Sleeping Panny - Help Me
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[Author's Notes: Back to Trunksland! Yay! Okay, um.. I'd like to think the story is actually starting now. Hugs to everyone who reviewed, your comments are appreciated! If you haven't, please review it! Pretty please. 9__9 On to the chapter!]
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Trunks sped through the streets, occasionally looking around for a familiar face. The small bridal shop was quite a ways away, and he could already count on being an hour late. Looking towards the clear skies, a harbinger of what lie ahead, he sighed. Meryn had insisted on getting married as soon as possible, and he couldn't bring himself to tell her that it didn't feel right. Not yet. And every day, it came closer.. Meryn's dream wedding. And every day, he grew more unsure.
Groaning in frustration, he turned the car into a parking lot and slammed the breaks. When he was sure no one was looking, he took to the sky, putting his father's extensive training into use. It had once been a royal tradition that each heir learn the techniques that had made their kingdom powerful. And now, though it was no longer a time of tradition, weakness was not tolerated. Especially not in his father's court. Checking his watch, a small smile tugged at his lips. Maybe he wouldn't be so late after all.
He landed smoothly and jogged towards the store, praying to the Gods that Meryn wouldn't be too angry. She had grown accustomed to waiting for him lately, but she never liked being idle for long. Silently, he slipped through the doors, hoping he'd catch her off guard, hoping she would be engrossed in a magazine, hoping that she had finally found the perfect dress. Hoping he'd see anything but what he saw. Rage spread through him like wildfire, and silently, he turned away, resisting the urge to blow them both away.
Soon enough, he was in the sky again, and this time, he didn't really care if anyone was watching. The wind was refreshing against his face, and sun warmed the cold shadow that loomed above him.. but nothing could calm the raging storm that ravaged his soul. Growling softly, he tried valiantly to push the pictures from his mind, but he could only see her -- his fiancée, in someone else's arms.
It took an eternity to get back to the palace, or so it seemed, and another eternity to slip into his room. He fell back onto the bed and buried himself in blankets. He knew that he'd never be able to sleep, but he couldn't get back on his feet and fool the world either. Sighing, he closed his eyes tightly and tried to clear away the swarm of thoughts that fluttered through his mind.
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Sweat dripped down her face as she cautiously treaded through the maze of trees. Her eyes wandered the area warily, and fatigue had taken it's toll. There was no one for miles around, but still, she was alert, and still, she fought to live. Fought to stay on her feet. Fought for the hope still left in her heart. After centuries, there was still hope. There would always be hope. But her bones, her body? No, they would die someday.. like the hope of her friends, her family had died.
Suddenly, the darkness crept upon her again, and she was ready for it. Fury in her eyes, she struck incessantly, faster each time, and yet her attacks never hit. Not once. She cried out as the evil came over her once more, demolishing her body and breaking her spirit. And though she was hurt, though she couldn't bear to fight any longer, she did. Fire still burned in her eyes though her body was broken.. and as she faded away, a whisper reached his ears.
"Help me."
-- h e l p m e
"Trunks? Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. It's already dinner time. Come on, wake up." Shaking his shoulder, she murmured, "I haven't forgiven you for standing me up, you know." Meryn's whisper dragged him out of his dreamless slumber, and his eyes opened sluggishly.
Silent, his eyes met hers, blue with green, and he knew everything he had seen wasn't just an illusion, though he had hoped so dearly that it was. There was something in her eyes.. something different now, something secret. A secret she had hidden so well. A secret he wished he'd never known. Rolling over and covering his head with a pillow, he replied, "I know."
His voice was solemn and soft, and beneath it all, there was raw hurt, and there was realization. And though he didn't tell her what he knew, or how.. he didn't need to. Meryn could do her own digging. Fear and shock jumped to her eyes, and unconsciously, she edged away from the bed. Her voice was softer now, and a tinge of sadness dripped into her words, "So it's off? Everything?"
