This chapter is dedicated to my consciences, Tenshi-chan and
Silver-chan. HA! You can't get on my case about not posting another
chapter for at LEAST another week!!! *Snoopy dance*
Son Usagi, chapter 7
Trunks looked at his bed almost hatefully. For the past several
nights, he continued to have nightmares about the imposter and Usagi.
Gohan had been the only one he told, but when Usa continued to sleep,
he felt it would be a good idea to see if there was any truth behind
the dreams.
"If you have a dream more then once, it'll come true," he
remembered overhearing a girl at school say to her friend. He had hoped
the dream would be nothing more then that, a dream.
A group had traveled to Kami's Lookout earlier that day, hoping
the young god could give them some insight into Usagi's state. Trunks
went along, the dreams taking up almost all of his concentration. His
worry grew every night the dream came that his dreams were reality, the
cause of Usagi's condition even. He wasn't sure what he could do, even
if they were, but if anyone could give him that answer, it had to be
Dende. At least that's what he had hoped.
"Something is keeping her under, but what it is I can't say.
It's beyond the knowledge that comes with this job." Dende was not much
more help when it came to Trunks's dreams either, suggesting only to
try and take an active role in the dream.
"Maybe if you do something, you can change what happens. And if
your fears are true, then you might help her."
So now Trunks stood in his room, looking at his bed. He felt a
pit of dread grow in his stomach. After the second night, when the
dream repeated itself the first time, fear of falling asleep had grown.
His fear, though, was also what forced him to bed every night. Some
part of him seemed to believe that even if he just watched, he could
lend her his strength.
Trunks sighed, closing his eyes. "I guess this is the only way
to find out," he whispered softly, sitting on his bed. Stretching out
on the mattress, he pulled his covers over his chest and took a deep
breath.
He was asleep within five minutes.
A hand brushed across Usagi's cheek. She closed her eyes
tightly, wishing he would go away. She knew he couldn't be real, but
every moment he stayed, her defenses weakened.
"Usa-koi." The whispered nickname caused shivers to run down
her back. Not long after he first appeared, she knew she had to ignore
him, if such a feat was possible. He seemed much more real, like the
previous illusions had only been there to weaken her to the main
attack. Unfortunately, it seemed to have worked.
Her eyes flashed open as she felt his lips graze across her
own. Her eyes met his as he grinned. He brought his hand up until his
fingertips rested lightly under her chin, preventing her from looking
away.
"Don't ignore me, Usa-koi." His face was less then an inch from
hers. She felt his breath caress her skin as he closed the already
small distance between them. Usagi closed her eyes, trying to ignore
the part of her mind that knew he was leaning closer, and bit back a
whimper.
Instead of his lips pressing against hers, a wave of heat and a
rush of wind caused Usagi to open her eyes wide in shock. Trunks had
been blown far back, his shirt torn to shreds. The scent of burned hair
permeated the air around her.
Trunks jumped to his feet, frowning in anger. His eyes
narrowed, searching for his assailant. Out from the shadows near the
edge of the circle of light stepped a man very familiar to both.
"Stay away from Usagi." Usagi's eyes widened as she saw the new
Trunks. His face was twisted in a snarl; lavender strands of hair fell
back into place after becoming removed from his attack. There were very
subtle differences between the two. The new Trunks seemed lighter,
obviously not made of shadows like the one who had kept Usa company for
what felt like days.
Shadows Trunks returned the glare sent to him. "How did you get
here?" he growled, dropping into a fighting stance. Without waiting for
the reply, his eyes lit up in realization.
"You're asleep!" He grinned cruelly as he seemed to realize
what was going on. He backed away from the two, his foot already
blending in with his origin. "You can't sleep forever, Trunks. You will
wake up, and when she has lost you for a day, she will only want this
to be over more quickly." As his last word reached their ears, he faded
away completely.
Usagi stared at where he had gone. She was afraid her
surroundings were beginning to take their toll on her, and she was
almost certain she was no longer completely sane. Her heart was beating
rapidly as she closed her eyes, again concentrating on pushing back the
darkness.
"Usagi?" She opened her eyes fearfully. The lighter Trunks
kneeled down in front of her, his face showing his concern. "Are you
alright?"
A tear slipped down Usagi's cheek as she tried to smile and
nod. "Hai. I just need some time to let things make sense." She took a
deep breath, an attempt to calm her nerves. Could she trust this
Trunks? He could be just another image, made to look like her rescuer.
Her eyes darted up, meeting his in surprise as she felt a
finger brush away her tear. She absently noticed how much lighter they
were then his copy's. He smiled softly, and she felt her heart lighten.
"This is no dream. I'm so glad you're safe."
"Trunks?"
"When you didn't wake up, everyone began to fear the worst.
Your mother is afraid you'll never wake up. Gohan and your father have
been tearing themselves apart, trying to think of something. We went to
see Dende today, but not even he could help. All he could say was for
me to try and do something." His smile had faded away, but it quickly
returned as he finished. "Good thing I did. Couldn't let that imposter
do anything to you."
