Koneka's Excellent Vacation

koneka5 Koneka begins Day 3 of her vigil with Vejita and Trunks. But things are about to change... Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, but sure wish I did! _____________ DAY 3 It was time to break out the oils. The day was partly cloudy and a little cooler than yesterday. Trunks had come through with another great meal and my cup of hot strong coffee was sitting next to me. A big old umbrella shaded me and my canvas. Much as I loved looking at the real thing, I had all the sketches I needed to begin. As I began setting up my sketches and canvas, Trunks ambled over and peered over my shoulder. I heard him gasp and I couldn’t help giggling. “Don’t ask,” I said. “You wouldn’t believe me.” He dropped Indian-style to the ground and leaned his elbows on his knees. “I do believe it,” he muttered, looking at his father standing stock still on the ledge. “I felt his energy, but I was too tired to see what was going on.” “You can feel energy?” But then, there was no mistaking the energy I felt last night — some of it was mine! “Tell me about this energy.” Then Trunks told me about the super Saiyan. Only three were able to achieve this ultimate status at this time, and he wasn’t even supposed to be here. I definitely wanted to meet this Goku! I worked for a long time, beginning with a thin wash that dried quickly in the heat and then sketching in my subject and background. I painted for a long time, using both my sketches and the landscape before me. I would have to wait for this to dry before I could continue, so I pulled out the tabs on the easel and carefully draped a cloth over my masterpiece. After cleaning my brushes and stowing the rest of my oils away, I looked at the real masterpiece. He was magnificent standing there looking like the prince he was. A warm breeze blew his thick spikes around. That hair was amazing. Sighing, I lay back in the grass and remembered my dreams — they had felt so real! My whole body felt like it had been real. I shivered dreaming of caresses and kisses. I muave ave started to drift because the shrill whistle that pierced my ears startled me. “He’s been standing in that same place for three days, Goku,” I heard Trunks say. I sat up and saw him for the first time. Oh, if I had only been born a Saiyan woman! This one was big — at least bigger than Vejita — and every bit as gorgeous as all the other men I had met! “He won’t let me near him. It’s pretty obvious, he doesn’t want to train with me.” Trunks looked over at me and half-smiled. “He’s given Koneka more time than he’s given me.” There was no jealousy in his voice, just sadness and disappointment. “Oh, hey, hi, there!” Goku said, and he and the little kid with him walked over to me. “Master Roshi told me about you! Good thing Vejita was there to rescue you!” He extended his hand, and I grabbed it for a handshake. Now, I’ve always prided myself on my firm hande, be, but this was a bone-crusher. I guess the look on my face said it all. “Oops, sorry!” he said, and let go very suddenly. Then, he was all business again, turning back to Trunks. “We’re in trouble, aren’t we? In my dreams I heard the people screaming. I’ll talk to Vejita, Trunks. I know a place where we can get a year’s training in a day.” In a flash, he disappeared and reappeared behind Vejita. “You can shut your mouth now,” Trunks said quietly with a hint of laughter, then he introduced me to Gohan, a cute kid who obviously adored his dad. I could hear Vejita talking to Goku, that sarcastic tone very evident. Remembering what Trunks had told me about their history, I was a little nervous, but moments later, Goku and Vejita joined us. “Everyone touch each other,” Goku said, taking Gohan’s hand. “Say what?” I said, and had visions of touching a certain someone. “You better grab any stuff you want to go with you,” Goku said with a wink. Trunks grabbed my backpack and put one hand on my shoulder and one hand on my easel. I felt the grip of a strong hand on my other shoulder. When I turned my head, I stared into the smirking face of Vejita. “Where are we go....aaaaAAHHEEEEEEEE...” Shades of Star Trek! Scotty, beam me up! “...iiiiiiiEEEEEEE!” I fell to the ground in a heap amidst the roaring laughter of Goku, Gohan and Trunks. Even Vejita was chuckl We We had reappeared on the base of some surreal temple in the sky, where a little green guy and a little black man were coming to greet us. “This is just getting weirder and weirder!” I whined. “What was that?” Gohan squatted beside me. “Instant traaaaansmission!” he said, laughing, and then introduced me to Mr. Popo and Dende, the guardian of the Earth. “Earth has a guardian,” I said. When I stood up, I noted that I was taller than both of my new acquaintances. And here I was going for the record as shortest person in the universe. Dang. “And he’s green.” “I’m a Namek,” the little guy said proudly. “Ah.” That cleared things up. “Dende, dad said there’s a room where we can get a year’s training in a day,” Gohan said. “That’s right, Gohan,” Mr. Popo said. “The room of spirit and time. A year will pass inside but only a day will pass here. However, only two can go in at a time.” This was interesting. “So who’s going?” “Gohan and I will go together,” Goku said. “So that means Trunks and Vejita will have to go in.” “I must go first,” Vejita said with a scowl. “Sure, Vejita. This is a great chance for some father-son bonding,” Goku said, and I detected a glint of amusement in his eye. I liked this guy! I hoisted my backpack onto my back and drew Trunks aside. “You said you can you do what Vejita did? Go gold?” “Super Saiyan? Yes.” “Can you dry my painting?” “Uh...sure.” I flipped up the cloth. Trunks held his palm out and I watched with fascination as he sent out a controlled glow of energy. I touched my painting and grinned. “Thanks.” Then, I folded it down and flipped up the handle. As the group headed up some stairsfollfollowed close behind with my stuff. Mr. Popo opened the door — an eerie glow was coming from inside. I shivered. Vejita started in and Trunks was right behind him. Goku was saying, “Take care of Vejita, okay, Trunks?” but I stopped the young man with a touch on his arm. As he turned to see what I wanted, I grabbed his long hair and pulled. “Ow!” he yelled, twisting around. While he was off-balance, I gave him a shove.”I’m sorry, Trunks!” I cried, and ran into toom oom and slammed the door. Vejita was laughing his ass off. I was alone with him for a whole year! ...continued...