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Chapter Two: New Girl in Town
"You met any androids?" - Relena
March 22, Friday à 20 days until the eclipse
-Vegeta-
Bulma stirs next to me. I watch as her gorgeous blue eyes, those bottomless cerulean pools, flutter open. She glances at me and sees that I am also awake. She smiles.
"Hi," she yawns, and I can't help but smile back at her, it is such an odd thing to say. It was, dare I say it, cute.
"What time is it," my mate continued.
"Early," I reply. It is close to three in the morning. I embrace her, pressing her bare flesh to mine. "Go back to sleep."
She nuzzles my shoulder, closing her eyes. After a few moments, she is already asleep. I continue to hold her, feeling her breath on my shoulder. I can feel her heartbeat and my heartbeat and can swear the two pulses are completely in sync. She sighs in her sleep and puts her arms around my neck.
An angel.
My angel.
All I'll ever need, safe and snug in my arms.
Without her, who knows where I'd be now? Probably still roaming around the universe, a ruthless killer on a hopeless quest for immortality and infinite power. Maybe something worse, if that's possible. I don't really want to know. I don't even want to think about it.
Of course, all I can think about now is the dream. Or nightmare. I'm not really sure which. I had the dream an hour ago, and when I woke I couldn't get back to sleep. Naturally, I settled for watching over my mate, but the dream still ran through my mind.
I am standing in a room. More like a cave really. I remember the ground being rock. The walls could also have been of stone, but I couldn't see them. I was surrounded by blackness.
I remember being in jeans rather than shorts because it was cold outside. And hiking boots because it had recently rained and the ground was swampy. No shirt, though, because for some reason I wasn't supposed to have been outside for very long. This was all pretty ridiculous. Recently, the weather was very warm and there were clear skies. So why wouldn't I want to be outside?
I had apparently found my way into this cave. As I stand in the dark cavern, I spot a light above me. Not a bright, golden light as from the sun, but a grayish light. I identify this as the exit of the cave; I can hear Bulma calling to me from it.
But before I can fly out, there is a different voice from the surrounding blackness. It is calling for me. The sound is icy and chilling, yet oddly warm and soothing at the same time. It wants me to come to it.
Even more odd, I almost do. I am compelled to follow the voice for no apparent reason. I don't even know whom it is that is calling to me.
But Bulma's voice, louder now, shatters the compulsion, and I can now see her face in the gray glow. I move to escape the cave, but then the strangest thing happens.
"You can only hear me, Vegeta."
Bulma's voice fades away and so does her face.
"You do not see the light, Vegeta."
The gray light vanishes and the cave completely darkens.
"Come."
Suddenly I am moving obediently toward the voice. Slowly, step by step. I do not want to, but the hypnotic voice invades my brain, putting me into a trance. I cannot resist.
As I approach I can make out a faint outline of the voice's body, just enough to tell it is a woman.
"You are mine."
Then I wake up, of course.
So, dream or nightmare? Hard to say.
Definitely one of the most interesting dreams I've ever had.
"Well, class," Mrs. Peterson announced. "We have a new student today."
Bra looked away from the window to the girl standing next to the teacher.
"This is Relena Carter. I trust you will be kind and assist her if she needs any help." Mrs. Peterson turned to Relena and pointed to Bra. "You may take that seat next to Miss Briefs. Maybe you can help me keep her attention."
Bra's eyes followed the girl as she glided down the aisle of desks to the seat neighboring her own. Relena was very attractive; there was no denying that to the male half of the class who kept glancing at her as Mrs. Peterson began the lesson. She wore the standard uniform, but in a way that made the dress code seem naughty. Relena wore a white blouse, with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up past her elbows. Her black skirt hung down well above the knee; Bra became positive that Relena purposely hemmed it two inches. The arms of her ebony cardigan had been tied around her waist. She wore thin, black, knee-high socks and clunky, black Mary Janes. Relena's short, curly, auburn hair fell down an inch below the shoulder, and her eyes...
Whoa, Bra thought to herself as Relena glanced at her. Her eyes are so green. Practically neon. Is she wearing contacts?
"Hi," Relena whispered to her, keeping her piercing gaze on Mrs. Peterson to see if she was watching. "Nice to meet you. What's your name?" She looked at Bra now.
"My name's Bra," Bra replied. "Nice to meet you too."
"So how's this one?" Relena asked, jerking her head towards the middle-age woman at the chalkboard.
