Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Anything's Possible ❯ Embarrassment In The Gravity Room ( Chapter 7 )

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Author's Notes: Hi! I love my disclaimer! Anyway, I think you all will really love this chapter! I hope you do anyway. I've had this scene planned out from the very beginning! So please read and for Kami's sake REVIEW!

Chapter 7

Jen stepped sideways in time with the adolescent saiyan hybrid who was directly across from her. Their movements were mirrored as they circled each other in the Gravity Room. Sweat dripped slowly down the side of her face, just missing her eyes and lightly tickling the sensitive skin. Trunks wasn't nearly as bad, yet his tanned, muscular chest still glistened with the light sheen of sweat underneath his black tank top. They had been sparring all morning, improving their skills.

A week had passed since Trunks had arrived in the past. Vegeta and Bulma had been shocked to learn that the stranger from the future was actually their unborn son. Bulma was thrilled by the discovery, though Vegeta continued to display his nonchalant behavior. No surprise.

With a shout, Jen launched herself at Trunks, fist cocked. Easily he ducked his head to the side, avoiding the blow and quickly brought his knee up, using Jen's own momentum to inflict the damage to her abdomen. A heavy grunt gasped out from the breathless girl. Not allowing herself to be so easily bested, the adolescent Saiyan female jerked her own knee up to slam into his side. Trunks gritted his teeth as sharp pain shot through his ribs. In reaction, his fist sailed through the air, landing a solid left hook to Jen's cheek.

Her head jerked to the side from the force of the blow, quickly however she recovered and returned the favor with her own hard left. This exchange continued on for on for a while, before finally they jumped apart, landing in the same positions that they had been in before they had started, both breathing hard.

"Not bad, Jen. You're definitely improving," Trunks complimented through pants.

"Thanks, Trunks. As much as I've been training though, I had better be improving," the teenage girl panted back.

"Yeah! I think you'd train as much as father does, if you could," the other adolescent agreed.

"Well, how about one more round and then we go in for lunch? I'm hungry!" Jen declared. Trunks smirked.

"Sounds good to me." And with that he charged at the Saiyan girl, who immediately sank lower into a defensive stance. Another intense exchange began. Trunks' fist flew straight at Jen's face, only to be hastily caught and halted before it could strike home. Another fist, this time Jen's, struck, but failed as Trunks hastily caught her fist as well.

Lightning sparked between their intertwined fingers as the two teens snarled at each other, their hands grasped in vice like grips, each trying to overpower the other. Suddenly a familiar smirk spread across Trunks handsome face as he unexpectedly dropped to the floor, taking Jen with him. Jen's surprised gasp was cut short as Trunks' boots connected solidly with her abdomen and with a push, she went sailing over him to tumble across the Gravity Room's floor. Trunks flipped back up to his feet, smirk still in place, turning to watch her.

Jen continued to tumble for another second, then promptly rolled into a squatting position. "HHHAAAAAA!" She yelled as she cupped her hands and fired a soccer ball size ki blast at him. The surprised Saiyan hybrid barely avoided the blast. Not that it would have hurt him, but why get hit if you don't need to.

The ki ball continued on past its target, arcing back around the control console in the middle of the huge room and heading straight for its unsuspecting owner's back. Jen was too absorbed in catching her breath to notice where her failed attack had wandered. Trunks did however.

"Jen! Look out!" he shouted at her. Even if that blast wasn't strong enough to really hurt him, for the other less experienced teen it was a different story.

The startled girl looked over her shoulder just in time to see the blast close in. She stared in horror at it, knowing it would probably be the last thing she would see for the next few hours. It was too close for her to defend herself.

"Jen!" Trunks cried as he tackled her, knocking them both flat and landing heavily on top of the other adolescent Saiyan. In the next instant, the ki blast struck the Future's Last Hope's back, exploding upon impact. 'Damn! That was stronger than I expected,' Trunks winced. Underneath him, Jen buried her face into Trunks' shoulder, feeling too many emotions at once. The prominent ones being embarrassment, gratitude, and something else. Something she couldn't identify.

"Are you alright?" Trunks asked gently, watching the beautiful female beneath him with concern.

Jen raised her eyes and looked at him, their faces only a few short inches from each other. Slowly she nodded. "I think so. Thank you. I can't believe I was foolish enough for that to happen," she said, blushing lightly. Trunks gave a little smirk.

"Don't worry about it. It happens to everyone at some point. I'm just glad that you're alright," he said softly, the last sentence coming out in a near whisper.

Cobalt eyes met a pair of sky blues. For a long moment, the two stared at each other, their faces unconsciously leaning closer and closer, until at last Trunks' soft lips were less than a centimeter away from Jen's own rosy set, oh so close to brushing them.

"WWHHHAAAAMMMM!"

The Gravity Room's door was suddenly violently slammed open with an incredibly loud bang, making the almost couple nearly jump out of their skin. From the doorway, Vegeta arched an eyebrow and folded his arms, smirking at the sight of his future son lying on top of his student.

"Hmpf, I was wondering why it got so quiet all of a sudden... Lunch is ready brats, if your not to busy that is," Vegeta snickered, as he turned and exited the training chamber, leaving a VERY embarrassed pair of Saiyan adolescents behind. Trunks and Jen looked back at each other for a second before jerking their furiously blushing faces away.

To Be Continued......


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Next Time: Bulma's dragged Vegeta off to a banquet, leaving a certain pair of teens alone for the evening! ^_^

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A/N: *grins madly even as she ducks flying vegetables* I know! I know! They didn't kiss! Originally they were supposed to, but well I'm evil and decided to get revenge for nobody reviewing for my last chapter! I'll admit though, it was pretty bad, but unfortunately necessary! Anyway you better REVIEW this time or I'll just take my sweet time getting the next chapter out! And that wouldn't be good because the next chapter should be really good!

OUCH! Thank you, Abby! I can't tell you how much I appreciate having your sharp, tiny claws digging into my leg. ...If you're wondering, Abigail is my new kitten! YAY! ^_^ Who is currently trying to get up into the office chair with me! I just got her the day after Thanksgiving (yesterday) and she's very sweet! OWWWW! If not a persistent little bugger! *picks her up* Fine! Wave good-bye to the readers, Abby! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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