Breakdown- Chapter 4: When Dreams Become Reality
Disclaimer- Well, I own Sam, but the rest of the charachters are the property of Akira Toriyama, more or less.
Author note- well, not much to say here, except that my last chapter wasn't to good and hopefully this will make up for it. Oh, and the usual warning applies. If you haven't read my other stories in the Ice timeline (A potential threat, Saiyan, A very old and dangerous person,
As all Hell Broke Loose. This one. In that order.) you will be confused!
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The place he was in was pitch black, though Trunks couldn't tell this because of a very heavy blue-grey mist swirling around him. The last thing he remembered was closing his eyes, and then finding himself here. He knew he was still in his room on his bed; he could feel himself there. But somehow he was here as well. The mist swirled and formed a blue and grey image of Trunks sleeping in his room. His body was totally straight and his face had no expression. Trunks reached out and touched the image tentatively. The picture became distorted where his hand was. He moved his arm around, swirling the image of his room back into mist. A new portrait formed before his eyes. In this one, it was morning and Goten was in his room trying to wake him up.
"Hey buddy!" Goten's voice seemed different and echoed around the place, giving his voice a strange hollow sound. The image showed Goten walking over to his yelling into his ear. The yell was magnified at least a thousand times, causing Trunks to clap his hands over his sensitive ears. He was going to kill Goten when he got out of here. Trunks watched as Goten dragged him out of bed and messed up his hair. Trunks' hand flew to his still-straight hair. Goten left the image-room and later Bulma came in. His body was moved to the hospital wing and laid on a bed next to Gohan who seemed to be in the same state he was. The mist swirled and faded leaving only grey and blue formless fog. Suddenly, Trunks was aware of a deep cut on his back. It was oozing grey-blue blood, or something very much like blood. It didn't hurt but was annoying and 'bleeding' heavily. Trunks instinctively thought losing too much blood means dying, even though he wasn't sure the stuff was blood. There was, however, no way to stop the flow. The mist whirled again, more violently this time, spinning Trunks around. The picture this time was hazy and unclear. It seemed to be a person, though he couldn't tell the gender.
"Trunks." The image spoke. It echoed around, not loudly, but gently.
"What?" Trunks asked the Image. It felt odd talking to a picture.
"Do you recognize these?" The Image waved an arm and nearby mist formed into four separate objects formed, three-dimensional and made of mist. Trunks studied them carefully. They were weapons. Something clicked in his mind.
"These weapons... I saw them when I was younger. There were four girls who bore them." He said cautiously.
"Take one. These are not the actual weapons, but copies with less of an effect on Saiyans." The Image informed.
"No way. I remember what happened to my dad and Goku when they were near those." Trunks protested.
"They are full Saiyans. They will have no effect on you." Urged the Image. Trunks reached out and was about to grasp a staff when he remembered.
"Gohan took one and was hurt right off. No, I don't think so." Trunks backed away from the misty objects.
"Gohan is weaker than you are."
"Gohan is stronger than I am! I ain't touching those things!" Trunks exclaimed.
"You WILL." It was a command. Trunks' body responded by moving toward the weapons. His arm stretched out with a will of it's own.
"I WON'T!" Trunks tried to pull back, but it wasn't easy; the Image's hold on his mind was strong. He finally managed to get his arm down and then struggled to move away from the weapon-images. The Image laughed, and Trunks noticed for the first time that the voice of the image was feminine- and familiar. But he was to busy trying to pull away to try and peg it.
"You are stronger than you look. But you MUST take one. You WILL." The Image insisted.
"NO!" Trunks roared, going Super Saiyen
"Oh, a Super Saiyen are you? Doubtless you've reached other levels as well. But that's all right." A shimmer went through the air. Trunks felt his power repressed as he tried to make the next level. He could go no further. But he could withstand the mental hold. Until it doubled.
"I am more powerful than you in this aspect, Trunks. Give up, and it ends. You'll be free to go." Trunks replied by pulling harder against the force.
"Have it your way. First you will fall out of Super Saiyan NOW." Trunks felt his power dropping. His hair returned to lavender, his eyes to their original shade of blue. "Next, you will take a weapon!" Trunks felt both his arms stretching toward the staff. He couldn't stop them. When his fingers clasped around the oak, the mental hold broke and the staff becam solid. Lightning surged through Trunks' body and he couldn't let go of the staff. The longer he held onto the staff, the more the pain increased. The more the pain increased, the tighter he clutched the staff. Finally, it stopped and Trunks dropped the staff. It turned back to formed mist.
