Hidden Pasts
Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING with Dbz. (Sniff . . .Trunks . . .) Oh, and I fixed all of my chapters so they're easier to read. (hopefully) Summary: This story doesn't exactly follow the format that was in the show.
Eh . . .yeah, ok it's about future Trunks and stuff, and he goes to collage! And the best part is he's forced to take ballet for extra class. He meets a new girl in this class, and the funny thing is, he remembers her from somewhere. He can't stop thinking about some of the bizarre things that happen with her, and they have lots in common. But exactly how much? What is she hiding from him that could turn his world upside down? Read to find out. I love ballet; hey, I take ballet classes, so nothing against people who do it. Well, I thought it would be funny imagining him in tights. . .or extremely seductive. . .or maybe really gross. Ok, done rambling, let's get on with it. Hope you like it!
There had been many years of pain and suffering . . .death had become so regular it was considered normal among the citizens of the towns that were attacked by the evil duo of androids known as android 17 and 18. These horrible creatures were created for the sole purpose to destroy all of mankind. Does that sound like a cliché, or what? Yes, this sounds all too familiar to a band of warriors called the Z team. They all tried their luck on defeating the monsters, but all who went up against them perished. Without Goku, who died before everything started, they lost much of their strength. Even Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyans, who was said to be one of the most powerful beings in the universe, was shot down. No one could defeat them.
Gohan, son of Goku, has been dead for 11 years, being the second to last person to fight. Chi-Chi went before him. The androids killed them both, and are greatly missed by their loved ones, especially by a young man named Trunks Briefs, the one who defeated the androids. You might be wondering why I'm telling you all of this, right? Well the story I wish to tell you takes place in the future timeline, where the 19 year-old, purple-haired sayain had enrolled collage, now an Orange Star University student. Not only that, he's in a certain program that makes his life so much tougher. This makes it so he's able to graduate in about a year, but has many classes a day, and they're four times harder. Yes, the demi-saiyan had even enrolled in ballet, to his dismay. His lessons were a secret well guarded until now. His mother forced him to take it up to that point, so he wouldn't be spending all of his time with training. Don't get him wrong, he enjoyed it, it's just it's not always the best way to come out looking tough. He needed an extra class; so the head office looked at his résumé, saw he took ballet, and bam! Now he was stuck. In spite of his bad mood, he told himself that this wasn't going to get him down, perhaps it would be fun.
For the first time in his life, Trunks felt somewhat happy. This was a time of peace, he could finally move on . . .and away from the pain of his past. But despite of this notion, he felt a little voice in the back of his mind. Something that keeps making him hold on to the past, as if it wasn't done with him . . . but any who, who cares! Trunks Briefs was a strappin' collage student now. He had a chance to live a normal life for once, and not have to worry about fighting, or saving the world . . . absolutely nothing could go wrong this year, nothing that would affect him.
Oh, how very wrong he was.
Chapter 1:
The First Day
Trunks rushed with his bag, trying hastily to fix the strap to go over his shoulder. He threw his ballet shoes in it and looked at the clock.
"I'm gonna be late!" he gasped frantically as he ran out of his dorm. It was his first day to ballet, second at Orange Star University. He muttered as he jumped up the steps and down the hall full of classroom. His words soundings a lot like "I really wish I didn't have to go."
"Room 236, 237, um..." he said as he ran past the doors, "ah, room 238, and with a minute to spare."
He threw on his shoes and sat down on the clothes box. He sighed rather half-heartedly. He didn't really want to be there, he was just kinda forced to. He needed an extra class to make up for his last credits. But he smiled anyways. He had made some friends already and was doing just fine for his first week there.
Just as he finished, a woman about 30 years old ran into the room. She was of petite size and had long brown hair tied back in a bun. Her eyes were warm and gray, but it looked like they could turn cold the instant something went wrong.
