Like the light in the eye of the storm,
Tellin' me not to cry anymore.
Where I watched my whole world fall apart,
Shinin' through like on angel from afar
Trunks yawned, stepping out into the hallway. Almost immediately he bumped into someone. "Oh! Sumimasen, Trunks-san," Taira. He rubbed his eyes to clear his vision. Definitely Taira. "Ohayo, Taira-san," he greeted.
She blushed at the title but didn't remark. "Ohayo. When're we leaving?" Trunks shrugged. "When Gohan-san gets here, I guess," "Ah." She paused. "...When will that be?"
"Are you that eager to leave me all by myself?"
"Bulma-san!" Taira jumped and turned around, greeting the aqua-haired woman happily. Trunks smiled. "Ohayo gozaimasu, Okaasan," Bulma grinned back, returning Taira's hesitant hug. The doorbell rang and Trunks tilted his head to one side thoughtfully.
"It's Gohan-san," he said after a moment.
Taira's eyes widened. "How do you know?" "Easy. I can sense his power level," he responded as Taira stared at the front door, where Bulma was letting the spiky-haired demi- Saiya-jin in.
"Ready to go, you two?" he asked after greeting them all. "Hai, Gohan-san," both teens replied simultaneously. Gohan smiled. "All right, then. Bulma-san, we'll be back before dark."
Not 'we should'; 'we will'. Trunks knew the reason for that. 'Always keep an optomistic look on life and you'll live it to the fullest.' He didn't remember who told him that or even where it came from- there was the chance he'd made it up himself, although he doubted it- but lived by it. Especially in this day in time, where things were already far too gruesome.
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"Don't you know it's dangerous to be out all by yourself, what with the jinzouningen and all?" Taira jumped, turning quickly.
"What say you come get out of sight of those destructive machines? I wouldn't want such a pretty young lady like you to get hurt,"
She knew what the yaro really wanted. 'Trunks-san, where are you?!' This man wasn't nearly as foul-looking as some of the other men that had approached her and her sister before, but still...
With a startled thought, she realized she was up against the remnants of a wrecked building. Definitely, definitely bad. 'Kami, why do they pick on me?! Don't they have anything better to do?!?'
"Leave me alone!"
Panicked, Taira managed to squeeze by and ran. A loud crack sounded in the air, followed by a sharp pain in her shoulder. She cried out, stumbling, but kept going. Footsteps sounded behind her, then she ran into something that felt suspiciously close to being a wall.
'Oh, kuso. I should've watched where I was going... I'm probably in some dark alley, miles from help...'
"Taira-san?"
She blinked away the black spots and looked up. Spiky black hair and black eyes. That was the last she saw before total darkness.
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Gohan lifted the girl, seeing the man that had tried to take advantage of her turn and run. 'Keep going,' he thought angrily, carefully applying pressure to the gunshot wound on her shoulder. 'Bulma-san can help,' he thought, taking off into the sky.
Five long minutes later he touched down in front of Capsule Corp. and darted inside. "Gohan-kun? Did you get anything good?" Bulma called, stepping out of her lab and into the hallway. Her eyes widened. "What happened?"
"She got shot," he replied. He could see the 'Why?' questions in her eyes, but she turned and led him to the medical room.
"How bad is it?"
"Not fatal. I think she mainly fainted from shock and quite literally running into me," "Oh." Gohan set Taira down on the table and stepped back so Bulma could work. "Pretty, isn't she?"
"Hai," Gohan replied absently. "That's why she was shot?" Gohan nodded. "Can't they take a break?" Bulma growled. "Honestly, the world's being torn apart and all some people can think about is themselves,"
"What happened?"
Bulma paused. "Trunks-chan, she got shot. Nothing to worry about," The lavender-haired demi- Saiya-jin was immediately at the girl's side. "Who shot her and why?" he demanded. Gohan smiled grimly. "Some guy that wanted to have his way,"
Trunks' face showed confusion, then recognition and anger. "Yaro," he hissed. "Trunks! Watch your language!" Bulma scolded. Trunks blushed and ducked his head. "Gomen nasai, okaasan,"
Tellin' me not to cry anymore.
