Unknown Realms
Chapter 7-Back home
I wonder how everyone is doing… thought Trunks as he drummed his fingers on the food tray in front of him. He had finally snuck out of the "prison school" as he called it, and bought a plane ticket to return to Satan City. Or was it that he was kicked out?
Goten better have a girlfriend by now, hmmm. I think I'll challenge him to a sparring match, just to make sure I haven't softened up. Then again, I did promise Pan I would take her for ice cream when I got back… But Mom'll want me to study more, then Dad'll want me to train, but I've gotta get a date for Saturday night, and… he slammed his hand on the food tray, surprisingly not breaking it.
"Arrrgh!! So many things to do…" he ran a hand through his silky lavender hair. Letting out a heavy sigh, he put his hands behind his head and waited for the flight to be over.
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Taylor walked around the city, holding the small bag in front of her. Sighing she reached one hand up and held onto her forehead.
"Man, this really bites, there's no one around to talk to, no action, and no good stores to blow off all this cash…" she ran her hand through her hair. As if on cue, three scruff-looking guys came out from the alleys around her, chains and brass knuckles in their hands.
"Hey, babe, looking for a good time?" one of them said. She looked over her shoulder at him and frowned.
"Not unless you wanna get your ass kicked," she looked in front of her and kept walking. The man growled and cut her off by stepping in front of her.
"You know it's not nice to ignore someone when they're talking to you," he smirked.
"And its also not nice to do this," she picked up her small bag and hit him across the face with it, breaking its contents.
"You'll pay for that," he held his face and looked at her with anger in his eyes.
"Really? Cash or charge?" she dropped the bag and crossed her arms. Suddenly, he jumped at her only to be met by the cold hard pavement, as she moved out of the way. The other two guys rushed at her, but she ducked and they crashed into each other.
"Get her!" he yelled, setting her off in a mad dash down the street. As they chased after her, she ran down an alley, knocking over trashcans, boxes, crates, anything there while hopping over them.
"Well, this certainly is interesting," she thought.
~*~*~
Trunks picked up his luggage and walked out of the airport. He quickly capsulized his bags and walked off towards Satan City. After walking a few blocks, he heard strange noises coming from an alley ahead of him. He stopped walking as he saw a girl just knock over a trashcan and run out of the alley, running in front of him to the other side of the street. Without having anyone notice him, he blurred across the street to watch. Three men followed her, as all four of them barely dodge on-coming cars. The girl had just reached the sidewalk when the guy behind her snapped the chain around her ankle, sending her to the floor. She twisted around and kicked him square in the jaw, releasing the chain from her foot. Not a second later, she jumped to her feet and ran into the park away from the gang. A few more of them had joined the three before and had now managed to surround her. Trunks stood a fair distance away behind a tree, ready to come in at any time if needed.
"Listen, babe, you've made us work for our prize, and we don't like to work," one man said.
"Prize? I'm sorry I must have been mistaken, because the only prize you're going to get is a fat lip, if you don't get out of my way!!" she yelled.
"Oh, boys, the little girl thinks she's tough, isn't that cute?"
"Little?! From this distance I don't think you know what you're up against," her eyes flashed with an eerie glint. One man had had enough of this and launched an attack to her back, with a bat. She quickly snapped her hand up and caught the bat in her bare hand and glared at the man. He shifted his gaze to the other men with unexpected horror. Before any of them could react, she sent the man into two others with a sidekick.
Trunks looked on, impressed at what this girl was showing. "I wonder where she learned to fight like that," he thought. She had just punched the last man in the gut and brought her elbow down on the back of his neck, knocking him down. She stepped over him and dropped the bat.
"Men, they never learn…" he heard her mumble, causing him to smirk. He was about to come out and confront her when she looked down at her watch and face faulted. "I am so late!!" She hopped over the guys on the floor and ran as fast as she could towards her home.
"That was… different," said Trunks.
