Something was definitely wrong. Very, very wrong.
Taira closed the front door behind herself silently, pulling the hood of her raincoat down more. There was definitely something wrong. It was as if the entire world (or this city, at least, for she had no way of determining how the rest of the world fared at this moment in time) had suddenly become saddened.
As though it had suffered a great loss.
Taira darted through alleyways and deserted streets as fast as she dared, preparing for the worst. She fingered the communicator she had gotten from Bulma, making sure it was safely tucked into her pocket. They each carried one, for emergencies only, that was also linked to the medical room like a remote control. Very useful.
Taira paused as she felt a wave of power brush by her, then took to running full-out and throwing caution to the wind. Six and a half weeks of living with the Briefs, and she knew better than to dawdle more than she ever had before. Her feet slipped several times on the slick ground below, causing her to stumble and fall a few times.
She stopped suddenly, eyes widening as she beheld the sight in front of her with nothing less than a mix of terror and amazement.
There, in the rain, lay Gohan. Beside him was Trunks, head tilted to the sky and a gold aura surrounding him. His hair stood in spikes above his head, defying not only gravity but the pounding rain as well.
He stopped screaming- and only then did Taira notice he had been- and stared down at Gohan, tears still making their way down his cheeks from his turquoise eyes.
"Trunks-san?" she asked cautiously.
His eerily solid eyes stayed focused on his only male companion as Taira inched closer.
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The buzzer sounded frantically and Bulma leapt out of her seat, startled. She snatched up the tracking device and frantically scanned it.
Taking note of the location, she snatched a capsule and darted out the door.
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He was aware of a familiar voice comforting him as arms circled him in an attempt to comfort. In reality, all the simple gesture did was suffocate him. Make him feel trapped.
Guilty.
He hadn't helped-- the thought that Gohan had knocked him unconscious did not make any difference-- and now the only father figure, brother, best friend, and sensei he had was dead.
Dead.
Because of him.
"Trunks-kun? Daijibou ka?"
That had to be the fifth time she'd asked him. "H- iie,"
Her arms tightened around him, almost as if trying to protect him. Maybe she was. It didn't matter.
Nothing mattered anymore.
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Well.... Umm... I personally haven't seen that episode, so if it's wrong.... This is a fanfic! Things are different! ^-^;;;;
And I'm going to post the next chapter when my reviews hit twenty. ^-^ So review, and have a nice day!! ^-^
Taira closed the front door behind herself silently, pulling the hood of her raincoat down more. There was definitely something wrong. It was as if the entire world (or this city, at least, for she had no way of determining how the rest of the world fared at this moment in time) had suddenly become saddened.
As though it had suffered a great loss.
Taira darted through alleyways and deserted streets as fast as she dared, preparing for the worst. She fingered the communicator she had gotten from Bulma, making sure it was safely tucked into her pocket. They each carried one, for emergencies only, that was also linked to the medical room like a remote control. Very useful.
Taira paused as she felt a wave of power brush by her, then took to running full-out and throwing caution to the wind. Six and a half weeks of living with the Briefs, and she knew better than to dawdle more than she ever had before. Her feet slipped several times on the slick ground below, causing her to stumble and fall a few times.
She stopped suddenly, eyes widening as she beheld the sight in front of her with nothing less than a mix of terror and amazement.
There, in the rain, lay Gohan. Beside him was Trunks, head tilted to the sky and a gold aura surrounding him. His hair stood in spikes above his head, defying not only gravity but the pounding rain as well.
He stopped screaming- and only then did Taira notice he had been- and stared down at Gohan, tears still making their way down his cheeks from his turquoise eyes.
"Trunks-san?" she asked cautiously.
His eerily solid eyes stayed focused on his only male companion as Taira inched closer.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The buzzer sounded frantically and Bulma leapt out of her seat, startled. She snatched up the tracking device and frantically scanned it.
Taking note of the location, she snatched a capsule and darted out the door.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He was aware of a familiar voice comforting him as arms circled him in an attempt to comfort. In reality, all the simple gesture did was suffocate him. Make him feel trapped.
Guilty.
He hadn't helped-- the thought that Gohan had knocked him unconscious did not make any difference-- and now the only father figure, brother, best friend, and sensei he had was dead.
Dead.
Because of him.
"Trunks-kun? Daijibou ka?"
That had to be the fifth time she'd asked him. "H- iie,"
Her arms tightened around him, almost as if trying to protect him. Maybe she was. It didn't matter.
Nothing mattered anymore.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well.... Umm... I personally haven't seen that episode, so if it's wrong.... This is a fanfic! Things are different! ^-^;;;;
And I'm going to post the next chapter when my reviews hit twenty. ^-^ So review, and have a nice day!! ^-^