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A Day in RelaxationKaira woke up very happy the next morning, knowing
that she wouldn't have to worry about her husband
for the first time in a long while.
"Wait, he's going to, be home!" she said as she ran
to the bathroom. She took a 5 minute shower, brushed
her hair, and went to the closet to pick out something
nice. After all, she hadn't really looked nice when she
did see him, and she wanted to look special today for him,
now that she had someone to look nice for!
"Lemme see... I wonder if he's wearing his pink shirt..."
She shuffled through many shirts and jeans and finally found
the pink buttoned BADMAN shirt, and lucky for her, it wasn't
wrinkled! She slipped on a black tank top, kept the pink shirt
unbuttoned over it, slipped on some panties and some spandex
shorts, and reached into the nightstand for her dark purple
lipstick. "I might as well look nice!"
Kaira stepped out looking for her lover. She became nervous
when she still didn't see him. She almost starting crying, but
she heard laughter
It's Okay...Vegeta closed the door to his home behind him quietly,
as he tried not to wake his family sleeping upstairs.
Yet again, he had stayed out late training, only
coming home to eat a quick dinner then head back out.
He would have stayed home the rest of the evening, but
he was sure could push himself above his limits, to the
point past an Ascended Super Saiyajin. He was so close,
but he realized it was late and decided to go home. And,
though he didn't really agree with the idea, stay home
the next day.
As he slowly flew up the stairs, he heard whimpering.
He put his hand and ear to the twins door, and didn't
hear anything. He walked over and opened his and Kaira's
bedroom door. There was nothing but moonlight, but he
could see his wife constantly twitching and shaking. She
clawed at his pillow, making a sad face everytime she did.
She was causing the whimpering, and he begun to know why.
He walked over to his side of the bed, kicked off his shoes,
and grabbed his lover's trembling hand. I
InterviewMickey-chan: Hello! Today I will be interviewing the prince of
Saiyajins, Vegeta! Are you ready Mr. Vegeta? *sweet smile*
Mickey-chan: Good! Now I hope you don't mind if I ask some
personal questions, do you?
Vegeta: Anything that's not your business, I won't say.
Mickey-chan: Okay then! Now, let's start with your personality.
Why are you angry most of the time?
Vegeta: People like you. Always in someone's way.
Mickey-chan: Ouch, man... Um, anyway, how do you feel about your
life now? Are you happy with it? Or upset?
Vegeta: Ugh, if you must know I am perfectly content with my life.
Though, I always pictured ruling the universe with my wife, then
again, Kaira was never like that...
Mickey-chan: Kaira is your wife, isn't she? What do you find
appealing about her?
Vegeta: She's very cute, I must say. Just like she was when she was
a child. She can be pretty annoying, but it's funny when she gets
angry at me.
Mickey-chan: That's good to know! Now, you knew Kaira when she
The Way It Turns Out Ch. 5The Way It Turns Out Ch. 5
Ryuu landed his time machine right outside
of a forset area. He opened the glass window and
hopped out, pressing the button to recapsulize it.
He picked up the capsule and put it in the same pocket
that held his father's medicine. "Mom's gonna be so happy,"
he said, and began walking. He kept thinking about his to-be
parents in the past, thinking if he should go to the wedding.
It'd be nice to see his parents get married. All he ever heard
were stories, or had seen pictures. But would be strange if he
showed up? Everyone knew him, and they he was Vegeta and Kaira's
son, but the idea still seemed weird. He stopped when he noticed
he was right outside of his home. His very big, two-floored, too
many roomed, home.
When he opened he immeadiately ran upstairs. A older Kaira
came out of a room and hugged her son tightly. "Mom, I have the
medicine!" He pulled the bottle out of his pocket. "Miss Bulma
said these'll make Dad feel better in no time!"
"Ryuu, that's wond
The way It Turns Out Ch.4The Way It Turns Out Chapter 4
"Ooh! What about that one, Kaira?" ChiChi said as she pointed
to a cream white wedding dress in a store. "It's not totally
white, and look at all of the flowers on it!"
"That's nice, but I don't like cream white." Kaira said shyly.
"Well what do you like? You can't get 'white white'. I mean, you're
not a virgin!" Bulma said loudly.
"Can you keep your voice down please? I know I'm not. I don't even
want a 'white white' dress."
"Hey, how about that one?" ChiChi said, pointing to a dress. It was
on a mannequin, and the dummy was holding flowers that went with it.
The dress had no straps to it, and a thick black rim around the chest
and bottom. There was a big black bow around the stomach, and beneath
it were many black swirls. The veil had a pure white head band, and a
slightly gray net. The dress was made from pure silk, and had no itchy
nets under it.
"I love it, ChiChi!" Kaira exclaimed.
"Hey Mom, guess what?" Kaira said as she talked to her mother on
The Way It Turns Out Ch.3The Way It Turns Out Ch.3
Kaira turned around at the sound of Vegeta calling her name.