~*~*~
Taylor had been up since four o'clock in the morning, rearranging and decorating her room… without food. And after that incident she was already tired. She dipped the roller brush in the pan of paint that sat next to her feet on top of a rag. She lifted the brush and smeared the navy blue paint on the wall. She was wearing her overalls and a tank top underneath.
"I'm running low," she mumbled and reached into her pocket, pulling out a hand full of silver glitter. She blew it out of her hand and waved her hand around to spread it. Suddenly a horrible, nauseating feeling churned in her stomach. She grasped her midsection and dropped down on her haunches. Just then Videl walked into the room.
"Honey, are you okay?" she rushed to her side, in hopes of helping her.
"Yeah, Kaasan, just a little hungry. Don't worry about it," she lied. Taylor knew it was much worse than that. It probably has something to do with whatever Sheik injected in me… she thought. Videl help her stand up.
"Well then, you're coming with me. We're going to put some food in you! You haven't eaten in twelve hours!" she walked by her side down the stairs.
"Oh, mother! Please, I've gone more than twenty-four hours without food on several occasions!!" she whined.
Videl looked at her with shock written all over her face. "Twenty-four hours?!? Kami, no wonder you're so thin!!" she pinched the skin on Taylor's side.
"Ow! Kaasan! That hurt!" she sat down at the table. "So what are we having?" she tried to see into the pot from her angle.
"The usual…" she answered simply.
"Aw, mama, ramen again?" she teased. Videl hit the top of Taylor's head with a wooden spoon.
"No, it's not ramen. It's teriyaki chicken." She stirred it.
"Kaasan, can you hurry it up? I really do not want that paint to set just yet, I still have to add some more accessories!!" she whined.
"Quit being so impatient… there!" she handed a dish of food to her. She quickly ate it up, and ran upstairs to finish her work.
Sighing Videl leaned against the counter, "that girl will never learn…"
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Trunks grabbed a cab and headed for Pan's house. He could have flown, but he didn't want to let anyone sense his ki coming. When he arrived, he walked up to the front door, faint rock music could be heard, and was about to knock, but found that it was already open.
"Konnichiwa? Is anyone home?" he asked, the music getting somewhat louder when he opened the door. Hearing no answer he started walking up the stairs to see where the music was coming from.
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Taylor had finished painting and had managed to get a bed, stereo and a few other tables into the room. She had put on one of her CD's and had put it up fairly high, since Videl had said she was going out shopping with Pan, and Gohan was at work. She had changed into black shorts and a light blue spaghetti strap. Chewing gum, she flipped through a journal and looked for an empty page. She put the cap on her pen and started writing.
Today, I finished decoratin' ma room; it looks cool. When I put the black light on at night, it'll look like the sky, only inside…. Listenin to a new rock band… their good… I guess… well gotz nuttin else to rite, so ciao ciao
Taylor jumped off her bed and bent down on the floor. She lifted a loose board in the floor and pried open another one. She dropped the journal inside and pulled out a cd player and magazine. She jumped down on the boards, setting them back in place. She hopped on her bed and put in one of her favorite punk bands in the cd player. She put the headphones on and turned off the stereo. She flipped on her stomach and placed her feet on her pillow. Chewing gum, she flipped through her, The Car Magazine, and slightly rocked her head with the music. She swayed her feet back and forth; one of her legs was bandage from her knee to her ankle. She had somehow gotten wounded, even though she didn't remember how.
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Hearing the music turn off, Trunks noted that someone was in the room. He made his way up the stairs and stood outside the room, looking at the door. He looked at the signs that were plastered on the door. 'Stay out!' 'I have PMS be afraid, be very afraid' a biohazard sign, and 'Get the hell away from my room.' Trunks smirked and quietly opened the door. As he looked in he could only stare. She looked vaguely familiar to him, although he didn't know from where he'd seen her before. He certainly didn't remember meeting her. Of course, he remembered her from before in the park when she was in a fight, but that wasn't it. He watched as she flipped pages of a magazine, he couldn't make out what kind it was, she blew a bubble with her gum, and mumbled the lyrics to the song she was listening to. Suddenly, her eyes widened and her mouth was hanging open, her gum falling on the floor.
