Chapter One: What a Miracle
'Where am I? What's going on.?'
Her first sight when she opened her eyes was lavender hair, blue eyes and tanned skin.
"Hey.! Wake up!"
She struggled to sit up and rubbed her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' up," she muttered groggily.
Sighing, she looked up at who was standing over her and thought her heart skipped a beat. The face she looked into was young, yet hardened and mature. The clear blue eyes were gentle and sympathetic, but she could feel them burning into her, suspicion lurking in the deep pools that she felt she could drown in. They studied her calmly as she gaped open-mouthed at the stranger before her.
He smiled and she could feel herself melt. "I'm glad to see you're awake. Um, are you hungry? My mother and I were just about to have lunch," he said softly.
She looked up at the boy uneasily but shakily got to her feet. Cringing, she rubbed her sore tail, which she had been laying on top of for God knows how long. The boy's eyes narrowed when he saw it, but he didn't say anything. He just turned to walk out the door.
It was then that the girl noticed the clothes she had on. A pale violet nightdress with "Buruma" in green letters written across the front. "What on Planet Vegeta am I wearing? Where's my armour?"
The young girl tried to run out the door but tripped and tumbled into a pair of legs. Strong hands clasped her arms and helped her up. "Your armour is in your bedroom. You were injured badly so you shouldn't run like that. Oh, and by the way, my name is Trunks."
Nodding, she looked at him sheepishly. She felt like such a child. "My name is Jun, nice to meet you."
They shook hands and then he led her into the dining room where a woman with long, bluish-green hair was setting the table. Trunks greeted her and sat down. Feeling like an outsider, she stood in the doorway, not sure what to do. The woman turned to her and smiled. "Hello. How are you feeling, dear?"
Jun looked at her nervously and shrugged. "I'm fine, thank you," she murmured. 'I wish! 'Fine' is definitely not how I feel at all,' she thought. Her entire body ached and her head was spinning but her pride wouldn't let her admit it. The turqoise-haired woman nodded. "Well, my name is Bulma Briefs. What's yours?" she asked.
"My name is Jun," replied Jun.
Bulma looked slightly puzzled and Jun saw her eyes flick to her tail for a second. The older woman wet her lips thoughtfully and asked, "You don't have a last name?"
Jun shook her head. Bulma shrugged and smiled. "Well, that's not important. Why don't you grab a seat? I'll be right back."
Slowly, Jun shuffled to the seat across from Trunks and sat down. She leaned forward and stared at him. Obviously, he didn't feel too comfortable with that. Smiling, she asked, "You're part saiyan, aren't you?"
He frowned suspiciously and asked in reply, "Who are you exactly.?" She grinned, seeing him tense up like that. "I can sense your strength, your power. You definitely have saiyan blood in you; I knew that from the start. Only until I saw your mother did I realize why you had that hair and eye colour. You're a halfling."
He scowled and opened his mouth to say something, but Jun interrupted. "There's nothing wrong with that. I, too, am a halfling. My father was a saiyan, and my mother."
The half-saiyan trailed off and looked away, thinking. 'I can't tell another saiyan what race my mother was. Her race and father's race had always been enemies, but they somehow fell in love.' And it was because of this odd union that she had the physical characteristics of the saiyan race but her personality.well, that's another story.
Thankfully, Bulma came back with their lunch. Needless to say, Jun found their food very curious looking. Trunks and Bulma dug right in while she poked at it. However, she didn't want to seem impolite so she nibbled at it. It was pretty good.
After lunch, she helped Bulma with the dishes and later wandered off to look for Trunks. His mother said that he'd give her a tour of the house. She found him in a training room of some sort, and stood in the doorway, watching him.
'Okay, remember Jun.no drooling!' she thought.
Trunks soon noticed the girl gawking at him, and he wiped the sweat off his face with a towel to conceal his red cheeks. The purple-eyed beauty smirked and stepped inside. To her surprise, it felt like she was being smashed into the floor. Trunks laughed at her reaction and as she struggled to step out. She sat down outside, panting heavily, as he pushed a few buttons on a control panel and left the room.
"This is a gravity room. Mom had only recently finished building it and I wanted to test it," he said, holding out a hand. She grabbed it and he pulled her up. "Now for the tour." He started walking away.
The raven-haired teen hesitated for a moment before asking him shyly, "Your mother wouldn't happen to have any other clothes I can wear, would she? I feel awkward in this nightdress." The lavender-haired halfling blushed and smiled. "Yeah, they're in your bedroom. I guess you were in too much of a hurry to have lunch to notice, huh?"
She didn't say anything but turned to head back to her room. She stopped when she realized she forgot where it was, and let Trunks lead the way. Once there, Jun couldn't help teasing him before she closed the door. "Now be a good boy and don't peek!" she said jokingly. He tensed up and shook his head furiously. "I would never -" "I don't think I'd really mind if you did, though."
