Author's notes: Gomen for not writing the next chapter right away, slight
case of writers block. Plus I can hardly find the time right now to write
anything. I have other fics that need another chapter so I may not get the
chapters out as fast some of ya'll hope. (Yeah I am from the south, get
over it).
Thanks to:
Anthony, samurai-warrior, Eo, Kaiya, Z.Z Zarah, Artful, and blue
for reviewing. You are so sweet to take time out of your day to read one of my fics. If you were here I would give ya a hug. Maybe. I will not change anything in my fic, sorry. Amy is staying 17 b/c that's my age. Any who, here is the next chapter. Hope you like it. V.D.
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Amy woke up feeling a little groggy, but not to worse for wear. Blinking, she slowly began to sit up. "Oh good, you're awake." Amy stared at the lady who had shoulder length greenish-blue hair and was wearing a lab coat. "Oh, excuse my manners. My name is Bulma. My son found you in a park last night and brought you here." Bulma smiled. "I should thank him. By the way, my name is Amy..." Bulma tilted her head to the side a little. "Amy what?" Amy stared the floor. "I don't know. I can't remember." Bulma gathered the small girl into her arms.
A knock was heard at the door. "Mom, you wanted to see me?" Amy turned around at the sound of a masculine voice. She saw a young man that had shoulder length lavender hair. "Hello." He said. Amy smiled a little. "Hello." "Trunks, I think that our guest has something to say to you. Go ahead AMY." Bulma nudged Amy in the arm.
She cleared her throat. "Thank you for bringing me here. I hope that it wasn't any inconvenience." Trunks smirked. "No problem. It was my pleasure."
Amy turned to Bulma. "I'm sorry but I need some clothes to change into." Bulma stood up suddenly. "Oh I forgot about that. I'll go get some of my old things then I can..." Her voice trailed off because she was already on her way to her room. "Your mom is really nice." "Well, to be truthful. She isn't my real mother." Amy gasped. "No its not that I'm adopted, I am from another dimension."
'Great Trunks, go ahead and reveal EVERYTHING about yourself. How would you expect to take it if you saw a person you just met change colors? Not to mention attitudes. I just can't seem to hide anything from her though. I need some fresh air.' "What's your name?"
"It's Amy. I don't remember my last name. I feel so alone." She looked down and could have started to cry but Bulma came in.
"Amy, what's the matter?" Amy quickly recovered and weakly smiled. "Nothing's the matter. I was just thinking of something." Bulma smiled back. "Ok. Here are the clothes." "Thanks. Um, where can I change?" Trunks stated "There is a bathroom right across the hall." "Thanks again."
Amy left the two and headed to the bathroom and changed into a pair of tight blue jeans, a orange tank top, which was cut slightly above her chest and a little under her naval, and tennis shoes. 'This is too revealing for my taste but its all I have got. Guess that it'll have to do.' she thought while looking in the mirror.
A knock was heard at the door. "Hurry up in there. There are other people in this house besides you, ya know." Amy was confused but opened the door and saw a man about her height with gravity defying hair. "Excuse me. I was just-" "Get out, now woman." He pushed her aside and slammed the door closed. 'How rude.'
"I see that you've meet my father. Charming isn't he?" Trunks casually leaned against the lab door's doorframe. He was looking her up and down, trying to not look like he was interested in her. She glanced at him and saw his eyes traveling her body. "See anything?" "Huh?" He snapped back into reality. 'Damn, I need some fresh air.'
"Trunks?" "What is it?" "I was wondering if there is any possible was that I could go outside for some air. I am beginning to get a hazy feeling." "Not a problem. Would you like to be carried?" Amy smiled. "No thanks. I would like an escort though." "I would be delighted."
~~~ Trunks subcon. ~~~~~~~
Man she is so... Wait. I am actually thinking this way. What has happened to me? Normally I wouldn't go for a girl. Gohan has rubbed off too much on me. I think that I am falling for Amy. She seems so shy though. Wonder if I could get her to come out of her shell, even for a moment.