"A little strict," Bra replied. "But it's pretty boring when you have to listen to her drone on and on all day."
"Maybe she's an automaton."
"No, I don't think so."
"Oh, really? How would you know? You met any androids?"
"No," Bra lied.
"I'm sorry," Mrs. Peterson spoke up. "I was trying to teach while you two were trying to talk."
"My bad," Relena said, hands up, palms facing Mrs. Peterson. "Just trying to make a friend."
"Excuse me?" Mrs. Peterson snapped. "Don't take that attitude with me! You are on thin ice, young lady!"
Relena straightened her posture, folding her hands together on the desk. "I'm sorry ma'am. Sometimes my mouth runs away with me."
"Well don't let it happen again! Most students try to make a good first impression on me. You've already failed that!" With a huff, their teacher turned back to the board.
Relena smiled and winked at Bra. Bra grinned back.
Maybe class would be more interesting from now on.
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Two thousand years ago I was imprisoned within the earth's crust by six powerful shamans who took it upon themselves to save the planet. They focused their positive energy to form an unbreakable shell around my wrath and me, and transported me deep into the earth.
Alas, the power they had could not make the cage permanent. So with each shift in the earth's axis, the barrier around me weakened. The most recent shift shattered it completely, allowing me to begin my takeover and become stronger from the negative forces above.
As I lie dormant, I can sense the activities of any being above me. This is how I learned of my conduit and so much about him and his companions.
This is how I learned of the scroll.
The shamans all knew that one day I would break free. One of the shamans, Guar, was also a seer. He saw my future plans in a vision and, along with the other shamans, inscribed the events onto a scroll. The parchment was passed down to their children, and their children's children, and so on as a warning of the destruction to take place.
Of course, as it was almost a trend in those ancient times, the civilization disappeared. The scroll was lost in the ruins of the civilization as year after year coatings of sand blanketed the village.
Imagine my surprise when the scroll was uncovered one month ago. I wasn't fazed at first as I sensed the archaeologists carefully restore it to reading condition; the lost civilization had had its own language. There was little chance they could translate it, and even if they did they would mark it off as ridiculous ancient fortune telling.
But I didn't count on one of the archaeologists being an undercover member of a secret society not affiliated with any government. He stole the scroll from his comrades and sent it to the society's headquarters. There, they began to translate the passage. When they knew enough to tell where I would strike, what I needed, and had a rough idea of it being soon, they sent a single agent to find the conduit before I did. A young female.
I'm shaking.
They'll never find him until its too late.
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"Exactly how much time do you spend at Capsule Corporations?"
" Just enough to keep it in good business," Trunks replied to Marron's question.
"Does your mom even know how many times you've played hooky?" Goten asked.
"Does your mom know that you're not really going to job interviews?" Trunks retorted.
"Touché."
The trio walked past Satan City Park, past all the neon advertisements for an eclipse party on April eleventh. It was to be held in the park itself.
"Are you guys going to that?" Marron asked.
"That eclipse thing?" Trunks though for a moment. "I guess so. 'Kaasan will probably make 'Tousan come, so the whole family will probably be there."
"Mine, too," Goten put in. "Maybe we should warn all the food venders about my tousan's appetite..."
"Maybe we should warn them about you two also," Marron retorted. "My parents are coming too. We'll probably just wind up walking around together."
"Do you guys remember what happened at that winter festival in December?" Trunks said, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
"Oh, Dende..." Goten sighed.
Marron smirked. "You mean when Goku actually struck Vegeta in the back of his head with a snowball?"
"I guess he didn't think that Vegeta would get so pissed off," Goten said meekly.
"Vegeta takes everything seriously," Marron pointed out, rolling her eyes. "He chased Goku all over the grounds and they wound up destroying over fifty booths."
"And it didn't help that Goku won a troll doll at one of those games and gave it to 'Tousan," Trunks added.
"The time is soon!" one raving man screamed to anyone who would listen, interrupting their conversation. He looked so helpless and desperate in his ragged clothing, but his manner was wild as he waved an old, beaten sign around.
"'The world ends on the eclipse.'" Trunks read from the cardboard sign.
Marron began walking faster, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. "Lunatics. They freak me out."
"End of the world." Goten rolled his eyes. "I think our parents took care of that, oh, about a trillion times. With a little help from us."
Trunks nodded. "Really. I think the earth has been in jeopardy as much as I can stand."