Note to the Reader:
First I'd like to mention that I do not own DBZ or any of its characters; I
am just a loyal fan. This is not an official DBZ story, just a fanfiction
created by cute, little me. *wink* I dedicate this story to the great Akira
Toriyama himself since he is the true creator of Dragonball Z. I also would
like to dedicate this story to my dear friend Sara, who is the story's
heroine is based upon. Yes, she is a big fan of Trunks (who isn't?) Anyway,
I would like to mention that there will be absolutely NO lemon action.
Sorry to disappoint all you perverted and deranged sickos out there. Get
help, you are a pathetic human with a filthy, dirty mind! You make me sick.
You have disgraced the name of DBZ! Anyway, I have to tell you there is
some foul language and potential violence...you have been warned! Have a
nice day! *wink*
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Trunks gave a small sigh of relief as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his jacket sleeve. He looked up at the clear blue sky. It was a beautiful day.
It was hard to believe that only a few weeks ago he had destroyed Androids 17 and 18, and had beaten Cell. His trip in the Time Machine had really made a difference.
'If it wasn't for Goku and his friends, who knows what might have happened?' Trunks thought.
As a cool breeze blew through his lavender hair, he closed his eyes and remembered his trip to the past....
The long, hard hours of training in the hyperbolic time chamber, fighting side by side with Goku and Gohan, seeing his young mother and his younger self, fighting new androids created by the evil Dr. Gero, and meeting his father, Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans, for the first time. Even though Vegeta had shown nothing but cold stubbornness, Trunks knew deep...*hours later* deep, deep inside, Vegeta was proud to have Trunks for his son.
Trunks's reminiscing was abruptly interrupted by the high-pitched sound of a young girl's scream.
"Huh? Oh, no!" Trunks dropped the bag of groceries he had been carrying home and ran down the unpaved path towards the sound.
Trunks ran down to the edge of a cliff and focused his senses, trying to feel the girl's energy signal.
"Aaaaaaaaieeeee!"
Trunks looked down at the river below. A young girl, about his age, was being swept away by the raging currents.
"Hold on!" Trunks got a running start and jumped off the cliff and into the icy water below.
Any normal person would have been called crazy and drowned, but Trunks wasn't exactly what you'd call a normal person; try Super Saiyan!
Trunks swam and fought against the currents with ease and made his way to the girl.
"Don't worry, I've got you," he said in a reassuring voice. He wrapped his strong arms around her, making sure he had a strong grip, and then with a tiny jump of energy, he flew out of the river's rage and onto shore.
He gently laid the girl down. "Are you alright?"
But the girl did not answer. She was unconscious.
'Oh, no, was I too late?!' thought Trunks. 'No, wait, she's breathing, but she needs help.'
Since Capsule Corp. was the closest building for miles; Trunks decided it would be best to take here there. He picked up the girl gently as if picking up a glass china doll, and flew off towards home.
Moments later, he landed in the front lawn of a large dome-shaped building with the Capsule Corp. logo painted on the side.
"Mom! Come out here, quick!" he shouted.
"What is it, Trunks? I'm kind of busy right now." Bulma walked outside, trying to put up her long blue hair in a ponytail. She gasped when she saw the unconscious figure in her son's arms.
"Oh, my gosh, quick, get her inside!"
Soon they were inside the living room of their cozy little house. Bulma opened a side closet door and pulled out a pink blanket.
"Here, the poor thing's soaked; this'll warm her up." She handed Trunks the blanket and he wrapped the girl in it. Bulma retreated into the kitchen and got some smelling salts from a cupboard. "This should wake her up." Bulma entered the living room where Trunks sat on the sofa, the mysterious girl asleep on his lap. "Here." She waved the salts under the girl's nose. The girl's eyes began to flutter.
"Ooooohhh...w-where am I?"
She waited for her eyes to adjust to the light and then was quite startled to find herself on the lap of a strange boy with purple hair and deep blue eyes.
"Aaaah! Who the hell are you?! Get your fucking hands off me!"
