Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Apprentice ❯ Sensory Overload ( Chapter 8 )

I realize it took over two weeks for me to update, but this is a longer chapter. Plus, I've been distracted reading a few other fics. Mainly an epic titled A Light in the Darkness by Mia Skywalker and Wataru. (I hope I spelled that right.) Believe me when I say epic, very long but very interesting story.

11/08/02: A discrepancy was brought to my attention, so I had to do a little editing to this chapter. Nothing major, just a matter of age, really. I was asked about the ages of Ashentara (19), Trunks (17), Goten (16), and Marron (14). Hopefully, this version makes a little more sense. ^_^o

Apprentice by Alexa

Chapter Eight - Sensory Overload

Ash was again rudely awakened and staring at her pillow. The dream persisted to randomly annoy her during the past month. For the most part, the dream had remained the same. Same figure. Same feelings. Same numbness only to fade so Ash found herself facing some part of her room. This is beyond ridiculous. This is just plain fucking irritating. She laid there for a moment recalling the dream for the umpteenth time. Why do I keep having this dream? And who has my subconscious chosen to represent my 'dream man'? Ok, so I kinda know the answer to that question.

The more time spent at Capsule Corp., the more Ash became fascinated by Master Vegeta. His behavior and mannerisms were inarguably refined, but there were times Bulma reprimanded his actions. Mostly when they were out and about in the city. Ash was never a shopper. She didn't understand how someone could waste an entire day just looking at clothes. However, that didn't save her from the family shopping trips to the mall. Even when she argued she wasn't family. Master Vegeta would say that if he had to suffer, then she would suffer. Why does this man intrigue me so? Memories of her training flashed past her mind's eye. It had become quite obvious that Vegeta was bound by a sense of honor and pride. But then I knew that at the Budokai. The source of that honor was elusive to Ash. She did a little research on him. There was very minimal information on the man which only fueled her interest. Well, hopefully I'll figure everything out eventually.

That dream had tormented her slumbering mind. Ash arose to repeat the only remedy against its unrelenting distractions from sleep. She walked downstairs and into the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water. Taking a few sips, she proceeded into the living room. She sat gazing at the night sky. A million thoughts running through her newly awakened conscious. This dream has caused me to analyze my interest in Vegeta. Is it just that I find him interesting, or is it more? Do I have feelings for him? Or a crush maybe? Ash entertained the notion for a moment ultimately reasoning she did not have a crush on Vegeta. However, she could not rule out the possibility of having genuine feelings for the man. Well, he does possess some of the traits I want in a…… What would he be to me? A boyfriend? No, nothing so trivial. A lover? But it's more than his body I want. *blink* *blink* Did I just admit that? Ash's eyes widened in mild surprise. She shook her head returning to her mental debate. Hmm… A husband? Though I really don't see myself as 'wife material'. Not to say he wouldn't if he didn't already have a wife. Thinking about a married man as she was made Ash feel uncomfortable. Resigning from her thoughts, she went back to her bed, and surprisingly feel asleep rather easily.

When the dawn was nearly upon the world, Ash received an unexpected wake-up call. Trunks shook her shoulder for the third time.

"Ashentara, wake up. It's time for you to train with dad."

She groaned.

"Come on, you're almost there." He roughly shook her again. She is definitely not a light-sleeper. "Wake up. Dad's going to be pissed if you aren't in the gravity room in fifteen minutes."

Ash's eyes shot open at the mention of the enhanced training facility. "Did you say gravity room?" she groggily asked.

"Yes."

Ash sat there propped up on her elbows with a contemplating look on her face. "But I haven't done anything wrong." Did I?

"Not yet."

She looked at Trunks just realizing who was talking, and he was in her room. "The fuck are you doing in here?" She sounded more awake. "Nevermind. Get out."

Women! Trunks left Ash to her privacy.

In record time Ash was fully awake, dressed, and downstairs. She had pulled her long hair into a simple tight bun. Though the gravity room tended to be sweltering by the end of a session, Ash wore a full body suit. She could take the heat, but not the cold. Snow was lazily drifting outside and had been doing so for hours.

Bulma had developed a synthetic material that breathed like silk, fit and felt like spandex, but kept much of the cold out. She had a few training suits made as prototypes. Bulma noticed Ash was wearing hers.

"Ash, tell me how well that works, ok?"

"You got it." I love living here. She quickly chugged a glass of milk before heading to meet her teacher.

