Issues: The Beginning, Ch10
Title: Issues: The Beginning, Ch10
Fandom: Issues
Characters/pairings: Ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A group of college students find a way to travel to other worlds.
Warnings: Mary-Sue self insert with bad characterizations.
Notes: Old writing, from waaaaay back in the day, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made)
o o o
Keeren fished through her backpack. Where the hell was it? She KNEW she brought it with her but it was nowhere to be found! Her hands enclosed onto the plastic case and she yanked it out with a woop. Opening the case, her face melted.
Inside, what she had originally brought had turned into a jumbled mess of metal. Her camera, her FAVORITE camera that she received so many years ago, was ruined. She let out a childish whine and closed the case, shoving it back into her pack. All the ideas of pictures she could have taken and selling them on Ebay was ruined. She could have been rich! Then again, somebody might want to know how she got them to look so real and not look like a cheesy costume.
Her eyes scanned the room, which she was residing in. It was the same room she woke up in earlier, but now she felt more comfortable with a few of her things around the room. Actually, all she put was her purse on the night stand, open so she could see a group picture she got of her, Melissa and Teri a few years back when they all got into college together. Keeren had brought two pairs of clothing, two pairs of jeans, pajamas, a T-shirt and a sweater, with socks and the other stuff. Teri had to keep searching through her bag to make sure she didn't take any of her Dragon Ball Z shirts with her. Keeren gave her a good whack on the back of the head for that.
Keeren let out a sigh, pulling her brush out of the pack and idly began to brush her chestnut hair. It was nearly to her shoulders and was actually cut straight for once, instead of her usual layered. For a long time she wished for it to be super long like Teri's but around her twentieth birthday, it became a pain when it nearly caught flame over a candle. Her friends found it humorous, but Keeren didn't, and again, they got a painful punishment.
Keeren looked towards the door. Only fifteen feet away was one of the sexiest men she had found in her life, Tasuki and Kouji in the Fushigi yuugi dimension had counted as a fair catch, but Melissa would have her head if she were found uttering such words. But, back to the remaining subject, she was alone, in a different dimension that she was born and housed in, in a 'strangers' home, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. Well, she couldn't really say strangers; she practically knew what Trunks's favorite color was, though she kind of believed it to be green, or blue. She had written countless fanfics about him, around him and for him, and read a good deal of them. Half of them weren't even close to being correct. How did some of those fangirls (and some fanboys) know whether GT- Trunks was good or bad in bed?
There was a knock at the door and Keeren blinked several times before looking towards the figure standing in the doorway. It was a girl, shoulder length turquoise hair, with an ever so slightly revealing red overall dress. A red headband kept her locks from falling over her face. She had a scowl set firmly upon her lips that made Keeren want to back away.
"Kaa-san told me t' tell ya dinner's ready." She said. Keeren instantly registered the girl as Bra, Trunks's younger sister, though she had forgotten the years between them. She nodded and Bra turned from her and walked down the hall. Keeren stood and tossed her brush into the backpack, hissing at herself when it smacked into Teri's laptop. Her rear end was sore from sitting on the hardwood floor but she had more important things to worry about.
Exiting the room, she followed where Bra had gone. She had only left the guest room once-to use the bathroom-and she didn't quite know where everything was. The building was lit with fluorescent lights, which bounced off the white walls and stung her eyes. She passed by Trunks's room, eyeing a sock that sneaked its way between the door and the frame. Suddenly, the hall opened up into a large dome room, split in two. On the left side, there were three steps leading down into the living room, completely set with deluxe big screen television and high-quality stereo system. And to the right, there was a table with overhanging lights from the ceiling. Everything was white, brown and yellow. Quite boring colors.
At the table, sat Trunks and Bra, with Bulma placing a dish of chicken curry onto the table. There was an open seat next to Trunks so Keeren sat there. Vegeta was not present at the table so she assumed him to be training in the gravity room. Keeren smiled sheepishly when Bulma handed her a plate with the food placed onto it. It was a considerately small amount. Possibly because she was used to the Saiya-jin blood making large appetites for her husband and children. Bulma looked like the one who didn't eat much so Keeren assumed that she thought the same about herself. She decided she'd get more food when seconds came around.
Keeren ate her food quietly, bra and Trunks eating either fast and many or normally and a lot. Her eyes when to Trunks on her right, she watched the was he moved, the structure of his body, the way the light caught his lavender hair. Being an artist she noticed things like this, very annoying. Slowly yet steadily, her mind began to run wild.
Hey, he's pretty Sexy.
Ya think I didn't know that?
Hey, just putting it out to be fed upon.