"Whoa! Take it easy! It's okay; I'm not going to hurt you...just calm down."
But the girl was not in a very "calm" mood.
"Where am I? How the heck did I get here?"
"Hey, kid, RELAX, we're friends," Bulma said in a reassuring voice.
"Huh?"
Bulma smiled. "My son Trunks saved you from drowning in that river."
"He...he did?"
The girl looked over to the purple haired boy again. Trunks looked down and blushed slightly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know. Thanks."
"Um...sure, no problem...*ahem* Uh, you can get up now..."
It took the girl a moment to understand what he meant, and then she realized that she was still sitting in her rescuer's lap.
"Oh! Sorry."
"It's okay."
They both stood up. The girl got a good look at her rescuer. He wore a blue denim jacket and long, dark pants with a black tank top. He had shoulder length purple hair tied back in a ponytail.
"So, um...Are you okay?"
The girl smiled. "Yes, I'm fine...my name is Sara."
"I'm Trunks. Where are you from?"
"You see, the thing is...I don't know."
"You don't know?"
Sara shook her head.
Bulma interrupted, "Wait...How could you not know where you're from?"
Sara shrugged.
"Well, how about where you live? Your parents? A phone number? Birthday? Anything?"
Sara just shook her head.
"Okay, look, I know it sounds really weird but I don't have a clue about anything, well not anything, more like anything about my past..." Sara looked up, waiting for a reaction.
"Hold on, if you don't have any clue about who you are or where you're from, how do you know your name is Sara?"
Sara thought hard.
"Well?" ...No response.
Sara took a deep breath.
Trunks and Bulma edged in closer so not to miss a word.
Sara closed her eyes, smiled, and with one hand behind her head, said, "Actually I just really liked the name Sara so that's what I started calling myself, hehhehhehhehheh." *sweat drop*
Both Bulma and Trunks face faltered.
(Note! For all you readers who don't know what face faltering is, it is when an anime character falls face first, legs in the air, as a reaction to a bad joke; a ridiculously lame, unexpected response or something just totally stupid or unexpected. A sweat drop symbolizes nervousness, uncertainty or just a way to look at something pathetic and say, "Oooooh boy." Now back to the story!)
Sara stood up and clutched the blanket around her tightly for warmth. "Um...I guess I'll go then..." But after two steps, she slipped and fell; her legs were still weak from the river's currents. Luckily, Trunks was fast and caught her.
"Careful, I don't think you're quite ready to be up and about yet. Why don't you stay here for awhile, until you've recovered?"
"You sure? I don't want to bug you. I can get really annoying sometimes..."
(*Sara runs up and slaps Danika upside the head.* Ow! What'd you do that for? "I am not annoying!" You are right now! Besides, this is just a fanfiction, relax...Hey, look, Kitty!
"Kitty! Where?!" Sara runs off to find Kitty. Whew! Now, where was I?...Oh yeah! *Danika continues writing.*)
"Hey, no problem, kid," said Bulma. "We've got plenty of room. Just relax."
Sara smiled. It had been a while since she had met some friendly people. This lady was really nice, though Sara admitted her outfit looked like it had been dragged out of a circus clown's closet, but at least her son was pretty cute.
"Okay, why not? It's not like I've got anywhere else to go."
"Great! I'll just make some tea. You sit down and dry off."
"Huh?" Sara looked down and noticed she was dripping all over the floor. "Oops! Uh, sorry about your floor."
"No problem; it's only water. Hey Trunks! Don't just stand there, being rude! Help her to a seat!"
"Oh! Uh, right." Trunks showed Sara back to the sofa.
"Hey, thanks for saving me."
"Sure, no problem," said Trunks, starting to turn red again.
"So how did you save me anyway? Those currents were pretty strong..."
A sweat drop formed on the side of Trunks's head.
"Er,...I'm a really good swimmer." 'Oh, nice one, Trunks. Like she's really going to believe that!'
(Just for further reference (and in attempt to make the chapter longer) double quotation marks mean someone is talking, one quotation mark means they are thinking. Thank you.)
