I apologize right now for the random stories that I'm going to be posting. I have severe writer's block…either still or again; I'm not quite sure at this current moment. As a lot of you know, I also have depression & even though I'm doing better, I'm still struggling with it. & then with all this shit going on/around with the lockdown or quarantine or whatever you want to call it, I can't really go anywhere as my immune system is crap, my niece has went from being in public school to being home schooled…with me & my bf as her "teachers" or whatever because her parents work. So that's a little stressful & I'm going stir crazy. So, my mind's a little frazzled at the moment…
So, I'm sorry that my older stories are being pushed to a backburner or whatever. I'm not trying to do that; I just for some reason can't come up with ideas for them. However, I can come up with ideas for new stories. Also, I've found some really old stories that I've started editing to the best of the ability & I might repost them. But, I may not. I will try to get to everything as soon as I can…if I can.
I also apologize for stories that are very similar to other works of mine. Such as any of the stories about a parent (usually the father) finding out he has kids from a previous relationship or one night stand or whatever. That usually happens because I get writer's block or after I started it I get different ideas, so I start a new version. So, yes, I'm aware I do that; but I don't think I can help it…
Also, mainly for when I get writer's block & come up with new ideas, & can't decide which category I want to go with; I will write the exact same story with different characters for whichever anime they go with. I not only do that, because I can't decide which anime world to pair it with, but because not everyone likes each & every anime others may like; some might not even know the anime I do write for. Sometimes I keep all versions & sometimes, if I become too overwhelmed & changing the names so many times becomes too much, I will go through & find which ones are the most popular (as in which anime) & keep those while deleting the others. So, to the people who always ask me why I do that, there you go. But mainly because I'm a spaz.
Trunks is now 25, living on his own in the country-much to his mother's dismay. He's been for about ten months-since he caught his girlfriend cheating on him with none other than Goten.
Trunks has been having recurring dreams about a young girl in trouble. He didn't know what she was, but he was for damn sure she wasn't human; she had cat ears. He doesn't know what these dreams are trying to tell him, but he knows it has something to do with this girl. He also feels some kind of connection to this girl; something about her is drawing him in. He is determined to figure out what all this means & to figure out just who this girl is & why he's so fascinating with her.
One day, Bulma decided that Trunks needed to have some kind of a party at his place… She everything up & invited everybody.
The party goes well-until, of course, some unknown aliens come, looking for the girl.
Finally, Trunks & Goten have a falling out over something that happened years ago-when they were teenagers.
I DO NOT OWN DBZ OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS! I ONLY CLAIM THE STORY & CHARACTERS I CREATE!
Characters:
Trunks-25 x Halley-16
Vegeta-53 x Bulma-50
Gohan-31 x Videl-31
Goku-45 x Chi-Chi-49
Krillin-46 x 18-48
Goten-24 x Stella-20
Kolby-19 x Bulla-17
Pan-12
Maron-21
Tien-48
Yamcha-48
Master Roshi-?
Three Days Ago:
Trunks was in town, getting some things his mom asked him to get for "his" party on Saturday; she had to be at some science convention thing.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Who's calling me now?" Trunks asked himself, pulling out his new phone.
"What do you want Goten?" Trunks harshly asked, annoyed.
"Can we talk? Please?" Goten asked, pleading with Trunks.
"Why?" Trunks asked, still annoyed.
"Because..." Goten said, hanging up, confusing Trunks.
"I'm sorry." Goten said, appearing behind Trunks.
"What? Are you following me now?" Trunks as he started walking away.
"Yes. You've left me no choice; you won't answer my calls or anything!" Goten yelled, jumping in front of Trunks to stop him.
"Gee, I wonder why." Trunks sarcastically said while rolling his eyes.
"Listen to me! I know it's no excuse. But that one night you caught us, I was drunk! Also, she didn't even really love you; she just wanted you for your money! And, if it makes you feel any better, I broke up with her after three weeks when I caught her sleeping with Yamcha." Goten said, making Trunks listen to him. He was going to continue when Trunks interrupted him.