Where I watched my whole world fall apart,
Shinin' through like on angel from afar
Trunks yawned, stepping out into the hallway. Almost immediately he bumped into someone. "Oh! Sumimasen, Trunks-san," Taira. He rubbed his eyes to clear his vision. Definitely Taira. "Ohayo, Taira-san," he greeted.
She blushed at the title but didn't remark. "Ohayo. When're we leaving?" Trunks shrugged. "When Gohan-san gets here, I guess," "Ah." She paused. "...When will that be?"
"Are you that eager to leave me all by myself?"
"Bulma-san!" Taira jumped and turned around, greeting the aqua-haired woman happily. Trunks smiled. "Ohayo gozaimasu, Okaasan," Bulma grinned back, returning Taira's hesitant hug. The doorbell rang and Trunks tilted his head to one side thoughtfully.
"It's Gohan-san," he said after a moment.
Taira's eyes widened. "How do you know?" "Easy. I can sense his power level," he responded as Taira stared at the front door, where Bulma was letting the spiky-haired demi- Saiya-jin in.
"Ready to go, you two?" he asked after greeting them all. "Hai, Gohan-san," both teens replied simultaneously. Gohan smiled. "All right, then. Bulma-san, we'll be back before dark."
Not 'we should'; 'we will'. Trunks knew the reason for that. 'Always keep an optomistic look on life and you'll live it to the fullest.' He didn't remember who told him that or even where it came from- there was the chance he'd made it up himself, although he doubted it- but lived by it. Especially in this day in time, where things were already far too gruesome.
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"Don't you know it's dangerous to be out all by yourself, what with the jinzouningen and all?" Taira jumped, turning quickly.
"What say you come get out of sight of those destructive machines? I wouldn't want such a pretty young lady like you to get hurt,"
She knew what the yaro really wanted. 'Trunks-san, where are you?!' This man wasn't nearly as foul-looking as some of the other men that had approached her and her sister before, but still...
With a startled thought, she realized she was up against the remnants of a wrecked building. Definitely, definitely bad. 'Kami, why do they pick on me?! Don't they have anything better to do?!?'
"Leave me alone!"
Panicked, Taira managed to squeeze by and ran. A loud crack sounded in the air, followed by a sharp pain in her shoulder. She cried out, stumbling, but kept going. Footsteps sounded behind her, then she ran into something that felt suspiciously close to being a wall.
'Oh, kuso. I should've watched where I was going... I'm probably in some dark alley, miles from help...'
"Taira-san?"
She blinked away the black spots and looked up. Spiky black hair and black eyes. That was the last she saw before total darkness.
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Gohan lifted the girl, seeing the man that had tried to take advantage of her turn and run. 'Keep going,' he thought angrily, carefully applying pressure to the gunshot wound on her shoulder. 'Bulma-san can help,' he thought, taking off into the sky.
Five long minutes later he touched down in front of Capsule Corp. and darted inside. "Gohan-kun? Did you get anything good?" Bulma called, stepping out of her lab and into the hallway. Her eyes widened. "What happened?"
"She got shot," he replied. He could see the 'Why?' questions in her eyes, but she turned and led him to the medical room.
"How bad is it?"
"Not fatal. I think she mainly fainted from shock and quite literally running into me," "Oh." Gohan set Taira down on the table and stepped back so Bulma could work. "Pretty, isn't she?"
"Hai," Gohan replied absently. "That's why she was shot?" Gohan nodded. "Can't they take a break?" Bulma growled. "Honestly, the world's being torn apart and all some people can think about is themselves,"
"What happened?"
Bulma paused. "Trunks-chan, she got shot. Nothing to worry about," The lavender-haired demi- Saiya-jin was immediately at the girl's side. "Who shot her and why?" he demanded. Gohan smiled grimly. "Some guy that wanted to have his way,"
Trunks' face showed confusion, then recognition and anger. "Yaro," he hissed. "Trunks! Watch your language!" Bulma scolded. Trunks blushed and ducked his head. "Gomen nasai, okaasan,"