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vatheon2012-03-04 02:42 pm
fighting4afuture) wrote in vatheon2012-03-04 02:42 pm
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Who: Trunks Briefs and OPEN It's early though why would you be out 8|
Where: Phanga neighborhood, house 13
When: March 4th, around 6 AM, edit: Later scenario around 10 AM
Style: Starting in action, either is fine
Status: Open
[This whole week has been nothing but disaster in Trunks' opinion--he's ready to write the whole mess off and even more so when he feels himself getting ill.
Not that he's had much experience with it on his own--an illness would have to be serious to even make him feel woozy--but he's seen everyone else around him getting sick at one time or another, and he knows objectively speaking what it should feel like.
He's decided that first hand experience isn't all that it's cracked up to be. He's running a high fever and shivering, feeling paradoxically freezing cold and boiling hot at the same time, and thus has gathered every blanket he has in the house he claimed into his bedroom to make a sort of nest on the bed shoved into the corner, and is sleeping in it.
But not peacefully. Living the life he has, Trunks is prone to nightmares--his fever dreams are no better. His normal tight rein over his power is slipping as he runs and fights in the dream, not from nameless and faceless monsters, but from cruelly smirking faces that he's feared every day of his life.
The windows of his house start to shake with the power he's putting out, not enough to break through to Super Saiyan, he needs consciousness for that, but enough to cause spiderweb-crazed cracks in some of the panes and certainly to catch the attention of anyone passing by at the early hour.]
Later: [After the morning's display and going out to get medicine even though he's shaky as hell, Trunks is outside and floating in midair, trying to replace the broken window in his second floor bedroom.
He obviously should be resting--he's pale still, even after the medicine he took. It helped, but he has to take twice as much because it metabolizes out of his system so much faster.
Probably would've been a better idea to just cover up the window and wait till the curse was over, but he's a stubborn one.]
Where: Phanga neighborhood, house 13
When: March 4th, around 6 AM, edit: Later scenario around 10 AM
Style: Starting in action, either is fine
Status: Open
[This whole week has been nothing but disaster in Trunks' opinion--he's ready to write the whole mess off and even more so when he feels himself getting ill.
Not that he's had much experience with it on his own--an illness would have to be serious to even make him feel woozy--but he's seen everyone else around him getting sick at one time or another, and he knows objectively speaking what it should feel like.
He's decided that first hand experience isn't all that it's cracked up to be. He's running a high fever and shivering, feeling paradoxically freezing cold and boiling hot at the same time, and thus has gathered every blanket he has in the house he claimed into his bedroom to make a sort of nest on the bed shoved into the corner, and is sleeping in it.
But not peacefully. Living the life he has, Trunks is prone to nightmares--his fever dreams are no better. His normal tight rein over his power is slipping as he runs and fights in the dream, not from nameless and faceless monsters, but from cruelly smirking faces that he's feared every day of his life.
The windows of his house start to shake with the power he's putting out, not enough to break through to Super Saiyan, he needs consciousness for that, but enough to cause spiderweb-crazed cracks in some of the panes and certainly to catch the attention of anyone passing by at the early hour.]
Later: [After the morning's display and going out to get medicine even though he's shaky as hell, Trunks is outside and floating in midair, trying to replace the broken window in his second floor bedroom.
He obviously should be resting--he's pale still, even after the medicine he took. It helped, but he has to take twice as much because it metabolizes out of his system so much faster.
Probably would've been a better idea to just cover up the window and wait till the curse was over, but he's a stubborn one.]
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It's not Frieza, though. It's Trunks.
He turns to go, but he catches a glimpse of the boy's face out of the corner of his eye. It's painfully familiar to him, and despite himself, Vegeta can't bear to leave. Gritting his teeth, he opens the window (or simply finishes breaking it) and walks over to Trunks's bedside, shaking him gently. He can at least wake him from his nightmares.]
Hey.
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who're we kidding, Vegeta open windows? naaaaah.When the hand comes down on his shoulder, though, his eyes fly wide open. For the briefest moment, if they weren't shadowed, they'd be a blank, bright green before fading back to fear-filled and unfocused blue. Just because he's aware doesn't mean he's awake, especially with the fever haze. He thinks he's hallucinating and he doesn't quite remember where he is.]
...Father...?
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Wake up. You're dreaming.
[Vegeta shifts his weight uncomfortably. The boy didn't look normal, it didn't look like he was completely... there. Should he get one of those doctors?]
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...'course.
[When faced with dead father and still completely unaware he's not at home, that's the correct response, right?
He's burning up, Vegeta probably felt it when he touched his arm.]
Just a dream...
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His eyes go wide and he sits up sharply
with a rather undignified yelp.]V-Vegeta?
[That's right, now that he's completely awake and aware of what he's saying, he'll call you by name instead of trying to call you dad or something. Also going to groan slightly because he feels horrible.]
ALL THE DIALOGUE...oh wait. Nope, he's not talking.
Just what had happened to Trunks to give him nightmares strong enough to make him power up?]
It'd help you understand the kid if you tried talking to him, y'know.
Also, protip: Probably the same thing that happened to make him sleep with his sword within easy reaching distance.]
...wait, how did you find my house?
[Looks like someone isn't aware that he was powered up, though since he's gotten it under control now and that tends to be his default state of being, he can probably be excused that.]
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[He folds his arms tightly across his chest like he usually does, closing himself off.]
It was just a kid having nightmares.
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[In his dreams, he was.
