Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ... I don't own Trunks... yet... but I am now the proud owner of his missing jacket. ;-) This is all purely fictional (I think...) and fan based straight out of my warped anime obsessed imagination. ;-)

A/N: As usual, replies to your reviews are down at the bottom. Happy 2013 everyone. ;)

Breathe Me to Life – Chapter 10

" Dream Weaver "

Kalona could feel something warm, and wet, brushing against her cheek. She closed her eyes tight, trying to ignore whatever it was. She'd fallen asleep the night before replaying her dance with Trunks in her head. So it was no surprise when said dance continued and turned into a romantic date while she slept. She felt so warm and cozy and simply wasn't ready to end the dream. She groaned when she felt it again. "Just let me sleep, I don't have work today." She attempted to bat away whatever kept touching her, opening her eyes wide when her hand connected with the earth. "What the...?" She sat up and came face to face with a small, pink dinosaur. "Ic...Icarus?"

"You're finally awake." A deep voice said from somewhere above her.

Kalona's eyes went wide. "I don't think that I'm anywhere near awake right now... Um...err... Hiya, Yoshi!"

Piccolo glared down at her. "Come with me. Someone wants to speak with you." He flew a short distance away before turning around and coming back. "You can't fly can you?" He let out an exasperated breath and scooped her up by her t-shirt and flew away.

"OK, I'd much rather fly with Trunks! This is really undignified, you know!" Kalona sighed heavily as she watched the earth passing by below them. She could only hope her shirt didn't tear causing her to plummet to her death. "Not much of a talker are you?! Fine, at least tell me where we're going!" She yelled up at the Namekian. "We're already there." Piccolo told her as Kami's lookout came into view. She could see Dende and Mr. Popo watching them as they landed. Her inner bad girl shrieked in horror at the genie's unblinking eyes and ran away, turning to look over her shoulder before diving head first over the side of the platform.

"How are you liking the rabbit hole so far my dear?" The genie asked her before breaking out into an evil laugh as he repeatedly dipped a tea bag into the cup he was holding.

Kalona was going to say something smart in reply, but the words got lost when she saw Vegeta approaching them. Wow... he looks much shorter in the anime. She swallowed hard as Vegeta came face to face with her, his shadow looming over her, as his body nearly blocked out the sun.

"Popo tells me that you have been speaking with my Son for some time now, in your... dreams."

"I suppose he's right. I'm speaking to you the same way, aren't I?" She reached out and poked the Prince dead center on his chest, causing the vein on the side of his head to pop as his eyes widened.

"No, you most certainly are not! And stop doing that!" He was referring to her continual poking of his chest. "The Namekian and the Genie here, have used their... unique skills, to bring us to the same plane of existence as your dreams."

"But why? None of this makes any sense. Why would you be interested in what I dream about?" Kalona asked him incredulously.

"Not what, you insufferable fool. But rather, who. That being my Son's future self. He's been dreaming about you, and you in turn, have been dreaming about him or vise versa." Vegeta impatiently explained, as if she should already know all of this.

"It would appear that something went wrong with the time machine. When Trunks went to go back to his own time, the machine apparently did not make it, yet it did not remain. However, my son did, but he has not woken since."

"I don't understand... what do you mean he has not woken?" Kalona asked slowly as she felt a feeling of panic grip at her heart. Is this why I haven't seen him in my dreams recently? Has something bad happened to him?

"His mother says he is in a coma. She worries that if he doesn't wake soon, he may never wake at all."

"But he's here, in my world, he isn't in a coma..."

"That is simply his image, a picture if you will, a manifestation of his dream self. If you were to try to touch him... you would find that he wasn't really there at all."

"But I have touched him, and I'm not the only one... he kicked my ex-boyfriend's ass" Kalona couldn't help laughing at the last part.