Ashentara hastily jogged the short distance to the gravity chamber. The cold easily reddened her nose and tops of her ears, but otherwise was unfelt. Ash had taken to wearing gloves much like her mentor. She once inquired about his gloves one day. Master Vegeta merely stated they were a personal preference. After wearing them, she felt the callused skin of her hands soften.

Vegeta floated down to the floor of the gravity chamber upon hearing a knock. He, too, was wearing a similar body suit. Since Ash's arrival, his time in the enhanced facility was greatly reduced. He spent hours before and after her training sessions in an average of 475 G's. Well, time to teach the student. He approached the doors, turned off the gravity, then greeted his apprentice. "About time."

"Sorry. I didn't sleep well." Ash followed Vegeta to the center of the room.

"I might need to work you harder."

Those dreams must be doing a number on my mind. That so did not sound right. Trying not to hint at her line of thought, Ash only said, "You're the teacher."

"I have something different in mind for today. Abilities that have been neglected." Vegeta began to pace circles around the young woman.

"Oh?" Her voice was flat, emotionless.

"Your hearing for starters. I can hear you and the brat blare that infernal racket you call music from out here."

Ash gave him a puzzled, scrunched-up face. Is he serious or joking?

"Your sense of smell."

She quietly questioned to herself, "Smell?" What the fuck?

"You'll be surprised how helpful it can be. And your sense of touch."

Please tell me I took that the wrong way! "Touch? How will that help?"

There was that familiar smirk again. She perked an eyebrow at his retreating back.

Vegeta began his planned exercises. He started with the sense of sound. Ash sat in the middle of the circular room with closed eyes listening for any noise. Master Vegeta had removed his white and gold boots; they clicked on the metal floor. Whenever she heard Vegeta, all she had to do was point and open her eyes to see if she was right. One thing Vegeta was very skilled at, stealth. On more than one occasion, he flicked her ear. She'd open her eyes to see him across the room leaning against the wall.

"You didn't point."

After a few hours, Ash's hearing was better honed. Of course, it was nowhere near as sensitive as that of a Saiyan. The initial exercises were only interrupted by breakfast.

Vegeta was the first to finish eating. He quickly disappeared upstairs. Before Trunks left for school -he thanked Dende it was Friday-, he asked Ash if she wanted to go out to a club with him, Goten, and Marron. She reminded Trunks she wasn't a social butterfly and added that she did not dance; stress on the 'not'. He pleaded Ash to join them promising it was a group activity not a double date. After a few moments of Trunks' incessant badgering, she agreed to go with them.

Trunks and Ash had called a proverbial truce. Over the last month, they had become friends. Not quite close friends, but they were no longer throwing steel, icy glares at each other. Both learned of their common interests, likes, and dislikes.

Vegeta had returned during Ash's conversation with Trunks. He told her to meditate in the gravity room until he said otherwise. She noticed he carried a small duffle bag in one hand.

Ashentara re-entered the quiet gravity chamber. One that also appeared to be empty save the young woman who just walked in. Hmm, that's odd. I was sure Master Vegeta would have come in here. Oh well, he told me to meditate. Complying to her teacher's instructions, Ash sat to one side and began to meditate. Her trance didn't last long as she was gently roused from it. She opened her eyes to see Vegeta kneeling in front of her. I didn't hear the doors open. He had changed clothes to a simple pair of black spandex shorts. He wasn't even wearing his boots or gloves.

"This exercise is similar to the first. Now you will need your sense of smell." Vegeta raised one hand, palm up, to Ash's face. "Follow this scent."

Ash tentatively looked at her mentor's outstretched hand. She slowly leaned forward to take a whiff. Mmm, smells like rain. I can remember that. "How will this exercise differ?"

Vegeta stood and gestured for her to do the same. "You have to move." He instantly tied a blindfold over Ash's eyes. "This should help you concentrate."

"Ok. Do I have to tackle you down or just find you?" A small smile played across Ash's face.

No response. The game had begun.

Ash concentrated on that scent for a moment. She tried to pick up a faint trace of it. Rain. Think of rain. *sniff* *sniff* Taking a few cautious steps, Ash caught the scent. Ah ha! I found you. Sort of. Dammit! This would be easier if that stupid smell was more potent. Subconsciously Ash put her hands in front of her to feel her way around. She felt as though she were lost in a dark maze.

Vegeta stood a few yards from his helpless student. He found her attempts of locating him to be mildly amusing. He suppressed his Ki so as not to tempt her to cheat. After all Vegeta did not specifically forbid it, but the energies were still new territory to Ash. He remained skeptical of whether or not she should be taught the full extent of her Ki. Her Ki signature continues to grow each day. Vegeta wondered if any of the others could sense her now. After a moment of watching the young woman blindly feeling her way, Vegeta silently walked over to her. He gently grabbed her wrists.

