Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Remember Me Always ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Guardian of Ice 
Yamcha shows up and wants to know what the hell is going on..
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Martial Arts | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.23.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 175 | Status: Work In Progress
Yamcha shows up and wants to know what the hell is going on..
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Martial Arts | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.23.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 175 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Three: Yamcha's Unpleasant Surprise.
A/N: Again, I gotta tell ya. Goku DOES NOT EXIST. n.n; Yamcha likes Chi-Chi. O.o;
And please please PLEASE review. This is my very first fic.
Warning: Some Yamcha Bashing. >D!
Ahem...
w00t baby w00t. n_n
Two days after the failed attempt to kiss Chi-Chi, Trunks still couldn't bring himself to talk to her. Every time he would come near to her, she would give him the look of a wounded animal, and avoid him. He wondered, though, why she didn't just kick him out. And in her mind, SHE was wondering just the same. But she felt something deep inside for him... but....what?
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Sighing to himself, Yamcha walked through the ass-high-on-a-giraffe grass to get to the little hut occupied by Chi-Chi. He unconsciously, as most men do, slid a hand through unruly jet black hair, having just recently gotten it cut, due to nagging request by Chi-Chi. the thought of the stern looks on her face when she got annoyed brought a little smile to his face, and he didn't notice the hole coming up in front of him.
The next thing he knew, he was on his face in the dirt. He cursed to himself, about how he had been wearing clean gi, then pushed off with muscular arms. He glanced down at his now soiled clothing, and growled.
"Dammit. She's gonna call me grungy again..."
He wasn't a fan of being scrutinized by Chi-Chi, as seemed to be one of her pasttimes. He sighed deeply, shaking his head.
~*Heh. She's cute when she gets fussy.*~
So it seemed, he was a fan of hers. He began to fade once again into his perpetual La-La Land, almost tripping again. And again. Until he finally reached the little cabin-type dwelling.
He straightened himself, and knocked on the door, eager to see the raven haired girl again.
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Meanwhile, inside....
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Trunks heard a knock, and easily able to tell that Chi-Chi was cooking due to the mouth-watering aroma filling the house, her peered into the kitchen, speaking softly, nervously.
"Uhh... Chi-Chi... I think someone's at the door."
Chi-Chi glanced slowly over her shoulder at him, and her eyes locking onto his. She wanted to smile, his face looking like that of a child's as he peeked around the corner. No, a feline. THAT was what he looked like, so cautiously peering around the corner, a mix of inquisitivity and timidness in those deep blue eyes.
Unable to help it, she smiled, widely, and spoke, turning to face him, ladle in hand.
"Would you do me a favor and answer it? I don't think you want burnt gumbo, ne?"
She chuckled to herself, as though she had made a joke of some sort, and turned back to the pot, not waiting for a reply. Trunks grinned to himself, knowing he had been forgiven.
He, a new bounce in his step, slowly headed for the door, hearing the repetetive knocks against the door.
Sighing to himself, he then pulled it open, blinking upon seeing who was standing there.
"Y-Yamcha..?!"
The man with hair the color of Chi-Chi's blinked, and crossed his arms, trying to look tough. This, unfortunately for him, was made difficult due to the fact that he was wearing what appeared to be training gi. ( Just a bit too tight for him.) He ended up looking more like he needed to respond to "nature's call" rather than looking like a fearsome opponent.
"Yah. Who's askin'?"
Then something finally hit him. What the HELL was this guy doing in Chi-Chi's house, not to mention answering the door?! He gave a sharp glare, then asked through slightly gritted teeth.
"And..where....is...Chi-Chi..?"
He'd never seen this guy before, and an odd feeling swelled in his chest, making him glare all the harder.
( Right about now, Trunks would be sweatdropping. ^_^;;; )
"Ah... She's..in the kitchen."
Deciding quickly that he wasn't in the mood or state to fight just yet, he slowly extended a hand. Yamcha jumped a bit, thinking he was going to attack, before focusing more on what he had SAID. He noticeably loosened, and took a deep breath.
"So she's okay?"
Trunks smirked a bit, and nodded slowly, his hand still extended to Yamcha.
"You gonna shake it, or am I gonna stand here?"
Still a bit edgy, he eyed the hand first, then shook it. A bit of wonder finally creeped into his mind, an eyebrow arching.
"Hey.. wait a sec... How did you know my-"
He was quickly interrupted by a hasty:
"Ah. I'm Trunks. I've..er.... heard of you. Yeah. That's it. Come in."
Brow still arched, he slowly walked in, pushing past Trunks. He glanced around noting that everything seemed to be in place... Nothing broken, knocked over. No blood. Good.