"Ooo, five second rule," she reached over the foot of her bed and quickly picked up the gum and popped it back into her mouth.
"That was six seconds," he chuckled. And watched as she stood on her bed and folded the magazine half, looking at one page.
"Oh, now this one has a nice body… perfect for a Saturday night date…" she bit her finger. Trunks looked at her, not believing she was looking at a porn magazine, or so he thought, "Thirty thousand dollars?! Oh, come on you can sell for cheaper than that!" Trunks did a double take, and luckily she didn't see him. She turned around, still standing on her bed and reached up to the ceiling, opening a trap door and placing the magazine inside of it. While she was turned around, Trunks walked behind her to get a closer look. He noticed that she had her leg bandaged.
Wonder how she got that… he thought, but didn't have enough time as she swung around, performing a roundhouse kick to his head. He barely managed to catch her leg, but felt a stinging sensation in his arms, which shouldn't have happened even if he was caught off guard. He looked up at her, a glare on her face.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" she said in a low, dangerous voice.
"I could ask you the same thing," said Trunks.
"I asked you first," she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Well, I'm not going to answer until you answer me," he stated.
"Well, I won't answer you until you let go of my leg," she said. Trunks looked at his hands to see that he was still grasping her leg. He quickly let go of it and laughed nervously. Taylor brought her leg around and jumped off her bed, turning off her cd player.
"I live here, and it was four seconds, not six," she walked past him. Trunks face faulted and turned around to follow her.
"What do you mean you live here?" he asked. Taylor walked down the stairs and leaned on the banister, looking at him.
"Read my lips. I-live-here," she picked up her cell phone and leaned against the wall. "Who are you?" she looked up at him.
"I came to see Pan, I'm Trunks," he said.
"She ain't here," she started to dial a number. Trunks put his hand over the phone and looked at her. Taylor only stared at his hand.
"You know what I need?" he asked smugly.
"New fingers if you don't get your hand off my phone," said Taylor. Trunks scoffed, but lifted his hand.
"No, I need your name," he crossed his arms.
"Well, you're not getting it," she held the phone up to her ear. Trunks raised an eyebrow.
"You've got an attitude thing, ya know that?" he remarked.
"That's what my hat says," she turned around and walked into the kitchen. Trunks read the words on her hat and looked at her back blankly.
"Well, since Pan's not here, I'll be going now," Trunks turned around to leave. Taylor turned off the phone and set it on the table. She sighed and gave him a weak smile. Trunks was just about to leave when he heard a scream from the kitchen and ran back in. Upon arrival he saw Taylor holding her head, her face twisted in pain. He ran up to her in concern.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?" he held her by the shoulders, forcing her to look at him. She switched her gaze towards the phone on the table.
"Goten, get Goten," she managed to say before her pupils dilated and blackness took over her. Trunks stared at her, perplexed.
Is she Goten's girlfriend? He got a good one… he thought, before reaching for the phone and dialing his number. One ring… two rings… three rings…
"Goten here,"
"Goten, it's Trunks…"
"Trunks?! When did you get back?!" He shouted into the phone.
"No time for that now…" Trunks tried to explain things to him again before he was interrupted.
"Wait a second… why are you on Tay's phone?" he asked.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you!! She just blacked out, she told me to call you!!" he yelled into the phone. Goten had to hold the phone away from his ear.
"Shit, get her over here now," he said before hanging up and running to get the supplies Bulma had given him.
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"What's wrong with her?" Trunks asked, occasionally glancing at her. Taylor was laid across Goten's bed, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. Trunks dabbed a wet cloth on it, then looked up at Goten to see that he had a grin on his face.
"What?!" said Trunks.
"You like her, don't you?" he grinned even wider.
"What?! Goten she's your girlfriend, isn't she?" he looked from Taylor to Goten, then back to Taylor. Goten did a double take and face faulted as soon as he got up.