"Yamcha? She was fucking Yamcha? She sure gets around, doesn't she? She really was a slut." Trunks said, only somewhat shocked.
"That's what I was trying to tell you." Goten said, looking at Trunks.
"*Sigh...* I guess I can forgive you, but I'll never forget." Trunks sternly said.
"I can live with that. So, what are you doing now?" Goten asked curiously.
"Running an errand for mom..." Trunks mumbled, annoyed; he didn't want to be doing this right now.
"For "your" party that "you're" throwing?" Goten asked, using finger quotations.
"How do you know about that?" Trunks asked, looking at Goten.
"Your mom invited us. Plus, I know you. You hate parties—well, throwing them—and being the main attraction anyway." Goten calmly said with a smile, his hands behind his head.
"Yeah..." Trunks sighed.
"Are you ok? You look drained." Goten said, looking at Trunks.
"Yeah, I'm fine; I just haven't been sleeping well for the past few months. I keep having this weird dream—the same one over and over again." Trunks explained, rubbing the back of his head.
"What's going on over here?" Vegeta asked, annoyed, showing up with Bulma.
"I thought you had a science thing to be at." Trunks said, looking at Bulma.
"It got done sooner than I thought." Bulma said with a smile until she noticed the dark circles under Trunks's eyes.
"We left last night; the thing just ended a few minutes ago. I teleported us there and back." Vegeta said, crossing his arms across his arms; he also noticed something off about Trunks.
"You left Bulla home alone—when you know she has a boyfriend?" Trunks asked, shocked.
"No of course not. We left her with Piccolo." Bulma simply said; she wanted to ask Trunks what was up but didn't want to start an argument.
"What's going on with you, Boy? And, I thought you were no longer talking to him." Vegeta said, glaring at Goten.
"We're working on something... Apparently Cora is having relations with Yamcha now. And what do you mean what's going on with me; nothing's going on." Trunks said, looking past his father.
"I knew she was no good." Bulma said, crossing her arms.
"Don't you lie to me." Vegeta dangerously said.
"I'm not lying to you—nothing's wrong!" Trunks shot back, earning looks from people passing by.
"Oooh-hoo-hoo-hoo! I know when you lie to me, Boy; you can't look me in the eyes. Not to mention, we can see the circles under your eyes!" Vegeta yelled, earning more looks from people.
"Can we take this somewhere more private?" Bulma asked, looking at her husband, son, and Goten.
"Yeah..." Trunks and Vegeta both said at the same time, glaring at each other.
They were just about to teleport away when Trunks looked past everyone. Then, out of nowhere, he took off.
"What in the hell?" Vegeta started, looking in the direction that Trunks began running in.
"Well—go after him! I'll be at that shop, waiting." Bulma exclaimed, annoyed.
"Fine..." Vegeta mumbled as he and Goten took off after Trunks.
Trunks's P.O.V.:
Dad and I were arguing; he wanted to know what was going on, but nothing is going on. I just haven't been sleeping very well lately.
"Can we take this somewhere more private?" Mom asked, looking at us.
"Yeah..." Dad and I said at the same time, glaring at each other. Then, I saw something out of the corners of my eyes.
'No, it can't be. I've got to be dreaming. She can't be here; she can't be real.' I thought to myself. Still, I had to know for sure; she was right there.
At that moment, I didn't give a damn what my dad had to say; I took off after the girl—the girl I've been seeing in my dreams for the past few months.
"Hey!" I yelled when she rounded a corner.
However, as soon as I turned the corner, she was gone.
"What the—? Where the hell did she go?" I asked, looking around. There's no way she could just disappear like that.
"What the hell is going on? We were talking!" Dad yelled once he reached me.
Normal P.O.V.:
"Trunks, are you sure you're ok?" Goten asked, concerned.
"I'm not sure... Where'd she go?" Trunks asked, looking everywhere in that alley.
"Where'd who go?" Vegeta and Goten asked right away, looking around; there was no one there.
"The girl! She was just here!" Trunks yelled, frustrated.
"Ok. Let's get your mother and get you home; we'll talk there." Vegeta somewhat calmly said; he was interested now.
