Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Drabbles ❯ Drabbles 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Teari 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.24.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 692 | Visits: 235 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.24.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 692 | Visits: 235 | Status: Completed
Warnings/disclaimers/notes: Thoughts are in italics. These Drabbles speak of hope, love, sadness, and arguments that last “All Through the Night”. I’m going to rate all of these PG-13; nothing really happens, but I do try my best to imply stuff. The first and last are 200 words long; the middle, 100.
Enjoy.
Drabbles # 1 of Three “Lonely”
He surprised me. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does…well, lets just say that it’s a doozie. Even now, I can’t seem to wrap my head around this information. How did he even conceive this?
Do I even want to know? All I know is that my entire life has changed overnight. Drastically. Why now? He and I-we’ve been together for so long. What has caused this change in him?
Is it something I did? Or maybe, something I’ve said? Kami…I hope it is. I can talk to him. Convince him I didn’t mean it, whatever it was.
But…what if he doesn’t want to talk to me? What if he turns away, determined to have his privacy? After all, he’s stayed away from me for several days…Kami.
I can’t think. I have to get out of this house! His house.
The pen dropped. The dull thunking noise didn’t even register with the three-eyed man. Closing the book in his hand, he wiped his face, removing the tear lines that had collected down his cheeks. No. Maybe he needs time. Time to accept that I love him. That I will always. Maybe…just maybe, this is the best. I’ll wait for him.
Drabble #2 of Three “Songs”
The cool breeze was invigorating. Exciting. Taking a deep breath before going onto the stage, Pan double-checked her face in the mirror. Strictly speaking, her parents didn’t know she was here. When they find out where their little girl has been. . .well, I would love to be the fly on that wall. Besides, no one else can even get close to the overgrown fungus. Or his ship. This is the only way.
The Leader’s son sat up straight as the black-haired human in the orange dress began to sing. So, the little monkey has decided to play after all.
Drabble #3 of Three “Results”
Oolong sighed as he shut the drawer. He had it yesterday, didn’t he? Turtle’s father was here visiting did he pack it in with his stuff? Still, he was positive he had it yesterday. But, where could it have gone? Maybe I’ll ask Turtle. Or Roshi.
Shivering from the thought, the small shape-changer made his way down to the war-torn living room.
“That’s mine!”
“What is?” Oolong sighed as he watched Turtle and Master Roshi wrestle with something. It looked brown. Probably a dirty magazine. Turtle’s mouth was moving-somehow-from it’s side.
“No, it’s not!”
“Oolong-tell Turtle to let go! This is mine!” Roshi’s hands were gripped around a piece of cloth.
“Is not! It’s my Father’s! Tell Roshi to get his dirty hands off of it!”
“Er….I don’t...really think-”
“My hands ain’t dirty! Besides, if they are, it’s no business of yours!” Roshi dug his knees into the sand and pulled. Turtle’s noise started to come out from his shell.
“It is if you’re going to use my stuff!”
“Hey-don’t you want me to. . .” Oolong’s voice trailed off as he finally caught sight of what the two were arguing about.
“It’s my stuff!”
“It’s MINE!”
“MINE!”
“HEY THAT’S_MY_UNDERWARE!”
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Enjoy.
Drabbles # 1 of Three “Lonely”
He surprised me. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does…well, lets just say that it’s a doozie. Even now, I can’t seem to wrap my head around this information. How did he even conceive this?
Do I even want to know? All I know is that my entire life has changed overnight. Drastically. Why now? He and I-we’ve been together for so long. What has caused this change in him?
Is it something I did? Or maybe, something I’ve said? Kami…I hope it is. I can talk to him. Convince him I didn’t mean it, whatever it was.
But…what if he doesn’t want to talk to me? What if he turns away, determined to have his privacy? After all, he’s stayed away from me for several days…Kami.
I can’t think. I have to get out of this house! His house.
The pen dropped. The dull thunking noise didn’t even register with the three-eyed man. Closing the book in his hand, he wiped his face, removing the tear lines that had collected down his cheeks. No. Maybe he needs time. Time to accept that I love him. That I will always. Maybe…just maybe, this is the best. I’ll wait for him.
Drabble #2 of Three “Songs”
The cool breeze was invigorating. Exciting. Taking a deep breath before going onto the stage, Pan double-checked her face in the mirror. Strictly speaking, her parents didn’t know she was here. When they find out where their little girl has been. . .well, I would love to be the fly on that wall. Besides, no one else can even get close to the overgrown fungus. Or his ship. This is the only way.
The Leader’s son sat up straight as the black-haired human in the orange dress began to sing. So, the little monkey has decided to play after all.
Drabble #3 of Three “Results”
Oolong sighed as he shut the drawer. He had it yesterday, didn’t he? Turtle’s father was here visiting did he pack it in with his stuff? Still, he was positive he had it yesterday. But, where could it have gone? Maybe I’ll ask Turtle. Or Roshi.
Shivering from the thought, the small shape-changer made his way down to the war-torn living room.
“That’s mine!”
“What is?” Oolong sighed as he watched Turtle and Master Roshi wrestle with something. It looked brown. Probably a dirty magazine. Turtle’s mouth was moving-somehow-from it’s side.
“No, it’s not!”
“Oolong-tell Turtle to let go! This is mine!” Roshi’s hands were gripped around a piece of cloth.
“Is not! It’s my Father’s! Tell Roshi to get his dirty hands off of it!”
“Er….I don’t...really think-”
“My hands ain’t dirty! Besides, if they are, it’s no business of yours!” Roshi dug his knees into the sand and pulled. Turtle’s noise started to come out from his shell.
“It is if you’re going to use my stuff!”
“Hey-don’t you want me to. . .” Oolong’s voice trailed off as he finally caught sight of what the two were arguing about.
“It’s my stuff!”
“It’s MINE!”
“MINE!”
“HEY THAT’S_MY_UNDERWARE!”
Converting /tmp/phpPtrgrl to /dev/stdout