Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Remember Me Always ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Guardian of Ice 
Yamcha tries to kill Trunks? Nyerr?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Martial Arts | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.23.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 910 | Visits: 182 | Status: Work In Progress
Yamcha tries to kill Trunks? Nyerr?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Martial Arts | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.23.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 910 | Visits: 182 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Four: Leave our home! ( OUR home...?! )
A/N: Good reviews so far! But I NEED MORE! You know, the whole self esteem issue. Anyways. I guess I better do my disclaimer, so no one sues my ass off. ^_^;
So I'll keep it short and sweet.
DISCLAIMER: Not. Mine. ^_^;
WARNING: Severe Yamcha-bashing. Bwahahahahaha.
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Glaring at him all the harder, Yamcha squeezed Trunks's throat, feeling the lavender-haired man tremble from lack of proper oxygen. WHY couldn't he MOVE?! He couldn't struggle, or even flex his fingers, for Kami's sake! He rasped, trying to ignore the burning in his chest.
"What...th..the...hell......are you..." He paused to cough, sputtering a bit. "..doing..to me...?"
Yamcha's eyes burned into his, glinting evilly. It was then made painfully obvious, just a bit too late, that Yamcha was incredibly and undeniably pissed off. There was no response from him, just that he gritted his teeth, squeezing harder. His fingernails dug into Trunks's vulnerable neck flesh, deeper and deeper until thin lines of blood ran down his throat.
By then, Trunks's face had turned a nice shade of red, and he was squeaking distantly, his eyes rolling up into his head. He managed a flail of one arm, knocking against and wobbling the nightstand next to the bed.
Now, upon that nightstand rested a nice big lamp, handmade by some nice person for Chi-Chi as a birthday gift. As some odd law of gravity says, things are gonna fall. And that lamp did just that, falling to the wood floor and shattering with a loud crash.
Yamcha's head snapped to the side to look, and Trunks regained feeling in his body. He lifted his legs and pushed them against Yamcha's chest, enough to just launch him back into the opposite wall.
One nice chain of events, that headsplitting crash alerting, of course, Chi-Chi, who came running. She stared first at the half unconscious Yamcha, then at Trunks, who was coughing and clutching his throat. She could see the blood now matting his hands, and the fingernail marks upon his throat.
Now it was Chi-Chi's eyes that glinted, and her neck swiveled towards Yamcha, who was rubbing his head and whimpering. That little anime vein that pops on people's foreheads? Chi-Chi had that goin' on.
He then realized that she was standing there, and slowly look up at her, her eyes glowing evilly. She took a deep breath, her arms locked straight at her sides, hands balled into tight fists.
"Yamcha...?"
He stared wide eyed at her, and muttered.
"Y..yeah..Chi..Chi...?"
" GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!"
He screeched, and got to his feet, just as she pulled a large wooden broom from what appeared to be nowhere. She ran after him down the hall, pissed as ever, and swatted the baka with the broom until he was halfway out of Japan.
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A bit later....
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Chi-Chi made her way back into the bedroom, to find Trunks still kind of holding his neck, dumbstruck.
"That..grrr....... Did he hurt you too bad..?"
He shook his head, for some godawful reason unable to speak. He opened his mouth to, but no sound would come out.
"He's told me about..that move he used. I can tell by the marks..." She knelt in front of him, holding up a wet rag and gently wiping the blood from his wounds, then taking one of his hands in her own, and wiping away the rest of the crimson mess. She didn't release his hand after she finished wiping away the sticky fluid, and looked up into his face.
"Paralysis Glare of the Black Wolf, accompanied by Grey Wolf Silencing Technique....You can already see what it does..." She sighed deeply, her eyes showing much apology for him. She had this confused look upon her face, sort of like she was trying to figure something out.
Trunks tried to speak, then remembered that he couldn't for a while, and canted his head, reaching down to cup her cheek to get her attention. She felt her cheeks grow red, and her eyes lift to lock onto his.
"You just seem so familiar.. It's like... Deja Vu or something."
A little smile crossed his lips, and he stared down into those deep and soulful eyes, the thumb of the hand cupped over her cheek gently caressing her skin...... God, she was so beautiful...
He leaned down, slowly, lost in her eyes, and softly, slower than the last time, pressed his lips against hers. She shuddered a bit, but didn't protest, her eyes slowly and lazily closing. He slowly knelt on the floor with her, deepening the kiss just slightly, his gentle yet large arms slowly and cautiously sliding around her waist.
She lifted her arms after a few moments, still in awe that he was bold enough to kiss her again, and slid them around his neck, bringing hm closer against her. ...His lips felt so good against hers.....
He, too shy to bring his tongue into play just yet, just kissed her deeply, adding slightly more passion. He gently pulled her against him, against his warmth, closing his eyes.....
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A/N: Okay, it sucked. For all those loyal readers, and REVIEWERS, if I get say.. five reviews on this, good or bad, I'll make the next chapter a lemon. I need to know how I'm doing!