"Fine..." Trunks sighed as they headed back to where Bulma was.
Once they got there, they couldn't help but stare in shock; Bulma had several bags.
"What the hell is all of this shit?!" Vegeta asked, shocked, annoyed, and pissed.
"Well—I figured I'd grab the things I needed for Trunks's party. I needed something to do while I waited." Bulma said, holding four bags in front of her; it was a subtle hint that Vegeta and Trunks should take the bags for her.
"We were only gone for fifteen minutes! How the hell did you get all of this in that amount of time?!" Vegeta asked, once again getting a crowd of onlookers.
"Just take the bags and take me to Trunks's." Bulma said, still holding the bags in front of her.
"Fine..." Vegeta grumbled, grabbing the bags and Bulma before teleporting to Trunks's house.
Once there, Bulma started taking things out of bags and placing them where she wanted them while Trunks sat at his kitchen table with his head in his arms.
"So, what's this about a girl?" Vegeta questioned, getting Bulma's attention.
"Are you dating someone new? Why didn't you tell us?" Bulma asked right away.
"I'm not dating anyone. If I were, you'd be the first to know. *Sigh...* Ok... So, about three—maybe three and a half months ago, I started having this recurring dream. It's the same dream over and over and over again—nonstop. There's this girl... A young girl with light or fair skin, long—I don't know—wavy orange hair with a flower on the left side. She also wears a tiara: it's a golden band with a red gem in the center that goes across her forehead. She wears two black chokers-one with a heart—and a heart pendant necklace, what looks like some kind of traditional dress and either black socks. She has big, brown eyes with a scar underneath her left eye. Oh, and she also has tan and white cat ears on top of her head; those sit in front of messy buns. I'm not sure who or what she is—but she always looks like she's scared and/or in trouble of some sort. And, up until today, I thought it was just some kind of a dream. That was until I seen her—or at least, I swear I saw her." Trunks calmly explained, only to look confused by how shocked his father looked.
"Vegeta, what's wrong?" Bulma asked, concerned.
"Dad?" Trunks asked, looking at his father after rubbing his eyes.
"She didn't have a cat's tail, whiskers, or anything along those lines?" Vegeta asked, still shocked.
"I'm sure—just the ears. Why? Do you know what's going on?" Trunks asked right away, sitting up straight.
"That's just not possible..." Vegeta mumbled, sitting down, shocked.
"What's wrong with dad?" Bulla asked, showing up with Piccolo.
"Trunks is dreaming about a young girl with long orange hair with a flower tied in, brown eyes and tan and white cat ears." Vegeta said, still shocked.
"What about tail and whiskers and other cat features?" Piccolo asked.
"Nope—just ears. What is going on?" Trunks asked, becoming annoyed.
"I don't know what the other half is... But what you've just explained is impossible. The only cat race that look anything like humans, are Nekodians." Vegeta explained, still shocked.
"And they were wiped out hundreds of years ago. You're sure that's what you saw?" Piccolo seriously asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes, I'm sure. Cat and human-looking ears, light, or fair looking skin, long orange hair with two buns on the top of her head, behind her ears. In her hair, on the left side, she has a flower tied in. She also wears a tiara; it's a golden band with a red gem in the center and it goes across her forehead. And then she looks like she wears traditional clothing." Trunks explained, giving Piccolo the short version.
"You said she wore a flower in her hair?" Piccolo asked right away.
"Yes, that's correct." Trunks answered.
"Do you know what kind of flower it is?" Piccolo asked.
"It looked like a small cherry blossom." Trunks explained.
"That's what I was afraid you were going to say..." Piccolo muttered.
"What's going on? What do you know?" Vegeta asked, demanding an answer.
"I know how she survived—being a Nekodian; she's only half." Piccolo explained.
"Well, that's obvious. What is the other half?" Vegeta asked, demanding an answer, becoming pissed off.
"Another race that was just recently killed off. Venarians. This girl Trunks has been dreaming of is half-Nekodian and half-Venarian." Piccolo calmly explained, causing Vegeta to fall over in complete and utter shock.