God I make the sickest comments
I didn't mean for it to be perverted . . . Although.
Jeez, drop it okay, I'd like to eat, I've never had homemade curry before.
Neither have I, but still. y'know you want to.
Want to what?
You wanna feel his Saiya-jin Pride.
What?! Drop it! Drop it right now!
C'mon, just reach over.
SHUT UP!
. . . and touch . . .
Keeren let out a annoyed groan as she let her head fall into her dish, squirting some of the juices in several directions. Bra huffed and looked away from her, her ears turning a shade of red.
"Uhh. are you alright Miss Keeren?" Trunks questioned. Keeren nodded, her face pressed against the warm food.
"Oh I'm fine. I just wanted to get to know the food a bit better, that's all."
Trunks nodded, turning back to his plate. "Okay . . ."
Several moments went by as food was shoveled into mouths. Keeren's head moved slightly.
"Bulma, this curry is just excellent."
o o o
Keeren took in a deep breath, releasing it slowly as her entire body relaxed. She looked at the laptop in front of her, it was open, and the page set at her email account. A simple idea had been running through her head since she was washed the curry off her face. Could she send an email from this dimension to the other? Possibly to her friends? Nobody else had thought of the idea, and nobody was sure whether it would work. She was surprised that she could even get to her email server. The fact that the laptop's Internet capabilities relied on satellite and no phone line was connected to her home. Were the satellites the same here? She couldn't even tell if the constellations of the stars were even different, because she was in the Eastern Hemisphere. Shrugging, she clicked casually onto 'Compose', then 'Address Book'.
Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened when a small message popped up and recited 'There are no entries in your Address Book'. Yeah, it was large, being she had so many friendly relatives and many friends, but how could it be empty? A theory suddenly sparked. If she was in a different dimension, which meant everything was different. Such as, if she went to the website for her hometown, it wouldn't be there, nor would any other town's website, except maybe Satan City and South City.
She sighed and clicked out of the window, closing the laptop. Maybe she should just tell Trunks. Many other people had come from different dimensions and had weirder origins that herself, so why didn't she just say it right out loud? Well, many reasons. One, Vegeta would kick her ass trying to get information and kill her. Two, she wasn't VERY sure on how they would take it. Three, what would she say?
Keeren stood, walking over to the window, and looked out into the night. She could give out everything she knew about them, but stalker was not a name she wanted labeled onto her forehead. She leaned her forehead onto the window frame and began to say different ideas out loud.
"Dimension traveler? Stupid. Wishful lost girl? Lame. Fangirl? REALLY dumb." She started to bang her head softly against the wall after every topic, getting harder each time. "Fairy godmother? Thunk Used. Tooth Fairy? Thunk Yeah, like I want one of his teeth. Easter Bunny? Thunk Too playboy. Santa Claus? Thunk Oh yeah, presents. Great Pumpkin? Thunk Zorro? Thunk Bambi? Thunk Long lost fourth cousin?!" THUNK
Keeren moaned, her head sore with the constant banging of her head upon a wall. It wasn't wood like she was used to when she smashed her face into walls and/or lockers, but a wood/metal mixture. Very hard and painful.
"Hey, you alright in here?"
Keeren spun around, coming eye to eye with Trunks. He standing in the doorway wearing a pair of boxers and a thin white T-shirt. Keeren eyed his firm muscles viciously, trying very hard to stay in the same world, rather than joining her other side in its horny brutal ness.
"Yes, I'm fine."
Trunks crossed his arms and gave her a smug grin.
"I'm not sure I can believe you when you say that, not after what happened at dinner."
"Oh yeah. that."
"Care to explain?"
"Um" Keeren racked her brain for an answer. She was drawing a blank, and that drawing board didn't so much as have a smudge on it.
"Well?"
"Oh, I don't know." Keeren said finally. "I'm just like that."
Trunks frowned. "I think your hiding something."
Keeren froze, she felt the color drain away from her face. Had the same incident happened here like in the Fushigi Yuugi dimension? Was she found out and accused already?
"I-I'm not hiding anything."
"Oh?"
"Y-yeah." Keeren silently growled at herself for her stupid stutter.
"C'mon, tell me. You've heard all about me and my family, a good amount of what I do. Tell me."
"W-what do you do?"
Trunks's brow deepened. "I know you've heard. Legendary warriors? Super powers? Well, that's what they call it. I mean, you've obviously heard of the powerful yet idiotic Super Saiya-man haven't you?"
Keeren sighed, letting her shoulders droop. "Aright, you've found me out. I'll tell you everything." She walked over to the bed and sat down on it, getting ready to spill the beans.
