Chapter Six
Running her fingers through soft cotton, Kora smiled at the selection of dresses displayed before her eyes. They were all beautiful to her, and she couldn't decide which one to pick. Feeling guilty about having Bulma buy all this for her, Kora always checked prices first. She decided that the $24.99 rack of dresses was good to start out with.
"I think that emerald dress would look good on you...especially with your lovely sea-green eyes." whispered a voice, soft and mesmerizing.
Kora shot her head up, and glared behind her; right into a pair of shocking red eyes. She whimpered, frightened by the evilness reflecting in them. Smirking, the man extended a hand.
"Come back with us, Kora. You don't belong here...come back now!"he urged, his voice harsh now, with almost a metallic sound to it.
"I...I...don't know what you're talking about!"she muttered, but her words turned into a yell. "Stay away from me!"
"Kora?"called Trunks, hearing her voice from a few paces away.
Seeing that the man was intimidating Kora, Trunks jogged over and roughly pushed him away. Stepping in front of Kora protectively, he asked, "Is there a problem here?".
"Nothing sir, just seeing if the lady needed help with her selection."
"O-oh."stuttered Trunks, embarrassed that he had made such a big deal out of it.
"Have a nice day."smiled the violet-eyed stranger, brushing ebony strands of hair from his eyes. Then, he turned on his heel and walked away.
Sighing, Trunks decided he shouldn't be so on-edge all the time. What was he worried about, anyway? Androids no longer existed.
But he quickly changed his opinion when he looked at a pale-faced Kora.
Narrowing his eyes, he took hold of her shoulders.
"Are you all right? What did he do to you?" questioned Trunks.
Gazing up at him, she parted her lips, but no words came.
"Lets forget about him, okay? Some people in the city can be so queer." smiled Trunks reassuringly.
Nodding, Kora decided to shrug it off. Trunks was right, after all, she had come across a few weirdoes when she was on the streets. But then the red eyes went flashing through her mind again, sending chills throughout her body.
"How about a dress, Kora? This greenish one would look good on you." suggested Trunks, lifting it for her to see.
That emerald one would go well with your sea-green eyes.....Come back with us now.....you don't belong here....
The man's words echoed through her mind, but Kora managed to look at the dress.
"Trunks? How about the pink one?"
Chapter Seven
Carrying a ton of bags, along with Bulma and Trunks, Kora headed back to the car. The red-eyed man being long forgotten, Kora looked happy once again. She had never owned this many items in her life. Of course, being rich, Bulma went overboard and not only bought Kora clothes, but also jewelry and items for her new bedroom.
When they got back home, Kora finally got a good view of Capsule Corp. from outside. Last time she had seen it, it had been in the night and she had been almost dead.
It was huge, and the dome-shape of it was odd, but it was amazing nonetheless.
Inside, Bulma called Kora to her.
"I want to show you your new bedroom! And don't worry, it's not in the lab again!"called Bulma. Carrying all her bags, she headed upstairs; following Bulma.
Kora was suprised that Bulma was trusting her like this. Not only that, but giving her a bedroom to sleep in!
"Here it is! You can set your stuff that you bought at the mall on your dressers and in your drawers."smiled Bulma. "I'll let you get your stuff around while I work in my lab!"
"Okay. And Bulma?" Kora turned to Bulma, who was halfway out the door.
"Yes?"
"Thanks. For everything." Kora said softly.
Bulma smiled and nodded. By her tone of voice, Bulma knew she wasn't just talking about her clothes.
"HelloOOOOO! We're home Bulma!"called a shrill cry from a blonde woman, giggling after she called out to her daughter. She was followed by a lavender-haired man with a cigarette in his mouth, carrying a lavender haired baby who was slobbering.
Rushing downstairs, Bulma smiled upon seeing her parents back from vacation.
"Hey mom! Hey dad! How was Trunks, was he much trouble?"asked Bulma, taking her son in her arms.
"Oh, that darling was no trouble at all. How about some tea?"
While Mr. Brief was carrying their suitcases upstairs, he accidentally bumped into Kora.