~~~ Outside, "regular story" ~~~
Amy smiled as the warm sunlight heated her skin. It felt good to be in the sun. Her skin was pale, paler than it usually was. Trunks led her to a spot on a hill to watch the clouds go by. "This is much better than being cooped up inside the house." Trunks said while looking at the grass and breathing in the fresh air. "I have to agree." Peace seemed to settle in her eyes as she looked toward the mountains. "Trunks, how far is the ocean?" "It's about fifty miles from here, why?" "Could you take me there tomorrow?" "I'll see what I can do." Trunks sat down on the ground and Amy sat beside him.
"I wish that I could remember who I am and where I come from. I feel like I am a part of a greater whole. But what, I'm not sure." She rested her head on her knees that were pulled to her chest. Trunks wrapped an arm around her small frame. She leaned onto his shoulder and began to quietly sob.
~~~~~~~~ Sailor Moon Dimen. ~~~~~~
It's been a few months since Amy left. The inners didn't miss her that much. They only wished she was there when a monster showed up. That didn't happen that often. Trista was there in the background watching the rest of the scouts.
'How much they do need her. If they don't realize just how much she actually meant to the team, they wouldn't have run her off. Amy is in a better place now. I just hope that she doesn't get any memories in the near future. Those would kill her if she did. Or even worse, if they came back all at one time. I may not help her now though. God have mercy on her, and please help her cope.' Trista silently prayed.
~~~~ You know, dim switch: DBZ From now on, think dem switch when I put the ~ things, ok? ~~~~~~~~~
Trunks looked down and smiled at the sleeping form that was lying on his lap. 'She looks so peaceful.' He leaned down and was only a breath away from her lips when a voice came from behind them. "Don't do anything that I wouldn't do." Trunks gasped at who was the owner of the voice.
V.D. : Sorry for the cliffie. I just couldn't resist. Hope that you R&R. REMEMBER: IF YOU REVIEW THEN YOU GET YOUR NAME IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! Till the next chap, ja ne!
Thanks to:
Anthony, samurai-warrior, Eo, Kaiya, Z.Z Zarah, Artful, and blue
for reviewing. You are so sweet to take time out of your day to read one of my fics. If you were here I would give ya a hug. Maybe. I will not change anything in my fic, sorry. Amy is staying 17 b/c that's my age. Any who, here is the next chapter. Hope you like it. V.D.
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Amy woke up feeling a little groggy, but not to worse for wear. Blinking, she slowly began to sit up. "Oh good, you're awake." Amy stared at the lady who had shoulder length greenish-blue hair and was wearing a lab coat. "Oh, excuse my manners. My name is Bulma. My son found you in a park last night and brought you here." Bulma smiled. "I should thank him. By the way, my name is Amy..." Bulma tilted her head to the side a little. "Amy what?" Amy stared the floor. "I don't know. I can't remember." Bulma gathered the small girl into her arms.
A knock was heard at the door. "Mom, you wanted to see me?" Amy turned around at the sound of a masculine voice. She saw a young man that had shoulder length lavender hair. "Hello." He said. Amy smiled a little. "Hello." "Trunks, I think that our guest has something to say to you. Go ahead AMY." Bulma nudged Amy in the arm.
She cleared her throat. "Thank you for bringing me here. I hope that it wasn't any inconvenience." Trunks smirked. "No problem. It was my pleasure."
Amy turned to Bulma. "I'm sorry but I need some clothes to change into." Bulma stood up suddenly. "Oh I forgot about that. I'll go get some of my old things then I can..." Her voice trailed off because she was already on her way to her room. "Your mom is really nice." "Well, to be truthful. She isn't my real mother." Amy gasped. "No its not that I'm adopted, I am from another dimension."