He let out a soft sigh, then let his eyes wander back to Trunks. He had a questioning brow of his own raised, then shook it off, slowly closing the door.
"Chi-Chi! It's me!"
Of course, the constant freeloader would expect her to know who "Me" was. He walked, trying to look cool to impress them both, and spoke again, using his "manly" voice, the kind that made you want to laugh until you wet yerself.
"Chi-Chi, hon, did I leave my other set of gi here?"
A glance to Trunks, wondering if he'd think what he was PLANNING for him to think. Trunks just smirked, shaking his head, and turned, heading for the bedroom.
He listened to them talk for a few minutes, flopping down onto the bed. His eyes locked onto the window, watching leaves float lazily by in the midafternoon breeze. For some reason, it just seemed like it couldn't get much better than this....
Footsteps slowly approached, and stopped with almost a painful halt right at the doorway. Trunks glanced in the general direction of the door, blinking slightly upon seeing the blazing anger in Yamcha's eyes.
"Uhm... Yamcha-kun... are..you.. okay?"
He fumed, and began to tremble with anger. Thoughts of the evil things he was gonna do to this guy flashed into his mind. How DARE he?! Lying there, so casually in HER bed! The place that had been so long off-limits to him, and there HE was!
He growled softly under his breath, and one might swear his eyes gleamed red for a moment. Trunks blinked, and slowly sat up, as though dealing with a wild animal.
"Yamcha...man....talk to me... You're creeping me out.."
Yamcha growled again, deeper, her fists clenching and unclenching. All he could focus on were the rumpled sheets, and one in particular lying in the corner laundry basket, bloodstains turning part of it a faded crimson. He widened his eyes at those stains, and slowly, very very slowly turned those eyes back on Trunks.
"You're...gonna....die....."
This was all he could manage between growls. Trunks, even though the well trained Super Saiya-jin that he was, began to slowly, on his back, crawl away. His own eyes locked onto the pools filled with rage and hatred. He KNEW he was in trouble.....
Yamcha, looking like he was about to burst at any given moment, slowly advanced, his hands flexing out in front of him like claws. Trunks blinked, in a state of panic. Why wasn't he REACTING yet? No one could tell.
But it was those hateful burning eyes. They made Trunks shudder, but he remained unable to pull his eyes away, even as Yamcha's fingers laced tightly around his throat...
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Oh, dear! Whatever is Trunks going to do? Yamcha has usen a long-hidden trick called the Paralysis Glare of the Black Wolf, and Trunks is helpless. Better review if you want more. Hehehehe...
A/N: Again, I gotta tell ya. Goku DOES NOT EXIST. n.n; Yamcha likes Chi-Chi. O.o;
And please please PLEASE review. This is my very first fic.
Warning: Some Yamcha Bashing. >D!
Ahem...
w00t baby w00t. n_n
Two days after the failed attempt to kiss Chi-Chi, Trunks still couldn't bring himself to talk to her. Every time he would come near to her, she would give him the look of a wounded animal, and avoid him. He wondered, though, why she didn't just kick him out. And in her mind, SHE was wondering just the same. But she felt something deep inside for him... but....what?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sighing to himself, Yamcha walked through the ass-high-on-a-giraffe grass to get to the little hut occupied by Chi-Chi. He unconsciously, as most men do, slid a hand through unruly jet black hair, having just recently gotten it cut, due to nagging request by Chi-Chi. the thought of the stern looks on her face when she got annoyed brought a little smile to his face, and he didn't notice the hole coming up in front of him.
The next thing he knew, he was on his face in the dirt. He cursed to himself, about how he had been wearing clean gi, then pushed off with muscular arms. He glanced down at his now soiled clothing, and growled.
"Dammit. She's gonna call me grungy again..."
He wasn't a fan of being scrutinized by Chi-Chi, as seemed to be one of her pasttimes. He sighed deeply, shaking his head.
~*Heh. She's cute when she gets fussy.*~
So it seemed, he was a fan of hers. He began to fade once again into his perpetual La-La Land, almost tripping again. And again. Until he finally reached the little cabin-type dwelling.
He straightened himself, and knocked on the door, eager to see the raven haired girl again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~
Meanwhile, inside....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~
Trunks heard a knock, and easily able to tell that Chi-Chi was cooking due to the mouth-watering aroma filling the house, her peered into the kitchen, speaking softly, nervously.
"Uhh... Chi-Chi... I think someone's at the door."
Chi-Chi glanced slowly over her shoulder at him, and her eyes locking onto his. She wanted to smile, his face looking like that of a child's as he peeked around the corner. No, a feline. THAT was what he looked like, so cautiously peering around the corner, a mix of inquisitivity and timidness in those deep blue eyes.