"Oh, sor-" he cut himself of, as she just starred at him.
"Uh, Bulma dear? Do you have a new assistant that you forgot to introduce to me?" questioned Mr. Brief as he helped Kora up off the floor.
"Oh, sorry! Kora, Dad, come down here!"called Bulma from downstairs.
They both looked at each other and started down the stairs, then entered the kitchen.
"Dad, this is Kora. She'll be staying with us. Kora, this is my dad. You haven't met yet because he was on vacation."
They shook hands, then Kora turned to Bulma's mother.
"Mom, this is Kora, Kora this is mom. She was on vacation too, along with Tru-." Bulma cut herself off. Kora still didn't know about 'Future Trunks' and 'Baby Trunks'.
"Trunks?"completed Kora, crossing her arms.
"Ah...um..."stammered Bulma. How was she going to explain this?
Vegeta walked in the door, sweaty from being in the Gravity Room. He looked around, seeing that Bulma looked nervous.
"Don't worry, I know what this is about!" stated Kora.
"YOU DO?"asked Bulma, totally confused.
Trunks walked downstairs, and saw that everyone that lived in 'his' house was gathered in the kitchen. Deciding to join them, he ran the rest of the way down the steps.
"Yep! Trunks has a son! This must be Trunks Jr., right?" explained Kora, pleased that she had figured it out.
"The brat has a son?" garbled Vegeta, but Kora ignored him.
"Awww, he's so adorable, Trunks!"called Kora, over her shoulder. Trunks stood still, wondering what was going on.
"He looks just like you too!"
"W--what? Who?"
"Your son, of course!"
Trunks stood, just as baffled as everyone else, but Kora didn't notice it as she lifted 'Trunks Jr.' from Bulma's arms.
"Aw! I bet you're gonna grow up to be quite the handsome young man! He's so cute!"
As Kora carried on about Baby Trunks, Bulma started giggling and winked at Future Trunks. He sighed as his cheeks turned a rosy pink.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?" screamed Vegeta.
Kora stood and stared at an outraged Vegeta as Bulma pulled on Kora's arm.
"Come here, Kora, I think we need to have a little talk about something."
Chapter Eight
"Bulma, this isn't funny. I don't know if Trunks is embarrassed about having a kid, but saying that he's from the future is going a bit far!"complained Kora. She was extremely frustrated. How dare Bulma play her for a fool! She may not be rich, and even though she could only remember from five years ago, that didn't mean at all that she was dumb.
Bulma sighed and stood up.
"I'm sorry but..."started Kora, but Bulma silenced her with a hand. She smiled.
"Kora, I know this is hard to believe. It was hard for me to believe, too, but if you want 100% fool-proof evidence, it would be no problem for me to give it to you."
"That would be great!"sighed Kora. She was starting to think Bulma was crazy.
"A scar? Bulma..."
Baby Trunks was being held by Bulma with the inner part of his thigh turned outward.
"He got this once when he fell. I know it's little, but Trunks from the future has it too. Trunks! Come here for a moment!"
In spandex shorts like his father owned, Trunks walked into the lab.
"Good thing you're in those! This will make this less difficult."
Trunks took a step back. "Make what less difficult?"
Giggling, Bulma handed Baby Trunks to Kora, who started pulling on her hair.
Trunks took another step back, which only made Bulma laugh harder. "Come here, silly, I'm not going to do anything to you. Turn your left leg outward as far as you can."
He cocked an eyebrow at his mom, and shot a glance at Kora, who shrugged. Sighing, he did as he was told. A small, v-shaped scar was visible.
"See? They have the same scar in the same place."stated Bulma.
"That is quite the coincidence, but it's not enough proof. And please don't tell me how you found that scar on Trunks!" joked Kora.
"I'm leaving now." grumbled Future Trunks. "And she saw it when she was bandaging me after I sparred with Father."
Kora laughed. "I'm only joking."
He smiled and walked out of the lab, quickly so that his mother couldn't ask him for any more 'favors'.