"As I said," The Image informed Trunks "These are replicas of the originals. They are activated by me instead of by the Saiyan touch." Trunks glared at her. How he wished that image would clarify. Then he would know who that infuriating voice belonged to. He was
positive he'd heard it before. "Now. A test of physical skill. Choose your weapon." All four of the weapons became solid.
"Ladies first." Growled Trunks.
"Oh, and he's polite too." Said the Image. Mist swirled and her Image became solid. She was now a solid, but still fuzzy, person. She reached out and took a sword. Lightning did not surge through her. It was indeed as she had said. She controlled these prototypes. "Your turn." She said brightly.
"Let me guess. They are all charged with electricity, correct?" The girl nodded. "How am I supposed to fight if I can't see straight?" demanded Trunks. The girl just shrugged. Trunks grabbed the staff and lightning coursed through him again. He fought to remain standing and tryed for Super Saiyan, but his power was repressed still further. He couldn't power up at all.
"This is strictly hand-to-hand combat. No ki allowed." Stated the girl. She lunged at him with out warning and knocked him through the swirling mists. He came back and attacked her this time, but it was safe to say that she had the upper hand in this one. It was then that Trunks got an idea. Struggling to fight the blinding pain, he thrust the staff against the sword. The metal conducted the electricity to the Girl and she flickered. Trunks saw this moment of weakness and threw the staff javelin-style right at her midsection. To his great suprise, it went clean through. The girl vanished and became an image again- a very worn image.
"Not to shabby. That makes up for you not being able to withstand the mind bar." She said. The weapons all turned to mist and vanished.
"You may use your power now." Trunks felt as though a heavy burden had just been lifted from his shoulders. He powered up all the way to SSJ2, just because he could.
"Good. I see you are ready to fight." She became a solid but fuzzy person again and began to power up until the mist around her turned gold. But Trunks couldn't sense her power. The girl began a fight that was unlike Trunks had ever experienced, or ever would experience again. Every time he landed a hit, his fist or foot or ki blast would go right through his adversary, who would promptly reform. Without being able to sense ki, however, Trunks couldn't tell whether any damage was being done. He did seem to have the upper hand, though. His speed was signifantly better than hers and his ki attcks were more powerful, not to mention she didn't seem to be able to block too well. Trunks decided to end it right there, end the torment he'd been put through at the hands of this incomprehensible foe. He phased out, reappearing first behind, then in front, then to the side of her. Soon he could tell her sense of direction was getting muddled as she tried to predict where he would appear next. Trunks materialized behind the girl and landed a solid kick directly in the middle of her back. At least, it would have been solid. As it was, the momentum of his attack took him straight through her. When he turned to attack again, she had become an image once more.
"Very good. Quite a power. You could very well be the perfect warrior of your class, if it weren't for your failure in the mental department." She told him.
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"It means you are finished here and you may now know who I am." The Image rippled
and cleared. Trunks took in a sharp breath.
"You? But how? Why..." Trunks was unable to finish the sentance. Suddenly he seemed to be hurtling through space and time, dimension after dimension, blinding color, then none at all.
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In the medical wing of Capsule Corporations, Bulma quite had her hands full. Goten, Goku, Vegeta had joined Trunks and Gohan in the strange sleep. She had left all business affairs in the capable hands of her Father and Samantha. Bulma realized that though none of her charges seemed to be breathing, they were perfectly healthy. Abruptly, Trunks drew in a jagged breath. His body convulsed with a shudder and seconds later he was calm again. The monitor recording is brain waves slowed its eratic pulse to normal as the demi-saiyen relaxed into a normal sleep. Bulma blinked. She moved to wake her son, trying to rouse him by shaking him. Again, no response. She sighed. At least he looked better, more relaxed. She lefted his eyelid and was met by a bright blue, sleeping stare. So he was all right. So why wasn't he awake? Perhaps it was time to consider the possibility of a new disease...
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So how was it? Your comments count, so don't be shy. I don't care if you simply write ... or something like that...... just so I know you've read it ^.^ Oh, and in response to The Emperor, I do try to most more than once a month, but things come up. Large blocks that I'm not bright enough to go around, I just plow straight through...... heh. Well, there, this one came out sooner. Hopefully I'm out of range of Hayseed's pitchfork ^_^() Until next time, toodles!!
