The Dimensional Divide

Notes: This is rated M mostly for language in the beginning, although it will contain violence and some suggestive themes. As per the guidelines, violent acts and suggestive themes will not be explicit. This story will also touch on some serious mental health issues as well as some other serious issues. Also, this story is categorized as a Romance/Adventure but it will contain many genres including: humor, drama, mystery, and others. Much of this story will also be from the OC main character's point of view but it may shift to Trunks' point of view at times. I'd like to keep only mostly one point of view per chapter. This story will also cover events from Dragon Ball Z and Dragon Ball Super so please tell me if there are any inconsistencies; events can be hard to keep track of after all. There may be some spoilers if you haven't seen at least to the Future Trunks arc of Dragon Ball Super.

If you don't like introductions so much then you can skip to the next chapter. Both this chapter and the next are of similar events but from two different points of view so if you really find introduction chapters kind of boring then chapter 2 is from Trunks' point of view. It might be a little more interesting since he is a familiar character.

1. Hope

I never knew where I was going, I suppose nobody does. Drifting through life, I tried to do everything I could correctly. Life isn't like a game; I can't reset if something goes wrong. I wanted to be careful and cautious when making any decision because in one way or another it would follow me throughout my life. I'm sure people think I'm being too serious, like maybe I haven't lived. I do take risks, but they are calculated ones.

So far, things have been good. Nothing is great or bad, but somewhere in the middle. When I finished college I moved away from home, got a decent job, and a small but comfortable apartment. The job paid the bills but it wasn't anything special. I worked, came home, ate, watched shows, played games, and went to bed. I know it sounds boring but, it was safe. Hey, sometimes I showered and did laundry during the week. Yeah, I know that's boring too.

Having moved away from my hometown, I didn't have any close friends to hang out with or anywhere I wanted to go. I didn't know the area and didn't care to I suppose; I'm kind of an introvert. Still, the days were mostly peaceful and I know peace can be really boring. People want excitement don't they? Conflict and uncertainty come with excitement. I'm alright with uncertainty; it's the reason I moved to a new town in the first place, but conflict I could do without. Conflict leads to pain, anger and death. I'd rather my boring peace than any of that. I'll leave conflict in the pages of books.

I pride myself on being practical. At age twenty six I was a responsible adult. I could take care of myself and pay bills/taxes. I don't think anyone likes the bills and taxes part though. Being an adult sure was fun. Could you feel my slight sarcasm in that last statement? No matter how practical I am, I'm not happy. I'm not sad either but merely empty, like something is missing. Now I know what you might be thinking: Hope, you just need a boyfriend. Oh yeah, my name is Hope. Sorry I didn't introduce myself at the beginning. I'm kind of bad at this whole "write about yourself" thing.

I'm a brunette with green eyes and I think I'm average looking. I guess it depends on your definition of average. I don't think I have any special traits. I definitely don't have any talents.

I sighed while staring down at the page, trying to remember why I was doing this again. It was to organize my thoughts wasn't it? I suppose it didn't matter how it is written then. It's not like anyone was going to read it. Putting the pen on the paper, I continued.

Anyway, if I just needed companionship I would just get a pet. I don't need a guy to fill that role. Plus, if I just need that then I would have felt fine when I was with my friends and family. It's just that no matter what, I feel like I am missing something. It's not depression at all, but more like just an unfulfilled feeling. I did everything right didn't I? What did I miss?

I tapped the pen on the desk while examining the last sentence. What did I miss? I thought I had started this off strong, but it all puttered out in the end. So, was that my problem? Was I unfulfilled? I suppose I did find myself staring at the sky a lot wondering if there was any point to anything. I guess, maybe I want a purpose.

In frustration, I ruffled my hair into a mess. People must feel this from time to time. I can't be the only one. Dammit.

I needed to get my mind off of this. The trash needed to be taken out anyway. I picked up the paper and crumpled it up quickly before throwing it out. Tying up the bag, I dragged it out to the dumpster and tossed it in. I sighed for the hundredth time today as I rubbed my arms for warmth. It was spring but the air was still kind of cold at night. I had caught myself looking up at the stars again with an absent mind. Why was I like this?

