Post by Future Trunks on Nov 5, 2010 19:17:49 GMT -5
Trunks was jogging in capsule city. He watched how the sun came up. How child played on the streets. How an adult beats up a child. And how teenager’s where going to school. What? There was something wrong with the one last. Trunks stopped jogging, just to watch if it wasn’t his imagination.
“Give me your money. And I wont put you in the trash can.”, the low lifer of 45 said. “ Mama!”, the young boy screamed. “ Time, to get your beating. WITH the trashcan, since you didn’t gave me it.”
A auto followed before Trunks. When it didn’t ride before him anymore. Trunks disappeared out of nothing. Standing before the man and the child. “Stop it, its just a child of 2. What do you expect. That he follows your orders like a soldier.”, Trunks said. “You don’t have anything to do with things here. Go home kid, I don’t like giving beat ups to teenagers.”, the man said smiling. “But you do like beating up kids? Low lifer”, Trunks said emotionless. That was line for the man. Nobody said that to a bully. And especially not a boy of seventeen years old. “I will ki-“, not able to finish his words. Because Trunks punched him into chin. Making a slight fast movement. Hitting the man with his other hand against the hips. The man never saw somebody as strong as this. Trunks easily overpowered the man. As he putted the man on the floor. And let his hand slight next to the man’s head. With reflexes he throws his foots in the air. And hits above the head of the main with a focused kick. Giving a sound of piercing. “Say your sorry to the little child.”. Trunks said. “I am very sorry.”, he said like he means it. “And now give him all the money you stole him. And not only today.”, Trunks said afterwards. “All the money?! Are you crazy! That would be hundreds of dollars.”, He screamed. “It will help mother to feed child better. Please, give now.”, Trunks sort of asked again. “No!”, the man ran away. Trunks putted his hand on the little child’s shoulder. “I will be back in a minute.”.
Trunks followed the man with a harder walking speed. He easily tracked down the man. But did not bother him again. He simply pick-pocked the man. And take out all the money. Only to put it back and walk to the child. “Here you go.”, He said. Giving all of the money to the child. “Give it to your mother. And tell all what happened.”, Trunks said. While looking at the clock. Knowing that his training would start now. “Goodbye, little child”, Trunks said before disappearing.
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Trunks woke up. He sometimes got dreams of his teenager life. But now he was 23, and was there nothing to worry about. Nothing to worry about, but a man in strange clothing. Having a spear with him. “Atlantas! Wa Ara ATLANTAS!”, the man screamed. Trunks looked at the bed he was lying in. And the time machine reduced to the time where people thought atlantis was. “That explains everything.”, Trunks said. He walked up to the man. If he got it right he says everything like an o or u. Like an a. “Sar, Halla whara am a?”, Trunks asked. “Yaar An ATLANTAS, Wanna hava sama fash. Frash af tha saa”, the antlantician said. “Yas sar, I wall ba gaing my way back haase “, trunks said. Before he runs to the time machine. And put it back to his time.
Trunks got awake again. He dreamed about atlantic. And dreamed about dreaming to.
Word count: Around 611
“Give me your money. And I wont put you in the trash can.”, the low lifer of 45 said. “ Mama!”, the young boy screamed. “ Time, to get your beating. WITH the trashcan, since you didn’t gave me it.”
A auto followed before Trunks. When it didn’t ride before him anymore. Trunks disappeared out of nothing. Standing before the man and the child. “Stop it, its just a child of 2. What do you expect. That he follows your orders like a soldier.”, Trunks said. “You don’t have anything to do with things here. Go home kid, I don’t like giving beat ups to teenagers.”, the man said smiling. “But you do like beating up kids? Low lifer”, Trunks said emotionless. That was line for the man. Nobody said that to a bully. And especially not a boy of seventeen years old. “I will ki-“, not able to finish his words. Because Trunks punched him into chin. Making a slight fast movement. Hitting the man with his other hand against the hips. The man never saw somebody as strong as this. Trunks easily overpowered the man. As he putted the man on the floor. And let his hand slight next to the man’s head. With reflexes he throws his foots in the air. And hits above the head of the main with a focused kick. Giving a sound of piercing. “Say your sorry to the little child.”. Trunks said. “I am very sorry.”, he said like he means it. “And now give him all the money you stole him. And not only today.”, Trunks said afterwards. “All the money?! Are you crazy! That would be hundreds of dollars.”, He screamed. “It will help mother to feed child better. Please, give now.”, Trunks sort of asked again. “No!”, the man ran away. Trunks putted his hand on the little child’s shoulder. “I will be back in a minute.”.
Trunks followed the man with a harder walking speed. He easily tracked down the man. But did not bother him again. He simply pick-pocked the man. And take out all the money. Only to put it back and walk to the child. “Here you go.”, He said. Giving all of the money to the child. “Give it to your mother. And tell all what happened.”, Trunks said. While looking at the clock. Knowing that his training would start now. “Goodbye, little child”, Trunks said before disappearing.
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Trunks woke up. He sometimes got dreams of his teenager life. But now he was 23, and was there nothing to worry about. Nothing to worry about, but a man in strange clothing. Having a spear with him. “Atlantas! Wa Ara ATLANTAS!”, the man screamed. Trunks looked at the bed he was lying in. And the time machine reduced to the time where people thought atlantis was. “That explains everything.”, Trunks said. He walked up to the man. If he got it right he says everything like an o or u. Like an a. “Sar, Halla whara am a?”, Trunks asked. “Yaar An ATLANTAS, Wanna hava sama fash. Frash af tha saa”, the antlantician said. “Yas sar, I wall ba gaing my way back haase “, trunks said. Before he runs to the time machine. And put it back to his time.
Trunks got awake again. He dreamed about atlantic. And dreamed about dreaming to.
Word count: Around 611