Fandom: Issues
Characters/pairings: Ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A group of college students find a way to travel to other worlds.
Warnings: Mary-Sue self insert with bad characterizations.
Notes: Old writing, from waaaaay back in the day, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made)
o o o
Keeren fished through her backpack. Where the hell was it? She KNEW she brought it with her but it was nowhere to be found! Her hands enclosed onto the plastic case and she yanked it out with a woop. Opening the case, her face melted.
Inside, what she had originally brought had turned into a jumbled mess of metal. Her camera, her FAVORITE camera that she received so many years ago, was ruined. She let out a childish whine and closed the case, shoving it back into her pack. All the ideas of pictures she could have taken and selling them on Ebay was ruined. She could have been rich! Then again, somebody might want to know how she got them to look so real and not look like a cheesy costume.
Her eyes scanned the room, which she was residing in. It was the same room she woke up in earlier, but now she felt more comfortable with a few of her things around the room. Actually, all she put was her purse on the night stand, open so she could see a group picture she got of her, Melissa and Teri a few years back when they all got into college together. Keeren had brought two pairs of clothing, two pairs of jeans, pajamas, a T-shirt and a sweater, with socks and the other stuff. Teri had to keep searching through her bag to make sure she didn't take any of her Dragon Ball Z shirts with her. Keeren gave her a good whack on the back of the head for that.
Keeren let out a sigh, pulling her brush out of the pack and idly began to brush her chestnut hair. It was nearly to her shoulders and was actually cut straight for once, instead of her usual layered. For a long time she wished for it to be super long like Teri's but around her twentieth birthday, it became a pain when it nearly caught flame over a candle. Her friends found it humorous, but Keeren didn't, and again, they got a painful punishment.
Keeren looked towards the door. Only fifteen feet away was one of the sexiest men she had found in her life, Tasuki and Kouji in the Fushigi yuugi dimension had counted as a fair catch, but Melissa would have her head if she were found uttering such words. But, back to the remaining subject, she was alone, in a different dimension that she was born and housed in, in a 'strangers' home, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. Well, she couldn't really say strangers; she practically knew what Trunks's favorite color was, though she kind of believed it to be green, or blue. She had written countless fanfics about him, around him and for him, and read a good deal of them. Half of them weren't even close to being correct. How did some of those fangirls (and some fanboys) know whether GT- Trunks was good or bad in bed?
There was a knock at the door and Keeren blinked several times before looking towards the figure standing in the doorway. It was a girl, shoulder length turquoise hair, with an ever so slightly revealing red overall dress. A red headband kept her locks from falling over her face. She had a scowl set firmly upon her lips that made Keeren want to back away.
"Kaa-san told me t' tell ya dinner's ready." She said. Keeren instantly registered the girl as Bra, Trunks's younger sister, though she had forgotten the years between them. She nodded and Bra turned from her and walked down the hall. Keeren stood and tossed her brush into the backpack, hissing at herself when it smacked into Teri's laptop. Her rear end was sore from sitting on the hardwood floor but she had more important things to worry about.
Exiting the room, she followed where Bra had gone. She had only left the guest room once-to use the bathroom-and she didn't quite know where everything was. The building was lit with fluorescent lights, which bounced off the white walls and stung her eyes. She passed by Trunks's room, eyeing a sock that sneaked its way between the door and the frame. Suddenly, the hall opened up into a large dome room, split in two. On the left side, there were three steps leading down into the living room, completely set with deluxe big screen television and high-quality stereo system. And to the right, there was a table with overhanging lights from the ceiling. Everything was white, brown and yellow. Quite boring colors.
At the table, sat Trunks and Bra, with Bulma placing a dish of chicken curry onto the table. There was an open seat next to Trunks so Keeren sat there. Vegeta was not present at the table so she assumed him to be training in the gravity room. Keeren smiled sheepishly when Bulma handed her a plate with the food placed onto it. It was a considerately small amount. Possibly because she was used to the Saiya-jin blood making large appetites for her husband and children. Bulma looked like the one who didn't eat much so Keeren assumed that she thought the same about herself. She decided she'd get more food when seconds came around.
Keeren ate her food quietly, bra and Trunks eating either fast and many or normally and a lot. Her eyes when to Trunks on her right, she watched the was he moved, the structure of his body, the way the light caught his lavender hair. Being an artist she noticed things like this, very annoying. Slowly yet steadily, her mind began to run wild.
Hey, he's pretty Sexy.
Ya think I didn't know that?
Hey, just putting it out to be fed upon.