I made my way briskly inside again only to sit down on the couch and stare. The apartment was quiet; it was always quiet. At this time of night everyone was sleeping. Why was I still awake? I didn't know what I wanted. Maybe if I just watched something it will put me to sleep so I could forget about this. If I put on something I've already seen before then I wouldn't have to pay attention to it. I tried connecting to Netflix on the Wii U but after a few failed attempts I checked the modem and the internet was out. Great.

Whatever, I didn't feel like messing with it. Looking through my small collection of movies and shows I was deciding between DBZ and Yu Yu Hakusho. Well I hadn't seen Yu Yu Hakusho in a while so I put the Dark Tournament Saga on. Maybe next time DBZ. Turning out the lights and lying in bed, my head still spun with irritating thoughts. I don't need a boyfriend. I'd hate to seek someone just because I need a purpose in life. I mean, that's ridiculous to think that a relationship would fix anything. No, if it happens it happens. I'm just empty like the sky with drifting clouds that have no particular direction, always drifting. Somewhere among my doubt I fell asleep to the changing glow of the television.

I woke up in the afternoon feeling a little better. Maybe I would do something different today; it was one of my only days off of work after all. I got dressed to go out and placed my phone in my pocket with my debit card. Briskly walking down the stairs and out of the building I went to the back woods. I'm not really sure if you could really call them woods exactly but there was a small group of trees and a little creek that ran along the back of the building by the parking lot. If you walked along a path there for a while it would bring you out to a grocery store where I was going to find something delicious to eat.

The sun was bright and the leaves were just starting to bud on the trees again; it was definitely spring. It was a normal average spring day. I guess that's why I didn't expect anything odd to happen. I didn't think anything of it when I was walking down the small dirt path and it became slightly darker. I thought maybe it was cloud cover or the trees where just blocking the sun. Some of the light even seemed to have a purple tint to it. Maybe a storm was rolling in? I looked up at the sky to see a haze of purple and blue. Weird, it was sunny a minute ago.

That's when the sense of dread hit me. My heart started beating faster as I looked around at the now dark forest. No matter which direction I looked I couldn't see very far, as if a black fog obscured my vision. A dark hole formed on the ground in front of me and like some stupid fucking idiot I didn't do anything when it expanded. Maybe fear had taken control of me. I was frozen until the ground seemed to fall beneath me.

I instinctively screamed but who would hear me? I was falling fast. Confused and frightened, I only remember darkness then tons of bright lights while wind whipped past my ears. The lights only increased until even my closed eyes couldn't take it then the unimaginable pain set in. I didn't even hear my own scream before passing out, or at least I can only assume I passed out because I couldn't remember anything after that.

I had hoped I was dreaming until I woke up with a pounding headache, and an achy pain everywhere else. I winced while sitting up slowly; the motion really hurt my head. I never felt anything like this before; what happened? Looking around, my heart stopped. I wasn't at my house, this wasn't my bed, and it was dark outside. My mind was consumed by two questions: where was I and what happened?

I pulled the covers off and got out of the bed. I still had my same clothes on but they were a little dirty and torn in a few places. I checked my pocket to find my phone was still there with my card. I checked my phone to see that it had been six hours since I left the house but I didn't have any signal and no Wifi connections available. Great, just great.

I coughed but didn't expect it to hurt as much as it did. I looked over myself to check my condition but I really did seem fine; I was only a little dirty with a few scrapes. Dammit, why did everything hurt so much? Did I fall off a cliff or get hit by a car?

The room itself seemed pretty normal, but judging by the sparse amount of furniture or decoration, it seemed like some kind of spare bedroom. I went to the door and opened it to a hallway that curved around out of sight. Was this building round? It was kind of empty in the hall with other doors nearby. Looking back at my own door I noticed it had a letter and number: B9. Maybe this was a hospital. That's the only thing that made sense.

"Hey, you're awake," a male voice said as he quickly walked up to me.

He had lavender hair that was buzzed under a bit then straight cut across. I'm not sure what that kind of haircut is called but lavender hair, you don't see that every day. His clothes seemed pretty normal, dark pants and a black sleeveless shirt. This only showed off how muscular he was, I mean jeez, roids much?