Usagi closed her eyes, her grief and exhaustion again catching
up with her. 'So long. I was about to give in. If he asked me again, I
would have followed.' Tears fell almost silently down her cheeks, only
her shaky breath causing any sound in what she saw as the void.
So tired and torn apart was she that she made no move of
surprise as Trunks lifted her from the cold ground. Setting her in his
lap, he wrapped his arms around her, his hand stroking her hair.
"It's alright, Usagi. We'll get you out of here." His voice was
soft, a level above a whisper as he held her shaking form. She laid her
head over his heart, her tears soaking into his shirt as she listened
to the calming beat.
"Is everything hooked up?" Bulma whispered. Gohan nodded as he
connected the last wire. He walked around to stand beside Bulma as
readings began to come in, and raised his eyes, looking over at his
sleeping friend.
"I wonder why Dende told us to do this. I would think he'd say
to watch Usagi's brainwaves, not Trunks's. She's our main concern now."
Bulma was tired and frustrated. Between comforting Chi-chi and trying
to help come up with a plan of action, she had gotten very little rest
in the past several days. She turned her head to look at Gohan as the
young man cleared his throat nervously.
"Um, I'm not sure if Trunks wanted me to tell anyone this,
but..." his voice trailed off near the end, causing Bulma to frown.
"Gohan, what is it?"
"Well, Bulma-san, since we got back with Usagi, he's been
having dreams about her. It's always the same, she's giving off light
and fighting off the darkness around her. He's in the dreams too, but
he doesn't think it's really him, he thinks its someone else," Gohan
finished nervously.
"Why didn't he tell anyone besides you?"
"He didn't want to worry anyone, or get anyone's hopes up that
he had some kind of link to her. He thought they were just dreams."
"Why are you bringing this up now then?" Bulma asked,
exasperated.
"When Dende-sama told me that we needed to monitor Trunks, he
said he thought the dreams were in fact real. And that we could find
some way to get to Usagi if we knew more about Trunks's mind while he
was with her."
Bulma said nothing after Gohan finished his explanation, her
eyes on the computer as her mind thought of the possibilities this new
information brought.
Diamond glared hatefully through the portal that showed him
Usagi's dream. The real Trunks was holding her, too closely for the
prince's comfort. He knew he had to do something. Despite what his
illusion had said, he worried that the presence of the true thing might
actually strengthen the princess's will. And he couldn't let that
happen.
Well, I wanted to go longer then that, but whenever I tried to
continue, my mind wouldn't let me! Gomen, minna. I'll try to make up
for it in the next chapter. Until then, ja ne!
~Jade Nova
moon_archer82@lunap.com
Silver-chan. HA! You can't get on my case about not posting another
chapter for at LEAST another week!!! *Snoopy dance*
Son Usagi, chapter 7
Trunks looked at his bed almost hatefully. For the past several
nights, he continued to have nightmares about the imposter and Usagi.
Gohan had been the only one he told, but when Usa continued to sleep,
he felt it would be a good idea to see if there was any truth behind
the dreams.
"If you have a dream more then once, it'll come true," he
remembered overhearing a girl at school say to her friend. He had hoped
the dream would be nothing more then that, a dream.
A group had traveled to Kami's Lookout earlier that day, hoping
the young god could give them some insight into Usagi's state. Trunks
went along, the dreams taking up almost all of his concentration. His
worry grew every night the dream came that his dreams were reality, the
cause of Usagi's condition even. He wasn't sure what he could do, even
if they were, but if anyone could give him that answer, it had to be
Dende. At least that's what he had hoped.
"Something is keeping her under, but what it is I can't say.
It's beyond the knowledge that comes with this job." Dende was not much
more help when it came to Trunks's dreams either, suggesting only to
try and take an active role in the dream.
"Maybe if you do something, you can change what happens. And if
your fears are true, then you might help her."
So now Trunks stood in his room, looking at his bed. He felt a
pit of dread grow in his stomach. After the second night, when the
dream repeated itself the first time, fear of falling asleep had grown.
His fear, though, was also what forced him to bed every night. Some
part of him seemed to believe that even if he just watched, he could
lend her his strength.
Trunks sighed, closing his eyes. "I guess this is the only way
to find out," he whispered softly, sitting on his bed. Stretching out
on the mattress, he pulled his covers over his chest and took a deep
breath.
He was asleep within five minutes.
A hand brushed across Usagi's cheek. She closed her eyes
tightly, wishing he would go away. She knew he couldn't be real, but
every moment he stayed, her defenses weakened.
"Usa-koi." The whispered nickname caused shivers to run down
her back. Not long after he first appeared, she knew she had to ignore
him, if such a feat was possible. He seemed much more real, like the
previous illusions had only been there to weaken her to the main
attack. Unfortunately, it seemed to have worked.
Her eyes flashed open as she felt his lips graze across her
own. Her eyes met his as he grinned. He brought his hand up until his
fingertips rested lightly under her chin, preventing her from looking
away.
"Don't ignore me, Usa-koi." His face was less then an inch from
hers. She felt his breath caress her skin as he closed the already
small distance between them. Usagi closed her eyes, trying to ignore
the part of her mind that knew he was leaning closer, and bit back a
whimper.