"Vegeta, Dear, are you alright?" Bulma asked, concerned.
"Daddy?" Bulla asked, looking at her father.
"What are Nekodians and Venarians? And what do they have to do with me?" Trunks asked, looking between his father and Piccolo once Vegeta was able to stand back up.
"Could we all sit down?" Bulma asked, looking at Trunks.
"Yeah, let's head to the living room; we can sit on the couch or in the comfy chairs instead of the kitchen chairs.
"Can I go home?" Bulla asked, annoyed.
"No, you may not. You, your father, and I will go home when we're ready." Bulma answered as they walked over to the living room.
Trunks's new home wasn't overly huge, but he liked it just the way it is.
Bulma, on the other hand, thinks it could be larger.
The house is a single-story house with five bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen/dining room, two full bathrooms, a half-bathroom, a laundry room, a full basement, and a connected garage with a large backyard.
When you walk into the house, you walk into the living room first. The kitchen/dining room area is across from the living room and divided by a hallway.
The hallway is long and goes two ways; to the left is the half bathroom, basement, and the laundry room, which leads to the garage. The master bedroom, which has its own personal bathroom, is off the kitchen/dining room. Then to the right are the other four bedrooms and the full bathroom at the end of the hall.
The backyard is huge, seeing as he's in the country, and has two and a half acres of land. The last Acre and a half are used for training, while the first Acer is used for whatever and has three pools. One pool is one to four feet deep, one is five to eight feet deep, and the final pool goes up to twelve feet.
The pools are further back and closer to the training area and are completely fenced in.
The area closer to the house can be used for whatever—mainly for (in Bulma's mind) parties.
The thing that bothers Bulma the most about her son's house is that the kitchen and the dining area are right, smack-dab together; he has very little space in the kitchen.
Trunks, on the other hand, doesn't care; it's only him, and he always eats in the living room.
"So, where were we?" Bulma asked as they all got settled.
"What are Nekodians and Venarians; and what do they—or rather this girl—have to do with me?" Trunks asked, trying to calm down.
"Well—we'll start with that I don't believe Nekodians or Venarians actually have anything to do with you—well, if they were any living aside from this girl. This girl, however, I think she has something to do with you—or you have something to do with her. Either way, I do believe on either side—if this girl is real or alive, she is the only one left of her kind: Nekodian and Venarians." Piccolo explained.
"She has to be real and alive..." Vegeta said right away.
"Why do you say that?" Bulla asked, looking at her father.
"Why else would he be dreaming about her like he is? How long did you say you've been having these dreams? Three months?" Vegeta asked, looking at Trunks.
"Roughly." Trunks said, confused, looking at his father.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Bulma asked, annoyed,
"This girl—she's Trunks's future mate. It's the only thing that makes sense as to why he's dreaming about her like he is." Vegeta said sternly, shocking Trunks and Bulma.
Bulla sat there for a second before falling on the floor, laughing her ass off.
Piccolo stood there, agreeing with Vegeta, which shocked Bulma, Trunks, and Goten.
"Do you think she's dreaming about him as well?" Piccolo asked, looking at Vegeta.
"I don't know. I know, like Saiyans, Nekodians connect to their chosen mates. I don't know much about Venarians, other than they were a peaceful race—same as Nekodians." Vegeta calmly replied.
"Yes, Venarians also connect with their proper mates—same goes for Nekodians." Piccolo calmly said.
"Same goes for most species—except humans." Vegeta muttered.
"So, who is this girl?" Bulma asked right away.
"And what exactly are Nekodians and Venarians?" Trunks asked, becoming slightly annoyed that his question was getting somewhat ignored.