He seemed kind of serious when looking at me, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah . . . I'm okay," I think, "Just a pounding headache and soreness."

I rubbed my head again, it defiantly wasn't getting any better, "If you don't mind me asking: who are you?"

"My name is Trunks," he answered, still serious.

Trunks? Now that he said it, he really did kind of look like Trunks from DBZ. He was a pretty good cosplayer.

I laughed, "Ha, nice. I get it but what's your real name?"

For once his expression changed, "Get what? My name is Trunks."

Was he really going to keep it up? He must be committed or something, "Yeah, right. Anyway, were you the one that brought me here?"

"Yeah, I found you in a crater outside the city," he said, still a little offended from my last question.

"A crater?" I repeated, "What do you mean a crater?"

He seemed to become serious again, "I saw a strange meteor fall from the sky and when I went to check it out, you were there in the middle of it all. I was surprised you weren't in worse shape."

A meteor? This was way too crazy or maybe this guy was the one that was crazy.

"O-kay. So what hospital is this?" I asked, hoping that at least I could figure out where I was now.

"Hospital?" he said, puzzled, "This isn't a hospital, it's the Capsule Corp. headquarters."

What the heck was he getting out of this? "Can you just cut the crap? I'm in a lot of pain alright."

I felt the cough come on again as it pained me way too much. Why did it hurt so much to cough?

He was suddenly concerned, "You don't look so good. Maybe you should go rest again. My mother already called for a doctor."

"Oh and I suppose your mother is Bulma, right?" I asked sarcastically after the fit subsided, but he seemed genuinely shocked by my comment.

"How did you know my mother's name is Bulma?" he asked.

He was a really good actor.

"Everyone knows that. Look, you play the part well but I really need some help so I'm going to find the doctor myself. If you are the one that helped me then thanks but stay away from me alright. I'm not amused by your antics right now," I told him before pushing past him.

His expression was incomprehensible. Was he mad, surprised or hurt? I didn't know. Either way, I found it in poor taste to be acting when I was clearly not well. Plus, I didn't even know him. Did he even know me? Why would someone mess with an injured person?

He quickly blocked my path and was glaring at me from what I can tell, "Who are you and why are you here?"

"What? You're the one that brought me here," I stated, confused by his question.

"Why did you come to Earth?" he rephrased his questioned more seriously.

This was really starting to freak me out, "You're crazy, just let me pass."

I tried to move past him but he gripped my wrist this time. Now he really had my full attention. I tried to pull away but he was way too strong.

I could tell that he was trying to keep his voice level, "Please, just tell me who- no, what are you and why did you come to Earth?"

I should make a note not to refuse crazy people.

I guess I should at least answer his questions or he may become more hostile, "I'm . . . human. My name is Hope. I live here on Earth. Specifically I live in a town called Alden."

His eyes widened a little, "That can't be."

He looked to the side with a thoughtful expression. What was he trying to figure out?

"How do you know my mother and what do you mean by 'everybody knows'?" He questioned further.

"It's basically common knowledge, just like I know your father is Vegeta too," I answered, playing along as to not upset him.

It was really weird to have this kind of conversation and I wasn't really in the mood for it. Why was I in so much pain?

Luckily this shook him. His grip loosened as he stared at me in astonishment, "Are you . . . from a different time?"

I felt a coughing fit come on again and as I painfully cleared my lungs I noticed that this time I hacked up blood. The sight of it scared me. Was I going to die? I don't know if it was just my shock or body giving out on me, but my vision was becoming blurry and my legs lost their strength.

As I slid to the floor I could hardly hear what the Trunks impersonator in front of me was saying. Was I passing out again? It felt like something was crawling up my neck and I couldn't breathe. Was my vision getting darker? It was so painful. Was I going to die here with this crazy person? I didn't want to, not yet. Please, not yet.

Notes: Hopefully that wasn't too weird. It'll all make more sense in time of course. I also didn't want to make this chapter too long because it's an introduction so it's only about 2000 words while most of my other chapters are 8000 or so. Rarely do they go over 9000 . . . yeah sorry, bad joke. Anyway, things are a little slow are first but I really try to keep people in character as much as possible.

By the way, Alden was a town I visited once. It was really cute so I decided to use the name in this chapter.