"Sorry, I was held in up in traffic." She exclaimed with a little laugh, and gazed around, counting the amount of people, "Is everyone here? Hm . . . just about, so I guess I'll start. I'm Madame Minkaso, I have been teaching here for about seven years. Is there any questions about my experiences?" she asked. Everyone shook their heads, so she continued, "Well, I'll be your ballet instructor for your time here at Orange Star. I hope you take your time here seriously, and that I don't have to explain certain rules to everyone. I'm positive that everyone has a certain amount of maturity, so I can trust that you all can contain yourselves for a next period's time. If you don't act appropriately, I can assure you that you won't be having much fun here. Any questions now? Good. Ok, grab the bars and pull 'em out." So everyone did what they were told and soon the room was filled with the sound of scraping and the positioning of the balance bars.
"Well, I know most of you from last year, so I'll have you go with your old partners. That is, unless any of you have any requests? No? Then I guess I'll go on to the new people after you guys warm up. Ok, lemme hit the music." And with that, Madame Minkaso ran over and turned on the c.d. player.
"Ok, ready," she said as she place a hand delicately on the balance bar, "Plies down, and up, down and up, pour de bra back, and up. And on your toes, and hold it then come down. Now pour de bra forward, back up again, and repeat."
She did the moves over and over with the students for a minute or so before stopping to make corrections. Five minutes later, they stopped all together.
"Now, like I do every year, I pair up people with dance partners. Ok, now Julie, I'd like to pair you up with Jake, Manda with Jano..." and she continued down the line, putting people together for a few minutes before reaching Trunks, the only person left. "We were suppose to get another student today, but I guess she's not here yet. Trunks, right? Well, can you manage one day without a --"
But she interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.
"Oh, that must be her. Hold on, class." And with a swish, she was out the door, only to reappear in a matter of seconds.
"Ok, everyone, this is Serina, (no, not sailor moon, I just love that name. And see, it's not spelled the same!) and she's in the same program as Trunks, so she had some trouble getting here." and in popped a girl who was absolutely nothing like the other girls. She was of medium height, and had her brownish-blond hair tied in a bun, a few stray hairs grazing her face. She wasn't horribly skinny, her figure was a little shapelier. But her best feature was her eyes, which were a soft blue, and very friendly, kind of familiar to Trunk, actually. She was rather pretty, but not overwhelmingly so. She had a sort of natural beauty about her that you don't see every day. She smiled shyly at the class.
"Hi." was all she said as she examined everyone. Trunks looked at her, and he suddenly felt that he'd met her somewhere before. She moved her head as she looked around. The feeling still swarming in his mind, he stared more intently at her, but try as he might, he couldn't recall anything.
"Serina, dear, we've already warmed up and partnered up. You're with Trunks." Madame said, pointing him out. Trunks felt himself go red as the girl's intense gaze rested on him.
"Whoa..." she said to herself quietly, making her way over to him, " the dude's kinda hot." She blushed at her own remark, normally she wouldn't say that about people she was about to meet, "well, living with only an old man can make you lonely...and he seems nice enough." she pondered a little as she reached him.
"Hi, I'm Trunks." He exclaimed, extending a hand while trying to sound older than 13, but with no success. His voice cracked slightly, anyways. 'STUPID!' he thought helplessly.
"I kinda gathered that," she took his hand in hers and gave a firm shake. She gave a laugh, her voice ringing in Trunks' head, though not it a bad way, "So, you like it here?" she asked, her beautiful eyes looking at his face.
"It's ok, I mean, the classes are hard, but that's to be expected. What's your major?"
"Oh, veterinary, but if that doesn't work, I'm also going for music education. I like working with animals and teaching kids how to play instruments. What's yours?"
"Medicine. I like to cut open things." He responded casually as she made a face of mock disgust.
"Chh, that's great. Whatever makes you happy."
Trunks smiled. Serina was the friendliest person he met so far. You didn't meet too many of those where he came from. The world had only just come out of a dark period. It had left people bitter and mistrusting. But she wasn't. He found it was very easy to talk to her, and ditto with Serina. She must not have seen as much as he did.
But then again, he wasn't all that bitter either.
"Well, is this class hard?" she asked, sinking into some stretches.
"I donno." he responded.
"I should've guessed that. No one has shown off their stuff yet?"
"Nuh-uh, not yet." He said, as he stared around at other classmates.
"Oh, that reminds me," said Madame, cutting into the conversation, " I almost forgot, I'd like to do a simple test to see how well you work with the music. It'll help me determine what we will be doing for the production at the end of the year, so everyone, in a line!"