"No, she's not my girlfriend!!" He shouted just a little too loud, waking up Taylor.
"Who has a girlfriend?!" her eyes darted back and forth between Goten and Trunks. They both sweatdropped, and Trunks helped her stand up.
"Thanks, umm, I'm sorry about earlier…" she apologized to Trunks.
Waving his hand, he said, "don't worry about it, I did kinda walk in on you,"
"You walked in on her changing?!" Goten stared. Taylor smacked the back of his head, while Trunks slapped his forehead.
"Kami, Goten, you really are dense!" she put her hands on her hips.
"So what exactly happened to you?" Trunks asked Taylor. She blinked and turned around to look at him.
"Well, someone I trusted injected me with some fluid… it makes me black out every once and a while… then I can't remember what has happened for like two or three hours before. It's 'disillusion.'" She explained. Trunks nodded now understanding why she had gone unconscious. Taylor looked straight ahead of her, getting a distant look in her eyes. Goten looked over to her, noticing this.
"She's disillusioning again!!" he picked her up and swung her over his shoulder.
"Goten, you baka!! I am not!!!" she hit the back of his head. Goten dropped her forcefully on the bed, causing her to bounce backwards and roll off the bed.
"Ahh!" she fell off and landed with a thud, "ow…" they heard her from behind the bed. As she reached her hand up to pull herself up onto the bed, Goten rubbed the back of his head.
"Heh, heh… oops," was all he could say.
"Whaddya say we all go out on the town for some fun?" Trunks suggested.
"Sure, why not?" Goten looked at Taylor for a response. Taylor glared at him, then looked at Trunks.
"Okay, whatever," she jumped over the side and jumped on Goten's back, scaring the poor boy.
"Ahh!" he screamed, making Taylor and Trunks laugh.
"Not scared of girls, are you?" Taylor joked, jumping off.
"No.." said Goten, pitifully.
"Let's go," Trunks started to walk out, recovered from laughing. Taylor and Goten followed him out to the streets of Satan City, looked at different stores, and buying whatever they thought looked cool.
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Chapter 7-Back home
I wonder how everyone is doing… thought Trunks as he drummed his fingers on the food tray in front of him. He had finally snuck out of the "prison school" as he called it, and bought a plane ticket to return to Satan City. Or was it that he was kicked out?
Goten better have a girlfriend by now, hmmm. I think I'll challenge him to a sparring match, just to make sure I haven't softened up. Then again, I did promise Pan I would take her for ice cream when I got back… But Mom'll want me to study more, then Dad'll want me to train, but I've gotta get a date for Saturday night, and… he slammed his hand on the food tray, surprisingly not breaking it.
"Arrrgh!! So many things to do…" he ran a hand through his silky lavender hair. Letting out a heavy sigh, he put his hands behind his head and waited for the flight to be over.
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Taylor walked around the city, holding the small bag in front of her. Sighing she reached one hand up and held onto her forehead.
"Man, this really bites, there's no one around to talk to, no action, and no good stores to blow off all this cash…" she ran her hand through her hair. As if on cue, three scruff-looking guys came out from the alleys around her, chains and brass knuckles in their hands.
"Hey, babe, looking for a good time?" one of them said. She looked over her shoulder at him and frowned.
"Not unless you wanna get your ass kicked," she looked in front of her and kept walking. The man growled and cut her off by stepping in front of her.
"You know it's not nice to ignore someone when they're talking to you," he smirked.
"And its also not nice to do this," she picked up her small bag and hit him across the face with it, breaking its contents.
"You'll pay for that," he held his face and looked at her with anger in his eyes.
"Really? Cash or charge?" she dropped the bag and crossed her arms. Suddenly, he jumped at her only to be met by the cold hard pavement, as she moved out of the way. The other two guys rushed at her, but she ducked and they crashed into each other.
"Get her!" he yelled, setting her off in a mad dash down the street. As they chased after her, she ran down an alley, knocking over trashcans, boxes, crates, anything there while hopping over them.
"Well, this certainly is interesting," she thought.
