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AN: This is in Sara's point of view unless otherwise noted. Now on to the story! PS: I know this has been done to death, but I couldn't resist : ). Don't hurt me!
Chapter One: Trunks + Water = Whoa Mama!
I sighed as I unlocked the door to my apartment and shut the door behind me tiredly. It had been a long night at work and I was grateful to have a few days off to rest. -Maybe . . . maybe by the time I go back, I can face everyone again.- I sighed. Tears blinded me as I recalled the events of the night.
I was standing at the Book desk, bored out of my skull. Lucky me (sarcasm sarcasm) I had emptied both carts and straightened the entire department. I groaned. Why oh why had I gotten so good at this? There wasn't a single customer who needed my help and there was nothing for me to do.
Just as I was about to make a very dangerous wish of something exciting to happen, a voice from a few aisles over caught my attention.
"Hey, you remember that girl Sara Oliver? The one who had the huge crush on you back in high school?"
"Yeah, what about her?"
"Rumor has it, she works here now. Why don't you search her out, maybe you can have a good time."
My breath caught in my throat as tears filled my eyes. This bakayaro thought I was a slut!
"Hey bro, that wasn't nice. She's not like that and you know it."
"Yeah I know. But seriously, didn't you have a crush on her once upon a time?"
I could just see him shaking his head. "She's nice enough, but I'm just not into her like that."
True, he was nice when he said it, but . . . I don't know why, but it felt like my heart was ripped in two. It was stupid, considering that I hadn't even seen him in three years.
-Oh god, I wish I didn't always fall for guys I can never have. I wish I could go to a place who doesn't know me, or my past. I wish I could go to a place where I can be whomever I want to be. I wish I could go to a place where I have a clean slate, where all my mistakes are erased, where I can start over. I wish men existed like Goku and Trunks-honorable, strong, and heroic. I wish . . . I wish I had someone to love, and to love me in return.-
I sighed and tried to get to sleep. It was foolish to make wishes that can never come true.
* * *
The sizzle of electricity against my skin and the boom of thunder brought me out of my slumber and I jerked awake with the sudden sensation of falling through the air. The fierce wind whipped my hair and nightshirt and I glanced down to find that I was plummeting downward at a dizzying speed.
My eyes widened, then slammed shut in terror, a scream torn from my throat. My fingers flailed for something, anything to stop my descent and I knew right then and there that I was going to die.
Then I felt my breath slam out of me as I was yanked back against what felt like a brick wall by two strong hands on my waist. My eyes shot open and my hands fluttered down to clutch my savior's hands, reassuring myself that I wasn't hallucinating-that I was really still alive.
"It's all right." A deep voice assured me softly, letting go with one hand so he could wrap a comforting arm around my waist. "You're safe now. I'm not going to drop you, I promise."
I nodded slowly, a shiver running down my spine having more to do with his proximity than the cold rain.
"I'm going to take you somewhere safe and dry. But I need to move you get a better grip."
His quiet, gentle voice calmed me down almost immediately and I nodded again, taking a deep breath. "O-okay."
I held stock still as he slipped an arm under my knees, carrying me like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold, and my cheeks instantly went red as I realized what had just crossed my mind.
He must have seen my embarrassment, because he chuckled softly. "It's all right. You can hold on if you want."
I jumped a little in his arms as his voice sounded so close to my ear and his chuckle deepened into a full laugh. I narrowed my eyes and elbowed him in the ribs.
"Ow, hey do you *want* to be dropped or something?" the stranger complained.
I smirked. "You wouldn't dare."
I could just *see* his eyebrow raise in amusement. "What makes you so sure?"
"Because Bulma would kill you."
We stopped so suddenly that I had to fling my arms around his neck to keep from being thrown out of his arms.
"Kami Trunks, what are you trying to do, kill me?" I complained.
Trunks just looked down at me with a stunned look. "How did you my name?" he demanded.
I rolled my eyes. "Of course I know your name. Why else would you be in my dream?"
The lavender haired young man raised an eyebrow. "Hate to break it to ya babe, but you aren't dreaming."
I laughed. "I have to be. The last time I checked, you were nothing more than pen and ink."
Trunks looked hurt. "Hey!"
I rolled my eyes. "Look, if you're so sure I'm not dreaming, then prove it."
He shrugged. "Okay."
Before I knew it, he had released me and I was falling again. I didn't have time to scream before I was suddenly surrounded by freezing cold water. I fought my way to the surface and gasped for air desperately, my lungs burning from lack of oxygen.
A laugh sounded from over my head and I looked up to see Trunks hovering just inches from the water, his arms crossed and his lips curved into a very familiar smirk.
"Trunks Vegeta Briefs, what the *hell* was that for?!"
He shrugged. "You asked me to prove it. Still believe you're dreaming?"
I crossed my arms over my chest in annoyance. "Hurumph. I hope not, because I would very much like to kill you right now."
Trunks gave me a charming grin. "Oh c'mon, it's not *that* bad."
I gave him an incredulous look. "Trunks, this water is freezing and I'm in a cotton nightshirt." I forced out through chattering teeth.