Hearing him gag, she decided to leave him alone, for now. She shut the door and giggled. He was so fun to tease! Walking over to the bed, she slipped the nightgown over her head and folded it neatly. 'Hmm, a mirror.' she thought, walking over to the dresser. She looked at all the cuts on her body from the last battle she was in. She had a nice, slender body. It was well toned and not too muscular. It had been a while since the female warrior had seen her own reflection. Dark violet eyes stared back at her, eyes that suddenly seem haunted and hollow.
She walked away and looked through the clothes Bulma left out. She put on a dark green halter-top and a pair of black jean shorts. Next, she brushed her long black hair. It was a bit of a challenge at first. The silky locks were waist-length and extremely tangled, even if it didn't look it. When she finally left the room, she saw Trunks at the other end of the corridor with his back to her. He was overreacting in her opinion.
He led her through his home, and soon Jun had it all mapped out in her head. In half an hour they were both sitting on top of the Capsule Corporation building (also his house).
"So, what happened? It looks like there was some kind of major war here," she murmured. Trunks hesitated before saying, "Well, several years ago two androids wiped out half of the people on this planet. They destroyed and so were destroyed themselves just several months ago. My mom and I are lucky we both survived."
"A real miracle, isn't it?" The young saiyan looked at him for a moment and decided she had best change the subject. She tried to smile and asked, "Well, how old are you? I'm sixteen!" He glanced at her and then looked away, sighing heavily. She felt her heart sinking. "I'm eighteen," he said softly.
"Oh, and do you have a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Have you ever had one?"
"No."
"Are you going to say 'no' to every question I ask?"
"No."
"Would you mind having me for a girlfriend?"
"No. I mean, uh."
She laughed and hugged him. "You need to relax and realize that sometimes, people like to joke around, you know." He was blushing again and he just looked so adorable like that. She knew that if he really came on to her, she wouldn't know what to do. It was just how shy and modest he was that made him so cute. Suddenly, he looked at her strangely; it was as if he read her mind. She sure hoped not.
"Actually, I really wouldn't mind having you for a girlfriend," he said softly and leaned over. Jun's eyes widened and she thought she was going to faint.
'God, I think he did read my mind.' she thought.
Suddenly, She felt herself slipping. She let out a startled cry and tried to power up. She began to float only a few seconds before she was about to hit the ground. Trunks jumped down and asked if she was all right. Jun couldn't answer; she just floated there with a look of shock on her face. Trunks laughed.
'Where am I? What's going on.?'
Her first sight when she opened her eyes was lavender hair, blue eyes and tanned skin.
"Hey.! Wake up!"
She struggled to sit up and rubbed her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' up," she muttered groggily.
Sighing, she looked up at who was standing over her and thought her heart skipped a beat. The face she looked into was young, yet hardened and mature. The clear blue eyes were gentle and sympathetic, but she could feel them burning into her, suspicion lurking in the deep pools that she felt she could drown in. They studied her calmly as she gaped open-mouthed at the stranger before her.
He smiled and she could feel herself melt. "I'm glad to see you're awake. Um, are you hungry? My mother and I were just about to have lunch," he said softly.
She looked up at the boy uneasily but shakily got to her feet. Cringing, she rubbed her sore tail, which she had been laying on top of for God knows how long. The boy's eyes narrowed when he saw it, but he didn't say anything. He just turned to walk out the door.
It was then that the girl noticed the clothes she had on. A pale violet nightdress with "Buruma" in green letters written across the front. "What on Planet Vegeta am I wearing? Where's my armour?"
The young girl tried to run out the door but tripped and tumbled into a pair of legs. Strong hands clasped her arms and helped her up. "Your armour is in your bedroom. You were injured badly so you shouldn't run like that. Oh, and by the way, my name is Trunks."
Nodding, she looked at him sheepishly. She felt like such a child. "My name is Jun, nice to meet you."
They shook hands and then he led her into the dining room where a woman with long, bluish-green hair was setting the table. Trunks greeted her and sat down. Feeling like an outsider, she stood in the doorway, not sure what to do. The woman turned to her and smiled. "Hello. How are you feeling, dear?"
Jun looked at her nervously and shrugged. "I'm fine, thank you," she murmured. 'I wish! 'Fine' is definitely not how I feel at all,' she thought. Her entire body ached and her head was spinning but her pride wouldn't let her admit it. The turqoise-haired woman nodded. "Well, my name is Bulma Briefs. What's yours?" she asked.
"My name is Jun," replied Jun.
Bulma looked slightly puzzled and Jun saw her eyes flick to her tail for a second. The older woman wet her lips thoughtfully and asked, "You don't have a last name?"
Jun shook her head. Bulma shrugged and smiled. "Well, that's not important. Why don't you grab a seat? I'll be right back."