Sara eyed him suspiciously. He hadn't exactly given the world's best rescue story. Sara was a good swimmer too, but she was only human. How could he have possibly swum against those raging currents?
Trunks noticed her gaze. 'Uh oh. She knows something's up. I'm not surprised, but what can I tell her? She just nearly drowned and woke up in a strange place with new people. I think talk about Super Saiyans and alien powers might be a little much to take in right now.'
Trunks tried to pretend not to notice Sara's eyes.
'Hmm..... he's hiding something, I just know it.'
Bulma walked in with the tea.
"Well, aren't we talkative?"
"Hmm....yeah, right, so anyway, um.....Where are we exactly?"
Bulma and Trunks had forgotten to mention where they had brought her.
"Oh, right. Well, right now we're in one of Capsule Corp.'s main buildings."
"Capsule Corp.?"
"Yeah. My dad owned it. It was sorta like the family business. We were doing great 'til the androids attacked."
"That reminds me: Do you know what happened to them? It's like they just disappeared."
A sweat drop formed on the side of Bulma's head. She looked at Trunks. He shook his head, signaling her not to say a word. "Wh-who knows? I guess it's just one of those things, ya know? Heh heh heh."
Sara just stared.
"Riiiight." 'What's up with these people? Did they forget to take their medicine or something?'
Bulma broke the silence. "Ahem...so Sara, how did you end up n that river, anyway?"
"I...uh...er..."
(*Danika sweat drops. Sara walks in.* "What's wrong?" Heh heh, um, I'm not exactly sure how you got there myself. *Sara face falters* "What do you mean you don't know?! You're the author!" Well, you were just...there. "Oh, so I just magically appeared there, is that it?!" *Danika thinks for a moment, then stands up with one hand on her hip and the other high in the air, pointing somewhere.* I shall make it so! Thanks for the suggestion. *Sara face falters again* I'm kidding! "You better be!" Okay, okay. Now let me think...Ooh! I know! *Danika continues writing*)
"Mom, she may not want to talk about that right now," Trunks interrupted.
Sara gave a sigh of relief. She wasn't sure how she could answer the question.
("That's the best you could think of?" Shut up!)
"Anyway, now that the androids are gone, we're thinking of getting Capsule Corp. back in business." Bulma smiled and sipped her tea.
("Gee, they sure switch conversations fast, don't they?" Sara, are YOU writing this story? "No." Then shut up and let me write! *Sara glares* "I think you're just writing this to take up space." *Danika's eyes close. She clenches a fist and one of those little anime vein crosses appears on her forehead.* DO YOU WANT THIS FANFICTION OR NOT?! I'M THE GENIUS HERE, SO SIT DOWN, KEEP QUIET AND LET ME WRITE! "Uh, Danika?" Grrr..... What in the name of Kami is it now?! "You just wasted more than half a page yelling at me..." Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!...*Danika takes some deep breaths to calm down and then continues writing after giving Sara a warning glare.*)
"Yawn,...sorry," said Sara.
"It's okay. I don't blame you for being tired; you've had a rough day."
"By any chance do you have an extra room?"
"Are you kidding? In this place? Heck, we can get you five extra rooms."
"Uh...one will be fine, thanks."
"Trunks, why don't you take Sara to one of the guest rooms?"
"Kay."
Trunks and Sara walked down the hall 'til they came to a stop at a door on the left.
"Good night."
"Good night."
Sara smiled as Trunks walked off. It wasn't long before she fell in a deep sleep. For the first time in a long time, she felt safe. There was something about that boy...
("Yeah! He's hot!" Sara, for the love of Dende, will you please SHUT UP!)
Bulma, who was still seated in the living room, sipped her tea and grinned. 'They would make a perfect couple. My woman's intuition is never wrong. Yeah, something big is going to happen......I just know it!'
And for once, Bulma's "woman's intuition" was right. Something big iuwasiu going to happen. But not now, no, now was the time for rest. Soon, both Bulma and Trunks decided to turn into bed.
