Broken Promises for Broken Hearts
Rated T
Summary: Sequel to If I Had a Heart Two years of peace have come and gone. Of course, it was something that simply couldn't last. A new evil has come, and it involves each and every person on the planet.
Notes: Be sure to have read the first one before attempting the second.
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Two years ago, while the battle with Tsuki-Yomi raged. . .
"Oh, kill him," a bored voice called out, "he wasn't entertaining me anyhow." Guards from around hr stood, placing their hands on the hilts of their swords, and stalked over to their prey. While they did, the owner of the voice who told them to do so smirked. She ran her hands through her long, dark hair then gathered it up, draping the locks over her shoulder. With a wave of her hand, a young female ran over to her, goblet in hand. The woman picked it up, swirled the liquid around, and then brought the crystal to her lips. In a fluid motion, she knocked the drink back. "More."
"Um, m'lady," the girl said, shifting her weight and showing her discomfort, "the kitchens wanted me to let you know that we're running low on. . . well, you know. Your drink." She took a step back so the she was out of the reach of her older sister—the sister whom she served.
"Are we now, Odile?" The woman said, more than asked, still in a bored voice. Odile knew better, she caught the slight narrowing of her sister's eyes. Her sister, the Empress, was extremely irritated by this news. "Well then, I suppose it's time to prepare for another conquest," the woman said and stood, "the general will be pleased to—oh! Look who's back! And so soon!"
As she stood, a large porthole opened in the distance. She saw this through the large window to her left. She also saw the porthole send a being flying through. A dark smile lit up her face as she disappeared, reappearing near the opening. "It seems you have failed, Tsuki-Yomi! Again!" She started laughing, rather hysterically, at the now wounded and weak god, who tried to crawl to her feet. "That's right, keep kneeling! You're just as pathetic as your other half—perhaps even worse!"
"She had—she had help," the god growled, grabbing on to the other goddess's ankle, but she only kicked him away. "She's stronger, but she did not do this alone. I will have my revenge. I will have it on her and her damned sayjin friends!"
"Oh, you pathetic fool you're never have another chance. You ruined your only opportunity. You're weak. Weakness is not tolerated in my land," the Empress stated as though it were a decree. She raised her hand and flicked her wrist. Darkness encircled Tsuki-Yomi, lifting him up, positioning him as though he were being crucified. "Join your other half."
"No, Desdemona! You can't do this! I am a god! I may not be able to control the darkness here, but this is only a shadow of the real world—the world where I reigned supreme! I'm more powerful than you will ever be!" The male tried his best to struggle against her power, but that was impossible. She was all powerful here. She was the goddess of darkness, and in her world, where there was little light, she controlled everything.
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"Your Ladyship, have you decided where you would like your troops to attack next?" Desdemona's General, Altair, stated. He may have not liked it, but he acted like a loyal servant. After all, he had seen what happened to those who defied her. The ruler of the dark land—the land of Atra, tapped her finger to her lower lip and started to walk around the large map of her solar system. "We've conquered that one mistress, yes, that one too." Each of the surrounding planets that she pointed to were already dead, thank to her military.
"How annoying, it looks as though we will simply have to go for one a bit out of our way. It will be worth it though, I'm absolutely—gah!" Desdemona didn't have a chance to finish her thought. Instead, she suddenly felt extremely weak and nearly collapsed on floor. Her general, however, caught her before she fell completely.
"My lady, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," Desdemona snapped and pulled herself from the general's grasp, "nothing! I simply felt dizzy, that's all! All of this planning has made me tired—I'm going to lay down." The Empress stormed out of the room, throwing the doors open with her shadows. She went to her private chambers, her menacing aura scaring off anyone who might have otherwise wished to approach her.
As she reached her room, which was moreso a set of rooms that she alone inhabited, the woman fell to her bed. 'What has my other half done?' She thought to herself, 'what has that damned Arianna gone and done?'
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On Earth, Present day—Two years after Tsuki-Yomi
"You finished it?" Bulma stood over her son, who was sitting crosslegged in the backyard and nodding. "Alright, well, let me see it work!" Her son had taken a casual interest in inventing over the past two years, however, he never felt like finishing what he started. His mother believed it was because of his father's influence. Vegeta was constantly ranting about how everything worth being invented had already been made, and that Trunks should focus more on training than fiddling around with electronics.
