An Idol's Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own either Dragonball Z or Sailor Moon (Although I would like to)
Trunks and Minako are the same age in this; I have them both aged at 18. (Nice hormone raging age don't you think?)
This is pretty much a prelude to better things yet to come. I promise if you stick with me it'll get ten thousand times better!
Copyright 2002 by Elizabeth Abbott
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Chapter 1 - Stranger in a strange land
Trunks opened his eyes. His head hurt like hell and he didn't remember where he was. All he remembered was falling. And falling, and falling, and falling, and finally hitting ground. So. . .where the hell was he? He looked around, not recognizing any of his surroundings. Something was seriously wrong. Trunks sat up, crossing his legs in front of him and trying to remember what happened before he was falling. A new enemy, one more powerful than he had ever faced. He stood up suddenly. 'Oh my God.' He thought 'I'm dead'.
"Who are you?" a voice rang from behind him.
He turned around suddenly. In front of him stood the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen before. She had flowing long blond hair, long legs, and beautiful blue eyes. He cringed, holding his head and crumbling from the pain of turning around to fast. He moaned as he went down, hitting his knees fast. The figure ran towards him and kneeled next to him, looking into his eyes with concern.
"You're hurt!" she cried, placing her hands on him and helping him stand back up.
"I'm fine" he grumbled lowly, embarrassed at his own weakness.
"No you're not, you're bleeding. . ." she exclaimed touching his head softly.
"It won't be the first time" he said, finally looking up at her. "I'm Trunks by the way"
She giggled "That's kind of a funny name. My name's Aino Minako." She smiled. "Come on, let's get some bandages on your head."
"No, I couldn't ask you to do that." He melted; she was not only beautiful, but also concerned for him! He didn't know where he was, but thank God for being here!
"I insist" she smiled, putting her arm in his and walking him up to her house.
'He's so handsome!' she thought to herself. He smiled weakly at her and followed obediently, knowing he wouldn't win the fight. 'But, he appeared out of no where, where the world did he come from?' Minako pondered. He stumbled a little bit occasionally, and she always picked him up when he did. They finally got into the house, where she sat him on a chair and began to bandage his head.
"Trunks, I hope you don't mind me asking, but where did you come from?" Minako pried, trying to get a handle on the mysterious man.
Trunks closed his eyes 'I don't know where I am, and I'm gonna sound stupid if I say I don't know' he thought 'I'm gonna play this up right'. He smiled weakly opening his eyes again.
"I don't know." He stammered. "All I remember is my name. . ."
"Oh my god you must have hit your head so hard you have amnesia!" she exclaimed throwing her arms around him. "I'll help you get your memory back, alright?"
He smiled. "Alright"
She pulled away from him and rushed out of the room for something. He felt horrible, she was such a sweet girl, and he hated to lie to her. But what else could he do? He just had this funny feeling in the pit of his stomach about her that he just loved. 'I'm gonna stay here as long as I can' he thought, 'maybe, just maybe, this is where I belong. . .'
Disclaimer: I do not own either Dragonball Z or Sailor Moon (Although I would like to)
Trunks and Minako are the same age in this; I have them both aged at 18. (Nice hormone raging age don't you think?)
This is pretty much a prelude to better things yet to come. I promise if you stick with me it'll get ten thousand times better!
Copyright 2002 by Elizabeth Abbott
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 1 - Stranger in a strange land
Trunks opened his eyes. His head hurt like hell and he didn't remember where he was. All he remembered was falling. And falling, and falling, and falling, and finally hitting ground. So. . .where the hell was he? He looked around, not recognizing any of his surroundings. Something was seriously wrong. Trunks sat up, crossing his legs in front of him and trying to remember what happened before he was falling. A new enemy, one more powerful than he had ever faced. He stood up suddenly. 'Oh my God.' He thought 'I'm dead'.
"Who are you?" a voice rang from behind him.
He turned around suddenly. In front of him stood the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen before. She had flowing long blond hair, long legs, and beautiful blue eyes. He cringed, holding his head and crumbling from the pain of turning around to fast. He moaned as he went down, hitting his knees fast. The figure ran towards him and kneeled next to him, looking into his eyes with concern.
"You're hurt!" she cried, placing her hands on him and helping him stand back up.
"I'm fine" he grumbled lowly, embarrassed at his own weakness.
"No you're not, you're bleeding. . ." she exclaimed touching his head softly.
"It won't be the first time" he said, finally looking up at her. "I'm Trunks by the way"
She giggled "That's kind of a funny name. My name's Aino Minako." She smiled. "Come on, let's get some bandages on your head."
"No, I couldn't ask you to do that." He melted; she was not only beautiful, but also concerned for him! He didn't know where he was, but thank God for being here!
"I insist" she smiled, putting her arm in his and walking him up to her house.
'He's so handsome!' she thought to herself. He smiled weakly at her and followed obediently, knowing he wouldn't win the fight. 'But, he appeared out of no where, where the world did he come from?' Minako pondered. He stumbled a little bit occasionally, and she always picked him up when he did. They finally got into the house, where she sat him on a chair and began to bandage his head.
"Trunks, I hope you don't mind me asking, but where did you come from?" Minako pried, trying to get a handle on the mysterious man.
Trunks closed his eyes 'I don't know where I am, and I'm gonna sound stupid if I say I don't know' he thought 'I'm gonna play this up right'. He smiled weakly opening his eyes again.
"I don't know." He stammered. "All I remember is my name. . ."
"Oh my god you must have hit your head so hard you have amnesia!" she exclaimed throwing her arms around him. "I'll help you get your memory back, alright?"
He smiled. "Alright"
She pulled away from him and rushed out of the room for something. He felt horrible, she was such a sweet girl, and he hated to lie to her. But what else could he do? He just had this funny feeling in the pit of his stomach about her that he just loved. 'I'm gonna stay here as long as I can' he thought, 'maybe, just maybe, this is where I belong. . .'