~mysticGohan33~
Disclaimer- Well, I own Sam, but the rest of the charachters are the property of Akira Toriyama, more or less.
Author note- well, not much to say here, except that my last chapter wasn't to good and hopefully this will make up for it. Oh, and the usual warning applies. If you haven't read my other stories in the Ice timeline (A potential threat, Saiyan, A very old and dangerous person,
As all Hell Broke Loose. This one. In that order.) you will be confused!
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The place he was in was pitch black, though Trunks couldn't tell this because of a very heavy blue-grey mist swirling around him. The last thing he remembered was closing his eyes, and then finding himself here. He knew he was still in his room on his bed; he could feel himself there. But somehow he was here as well. The mist swirled and formed a blue and grey image of Trunks sleeping in his room. His body was totally straight and his face had no expression. Trunks reached out and touched the image tentatively. The picture became distorted where his hand was. He moved his arm around, swirling the image of his room back into mist. A new portrait formed before his eyes. In this one, it was morning and Goten was in his room trying to wake him up.
"Hey buddy!" Goten's voice seemed different and echoed around the place, giving his voice a strange hollow sound. The image showed Goten walking over to his yelling into his ear. The yell was magnified at least a thousand times, causing Trunks to clap his hands over his sensitive ears. He was going to kill Goten when he got out of here. Trunks watched as Goten dragged him out of bed and messed up his hair. Trunks' hand flew to his still-straight hair. Goten left the image-room and later Bulma came in. His body was moved to the hospital wing and laid on a bed next to Gohan who seemed to be in the same state he was. The mist swirled and faded leaving only grey and blue formless fog. Suddenly, Trunks was aware of a deep cut on his back. It was oozing grey-blue blood, or something very much like blood. It didn't hurt but was annoying and 'bleeding' heavily. Trunks instinctively thought losing too much blood means dying, even though he wasn't sure the stuff was blood. There was, however, no way to stop the flow. The mist whirled again, more violently this time, spinning Trunks around. The picture this time was hazy and unclear. It seemed to be a person, though he couldn't tell the gender.
"Trunks." The image spoke. It echoed around, not loudly, but gently.
"What?" Trunks asked the Image. It felt odd talking to a picture.
"Do you recognize these?" The Image waved an arm and nearby mist formed into four separate objects formed, three-dimensional and made of mist. Trunks studied them carefully. They were weapons. Something clicked in his mind.
"These weapons... I saw them when I was younger. There were four girls who bore them." He said cautiously.
"Take one. These are not the actual weapons, but copies with less of an effect on Saiyans." The Image informed.
"No way. I remember what happened to my dad and Goku when they were near those." Trunks protested.
"They are full Saiyans. They will have no effect on you." Urged the Image. Trunks reached out and was about to grasp a staff when he remembered.
"Gohan took one and was hurt right off. No, I don't think so." Trunks backed away from the misty objects.
"Gohan is weaker than you are."
"Gohan is stronger than I am! I ain't touching those things!" Trunks exclaimed.
"You WILL." It was a command. Trunks' body responded by moving toward the weapons. His arm stretched out with a will of it's own.
"I WON'T!" Trunks tried to pull back, but it wasn't easy; the Image's hold on his mind was strong. He finally managed to get his arm down and then struggled to move away from the weapon-images. The Image laughed, and Trunks noticed for the first time that the voice of the image was feminine- and familiar. But he was to busy trying to pull away to try and peg it.
"You are stronger than you look. But you MUST take one. You WILL." The Image insisted.
"NO!" Trunks roared, going Super Saiyen
"Oh, a Super Saiyen are you? Doubtless you've reached other levels as well. But that's all right." A shimmer went through the air. Trunks felt his power repressed as he tried to make the next level. He could go no further. But he could withstand the mental hold. Until it doubled.
"I am more powerful than you in this aspect, Trunks. Give up, and it ends. You'll be free to go." Trunks replied by pulling harder against the force.
"Have it your way. First you will fall out of Super Saiyan NOW." Trunks felt his power dropping. His hair returned to lavender, his eyes to their original shade of blue. "Next, you will take a weapon!" Trunks felt both his arms stretching toward the staff. He couldn't stop them. When his fingers clasped around the oak, the mental hold broke and the staff becam solid. Lightning surged through Trunks' body and he couldn't let go of the staff. The longer he held onto the staff, the more the pain increased. The more the pain increased, the tighter he clutched the staff. Finally, it stopped and Trunks dropped the staff. It turned back to formed mist.