~*~*~
Trunks picked up his luggage and walked out of the airport. He quickly capsulized his bags and walked off towards Satan City. After walking a few blocks, he heard strange noises coming from an alley ahead of him. He stopped walking as he saw a girl just knock over a trashcan and run out of the alley, running in front of him to the other side of the street. Without having anyone notice him, he blurred across the street to watch. Three men followed her, as all four of them barely dodge on-coming cars. The girl had just reached the sidewalk when the guy behind her snapped the chain around her ankle, sending her to the floor. She twisted around and kicked him square in the jaw, releasing the chain from her foot. Not a second later, she jumped to her feet and ran into the park away from the gang. A few more of them had joined the three before and had now managed to surround her. Trunks stood a fair distance away behind a tree, ready to come in at any time if needed.
"Listen, babe, you've made us work for our prize, and we don't like to work," one man said.
"Prize? I'm sorry I must have been mistaken, because the only prize you're going to get is a fat lip, if you don't get out of my way!!" she yelled.
"Oh, boys, the little girl thinks she's tough, isn't that cute?"
"Little?! From this distance I don't think you know what you're up against," her eyes flashed with an eerie glint. One man had had enough of this and launched an attack to her back, with a bat. She quickly snapped her hand up and caught the bat in her bare hand and glared at the man. He shifted his gaze to the other men with unexpected horror. Before any of them could react, she sent the man into two others with a sidekick.
Trunks looked on, impressed at what this girl was showing. "I wonder where she learned to fight like that," he thought. She had just punched the last man in the gut and brought her elbow down on the back of his neck, knocking him down. She stepped over him and dropped the bat.
"Men, they never learn…" he heard her mumble, causing him to smirk. He was about to come out and confront her when she looked down at her watch and face faulted. "I am so late!!" She hopped over the guys on the floor and ran as fast as she could towards her home.
"That was… different," said Trunks.
~*~*~
Taylor had been up since four o'clock in the morning, rearranging and decorating her room… without food. And after that incident she was already tired. She dipped the roller brush in the pan of paint that sat next to her feet on top of a rag. She lifted the brush and smeared the navy blue paint on the wall. She was wearing her overalls and a tank top underneath.
"I'm running low," she mumbled and reached into her pocket, pulling out a hand full of silver glitter. She blew it out of her hand and waved her hand around to spread it. Suddenly a horrible, nauseating feeling churned in her stomach. She grasped her midsection and dropped down on her haunches. Just then Videl walked into the room.
"Honey, are you okay?" she rushed to her side, in hopes of helping her.
"Yeah, Kaasan, just a little hungry. Don't worry about it," she lied. Taylor knew it was much worse than that. It probably has something to do with whatever Sheik injected in me… she thought. Videl help her stand up.
"Well then, you're coming with me. We're going to put some food in you! You haven't eaten in twelve hours!" she walked by her side down the stairs.
"Oh, mother! Please, I've gone more than twenty-four hours without food on several occasions!!" she whined.
Videl looked at her with shock written all over her face. "Twenty-four hours?!? Kami, no wonder you're so thin!!" she pinched the skin on Taylor's side.
"Ow! Kaasan! That hurt!" she sat down at the table. "So what are we having?" she tried to see into the pot from her angle.
"The usual…" she answered simply.
"Aw, mama, ramen again?" she teased. Videl hit the top of Taylor's head with a wooden spoon.
"No, it's not ramen. It's teriyaki chicken." She stirred it.
"Kaasan, can you hurry it up? I really do not want that paint to set just yet, I still have to add some more accessories!!" she whined.
"Quit being so impatient… there!" she handed a dish of food to her. She quickly ate it up, and ran upstairs to finish her work.
Sighing Videl leaned against the counter, "that girl will never learn…"
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Trunks grabbed a cab and headed for Pan's house. He could have flown, but he didn't want to let anyone sense his ki coming. When he arrived, he walked up to the front door, faint rock music could be heard, and was about to knock, but found that it was already open.