Slowly, Jun shuffled to the seat across from Trunks and sat down. She leaned forward and stared at him. Obviously, he didn't feel too comfortable with that. Smiling, she asked, "You're part saiyan, aren't you?"
He frowned suspiciously and asked in reply, "Who are you exactly.?" She grinned, seeing him tense up like that. "I can sense your strength, your power. You definitely have saiyan blood in you; I knew that from the start. Only until I saw your mother did I realize why you had that hair and eye colour. You're a halfling."
He scowled and opened his mouth to say something, but Jun interrupted. "There's nothing wrong with that. I, too, am a halfling. My father was a saiyan, and my mother."
The half-saiyan trailed off and looked away, thinking. 'I can't tell another saiyan what race my mother was. Her race and father's race had always been enemies, but they somehow fell in love.' And it was because of this odd union that she had the physical characteristics of the saiyan race but her personality.well, that's another story.
Thankfully, Bulma came back with their lunch. Needless to say, Jun found their food very curious looking. Trunks and Bulma dug right in while she poked at it. However, she didn't want to seem impolite so she nibbled at it. It was pretty good.
After lunch, she helped Bulma with the dishes and later wandered off to look for Trunks. His mother said that he'd give her a tour of the house. She found him in a training room of some sort, and stood in the doorway, watching him.
'Okay, remember Jun.no drooling!' she thought.
Trunks soon noticed the girl gawking at him, and he wiped the sweat off his face with a towel to conceal his red cheeks. The purple-eyed beauty smirked and stepped inside. To her surprise, it felt like she was being smashed into the floor. Trunks laughed at her reaction and as she struggled to step out. She sat down outside, panting heavily, as he pushed a few buttons on a control panel and left the room.
"This is a gravity room. Mom had only recently finished building it and I wanted to test it," he said, holding out a hand. She grabbed it and he pulled her up. "Now for the tour." He started walking away.
The raven-haired teen hesitated for a moment before asking him shyly, "Your mother wouldn't happen to have any other clothes I can wear, would she? I feel awkward in this nightdress." The lavender-haired halfling blushed and smiled. "Yeah, they're in your bedroom. I guess you were in too much of a hurry to have lunch to notice, huh?"
She didn't say anything but turned to head back to her room. She stopped when she realized she forgot where it was, and let Trunks lead the way. Once there, Jun couldn't help teasing him before she closed the door. "Now be a good boy and don't peek!" she said jokingly. He tensed up and shook his head furiously. "I would never -" "I don't think I'd really mind if you did, though."
Hearing him gag, she decided to leave him alone, for now. She shut the door and giggled. He was so fun to tease! Walking over to the bed, she slipped the nightgown over her head and folded it neatly. 'Hmm, a mirror.' she thought, walking over to the dresser. She looked at all the cuts on her body from the last battle she was in. She had a nice, slender body. It was well toned and not too muscular. It had been a while since the female warrior had seen her own reflection. Dark violet eyes stared back at her, eyes that suddenly seem haunted and hollow.
She walked away and looked through the clothes Bulma left out. She put on a dark green halter-top and a pair of black jean shorts. Next, she brushed her long black hair. It was a bit of a challenge at first. The silky locks were waist-length and extremely tangled, even if it didn't look it. When she finally left the room, she saw Trunks at the other end of the corridor with his back to her. He was overreacting in her opinion.
He led her through his home, and soon Jun had it all mapped out in her head. In half an hour they were both sitting on top of the Capsule Corporation building (also his house).
"So, what happened? It looks like there was some kind of major war here," she murmured. Trunks hesitated before saying, "Well, several years ago two androids wiped out half of the people on this planet. They destroyed and so were destroyed themselves just several months ago. My mom and I are lucky we both survived."
"A real miracle, isn't it?" The young saiyan looked at him for a moment and decided she had best change the subject. She tried to smile and asked, "Well, how old are you? I'm sixteen!" He glanced at her and then looked away, sighing heavily. She felt her heart sinking. "I'm eighteen," he said softly.
"Oh, and do you have a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Have you ever had one?"
"No."
"Are you going to say 'no' to every question I ask?"
"No."
"Would you mind having me for a girlfriend?"
"No. I mean, uh."
She laughed and hugged him. "You need to relax and realize that sometimes, people like to joke around, you know." He was blushing again and he just looked so adorable like that. She knew that if he really came on to her, she wouldn't know what to do. It was just how shy and modest he was that made him so cute. Suddenly, he looked at her strangely; it was as if he read her mind. She sure hoped not.
"Actually, I really wouldn't mind having you for a girlfriend," he said softly and leaned over. Jun's eyes widened and she thought she was going to faint.
'God, I think he did read my mind.' she thought.
Suddenly, She felt herself slipping. She let out a startled cry and tried to power up. She began to float only a few seconds before she was about to hit the ground. Trunks jumped down and asked if she was all right. Jun couldn't answer; she just floated there with a look of shock on her face. Trunks laughed.