The seriousness of the situation must have dawned on him, because he lost the charming grin and swept me into his arms, speeding toward his home. I snuggled closer to his warmth, burying my face into his chest as I let his heartbeat soothe me to sleep.
* * *
(Trunks POV)
I looked down at the girl in my arms as I felt her shift closer to me and found her head resting over my heart. I could tell by her even breathing that she was asleep, so I took the moment to study her intently.
She had dark hair that went just past her shoulders, and skin that was lightly tanned and covered in freckles in some places. Her closed eyelids masked chocolate eyes that were even more amazing when they were angry.
Her beauty was the first thing I noticed when I caught her that first time. Even soaked to the bone, terrified, and just a touch pissed off, she was breathtaking.
And she didn't seem to mind that I was in what she thought was her dream! I wondered briefly how she knew mine and my mother's name, and could recognize me from sight, but I decided to let her tell me with the others. She was so peaceful asleep, and I hated waking her up, but we were fast approaching Capsule Corp. and I didn't want her to be surprised by my father.
I couldn't resist leaning my head down and kissing her temple, whispering in her ear, "Wake up babe."
Her eyes fluttered open with a groan and she looked surprised to see me for a second.
* * *
The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes were the beautiful blue eyes staring into mine. My breath hitched in my throat when I noticed how close our faces were, but then I shook it off quickly.
"It really wasn't a dream, was it?" I asked softly. Trunks looked sad for a moment, and shook his head. I sighed softly and looked around us. We were hovering in the air above a large domed building with Capsule Corp. written on the side.
"I didn't want you to be surprised by Dad." Trunks replied to my questioning look.
I smiled slightly and kissed his cheek. "Thanks. Let's just hope television really *does* exaggerate everything."
He gave me a questioning look, but nodded when I indicated that I'd tell him later. Trunks smoothly glided us down into a landing and set me carefully on my feet. I missed the warmth of his arms, but knew this was something that had to be done.
"Okay." I said, taking a deep breath. "Let's get this over with."
AN: Okay guys, remember to review! More reviews I get, the more things I'll make Trunks do for you!
Trunks: *sulking* I hate you.
AN: No you don't.
Trunks: Sigh. No I don't.
AN: Hehe. Behold the power of cheese.
AN: First person who reviews gets a striptease from a certain lilac haired hottie ;)
Trunks: Oh no I don't think so!
AN: You will or you'll sleep on the couch for a month.
Trunks: You can't do that!
AN: *grins wickedly* Of course I can. I'm the author.
Trunks: *pouts* Whoever put that power in your hands must have been insane.
AN: *flattered* Aw, thank you sweetie. *kisses Trunks on the cheek*
Trunks: *blushes* Review please.
AN: This is in Sara's point of view unless otherwise noted. Now on to the story! PS: I know this has been done to death, but I couldn't resist : ). Don't hurt me!
Chapter One: Trunks + Water = Whoa Mama!
I sighed as I unlocked the door to my apartment and shut the door behind me tiredly. It had been a long night at work and I was grateful to have a few days off to rest. -Maybe . . . maybe by the time I go back, I can face everyone again.- I sighed. Tears blinded me as I recalled the events of the night.
I was standing at the Book desk, bored out of my skull. Lucky me (sarcasm sarcasm) I had emptied both carts and straightened the entire department. I groaned. Why oh why had I gotten so good at this? There wasn't a single customer who needed my help and there was nothing for me to do.
Just as I was about to make a very dangerous wish of something exciting to happen, a voice from a few aisles over caught my attention.
"Hey, you remember that girl Sara Oliver? The one who had the huge crush on you back in high school?"
"Yeah, what about her?"
"Rumor has it, she works here now. Why don't you search her out, maybe you can have a good time."
My breath caught in my throat as tears filled my eyes. This bakayaro thought I was a slut!
"Hey bro, that wasn't nice. She's not like that and you know it."
"Yeah I know. But seriously, didn't you have a crush on her once upon a time?"
I could just see him shaking his head. "She's nice enough, but I'm just not into her like that."
True, he was nice when he said it, but . . . I don't know why, but it felt like my heart was ripped in two. It was stupid, considering that I hadn't even seen him in three years.
-Oh god, I wish I didn't always fall for guys I can never have. I wish I could go to a place who doesn't know me, or my past. I wish I could go to a place where I can be whomever I want to be. I wish I could go to a place where I have a clean slate, where all my mistakes are erased, where I can start over. I wish men existed like Goku and Trunks-honorable, strong, and heroic. I wish . . . I wish I had someone to love, and to love me in return.-
I sighed and tried to get to sleep. It was foolish to make wishes that can never come true.
* * *
The sizzle of electricity against my skin and the boom of thunder brought me out of my slumber and I jerked awake with the sudden sensation of falling through the air. The fierce wind whipped my hair and nightshirt and I glanced down to find that I was plummeting downward at a dizzying speed.