All their jaws were on the floor. A test? Now? They all muttered their feelings under their breaths. But one by one they went, and did surprisingly well, and finally it was Trunks' turn.
He got in the middle of the room and did a pose. He felt ridicules. The music started and he was off. It was a slow tune, and Trunks worked with it the best he could. He did a few challenging jumps and gently moved across the floor.
He finished with a turn and posed yet again. He did extremely well. People were looking at him in a funny way. He was really good. And not just good good, really good. Professional good. After seeing how well her partner did, it was Serina's chance.
"How am I gonna pull this one off? I'm gonna look like a fool...ERG!!!" she exclaimed in a rush as her eye twitched. Some stared at her interestedly. She might be good looking, but she was a little strange.
She walked to the middle, and this time the music was a little faster. Serina slowly turned and walked threw some triplets, and went a little faster. She did some shanae turns and jumped high, but landed softly. She danced her way threw as if she had practiced it many times before.
She did one last pose. Everyone was in awe. How could these freshmen be so good? Class was over, and Madame called four students over, Serina and Trunks included. Both recognized the other two as Jake and Julie.
"You guys did well today. I know how hard it is trying to finish collage, and this program you're in doesn't make things easier. Missing work happens, and we've had problems with that. It affects your classes and ballet, too. I just don't want to see that happening. Thanks, that is all." They all murmured their goodbyes as Jake and Julie sped out of the room. They were pretty late.
"Oh, damn, one minute until class starts!" Trunks yelled, "I guess I'll see you later." and with a final wave he took off.
"Bye. Oh man, I'm gonna be late." She exclaimed. She looked around her. Not a soul was about. No one.
"Oh GREAT! Oh, yes, I can't believe my luck! Whoo!!!" and she was off like a bullet, not exaggerating in the slightest, to her next class. She had a smile played along her face, a familiar smile. Wait, I've seen that smile before. Who is this mysterious woman? To find out, tune in next time for Dragon Ball Z!
So whadaya guys think? How 'bout some reviews? Please? This is my first fic on this site, and I'm dieing to get some criticism. I'll except all types of reviews, but if you hate it, put me down gently, alright?
Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING with Dbz. (Sniff . . .Trunks . . .) Oh, and I fixed all of my chapters so they're easier to read. (hopefully) Summary: This story doesn't exactly follow the format that was in the show.
Eh . . .yeah, ok it's about future Trunks and stuff, and he goes to collage! And the best part is he's forced to take ballet for extra class. He meets a new girl in this class, and the funny thing is, he remembers her from somewhere. He can't stop thinking about some of the bizarre things that happen with her, and they have lots in common. But exactly how much? What is she hiding from him that could turn his world upside down? Read to find out. I love ballet; hey, I take ballet classes, so nothing against people who do it. Well, I thought it would be funny imagining him in tights. . .or extremely seductive. . .or maybe really gross. Ok, done rambling, let's get on with it. Hope you like it!
There had been many years of pain and suffering . . .death had become so regular it was considered normal among the citizens of the towns that were attacked by the evil duo of androids known as android 17 and 18. These horrible creatures were created for the sole purpose to destroy all of mankind. Does that sound like a cliché, or what? Yes, this sounds all too familiar to a band of warriors called the Z team. They all tried their luck on defeating the monsters, but all who went up against them perished. Without Goku, who died before everything started, they lost much of their strength. Even Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyans, who was said to be one of the most powerful beings in the universe, was shot down. No one could defeat them.
Gohan, son of Goku, has been dead for 11 years, being the second to last person to fight. Chi-Chi went before him. The androids killed them both, and are greatly missed by their loved ones, especially by a young man named Trunks Briefs, the one who defeated the androids. You might be wondering why I'm telling you all of this, right? Well the story I wish to tell you takes place in the future timeline, where the 19 year-old, purple-haired sayain had enrolled collage, now an Orange Star University student. Not only that, he's in a certain program that makes his life so much tougher. This makes it so he's able to graduate in about a year, but has many classes a day, and they're four times harder. Yes, the demi-saiyan had even enrolled in ballet, to his dismay. His lessons were a secret well guarded until now. His mother forced him to take it up to that point, so he wouldn't be spending all of his time with training. Don't get him wrong, he enjoyed it, it's just it's not always the best way to come out looking tough. He needed an extra class; so the head office looked at his résumé, saw he took ballet, and bam! Now he was stuck. In spite of his bad mood, he told himself that this wasn't going to get him down, perhaps it would be fun.
