Only Seventeen
Chapter 1: A Vision of Beauty
He destroyed them not even a month ago. The cities were on their way to being rebuilt. He sat among the rubble and sighed. He watched the ground, not taking his eyes away from the same spot he's been watching. He sighed again and stood up. The sun had already set and the twinkle of the street lights were left. He flew to Satan City and landed on the dark, dank streets. He walked down the streets and looked around. Then he saw a light down the street. He looked closely. It was no light from the streetlights. It was much more different. He ran closer to the light, but closer he got the brighter the light became. It was not light from flames. As he adjusted to the light, he looked at what caused the light. It was a girl. She had long dark red hair that flowed past her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her brown eyes glittered in the light she emitted. She wore a long glittery light blue gown and a tiara the shined of gold. She walked uponed the air like an angel in the sky. Trunks rubbed his eyes and looked again. The girl was looking at him, smiling. Trunks walked closer to her. She twirled in the air and her hair flew over her shoulders. Trunks stood there, the breath escaping his lips. Her smile faded and her eyes shined from the tears. Trunks watched her, unable to move. She moved to him and became extremely close to him. He looked down at her. She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face.
"You must help me." She said.
"How? From what?"
"He wants me dead. He wants you dead."
"Who?"
"Someone you killed.. he has an hier."
"I don't understand."
"One the evil ones you killed has risen someone took take their place."
"Which one?"
"His name you know well.. his name is.."
Before she could finish, she exploded. Trunks sat up quickly, breathing heavily. He looked around to see that he was safely in his room. He glanced toward the clock. 3:00 am. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and got out of bed. He looked into the mirror and looked at himself. He wore his usual pants to bed with no shirt. He sighed and walked into his bathroom. He threw some cold water on his face and walked back to his room.
'That was the third time this week.' He thought.
'Why am I having these recurring dreams, what do they mean? Could it be a preminition? One of the evils I killed had someone to take his place to kill and destroy. It seems so real, it must be a vision of the future. But what does the girl have to do with it? And why was she killed? By whom? So many questions that need to be answered. How will I answer them, how?'
Trunks closed his eyes and re-opened them. He jumped back into bed and laid there, looking at the ceiling. He sighed and fell into a hopefully pleasant slumber.
'So this is the warrior that defeated my father? He is weak but then again, my father never reached his perfect form. But that will all end and this warrior will be destroyed in the honor of my father. I will continue was he, himself has started. But I do not need the Androids to finish my completion. I need a certain princess to make what I need. When I find her, the saiyajin warrior will be no more.'
He faded in the darkness. He appeared on a desolate planet, where dead corpses covered the surface. He smirked to himself and walked to the royal palace. He entered and walked to the princess' room. She hid herself under the bed, hoping he would go away. She hid her power level with excellence. He looked around and spotted a tail from under the bed. He grabbed it and she screamed in pain. He pulled her out and grabbed her. Tying her arms down with his arm, he laughed. She breathed heavily and sweat fell down her face. His pink eyes travelled her body and he smiled. He walked out of the palace and faded to Gero's lab. He threw her down and looked at her. Telling her with his eyes, she was to remain put. She backed up into a wall and remained there. He laughed evilly and walked away.
Morning came and Trunks woke up to the sun's rays. He couldn't take his mind off of that dream. The dream seemed so real. Like he could actually touch her. He took a fast shower and put on the normal clothes. He grabbed his sword which was sheathed and walked downstairs. He missed his mother so much. Being killed by the virus Goku had, she was strong enough to say her last words. The words were engraved in Trunks' head. He'll never forget those four words. But she is with his father now, happy. That's all that really mattered. But why did she have to leave before he met someone, before he was to be married in the future. He may not have found someone, but who will make her nervous about meeting the parents? Who will give him advice on love and girls? Who will light his life up with her smile? All of these things his mother did. He cherised every moment he had with her. But now she was gone and he was alone. A single tear fell down his cheek. He sighed and walked outside. He looked ahead and thought he saw her. The girl who was killed in his dreams. He backed up and almost screamed.
'Is that really her?'
He knew that the dream was true. He knew it was a preminition of the future. A vision of the future and a vision of beauty.