"As I said," The Image informed Trunks "These are replicas of the originals. They are activated by me instead of by the Saiyan touch." Trunks glared at her. How he wished that image would clarify. Then he would know who that infuriating voice belonged to. He was
positive he'd heard it before. "Now. A test of physical skill. Choose your weapon." All four of the weapons became solid.
"Ladies first." Growled Trunks.
"Oh, and he's polite too." Said the Image. Mist swirled and her Image became solid. She was now a solid, but still fuzzy, person. She reached out and took a sword. Lightning did not surge through her. It was indeed as she had said. She controlled these prototypes. "Your turn." She said brightly.
"Let me guess. They are all charged with electricity, correct?" The girl nodded. "How am I supposed to fight if I can't see straight?" demanded Trunks. The girl just shrugged. Trunks grabbed the staff and lightning coursed through him again. He fought to remain standing and tryed for Super Saiyan, but his power was repressed still further. He couldn't power up at all.
"This is strictly hand-to-hand combat. No ki allowed." Stated the girl. She lunged at him with out warning and knocked him through the swirling mists. He came back and attacked her this time, but it was safe to say that she had the upper hand in this one. It was then that Trunks got an idea. Struggling to fight the blinding pain, he thrust the staff against the sword. The metal conducted the electricity to the Girl and she flickered. Trunks saw this moment of weakness and threw the staff javelin-style right at her midsection. To his great suprise, it went clean through. The girl vanished and became an image again- a very worn image.
"Not to shabby. That makes up for you not being able to withstand the mind bar." She said. The weapons all turned to mist and vanished.
"You may use your power now." Trunks felt as though a heavy burden had just been lifted from his shoulders. He powered up all the way to SSJ2, just because he could.
"Good. I see you are ready to fight." She became a solid but fuzzy person again and began to power up until the mist around her turned gold. But Trunks couldn't sense her power. The girl began a fight that was unlike Trunks had ever experienced, or ever would experience again. Every time he landed a hit, his fist or foot or ki blast would go right through his adversary, who would promptly reform. Without being able to sense ki, however, Trunks couldn't tell whether any damage was being done. He did seem to have the upper hand, though. His speed was signifantly better than hers and his ki attcks were more powerful, not to mention she didn't seem to be able to block too well. Trunks decided to end it right there, end the torment he'd been put through at the hands of this incomprehensible foe. He phased out, reappearing first behind, then in front, then to the side of her. Soon he could tell her sense of direction was getting muddled as she tried to predict where he would appear next. Trunks materialized behind the girl and landed a solid kick directly in the middle of her back. At least, it would have been solid. As it was, the momentum of his attack took him straight through her. When he turned to attack again, she had become an image once more.
"Very good. Quite a power. You could very well be the perfect warrior of your class, if it weren't for your failure in the mental department." She told him.
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"It means you are finished here and you may now know who I am." The Image rippled
and cleared. Trunks took in a sharp breath.
"You? But how? Why..." Trunks was unable to finish the sentance. Suddenly he seemed to be hurtling through space and time, dimension after dimension, blinding color, then none at all.
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In the medical wing of Capsule Corporations, Bulma quite had her hands full. Goten, Goku, Vegeta had joined Trunks and Gohan in the strange sleep. She had left all business affairs in the capable hands of her Father and Samantha. Bulma realized that though none of her charges seemed to be breathing, they were perfectly healthy. Abruptly, Trunks drew in a jagged breath. His body convulsed with a shudder and seconds later he was calm again. The monitor recording is brain waves slowed its eratic pulse to normal as the demi-saiyen relaxed into a normal sleep. Bulma blinked. She moved to wake her son, trying to rouse him by shaking him. Again, no response. She sighed. At least he looked better, more relaxed. She lefted his eyelid and was met by a bright blue, sleeping stare. So he was all right. So why wasn't he awake? Perhaps it was time to consider the possibility of a new disease...
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So how was it? Your comments count, so don't be shy. I don't care if you simply write ... or something like that...... just so I know you've read it ^.^ Oh, and in response to The Emperor, I do try to most more than once a month, but things come up. Large blocks that I'm not bright enough to go around, I just plow straight through...... heh. Well, there, this one came out sooner. Hopefully I'm out of range of Hayseed's pitchfork ^_^() Until next time, toodles!!
~mysticGohan33~