God I make the sickest comments
I didn't mean for it to be perverted . . . Although.
Jeez, drop it okay, I'd like to eat, I've never had homemade curry before.
Neither have I, but still. y'know you want to.
Want to what?
You wanna feel his Saiya-jin Pride.
What?! Drop it! Drop it right now!
C'mon, just reach over.
SHUT UP!
. . . and touch . . .
Keeren let out a annoyed groan as she let her head fall into her dish, squirting some of the juices in several directions. Bra huffed and looked away from her, her ears turning a shade of red.
"Uhh. are you alright Miss Keeren?" Trunks questioned. Keeren nodded, her face pressed against the warm food.
"Oh I'm fine. I just wanted to get to know the food a bit better, that's all."
Trunks nodded, turning back to his plate. "Okay . . ."
Several moments went by as food was shoveled into mouths. Keeren's head moved slightly.
"Bulma, this curry is just excellent."
o o o
Keeren took in a deep breath, releasing it slowly as her entire body relaxed. She looked at the laptop in front of her, it was open, and the page set at her email account. A simple idea had been running through her head since she was washed the curry off her face. Could she send an email from this dimension to the other? Possibly to her friends? Nobody else had thought of the idea, and nobody was sure whether it would work. She was surprised that she could even get to her email server. The fact that the laptop's Internet capabilities relied on satellite and no phone line was connected to her home. Were the satellites the same here? She couldn't even tell if the constellations of the stars were even different, because she was in the Eastern Hemisphere. Shrugging, she clicked casually onto 'Compose', then 'Address Book'.
Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened when a small message popped up and recited 'There are no entries in your Address Book'. Yeah, it was large, being she had so many friendly relatives and many friends, but how could it be empty? A theory suddenly sparked. If she was in a different dimension, which meant everything was different. Such as, if she went to the website for her hometown, it wouldn't be there, nor would any other town's website, except maybe Satan City and South City.
She sighed and clicked out of the window, closing the laptop. Maybe she should just tell Trunks. Many other people had come from different dimensions and had weirder origins that herself, so why didn't she just say it right out loud? Well, many reasons. One, Vegeta would kick her ass trying to get information and kill her. Two, she wasn't VERY sure on how they would take it. Three, what would she say?
Keeren stood, walking over to the window, and looked out into the night. She could give out everything she knew about them, but stalker was not a name she wanted labeled onto her forehead. She leaned her forehead onto the window frame and began to say different ideas out loud.
"Dimension traveler? Stupid. Wishful lost girl? Lame. Fangirl? REALLY dumb." She started to bang her head softly against the wall after every topic, getting harder each time. "Fairy godmother? Thunk Used. Tooth Fairy? Thunk Yeah, like I want one of his teeth. Easter Bunny? Thunk Too playboy. Santa Claus? Thunk Oh yeah, presents. Great Pumpkin? Thunk Zorro? Thunk Bambi? Thunk Long lost fourth cousin?!" THUNK
Keeren moaned, her head sore with the constant banging of her head upon a wall. It wasn't wood like she was used to when she smashed her face into walls and/or lockers, but a wood/metal mixture. Very hard and painful.
"Hey, you alright in here?"
Keeren spun around, coming eye to eye with Trunks. He standing in the doorway wearing a pair of boxers and a thin white T-shirt. Keeren eyed his firm muscles viciously, trying very hard to stay in the same world, rather than joining her other side in its horny brutal ness.
"Yes, I'm fine."
Trunks crossed his arms and gave her a smug grin.
"I'm not sure I can believe you when you say that, not after what happened at dinner."
"Oh yeah. that."
"Care to explain?"
"Um" Keeren racked her brain for an answer. She was drawing a blank, and that drawing board didn't so much as have a smudge on it.
"Well?"
"Oh, I don't know." Keeren said finally. "I'm just like that."
Trunks frowned. "I think your hiding something."
Keeren froze, she felt the color drain away from her face. Had the same incident happened here like in the Fushigi Yuugi dimension? Was she found out and accused already?
"I-I'm not hiding anything."
"Oh?"
"Y-yeah." Keeren silently growled at herself for her stupid stutter.
"C'mon, tell me. You've heard all about me and my family, a good amount of what I do. Tell me."
"W-what do you do?"
Trunks's brow deepened. "I know you've heard. Legendary warriors? Super powers? Well, that's what they call it. I mean, you've obviously heard of the powerful yet idiotic Super Saiya-man haven't you?"
Keeren sighed, letting her shoulders droop. "Aright, you've found me out. I'll tell you everything." She walked over to the bed and sat down on it, getting ready to spill the beans.