"As for the girl, I don't know. Nekodians on the other hand, I do know about—in a sense. Their race was wiped out three years before I was born—or so I thought. That's what I was told anyway. Some must've escaped to a new planet or something. They were a humanoid-cat hybrid. They have the bodies, heads and faces of humans, normally cat ears, tails, whiskers, and their fingernails can turn into claws. For the most part, they were a peaceful and skittish race. Dad used to tell me that, Saiyans and Nekodians used to work together on a few different occasions: Saiyans protected Nekodians in exchange for an elixir that made us stronger—and harder to kill. From what I understand, Nekodians are a bitch to kill because they keep coming back—dad had said they each had nine lives or whatever. Yet somehow, they were pretty much eradicated. Nekodians, as I said before were a peaceful race. But in saying that, they fought if it came down to it. What that means, is that they would only fight or attack if threatened and attacked first. But for the most part, they would prefer not to fight at all, which, is a shame; I was told they were pretty good fighters when needed—especially their claws. They normally have black, brown, red, orange, blonde, or white hair, and brown, blue, or green eyes. Like I said before, I really don't know much about Venarians." Vegeta explained all that he knew about Nekodians.
"Venarians are—were—the people of Venus; they were celestial beings of some sort. No, they're not angels or anything like that—but they were celestial beings. Like Nekodians, they were a very peaceful race. The difference is, they didn't fight whatsoever. They were, after all, the people of the planet of love; so they don't fight. They're normally paler than humans and Nekodians with somewhat of a glow. Typically, they have blonde, very light brown or dark blonde, reddish blonde, or light orange hair, and blue or green eyes. They're pretty easy to get along with, seeing as they don't like conflict of any type. As they've been completely wiped out, minus this girl, they were not fully immortal; they were half immortal. What that means, is that they were immortal unless killed. Men stop looking like they age between the ages of eighteen and twenty-one while girls stop looking like they age at sixteen. Nekodians are also half immortal in that sense; however, as Vegeta said, they had nine lives. So, if a Nekodian were to be killed, they could, and would come back until their lives run out. The difference between the two is that, Venarians can transfer immortality to another—if they so desire. Nekodians cannot. I don't know why either race were wiped out, but I do know that a race called Gooblers arrived on Venus after the fact, looking for immoratality." Piccolo explained, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Goobler?" Bulma and Bulla asked in disbelief.
"Yeah; they are a race of goo-type humanoids." Piccolo said, looking at them, confused as to why they were looking at him like that.
"Yes—they have a weird name and sound like they shouldn't be all that strong. But their name and looks are very deceiving. They tried to attack us when I had just taken over for my dad. Yeah—that didn't go well for them. It didn't go well the first four times they tried either—or after. I've ran into them more than a few times. They may be stronger than Venarians—and most likely Nekodians. But they sure as hell aren't stronger than the Saiyan race." Vegeta proudly explained—also a bit cocky.
"They're not stronger than Namekians either. However, I suppose with all their failed attempts to defeat the Saiyan race, they would want to try to find a way to become stronger. Nekodians have a special ability that makes others stronger. And despite not having much strength at all, Venarians can also make others stronger. Just being near one can increase one's powers by ten percent. Get one to trust you, and your power will go up twenty-five percent. Have sex with one, your power will go up fifty percent. And then, the rest is up to them." Piccolo explained.
"So, who is this girl?" Bulma asked again, confused and annoyed.
"Who knows?" Bulla asked, not caring.
"She's Trunks's mate." Vegeta simply said.
"How do you know that? What if she's just a girl in trouble?" Trunks asked, looking directly at his father.
"You don't believe that; I can tell just by how you asked that. Your voice got higher when you said "if" she was in trouble. And, I really caught it by how you were explaining her. You even brought up a scar she had under her right eye." Vegeta calmly replied.
"Left eye." Trunks said right away.
"What was that?" Vegeta asked, looking directly at Trunks.
"The scar is under her left eye." Trunks plainly said.
"You just proved my point. Now, because I love being right: this girl—you feel some kind of connection to her, don't you, Boy? You're drawn to her—like she's pulling you in. Am I correct in saying all that?" Vegeta asked, demanding an answer, looking at Trunks.
"I guess..." Trunks mumbled, looking towards the floor; Vegeta was right, and he knew it.
"Good. Now, that we've got that all settled; we have to figure out where this girl is and how to find and get to her. Then we'll go from there." Vegeta explained, thinking up a plan.