Perhaps I'l write a Trunks/Goku ficcie... Ooohh... Inspiration.
A/N: Good reviews so far! But I NEED MORE! You know, the whole self esteem issue. Anyways. I guess I better do my disclaimer, so no one sues my ass off. ^_^;
So I'll keep it short and sweet.
DISCLAIMER: Not. Mine. ^_^;
WARNING: Severe Yamcha-bashing. Bwahahahahaha.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Glaring at him all the harder, Yamcha squeezed Trunks's throat, feeling the lavender-haired man tremble from lack of proper oxygen. WHY couldn't he MOVE?! He couldn't struggle, or even flex his fingers, for Kami's sake! He rasped, trying to ignore the burning in his chest.
"What...th..the...hell......are you..." He paused to cough, sputtering a bit. "..doing..to me...?"
Yamcha's eyes burned into his, glinting evilly. It was then made painfully obvious, just a bit too late, that Yamcha was incredibly and undeniably pissed off. There was no response from him, just that he gritted his teeth, squeezing harder. His fingernails dug into Trunks's vulnerable neck flesh, deeper and deeper until thin lines of blood ran down his throat.
By then, Trunks's face had turned a nice shade of red, and he was squeaking distantly, his eyes rolling up into his head. He managed a flail of one arm, knocking against and wobbling the nightstand next to the bed.
Now, upon that nightstand rested a nice big lamp, handmade by some nice person for Chi-Chi as a birthday gift. As some odd law of gravity says, things are gonna fall. And that lamp did just that, falling to the wood floor and shattering with a loud crash.
Yamcha's head snapped to the side to look, and Trunks regained feeling in his body. He lifted his legs and pushed them against Yamcha's chest, enough to just launch him back into the opposite wall.
One nice chain of events, that headsplitting crash alerting, of course, Chi-Chi, who came running. She stared first at the half unconscious Yamcha, then at Trunks, who was coughing and clutching his throat. She could see the blood now matting his hands, and the fingernail marks upon his throat.
Now it was Chi-Chi's eyes that glinted, and her neck swiveled towards Yamcha, who was rubbing his head and whimpering. That little anime vein that pops on people's foreheads? Chi-Chi had that goin' on.
He then realized that she was standing there, and slowly look up at her, her eyes glowing evilly. She took a deep breath, her arms locked straight at her sides, hands balled into tight fists.
"Yamcha...?"
He stared wide eyed at her, and muttered.
"Y..yeah..Chi..Chi...?"
" GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!"
He screeched, and got to his feet, just as she pulled a large wooden broom from what appeared to be nowhere. She ran after him down the hall, pissed as ever, and swatted the baka with the broom until he was halfway out of Japan.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A bit later....
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Chi-Chi made her way back into the bedroom, to find Trunks still kind of holding his neck, dumbstruck.
"That..grrr....... Did he hurt you too bad..?"
He shook his head, for some godawful reason unable to speak. He opened his mouth to, but no sound would come out.
"He's told me about..that move he used. I can tell by the marks..." She knelt in front of him, holding up a wet rag and gently wiping the blood from his wounds, then taking one of his hands in her own, and wiping away the rest of the crimson mess. She didn't release his hand after she finished wiping away the sticky fluid, and looked up into his face.
"Paralysis Glare of the Black Wolf, accompanied by Grey Wolf Silencing Technique....You can already see what it does..." She sighed deeply, her eyes showing much apology for him. She had this confused look upon her face, sort of like she was trying to figure something out.
Trunks tried to speak, then remembered that he couldn't for a while, and canted his head, reaching down to cup her cheek to get her attention. She felt her cheeks grow red, and her eyes lift to lock onto his.
"You just seem so familiar.. It's like... Deja Vu or something."
A little smile crossed his lips, and he stared down into those deep and soulful eyes, the thumb of the hand cupped over her cheek gently caressing her skin...... God, she was so beautiful...
He leaned down, slowly, lost in her eyes, and softly, slower than the last time, pressed his lips against hers. She shuddered a bit, but didn't protest, her eyes slowly and lazily closing. He slowly knelt on the floor with her, deepening the kiss just slightly, his gentle yet large arms slowly and cautiously sliding around her waist.
She lifted her arms after a few moments, still in awe that he was bold enough to kiss her again, and slid them around his neck, bringing hm closer against her. ...His lips felt so good against hers.....
He, too shy to bring his tongue into play just yet, just kissed her deeply, adding slightly more passion. He gently pulled her against him, against his warmth, closing his eyes.....
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A/N: Okay, it sucked. For all those loyal readers, and REVIEWERS, if I get say.. five reviews on this, good or bad, I'll make the next chapter a lemon. I need to know how I'm doing!
Perhaps I'l write a Trunks/Goku ficcie... Ooohh... Inspiration.