(YES in separate rooms! For all you weirdos out there!)
Bulma soon fell sleep. Trunks, however, was still wondering about the mysterious girl he had rescued. There was something...unusual about her, but he couldn't put his finger on it...Maybe he was just imagining things,...then again, maybe not. That night, Sara had a peaceful sleep, filled with dreams about the day ahead, and the dashing boy that had saved her. And so our story begins...
Trunks gave a small sigh of relief as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his jacket sleeve. He looked up at the clear blue sky. It was a beautiful day.
It was hard to believe that only a few weeks ago he had destroyed Androids 17 and 18, and had beaten Cell. His trip in the Time Machine had really made a difference.
'If it wasn't for Goku and his friends, who knows what might have happened?' Trunks thought.
As a cool breeze blew through his lavender hair, he closed his eyes and remembered his trip to the past....
The long, hard hours of training in the hyperbolic time chamber, fighting side by side with Goku and Gohan, seeing his young mother and his younger self, fighting new androids created by the evil Dr. Gero, and meeting his father, Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans, for the first time. Even though Vegeta had shown nothing but cold stubbornness, Trunks knew deep...*hours later* deep, deep inside, Vegeta was proud to have Trunks for his son.
Trunks's reminiscing was abruptly interrupted by the high-pitched sound of a young girl's scream.
"Huh? Oh, no!" Trunks dropped the bag of groceries he had been carrying home and ran down the unpaved path towards the sound.
Trunks ran down to the edge of a cliff and focused his senses, trying to feel the girl's energy signal.
"Aaaaaaaaieeeee!"
Trunks looked down at the river below. A young girl, about his age, was being swept away by the raging currents.
"Hold on!" Trunks got a running start and jumped off the cliff and into the icy water below.
Any normal person would have been called crazy and drowned, but Trunks wasn't exactly what you'd call a normal person; try Super Saiyan!
Trunks swam and fought against the currents with ease and made his way to the girl.
"Don't worry, I've got you," he said in a reassuring voice. He wrapped his strong arms around her, making sure he had a strong grip, and then with a tiny jump of energy, he flew out of the river's rage and onto shore.
He gently laid the girl down. "Are you alright?"
But the girl did not answer. She was unconscious.
'Oh, no, was I too late?!' thought Trunks. 'No, wait, she's breathing, but she needs help.'
Since Capsule Corp. was the closest building for miles; Trunks decided it would be best to take here there. He picked up the girl gently as if picking up a glass china doll, and flew off towards home.
Moments later, he landed in the front lawn of a large dome-shaped building with the Capsule Corp. logo painted on the side.
"Mom! Come out here, quick!" he shouted.
"What is it, Trunks? I'm kind of busy right now." Bulma walked outside, trying to put up her long blue hair in a ponytail. She gasped when she saw the unconscious figure in her son's arms.
"Oh, my gosh, quick, get her inside!"
Soon they were inside the living room of their cozy little house. Bulma opened a side closet door and pulled out a pink blanket.
"Here, the poor thing's soaked; this'll warm her up." She handed Trunks the blanket and he wrapped the girl in it. Bulma retreated into the kitchen and got some smelling salts from a cupboard. "This should wake her up." Bulma entered the living room where Trunks sat on the sofa, the mysterious girl asleep on his lap. "Here." She waved the salts under the girl's nose. The girl's eyes began to flutter.
"Ooooohhh...w-where am I?"
She waited for her eyes to adjust to the light and then was quite startled to find herself on the lap of a strange boy with purple hair and deep blue eyes.
"Aaaah! Who the hell are you?! Get your fucking hands off me!"
"Whoa! Take it easy! It's okay; I'm not going to hurt you...just calm down."
But the girl was not in a very "calm" mood.
"Where am I? How the heck did I get here?"
"Hey, kid, RELAX, we're friends," Bulma said in a reassuring voice.
"Huh?"
Bulma smiled. "My son Trunks saved you from drowning in that river."
"He...he did?"