"How about a blood test?"suggested Bulma.
"Now that would be convincing!"grinned Kora.
Trunks poked his head in. "I'm guessing I'll be needed again?" he sighed.
"Uh huh. C'mere son number two!"
Trunks rolled his eyes and Kora shook her head as Bulma gestured to Trunks to take a seat. Then she got a needle.
Neon lighting filled the dark living room as Kora and Trunks watched televison. Trunks looked over at Kora, who didn't look all too interested in it. That's strange, it seems as though she's watched T.V. before...and yet she hasn't lived anywhere but the streets.
"Hey Kora? Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"Yes, I do have a scar on my thigh, and no, you can't see it." she chuckled.
"Oh c'mon, be serious!"
"Alright, ask away."
"Well, you said that you can't remember anything past five years ago, right?"
"Uh huh."
"So...how do you know how to read and stuff? And you look as though you've watched T.V. before. I mean, you don't look at all interested in it. Then again, I could be reading you wrong."
"No, you're right."she sighed, and turned her head to look at him finally. "I have no clue how, but it seems as though I have watched T.V. before. It sounds strange, but it's like I can remember how to do things without having a memory of learning them. Like reading. It's easy for me, and yet I was never taught in the past five years. Pretty strange huh?
"I guess. But I'll bet you just have amnesia. It'll all come back to you some day." he smiled reassuringly. "Oh, and another question. Where'd you get the black clothes and cloak?"
"I don't know. I've had them for as long as I can remember."
"From the start of your five years."
"Yeah."
He cocked an eyebrow, and she laughed.
"I washed them in lakes several times, don't worry."
They both went back to watching T.V., but Kora itched to tell Trunks something.
It's now or never Kora.
"Do you want to know what that man said to me. In the mall, I mean."
He sharply turned to her. "I've been wanting you to tell me all day, but I thought it might be uncomfortable for you if I brought it up…especially when you seemed to have forgotten about it."
She smiled at his sudden interest, but then her breath got shaky as she remembered the evil red eyes that burned into hers.
"He...he told me to go back with him, and that I didn't belong here." she explained.
Trunks frowned. "He was probably trying to take advantage of you or something. People are so-"
"No, it wasn't that. Believe me, creeps have tried that on me on the streets a lot. He actually said 'Come back with us'. What do you suppose he meant?" she questioned.
"I honestly don't know."
"His eyes...they were so awful. When you saw them, they were violet. But when he was talking to me...they were blood-red, Trunks."
A sudden shock went through Trunks' body. Flashes of images...the androids...haunted his mind again. Often times the androids' eyes would glow red.
"Tell me about yourself, Trunks. I know I don't have much to say, since I can only remember five years, but how about you?"
He sighed, and looked at her with pain in his eyes. Explaining about the androids, and how they terrorized his mother, killed his father, and murdered his best friend...Kora now knew he was indeed from the future. No blood test was needed.
After he talked about his past, he explained how he went back in time to warn Goku of the demonic androids and a deadly virus that would attack his heart. He talked about how his father didn't accept him. Then they talked about the period of time when Cell terrorized the Earth.
"How was that for you, Kora, did you ever see him?"
"Y-yes, once."
Trunks looked at her with amazement. "Did he see you?"
"Yes."
Shaken, he just glared at her.
"How...how did you survive? I mean, he killed…I mean, absorbed everyone he saw."
Kora sighed again. Another question that didn't have a rational answer. "I don't know. I remember him coming after me, then I got really scared and suddenly I went into this daze. When I came out of it he was flying away from me. I'm lucky I survived, but I don't know how!"
This is very strange. She'd have to be a Z fighter to defend herself against a monster like that.
"It's happened to me a lot. Going into a daze, I mean. I think it might have to do with my amnesia or whatever queer problem I have."
Trunks laughed nervously. This didn't make any sense! No one survived when Cell confronted them. No normal person, that is.
Soon after, Bulma walked out with the results while yawning. Kora smiled knowingly and nodded. After all, she had discovered Bulma was indeed telling the truth long before the blood test was completed.
