What If there was One More...
Chapter 4
"Dreams Behind Curtains"
By Lady Yagami-Sama
It had been two months since Yakima and Trunks started their training in the hyperbolic time chamber and they were becoming more and more comfortable with each other by the day.
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Yakima flung open the curtains to Trunks' bed and nudged the pile of blankets with her foot. It grunted and shifted but did not do much more than that. It was one of those rare days that Yakima was up earlier than her roommate and she enjoyed her ritual of waking sleeping beauty. She smiled to herself, "Wakey, wakey, Trunks-san!" she said nudging him again. When he did not move, her grin widened, "RISE AND SHINE, TRUNKSEY WUNKSEY!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, right next to his ear."
She laughed uproariously as he jumped nearly a foot off the bed and fell to the floor in a pile of blankets and limbs.
He glared at her as she continued to laugh, "I don't know why I put up with you," he teased, scrubbing at his eyes, "I should just leave and let Vegeta come in to train with you, see how you like that!"
Yakima raised up her hands in mock surrender, "Oh no!" she squealed, "Not Vegeta! Please, Trunks-sama, I promise to be good!"
They both laughed then as Trunks untangled himself from the blankets, "When's breakfast?" he asked, "I'm famished!"
"You're always famished, you glutton," Yakima laughed, "It's already on the table, but we have to hurry, we need to get an early start today, we've been slacking off lately."
Trunks nodded and headed toward the food. Yakima followed, smiling and blushing a little as she noticed that Trunks had forgotten to put a shirt on, he always slept in his boxers. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'he'll notice in a few minutes, and it's fun to see him blush.'
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Yakima grunted as she hit the floor after Trunks had knocked her down for the thousandth time. She was angry with herself. She was frustrated that she was not strong enough, but there was also something else. "STOP HOLDING BACK!" she yelled up angrily at the form floating in the air above her, "This will all be in vein if you don't start giving it all you've got! FIGHT ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT!"
With that she powered up to her full strength and fired a very strong energy blast at the stunned Trunks. He just barely dodged it and stood staring at his angry friend. He decided right then and there that she was right, and he stopped holding back.
He powered up fully and gathered energy for a new attack. He put his hands together and fired a stream of energy at the girl on the ground. Yakima countered it with one of her own, and at first she was pushing his back. But Trunks was too strong and he began to gain the upper hand. Yakima gave it all she had but it was just not enough, finally it was too much for her to hold back any longer and it overpowered her completely, sending her flying across the great white floor of the time chamber.
Trunks saw her go down and watched as her hair faded to its usual black, she lay without moving. He landed a safe distance from her, not wanting to be tricked again like the last time, and called to her, "You ok, Yakima-san?" he asked, but the girl did not move. He walked a bit closer and he saw that her clothes were torn and tattered where the blast had hit her. He ran to her then, knowing, without knowing, that he had hurt her. He knelt by her side and rolled her over gently, he winced at the sight of a large, bloody scrape, not unlike a bad carpet burn, but much worse. He could see already, that her skin was bruised badly around the wound itself, he picked her up gently and began to carry her back to their living area.
As he was walking up the white tiled steps leading to the beds, Trunks felt the girl shift in his arms. He looked down and found she had opened her eyes.
She looked up at him with tears in her bright green eyes, "I'm sorry," she said, "I know I am only holding you back, you should be training with someone stronger."
Trunks smiled down at her, his heart filling with something he couldn't quite explain. "There is no one else I would rather be training with," he said.
She gave him a weak smile, and without thinking Trunks leaned down and brushed his lips gently against hers. For a moment she kissed him back, but then she went limp in his arms and he knew she had fallen asleep. He pulled away quickly, wondering what had made him do such a thing. He shook his head to clear it and walked the rest of the way up the stairs and laid his friend in her bed.
He stood there for a moment looking down at her torn and bloody clothes. He knew he had to dress her wound, but that would mean he had to take off her shirt, and he didn't know how she would feel about that if she suddenly woke up.
But he felt he had no choice, so ever so gently he slid what remained of her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. As an after thought, he opened the little box on her bedside table and wound it with the silver key that rested inside it. The soft melody filled the room as Trunks bound Yakima's wound with bandaged he found in the first-aid kit. He didn't know what else to do so he covered her up, and waited.
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Yakima woke with a strangled cry of horror, as she saw visions of a Cell she had never seen looming up in the darkness. She sat up in bed, breathing hard, and cried out again, but this time in pain as she disturbed the bandages around her middle. Suddenly a hand was parting her curtains and Trunks appeared at her bedside. He stood there in only his boxers with his hair in every direction, he had obviously been sleeping when the girl woke up screaming. "Are you ok?" he asked, looking at her urgently.