The girl looked over to the purple haired boy again. Trunks looked down and blushed slightly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know. Thanks."
"Um...sure, no problem...*ahem* Uh, you can get up now..."
It took the girl a moment to understand what he meant, and then she realized that she was still sitting in her rescuer's lap.
"Oh! Sorry."
"It's okay."
They both stood up. The girl got a good look at her rescuer. He wore a blue denim jacket and long, dark pants with a black tank top. He had shoulder length purple hair tied back in a ponytail.
"So, um...Are you okay?"
The girl smiled. "Yes, I'm fine...my name is Sara."
"I'm Trunks. Where are you from?"
"You see, the thing is...I don't know."
"You don't know?"
Sara shook her head.
Bulma interrupted, "Wait...How could you not know where you're from?"
Sara shrugged.
"Well, how about where you live? Your parents? A phone number? Birthday? Anything?"
Sara just shook her head.
"Okay, look, I know it sounds really weird but I don't have a clue about anything, well not anything, more like anything about my past..." Sara looked up, waiting for a reaction.
"Hold on, if you don't have any clue about who you are or where you're from, how do you know your name is Sara?"
Sara thought hard.
"Well?" ...No response.
Sara took a deep breath.
Trunks and Bulma edged in closer so not to miss a word.
Sara closed her eyes, smiled, and with one hand behind her head, said, "Actually I just really liked the name Sara so that's what I started calling myself, hehhehhehhehheh." *sweat drop*
Both Bulma and Trunks face faltered.
(Note! For all you readers who don't know what face faltering is, it is when an anime character falls face first, legs in the air, as a reaction to a bad joke; a ridiculously lame, unexpected response or something just totally stupid or unexpected. A sweat drop symbolizes nervousness, uncertainty or just a way to look at something pathetic and say, "Oooooh boy." Now back to the story!)
Sara stood up and clutched the blanket around her tightly for warmth. "Um...I guess I'll go then..." But after two steps, she slipped and fell; her legs were still weak from the river's currents. Luckily, Trunks was fast and caught her.
"Careful, I don't think you're quite ready to be up and about yet. Why don't you stay here for awhile, until you've recovered?"
"You sure? I don't want to bug you. I can get really annoying sometimes..."
(*Sara runs up and slaps Danika upside the head.* Ow! What'd you do that for? "I am not annoying!" You are right now! Besides, this is just a fanfiction, relax...Hey, look, Kitty!
"Kitty! Where?!" Sara runs off to find Kitty. Whew! Now, where was I?...Oh yeah! *Danika continues writing.*)
"Hey, no problem, kid," said Bulma. "We've got plenty of room. Just relax."
Sara smiled. It had been a while since she had met some friendly people. This lady was really nice, though Sara admitted her outfit looked like it had been dragged out of a circus clown's closet, but at least her son was pretty cute.
"Okay, why not? It's not like I've got anywhere else to go."
"Great! I'll just make some tea. You sit down and dry off."
"Huh?" Sara looked down and noticed she was dripping all over the floor. "Oops! Uh, sorry about your floor."
"No problem; it's only water. Hey Trunks! Don't just stand there, being rude! Help her to a seat!"
"Oh! Uh, right." Trunks showed Sara back to the sofa.
"Hey, thanks for saving me."
"Sure, no problem," said Trunks, starting to turn red again.
"So how did you save me anyway? Those currents were pretty strong..."
A sweat drop formed on the side of Trunks's head.
"Er,...I'm a really good swimmer." 'Oh, nice one, Trunks. Like she's really going to believe that!'
(Just for further reference (and in attempt to make the chapter longer) double quotation marks mean someone is talking, one quotation mark means they are thinking. Thank you.)
Sara eyed him suspiciously. He hadn't exactly given the world's best rescue story. Sara was a good swimmer too, but she was only human. How could he have possibly swum against those raging currents?
Trunks noticed her gaze. 'Uh oh. She knows something's up. I'm not surprised, but what can I tell her? She just nearly drowned and woke up in a strange place with new people. I think talk about Super Saiyans and alien powers might be a little much to take in right now.'
