My question stayed unanswered as Trunks looked me once over. The reason therefore unknown. He can't possibly know about my feelings for her or had he already caught wind? Before I could get all of my ducklings in a row, Piccolo beats me to the punch line. "Maybe you should leave, this really isn't the place for a young lady like yourself," he said bluntly. She stood upon a steep slope and declined him straight-forwardly. Answering him with the, now, all too familiar phrase.
Trunks gave a deep and distorted sigh, "I wish that she wouldn't be so arrogant and headstrong." I understand where he's coming from. I won't be able to live with myself either if she were to get hurt. This really isn't a place for somebody like her even if she can hold her own against these vile creatures. These vultures would think of her as a chew toy or perhaps even a tasty little treat which would work gloriously for a midday snack. An image that I don't even want to picture. The way that Trunks looks at her, with so much affection makes my heart sink like an anchor into the soles of my feet.
An eerie looking wolf-like creature with razor sharp claws and teeth approached her. Trunks jumped into the air, to his girl's rescue, but to no avail. Another misfit blocked his way. I made sure that all of these suckers were occupied before taking my chance and making my way over towards the beautiful maiden, who's still surprisingly standing her ground. With a sidekick to the creature's neck, I caught it completely off guard. The thing it made to its feet, popped his head back into place and rushed our way.
With a quick slash of his left claw, he almost separated Melody's arm from the rest of her body. Blood, a ruby red shade, drips in the dirt below her as her arm swings limply like a torn of shingle. Not much is keeping it in place. I quickly made to her side as Majuub took over. "Melody won't you please go home? I know that you'd like to stay, but I fear that this is only the lull before the storm. I'm begging you… I won't be able to live with myself if something's to happen to you," I begged her. My eyes didn't once leave hers.
My hand tightly wrapped around her dilapidated body part. I didn't wait for an answer from her before lifting her up into my arms. "Hold on tight, I'm taking you home," I continued. I won't give her, the privilege to decline. The color had completely drained from her features. "Here catch! Make sure that she eats it when you get home," my dad said as he threw me a small brown bean. His opponent turns its attention towards us but father blocked its way. "Hey you, your fight is with me!" The misfit spat at my dad, I noticed as I made my way back home with her in my arms. Please be safe until I return, I promise that I will be back!