"Vegeta-san…"
His voice stood out from the roar of the wind, although just a whisper over the blowing rain. Vegeta did not turn from the swirling torrent that he faced.
"I shouldn't have expected anything less than to find you training in such a place. It is your nature after all."
Vegeta remained still in the eye of the storm, surrounded by stinging pieces of hail.
"Solace is often found amongst the grip of such chaos."
Whis remained steadfast, as if the thicket of the hurricane was not passing over them. His swipe of white curls did not even waver in the wake of the gusting winds.
"Oh, this just won't do…", he sighed as he wielded his staff in his right hand from behind his back. The orb on the end of his staff fell into his left hand. The blue halo surrounding it glowed brightly against the background of black clouds.
"Away with you…"
The wind disbursed in a quake around them, as if to flee Whis' very presence. It had been hours since Vegeta's opaque black eyes saw the fleeting beams of light from the sun.
" Vegeta-san, you called for me?", Whis inquired with a flat smile. His brows remained straight, unaffected. His pale eyes rested not on the man before him, but looked inside.
" Take me to Beerus-Sama. I will make it well worth the while."
"I see…", he offered as he brought his feet neatly together, "No need for that… your wife already has…".
Whis' echoing words quickly gained the prince's attention. His eyes fiercely narrowed upon the God's attendant. A pit formed in his stomach.
"Oh, did she?", he inquired slowly as he turned to face Whis."
"That she did…", he answered with a telling melancholy smile as he polished his dark nails against the seam of his tunic.
"All is well Vegeta-san…", Whis assured him as his hand came to rest on Vegeta's heavy shoulder.
In the blink of an eye, a dash of a second, Vegeta and whis stood at the end of Beerus's table. Vegeta found himself staring into the yellow eyes of the God of destruction.
"Whis, You know I don't like surprises!"
"Beerus-sama, Vegeta-san would like to speak to you….", He said in a hooting laugh. He covered his lips quaintly with his hand, "Bulma-san convinced me to bring him..."
"You disturb my meal for what?"
"A gift from Bulma san…", whis began as he pulled a crystal bottle from underneath his cloak, "It is called Sake, and it is to be enjoyed with dinner, how fitting…"
Whis placed the ornate container on the table temptingly in front of the God of destruction.
"You have my attention…", Beerus began as he leaned back onto his seat and brought his arms behind his head, "But only for a few minutes."
"My son and daughter have both been taken away. They've been gone for weeks. We've taken into account every possibility. Trunks left with a stranger, and we haven't seen him since. Bra was sucked into this…", Vegeta explained.
Vegeta pulled the indigo marble from his pocket.
"We called upon Earth's dragon to wish them back, but he told us that it was not in his power. They are in other realms-"
" I am well aware of their absence", he interrupted as he put his spoon back on his napkin, "You need my permission to have them travel through the realms."
"Yes Beerus-sama", Vegeta admitted with his eyes closed. He unconsciously bowed.
"Mortals", Beerus scoffed, " Always meddling where you don't belong. When will you learn it is a grave sin to transverse time, let alone the other realms…No."
"Yes… But please… just this once-", Vegeta began as he stared down the God across from him.
"Dare you question an appointed God!? My verdict is final. They may not cross over. No."
Beads of sweat clung to Vegeta's hair line. Both of his hands rested on the God's table. His teeth clenched together in an attempt to hold back his words.
"I admire you Vegeta. I can reduce you to less than the dust on my table, yet your resolve brings you before me-"
"Dust on your table…", Vegeta growled as he struggled to restrain himself.
"Yes… Super saiyan God or not… dust".
Vegeta took a breath, finally realizing that he had ascended in his frustration.
"However, it may be possible for you to travel across the realms…"
"I am no fool. What is your agenda…"
"I never suggested you were, Vegeta. You may go, and I will have Whis send you, but you may only go to one of them…"
"Only one may return?", Vegeta's words quivered.
"Do not worry about your daughter …", Whis interjected.
"Do you really expect-", Vegeta began.
"Mind me, Vegeta-san!",Whis ordered sharply with a stern frown, acutely raising his voice catching the attention of both Vegeta and Beerus.
"You may go to the boy, but you may not bring him back with you. You mortals will pay for your sins…."
"I don't understand…", Vegeta strained.
" Oh, you do.", Whis confirmed.
"He must be in a realm that can be accessed, if he is to return home. Do you understand?", Beerus said as he rose from his table with his hands behind clenched behind his back. He worked his neck back and forth before it cracked under pressure.
'This shall not leave your lips for anyone else's ears to hear; Do not tell your wife. By your hand it must be done…"
"Wha tis in da pocket!", Gru attempted to whisper over the wind.
Trunks dug in his pockets, as if the hissing sound itself could hurt him. The attention commanding hiss of radio waves broke the embrace of the two girls. The hollow sound was carried far away in the night air, reflecting off of the dunes around them.
