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DRAGONBALL X "Never don't let yourself get taken in by romance, Gohan, it's the only thing we've ever fought for, and I really do mean that." -Goku Link, sure, didn’t believe, she wasn’t a saiyan, by now, but, she hadn’t grown a tale, or anything, even here, with her tail kept well at hand, or, butt, she supposed. At butt? That doesn’t even… I don’t wanna say that that way. Sure though, she was thinking, maybe this might be a good chance to figure out how to turn into a super saiyan, again, or something, but Link had always thought she must have come from somewhere else at some point, right? Like, if she was born, like, duh, she already knew things, by the time she was already still very little, about kung fu au lu, sure so set, this life, she just wanted somebody to show up in a place she wanted to find the dragonballz, and sure in this, gone on over in worlds under now and again, this place, she wanted, sure in pain, was good, and wanted more than she could say for anything, really… The saiyans couldn’t have been all that bad, really, but something wasn’t right, about any of this, like, how could she really believe that she had to have black hair already, just to become a super saiyan with blonde hair, or something, and, it kind of really f***ing pissed her off, that, she thought about it like that because, she wasn’t not blonde already, and she was like, well, f***! I could be a super saiyan already and not know about it. She liked to believe nobody else knew why she wanted to learn martial arts form an ancient master but Katana, and Katana had already mastered so many f***ing video games Link didn’t think there was any question as to whether or not she had kung fu enough to skip training school, anyway. She could game against anybody, and instead of just winning, she’d do things like smash all your f***ing defenses, first, like, no way am I not taking everything BUT your king, just for starters, and sure, a metaphor for a not video video game, sure in, but this place was gone and dried out, sure in, and she couldn’t believe what this forest was turning into, while she walked through it, here, presently; “Living life and gone astray, coming back to trails to lead the ways, checking forth and seeing just in what we could sew, here in sadness where the forest cries and forgets your names, this in places gone away for this inside my own ways, this is forest and this broken body couldn’t have bending all around in all her spirits taking over in life, this is forest chapter’d here enough and gone on awry, this place I never did need, sure enough these currents gone away were nothing for tu in lead, sure enough, I could hope my courage was brave, sure enough I want a place I never heard from before, sure enough I never thought that never had in before, sure enough this world I’m loving here is catching the wind, sure enough…” then she heard it, the panflute, in the forest, picking up this rhythm, this song, sure she’d been singing alone to these woods, and there we go and here the song cries still out into the nite, sure is setting all these forests in their canopy right, this was nighttime and the sun above was gone gone away, this is places set in forth this current chapter aways, sure enough these worlds were less than certain I know, this is broken jungle and I can’t believe I’m never alone, sure in sparrows singing wildly at the courage we’ve faced, here the mockingbirds are breaking all our courage away, this is animals united nothing for a good cause, sure enough though how’d you talk to all the girls and the boys, if the forest never burned or cursed itself with a lie, this was panflute playing this in child’s rhythm we find, sure enough, these places gone and gone over away, come to music little girl who said sang she’d wandered astray, come and join me in this murkwood here in which we could play, I can show you how this universe was built from before, sure enough I know the last one wasn’t standing before, all the mistrials bringing home and current back in our times, this was ageless and our surest places coming to rise, over mountains in a wood where here and nobody knows, where to find you or just where the pan music goes, “Who are you?” “Well, you’ve wandered quite far…” “I don’t even know your name, why are you singing to me like that?” she asked the boy upon the wall, sure in this, a stone old temple ruin, here and covered with strange ivy and current status of nothing left in this to pay attention to but this boy, and she wondered at the panflute he held, because, she couldn’t believe she’d heard it so many hourless ages ago, and something told her this was a broken memory, or that something was amiss, elsewhere. Like on this rock was, for instance. It wasn’t the way she’d thought it would be this timing over that one on into the last, and known, this place, that this was gone, sure over, and more, so gain what we are, back again at home, I know, so sure in believing this once over that once, sure in timing set in blackened strange stone, this was currents taking children off away into wood, these were places gone away and brought for back in their mild, these were ages gone and broken back and sure in our time, so insuring that this place was gone away for this or wasn’t that wrong, this was broken and the whole place changed and fit in a shoe, this was confusing for this moment she knew not what to do. “You’re a girl, then?” “Not unlikely, no.” “Sure then, you’re a boy,” like he’d believed her, when she said no, just there. “I’m not certain what you are, either, girl,” “Oh, I’m not a girl, I’m a boy. Are you?” “I’m Link.” “Sure though, that’s strange to hear. You wouldn’t happen to be the link between girls and boys, would you? That might explain everything so far, that you’ve said already, I mean.” “You’re less than ideal for romantic exchanges, I think.” She witnessed him at ease, still, but different, here, to look upon her, for a second. “I don’t know anything about romance novellas, but,-” “What’s a novella?” “I told you less than before, did I? Okay, well, it’s like, a, you know, a sort of idea. I’m no good at giving people their own ideas back to them, again, you know?” “Sure so, if you were romantic, wouldn’t that be novel?” “I don’t even think know meaning more that was once again. What?” “I don’t know, you’re the one talking about science fiction.” “I don’t, sure, what?” “How many words do you know, anyway?” “Several, more than likely. Are you a little girl, lost in the murkwood?” “I couldn’t have gotten