TITLE: Seeds of the Past....
AUTHOR: Echo the Nymph
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the show.
NOTES: This is after the street encounter.
Chapter 6
Anemone sat quietly on the plane that was heading for Kame House. The sounds of the engine were muffled by the wind about them and the metal casing of the plane. Lady Kayura showed me how to do this. I just hope I focus in on the right thing this time.
Her obsidian eyes slid closed, so she reached out with a deeper sense. In her mind's eye, she saw, in a densly wooded area, a hideous creature split its skin and stand up. A shudder ran through her when she realized how evil it was. He's so disgusting. And that power is terrible. Who is he, and what does he want?
Goku let out a pained cry, startling her back to herself. She turned to look, seeing him thrashing about on his bed. His hand clutched at his heart, almost although he was applying pressure to lessen the pain. "Goku! Take this!" Chichi cried. She held the bottle to his mouth and lifted his head.
The saiya-jin swallowed the medicine, and about ten minutes later, was quiet once again. "How intense. Even in his dreams, he's still fighting." Mirai Trunks wondered. The young warrior's gaze went over to the girl sitting near their fallen comrade.
"That's Goku for you. I haven't known him for very long, but he's so easy to get along with. Once he hands you his friendship, it's forever." She then rested her head on her knees. "Don't you dare give up, soul-father." she whispered to Goku.
It was easy to tell that something was bothering her. But what? "Krillin, could you call Bulma? She's probably worried." Yamcha declared.
"Are you nuts! Why don't you call her?"
"Because I'm flying the plane." the scarred warrior countered.
The small warrior turned to Trunks. "No offense man, but your mother can be hard to deal with sometimes."
The boy started to laugh. "Tell me about it."
Soon after the conversation started, Bulma faxed a photo through to them. "Hey, taken a look." Krillin handed it the boy.
Trunks drew a startled gasp. "It does look like mine." Yet it was covered with green lichen and there was a hole blasted in the canopy.
"Exactly how many of them did we make?" Bulma inquired over the phone.
"We barely managed to make the one. What is going on here? This doesn't make any sense." he muttered. "I'm going to check it out. Where is this thing?"
"West district 1050. And, Trunks, you aren't going alone. Take Gohan and Anemone with you. I'll meet you three there." Bulma declared. The three leapt out of the plane, then bright auras surrounded them. Still over the ocean, they flew to the specified location.
The boy from the future looked surprised. Her aura is bright blue? But how? "Anemone, blue?"
"Hai, Trunks." she called over the wind, continuing to look for the machine.
"Why?"
A startled laugh answered his question. "Didn't your mother tell you?" He shook his head. "Well, I'm Vegeta's cousin, by way of my mother, Sirena."
The warrior blinked, visibly startled. So, that's why her future self and my mother are so close, and why her aura is blue as well. Finally, they reached the area the photograph had shown.
"I found it!" Gohan's voice rang through the air. They converged on his location, then landed. The boy then went to get Bulma. Once she was there, Trunks revealed that the machines were one and the same.
"It was here for three...no make that four years. So, whoever used this, was already here for a year when I battled Frieza and King Cold. Perhaps he's the one who changed history." Trunks mused.
The amazon could feel a darkness nearby. Something isn't right. So dark... They encapsulated the machines. Then, the young warrior looked over to the bushes.
"What is it, Gohan?"
"I see something." He walked over to the thing. "YUCK! This thing is gross!" His cry had caused the others to run to him.
"Is it alive?" the woman asked, in a trembling voice. Even she was frightened by the shell.
"No. Looks like a huge locust shed its skin right here."
Trunks looked at it in disgust. "This isn't from my time." He reached inside, then let out a nasty sound. "It's still wet. This thing couldn't have gone too far." His hand was withdrawn, covered with a purple ooze.
Anemone let out a moan, then fell, holding her head. He's nearby. I know it! He's after me! Pain was coursing through her young body as she struggled to stay conscious. She whimpered and curled up, still in agony. An angony that she was desperatly trying to force away. Then, she felt warm, gentle arms wrap aroun her shoulders and knees.
Mirai Trunks lifted her up from the grasses, a look of confusion on his face. "What's wrong with her?"
"Nothing. She has unusual mental abilities, so she probably senses something we can't." Gohan explained. Bulma left for Capsule Corp. in a daze. "We better go to the Kame House. It's the safest place around here."
The warrior from the future nodded, then lifted off after him. "You know the way."