My eyes widened, then slammed shut in terror, a scream torn from my throat. My fingers flailed for something, anything to stop my descent and I knew right then and there that I was going to die.
Then I felt my breath slam out of me as I was yanked back against what felt like a brick wall by two strong hands on my waist. My eyes shot open and my hands fluttered down to clutch my savior's hands, reassuring myself that I wasn't hallucinating-that I was really still alive.
"It's all right." A deep voice assured me softly, letting go with one hand so he could wrap a comforting arm around my waist. "You're safe now. I'm not going to drop you, I promise."
I nodded slowly, a shiver running down my spine having more to do with his proximity than the cold rain.
"I'm going to take you somewhere safe and dry. But I need to move you get a better grip."
His quiet, gentle voice calmed me down almost immediately and I nodded again, taking a deep breath. "O-okay."
I held stock still as he slipped an arm under my knees, carrying me like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold, and my cheeks instantly went red as I realized what had just crossed my mind.
He must have seen my embarrassment, because he chuckled softly. "It's all right. You can hold on if you want."
I jumped a little in his arms as his voice sounded so close to my ear and his chuckle deepened into a full laugh. I narrowed my eyes and elbowed him in the ribs.
"Ow, hey do you *want* to be dropped or something?" the stranger complained.
I smirked. "You wouldn't dare."
I could just *see* his eyebrow raise in amusement. "What makes you so sure?"
"Because Bulma would kill you."
We stopped so suddenly that I had to fling my arms around his neck to keep from being thrown out of his arms.
"Kami Trunks, what are you trying to do, kill me?" I complained.
Trunks just looked down at me with a stunned look. "How did you my name?" he demanded.
I rolled my eyes. "Of course I know your name. Why else would you be in my dream?"
The lavender haired young man raised an eyebrow. "Hate to break it to ya babe, but you aren't dreaming."
I laughed. "I have to be. The last time I checked, you were nothing more than pen and ink."
Trunks looked hurt. "Hey!"
I rolled my eyes. "Look, if you're so sure I'm not dreaming, then prove it."
He shrugged. "Okay."
Before I knew it, he had released me and I was falling again. I didn't have time to scream before I was suddenly surrounded by freezing cold water. I fought my way to the surface and gasped for air desperately, my lungs burning from lack of oxygen.
A laugh sounded from over my head and I looked up to see Trunks hovering just inches from the water, his arms crossed and his lips curved into a very familiar smirk.
"Trunks Vegeta Briefs, what the *hell* was that for?!"
He shrugged. "You asked me to prove it. Still believe you're dreaming?"
I crossed my arms over my chest in annoyance. "Hurumph. I hope not, because I would very much like to kill you right now."
Trunks gave me a charming grin. "Oh c'mon, it's not *that* bad."
I gave him an incredulous look. "Trunks, this water is freezing and I'm in a cotton nightshirt." I forced out through chattering teeth.
The seriousness of the situation must have dawned on him, because he lost the charming grin and swept me into his arms, speeding toward his home. I snuggled closer to his warmth, burying my face into his chest as I let his heartbeat soothe me to sleep.
* * *
(Trunks POV)
I looked down at the girl in my arms as I felt her shift closer to me and found her head resting over my heart. I could tell by her even breathing that she was asleep, so I took the moment to study her intently.
She had dark hair that went just past her shoulders, and skin that was lightly tanned and covered in freckles in some places. Her closed eyelids masked chocolate eyes that were even more amazing when they were angry.
Her beauty was the first thing I noticed when I caught her that first time. Even soaked to the bone, terrified, and just a touch pissed off, she was breathtaking.
And she didn't seem to mind that I was in what she thought was her dream! I wondered briefly how she knew mine and my mother's name, and could recognize me from sight, but I decided to let her tell me with the others. She was so peaceful asleep, and I hated waking her up, but we were fast approaching Capsule Corp. and I didn't want her to be surprised by my father.
I couldn't resist leaning my head down and kissing her temple, whispering in her ear, "Wake up babe."
Her eyes fluttered open with a groan and she looked surprised to see me for a second.
* * *
The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes were the beautiful blue eyes staring into mine. My breath hitched in my throat when I noticed how close our faces were, but then I shook it off quickly.
"It really wasn't a dream, was it?" I asked softly. Trunks looked sad for a moment, and shook his head. I sighed softly and looked around us. We were hovering in the air above a large domed building with Capsule Corp. written on the side.
"I didn't want you to be surprised by Dad." Trunks replied to my questioning look.
I smiled slightly and kissed his cheek. "Thanks. Let's just hope television really *does* exaggerate everything."
He gave me a questioning look, but nodded when I indicated that I'd tell him later. Trunks smoothly glided us down into a landing and set me carefully on my feet. I missed the warmth of his arms, but knew this was something that had to be done.
"Okay." I said, taking a deep breath. "Let's get this over with."
AN: Okay guys, remember to review! More reviews I get, the more things I'll make Trunks do for you!
Trunks: *sulking* I hate you.
AN: No you don't.
Trunks: Sigh. No I don't.
AN: Hehe. Behold the power of cheese.