Yakima nodded, numbly, "Yes, I'm fine, it was just a bad dream." She was still a little dazed about her dream and the pain in her side, so she fell silent and just sat there staring at him for a moment. She felt a bit cold and she looked down to see that she was only in her bra. She blushed as she let out a startled scream, and pulled the blankets up to her chin. When she was over her shock she looked back at Trunks, who was just standing there watching her. "Thank you," she said, "for taking care of me."
He smiled, "I was glad to do it," he said, trying to make light of it, but his eyes still showed worry, "Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yes, I'm fine, really. You can go back to bed, you look tired; really I'll be ok."
Trunks nodded, though he still looked doubtful, "Good night then," he said and went back to his own bed.
Yakima lay there for a long time, wondering why she had had such a horrible vision of Cell in her mind. She could not go to sleep, and suddenly she needed someone to talk to. "Trunks?" she asked timidly in the dark.
There was a shifting in the bed across from her, "I'm here," he replied, not sleepily at all; he had not been to sleep either.
She stared up at the ceiling above her bed. "Does Cell frighten you?" she asked, in barely more than a whisper.
There was a short silence, and then; "Yes," he said, and his voice was full of pain, "I came to this time," he continued, "to save the people of earth, and the people I love, from suffering a fate like the one my world has suffered. Cell stands in the way of that, and he is even more powerful than the androids in my time. It scares me, the things he will do if we do not stop him. So, yes, for that reason, he frightens me."
Yakima closed her eyes to fight back tears, "He terrifies me, Trunks," she said, her voice shaking with emotion, "I have never been scared of anything before, especially something I've never even seen, but this Cell, I felt his power in my bones when I landed on this planet, and now he haunts me dreams. I don't know why he scares me so, there's just something about him that chills my blood!"
"It's ok to be afraid, Yakima-san," Trunks said from his bed, "it's a different thing to be brave enough to face those fears. And I believe you are strong enough to do at least that."
The young saiyan girl was not able to answer; for she felt her throat contract and hot tears began slipping down her cheeks. She turned over and buried her face in her pillow and she was soon fast asleep.
Trunks heard her silent crying for a while before she fell asleep, he turned over in his bed, his heart going out to his brave friend, and so much more. Before long he too was drifting off into the land of slumber, for a few hours forgetting his fear and worry, and just being free to let his mind go.
Chapter 4
"Dreams Behind Curtains"
By Lady Yagami-Sama
It had been two months since Yakima and Trunks started their training in the hyperbolic time chamber and they were becoming more and more comfortable with each other by the day.
****
Yakima flung open the curtains to Trunks' bed and nudged the pile of blankets with her foot. It grunted and shifted but did not do much more than that. It was one of those rare days that Yakima was up earlier than her roommate and she enjoyed her ritual of waking sleeping beauty. She smiled to herself, "Wakey, wakey, Trunks-san!" she said nudging him again. When he did not move, her grin widened, "RISE AND SHINE, TRUNKSEY WUNKSEY!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, right next to his ear."
She laughed uproariously as he jumped nearly a foot off the bed and fell to the floor in a pile of blankets and limbs.
He glared at her as she continued to laugh, "I don't know why I put up with you," he teased, scrubbing at his eyes, "I should just leave and let Vegeta come in to train with you, see how you like that!"
Yakima raised up her hands in mock surrender, "Oh no!" she squealed, "Not Vegeta! Please, Trunks-sama, I promise to be good!"
They both laughed then as Trunks untangled himself from the blankets, "When's breakfast?" he asked, "I'm famished!"
"You're always famished, you glutton," Yakima laughed, "It's already on the table, but we have to hurry, we need to get an early start today, we've been slacking off lately."
Trunks nodded and headed toward the food. Yakima followed, smiling and blushing a little as she noticed that Trunks had forgotten to put a shirt on, he always slept in his boxers. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'he'll notice in a few minutes, and it's fun to see him blush.'
****
Yakima grunted as she hit the floor after Trunks had knocked her down for the thousandth time. She was angry with herself. She was frustrated that she was not strong enough, but there was also something else. "STOP HOLDING BACK!" she yelled up angrily at the form floating in the air above her, "This will all be in vein if you don't start giving it all you've got! FIGHT ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT!"
With that she powered up to her full strength and fired a very strong energy blast at the stunned Trunks. He just barely dodged it and stood staring at his angry friend. He decided right then and there that she was right, and he stopped holding back.
He powered up fully and gathered energy for a new attack. He put his hands together and fired a stream of energy at the girl on the ground. Yakima countered it with one of her own, and at first she was pushing his back. But Trunks was too strong and he began to gain the upper hand. Yakima gave it all she had but it was just not enough, finally it was too much for her to hold back any longer and it overpowered her completely, sending her flying across the great white floor of the time chamber.