For the first time in his life, Trunks felt somewhat happy. This was a time of peace, he could finally move on . . .and away from the pain of his past. But despite of this notion, he felt a little voice in the back of his mind. Something that keeps making him hold on to the past, as if it wasn't done with him . . . but any who, who cares! Trunks Briefs was a strappin' collage student now. He had a chance to live a normal life for once, and not have to worry about fighting, or saving the world . . . absolutely nothing could go wrong this year, nothing that would affect him.
Oh, how very wrong he was.
Chapter 1:
The First Day
Trunks rushed with his bag, trying hastily to fix the strap to go over his shoulder. He threw his ballet shoes in it and looked at the clock.
"I'm gonna be late!" he gasped frantically as he ran out of his dorm. It was his first day to ballet, second at Orange Star University. He muttered as he jumped up the steps and down the hall full of classroom. His words soundings a lot like "I really wish I didn't have to go."
"Room 236, 237, um..." he said as he ran past the doors, "ah, room 238, and with a minute to spare."
He threw on his shoes and sat down on the clothes box. He sighed rather half-heartedly. He didn't really want to be there, he was just kinda forced to. He needed an extra class to make up for his last credits. But he smiled anyways. He had made some friends already and was doing just fine for his first week there.
Just as he finished, a woman about 30 years old ran into the room. She was of petite size and had long brown hair tied back in a bun. Her eyes were warm and gray, but it looked like they could turn cold the instant something went wrong.
"Sorry, I was held in up in traffic." She exclaimed with a little laugh, and gazed around, counting the amount of people, "Is everyone here? Hm . . . just about, so I guess I'll start. I'm Madame Minkaso, I have been teaching here for about seven years. Is there any questions about my experiences?" she asked. Everyone shook their heads, so she continued, "Well, I'll be your ballet instructor for your time here at Orange Star. I hope you take your time here seriously, and that I don't have to explain certain rules to everyone. I'm positive that everyone has a certain amount of maturity, so I can trust that you all can contain yourselves for a next period's time. If you don't act appropriately, I can assure you that you won't be having much fun here. Any questions now? Good. Ok, grab the bars and pull 'em out." So everyone did what they were told and soon the room was filled with the sound of scraping and the positioning of the balance bars.
"Well, I know most of you from last year, so I'll have you go with your old partners. That is, unless any of you have any requests? No? Then I guess I'll go on to the new people after you guys warm up. Ok, lemme hit the music." And with that, Madame Minkaso ran over and turned on the c.d. player.
"Ok, ready," she said as she place a hand delicately on the balance bar, "Plies down, and up, down and up, pour de bra back, and up. And on your toes, and hold it then come down. Now pour de bra forward, back up again, and repeat."
She did the moves over and over with the students for a minute or so before stopping to make corrections. Five minutes later, they stopped all together.
"Now, like I do every year, I pair up people with dance partners. Ok, now Julie, I'd like to pair you up with Jake, Manda with Jano..." and she continued down the line, putting people together for a few minutes before reaching Trunks, the only person left. "We were suppose to get another student today, but I guess she's not here yet. Trunks, right? Well, can you manage one day without a --"
But she interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.
"Oh, that must be her. Hold on, class." And with a swish, she was out the door, only to reappear in a matter of seconds.
"Ok, everyone, this is Serina, (no, not sailor moon, I just love that name. And see, it's not spelled the same!) and she's in the same program as Trunks, so she had some trouble getting here." and in popped a girl who was absolutely nothing like the other girls. She was of medium height, and had her brownish-blond hair tied in a bun, a few stray hairs grazing her face. She wasn't horribly skinny, her figure was a little shapelier. But her best feature was her eyes, which were a soft blue, and very friendly, kind of familiar to Trunk, actually. She was rather pretty, but not overwhelmingly so. She had a sort of natural beauty about her that you don't see every day. She smiled shyly at the class.