"Everything."
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[Author's Notes: Back to Trunksland! Yay! Okay, um.. I'd like to think the story is actually starting now. Hugs to everyone who reviewed, your comments are appreciated! If you haven't, please review it! Pretty please. 9__9 On to the chapter!]
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Trunks sped through the streets, occasionally looking around for a familiar face. The small bridal shop was quite a ways away, and he could already count on being an hour late. Looking towards the clear skies, a harbinger of what lie ahead, he sighed. Meryn had insisted on getting married as soon as possible, and he couldn't bring himself to tell her that it didn't feel right. Not yet. And every day, it came closer.. Meryn's dream wedding. And every day, he grew more unsure.
Groaning in frustration, he turned the car into a parking lot and slammed the breaks. When he was sure no one was looking, he took to the sky, putting his father's extensive training into use. It had once been a royal tradition that each heir learn the techniques that had made their kingdom powerful. And now, though it was no longer a time of tradition, weakness was not tolerated. Especially not in his father's court. Checking his watch, a small smile tugged at his lips. Maybe he wouldn't be so late after all.
He landed smoothly and jogged towards the store, praying to the Gods that Meryn wouldn't be too angry. She had grown accustomed to waiting for him lately, but she never liked being idle for long. Silently, he slipped through the doors, hoping he'd catch her off guard, hoping she would be engrossed in a magazine, hoping that she had finally found the perfect dress. Hoping he'd see anything but what he saw. Rage spread through him like wildfire, and silently, he turned away, resisting the urge to blow them both away.
Soon enough, he was in the sky again, and this time, he didn't really care if anyone was watching. The wind was refreshing against his face, and sun warmed the cold shadow that loomed above him.. but nothing could calm the raging storm that ravaged his soul. Growling softly, he tried valiantly to push the pictures from his mind, but he could only see her -- his fiancée, in someone else's arms.
It took an eternity to get back to the palace, or so it seemed, and another eternity to slip into his room. He fell back onto the bed and buried himself in blankets. He knew that he'd never be able to sleep, but he couldn't get back on his feet and fool the world either. Sighing, he closed his eyes tightly and tried to clear away the swarm of thoughts that fluttered through his mind.
-- h e l p m e
Sweat dripped down her face as she cautiously treaded through the maze of trees. Her eyes wandered the area warily, and fatigue had taken it's toll. There was no one for miles around, but still, she was alert, and still, she fought to live. Fought to stay on her feet. Fought for the hope still left in her heart. After centuries, there was still hope. There would always be hope. But her bones, her body? No, they would die someday.. like the hope of her friends, her family had died.
Suddenly, the darkness crept upon her again, and she was ready for it. Fury in her eyes, she struck incessantly, faster each time, and yet her attacks never hit. Not once. She cried out as the evil came over her once more, demolishing her body and breaking her spirit. And though she was hurt, though she couldn't bear to fight any longer, she did. Fire still burned in her eyes though her body was broken.. and as she faded away, a whisper reached his ears.
"Help me."
-- h e l p m e
"Trunks? Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. It's already dinner time. Come on, wake up." Shaking his shoulder, she murmured, "I haven't forgiven you for standing me up, you know." Meryn's whisper dragged him out of his dreamless slumber, and his eyes opened sluggishly.
Silent, his eyes met hers, blue with green, and he knew everything he had seen wasn't just an illusion, though he had hoped so dearly that it was. There was something in her eyes.. something different now, something secret. A secret she had hidden so well. A secret he wished he'd never known. Rolling over and covering his head with a pillow, he replied, "I know."
His voice was solemn and soft, and beneath it all, there was raw hurt, and there was realization. And though he didn't tell her what he knew, or how.. he didn't need to. Meryn could do her own digging. Fear and shock jumped to her eyes, and unconsciously, she edged away from the bed. Her voice was softer now, and a tinge of sadness dripped into her words, "So it's off? Everything?"
"Everything."