Unable to help it, she smiled, widely, and spoke, turning to face him, ladle in hand.
"Would you do me a favor and answer it? I don't think you want burnt gumbo, ne?"
She chuckled to herself, as though she had made a joke of some sort, and turned back to the pot, not waiting for a reply. Trunks grinned to himself, knowing he had been forgiven.
He, a new bounce in his step, slowly headed for the door, hearing the repetetive knocks against the door.
Sighing to himself, he then pulled it open, blinking upon seeing who was standing there.
"Y-Yamcha..?!"
The man with hair the color of Chi-Chi's blinked, and crossed his arms, trying to look tough. This, unfortunately for him, was made difficult due to the fact that he was wearing what appeared to be training gi. ( Just a bit too tight for him.) He ended up looking more like he needed to respond to "nature's call" rather than looking like a fearsome opponent.
"Yah. Who's askin'?"
Then something finally hit him. What the HELL was this guy doing in Chi-Chi's house, not to mention answering the door?! He gave a sharp glare, then asked through slightly gritted teeth.
"And..where....is...Chi-Chi..?"
He'd never seen this guy before, and an odd feeling swelled in his chest, making him glare all the harder.
( Right about now, Trunks would be sweatdropping. ^_^;;; )
"Ah... She's..in the kitchen."
Deciding quickly that he wasn't in the mood or state to fight just yet, he slowly extended a hand. Yamcha jumped a bit, thinking he was going to attack, before focusing more on what he had SAID. He noticeably loosened, and took a deep breath.
"So she's okay?"
Trunks smirked a bit, and nodded slowly, his hand still extended to Yamcha.
"You gonna shake it, or am I gonna stand here?"
Still a bit edgy, he eyed the hand first, then shook it. A bit of wonder finally creeped into his mind, an eyebrow arching.
"Hey.. wait a sec... How did you know my-"
He was quickly interrupted by a hasty:
"Ah. I'm Trunks. I've..er.... heard of you. Yeah. That's it. Come in."
Brow still arched, he slowly walked in, pushing past Trunks. He glanced around noting that everything seemed to be in place... Nothing broken, knocked over. No blood. Good.
He let out a soft sigh, then let his eyes wander back to Trunks. He had a questioning brow of his own raised, then shook it off, slowly closing the door.
"Chi-Chi! It's me!"
Of course, the constant freeloader would expect her to know who "Me" was. He walked, trying to look cool to impress them both, and spoke again, using his "manly" voice, the kind that made you want to laugh until you wet yerself.
"Chi-Chi, hon, did I leave my other set of gi here?"
A glance to Trunks, wondering if he'd think what he was PLANNING for him to think. Trunks just smirked, shaking his head, and turned, heading for the bedroom.
He listened to them talk for a few minutes, flopping down onto the bed. His eyes locked onto the window, watching leaves float lazily by in the midafternoon breeze. For some reason, it just seemed like it couldn't get much better than this....
Footsteps slowly approached, and stopped with almost a painful halt right at the doorway. Trunks glanced in the general direction of the door, blinking slightly upon seeing the blazing anger in Yamcha's eyes.
"Uhm... Yamcha-kun... are..you.. okay?"
He fumed, and began to tremble with anger. Thoughts of the evil things he was gonna do to this guy flashed into his mind. How DARE he?! Lying there, so casually in HER bed! The place that had been so long off-limits to him, and there HE was!
He growled softly under his breath, and one might swear his eyes gleamed red for a moment. Trunks blinked, and slowly sat up, as though dealing with a wild animal.
"Yamcha...man....talk to me... You're creeping me out.."
Yamcha growled again, deeper, her fists clenching and unclenching. All he could focus on were the rumpled sheets, and one in particular lying in the corner laundry basket, bloodstains turning part of it a faded crimson. He widened his eyes at those stains, and slowly, very very slowly turned those eyes back on Trunks.
"You're...gonna....die....."
This was all he could manage between growls. Trunks, even though the well trained Super Saiya-jin that he was, began to slowly, on his back, crawl away. His own eyes locked onto the pools filled with rage and hatred. He KNEW he was in trouble.....
Yamcha, looking like he was about to burst at any given moment, slowly advanced, his hands flexing out in front of him like claws. Trunks blinked, in a state of panic. Why wasn't he REACTING yet? No one could tell.
But it was those hateful burning eyes. They made Trunks shudder, but he remained unable to pull his eyes away, even as Yamcha's fingers laced tightly around his throat...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh, dear! Whatever is Trunks going to do? Yamcha has usen a long-hidden trick called the Paralysis Glare of the Black Wolf, and Trunks is helpless. Better review if you want more. Hehehehe...