Disclaimer: I do not claim anything. Sadly, I own no books, only randomly
written publications no one should ever no about. This happens to be one of
them. I claim no ownership of the Book: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the
Galaxy, or its sequels. This is just a story on what happens to Trillian
after she and the group are separated. Pretty much the problem on how she
should have a child, and a way to figure this all out. This is her story.
Before she goes to Arthur Dent to give him his daughter, yet after she
leaves the group and becomes a reporter. Oh yeah, I once again claim NO
ownership in regard to that legendary book. Anyhow, this is my disclaimer,
and my first story! Avante! (Please give me some kind of review, I am kind
of new to the whole gig, and need a gentle push in the wrong direction)
There is no prologue, for the prologue is everything before Trillian's
departure.
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Trillian slowly crept through the halls of the Heart of Gold so as not to cause a stir. She was hoping to leave before Zaphod even knew she was gone. The noises of speech were coming in through the door, and Trillian listened intently to the conversation before her departure. "I wonder if Zaphod has come out of his coma yet? Arthur...Arthur! Wake up! I'm talking to you!" Stated Ford Prefect while he stared out into space. Arthur just sat down and snored loudly, taking in the entire view of the galaxy within his eyelids. Trillian crept by slowly while they continued the conversation, and reached the teleporter just in time. "Where's Trillian going?" Mumbled Zaphod's left head while he walked into the cockpit of the Heart of Gold. "I don't know...where do you think she is going?" asked Ford. "Uhhnn.uhnn.uhnn? Uhn!" Stated Arthur in his slumber. Both Ford and Zaphod looked at him, although one of Zaphod's heads lolled in its slumbering state itself. "Do we splash him with water? Or is it better to leave him there while we disappear?" asked Zaphod. "I say leave him," replied Ford. So, they left Arthur to better things, and Arthur decided to wake up. "Computer...where did everybody go?" he asked to the air. "Have a happy day Arthur, and hopefully I hope you know that I am trying to be as happy and helpful as possible towards you." Said the Computer. "Computer! Just tell me where they went!" Arthur argued. "Oh, they just went somewhere else, I don't know the precise location...but that's ok!" Arthur gave up, and decided to go and look for himself. He vanished outside of the room, and traveled to the teleporter. "Geez...we make him tea and everything, and this is what we get for it?" the Computer argued to no one.
Back to Trillian. She managed to vanish before the whole Arthur vs. Computer battle, and was nicely on her way to Urea Minor. Upon her arrival, three things happened to her in rapid succession. First, the sun struck her left temple, and reflected into her eyes, leaving a lovely shine and annoyance to her eyes. Two, a small alien race living on a sugar cube went to war with another race living in her stomach acid. The race on the cube knew themselves as Glargle'spits, while the race in the acid thought themselves as Filxchers. Mainly the war began when a Glargle'spits princess fell in love with a Filxchers princess, and the races disagreed with them both. For one, the Glargle'spits looked like cottage cheese mixed with some ant borax's, while the Filxchers seemed to be reminiscent of slime. The clashing of homosexuality was also an issue, and the two races decided that war was best for all of them. In the next few seconds it didn't matter anyways because both races were crushed by the last occurrence to Trillian. A miniscule spaceship from a close galaxy had decided to visit Urea Minor, and was somehow trapped within Trillian. In her stomach it blasted the two races to bits and dissolved in her acids.
Trillian slowly crept through the halls of the Heart of Gold so as not to cause a stir. She was hoping to leave before Zaphod even knew she was gone. The noises of speech were coming in through the door, and Trillian listened intently to the conversation before her departure. "I wonder if Zaphod has come out of his coma yet? Arthur...Arthur! Wake up! I'm talking to you!" Stated Ford Prefect while he stared out into space. Arthur just sat down and snored loudly, taking in the entire view of the galaxy within his eyelids. Trillian crept by slowly while they continued the conversation, and reached the teleporter just in time. "Where's Trillian going?" Mumbled Zaphod's left head while he walked into the cockpit of the Heart of Gold. "I don't know...where do you think she is going?" asked Ford. "Uhhnn.uhnn.uhnn? Uhn!" Stated Arthur in his slumber. Both Ford and Zaphod looked at him, although one of Zaphod's heads lolled in its slumbering state itself. "Do we splash him with water? Or is it better to leave him there while we disappear?" asked Zaphod. "I say leave him," replied Ford. So, they left Arthur to better things, and Arthur decided to wake up. "Computer...where did everybody go?" he asked to the air. "Have a happy day Arthur, and hopefully I hope you know that I am trying to be as happy and helpful as possible towards you." Said the Computer. "Computer! Just tell me where they went!" Arthur argued. "Oh, they just went somewhere else, I don't know the precise location...but that's ok!" Arthur gave up, and decided to go and look for himself. He vanished outside of the room, and traveled to the teleporter. "Geez...we make him tea and everything, and this is what we get for it?" the Computer argued to no one.
Back to Trillian. She managed to vanish before the whole Arthur vs. Computer battle, and was nicely on her way to Urea Minor. Upon her arrival, three things happened to her in rapid succession. First, the sun struck her left temple, and reflected into her eyes, leaving a lovely shine and annoyance to her eyes. Two, a small alien race living on a sugar cube went to war with another race living in her stomach acid. The race on the cube knew themselves as Glargle'spits, while the race in the acid thought themselves as Filxchers. Mainly the war began when a Glargle'spits princess fell in love with a Filxchers princess, and the races disagreed with them both. For one, the Glargle'spits looked like cottage cheese mixed with some ant borax's, while the Filxchers seemed to be reminiscent of slime. The clashing of homosexuality was also an issue, and the two races decided that war was best for all of them. In the next few seconds it didn't matter anyways because both races were crushed by the last occurrence to Trillian. A miniscule spaceship from a close galaxy had decided to visit Urea Minor, and was somehow trapped within Trillian. In her stomach it blasted the two races to bits and dissolved in her acids.