"Yes?" she said as she walked to the bathroom. "What is it?" She
noticed he was poking at his ears. "Kaira, do I have big ears? I
just noticed..." She looked at her lover with a worried face. Of
he did! But she didn't want to tell him, because she didn't know how
he would take it. "Well Kaira, do I?"
"Well, I mean... They're not..huge.."
"But they're big... Aren't they..?"
"So what if they are? To be honest, I think they make you look cute!"
"That's not the point!"
"Well what is?"
"How come you didn't tell I had satellite dishes as ears?!" he said
pulling at them.
"Like I said," she said grabbing them, "they make you look cute!"
Bulma, Kaira, and ChiChi sat outside eating a lunch that Mrs.
Breifs had made for them. Bulma and ChiChi wanted to talk to Kaira,
being that they haven't really talked in a while. Though, the only
topic they could talk about was Kaira, and her pregnancy scare with th
Bathtime"Sherman! It’s time for your bath!"
Uh-oh. Sherman was trapped. This was one of the worst possible things that could ever happen.
He hated it. The cold water (which was due to the fact that he delayed his bath for as long as he could) the fact baths always stopped him from playing, the scrubbing, the inevitable bedtime afterwards…it was no fun.
What was he to do? There was only one thing for it - to hide. So that’s what he did. Thinking quickly, he hid under his crib and hoped his father wouldn’t find him. Perhaps if he lay still enough, he wouldn’t be noticed.
He could hear his father’s clunky footsteps coming closer. The door creaked open. There was a silence, then a short sigh. Sherman heard Mr. Peabody nearing his crib and within seconds, he found himself getting pulled out from under it. He shook his pudgy fists about.
"Come now, Sherman, let’s not have this," Mr. Peabody muttered.
"Nooo! I don’t wa
It had been a long grueling day out in the desert, and as usual I was on my own. I was travelling with a group of fellow archeologists in order to check out an old tomb for some possible hidden treasure and artifacts. Unfortunately for me, I was stuck navigating this hot and musty old ruin by myself! My group had chickened out after watching The Mummy the night before, and decided against following me into the ruin. I made my way through the decrepit tomb, looking for some sort of special treasure to bring back. Sadly, searching ruins isn't as glamorous as they make it out to be in movies. There aren't any large caches of treasure, mystical artifacts, or Daedric weapons situated anywhere. It's a good thing that's the case, I'd hate to be transformed by some kind of weird magical artifact again!
I wandered through the ruins, and looked about for anything worthwhile. Finally, I found a strange room in the back of the ruins. Sitting in the middle of the room was a glistening golden statue
Goodnight DadHere's some music to go with this story
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The elevator doors opened and out stepped Sherman. He was all grown-up now and had travelled all the way from his home to visit the old penthouse he once lived at. Now it was just owned by the famous Mr. Peabody, who had disappeared out of the limelight quite some time ago, due to him not appearing as often.
The reason? Mr. Peabody was too old.
Sherman’s shoes squeaked against the laminated floors as he glanced around at the mostly unchanged house he used to roam about in as a child. He entered the lounge, looking about for his father.
"Hello?" he called out.
Suddenly, there was a quiet thud at the door. Sherman swivelled around and saw it open slightly. A cane came through, shortly followed by the hunched, greying figure of Mr. Peabody himself. His green eyes sparkled the moment they set upon Sherman.
"Ah Sherman, my boy," the elderly genius greeted, "so glad to fin
Giving Life to The MoonBlackness. She was going in and out of blackness. It was consuming her, pulsing around her. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think.
A voice kept coming to her, faint and quiet. She couldn't understand it. It was too far. She felt as though she were underwater. Everything was distorted beyond her senses.
And then there was pain. It shot through her like the talon of a hawk, or the fang of a dog. It gripped her tightly, and held her it's prisoner. She could smell blood. She could feel the blood. It was all over her. And it was overpowering.
There was that voice. She tried to open her eyes, to see who was speaking to her. It was hopeless. She knew she was going to die. Is this was death felt like? Pain and darkness, consuming her? It was horrible. She wanted it to be over.
"Timidbreeze? Can you hear me? Just breathe, okay?"
Her ears twitched. She felt herself take in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. She opened her eyes slightly, blinking her blurred vision away. Bre
Giving Names to The Moon"Timidbreeze?"
She felt her body shudder with her sobs. A small bundle was held between her front paws, her warm tears dripping down upon it. Two other small bundles were nearby, both mewing and wiggling around. But this one.. was still. And silent.
She sobbed again, trying desperately to drag her tongue across the unmoving brown kit. She thought she would taste it's warm pelt and fur, but instead she got a mouthful of her own salty tears, and felt his cold body.
