Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ YO! ❯ Proceed with caution when picking up Hitch-hikers. ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

YO!


By Elkian


c1: Proceed with caution when picking up hitch-hikers.



A girl stood on the side of the road, hitchhiker thumb out.
Goten wouldn't have stopped the car, but Trunks was driving.
Goten wouldn't have stopped because the girl had wings.
She leaned over, grinning, as the pulled up. "Can I bum a ride?"
Trunks grinned right back. "Sure thing. Just hop in the back."
She gave him a smile like a peeled banana. "Thanks! Thought I'd be out here forever an' a day, what with..." she indicated her back, a precarious move at best when halfway into a capsule car.
"So those are real?" Trunks asked, hitting the gas. Goten scowled. "Dude, don't make nice. Just drop her off at the next town."
Trunks gave Goten a disbelieving stare. "Am I hearing right? The infamous Dater Goten doesn't want to 'pick up' a chick?"
Goten scowled again. "She's probably a homicidal alien bent on our destruction. You know," he leaned closer to Trunks and whispered, ", we could just, I don't know, drop her off a cliff or the ocean or..."
"She has wings and we're miles from the ocean." Meanwhile, in the back, the girl was half listening in. "Alien? Naw, born 'n' raised here on Earth. I got a coupla people who could testify to it, if ya don't trus' me all tha' much..."
"If you're human, why the wings?" asked Goten, genuinely interested. At the same time, Trunks said, "So why get a ride if you can fly? How'd you end up out here, anyway?"
"I have wings cuz mah mam wuzza moth dem'n. Dah wuz human. An' I never sed I wuzza human, tha' wuz yur assumption. Uh, I mean, no offense. Jus' pointin' it out." She stopped leaning forward and relaxed, resting her hands on the seat and her head on her hands.
"An' I can't fly. I c'n glide on air currents, which makes tuhday a crappy glidin' day." She indicated the sky now. "Whut with th' overcast an' stillness, so no thermals from the sun, ev'n on this nice deser' eart', all hard-packed 'n' reflecti'e. No win's on which tuh glide, so that option izzout." She twitched her soft, smallish gray wing under her. "I got marooned out he'e cuzza th' storm last week - I wuz glidin' out innit, an' wuzzn't able tuh control where I wuz tuh go. I foun' a ghost town last week, thataway," she jerked her thumb back, "an' got some essentials, but without a ride, I wuzza doomed gal til you guys came up." She gave that open, honest smile again. "I'm truly grateful for the ride. An' anyway, roadtrips are fun."
Both the boys were looking at her. After a moment, Trunks said, "So, can you control the accent, or...?" She looked blank for a moment, then grinned sheepishly. "Ah, s'rry. I talk like muh dah, he bein' such a big influence 'n' all. I sometimes dun talk like him at all, but other times just can't stop..." She still looked sheepish. "Tha's abou' all I can say abou' it. Dun know much more."
Goten looked pensieve. "Y'know, I remember Dad once mentioning a guy who talks like...no, too much of a coincidence. But still...." He stared at her for a second. "Is your dad...? What's your father's name?" "I's....i's Yajirobe...izzat a big deal or summat?"