"Your sense of smell not touch." Vegeta briefly reminded Ash before letting go and jumping out of her reach. His feet soundlessly landed on the metal floor. No need to flare my energy. She would feel that.

Ash stood still for a minute or so. Her head tilted down as though she were looking as her hands. She slowly brought one wrist to her nose. There is that smell. Maybe if I concentrate… She mentally centered herself, felt for the wall behind her, and stepped towards that scent. At least that's where I think he is. Hmm, he never did answer my question. Well, for what's left of my sanity, I hope I don't have to tackle him down. It was then that Ash realized she had never actually touched Master Vegeta, outside of sparring, anyway. Trunks either. Great, now I wonder if those dreams are hormonal. Even her inside voice was being sarcastic. Humph! With my luck the dreams probably stem from some skewed concept in my psyche. I wonder what Freud would say? Ash had reached the spot where the scent was strong. Vegeta had been there. And moved. DAMMIT!! Well, he never said he wouldn't move.

"You moved." Silence. "Not talking? I guess that would kill the entire point of this exercise." She sniffed the air again. Fresh trail. "You still haven't answered my question. How am I supposed to know when I win?"

"Who said you could win?" Ash heard his voice float from directly behind her. She swiftly twirled around almost on her toes. Bringing her arms around, one palm met with a resounding smack to the metal wall. Do I hear a slight hint of laughter? Damn acoustics! Ash couldn't pinpoint the origins of the sound. Humph.

Vegeta continued to change position each time Ash got near. The longer the exercise went on, the less time it took Ash to find him. Lunch was upon them, Vegeta requested the food be brought to them for various reasons. He did not want to be interrupted, but moreover he didn't feel like changing back into the body suit.

Mrs. Briefs happily brought the tray into the gravity chamber. She was about to announce her arrival when she saw Ash and Vegeta meditating. Deciding not to disturb the two, Mrs. Briefs set the tray down and quietly left.

Vegeta opened his eyes when he heard the quiet hush of the gravity room doors close. He had only been in a light meditation. Talking to or rather hearing Mrs. Briefs talk was not among his favorite activities. He left Ash to meditate while he ate his lunch and thought about the next exercise. The sense of touch.

Ash lazily came out of her trance. She immediately noticed the food. Her stomach felt hollow. Master Vegeta was on his hands facing away from her. Apparently he's already eaten. I wonder how long I was out. Ash quickly ate her lunch. When she finished, she looked back to her mentor. He had not moved. She cautiously walked closer to him. His body was perfectly still, save the breathing. What the fuck is he doing?

Vegeta was lost in his own thoughts. He did not realize he had been in a handstand for quite awhile. If I move the last exercise outside, then she'll have more difficulty. Remaining inside seems to be the best option. Still, this will not be an easy task to further improve her sense of touch. I'll have to test how efficient it is now and go from there. First, she needs to expose more skin or all will be for nothing. If she can't feel the wind, she won't be able to defend herself. Resolving what to do next, Vegeta thought to check on his student.

Ash stood just outside of Vegeta's peripheral vision. When he let his feet fall to the floor, it startled her. Straightening himself he too looked surprised to see her standing there at that moment. Vegeta silently cursed himself for letting his guard down around her. He was becoming too comfortable with the young woman's presence. Ash chose not to inquire about what he had been doing. After a short conversation, Vegeta informed Ash that she needed to take off the body suit. He was aware of the sports bra and shorts she always wore underneath.

The last exercise of the day was to improve Ashentara's sense of touch. To do this, Vegeta once again blindfolded Ash. Testing her sensitivity, he instructed her to feel the movement of the air around her. Vegeta lifted his right hand and brushed it past her ear stirring a few loose strands of hair that had fallen from the bun. She lifted her left hand and grabbed his wrist. He moved his left foot to sweep her foot out from under her. Feeling the slight shift in wind too late, she raised her right leg and was knocked off balance. She did manage to save herself from tumbling but just barely. Ash ended up throwing her body into a cartwheel.

As the hours passed, Ash became better at feeling the subtle shifts in the air around her. Sometimes Vegeta didn't create an air stream and would intentionally knock her on her ass. Doing so was usually met with a string of very unladylike swearing. Not that either cared. At one point, Ash felt like she were shadow boxing only this shadow would hit back and leave a bruise if she wasn't careful.