"Don't forget about finding out who she is." Bulma said right away, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Right—that too." Vegeta mumbled, slightly annoyed.
"What is your problem?" Bulma asked, becoming annoyed.
"Nothing." Vegeta lied right through his teeth.
"Liar." Bulma growled, looking at her husband.
"Well, judging by his face, body movements, and such; he's not thrilled that this girl is Trunks's future mate." Piccolo calmly ratted Vegeta out.
'That's for posting all those pictures of me in the shower the all over town.' Piccolo thought to himself.
"Excuse me?!" Bulma asked, standing up. Now she was passed annoyed; she was beyond angry.
"Why would you tell them that?" Vegeta asked, annoyed.
"So, it's true? Why?" Bulla asked, confused.
"Vegeta?" Bulma asked through gritted teeth.
"I can't choose who his mate is; this is out of my control. She's his mate whether I like it or not." Vegeta gravely said.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Bulma asked, crossing her arms while tapping her foot.
"How can you not like someone you've never even met?" Bulla asked, confused.
"Stop!" Trunks yelled, annoyed, stopping a fight before it even started.
"Trunks?" Bulma asked, shocked, looking at her son.
"I get it. I'll tell you right now... It's not that he doesn't like her; he doesn't even know her—none of us do. It's what she is that he doesn't like; he doesn't like that she's two different races—neither of which are fighters. Am I correct in saying that?" Trunks asked, looking directly at his father.
Vegeta just looked away, annoyed; he wasn't saying anything.
"Well, I for one hope you find this girl and that she's ok. And as long as she's who you want, then we'll support you—or at least your sister and I will. Your dad will come around—eventually. We'll see you Saturday. Try to get some sleep. Come on Vegeta, take me home." Bulma stated, glaring at Vegeta; he looked a little scared.
"See you later..." Vegeta mumbled as he took off with Bulma.
"Bye!" Bulla exclaimed, waving as she left with her parents.
"Are you going to be ok?" Goten asked, looking at Trunks.
"Oh, you're still here?" Trunks asked, looking at Goten.
"Uh! Now I'm offended! How could you not know I was here?" Goten asked, making faces at Trunks.
"I guess, with my parents, sister, and Piccolo here, you really didn't get to say anything." Trunks said, shrugging Goten off.
"You really are mean." Goten said, fake hurt.
"Uh-huh..." Trunks sighed.
"So, are you going to be ok?" Goten asked again.
"I'll be fine..." Trunks sighed, running his hand through his hair.
"Ok. Well, I gotta get home; I have to study more... I'll see you Saturday." Goten said before teleporting away.
"Yeah—Saturday." Trunks sighed as he lay down on his couch.
"Don't worry too much; everything will get figured out one way or another." Piccolo said, watching as Trunks closed his eyes and waved at him as he slowly fell asleep.
Current Time: The Party:
"This is nice." Chi-Chi said, looking around Trunks's house.
"Thank you." Trunks said, looking around.
"Did you get any sleep last night?" Bulma asked, concerned as Vegeta came walking in.
"Yeah, I slept just fine last night. It's really weird. Maybe it was just some weird dream after all." Trunks said, looking at his mom while she looked at him, concerned.
"Hey, Trunks! Come out and fight with me! I've been training like crazy these last few months—I bet I can take you now!" Goten yelled with a smile.
'Thank you, Goten.' "We'll see about that!" Trunks thought to himself before running out back—away from his mother's questions.
"The food's great—as always." Goku said with his big, goofy smile.
"Thank you." Bulma said with a smile.
"At least the boys are getting along again." Chi-Chi said as she and Bulma walked outside.
"Yeah." Bulma said with a smile.
After about fifteen minutes, it started getting darker outside.
"I didn't think it was supposed to rain today." Videl said as she, Chi-Chi, Bulma, and 18 looked to the sky.
"It's not; it's supposed to be sunny and nice all day." Bulma said as everyone met up a few feet away from the house.
It was the middle of October...
Then, out of nowhere, the sky broke apart—and down came three unknown characters who looked human. Though, it was clear they were not...