'Great Trunks, go ahead and reveal EVERYTHING about yourself. How would you expect to take it if you saw a person you just met change colors? Not to mention attitudes. I just can't seem to hide anything from her though. I need some fresh air.' "What's your name?"
"It's Amy. I don't remember my last name. I feel so alone." She looked down and could have started to cry but Bulma came in.
"Amy, what's the matter?" Amy quickly recovered and weakly smiled. "Nothing's the matter. I was just thinking of something." Bulma smiled back. "Ok. Here are the clothes." "Thanks. Um, where can I change?" Trunks stated "There is a bathroom right across the hall." "Thanks again."
Amy left the two and headed to the bathroom and changed into a pair of tight blue jeans, a orange tank top, which was cut slightly above her chest and a little under her naval, and tennis shoes. 'This is too revealing for my taste but its all I have got. Guess that it'll have to do.' she thought while looking in the mirror.
A knock was heard at the door. "Hurry up in there. There are other people in this house besides you, ya know." Amy was confused but opened the door and saw a man about her height with gravity defying hair. "Excuse me. I was just-" "Get out, now woman." He pushed her aside and slammed the door closed. 'How rude.'
"I see that you've meet my father. Charming isn't he?" Trunks casually leaned against the lab door's doorframe. He was looking her up and down, trying to not look like he was interested in her. She glanced at him and saw his eyes traveling her body. "See anything?" "Huh?" He snapped back into reality. 'Damn, I need some fresh air.'
"Trunks?" "What is it?" "I was wondering if there is any possible was that I could go outside for some air. I am beginning to get a hazy feeling." "Not a problem. Would you like to be carried?" Amy smiled. "No thanks. I would like an escort though." "I would be delighted."
~~~ Trunks subcon. ~~~~~~~
Man she is so... Wait. I am actually thinking this way. What has happened to me? Normally I wouldn't go for a girl. Gohan has rubbed off too much on me. I think that I am falling for Amy. She seems so shy though. Wonder if I could get her to come out of her shell, even for a moment.
~~~ Outside, "regular story" ~~~
Amy smiled as the warm sunlight heated her skin. It felt good to be in the sun. Her skin was pale, paler than it usually was. Trunks led her to a spot on a hill to watch the clouds go by. "This is much better than being cooped up inside the house." Trunks said while looking at the grass and breathing in the fresh air. "I have to agree." Peace seemed to settle in her eyes as she looked toward the mountains. "Trunks, how far is the ocean?" "It's about fifty miles from here, why?" "Could you take me there tomorrow?" "I'll see what I can do." Trunks sat down on the ground and Amy sat beside him.
"I wish that I could remember who I am and where I come from. I feel like I am a part of a greater whole. But what, I'm not sure." She rested her head on her knees that were pulled to her chest. Trunks wrapped an arm around her small frame. She leaned onto his shoulder and began to quietly sob.
~~~~~~~~ Sailor Moon Dimen. ~~~~~~
It's been a few months since Amy left. The inners didn't miss her that much. They only wished she was there when a monster showed up. That didn't happen that often. Trista was there in the background watching the rest of the scouts.
'How much they do need her. If they don't realize just how much she actually meant to the team, they wouldn't have run her off. Amy is in a better place now. I just hope that she doesn't get any memories in the near future. Those would kill her if she did. Or even worse, if they came back all at one time. I may not help her now though. God have mercy on her, and please help her cope.' Trista silently prayed.
~~~~ You know, dim switch: DBZ From now on, think dem switch when I put the ~ things, ok? ~~~~~~~~~
Trunks looked down and smiled at the sleeping form that was lying on his lap. 'She looks so peaceful.' He leaned down and was only a breath away from her lips when a voice came from behind them. "Don't do anything that I wouldn't do." Trunks gasped at who was the owner of the voice.
V.D. : Sorry for the cliffie. I just couldn't resist. Hope that you R&R. REMEMBER: IF YOU REVIEW THEN YOU GET YOUR NAME IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! Till the next chap, ja ne!