Vegeta attempted to punch his apprentice in the ribs, but she blocked him. Ashentara swung her leg in a wide circumference hitting the back of Vegeta's knee with her heel unlocking the joint causing his equilibrium to shift. He threw his body weight back into a flip bringing his feet up and almost making contact with Ash's chin. Luckily she anticipated this plus felt the not so subtle shift in the air. She leaned back to avoid the blow but overcompensated and began to lose her own balance. Unknowingly copying her teacher, Ash went into a back flip. Once she landed she ripped the blindfold from her eyes.

To the untrained eyes, master and apprentice were staring the other down. When quite the opposite was true. Neither would ever admit a heightened sense of respect for the other after what had just happened.

Vegeta was the first to speak. "I believe we are done for this session."

Ash nodded and stood at attention. She respectfully bowed to her sensei.

"You have a date with Trunks tonight, correct?"

"I do not consider it a 'date'. But, yes we are going out with his friends. Although, honestly I would much rather be in here."

"It is nearly time for dinner. I suggest you go inside and clean up."

"Yeah, I know how Bulma hates sweaty people at the dinner table. Not that I blame her." Ash quickly pulled her body suit back on and left the gravity chamber.

Trunks was upstairs in his room posing in front of the mirror. Should I wear the black jeans with the red shirt or the blue shirt? Or maybe I should wear the camouflage pants with the… Trunks picked up the camo pants and wondered when he had bought them. Oh well. He tossed them across the room onto the ever growing pile of rejected outfits. Trunks didn't normally take this long to get dressed, but tonight he had a feeling that he might stumble across that 'special someone'. This feeling was a common sensation for Trunks. Hmm, maybe if I wear a vest with … Nah! Vest is thrown onto the pile. DAMMIT!!!! Why is it so difficult to find one fucking thing to wear?! Trunks had this sudden urge to punch a hole through his closet or knock over the dresser. His Saiyan blood was taking over. Trying to calm down, he took a few deep breathes. When he opened his eyes, Trunks realized that over half his closet was already in the reject pile. That urge was slowly coming back with a vengeance.

Ash was walking down the hall to her room. She had just taken a shower and mentally chosen what to wear for the night's activities. I may not dance, but let's see if I can make a few guys beg me to. I guess that last shopping trip with Bulma will prove useful after all. Else I would have been wearing my training clothes tonight. Or not going at all. Ash pondered which situation would have been better: wearing something appropriate or not going. I probably would have ended up going anyway. I'm starting to get bored with the same shit day after day after … *sigh* She had almost reached her room when she felt it. A surge in energy. A massive surge. Coming from Trunks' room. What the fuck is he doing in there? The fact that Ash was still only clad in a towel didn't seem to register in her mind.

Trunks had powered up to just below Super Saiyan. He knew that Vegeta probably felt it. Hell, the entire Son residence probably felt it. However, Trunks knew they would recognize the Ki signature as his and just ignore it. What he didn't know was how advanced Ash was becoming at sensing Ki. He did not anticipate his father's student intruding on his rage. *knock* *knock* SHIT!! Trunks felt for the signature and knew it was Ash. Great! What the hell does she want? Trunks powered down and opened the door.

"What?!"

"I felt that. What the hell are you doing in here?" Ash peered around the young man and saw the pile of clothes. "Having problems picking an outfit?"

He muttered a confused, "What?" Trunks glanced behind him. A slight blush was felt on his cheeks. "No. I'm just … cleaning out … my closet."

A very unimpressed Ash dully replied, "Does that line work on your mother?"

"No."

"Didn't think so." She pushed past the young man standing in his doorway and approached the reject pile. Ash picked up the camo pants and cocked a questioning eyebrow at Trunks who sheepishly blushed a little more. She walked over to his closet to see what was left. "You have some very nice clothes in here. Of course, you probably have to wear formal attire more often than most people." Formal wear and me do not mix. Let's see… grey suit, black suit, white suit? Ok, anything worthwhile in here? A few silk shirts down, Ash found what she was looking for. "Hello."

"What?"

"You've been saying that a lot recently." Ash smirked. She pulled the black silk, button-down shirt off the hanger. "Wear this." She gently tossed the shirt in his direction. She leaned over to pick up a pair of black jeans off the floor. It was the cut of the jeans that caught Ash's attention.