"Uh...that's... well... that's... entirely unexpected." The prince frowned and remained silent as he pondered this new revelation, before recovering from the initial shock. "His touch-ability is not the reason we are here. It is not clear if Trunks can hear us when we speak to him, however he can hear you. You need to tell him that he must wake up, that his very life may depend on it. Do you understand me? Are you even listening to me? You must tell him what I've told you! Tell me you can hear me, you insolent fool!"

"Oh, she heard you... No worries there... Not sure if she believed you." Mr. Popo turned and walked away laughing as he sipped his tea.

"Why you... pompous wad of black goo... STOP LAUGHING LIKE A LUNATIC! If I didn't know any better I'd say you were ENJOYING ALL THIS!" Vegeta yelled as the short genie sent him into a rage.

"Oh but I am." Mr. Popo stood facing them all from a distance laughing. "Goodbye."

"What?" Vegeta asked, before screaming and subsequently lunging for the Genie.

Kalona gasped as her eyes flew open and took in her true surroundings. She was in her own room, in her own bed, wrapped up in her own warm blanket and the strong arms of the very person her latest dream seemed to center on. She lifted her head to look at him and touched his chest gently. Despite the fact that she could feel his arms around her, she felt she needed the extra reassurance. "You seem pretty solid to me. Am I simply going crazy? I just don't know what to think." She frowned and slipped out of his arms, and made her way over to her computer.

She had just got comfortable in her chair and flicked the monitor on when she realized something wasn't right. She'd thrown that box of rice out days ago, why was it sitting on her desk again? She tried to shrug it off and began typing into the search engine, 'Can a dream manifest itself into the dreamer's waking world?' Half way down the search results an entry popped out at her. Literally. It seemed to glow and pulsate much like a living thing, if she listened hard enough she could almost hear a faint heartbeat. She clicked the link without further hesitation and read.

'...The dream city is a unique place, operating as the center point where energies are exchanged and balance maintained.

The Dream Soul, also called Spirit in the waking world is the purest form of energy and exists as a binding energy that exists in both states at once. Balance must be maintained both within ourselves and between the equal yet opposite energies that make up the dream state and the waking world. It is the imbalances in the dream state that cause the border mists which represent the dream state energy manifested in the waking world.

Without the balance maintained, all life in both the dream state and the waking world would perish...'

"What the hell?" Kalona rubbed her temples, not fully comprehending anything she'd just read. She sighed heavily and bookmarked the page. She'd look at it more in the morning. Right now she just wanted the thump thumping that was pounding in her ears to stop. The beeping and crying were back as well. She began to find it difficult to breathe as she started to put the pieces together. "What am I supposed to do?" She looked towards the sound expecting to see the hospital style bed, and what she now believed could be Trunk's body lying there hooked up to all sorts of machines, while Bulma sat at his side. She sighed in vivid relief when she saw there was nothing there. Just her dresser and a small pile of clothes on the floor. She made a mental note to clean that up in the morning before turning back to the monitor, frowning when she saw the screen was dark, almost too dark. She leaned in closer as she pressed the power button a few times. Dark, not so dark, dark, not so dark, dark. She left it like this, the screen pitch black, and listened. She could hear a distant sounding laughter that seemed to be coming from inside the monitor. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "It's late, I'm tired, I had a weird dream and now my imagination is playing tricks on me. Yeah, that's it."

"But, Kalona... Tricks are for kids..." A voice sounding an awful lot like Nappa's floated down through the air.

"Insane... sleep deprivation induced, insanity." Kalona began to laugh, then suddenly choked as she screamed, and fell backwards, chair and all when two sinister, unblinking, eyes appeared on the monitor screen.

"Time to wake up... Don't forget the warning... warning... warning... byeeee."

Kalona gasped awake with two firm hands on her upper arms, shaking her. "It was just another dream. Thank god." She closed her eyes and let herself fall backwards, intending to flop back against her pillow. However, the owner of the hands that had been shaking her awake, apparently was having none of that. She quickly opened her eyes again stared at him. "What?"

"You were grabbing at me and begging me to wake up. What the hell were you dreaming about?" Trunks asked, his brows furrowed as he waited for her response.