"Hi." was all she said as she examined everyone. Trunks looked at her, and he suddenly felt that he'd met her somewhere before. She moved her head as she looked around. The feeling still swarming in his mind, he stared more intently at her, but try as he might, he couldn't recall anything.
"Serina, dear, we've already warmed up and partnered up. You're with Trunks." Madame said, pointing him out. Trunks felt himself go red as the girl's intense gaze rested on him.
"Whoa..." she said to herself quietly, making her way over to him, " the dude's kinda hot." She blushed at her own remark, normally she wouldn't say that about people she was about to meet, "well, living with only an old man can make you lonely...and he seems nice enough." she pondered a little as she reached him.
"Hi, I'm Trunks." He exclaimed, extending a hand while trying to sound older than 13, but with no success. His voice cracked slightly, anyways. 'STUPID!' he thought helplessly.
"I kinda gathered that," she took his hand in hers and gave a firm shake. She gave a laugh, her voice ringing in Trunks' head, though not it a bad way, "So, you like it here?" she asked, her beautiful eyes looking at his face.
"It's ok, I mean, the classes are hard, but that's to be expected. What's your major?"
"Oh, veterinary, but if that doesn't work, I'm also going for music education. I like working with animals and teaching kids how to play instruments. What's yours?"
"Medicine. I like to cut open things." He responded casually as she made a face of mock disgust.
"Chh, that's great. Whatever makes you happy."
Trunks smiled. Serina was the friendliest person he met so far. You didn't meet too many of those where he came from. The world had only just come out of a dark period. It had left people bitter and mistrusting. But she wasn't. He found it was very easy to talk to her, and ditto with Serina. She must not have seen as much as he did.
But then again, he wasn't all that bitter either.
"Well, is this class hard?" she asked, sinking into some stretches.
"I donno." he responded.
"I should've guessed that. No one has shown off their stuff yet?"
"Nuh-uh, not yet." He said, as he stared around at other classmates.
"Oh, that reminds me," said Madame, cutting into the conversation, " I almost forgot, I'd like to do a simple test to see how well you work with the music. It'll help me determine what we will be doing for the production at the end of the year, so everyone, in a line!"
All their jaws were on the floor. A test? Now? They all muttered their feelings under their breaths. But one by one they went, and did surprisingly well, and finally it was Trunks' turn.
He got in the middle of the room and did a pose. He felt ridicules. The music started and he was off. It was a slow tune, and Trunks worked with it the best he could. He did a few challenging jumps and gently moved across the floor.
He finished with a turn and posed yet again. He did extremely well. People were looking at him in a funny way. He was really good. And not just good good, really good. Professional good. After seeing how well her partner did, it was Serina's chance.
"How am I gonna pull this one off? I'm gonna look like a fool...ERG!!!" she exclaimed in a rush as her eye twitched. Some stared at her interestedly. She might be good looking, but she was a little strange.
She walked to the middle, and this time the music was a little faster. Serina slowly turned and walked threw some triplets, and went a little faster. She did some shanae turns and jumped high, but landed softly. She danced her way threw as if she had practiced it many times before.
She did one last pose. Everyone was in awe. How could these freshmen be so good? Class was over, and Madame called four students over, Serina and Trunks included. Both recognized the other two as Jake and Julie.
"You guys did well today. I know how hard it is trying to finish collage, and this program you're in doesn't make things easier. Missing work happens, and we've had problems with that. It affects your classes and ballet, too. I just don't want to see that happening. Thanks, that is all." They all murmured their goodbyes as Jake and Julie sped out of the room. They were pretty late.
"Oh, damn, one minute until class starts!" Trunks yelled, "I guess I'll see you later." and with a final wave he took off.
"Bye. Oh man, I'm gonna be late." She exclaimed. She looked around her. Not a soul was about. No one.
"Oh GREAT! Oh, yes, I can't believe my luck! Whoo!!!" and she was off like a bullet, not exaggerating in the slightest, to her next class. She had a smile played along her face, a familiar smile. Wait, I've seen that smile before. Who is this mysterious woman? To find out, tune in next time for Dragon Ball Z!
So whadaya guys think? How 'bout some reviews? Please? This is my first fic on this site, and I'm dieing to get some criticism. I'll except all types of reviews, but if you hate it, put me down gently, alright?