Trunks saw her go down and watched as her hair faded to its usual black, she lay without moving. He landed a safe distance from her, not wanting to be tricked again like the last time, and called to her, "You ok, Yakima-san?" he asked, but the girl did not move. He walked a bit closer and he saw that her clothes were torn and tattered where the blast had hit her. He ran to her then, knowing, without knowing, that he had hurt her. He knelt by her side and rolled her over gently, he winced at the sight of a large, bloody scrape, not unlike a bad carpet burn, but much worse. He could see already, that her skin was bruised badly around the wound itself, he picked her up gently and began to carry her back to their living area.
As he was walking up the white tiled steps leading to the beds, Trunks felt the girl shift in his arms. He looked down and found she had opened her eyes.
She looked up at him with tears in her bright green eyes, "I'm sorry," she said, "I know I am only holding you back, you should be training with someone stronger."
Trunks smiled down at her, his heart filling with something he couldn't quite explain. "There is no one else I would rather be training with," he said.
She gave him a weak smile, and without thinking Trunks leaned down and brushed his lips gently against hers. For a moment she kissed him back, but then she went limp in his arms and he knew she had fallen asleep. He pulled away quickly, wondering what had made him do such a thing. He shook his head to clear it and walked the rest of the way up the stairs and laid his friend in her bed.
He stood there for a moment looking down at her torn and bloody clothes. He knew he had to dress her wound, but that would mean he had to take off her shirt, and he didn't know how she would feel about that if she suddenly woke up.
But he felt he had no choice, so ever so gently he slid what remained of her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. As an after thought, he opened the little box on her bedside table and wound it with the silver key that rested inside it. The soft melody filled the room as Trunks bound Yakima's wound with bandaged he found in the first-aid kit. He didn't know what else to do so he covered her up, and waited.
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Yakima woke with a strangled cry of horror, as she saw visions of a Cell she had never seen looming up in the darkness. She sat up in bed, breathing hard, and cried out again, but this time in pain as she disturbed the bandages around her middle. Suddenly a hand was parting her curtains and Trunks appeared at her bedside. He stood there in only his boxers with his hair in every direction, he had obviously been sleeping when the girl woke up screaming. "Are you ok?" he asked, looking at her urgently.
Yakima nodded, numbly, "Yes, I'm fine, it was just a bad dream." She was still a little dazed about her dream and the pain in her side, so she fell silent and just sat there staring at him for a moment. She felt a bit cold and she looked down to see that she was only in her bra. She blushed as she let out a startled scream, and pulled the blankets up to her chin. When she was over her shock she looked back at Trunks, who was just standing there watching her. "Thank you," she said, "for taking care of me."
He smiled, "I was glad to do it," he said, trying to make light of it, but his eyes still showed worry, "Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yes, I'm fine, really. You can go back to bed, you look tired; really I'll be ok."
Trunks nodded, though he still looked doubtful, "Good night then," he said and went back to his own bed.
Yakima lay there for a long time, wondering why she had had such a horrible vision of Cell in her mind. She could not go to sleep, and suddenly she needed someone to talk to. "Trunks?" she asked timidly in the dark.
There was a shifting in the bed across from her, "I'm here," he replied, not sleepily at all; he had not been to sleep either.
She stared up at the ceiling above her bed. "Does Cell frighten you?" she asked, in barely more than a whisper.
There was a short silence, and then; "Yes," he said, and his voice was full of pain, "I came to this time," he continued, "to save the people of earth, and the people I love, from suffering a fate like the one my world has suffered. Cell stands in the way of that, and he is even more powerful than the androids in my time. It scares me, the things he will do if we do not stop him. So, yes, for that reason, he frightens me."
Yakima closed her eyes to fight back tears, "He terrifies me, Trunks," she said, her voice shaking with emotion, "I have never been scared of anything before, especially something I've never even seen, but this Cell, I felt his power in my bones when I landed on this planet, and now he haunts me dreams. I don't know why he scares me so, there's just something about him that chills my blood!"
"It's ok to be afraid, Yakima-san," Trunks said from his bed, "it's a different thing to be brave enough to face those fears. And I believe you are strong enough to do at least that."
The young saiyan girl was not able to answer; for she felt her throat contract and hot tears began slipping down her cheeks. She turned over and buried her face in her pillow and she was soon fast asleep.
Trunks heard her silent crying for a while before she fell asleep, he turned over in his bed, his heart going out to his brave friend, and so much more. Before long he too was drifting off into the land of slumber, for a few hours forgetting his fear and worry, and just being free to let his mind go.