"This isn't exactly comfortable you know." Kalona told him, referring to the way he was holding her arms.

"Then sit up." Was his slightly harsh reply as he pulled her into more of an upright position.

"Could you sound any more like your Father?" Kalona rolled her eyes.

"Are you going to answer the question?"

"What was the question?"

Trunks raised an eyebrow and smirked before giving Kalona a slight push, causing her to fall back against the pillows with a small grunt. "You know damn well what the question was."

Kalona pushed back up to a sitting potion, folding her legs underneath herself and taking a deep breath before she began recounting the strange dream. "... but it was all just a really weird dream. I mean, seriously, your not an after image or whatever the hell your Dad said you were." Kalona poked Trunks in the chest as if to prove her point. "See? Rock hard... like a bullet proof vest or something... you're definitely really here."

Trunks grabbed her hand. "Knock it off. Where the hell else would I be? If I were an 'after image', as you put it, that would mean I had been here all along, and was merely the residual image left behind after I left... which I haven't yet. I can see where your mind is heading. No I haven't found the time machine already and attempted to leave."

"Oh my god! I hadn't even considered that as a possibility. What if you have?" Kalona's eyes widened and she clasped her hand over her mouth in shock.

Trunks simply glared at her now.

"What?"

"Now who's infuriating?" Trunks asked before lying back down on his side with his back to Kalona.

"Still you, Mr. Grumpy pants." Kalona told him as she poked him firmly between his shoulder blades.

"Go back to sleep, Kalona."

"Sheesh, you are definitely Vegeta's son." Kalona mumbled as she laid down as well with her back facing him. She smiled when she felt him roll over and drape his arm over her.

"What was he like in your dream?" Trunks whispered against Kalona's ear, grinning when she made a small whimper from the close contact.

"He was like, well, like Vegeta of course. Very bossy, and in your face demanding. He was kind of intimidating too, and taller than I expected." She closed her eyes and tried to forget the rest of the dream.

"You didn't think he'd be taller than you?" Trunks asked as he nuzzled her neck lightly, his hot breath causing her to shiver.

"It was just a dream..." Kalona mumbled, but deep inside she wasn't so sure anymore.

A/N: There you have it, chapter 10. It's a tad shorter than I'd like, however I wanted to get something posted for you guys seeing as the last update was last year. ;)

The search result is an actual finding from my doing exactly what I had written in this chapter. Sadly, it did not glow or pulsate, it did however catch my eye, and after clicking it I found it to be a perfect match for the direction I am taking this story... or rather the story is taking us all.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and I will get the next one up asap. Drop me a review or send me a private message if you have a minute to let me know what you think of the story so far. I really enjoy everyone's feedback. :)

~ LilLaoRyo704, yep, Inuyasha is one lucky little ball of fur... for now. I think Kalona is probably hoping the same as you. Time will tell... ;D

~ TFSrules, yes, he definitely flickered. Hopefully his chapter kinda gave some clues, however, I'm not allowed to say anymore... Popo has forbid it. ;D

~ ShatterTheHeavens, you my friend, get a cookie for seeing where the story is leading. ;D

~ Crystal waters2, same here, although I think I may know the answer. ;-) Pan's time travel adventure is cute. I'm following it & look forward to see where the adventure may lead. :-)

~ Kayka-Kay, I'm afraid that only time will tell. ;-}

~ Writer'sFantasy, Kalona has dark hair with purple streaks, the pink hair comment was directed at Trunks, and his 'often mistaken for pink' shade of hair. At least by dumb, drunk guys, watching anime late at night. ;p As for the other stuff... my lips are sealed, the creepy genie has a muzzle and is threatening to use it. Eeeep! (Follows the inner bad girl over the side of the lookout) ;-)

~ Thank you, Vegetafan555, Vic 'Cody' Seville, XThe Angel of DarknessX, and Pwerctrck4 for adding this story as a favorite. :-)