"Konnichiwa? Is anyone home?" he asked, the music getting somewhat louder when he opened the door. Hearing no answer he started walking up the stairs to see where the music was coming from.
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Taylor had finished painting and had managed to get a bed, stereo and a few other tables into the room. She had put on one of her CD's and had put it up fairly high, since Videl had said she was going out shopping with Pan, and Gohan was at work. She had changed into black shorts and a light blue spaghetti strap. Chewing gum, she flipped through a journal and looked for an empty page. She put the cap on her pen and started writing.
Today, I finished decoratin' ma room; it looks cool. When I put the black light on at night, it'll look like the sky, only inside…. Listenin to a new rock band… their good… I guess… well gotz nuttin else to rite, so ciao ciao
Taylor jumped off her bed and bent down on the floor. She lifted a loose board in the floor and pried open another one. She dropped the journal inside and pulled out a cd player and magazine. She jumped down on the boards, setting them back in place. She hopped on her bed and put in one of her favorite punk bands in the cd player. She put the headphones on and turned off the stereo. She flipped on her stomach and placed her feet on her pillow. Chewing gum, she flipped through her, The Car Magazine, and slightly rocked her head with the music. She swayed her feet back and forth; one of her legs was bandage from her knee to her ankle. She had somehow gotten wounded, even though she didn't remember how.
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Hearing the music turn off, Trunks noted that someone was in the room. He made his way up the stairs and stood outside the room, looking at the door. He looked at the signs that were plastered on the door. 'Stay out!' 'I have PMS be afraid, be very afraid' a biohazard sign, and 'Get the hell away from my room.' Trunks smirked and quietly opened the door. As he looked in he could only stare. She looked vaguely familiar to him, although he didn't know from where he'd seen her before. He certainly didn't remember meeting her. Of course, he remembered her from before in the park when she was in a fight, but that wasn't it. He watched as she flipped pages of a magazine, he couldn't make out what kind it was, she blew a bubble with her gum, and mumbled the lyrics to the song she was listening to. Suddenly, her eyes widened and her mouth was hanging open, her gum falling on the floor.
"Ooo, five second rule," she reached over the foot of her bed and quickly picked up the gum and popped it back into her mouth.
"That was six seconds," he chuckled. And watched as she stood on her bed and folded the magazine half, looking at one page.
"Oh, now this one has a nice body… perfect for a Saturday night date…" she bit her finger. Trunks looked at her, not believing she was looking at a porn magazine, or so he thought, "Thirty thousand dollars?! Oh, come on you can sell for cheaper than that!" Trunks did a double take, and luckily she didn't see him. She turned around, still standing on her bed and reached up to the ceiling, opening a trap door and placing the magazine inside of it. While she was turned around, Trunks walked behind her to get a closer look. He noticed that she had her leg bandaged.
Wonder how she got that… he thought, but didn't have enough time as she swung around, performing a roundhouse kick to his head. He barely managed to catch her leg, but felt a stinging sensation in his arms, which shouldn't have happened even if he was caught off guard. He looked up at her, a glare on her face.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" she said in a low, dangerous voice.
"I could ask you the same thing," said Trunks.
"I asked you first," she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Well, I'm not going to answer until you answer me," he stated.
"Well, I won't answer you until you let go of my leg," she said. Trunks looked at his hands to see that he was still grasping her leg. He quickly let go of it and laughed nervously. Taylor brought her leg around and jumped off her bed, turning off her cd player.
"I live here, and it was four seconds, not six," she walked past him. Trunks face faulted and turned around to follow her.
"What do you mean you live here?" he asked. Taylor walked down the stairs and leaned on the banister, looking at him.
"Read my lips. I-live-here," she picked up her cell phone and leaned against the wall. "Who are you?" she looked up at him.
"I came to see Pan, I'm Trunks," he said.
"She ain't here," she started to dial a number. Trunks put his hand over the phone and looked at her. Taylor only stared at his hand.
"You know what I need?" he asked smugly.
