A/N: This is in the Mirai timeline, and my version of what happened. Well
at least it will be if you guys want me to continue. Please review! Please,
please, please!!! I hope you like it! Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: Is this really necessary? If it will make happy, no, *sob, sob* I don't own dbz! There! I said it! *sniff, sniff*
A Name's Memories
The lavender haired teenager stared at the grave in front of him. He had been there several times even though the inhabitant of the burial place had been dead for many years. He slid down on the ground, his back against the tombstone behind him, his sword uncomfortably poking him in the back. Sitting like that for several minutes, he did not move, did not speak; apparently lost in thought.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, a tall figure moving toward him caused him to snap out of his stupor. She moved with the grace and speed of a cat, sauntering up to where he sat. She was beautiful, slender, with dark red hair and startling bright blue eyes. Clad in simple boot cut jeans and black tank top with a scooping neck-line, she held no flowers, only a single sheet of white paper. She seemed very calm as she stopped in front of the grave, and only the clenched fist that held the paper said otherwise. Somehow she seemed out of place in this ruined world that was full of dirt and death.
She paid no attention to the teen behind her as she set the letter down just in front of the tombstone, anchoring it with a rock on the edge. She stepped back, balancing like a pro on her high, strappy, open-toed sandals on the jagged rock. Her eyes narrowed and for some reason she found something the ground very interesting, but it went unnoticed by others. She was alert and wary, but didn't flinch when the youth behind her spoke.
"Did you know him?"
The woman stared down at the grave, silently reading the simple engraving in her mind.
Son Gohan
Beloved Friend and Teacher
The grave bore no dates, as it was much to cruel to tell the world how young Gohan had been when he died.
She took a deep breath and spoke quietly, but did not turn around. "Yes, I knew him. He meant a lot to me."
The man nodded, seemingly not noticing that she had her back to him. "He was my best friend. God, I wish he hadn't fallen for that girl, maybe he'd still be here."
She swung around, her expression questioning. "What girl?"
He looked up at her and she could see that he resembled Gohan somewhat, they both had tanned skin and a lot of muscles, but this man had blue eyes and purple hair and Gohan's had been black. He was handsome but sadness marred his features, keeping from her view his true image. He started at her, locking eyes and, out of sheer habit, the woman felt her face harden and become impassive. He spoke softly as though any louder speech would upset a delicate balance. "Gohan...fell in love with some woman. The androids told him that she would be next. So he went off to fight them alone...and I found him in pieces. Said he loved her." The teen seemed uncertain as he finished the last sentence, unsure of why he was revealing all this. He shrugged to himself, unaware that the woman was still watching him. The redhead shifted her weight as she answered, frowning.
"Trust me, that love was blind and foolish. Had he known her better he would have seen that. He should have looked closer, and stopped trying to see nothing but the good in people. It would have saved his life." She said this with such contempt that the man actually looked up and saw not hatred, but a flash of what seemed like regret in her eyes, before they once again became unreadable.
"Did you know her?" The question was simple, but the answer seemed to be much more complex than one would have thought.
"Yeah, in another life." The sentence did not yield much, but seemed to have a hidden message.
"You hated her, didn't you?" He didn't understand why he asked her that, but it seemed important.
"I hate what she was...what she is...it was her fault he died. She should have been killed, not him. If he'd never met her, he would still be alive. But don't worry, she knows it." It seemed to hurt her to say that, and her eyes had become glassy as she looked away, staring at the barren landscape.
"Gohan would have wanted me to tell her," he said, hesitantly. "Do you know where she is?"
For a moment she did not answer but then, "Somehow I think she knows." With that, she turned and walked away with out another word.
The man stood up hastily, pushing hair out of his eyes, watching her retreat. "Can you at least tell me her name?" He called after her.
She stopped and tossed her hair over her shoulder, looking behind her. "Jazmine. Her name was Jazmine."
The sword-clad man blinked, and started to ask her own name, but a closer look revealed that she was already gone. She had seemed like a dream, come and gone within minutes, never a simple answer, by no means revealing anything. He turned back to the grave and a sudden breeze freed the letter from it's makeshift paperweight. He reached down and picked up the paper before it had a chance to blow away. Intent on merely replacing it, the letter became unfolded and Trunks Briefs could not help but read the few elegant lines written there. At first he did not understand, but as he looked after the direction the woman had left in, it hit him.
"Jazmine. Her name was Jazmine."
He looked down at single white sheet and read it aloud to himself.
Gohan,
I'm so sorry. Forgive me.
Jazmine
A/N: So, what do you think? Tell me if it sucks. If I get any reviews I'll add to it. I was thinking of adding another few chapters and explaining Gohan and Jazmine's relationship and my version on how everyone died in the Mirai timeline. Let me know if I should continue. Thanks!
