Title: If I Had a Heart
Rating: T for now ((ratings may change due to swearing in future chapters))
Summary: A mysterious girl shows up, saying she's searching for someone, and only Vegeta has ever met her before. ((Trunks/OC implied, but fear not. It's not what it seems.))
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my own, original characters. You will be able to tell who they are.
Notes: As said, Trunks/OC will be implied, but it isn't one of those stories.
"Jeeze, who peed in her cheerios?" Goten scowled and crossed his arms.
"Goten—this is the place where she lost everything. The one we're facing destroyed everything on this planet. Give her a freaking break," Trunks sighed, "I'm going to take a look around." He stepped forward and then decided to check out where Hanna had gone, running up the same stairs she had stomped away on.
Most of the rooms looked as though they hadn't not been touched in a very, very long time. Some, Trunks had to even force open because they had become jammed after so many years of just sitting. One, he found, was done up very nicely, as if restored. He walked in, shutting the door behind him, and started to explore.
It was done in silver. Trunks believed that it must have belonged to a guy, probably Aries, by the collection of weapons mounted on the wall. They were rusted, mostly, and unusable. Above the headboard, or what would have been a headboard in ancient times, was an empty spot. A shelf was set up, but nothing was on there. Trunks knew what had been sitting there, previously, and it had been his sword. His as in his, Trunks', and his, Aries'.
There was a cupboard like thing in one corner. He walked over and opened it. There was armor inside. "How 'bout that," he muttered and reached in. He pulled the set out and laid it on a bench that had probably once had a cushion on it. The armor was very nice. Very nice. It was lightweight, but he absolutely could not break it, not matter how hard he tried.
He left it out and shut the doors, but the cupboard ended up shaking. Trunks had to catch it before it completely toppled over. Once it was steady, he walked to the side, trying to see why it was off balance. There was something jammed in the back, between the cupboard and the wall. He tried to pull it out, but it was really stuck. He was forced to move the entire piece of furniture. Finally, he was able to see what was making the cupboard so unstable.
And it was a painting. There were five people in the portrait. It was a much younger Hanna, probably only about sixteen in appearance. A girl, roughly Pan's age as well. They were standing on either side of a couple, presumably their parents. The male was tan, curly blonde, and smiling brightly. The woman was Asian with long, black hair draping on her shoulders. She was also smiling, but much more modestly.
What Trunks found most intriguing was the fifth figure. He was in the armor that Trunks had just found and he also held the silver sword. He looked almost exactly like the Sayjin. No matter how much he wished to deny it, it seemed that Trunks was the reincarnation of the Solarian knight after all.
That also meant that he had a legitimate excuse to stay for the battle. Aries had been Hanna's bodyguard, and her lover apparently, so it made sense for the Sayjin to stay put. At one time or another, he was still her protector. Trunks set the picture back down, but this time, simply against the wall, and not jammed next to it. He examined it a bit and then backed up to the bench once more.
He picked up the armor, and after a few tries, he managed to find himself wearing it properly. Trunks looked down at himself, admiring the new look. And then he heard his dear mother calling him.
"Trunks? Trunks! WHERE ARE YOU!?" She yelled angrily down the hallway. He quickly opened the door and stuck his head out.
"I'm just in here mom! What's going on?"
"Nothing! Everyone's left me! They just all decided to leave the defenseless human all by herself! Nothing will happen to her! And if it does, we'll just LAUGH!" Bulma ranted. Trunks just watched her pace around the hallway like a mad woman, until she finally stopped. "What are you wearing? It looks… medieval!"
"More Roman I think," her son said, smiling, "I found it in here. What do you think?" Trunks stepped out of the room so that she could fully see him.
"Look's pretty good on you. You look so noble," Bulma said and jabbed him in the side with her elbow. He just laughed awkwardly.
"Uh… yeah…"
"I guess I'm going to find your father… that man make me want to kill myself…" She muttered and kept on walking, seeming like she was in a little bit better mood. Trunks watched her walk off before he went the opposite way, continuing to explore.
He went up a few more sets of stairs. The palace was REALLY a palace. It was huge. He was on what looked like the top floor (though, by the holes in some of the sections of ceiling, it looked like there had ONCE been another floor. It was gone now.) One door was slightly ajar. Silently, he crept over and peered in. Hanna was in there, sitting on an old bed, her head in her hands. Trunks shifted his weight a bit. He thought he was being quite. She apparently, still knew he was there.
Hanna's head shot up and she glared at the door. Before he could escape, she jumped up, threw the door open, and caught him. At first, he prepared himself for a very loud scolding. However, it didn't come. She was taking him in, looking him up and down, and absorbing his appearance. "You were in his room?"
"My room," Trunks said sternly, "I found a portrait behind a cupboard. I was in it." She reached up and placed her hand on his cheek. She shook her head.
"You have his soul and his appearance, but not his memories. It's part of what make Aries… Aries. You are not him," she said softly, frowning. And then there was a loud crash that sounded very far away followed by a dark flash.
"Is that him?" Trunks asked and abruptly turned his head to look out of her window. She nodded.
"Yes. He's here much sooner than I had expected. I am sorry to do this, but I have no choice," Hanna leaned up to his ear to whisper, "Ego retines." Trunks tried to move, but he was unable to. He was very conscience of his surroundings, but his muscles would not respond. "I cannot allow him to die, even in part, again." Hanna summoned her staff from her bed and ran off, leaving him alone.
t.b.p.: i must admit, for a few days there, I was getting bored with this, and I was afraid I would not update. BUT i did anyhow, and I find that I am once again excited to keep writing this. Thank you for reading!!
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