A new world of pain
The icy cold sand seemed to produce endless amount of dust. Every time the slightest breeze blew across the desert floor it picked up large amounts of the earth turning it into an invading parasite infecting the inside of your boots, gloves, all clothing really not to mention your body cavity's choking up the throat and nose; Hearing was impossible, even with the newest Capsule Corp. products for cleaning, blockage would take full force within seconds. Mirai Trunks walked on in utter despair. It had been two weeks now and nothing had changed. A nasty suspicion was growing in him that he had seen that same sand dune only hours before.
"If only I could fly" he mused aloud "or had even half of my old strength, I could make it to that temple in no time" he stopped for a second stunned staring forward in disbelief. There was a shape standing out from the desert floor ahead. Trunks ripped back the hood of his weathered gray cloak revealing his dirty barely discernibly lavender hair. He waited as another gust of sand blacked out his sight, as it cleared he looked still disbelievingly at the only sign of life he had seen since his father two weeks before, that is, if his father could be described as life and not animated granite. With a burst of energy he didn't know he had Trunk's feet left the ground hovering forward at a speed impossible for the human eye to follow.
Trunks soon found that his verbal slip had spoke true and the large dome ahead definitely looked religious. Pitch black the walls gleamed as if recently polished, each little scribble of foreign writing and symbols burned into his eyes like they were on fire. He was within a hundred feet of it before the feeling hit him, stay back screamed a voice from deep inside. It was too late as he hit the area, he had failed t notice that not a single breeze had touched, the beauty of the temple reached out. The blackness seemed to swirl invading blocking his sight from anything else. As the darkness invaded his mind pain began to clutch his body forcing his nerves and muscles to spasm out of control. Trunks didn't feel the ground as he hit only a slight increase in disorientation signaled his fall. With a last cry of pain he let the darkness take him into sweet release and hurt no more.
*
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN CALM DOWN" screamed Bulma at the receiver as she stormed around her office in circles "AS IF YOU HAVE ANY ROOM TO TALK, WHEN HAVE YOU EVER STAYED CALM"!? She sat there tense listening to the person on the other line for what seemed like hours but could have been no more then a few minutes. "yeah your right" she finally replied letting her whole body visibly relax "I'm just so worried, something went wrong I just cant think of anything but a disaster that would keep them away for two extra weeks with no contact". She paused once more taking deep breaths and letting the tears run freely down her cheeks. "Its just that Trunks has never broken a promise to me, I no if there were any possible way he would have contacted me and Vegeta has been taking so much pride in how fast they can complete these little journeys", more deep breaths, "ok I understand Goku's doing his best to find them and we do both have a life so I'll let you go and I'll make sure and send Goten home at dinner time". Bulma didn't seem to register it as the phone slipped from her hand and crashed to the floor. She had never been so scared in her life. There isn't a time when they were in danger that I didn't at least know about it.
The icy cold sand seemed to produce endless amount of dust. Every time the slightest breeze blew across the desert floor it picked up large amounts of the earth turning it into an invading parasite infecting the inside of your boots, gloves, all clothing really not to mention your body cavity's choking up the throat and nose; Hearing was impossible, even with the newest Capsule Corp. products for cleaning, blockage would take full force within seconds. Mirai Trunks walked on in utter despair. It had been two weeks now and nothing had changed. A nasty suspicion was growing in him that he had seen that same sand dune only hours before.
"If only I could fly" he mused aloud "or had even half of my old strength, I could make it to that temple in no time" he stopped for a second stunned staring forward in disbelief. There was a shape standing out from the desert floor ahead. Trunks ripped back the hood of his weathered gray cloak revealing his dirty barely discernibly lavender hair. He waited as another gust of sand blacked out his sight, as it cleared he looked still disbelievingly at the only sign of life he had seen since his father two weeks before, that is, if his father could be described as life and not animated granite. With a burst of energy he didn't know he had Trunk's feet left the ground hovering forward at a speed impossible for the human eye to follow.
Trunks soon found that his verbal slip had spoke true and the large dome ahead definitely looked religious. Pitch black the walls gleamed as if recently polished, each little scribble of foreign writing and symbols burned into his eyes like they were on fire. He was within a hundred feet of it before the feeling hit him, stay back screamed a voice from deep inside. It was too late as he hit the area, he had failed t notice that not a single breeze had touched, the beauty of the temple reached out. The blackness seemed to swirl invading blocking his sight from anything else. As the darkness invaded his mind pain began to clutch his body forcing his nerves and muscles to spasm out of control. Trunks didn't feel the ground as he hit only a slight increase in disorientation signaled his fall. With a last cry of pain he let the darkness take him into sweet release and hurt no more.
*
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN CALM DOWN" screamed Bulma at the receiver as she stormed around her office in circles "AS IF YOU HAVE ANY ROOM TO TALK, WHEN HAVE YOU EVER STAYED CALM"!? She sat there tense listening to the person on the other line for what seemed like hours but could have been no more then a few minutes. "yeah your right" she finally replied letting her whole body visibly relax "I'm just so worried, something went wrong I just cant think of anything but a disaster that would keep them away for two extra weeks with no contact". She paused once more taking deep breaths and letting the tears run freely down her cheeks. "Its just that Trunks has never broken a promise to me, I no if there were any possible way he would have contacted me and Vegeta has been taking so much pride in how fast they can complete these little journeys", more deep breaths, "ok I understand Goku's doing his best to find them and we do both have a life so I'll let you go and I'll make sure and send Goten home at dinner time". Bulma didn't seem to register it as the phone slipped from her hand and crashed to the floor. She had never been so scared in her life. There isn't a time when they were in danger that I didn't at least know about it.