Running her fingers through soft cotton, Kora smiled at the selection of dresses displayed before her eyes. They were all beautiful to her, and she couldn't decide which one to pick. Feeling guilty about having Bulma buy all this for her, Kora always checked prices first. She decided that the $24.99 rack of dresses was good to start out with.
"I think that emerald dress would look good on you...especially with your lovely sea-green eyes." whispered a voice, soft and mesmerizing.
Kora shot her head up, and glared behind her; right into a pair of shocking red eyes. She whimpered, frightened by the evilness reflecting in them. Smirking, the man extended a hand.
"Come back with us, Kora. You don't belong here...come back now!"he urged, his voice harsh now, with almost a metallic sound to it.
"I...I...don't know what you're talking about!"she muttered, but her words turned into a yell. "Stay away from me!"
"Kora?"called Trunks, hearing her voice from a few paces away.
Seeing that the man was intimidating Kora, Trunks jogged over and roughly pushed him away. Stepping in front of Kora protectively, he asked, "Is there a problem here?".
"Nothing sir, just seeing if the lady needed help with her selection."
"O-oh."stuttered Trunks, embarrassed that he had made such a big deal out of it.
"Have a nice day."smiled the violet-eyed stranger, brushing ebony strands of hair from his eyes. Then, he turned on his heel and walked away.
Sighing, Trunks decided he shouldn't be so on-edge all the time. What was he worried about, anyway? Androids no longer existed.
But he quickly changed his opinion when he looked at a pale-faced Kora.
Narrowing his eyes, he took hold of her shoulders.
"Are you all right? What did he do to you?" questioned Trunks.
Gazing up at him, she parted her lips, but no words came.
"Lets forget about him, okay? Some people in the city can be so queer." smiled Trunks reassuringly.
Nodding, Kora decided to shrug it off. Trunks was right, after all, she had come across a few weirdoes when she was on the streets. But then the red eyes went flashing through her mind again, sending chills throughout her body.
"How about a dress, Kora? This greenish one would look good on you." suggested Trunks, lifting it for her to see.
That emerald one would go well with your sea-green eyes.....Come back with us now.....you don't belong here....
The man's words echoed through her mind, but Kora managed to look at the dress.
"Trunks? How about the pink one?"
Chapter Seven
Carrying a ton of bags, along with Bulma and Trunks, Kora headed back to the car. The red-eyed man being long forgotten, Kora looked happy once again. She had never owned this many items in her life. Of course, being rich, Bulma went overboard and not only bought Kora clothes, but also jewelry and items for her new bedroom.
When they got back home, Kora finally got a good view of Capsule Corp. from outside. Last time she had seen it, it had been in the night and she had been almost dead.
It was huge, and the dome-shape of it was odd, but it was amazing nonetheless.
Inside, Bulma called Kora to her.
"I want to show you your new bedroom! And don't worry, it's not in the lab again!"called Bulma. Carrying all her bags, she headed upstairs; following Bulma.
Kora was suprised that Bulma was trusting her like this. Not only that, but giving her a bedroom to sleep in!
"Here it is! You can set your stuff that you bought at the mall on your dressers and in your drawers."smiled Bulma. "I'll let you get your stuff around while I work in my lab!"
"Okay. And Bulma?" Kora turned to Bulma, who was halfway out the door.
"Yes?"
"Thanks. For everything." Kora said softly.
Bulma smiled and nodded. By her tone of voice, Bulma knew she wasn't just talking about her clothes.
"HelloOOOOO! We're home Bulma!"called a shrill cry from a blonde woman, giggling after she called out to her daughter. She was followed by a lavender-haired man with a cigarette in his mouth, carrying a lavender haired baby who was slobbering.
Rushing downstairs, Bulma smiled upon seeing her parents back from vacation.
"Hey mom! Hey dad! How was Trunks, was he much trouble?"asked Bulma, taking her son in her arms.
"Oh, that darling was no trouble at all. How about some tea?"
While Mr. Brief was carrying their suitcases upstairs, he accidentally bumped into Kora.