Instead of his lips pressing against hers, a wave of heat and a
rush of wind caused Usagi to open her eyes wide in shock. Trunks had
been blown far back, his shirt torn to shreds. The scent of burned hair
permeated the air around her.
Trunks jumped to his feet, frowning in anger. His eyes
narrowed, searching for his assailant. Out from the shadows near the
edge of the circle of light stepped a man very familiar to both.
"Stay away from Usagi." Usagi's eyes widened as she saw the new
Trunks. His face was twisted in a snarl; lavender strands of hair fell
back into place after becoming removed from his attack. There were very
subtle differences between the two. The new Trunks seemed lighter,
obviously not made of shadows like the one who had kept Usa company for
what felt like days.
Shadows Trunks returned the glare sent to him. "How did you get
here?" he growled, dropping into a fighting stance. Without waiting for
the reply, his eyes lit up in realization.
"You're asleep!" He grinned cruelly as he seemed to realize
what was going on. He backed away from the two, his foot already
blending in with his origin. "You can't sleep forever, Trunks. You will
wake up, and when she has lost you for a day, she will only want this
to be over more quickly." As his last word reached their ears, he faded
away completely.
Usagi stared at where he had gone. She was afraid her
surroundings were beginning to take their toll on her, and she was
almost certain she was no longer completely sane. Her heart was beating
rapidly as she closed her eyes, again concentrating on pushing back the
darkness.
"Usagi?" She opened her eyes fearfully. The lighter Trunks
kneeled down in front of her, his face showing his concern. "Are you
alright?"
A tear slipped down Usagi's cheek as she tried to smile and
nod. "Hai. I just need some time to let things make sense." She took a
deep breath, an attempt to calm her nerves. Could she trust this
Trunks? He could be just another image, made to look like her rescuer.
Her eyes darted up, meeting his in surprise as she felt a
finger brush away her tear. She absently noticed how much lighter they
were then his copy's. He smiled softly, and she felt her heart lighten.
"This is no dream. I'm so glad you're safe."
"Trunks?"
"When you didn't wake up, everyone began to fear the worst.
Your mother is afraid you'll never wake up. Gohan and your father have
been tearing themselves apart, trying to think of something. We went to
see Dende today, but not even he could help. All he could say was for
me to try and do something." His smile had faded away, but it quickly
returned as he finished. "Good thing I did. Couldn't let that imposter
do anything to you."
Usagi closed her eyes, her grief and exhaustion again catching
up with her. 'So long. I was about to give in. If he asked me again, I
would have followed.' Tears fell almost silently down her cheeks, only
her shaky breath causing any sound in what she saw as the void.
So tired and torn apart was she that she made no move of
surprise as Trunks lifted her from the cold ground. Setting her in his
lap, he wrapped his arms around her, his hand stroking her hair.
"It's alright, Usagi. We'll get you out of here." His voice was
soft, a level above a whisper as he held her shaking form. She laid her
head over his heart, her tears soaking into his shirt as she listened
to the calming beat.
"Is everything hooked up?" Bulma whispered. Gohan nodded as he
connected the last wire. He walked around to stand beside Bulma as
readings began to come in, and raised his eyes, looking over at his
sleeping friend.
"I wonder why Dende told us to do this. I would think he'd say
to watch Usagi's brainwaves, not Trunks's. She's our main concern now."
Bulma was tired and frustrated. Between comforting Chi-chi and trying
to help come up with a plan of action, she had gotten very little rest
in the past several days. She turned her head to look at Gohan as the
young man cleared his throat nervously.
"Um, I'm not sure if Trunks wanted me to tell anyone this,
but..." his voice trailed off near the end, causing Bulma to frown.
"Gohan, what is it?"
"Well, Bulma-san, since we got back with Usagi, he's been
having dreams about her. It's always the same, she's giving off light
and fighting off the darkness around her. He's in the dreams too, but
he doesn't think it's really him, he thinks its someone else," Gohan
finished nervously.
"Why didn't he tell anyone besides you?"
"He didn't want to worry anyone, or get anyone's hopes up that
he had some kind of link to her. He thought they were just dreams."
"Why are you bringing this up now then?" Bulma asked,
exasperated.
"When Dende-sama told me that we needed to monitor Trunks, he
said he thought the dreams were in fact real. And that we could find
some way to get to Usagi if we knew more about Trunks's mind while he
was with her."
Bulma said nothing after Gohan finished his explanation, her
eyes on the computer as her mind thought of the possibilities this new
information brought.
Diamond glared hatefully through the portal that showed him
Usagi's dream. The real Trunks was holding her, too closely for the
prince's comfort. He knew he had to do something. Despite what his
illusion had said, he worried that the presence of the true thing might
actually strengthen the princess's will. And he couldn't let that
happen.
Well, I wanted to go longer then that, but whenever I tried to
continue, my mind wouldn't let me! Gomen, minna. I'll try to make up
for it in the next chapter. Until then, ja ne!
~Jade Nova
moon_archer82@lunap.com
