Ok, here is how it goes. I do not own DBZ! There, not too easy, but I did
it!
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Trunks stirred. Where am I? He felt his head was about to explode. Who am I? He looked around in the dark room. What am I doing here? There was no furniture, no picture, no nothing. It was like a tiny cell in the middle of no where. Trunks surveyed his surroundings. The walls were gray and dull, enough to prevent light from coming through. There, on the opposite wall, was an old rusty steel door. He shivered slightly from the cool air. Trunks slowly got onto his feet, his legs wobbled from lack of use. He sniffed the ice-cold air. The metallic smell of blood filled his nostrils. Realizing he was going to suffocate sooner or later, Trunks pounded on the solid door. The hinges creaked and that was it. The door hadn't seemed to budge. He used his legs, hoping he was strong enough to kick it open. The piece of metal gave away and flew off its hinges.
Trunks stepped across the doorway and froze. He didn't know where to go. This place was so…solitary. He snapped his head toward a loud, repeated tapping noise coming in from afar. Trunks took a few steps towards the root of the noise. Left, right, left right. He had almost forgotten how to walk properly. He tried to remember how he had gotten here. He suddenly clutched his head in pain. The boy fell to his knees, as he let loose a blood-curdling scream that echoed through the equally dark halls. Everything started to blur, then black out.
Boy…
Somebody called out.
BOY…
The voice became stronger.
BOY!!!
Trunks woke up in a cold sweat. He frowned. I don't recall being in this place. He looked downwards. In a bed? Trunks was frantic. Nothing made any sense. First he was in one place and another, here. He was too mixed up to notice the pair of beady, yellow eyes that followed his every move. He made eye contact with the stranger and jumped up from the bed, or whatever he was laying one, instantly.
"Who are you!? No. Who am I. That is the question I should be asking. So answer it already!" Trunks puffed, looking like he was ready to kill somebody. The silver haired man looked grim, a second later, his firmly pressed together lips formed a sinister smile.
"Ah…you may not remember, but you have been chosen for the mission of eliminating the Z warriors…"
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Trunks stirred. Where am I? He felt his head was about to explode. Who am I? He looked around in the dark room. What am I doing here? There was no furniture, no picture, no nothing. It was like a tiny cell in the middle of no where. Trunks surveyed his surroundings. The walls were gray and dull, enough to prevent light from coming through. There, on the opposite wall, was an old rusty steel door. He shivered slightly from the cool air. Trunks slowly got onto his feet, his legs wobbled from lack of use. He sniffed the ice-cold air. The metallic smell of blood filled his nostrils. Realizing he was going to suffocate sooner or later, Trunks pounded on the solid door. The hinges creaked and that was it. The door hadn't seemed to budge. He used his legs, hoping he was strong enough to kick it open. The piece of metal gave away and flew off its hinges.
Trunks stepped across the doorway and froze. He didn't know where to go. This place was so…solitary. He snapped his head toward a loud, repeated tapping noise coming in from afar. Trunks took a few steps towards the root of the noise. Left, right, left right. He had almost forgotten how to walk properly. He tried to remember how he had gotten here. He suddenly clutched his head in pain. The boy fell to his knees, as he let loose a blood-curdling scream that echoed through the equally dark halls. Everything started to blur, then black out.
Boy…
Somebody called out.
BOY…
The voice became stronger.
BOY!!!
Trunks woke up in a cold sweat. He frowned. I don't recall being in this place. He looked downwards. In a bed? Trunks was frantic. Nothing made any sense. First he was in one place and another, here. He was too mixed up to notice the pair of beady, yellow eyes that followed his every move. He made eye contact with the stranger and jumped up from the bed, or whatever he was laying one, instantly.
"Who are you!? No. Who am I. That is the question I should be asking. So answer it already!" Trunks puffed, looking like he was ready to kill somebody. The silver haired man looked grim, a second later, his firmly pressed together lips formed a sinister smile.
"Ah…you may not remember, but you have been chosen for the mission of eliminating the Z warriors…"