Her head shot up, her eyes locking on the form of the grey pelted medicine cat. He stared at her sympathetically, and moved closer, glancing down at the brown tom between her paws. His voice was calm, and quiet, "Timidbreeze.. He's gone. He's with Starclan now. I'm sorry."
She tried to speak, but only made a few small grunts instead. Her paw came across her eyes, wiping away some of her tears. How could any of this be real? With everything that had happened in her life, she had no idea her heart could possibly b
The Wanderer She was known as the Wanderer.
A modern-day Forest Gump or Jesper Olsen, she went from place to place, going wherever her feet led her.
Except unlike both the fictional and non-fictional people mentioned above, she was on the back of a horse.
Sitting astride a black horse, she rarely said a word other than a simple 'thanks' when news vans and curious passerby recognized her and swarmed like bees to a congregation of pollen-laden blossoms. Her once frightened and flighty horse had turned into a trusted travel companion, merely looking at the noisy crowds with seldom a flicked ear. On her mahogany-colored custom-made saddle rested saddle bags filled to the bursting point with necessities such as her wallet, clothing, grooming supplies, a first aid kit, and other items of that nature.
One might wonder how one such person is able to feed the ravenous appetite that a horse brings. Well, when one is a national celebrity, one does fin
My Gorgeous Rose: A SonAmy FanFic. Ch1 It was morning, the sun was glimmering like diamonds. 13 year old Amy Rose was sleeping in her bed. "Amy..." a voice called. Amy got disturbed and continued to sleep. "Amy get up you're gonna be late again!" Amy opened up one eye to see who was calling her. An 16 year old blue hedgehog with Hair that reached to her thighs, a bang on the side of her head, 4 eyelashes on each eye that were separate. (Like Tails' eyes.) She was dressed in her Sailor uniform for school. "C'mon Amy, you're dozing off. Get up now it's past 8:00!" Amy got up. "Eh...? EH?!" Amy got out of her bed quickly and took
Off all her night clothes and goton her Sailor Uniform quickly. "Let's go, Amulet!" Yelled Amy. Amulet stood there and sighed. "Okay." Then Amulet ran downstairs and saw the Amy already left for school. "Amy..." Amulet grabs both of there lunches and ran out. Amy was still running the fast as she could. "Amy! Wait up" yelled Amulet. Until Amy was in fro
Sherman's Mother"Are you alright, my dear?"
Mr. Peabody’s attention had been drawn to a shifting in a nearby alleyway. He squinted at the dark, hunched figure. He guessed it was a woman from the sound of her voice. Unfortunately for her, she was retching. Despite the repulsion, the dog kept a good distance away while she finished emptying her stomach. For a few moments she didn’t move and Mr. Peabody stepped forward to see if she was alright, hand extended.
But at that moment she raised herself up, almost tripping up on her dress. She swayed outside onto pavement lit by the streetlamps, the pale light reflecting off her shiny, auburn hair. She glanced down at Mr. Peabody.
"Whadda you want, mutt?”
Mr. Peabody showed little sign of offence, knowing fully well that she was still under the influence and therefore not thinking straight. “I was just concerned for your well-being, ma’am.”
"Huh. My well-being. That’s a joke… Along with eeeverything
HIMH Ch. 18Ch.18
“Austy... Wake up… I’m back…” Riley said poking his cheek softly trying to wake him up.
“Mm…” He groaned and stirred to the other side. “…5 more minutes…”
“Austin you’ve been sleeping since I left! Which was at like 3:27 in the morning… and its now…” She paused and looked at the time. “5:12 in the afternoon…”
“Get up.” She grabbed his legs and pulled him out. Austin being a bit on the smart side grabbed onto the bed posts to avoid getting out. “Austin! You’re taking the bed with you! Come on let go!” She kept pulling until finally he let go and they both went crashing into each other.
“Oof!” She said once she landed on her back. She shook her head and looked to see Austin on top of her… still sleeping. “Seriously?! Austin get up!” Riley pushed him off which finally cau
Birthday Short"Does Wyuu wub his mommy?" Kaira said in a cutesy voice. Just to give her
the satisfaction, he giggled and reached for her. "Aw, come here!" Kaira
picked him up from her bed. He rested his head on her chest.
"Oh, okay then! So he can do that, but I can't?" Vegeta said with his arms
"Shut up, he's a baby! He's supposed to do that."
"Hmph! It doesn't matter! Mizuki loves her daddy, doesn't she?" he said,
picking her up. She giggled and laid her head on his chest, falling asleep.
Kaira just playfully rolled her eyes. "You know, I was gonna let you lay on
my chest, but nevermind now!" she said, walking to the baby room. Vegeta
just shook his head and followed her.
Kaira set Ryuu down in the crib next to his sister. Their parents watched
them as they slept quietly, for the first time in a while. Vegeta grabbed
Kaira from behind and kissed her. "it's still hard to believe it's been
"I know, they're already big."
Yeah, that day was the twins' 5 month birthday. Though, being
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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