"It's been out here charging for almost three hours. It's a nice day, so it's almost at max power. I can give it some juice with my ki blasts if I have them hover above the panels, but then it would be pointless to show it to you. Normal people can't do that, so it better be able to do it to their standards, right?" The half sayjin, and slightly part Solarian but only in soul, stood and looked towards his mother for confirmation. She nodded. "Alright, so, it charges like your basic solar panel. Press this button," he leaned down and pressed on a large square button. With a poof, a small golden capsule lay on the ground. "I know, still not great feat, but this little guy now holds enough energy to run a hover car for at least two and a half days. I've figured out a way to convert the flow of the solar energy in here," she snatched up the capsule, "into the electricity that most hover cars run off of."
"How?" Bulma asked, rather intrigued by her son's design.
"You would need a converter, which I've made, to plug into the front console. The capsule sits in the converter, which feeds off of that directly, rather than actually opening it for the panels inside. Am I making sense?" The twenty year old looked towards his mother, a brow raised.
"Yeah, perfect sense," she replied with a shrug.
"That's why it took me so long. I had to figure out a way to divert the flow with in, without the capsule opening. Maybe it was pointless. It would be rather costly to make and buy, not to mention how lazy people are. I doubt many would take the time to charge it when they needed to. If it rains too—they wouldn't get nearly enough energy to run," Trunks sighed and put his device back into his pocket.
His mother shook her head and smiled brightly, "hun, this is what science is all about! Taking risks and chances! Besides, I don't mind putting it into production! You're not trying to replace electricity, just providing more! People will buy it. It'll save them money in the long run. We can give it a shot." She hooked her arm in his and started to walk back into the house. "Why have you taken such an interest in sunlight anyhow?"
"Oh, I don't know. It's a side effect from Solaria, I guess. I just appreciate it more—or maybe it just fascinates me. I don't know," he walked at a slow pace with his mother, his free hand still in his pocket, moving the captured light in his hand. "I forgot to tell you—the other capsules like this, my prototypes, are sort of unstable. Don't throw 'em around or put them near heat. You might end up with a mini solar flare if you do."
"Trunks," Bulma chuckled, "if you blow up my lab, you'll be hurting."
Life on Earth had been good—peaceful. Two yeas had passed since their last incident. Two years had passed since Trunks gained, or regained really, the memories from his past life. He didn't really think much of them—he only saw them in his dreams. It was only if he wanted to remember something that he did while he was awake.
To express how laid back the Z Fighters' time as of late had been, it should be known that Goten was currently not speaking to Trunks because the girl that he (meaning Goten) was currently in love with asked Trunks what time it was, rather than himself. Needless to say, Goten and this girl were not dating; in fact, she didn't even know his name.
Yes, life had been that dull.
Two world martial arts tournaments had come and passed. While most everyone had competed as usual, Trunks refrained. He sat out of the competition. He didn't even watch. He flew off during those few days, not to be seen nor heard from until the games were over. He congratulated who ever won, and that was it. No one ever asked him where he went or what he did.
"What time are you going to pick up that girl?" Bulma asked as they entered in through the back door. Trunks shrugged.
"I guess I need to be leaving in about an hour. Our movie is at three o'clock," he said and parted from his mother, "I'm going to run up and get a shower."
"My boy, such a ladies' man," Bulma sighed as he walked away, "well," she added and crossed her arms, "he sure doesn't get his food looks from his father's side."
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t.b.p.- if you did not read 'If I Had a Heart,' you probably don't know what's going on. I'm not going to do a recap. Please read the other story, or simply read without knowing the details. I wanted to throw this out here because of the latest review I received on IIHaH. Yes. I can spell. How many times do I have to explain that I do not proof read?? Not being able to spell and making typing errors while I'm quickly trying to dish out a part are different. Please stop pointing it out, because it makes you look a bit uninformed…
I hope you enjoyed part one, part two should be up shortly, t.b.p.