Trunks was about to protest when he looked down at Ash. The towel around her had slipped down just the tiniest bit, but it was enough to reveal a hint of cleavage. The lavender bishounen's eyes went wide and he blushed profusely. DAMMIT!! When the hell did I get a hentai mind about her?!

Ash stood up holding the pants. "With these." She noticed his uncomfortable state. A smile so evil it would have made King Vegeta himself proud crossed Ash's lips. She sauntered closer to Trunks. Oh, this will be good. She stood right next to him. "Trunks?"

He tried not to look down at her. "Yes?"

"You have a little drool at the edge of your mouth." Ash put her hands at the top of the towel. "Let me get that for you." She slowly acted like she was going to remove the towel completely.

Trunks saw the subtle motions of her hands. Oh Kami, NO!!!!! "Um…. Uh…" Oh shit!!!!! This is not good. He very ungracefully grabbed Ash around the waist and shoved her out of his room. He slammed his door shut behind her, leaned back against it, and let out a relieved sigh. That was close. He lifted the jeans to eye level. Ah man, these are the tight ones. Humph.

Ashentara laughed to herself all the way into her own room. Man, I wish I would have had a camera. Talk about Kodak moment. Oh that was great. Shedding the towel for real this time, Ash went to her own closet to pull out the desired clothes for the evening. The perfect outfit. Ash admired her reflection in the snug black jeans with flared legs that covered her knee-high boots, and the small black tight shirt with the word DEVIL emblazoned in red letters across her breasts. And the little outline of the devil girl with the traditional horns, forked tail, and pitchfork makes this shirt so much more fitting. Devil definitely describes the mood I'm in right now. The best kind of mood.

Dinner went by in a rather ordinary way. Well, ordinary for Capsule Corp. Although, Trunks was still a little uneasy whenever Ash would look at him with that same devious smile. He silently thanked Dende again when Goten and Marron arrived early. Goten was driving a rather new dark blue air car convertible. Conversations where kept short. Trunks promised Bulma he and Ash would be home by 1:30am since that was his weekend curfew.

Marron asked Ash, "Aren't you going to put your hair up or something?"

"Don't have anything to put it up with."

Marron grinned, told Ash to sit in the back while the guys hopped into the front with Trunks in the driver's seat. She reached over to the glove compartment and pulled out two dark wooden hair sticks. Marron smiled at Ash which made the elder woman feel paranoid.

"What do you plan to do with those?"

"You'll see. Turn around."

Ash complied and faced towards her door. In five minutes Marron had managed to put Ash's long hair into a bun with a short pony tail coming out of the middle. She reached over to the still opened glove compartment and pulled out a small mirror. Along with her compact, she let Ash see what her hair looked like.

"What do you think?"

"Not bad. I like it."

Trunks and Goten gave each other quizzical expressions. It was Goten who asked the question, "How did you do that with just two sticks?"

"Weren't you paying attention?"

"No."

"Figures. It's a girl thing, you wouldn't understand."

Phoenix Fyre was a fourteen and over club with a dance floor, live DJ, bar serving non-alcoholic drinks, pool tables, and completed by a twenty-one and over 'backyard' area which was usually empty. The four entered the club after waiting in line for almost an hour; the bouncer I.D.-ed everyone. Ash wanted a drink, so she approached the bar while the others found a table.

"What'll it be, miss?" The man politely asked.

"Do you have any Seagram's raspberry ginger ale?"

"Coming right up."

Ash faced the dance floor while the bartender fetched her drink. People actually call that dancing? And this music? Where is society going? She glanced down the bar; a teenage boy was hitting on a young woman who was obviously college-age. In your dreams and her nightmares, Casanova wannabe.

"Miss, here is your ginger ale."

"Thank you very much." She paid for the drink with a nice tip. Teenagers have no concept of tipping. Ok, so where did you go? The club was crowded; it was Friday night after all. Ash couldn't see through the sea of people. Oh lovely. I'm lost in a mob of sheep. I hate people. There was that sarcastic inside voice, again. She tried to maneuver her way around but quickly became frustrated.

Trunks, Goten, and Marron sat down at a table near the back of the club. It was one of very few available. Marron was in a hyper-giddy kind of mood. She didn't want to sit still.

"Let's dance." She grabbed Goten and dragged him to the dance floor.

Trunks sat back laughing at his friend. A young woman caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Hello, gorgeous. Who are you? She smiled back at him, then wrapped her arms around her apparent boyfriend who had just walked up to her. The rather bulky muscled guy saw Trunks looking at his girlfriend. He made a few threatening gestures at the lavender-haired youth. Yeah, you don't scare me, human weakling. Ignoring the brawn, he turned back to his friends. I wonder what's taking Ash so long.