Trunks tried to pretend not to notice Sara's eyes.
'Hmm..... he's hiding something, I just know it.'
Bulma walked in with the tea.
"Well, aren't we talkative?"
"Hmm....yeah, right, so anyway, um.....Where are we exactly?"
Bulma and Trunks had forgotten to mention where they had brought her.
"Oh, right. Well, right now we're in one of Capsule Corp.'s main buildings."
"Capsule Corp.?"
"Yeah. My dad owned it. It was sorta like the family business. We were doing great 'til the androids attacked."
"That reminds me: Do you know what happened to them? It's like they just disappeared."
A sweat drop formed on the side of Bulma's head. She looked at Trunks. He shook his head, signaling her not to say a word. "Wh-who knows? I guess it's just one of those things, ya know? Heh heh heh."
Sara just stared.
"Riiiight." 'What's up with these people? Did they forget to take their medicine or something?'
Bulma broke the silence. "Ahem...so Sara, how did you end up n that river, anyway?"
"I...uh...er..."
(*Danika sweat drops. Sara walks in.* "What's wrong?" Heh heh, um, I'm not exactly sure how you got there myself. *Sara face falters* "What do you mean you don't know?! You're the author!" Well, you were just...there. "Oh, so I just magically appeared there, is that it?!" *Danika thinks for a moment, then stands up with one hand on her hip and the other high in the air, pointing somewhere.* I shall make it so! Thanks for the suggestion. *Sara face falters again* I'm kidding! "You better be!" Okay, okay. Now let me think...Ooh! I know! *Danika continues writing*)
"Mom, she may not want to talk about that right now," Trunks interrupted.
Sara gave a sigh of relief. She wasn't sure how she could answer the question.
("That's the best you could think of?" Shut up!)
"Anyway, now that the androids are gone, we're thinking of getting Capsule Corp. back in business." Bulma smiled and sipped her tea.
("Gee, they sure switch conversations fast, don't they?" Sara, are YOU writing this story? "No." Then shut up and let me write! *Sara glares* "I think you're just writing this to take up space." *Danika's eyes close. She clenches a fist and one of those little anime vein crosses appears on her forehead.* DO YOU WANT THIS FANFICTION OR NOT?! I'M THE GENIUS HERE, SO SIT DOWN, KEEP QUIET AND LET ME WRITE! "Uh, Danika?" Grrr..... What in the name of Kami is it now?! "You just wasted more than half a page yelling at me..." Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!...*Danika takes some deep breaths to calm down and then continues writing after giving Sara a warning glare.*)
"Yawn,...sorry," said Sara.
"It's okay. I don't blame you for being tired; you've had a rough day."
"By any chance do you have an extra room?"
"Are you kidding? In this place? Heck, we can get you five extra rooms."
"Uh...one will be fine, thanks."
"Trunks, why don't you take Sara to one of the guest rooms?"
"Kay."
Trunks and Sara walked down the hall 'til they came to a stop at a door on the left.
"Good night."
"Good night."
Sara smiled as Trunks walked off. It wasn't long before she fell in a deep sleep. For the first time in a long time, she felt safe. There was something about that boy...
("Yeah! He's hot!" Sara, for the love of Dende, will you please SHUT UP!)
Bulma, who was still seated in the living room, sipped her tea and grinned. 'They would make a perfect couple. My woman's intuition is never wrong. Yeah, something big is going to happen......I just know it!'
And for once, Bulma's "woman's intuition" was right. Something big iuwasiu going to happen. But not now, no, now was the time for rest. Soon, both Bulma and Trunks decided to turn into bed.
(YES in separate rooms! For all you weirdos out there!)
Bulma soon fell sleep. Trunks, however, was still wondering about the mysterious girl he had rescued. There was something...unusual about her, but he couldn't put his finger on it...Maybe he was just imagining things,...then again, maybe not. That night, Sara had a peaceful sleep, filled with dreams about the day ahead, and the dashing boy that had saved her. And so our story begins...
