Sorry, I don't own Dragonball Z.
This is a continuation of the story The Love of My Life. It involves Mirai Trunks and a girl he meets that is very similar to his old girlfriend… Please r&r!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Another Time, Another Place, Another Chance
Chapter 1
Samantha sat on a park bench sketching the park. At the moment, she was only watching children playing, people walking, and talking, and a man throwing a Frisbee to his dog. She sat with her hands folded on her large sketchpad on her lap. Her green eyes roamed from person to person, from tree to flower patch, trying to find something interesting or exciting to draw for her college art class.
Nothing interesting was happening so she decided to draw the old man sitting beside her that was fast asleep. After finishing, she got up and walked through the park to her car by a busy street.
"There's that new book store," Samantha noticed excitedly when she looked across the street. "I'm excited about a book store…no wonder I don't have a boyfriend." She wasn't in a rush to get home, so she decided to look inside.
Sam ended up spending most of the day in that bookstore. She had forgotten the time by reading the new Stephen King novel.
"I have to get home!" she realized a little too late. Sam was supposed to meet her mother for lunch at 2:00pm, but it was now 8:00pm and dark. "Mom has probably already called the police to report her missing daughter. Crap, crap, crap," she muttered as she walked down the sidewalk to her car.
A man appeared out of no where—literally. Right in front of Sam in fact, but his back was to her and he didn't see her. She stopped and observed him as he looked around and started walking to the end of the street. Samantha was curious about him and followed him quietly as best as she could.
The man turned the corner, Sam followed close behind and ran right into him.
"Why are you following me?" he asked in a cold voice looking down at her.
Sam stood absolutely still and wide-eyed, not being able to think of anything to say or do. He was tense, but did not look like he would harm her. His face was unreadable, neither marked by anger or curiosity, or any emotion at all.
"Well," he asked in the same tone.
"I…I um…" she stammered, desperately trying to find something to say in her blank mind. She opted for the truth. "I saw you appear out of thin air…I was curious about you and followed you." She took a nervous step back from the strong muscular man in front of her, who she knew could crush her like a bug before she could even blink.
He watched her, but said nothing.
"I think this is a bad idea, I shouldn't have done this! I'm in so much trouble, he might kill me! People are crazy these days. Why did I have to follow this guy?" she thought anxiously.
"I probably shouldn't have followed you," she continued. "What right do I have to follow you? …So…um…I'm just going to leave you alone now. Bye!" She quickly turned around and started to run to her car.
"Wait," she heard him say.
She froze mid run and slowly turned around to face him.
"This is it, he's pissed at me and now I'm going to die. Well, I've lived an okay life, could've been better, but oh well."
"I need an apartment to stay in," he said in a nicer tone of voice. "Do you know of anywhere I can stay?"
"Not really," she answered, becoming calmer, but still ready to run if she had to. "I don't think you would be able to get one right now anyway."
He grunted. She tensed.
They stood in silence for a while. Then he held out his hand. Sam jumped back.
"I won't hurt you," he said stepping farther into the light so that she could see he meant no harm. "My name is Trunks."
"That's a strange name, even for a nickname. Are you a boxer or something?"
"No," he said smiling. "It's my real name."
Sam smiled and nodded, not believing him. "I see. Well, my name is Samantha."
"Hi Samantha."
"Gosh he's cute! He has a great smile," she thought.
They stared into each other's eyes, but Trunks soon turned away as if he were in pain looking at her.
"Well," he said. "Thanks for your help. I'd better get going."
"Okay," she said. "Bye Trunks."
He nodded and turned, continuing to walk towards wherever it was that he was heading to with his hands in his pockets.
Sam smiled and started walking back towards her car yet again. Suddenly, as she walked by an alley, a man in black jumped out at her. She managed to let out a short lived scream, but the man covered her mouth. Like any other person would, she panicked, but she felt as though this had happened to her before, though it never had. She struggled the best that she could, but she was just so scared that she passed out just as she faintly heard a thud.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Thanks for reading, please review now that you have read it.