"Oh, sor-" he cut himself of, as she just starred at him.
"Uh, Bulma dear? Do you have a new assistant that you forgot to introduce to me?" questioned Mr. Brief as he helped Kora up off the floor.
"Oh, sorry! Kora, Dad, come down here!"called Bulma from downstairs.
They both looked at each other and started down the stairs, then entered the kitchen.
"Dad, this is Kora. She'll be staying with us. Kora, this is my dad. You haven't met yet because he was on vacation."
They shook hands, then Kora turned to Bulma's mother.
"Mom, this is Kora, Kora this is mom. She was on vacation too, along with Tru-." Bulma cut herself off. Kora still didn't know about 'Future Trunks' and 'Baby Trunks'.
"Trunks?"completed Kora, crossing her arms.
"Ah...um..."stammered Bulma. How was she going to explain this?
Vegeta walked in the door, sweaty from being in the Gravity Room. He looked around, seeing that Bulma looked nervous.
"Don't worry, I know what this is about!" stated Kora.
"YOU DO?"asked Bulma, totally confused.
Trunks walked downstairs, and saw that everyone that lived in 'his' house was gathered in the kitchen. Deciding to join them, he ran the rest of the way down the steps.
"Yep! Trunks has a son! This must be Trunks Jr., right?" explained Kora, pleased that she had figured it out.
"The brat has a son?" garbled Vegeta, but Kora ignored him.
"Awww, he's so adorable, Trunks!"called Kora, over her shoulder. Trunks stood still, wondering what was going on.
"He looks just like you too!"
"W--what? Who?"
"Your son, of course!"
Trunks stood, just as baffled as everyone else, but Kora didn't notice it as she lifted 'Trunks Jr.' from Bulma's arms.
"Aw! I bet you're gonna grow up to be quite the handsome young man! He's so cute!"
As Kora carried on about Baby Trunks, Bulma started giggling and winked at Future Trunks. He sighed as his cheeks turned a rosy pink.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?" screamed Vegeta.
Kora stood and stared at an outraged Vegeta as Bulma pulled on Kora's arm.
"Come here, Kora, I think we need to have a little talk about something."
Chapter Eight
"Bulma, this isn't funny. I don't know if Trunks is embarrassed about having a kid, but saying that he's from the future is going a bit far!"complained Kora. She was extremely frustrated. How dare Bulma play her for a fool! She may not be rich, and even though she could only remember from five years ago, that didn't mean at all that she was dumb.
Bulma sighed and stood up.
"I'm sorry but..."started Kora, but Bulma silenced her with a hand. She smiled.
"Kora, I know this is hard to believe. It was hard for me to believe, too, but if you want 100% fool-proof evidence, it would be no problem for me to give it to you."
"That would be great!"sighed Kora. She was starting to think Bulma was crazy.
"A scar? Bulma..."
Baby Trunks was being held by Bulma with the inner part of his thigh turned outward.
"He got this once when he fell. I know it's little, but Trunks from the future has it too. Trunks! Come here for a moment!"
In spandex shorts like his father owned, Trunks walked into the lab.
"Good thing you're in those! This will make this less difficult."
Trunks took a step back. "Make what less difficult?"
Giggling, Bulma handed Baby Trunks to Kora, who started pulling on her hair.
Trunks took another step back, which only made Bulma laugh harder. "Come here, silly, I'm not going to do anything to you. Turn your left leg outward as far as you can."
He cocked an eyebrow at his mom, and shot a glance at Kora, who shrugged. Sighing, he did as he was told. A small, v-shaped scar was visible.
"See? They have the same scar in the same place."stated Bulma.
"That is quite the coincidence, but it's not enough proof. And please don't tell me how you found that scar on Trunks!" joked Kora.
"I'm leaving now." grumbled Future Trunks. "And she saw it when she was bandaging me after I sparred with Father."
Kora laughed. "I'm only joking."
He smiled and walked out of the lab, quickly so that his mother couldn't ask him for any more 'favors'.
"How about a blood test?"suggested Bulma.