Disclaimer: Is this really necessary? If it will make happy, no, *sob, sob* I don't own dbz! There! I said it! *sniff, sniff*
A Name's Memories
The lavender haired teenager stared at the grave in front of him. He had been there several times even though the inhabitant of the burial place had been dead for many years. He slid down on the ground, his back against the tombstone behind him, his sword uncomfortably poking him in the back. Sitting like that for several minutes, he did not move, did not speak; apparently lost in thought.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, a tall figure moving toward him caused him to snap out of his stupor. She moved with the grace and speed of a cat, sauntering up to where he sat. She was beautiful, slender, with dark red hair and startling bright blue eyes. Clad in simple boot cut jeans and black tank top with a scooping neck-line, she held no flowers, only a single sheet of white paper. She seemed very calm as she stopped in front of the grave, and only the clenched fist that held the paper said otherwise. Somehow she seemed out of place in this ruined world that was full of dirt and death.
She paid no attention to the teen behind her as she set the letter down just in front of the tombstone, anchoring it with a rock on the edge. She stepped back, balancing like a pro on her high, strappy, open-toed sandals on the jagged rock. Her eyes narrowed and for some reason she found something the ground very interesting, but it went unnoticed by others. She was alert and wary, but didn't flinch when the youth behind her spoke.
"Did you know him?"
The woman stared down at the grave, silently reading the simple engraving in her mind.
Son Gohan
Beloved Friend and Teacher
The grave bore no dates, as it was much to cruel to tell the world how young Gohan had been when he died.
She took a deep breath and spoke quietly, but did not turn around. "Yes, I knew him. He meant a lot to me."
The man nodded, seemingly not noticing that she had her back to him. "He was my best friend. God, I wish he hadn't fallen for that girl, maybe he'd still be here."
She swung around, her expression questioning. "What girl?"
He looked up at her and she could see that he resembled Gohan somewhat, they both had tanned skin and a lot of muscles, but this man had blue eyes and purple hair and Gohan's had been black. He was handsome but sadness marred his features, keeping from her view his true image. He started at her, locking eyes and, out of sheer habit, the woman felt her face harden and become impassive. He spoke softly as though any louder speech would upset a delicate balance. "Gohan...fell in love with some woman. The androids told him that she would be next. So he went off to fight them alone...and I found him in pieces. Said he loved her." The teen seemed uncertain as he finished the last sentence, unsure of why he was revealing all this. He shrugged to himself, unaware that the woman was still watching him. The redhead shifted her weight as she answered, frowning.
"Trust me, that love was blind and foolish. Had he known her better he would have seen that. He should have looked closer, and stopped trying to see nothing but the good in people. It would have saved his life." She said this with such contempt that the man actually looked up and saw not hatred, but a flash of what seemed like regret in her eyes, before they once again became unreadable.
"Did you know her?" The question was simple, but the answer seemed to be much more complex than one would have thought.
"Yeah, in another life." The sentence did not yield much, but seemed to have a hidden message.
"You hated her, didn't you?" He didn't understand why he asked her that, but it seemed important.
"I hate what she was...what she is...it was her fault he died. She should have been killed, not him. If he'd never met her, he would still be alive. But don't worry, she knows it." It seemed to hurt her to say that, and her eyes had become glassy as she looked away, staring at the barren landscape.
"Gohan would have wanted me to tell her," he said, hesitantly. "Do you know where she is?"
For a moment she did not answer but then, "Somehow I think she knows." With that, she turned and walked away with out another word.
The man stood up hastily, pushing hair out of his eyes, watching her retreat. "Can you at least tell me her name?" He called after her.
She stopped and tossed her hair over her shoulder, looking behind her. "Jazmine. Her name was Jazmine."
The sword-clad man blinked, and started to ask her own name, but a closer look revealed that she was already gone. She had seemed like a dream, come and gone within minutes, never a simple answer, by no means revealing anything. He turned back to the grave and a sudden breeze freed the letter from it's makeshift paperweight. He reached down and picked up the paper before it had a chance to blow away. Intent on merely replacing it, the letter became unfolded and Trunks Briefs could not help but read the few elegant lines written there. At first he did not understand, but as he looked after the direction the woman had left in, it hit him.
"Jazmine. Her name was Jazmine."
He looked down at single white sheet and read it aloud to himself.
Gohan,
I'm so sorry. Forgive me.
Jazmine
A/N: So, what do you think? Tell me if it sucks. If I get any reviews I'll add to it. I was thinking of adding another few chapters and explaining Gohan and Jazmine's relationship and my version on how everyone died in the Mirai timeline. Let me know if I should continue. Thanks!