Cold as Ice

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ

Teyo: Well, my muses have insisted on getting their word in on this, too. Put up with them, please, or they'll bug ME more.

Shimbo: We both worked together on this one. But I did a lot of it in the beginning.

Shinichi: I do more later. I'll make sure it's all happy and hunky-dory.

Shimbo: Hunky-dory? You're such a dork!

Teyo: Okay, you can read. I'll try and break them up. Enjoy!

PROLOGUE

In the top floor of a huge skyscraper, center of the richest company of the world, one man sat looking out the window at a view he had seen for many years. The cityscape didn't impress the lavender-haired CEO. He had been able to fly higher than the tallest buildings for most of his life. But the view gave him an excuse to stare out the window aimlessly, and he seemed to be using that excuse more and more often.

Something had been nagging at the back of his mind for some time now, but until today he hadn't been able to pinpoint what it might be. It was like he had suddenly realized he had an itch, but had already been scratching it for a while. There was an old, familiar presence looming nearer- one that he hadn't felt for nearly twelve years.

Trunks knew that she was almost here. In fact, she would arrive within the hour. He had phoned his mother, telling her to be prepared, and to open up and air out the bedroom that had been closed off so many years before. His whole family was a little nervous. They had no idea what to expect after so long an absence, but if she so chose, their visitor was welcome in the Briefs home again.

As he stared out the window, Trunks was rewarded with what he had hoped to see. A streak of light flashed across the sky towards his home, and he could feel that long-absent presence going along with it. "Welcome back, Aki," he murmured with a smile.