This is a continuation of the story The Love of My Life. It involves Mirai Trunks and a girl he meets that is very similar to his old girlfriend… Please r&r!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Another Time, Another Place, Another Chance
Chapter 1
Samantha sat on a park bench sketching the park. At the moment, she was only watching children playing, people walking, and talking, and a man throwing a Frisbee to his dog. She sat with her hands folded on her large sketchpad on her lap. Her green eyes roamed from person to person, from tree to flower patch, trying to find something interesting or exciting to draw for her college art class.
Nothing interesting was happening so she decided to draw the old man sitting beside her that was fast asleep. After finishing, she got up and walked through the park to her car by a busy street.
"There's that new book store," Samantha noticed excitedly when she looked across the street. "I'm excited about a book store…no wonder I don't have a boyfriend." She wasn't in a rush to get home, so she decided to look inside.
Sam ended up spending most of the day in that bookstore. She had forgotten the time by reading the new Stephen King novel.
"I have to get home!" she realized a little too late. Sam was supposed to meet her mother for lunch at 2:00pm, but it was now 8:00pm and dark. "Mom has probably already called the police to report her missing daughter. Crap, crap, crap," she muttered as she walked down the sidewalk to her car.
A man appeared out of no where—literally. Right in front of Sam in fact, but his back was to her and he didn't see her. She stopped and observed him as he looked around and started walking to the end of the street. Samantha was curious about him and followed him quietly as best as she could.
The man turned the corner, Sam followed close behind and ran right into him.
"Why are you following me?" he asked in a cold voice looking down at her.
Sam stood absolutely still and wide-eyed, not being able to think of anything to say or do. He was tense, but did not look like he would harm her. His face was unreadable, neither marked by anger or curiosity, or any emotion at all.
"Well," he asked in the same tone.
"I…I um…" she stammered, desperately trying to find something to say in her blank mind. She opted for the truth. "I saw you appear out of thin air…I was curious about you and followed you." She took a nervous step back from the strong muscular man in front of her, who she knew could crush her like a bug before she could even blink.
He watched her, but said nothing.
"I think this is a bad idea, I shouldn't have done this! I'm in so much trouble, he might kill me! People are crazy these days. Why did I have to follow this guy?" she thought anxiously.
"I probably shouldn't have followed you," she continued. "What right do I have to follow you? …So…um…I'm just going to leave you alone now. Bye!" She quickly turned around and started to run to her car.
"Wait," she heard him say.
She froze mid run and slowly turned around to face him.
"This is it, he's pissed at me and now I'm going to die. Well, I've lived an okay life, could've been better, but oh well."
"I need an apartment to stay in," he said in a nicer tone of voice. "Do you know of anywhere I can stay?"
"Not really," she answered, becoming calmer, but still ready to run if she had to. "I don't think you would be able to get one right now anyway."
He grunted. She tensed.
They stood in silence for a while. Then he held out his hand. Sam jumped back.
"I won't hurt you," he said stepping farther into the light so that she could see he meant no harm. "My name is Trunks."
"That's a strange name, even for a nickname. Are you a boxer or something?"
"No," he said smiling. "It's my real name."
Sam smiled and nodded, not believing him. "I see. Well, my name is Samantha."
"Hi Samantha."
"Gosh he's cute! He has a great smile," she thought.
They stared into each other's eyes, but Trunks soon turned away as if he were in pain looking at her.
"Well," he said. "Thanks for your help. I'd better get going."
"Okay," she said. "Bye Trunks."
He nodded and turned, continuing to walk towards wherever it was that he was heading to with his hands in his pockets.
Sam smiled and started walking back towards her car yet again. Suddenly, as she walked by an alley, a man in black jumped out at her. She managed to let out a short lived scream, but the man covered her mouth. Like any other person would, she panicked, but she felt as though this had happened to her before, though it never had. She struggled the best that she could, but she was just so scared that she passed out just as she faintly heard a thud.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Thanks for reading, please review now that you have read it.