Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ THE TRUNKS AND ALANNA SAGA ❯ Knight ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter Six

"Knight"

Vegeta stepped out from the tree line, which marked the beginning of the surrounding forest. He would not allow this to happen! As he prepared to give chase, he was startled by a voice from the shadows.

"Don't do it, Vegeta!" It called.

He looked around warily. "Who's there?!" He demanded. Then a thought struck him. "Are you X?" He asked.

"I am!" The voice answered. "Please, just let them be! It can't hurt to let them go, can it?"

Vegeta scowled. "Don't' try to tell me what to do! Who are you? Show yourself!" There was silence. All he knew so far was that this person did not want to be revealed, and that s/he was either a girl or a very... "..." (read: gay) boy. He searched for Trunks' power signature, intending to ignore the words of the girl, assuming the person was a girl, but it was gone; he had landed. DAMN! He'd been tricked and distracted this time, but it would not happen again. Vegeta stalked into the house, tail lashing angrily.

The stranger in the shadows sighed. She, indeed a she, had managed to fend off Vegeta this time, but how long would it last? How could she fight him when she didn't even want to? She guessed it didn't really matter anyway, as long as she could keep Vegeta from coming between Trunks and Alanna. If Alanna and Trunks wanted to be together, she'd do all she could to help them...even at such a high cost.

Trunks set down on a dirt parking lot. There was a huge, well-kept barn straight ahead. Trunks started towards it and Alanna followed, noticing how he deliberately avoided the snow. She found this curious, because he could easily go tromping through it. Alanna wondered if he was doing it so she wouldn't step in the snow. She decided to find out. She walked quickly a few steps, drawing abreast of him, marching through the snow. Trunks glanced at her and did a double take. "Snook!" he cried, "don't walk in the snow! You'll catch a cold and get sick and be confined to your bed and not be able to go anywhere and-" His yelling was cut off as Alanna clapped a hand over his mouth. Trunks narrowed his eyes because she was still walking in the snow. He picked her up and set her on his other side on the dirt. He glared at her slightly for a moment, silently scolding her, then nodded once she looked meek enough to show she'd learned her lesson. Trunks patted her head as though to say he wasn't angry, he just didn't want her to get sick.

Trunks pulled open the heavy barn door and gestured for Alanna to step inside. He closed the door behind him and walked down the aisle, slowly, so Alanna could stop to admire and pat each of the inhabitants of the barn. Some were looming horses, others were small ponies. Most were kind and gentle looking, whickering quietly as they were passed. Some of the ponies were fat and shaggy and Alanna thought they were adorable. She stopped to admire a sleek thoroughbred mare of the purest white, while Trunks watched a proud black stallion pace his stall.

Alanna reached the end of the aisle and saw there was another aisle at a right angle. She pointed. "Do we go this way, Trunks?"

He jogged up to join her. "Yeah, it's this way." He led her down the small ramp. The stalls were empty as far as Alanna could see.

Trunks stopped suddenly and looked over his shoulder. "Stay right there." He said, then continued down the aisle. He stopped again at the last stall and opened the door. Alanna heard the rustling of hay and a soft stomping on the concrete floor. Trunks appeared again with the end of a lead shank in his hand. Following him from the stall was the most magnificent creature Alanna had ever seen. First, he was huge! His coat shimmered over rippling muscles. But Alanna couldn't get over how BIG he was! At least 17 hands! He walked beside Trunks with his neck arched proudly, picking up each hoof as though he was performing for the Queen. He looked as though he was made of the purest gold, his fur nearly glowing. His mane and tail were as liquid mercury. He had a black mask and a black hind left sock. Alanna could hardly breathe for the sight of him.

"Come on and say hello." Trunks said. Alanna walked over shakily and extended a hand for the horse to sniff. He whuffed gently into her palm and she instantly fell in love with his warm, intelligent, liquid brown eyes. Trunks smiled. "Looks like you two are going to get along just fine."

Alanna did a double take, similar to his. "What do you mean by...we're going to get along just fine?"

Trunks smiled sort of secretively. "I mean you're going to ride him so come on." Trunks opened a chest by the stall and took out a box of brushes, a saddle, girth, bridle; everything she could imagine for the care of a horse was inside. The tack was black with silver designs and everything was crafted the same way, from girth to brushes, the blanket, and even the buckets inside the stall. Trunks winked. "Custom made." Alanna helped tack him up.

At first, she wondered how much Trunks really did know about horses, because he didn't use the crossties or put the reins over the horse's head, but it was soon made clear that the horse wasn't going anywhere.

"What's his name?" Alanna finally thought to ask.

"Well in the barn he's Knight but his show name is Sir Vincent Valentine."

Alanna smiled. "He looks like a Knight." In truth, Knight reminded Alanna strongly of Trunks; both were giants, but quiet and calm.

Trunks led Knight into the indoor arena and gave Alanna a leg up into the saddle. He double checked the stirrups and girth, then stepped back, smiling. "Have a good ride." He said.

Alanna had an awesome ride instead, which was more than okay with both of them. Knight was an angel in the ring. He jumped from just the right place, he picked up the right canter lead, and he slowed down for a sitting trot. His gaits were incredibly smooth.

After an hour and a half, Alanna reluctantly slowed down again. Trunks walked beside her as she cooled Knight out. He looked up at her. "So...you like him?"

Alanna beamed down at him. "I love him!" She leaned forward and hugged Knight's neck. He whuffed and shook his head slightly and kept walking. "I wish I could ride him every day!"

Trunks paused. Knight stopped and backed up before the thought could form in Alanna's mind to ask it of him. "Well," he said, "I can bring you out here any time...and...well I'm glad you like him because...he's yours."

Alanna blinked stupidly. "Mine? You mean it?"

Trunks nodded slowly, smiling shyly. Alanna leapt off of Knight, not caring whether Trunks caught her or not. Luckily, he did. Alanna threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him almost hard enough to snap the neck of a normal person. Of course, Trunks was no normal guy, so he wasn't crushed. He was embarrassed though. "Gee Snook..." He turned bright red again. All he could do was stand and pet her hair as she thanked him again and again. When she finally slowed to a stop, Trunks waited a moment in the silence. Alanna looked up at him. Trunks slowly raised an eyebrow as if to ask whether she was done or not.

"Thank you!" She exclaimed again, clinging to his jacket.

"Well you're most welcome." Trunks kissed her head shyly. Obviously, he wasn't used to displaying or receiving affection. "So...um...are we going to untack Knight?" Alanna nodded and Knight shook his head as if to say yes, please do cease this mushy affair and take these dreadfully heavy and unnecessary ornaments from my back! Alanna started to lead him back to his stall.