"New fingers if you don't get your hand off my phone," said Taylor. Trunks scoffed, but lifted his hand.
"No, I need your name," he crossed his arms.
"Well, you're not getting it," she held the phone up to her ear. Trunks raised an eyebrow.
"You've got an attitude thing, ya know that?" he remarked.
"That's what my hat says," she turned around and walked into the kitchen. Trunks read the words on her hat and looked at her back blankly.
"Well, since Pan's not here, I'll be going now," Trunks turned around to leave. Taylor turned off the phone and set it on the table. She sighed and gave him a weak smile. Trunks was just about to leave when he heard a scream from the kitchen and ran back in. Upon arrival he saw Taylor holding her head, her face twisted in pain. He ran up to her in concern.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?" he held her by the shoulders, forcing her to look at him. She switched her gaze towards the phone on the table.
"Goten, get Goten," she managed to say before her pupils dilated and blackness took over her. Trunks stared at her, perplexed.
Is she Goten's girlfriend? He got a good one… he thought, before reaching for the phone and dialing his number. One ring… two rings… three rings…
"Goten here,"
"Goten, it's Trunks…"
"Trunks?! When did you get back?!" He shouted into the phone.
"No time for that now…" Trunks tried to explain things to him again before he was interrupted.
"Wait a second… why are you on Tay's phone?" he asked.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you!! She just blacked out, she told me to call you!!" he yelled into the phone. Goten had to hold the phone away from his ear.
"Shit, get her over here now," he said before hanging up and running to get the supplies Bulma had given him.
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"What's wrong with her?" Trunks asked, occasionally glancing at her. Taylor was laid across Goten's bed, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. Trunks dabbed a wet cloth on it, then looked up at Goten to see that he had a grin on his face.
"What?!" said Trunks.
"You like her, don't you?" he grinned even wider.
"What?! Goten she's your girlfriend, isn't she?" he looked from Taylor to Goten, then back to Taylor. Goten did a double take and face faulted as soon as he got up.
"No, she's not my girlfriend!!" He shouted just a little too loud, waking up Taylor.
"Who has a girlfriend?!" her eyes darted back and forth between Goten and Trunks. They both sweatdropped, and Trunks helped her stand up.
"Thanks, umm, I'm sorry about earlier…" she apologized to Trunks.
Waving his hand, he said, "don't worry about it, I did kinda walk in on you,"
"You walked in on her changing?!" Goten stared. Taylor smacked the back of his head, while Trunks slapped his forehead.
"Kami, Goten, you really are dense!" she put her hands on her hips.
"So what exactly happened to you?" Trunks asked Taylor. She blinked and turned around to look at him.
"Well, someone I trusted injected me with some fluid… it makes me black out every once and a while… then I can't remember what has happened for like two or three hours before. It's 'disillusion.'" She explained. Trunks nodded now understanding why she had gone unconscious. Taylor looked straight ahead of her, getting a distant look in her eyes. Goten looked over to her, noticing this.
"She's disillusioning again!!" he picked her up and swung her over his shoulder.
"Goten, you baka!! I am not!!!" she hit the back of his head. Goten dropped her forcefully on the bed, causing her to bounce backwards and roll off the bed.
"Ahh!" she fell off and landed with a thud, "ow…" they heard her from behind the bed. As she reached her hand up to pull herself up onto the bed, Goten rubbed the back of his head.
"Heh, heh… oops," was all he could say.
"Whaddya say we all go out on the town for some fun?" Trunks suggested.
"Sure, why not?" Goten looked at Taylor for a response. Taylor glared at him, then looked at Trunks.
"Okay, whatever," she jumped over the side and jumped on Goten's back, scaring the poor boy.
"Ahh!" he screamed, making Taylor and Trunks laugh.
"Not scared of girls, are you?" Taylor joked, jumping off.
"No.." said Goten, pitifully.
"Let's go," Trunks started to walk out, recovered from laughing. Taylor and Goten followed him out to the streets of Satan City, looked at different stores, and buying whatever they thought looked cool.
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