"My radar… something's wrong!", Trunks explained as he ripped the device from his pocket.
"Turn dat off! Off now!", Gru begged as he tried it away with his three fingers.
"Trunks, Trunks honey can you hear me?"
"Mom, Mom! I can hear you!"
"Hello? Anyone there… at All?"
"Mom! Can't you hear me? Please mom!"
Trunks stared at the static filled radar in his sweating hands. Her voice… his mother fell silent.
"Gru, what are you talking about?", KJ pleaded to know.
Stella peered east to west, surveying their shifting surroundings. She ripped the silver train free from her waist that drug on the crust of the planet behind her, only to tie it around herself once again. She tore a small strip of the soft fabric , top to bottom. She wadded her heavy curls up high on her head and tightened the silver strip around her auburn locks.
"Will be found! SHHH!", Gru managed.
"What is that?", Stella asked.
Trunks and Gru turned their heads. They stopped their tug of war with the green radar. Their right hands remained wrapped around it. Rosey pink irises lowered from the horizon of the dune at their backs. The glorious expanse above disappeared under a black velvet curtain. A gust of wind cut through the channel of dunes. KJ crossed her arms only to feel the air route around her, wicking the heat from her skin.
Gru's marble eyes read trunks' face.
"dose are da wings…", he answered, staring as the heavenly bodies continued to disappear.
"KJ, take Stella and Gru, go to the ship…", Trunks said slowly.
"No…"
The sharply angled eyes continued to loom closer to them. A low hum reached their ears.
"Go now… don't argue with me!"
Trunks balled his fists in wait for the lurking beast, ready for anything. As if it was as easy as flicking a switch, he released his power. His hair danced high on his head, standing in stiff golden streaks. His eyes streaked teal.
"Finally, at last…", he whispered.
Trunks felt as if he had finally stepped back into his own skin, but he was hopeful that they would be nothing more than a spectacle of interest for its curious gaze.
"Relax… sheesh Trunks, we can take him.", Estella remarked calmly. The tall girl brushed by Trunks as she picked at the nails on her right hand.
A snarl formed as the beast peeled away its scaled lips. A blast of it's hot breath illuminated the space around them. The dunes, even the air itself was tinted pink. Glowing Molten pink plasma dripped from its nostrils. Trunks took to the air, dragging Gru along with him by his arm. KJ and Estella hovered next to them in the air. Gru pulled away from Trunk's grasp and folded his legs underneath himself. He levitated up and down in patterned waves. A pulsating black dot appeared in the center of his head as he focused.
I didn't even see them take off.
The sandy path where they once stood became baked, carried off in glistening sugary dust in the wind, only visible in the glowing plasma. It's curling Onyx horns shook in the air as the distinct sound echoed around them.
"Plasma Dragon haz cold."
"Gru, did it just sneeze?", KJ answered him.
The corner of Trunks' lip twitched as the girls laughed at the snorting echo of their possible demise.
" Just get back to the ship, please!", Trunks interjected.
The dragon turned it's head to Trunks' glow. He charged at the beast with a smirk printed on his lips. He witnessed it leap into the air from it's blade like limbs. He watched it's long twisting neck lunge in their direction. He was ready, eager to step in, but he didn't. This itch would not be satisfied
How could this be?
He was beaten to the punch. With her right foot, Estella held its head. The beast groaned and the muscles of its neck trembled. It's poisoning pink eyes were squeezed shut, all under the stopping power… of her foot. She was planted between it's horns, each spanning as high as she is tall. She plunged it's head below into the shifting dunes with a flick of her ankle. She folded her arms quietly behind her back.
"Gosh I've missed you Stell…", KJ reflected as she stared at silhouette of the fainted dragon in the sand.
"I wonder why…", Estella teased with a wink.
Trunks had not brought himself to move yet. He stared blank and plale at the displaced dunes below. He released his breath, also releasing his energy. His bangs tickled his forehead as the stray pieces came to rest flat against his head again. Three sets of eyes studied him diligently.
"Back to de ship…", Gru said in his trance like state.
KJ grasped Estella by her forearm and lifted farther away into the air with her. Trunks lingered behind, watching them drift away into the distance. Gru followed his own directions and floated into the south sky.
How would I feel if I just saw a monster?
Trunks pulled the collar of the tunic he was wearing away from his neck. He slipped it from his back before holding it in front of him by its heavy hood.
Whose shoulders did you sit on?
He was certain that the dragon would be the last thing on their minds at the moment. He had just lit up the night sky. He brought himself to coast back to the ship, confident that they could deal with any attention they would attract.
How did you know my name?", Trunks asked alone in the dark while shaking his head.
Trunks' heart raced, and his breath became heavy.
As always, Thank you for reading! I hope this has been enjoyable so far. I am looking for some feed back. Do tell, are you enjoying the original characters or no? What do you like/dislike about them. Do you find the plot interesting. What can be done to make this piece better?