"Now that would be convincing!"grinned Kora.
Trunks poked his head in. "I'm guessing I'll be needed again?" he sighed.
"Uh huh. C'mere son number two!"
Trunks rolled his eyes and Kora shook her head as Bulma gestured to Trunks to take a seat. Then she got a needle.
Neon lighting filled the dark living room as Kora and Trunks watched televison. Trunks looked over at Kora, who didn't look all too interested in it. That's strange, it seems as though she's watched T.V. before...and yet she hasn't lived anywhere but the streets.
"Hey Kora? Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"Yes, I do have a scar on my thigh, and no, you can't see it." she chuckled.
"Oh c'mon, be serious!"
"Alright, ask away."
"Well, you said that you can't remember anything past five years ago, right?"
"Uh huh."
"So...how do you know how to read and stuff? And you look as though you've watched T.V. before. I mean, you don't look at all interested in it. Then again, I could be reading you wrong."
"No, you're right."she sighed, and turned her head to look at him finally. "I have no clue how, but it seems as though I have watched T.V. before. It sounds strange, but it's like I can remember how to do things without having a memory of learning them. Like reading. It's easy for me, and yet I was never taught in the past five years. Pretty strange huh?
"I guess. But I'll bet you just have amnesia. It'll all come back to you some day." he smiled reassuringly. "Oh, and another question. Where'd you get the black clothes and cloak?"
"I don't know. I've had them for as long as I can remember."
"From the start of your five years."
"Yeah."
He cocked an eyebrow, and she laughed.
"I washed them in lakes several times, don't worry."
They both went back to watching T.V., but Kora itched to tell Trunks something.
It's now or never Kora.
"Do you want to know what that man said to me. In the mall, I mean."
He sharply turned to her. "I've been wanting you to tell me all day, but I thought it might be uncomfortable for you if I brought it up…especially when you seemed to have forgotten about it."
She smiled at his sudden interest, but then her breath got shaky as she remembered the evil red eyes that burned into hers.
"He...he told me to go back with him, and that I didn't belong here." she explained.
Trunks frowned. "He was probably trying to take advantage of you or something. People are so-"
"No, it wasn't that. Believe me, creeps have tried that on me on the streets a lot. He actually said 'Come back with us'. What do you suppose he meant?" she questioned.
"I honestly don't know."
"His eyes...they were so awful. When you saw them, they were violet. But when he was talking to me...they were blood-red, Trunks."
A sudden shock went through Trunks' body. Flashes of images...the androids...haunted his mind again. Often times the androids' eyes would glow red.
"Tell me about yourself, Trunks. I know I don't have much to say, since I can only remember five years, but how about you?"
He sighed, and looked at her with pain in his eyes. Explaining about the androids, and how they terrorized his mother, killed his father, and murdered his best friend...Kora now knew he was indeed from the future. No blood test was needed.
After he talked about his past, he explained how he went back in time to warn Goku of the demonic androids and a deadly virus that would attack his heart. He talked about how his father didn't accept him. Then they talked about the period of time when Cell terrorized the Earth.
"How was that for you, Kora, did you ever see him?"
"Y-yes, once."
Trunks looked at her with amazement. "Did he see you?"
"Yes."
Shaken, he just glared at her.
"How...how did you survive? I mean, he killed…I mean, absorbed everyone he saw."
Kora sighed again. Another question that didn't have a rational answer. "I don't know. I remember him coming after me, then I got really scared and suddenly I went into this daze. When I came out of it he was flying away from me. I'm lucky I survived, but I don't know how!"
This is very strange. She'd have to be a Z fighter to defend herself against a monster like that.
"It's happened to me a lot. Going into a daze, I mean. I think it might have to do with my amnesia or whatever queer problem I have."
Trunks laughed nervously. This didn't make any sense! No one survived when Cell confronted them. No normal person, that is.
Soon after, Bulma walked out with the results while yawning. Kora smiled knowingly and nodded. After all, she had discovered Bulma was indeed telling the truth long before the blood test was completed.