Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Happens ❯ Smile ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: inuy21 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.07.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 772 | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.07.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 772 | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
The chapters of this story will based off prompts. The prompt for this chapter was: "Smile". I hope I keep the characters in line...and hope that for those that read this enjoy it. Reviews are always welcome ^^
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
It had been a long day down in the lab, and all she wanted to do was get some sleep. Unfortunately, she knew that was not going to happen as she rolled the blueprints up and tucked them under her arm. She glanced at the clock. “A little past midnight,” she told herself. She was hoping to make a quick dash from the downstairs lab up to her room without running into a certain grumpy guest.
Heading up the stairs, she opened the door and looked around. No lights were on and she was thankful for the peace she would get. So, without the threat of getting…threatened…she strolled up to her room, and dropped the blueprints onto the worktable she had set up in her room. “Now to get these finished before morning.” At that second her mouth opened up in a large yawn. “Maybe some coffee would help first. Since Mister Grumpy seems to be in bed, I don’t have to worry about an argument tonight.”
She was happy that she wouldn’t run into him, she was in no mood for their normal verbal sparring tonight. ‘There is just too much to get done to have that sort of distraction around’ she thought as she walked back down to the kitchen to make her coffee. Passing through the living room, she looked out the window to see that the gravity room was definitely shut down for the night. She let out a little sigh of relief before entering the kitchen and turning the light on, only to stop in her tracks. ‘I do have shit for luck’ she moaned in her head.
His head snapped up at the sudden light. He had felt her moving around, but hoped that she had gone to bed for good. He had been pleasantly surprised when she skipped the kitchen on her way to her room earlier. ‘Just my fucking luck’ his mind growled. He kept a watchful eye on her as she went to the cabinet and started pulling things out. Realizing that she wasn’t going to yell at him, he went back to eating, hoping that she would keep her mouth shut this time.
She felt his eyes boring holes in her back as she grabbed the filters and coffee grounds out the cabinets, but paid him no mind. ‘Don’t say anything’ she mentally pleaded. As she thought that she heard him going back to his feast he had laid out on the table. She blew out a small breath, and finished making her coffee. It would only take five minutes, she could keep her mouth shut that long. As long as he didn’t start anything, this would be their most civil interaction since she realized that he wouldn’t kill her - not yet at least.
He continued shoveling down his midnight snack, his eyes ever once and again darting to her back. She wasn’t even acknowledging his presence, which grated on his nerves, but not enough tonight to care. He heard the thing they all called a coffee machine kick on, and he finally understood. He’d seen her drinking that dark liquid quite a few times when she was lacking sleep.
‘Hurry up, stupid machine.’ She didn’t know how much longer she could keep her mouth shut under his paranoid watch. She could hear him grabbing food off the plates, but after a few handfuls he would stop eating. She could only take a wild guess that he would glance at her in those few seconds of a break. She couldn’t really blame him, though, for his paranoid behavior. She watched as the coffee filled her mug, glad that she could get back to her room to finish her work and get to sleep. After her mug was filled to the brim, she carefully picked it up by the handle and blew over the top as she headed out of the kitchen. Feeling his eyes once again on her, she turned her head to confirm her suspicion, and gave him a friendly smile before shutting the lights back off and heading back to her room.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
It had been a long day down in the lab, and all she wanted to do was get some sleep. Unfortunately, she knew that was not going to happen as she rolled the blueprints up and tucked them under her arm. She glanced at the clock. “A little past midnight,” she told herself. She was hoping to make a quick dash from the downstairs lab up to her room without running into a certain grumpy guest.
Heading up the stairs, she opened the door and looked around. No lights were on and she was thankful for the peace she would get. So, without the threat of getting…threatened…she strolled up to her room, and dropped the blueprints onto the worktable she had set up in her room. “Now to get these finished before morning.” At that second her mouth opened up in a large yawn. “Maybe some coffee would help first. Since Mister Grumpy seems to be in bed, I don’t have to worry about an argument tonight.”
She was happy that she wouldn’t run into him, she was in no mood for their normal verbal sparring tonight. ‘There is just too much to get done to have that sort of distraction around’ she thought as she walked back down to the kitchen to make her coffee. Passing through the living room, she looked out the window to see that the gravity room was definitely shut down for the night. She let out a little sigh of relief before entering the kitchen and turning the light on, only to stop in her tracks. ‘I do have shit for luck’ she moaned in her head.
His head snapped up at the sudden light. He had felt her moving around, but hoped that she had gone to bed for good. He had been pleasantly surprised when she skipped the kitchen on her way to her room earlier. ‘Just my fucking luck’ his mind growled. He kept a watchful eye on her as she went to the cabinet and started pulling things out. Realizing that she wasn’t going to yell at him, he went back to eating, hoping that she would keep her mouth shut this time.
She felt his eyes boring holes in her back as she grabbed the filters and coffee grounds out the cabinets, but paid him no mind. ‘Don’t say anything’ she mentally pleaded. As she thought that she heard him going back to his feast he had laid out on the table. She blew out a small breath, and finished making her coffee. It would only take five minutes, she could keep her mouth shut that long. As long as he didn’t start anything, this would be their most civil interaction since she realized that he wouldn’t kill her - not yet at least.
He continued shoveling down his midnight snack, his eyes ever once and again darting to her back. She wasn’t even acknowledging his presence, which grated on his nerves, but not enough tonight to care. He heard the thing they all called a coffee machine kick on, and he finally understood. He’d seen her drinking that dark liquid quite a few times when she was lacking sleep.
‘Hurry up, stupid machine.’ She didn’t know how much longer she could keep her mouth shut under his paranoid watch. She could hear him grabbing food off the plates, but after a few handfuls he would stop eating. She could only take a wild guess that he would glance at her in those few seconds of a break. She couldn’t really blame him, though, for his paranoid behavior. She watched as the coffee filled her mug, glad that she could get back to her room to finish her work and get to sleep. After her mug was filled to the brim, she carefully picked it up by the handle and blew over the top as she headed out of the kitchen. Feeling his eyes once again on her, she turned her head to confirm her suspicion, and gave him a friendly smile before shutting the lights back off and heading back to her room.