too lost, since I don’t not know how to keep walking sure on, and especially since I don’t plan on returning to the place I lived in here, back beyond the greenforest edges.” “There’s green woods, still?” “Sure not super far, but, that’s not really, true, I guess. I don’t know how long I was walking for,” she was looking back at the murkwood, wondering at the distance. “You’re a strange one. I’ve never seen a girl with a yellow tail, before…” “My tails not yellow, it’s brown, wierdo.” “Yeah I know, I told you I’d never seen one, before. I’ve already seen you.” “Who are you, anyway? I asked for your name, sure, anyway, but you’re not bereft of mine, anyway.” “Deprived, do you mean?” “I said what I meant.” “I was asking for a synonym. I don’t know what bereft means.” “Oh, sorry, sure, yes then, answer as you want, I guess.” He looked so different, all of the sudden. “I like your hair, Link, but where did you come from, anyway?” “Home away from home, sure in aspects of it. I don’t remember, or won’t say, probably not both or anything, even if one includes the other.” “A liar then.” “Sure enough, what ever do you mean, boy on the wall?” “I don’t know what you think walls are for, when there’s only seven of them in the whole universe, you know?” “Seven walls…” she realized, he’d meant to lead her in and throw her off again. But she witnessed, and said, “what do you know about the 7 dragonballz?” “I crush myself under courage in parts gone overboard. Nothing, I think. Why, did you want one?” He help up a red ball, the size of a large apple, held comfortably in his hand, and, whoa, this, this, this, this, this, this this once, sure this’n once, sure once, sure once, sure once, sure once, sure once sure once sure once sure once sure this’n once, sure once sure once this’n once sure once this’n once, this’n once, this life, once, this once, this once, this once, this once, this once this once this once…. “Do you want to know my favorite color, by now?” she asked him, like she was being nefarious or something, staring at, smelling, and tasting, and feeling and charging this red orb the boy held, which glowed like magic, but looked not glowing, too, and just, swirling around on the inside, sure I this, beautiful reds, swirling around, altogether, and this, then, a black star, among the red, and she didn’t know what it looked like, exactly, but she saw the spots, like, she’d only had to stare at it for a while, to notice them, these star shapes, among the red. There were, seven, altogether, and she marveled at what this was turning into. “I don’t know it, I’m sure,” he finally replied, but Link thought all the moments were too jumbled together for her to believe in a timeline, any longer. This was a space of hours and eons, more and more, as she stared into it, this, the seven star dragonball, and she couldn’t believe it, because, this was the dragonball z, the one you could use to find ALL the others, if you were fast enough, that is. “It’s red, by now,” she said to him, and asked his name again. “I don’t remember, sorry. I haven’t had any friends who weren’t animals for a while, and I don’t even have any animal friends, way out here, you know?” She knew that wasn’t true, but this, this was gone on over in for. This place. “Are you something else, then?” “Something else, then?” “Sure, something else. What are you?” “A boy, mostly.” “What kind of a boy, then?” “A good kind of boy. A real good kind of boy. A pretty naughty one, too.” “How can you be pretty good and be pretty annoying at the same time?” “Oh, sure, I’m not in trouble with you by now, or anything, am I?” “No, sure. You don’t have a name, though?” “Not sure if that really matters, to me. But if you want to come up with something for me, that’d be kinda cool, I think.” “Kind and cool?” “Sure why not, freak.” “Well I’m not going to call you ’freak’ that would be rude, boy.” “Sure though, that’s not the end of the story, I’m pretty sure, by now. Did you want something for me?” “Come again?” “I don’t really know. I was just hoping you never had to leave the forest, if you didn’t want, you know?” “I don’t know what you mean. I’ve already left the forest, so far as I can tell. Here’s a crips open clearing with grass and hills and sun, what in?” “Oh, that’s only because this place is my home, sure in murkwood, but I haven’t been able to light a fire good enough to burn the forest down, or anything.” “You live on a wall? Or, in a tree?” “Sure no, I cut away back all the trees I could, so, none, really, but this place got real different by the time you showed up, you know.” “I don’t know what that means, but it all sounds very enchanting.” “How old are you?” “You have something to know me by, innit?” “I’m not really sure. Do you just wanna be friends, by now? I’m not sure how to seguey into that, by now, you know?” She smiled, like, you’re so much sweeter than I could have imagined. “Yes, of course I’d want to be friends with you, Pan.” “Sure what? Oh, I hope you meant me, and not my pan flute.” “This isn’t your own color, is it?” “You’re not sequeiying into that mess again. I’ll beat it out of you.” “I’d like to see you try.” “I’ll bet you would, too.” She looked like, what? And he was like, sure, whatever, I can come down from this wall, and, here, he has a red tail, like his red hair. “You’re a saiyan?” “A what?” “You have a tail, you must be saiyan. You don’t not look like one, you know.” “I don’t know why you think anybody should live in the forest without growing a tail for themsevles, that’d be insane.” “Sure would, I’m thinking, but humans can’t really do that, you know?” “I’m sure they could. What in heavens for do you think human means?” “Saiyans are aliens, you know, like you and me.” “Alien doesn’t sound so bad, when you’re getting some place new, but sure, I’m an alien in the murkwood, too. Know what though?” “Sure not, what for?” He kissed her, like, Oh, dare to cheek? “Oh, how sweet,” she mocked him. “Sure not, I don’t get to sure enough gone again, all by my loathsome.” “You’re not making any sense.” “Neither are you, you keep telling me you don’t want to be friends, by now. Hurry up and ask something intelligent.” “Do you want to gather the seven dragonballz with me and wish Goku back to life?” He kissed her, then, sure on the lips, stepped back, sure, tossed the dragonball up in the air, caught it, and dashed off into the woods, and Link tore off after him, laughing like, like, Hell, Hell, Yes! ,,,, hi, I'm Honiker, who are You? Edited by Kalel, Feb 28 2018, 09:45 AM.
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