Ash had managed to stay away from the dance floor. The few guys who had approached her she quickly sent them elsewhere. The last thing I need right now is one of you self-centered morons pissing me off. The next guy that tries to hit on me will get his heart ripped out. She continued to look for the rest of her group. None could be found. Ash took a sip of her drink and tried to think of the best way to find Trunks. He shouldn't be too hard to spot. How many guys have lavender hair?

The DJ of Phoenix Fyre announced the start of a special song, "One More Time" by Daft Punk and a series of color-distorting strobe lights came to life. People shifted between the dance floor and tables. Ash looked around somewhat confused. The lights created the illusion of dozens of guys sporting lavender hair. Alright, this confirms it. The Fates really hate me. What the hell did I ever do to you?! Not that I ever expect to find out. Ok, maybe there is another way of finding you. Ash pressed herself against a vacant section of the wall. She closed her eyes, and tried to think. Energy! Her eyes snapped open. Of course, I can feel for his energy. Ashentara concentrated on repeating the exercise Vegeta had taught her. She quickly began to feel the flow of various energies. The problem was everyone in the club had an energy. She didn't know how to lock onto one signature and hone in on it. But, coming from different directions were two very strong energies. One direction was the dance floor, the other was near the back. Hmm, it makes sense that Trunks and Goten would have stronger energies since they train. Well, one is on the floor. I'm not going out there. So, let's see who was left sitting by himself. She hastily set out in that general direction.

Trunks was laughing so hard he was almost falling off his chair. Marron was relentless in trying to get Goten into the spirit of the song. No matter what she did, he kept losing the rhythm. A few of the couples nearby even offered to help, but to no avail. Marron refused to give up and just sit down. Or even make Trunks dance with her. He knew the dance, but he wasn't about to volunteer. He was rather enjoying the discomfort of his best friend.

Ash had just spotted Trunks. What the hell is he laughing at? She looked in the same direction as Trunks and saw Goten. Her laughter could not be contained. She managed to stifle her humor to giggles by the time she sat down.

"What the fuck is she doing to him?" Luckily the music was centered around the dance floor so it wasn't as loud everywhere else.

"Trying to teach Goten how to line dance."

"Trying and failing. Miserably, I might add."

"Hey, what are you drinking?"

"Raspberry ginger ale. If you dare to venture to the bar, good luck. Is this place always this full?"

"No idea. This is the first time I've been here. Goten, too, as far as I know. Marron is the one who likes to party and dance."

"Obviously."

"Tonight was her idea."

About three songs later, Marron granted Goten a reprieve and let him sit down. She offered to get him a drink. Once Trunks and Goten placed their orders, Marron disappeared into the mass. The three sat discussing training routines.

"Gohan once told me that fighting blind is something I should practice. But I have no one to spar with."

"You two don't practice at school?"

"No, remember what we said about the principal hating us?"

"Oh yeah, I keep forgetting."

Goten was curious how Vegeta would handle a student. "So, Ash. What did Vegeta teach you today?"

"Something new. These weird exercises where he kept testing some of my senses. My hearing did improve, but after sitting in here for a few hours, I'm sure it will revert back to its original state. Or worse."

Marron retrieved the drinks from the bartender and headed back to the table. The rest of the night passed with no major events. Trunks kept scrutinizing every female he saw, but danced with only a few. Some random guys tried to ask Ash to dance; she scared over half of them. Goten told her not to take her shirt literally. She glared at him in a way that was a little more than reminiscent of Vegeta himself. Eep!!!! He decided it was in his best interest to not test her limits. He knew she couldn't really hurt him, but she didn't know that. The foursome grew weary of the club. They all loaded up into Goten's air car and just aimlessly drove around until each of their curfews became dangerously close.

Trunks and Ash said their goodnights as they quietly headed into Capsule Corp. Ash noticed the gravity chamber was still humming. She yawned, shrugged, and went to bed. Tomorrow was another day of training. Since it was Saturday, she would more than likely be sparring with Trunks. Silence filled the complex. The night settled sleep onto the youths.

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Note; I have no idea if its possible to put someone's hair up like that with just two hair sticks. However, this is my world, its fiction so I say its possible. I've seen more impressive, more complicated shit done with less in less time. I tell you some girls can do amazing shit with hair. I'm not one of them. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this. Reviews are always appreciated. Also, I am not that familiar with Japanese words. If I misuse a word, please tell me.

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