AUTHOR: Echo the Nymph
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the show.
NOTES: This is after the street encounter.
Chapter 6
Anemone sat quietly on the plane that was heading for Kame House. The sounds of the engine were muffled by the wind about them and the metal casing of the plane. Lady Kayura showed me how to do this. I just hope I focus in on the right thing this time.
Her obsidian eyes slid closed, so she reached out with a deeper sense. In her mind's eye, she saw, in a densly wooded area, a hideous creature split its skin and stand up. A shudder ran through her when she realized how evil it was. He's so disgusting. And that power is terrible. Who is he, and what does he want?
Goku let out a pained cry, startling her back to herself. She turned to look, seeing him thrashing about on his bed. His hand clutched at his heart, almost although he was applying pressure to lessen the pain. "Goku! Take this!" Chichi cried. She held the bottle to his mouth and lifted his head.
The saiya-jin swallowed the medicine, and about ten minutes later, was quiet once again. "How intense. Even in his dreams, he's still fighting." Mirai Trunks wondered. The young warrior's gaze went over to the girl sitting near their fallen comrade.
"That's Goku for you. I haven't known him for very long, but he's so easy to get along with. Once he hands you his friendship, it's forever." She then rested her head on her knees. "Don't you dare give up, soul-father." she whispered to Goku.
It was easy to tell that something was bothering her. But what? "Krillin, could you call Bulma? She's probably worried." Yamcha declared.
"Are you nuts! Why don't you call her?"
"Because I'm flying the plane." the scarred warrior countered.
The small warrior turned to Trunks. "No offense man, but your mother can be hard to deal with sometimes."
The boy started to laugh. "Tell me about it."
Soon after the conversation started, Bulma faxed a photo through to them. "Hey, taken a look." Krillin handed it the boy.
Trunks drew a startled gasp. "It does look like mine." Yet it was covered with green lichen and there was a hole blasted in the canopy.
"Exactly how many of them did we make?" Bulma inquired over the phone.
"We barely managed to make the one. What is going on here? This doesn't make any sense." he muttered. "I'm going to check it out. Where is this thing?"
"West district 1050. And, Trunks, you aren't going alone. Take Gohan and Anemone with you. I'll meet you three there." Bulma declared. The three leapt out of the plane, then bright auras surrounded them. Still over the ocean, they flew to the specified location.
The boy from the future looked surprised. Her aura is bright blue? But how? "Anemone, blue?"
"Hai, Trunks." she called over the wind, continuing to look for the machine.
"Why?"
A startled laugh answered his question. "Didn't your mother tell you?" He shook his head. "Well, I'm Vegeta's cousin, by way of my mother, Sirena."
The warrior blinked, visibly startled. So, that's why her future self and my mother are so close, and why her aura is blue as well. Finally, they reached the area the photograph had shown.
"I found it!" Gohan's voice rang through the air. They converged on his location, then landed. The boy then went to get Bulma. Once she was there, Trunks revealed that the machines were one and the same.
"It was here for three...no make that four years. So, whoever used this, was already here for a year when I battled Frieza and King Cold. Perhaps he's the one who changed history." Trunks mused.
The amazon could feel a darkness nearby. Something isn't right. So dark... They encapsulated the machines. Then, the young warrior looked over to the bushes.
"What is it, Gohan?"
"I see something." He walked over to the thing. "YUCK! This thing is gross!" His cry had caused the others to run to him.
"Is it alive?" the woman asked, in a trembling voice. Even she was frightened by the shell.
"No. Looks like a huge locust shed its skin right here."
Trunks looked at it in disgust. "This isn't from my time." He reached inside, then let out a nasty sound. "It's still wet. This thing couldn't have gone too far." His hand was withdrawn, covered with a purple ooze.
Anemone let out a moan, then fell, holding her head. He's nearby. I know it! He's after me! Pain was coursing through her young body as she struggled to stay conscious. She whimpered and curled up, still in agony. An angony that she was desperatly trying to force away. Then, she felt warm, gentle arms wrap aroun her shoulders and knees.
Mirai Trunks lifted her up from the grasses, a look of confusion on his face. "What's wrong with her?"
"Nothing. She has unusual mental abilities, so she probably senses something we can't." Gohan explained. Bulma left for Capsule Corp. in a daze. "We better go to the Kame House. It's the safest place around here."
The warrior from the future nodded, then lifted off after him. "You know the way."