Chapter 1: A Vision of Beauty
He destroyed them not even a month ago. The cities were on their way to being rebuilt. He sat among the rubble and sighed. He watched the ground, not taking his eyes away from the same spot he's been watching. He sighed again and stood up. The sun had already set and the twinkle of the street lights were left. He flew to Satan City and landed on the dark, dank streets. He walked down the streets and looked around. Then he saw a light down the street. He looked closely. It was no light from the streetlights. It was much more different. He ran closer to the light, but closer he got the brighter the light became. It was not light from flames. As he adjusted to the light, he looked at what caused the light. It was a girl. She had long dark red hair that flowed past her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her brown eyes glittered in the light she emitted. She wore a long glittery light blue gown and a tiara the shined of gold. She walked uponed the air like an angel in the sky. Trunks rubbed his eyes and looked again. The girl was looking at him, smiling. Trunks walked closer to her. She twirled in the air and her hair flew over her shoulders. Trunks stood there, the breath escaping his lips. Her smile faded and her eyes shined from the tears. Trunks watched her, unable to move. She moved to him and became extremely close to him. He looked down at her. She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face.
"You must help me." She said.
"How? From what?"
"He wants me dead. He wants you dead."
"Who?"
"Someone you killed.. he has an hier."
"I don't understand."
"One the evil ones you killed has risen someone took take their place."
"Which one?"
"His name you know well.. his name is.."
Before she could finish, she exploded. Trunks sat up quickly, breathing heavily. He looked around to see that he was safely in his room. He glanced toward the clock. 3:00 am. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and got out of bed. He looked into the mirror and looked at himself. He wore his usual pants to bed with no shirt. He sighed and walked into his bathroom. He threw some cold water on his face and walked back to his room.
'That was the third time this week.' He thought.
'Why am I having these recurring dreams, what do they mean? Could it be a preminition? One of the evils I killed had someone to take his place to kill and destroy. It seems so real, it must be a vision of the future. But what does the girl have to do with it? And why was she killed? By whom? So many questions that need to be answered. How will I answer them, how?'
Trunks closed his eyes and re-opened them. He jumped back into bed and laid there, looking at the ceiling. He sighed and fell into a hopefully pleasant slumber.
'So this is the warrior that defeated my father? He is weak but then again, my father never reached his perfect form. But that will all end and this warrior will be destroyed in the honor of my father. I will continue was he, himself has started. But I do not need the Androids to finish my completion. I need a certain princess to make what I need. When I find her, the saiyajin warrior will be no more.'
He faded in the darkness. He appeared on a desolate planet, where dead corpses covered the surface. He smirked to himself and walked to the royal palace. He entered and walked to the princess' room. She hid herself under the bed, hoping he would go away. She hid her power level with excellence. He looked around and spotted a tail from under the bed. He grabbed it and she screamed in pain. He pulled her out and grabbed her. Tying her arms down with his arm, he laughed. She breathed heavily and sweat fell down her face. His pink eyes travelled her body and he smiled. He walked out of the palace and faded to Gero's lab. He threw her down and looked at her. Telling her with his eyes, she was to remain put. She backed up into a wall and remained there. He laughed evilly and walked away.
Morning came and Trunks woke up to the sun's rays. He couldn't take his mind off of that dream. The dream seemed so real. Like he could actually touch her. He took a fast shower and put on the normal clothes. He grabbed his sword which was sheathed and walked downstairs. He missed his mother so much. Being killed by the virus Goku had, she was strong enough to say her last words. The words were engraved in Trunks' head. He'll never forget those four words. But she is with his father now, happy. That's all that really mattered. But why did she have to leave before he met someone, before he was to be married in the future. He may not have found someone, but who will make her nervous about meeting the parents? Who will give him advice on love and girls? Who will light his life up with her smile? All of these things his mother did. He cherised every moment he had with her. But now she was gone and he was alone. A single tear fell down his cheek. He sighed and walked outside. He looked ahead and thought he saw her. The girl who was killed in his dreams. He backed up and almost screamed.
'Is that really her?'
He knew that the dream was true. He knew it was a preminition of the future. A vision of the future and a vision of beauty.