And he definitely doesn't like being called a kid.]
...memories, not nightmares.
[Or both. It is his humble opinion that his entire life is one giant nightmare, thanks. Not that he thinks you particularly care.]
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...memories of what?
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The transformation that hadn't saved Gohan, that didn't give Trunks the power to defeat the monsters destroying his world.
He hesitates somewhat before speaking. It was ingrained into him before he went to the past to interfere, ideally, as little as possible. He was told that here it didn't matter.]
...on Earth, in my time, there are monsters stronger than Frieza. Two of them. They've killed millions of people...destroyed nearly everything.
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Frieza was supposed to be the end, not the beginning.]
Did you kill them?
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Trunks shakes his head--he looks haunted. Of course he does. He feels like he's failed thousands of people personally, like every death since he was old enough to decide that he should fight too is his fault.]
They're too strong. Stronger than me by far. And their energy...there's no end to it.
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[The similarities in their situations are just... painful. He almost wants to reach out to the boy, but refrains. Vegeta mirrors his haunted expression, looking distant.]
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And I can't just sit by and do nothing.
[He got a hero complex from somewhere. Blame it on his human side if you like.]
So I fight. Sometimes they hunt me down, sometimes they start killing to draw me out. It always ends the same.
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[Vegeta turns towards Trunks, his eyes lit up with a righteous fire that probably looks out of place to him.]
We are Saiyans. Saiyans grow stronger when they are defeated. Don't give up or let them kill you and someday... someday you will end them.
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I know. Everyone else isn't so lucky.
[He can take it, generally speaking. But all the humans are SOL and JWF.
Plus it's hard to believe he'll ever win when they've killed literally anyone else who might've stood a chance but him.]
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[He claps Trunks's shoulder awkwardly, then just... pretends that he was using the contact to stand up. Yes. He totally wasn't trying to be nice there.]
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...perhaps inexplicably, he feels better. Still horrible, but better.]
...yeah.
[Or die trying, y'know.]
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These humans have some medicine to take down the fever. It seems to work. You should get some so you don't destroy the neighborhood in your sleep.
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...I will.
[In fact, there's rustling behind you, like he's preparing to get up to do so right now. 'Cause yeah, if he powers up completely he'd probably bring the house down on his head.]
...um. There's room here, if you want to stay. I don't know where you've been sleeping...
[Silly Trunks. Vegeta doesn't sleep, he waits.]
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[He eyes Trunks over his shoulder. What, does he WANT him to stay? That's not happening. Vegeta doesn't make friends, he makes allies.]
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He shrugs and TOTALLY IS NOT DISAPPOINTED.]
Alright. That's probably for the best.
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Don't wake me up like that again.
[This is Vegeta's special brand of "get well", it appears.]
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Sorry. Good night.
[Even though he's pretty sure it's morning anyway.]
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10am sounds good to me, also, this boy FLOATS.
So, would you need some help with that window? [Won't say anything about how this dude is OBVIOUSLY SICK.]
Wheee, floating buddies!
And sorry John, it's hard to increase your prankster gambit by sneaking up on someone with superhuman senses. :C]
If you want.
[It's not any weight he can't handle, in fact holding it is kind of effortless. He's already got the broken one out.]
They float all day and night man, ALL THE FLOATING
I wouldn't mind, I mean you totally look sick and stuff. You should try and lie down after this?
[John can still muster up a bit of a breeze. Enough to help him hold things up.]
WHEEEEEE. being on the ground is for suckers.
Yeah, I know. I already took medicine for it, but I have to take enough to down a tyrannosaurus for it to work for very long.
[Darn metabolism.]
I just wanted to get this taken care of.
dude who needs the ground!!!
Then you should probably take that much and lie down. I mean I could take care of the window. [don't believe him. HE WOULD DROP IT.]
Then I'll help you.
LAME PEOPLE WHO CAN'T FLY THAT'S WHO
Don't worry about me, I've had a lot worse.
[Smiles slightly. IT TAKES A LOT TO KNOCK HIM DOWN, M'KAY.
half because of his STRONG and half because he's too stubborn for his own good :|]Thanks, I appreciate it.
[At least it's just the glass that needs replacing. Trunks had already cracked it, but his dad broke it the rest of the way coming in. 8|]
SORRY FOR THE DELAY. I've been skdjfhjksfd this week.
I can't really say the same. I mean, I think I've died before? But it's a weird thing that I'm not even going to attempt to explain right now. [john laughs a little. look at them, pro at fixing this window!]
No problem!
IT'S OKAY. <3
Also, the dying before doesn't really faze him--it's regrettable, because John's obviously younger, but in a world where, depending on your timeline, death is either extremely common or completely reversible...well, it's kinda cheap.]
If you want to hold the glass, I'll get it fixed in?
[How many ways could that go wrong, I wonder...]
Life is a thing unfortunately! >:T
Death is death really. John has died a couple of times, none too heroic- and he certainly didn't deserve them. Unfortunately dead kids in his universe are not an uncommon thing.]
That works for me! [John is totally holding this heavy sheet of glass. He has the strength to do this. He dualwields warhammers all the time- NO WAY THIS CAN GO WRONG! Or is there....]
It's a thing that SUCKS.
also come on John you can do it. Just hold the glass in place, in the frame even! The frame's doing all the heavy lifting!]
Alright.
[Trunks is pretty fast at this by now, though, he used to help rebuild whenever there wasn't shit blowing up and falling down around everyone's ears, before everyone just gave up and went underground.]