Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z, or my cute little Trunkie-Chan. Although this news, not to mention that I don't own Esca from my other fics is enough to make anyone want to cry... So I will... BOO HOO HOO! : ( * Sobs *
A/N: I'm glad you guys like it so far... Based on my schedule it looks like I'll be able to update this every other day, and probably 2-3 times on the weekends (Fri., Sat., Sun.)... If you keep reviewing, I'll keep writing, I already have eight reviews and my fic's on two fav lists! YAY! Enjoy and review when you're done! Thanks! ^_^
Chapter 2: Troublesome Dreams
** Trunks ran down the dark hallways, out of breath. He didn't know why he was running. He just was, to escape from whatever was after him. He didn't seem to have control of his legs, he was tired and would like to stop, but they wouldn't allow it. He fell on the floor in exhaustion. Drops of sweat making a puddle on the ground. He looked up to see who his assailant was and was shocked; he turned a ghostly pale.
"F-Father?" He muttered, looking at the scowling man before him.
"Yes I'm your father boy!" Vegeta said in an angry tone, still frowning.
"Wow. It's really you." Trunks whispered, loud enough that he thought Vegeta couldn't hear, but apparently, he was mistaken.
"Of course it's really me boy. Who did you think I was? Kakkarot dressed up in disguise?" He smirked; thinking Trunks was a real fool.
"Come on, mom will want to see you, she misses you dad..." Trunks said, standing up to look Vegeta straight in the eye.
"I could care less about that sniveling woman at the present. There are much more important things to discuss." Trunks fumed with rage, and grunted in anger, standing up. Before he could maim Vegeta, his father continued to speak.
"Ha, look at you! A poor excuse for a saiyan, let alone my son." Vegeta commented, pacing around Trunks as though he was looking for fleas or something.
"I'm doing the best I can!" Trunks angrily retorted.
"That certainly doesn't seem to be good enough." Vegeta muttered.
"But look, that's not what I came here to tell you. I have a message for you boy."
"A message?" Trunks asked in confusion.
"Yes, a blasted message!" Vegeta shot back.
"Here read it." Vegeta commanded, throwing it to the ground and stomping on it.
Trunks picked up the crumpled note and read.
'Do not give up hope, but beware, for the tallest mountain is still left to climb. But you will prevail, like it or not, you will conquer.'
"What the hell does this mean?" Trunks asked.
"Like I know..." Vegeta muttered.
"Stupid guardians, always speaking in pathetic poetry, too afraid to just write the blasted message." He grunted before starting to walk away.
"WAIT! NO!" Trunks screamed.
"What now?" The flustered father asked, eyeing the boy in unappreciation.
"Please stay." Trunks pleaded.
"If not for me, then for mom!"
"Even if I wanted to stay in this wretched world of yours, I couldn't, so stop tampering with fate and leave me be!" Vegeta retorted, once again starting to walk away.
"PLEASE!" Trunks whimpered, tears springing to his eyes as he grabbed his father's arm trying to persuade him to not leave them again.
"LET GO, YOU BLASTED BOY!" Vegeta commanded, shaking the purple haired boy off and running away, disappearing into the black mist.
"FATHER!" Trunks screamed in rage, falling to his knees in grief that he had lost his father all over again. **
Trunks woke up, from his troubled dreams and looked bewilderedly around his room, making sure it was still there.
"It was a dream. It was all just a dream." Trunks muttered, but he couldn't shake off the feeling. The feeling of hatred and rejection from the man he called father.
"Man! My father's such a jerk!" Trunks emphasized by pounding his fists into the wall.
"Trunks! What's going on in there?" A confused Bulma called from the hallway.
"Oh. Nothing mom." Trunks sighed, flopping back down on his bed in between frustration in despair.
He looked out the skylight, positioned above his bed and watched the world go by. The puffy silver lined clouds looked inviting and he wondered what it would be like to live in those clouds. Live in their soft downiness, with no worries or problems.
"Life doesn't come without problems." Trunks muttered.
"I guess I've learned that by now..."
Gazing at the clock, he quickly threw on his usual attire. Capsule Corp. shirt, tan pants, tennis shoes, and he ran his fingers through his purple hair. He ran down the stairs and skittered into the kitchen where Bulma stood by the stove brewing some tea. Trunks grabbed a piece of toast that popped up just then in midair and ran out.
"Hi Mom. Bye mom!"
"What's your hurry?" Bulma asked in amusement.
"Gohan's meeting me down by the old Saturo place. I overslept, I'm gonna be late!" He explained, grabbing the house keys before running out the door.
"Have a good time." Said Bulma although she didn't know why she bothered, since Trunks was already out the door.
"Oh man!" Trunks muttered.
"Gohan's going to have my hide for this!" He broke into a faster run.
He made it there in record time, where his master was waiting, leaning against the old crumbling bridge by Saturo manor. Saturo manor had once housed a very wealthy family, but they had all been murdered by the androids during a simple excursion in their car. No one had bought it, although it had been years ago, for rumor had it that the ghosts of the androids' victims lingered there. It gave Trunks the chills just thinking about it.
"Hey Trunks!" Gohan grinned at his younger friend.
"You're late, as always I see!"
"I'm sorry Gohan, but I overslept... And I had this really weird dream and... MPH MPH..." Trunks tried to keep talking as he ate his toast.
"Relax Trunks. Swallow. Breathe." Gohan instructed, trying not to laugh at his protegee's distress.
"Sorry." Trunks muttered, gulping his breakfast down, wishing he had grabbed something to drink.
"We've got a lot of work ahead of us." Gohan started, but stopped, seeing the dark circles under Trunks's eyes.
"You OK Bro?" Gohan asked in concern.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine." Trunks said, trying to perk up and not look so tired.
"I just haven't gotten much sleep lately."
"Well remember, you can't fight if you can't move." Gohan reminded him.
As they began the day's lesson, Trunks's silently wondered to himself, 'Oh father... why?'
To be Continued
A/N: Was that OK? I tried to make it sound realistic. I've found that I enjoy writing these, maybe it's all for the love of Trunks... Anyways, review and I'll add more up tomorrow or Wednesday, depends on how much homework my teachers pack on... Arigatou! Ja ne! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~
A/N: I'm glad you guys like it so far... Based on my schedule it looks like I'll be able to update this every other day, and probably 2-3 times on the weekends (Fri., Sat., Sun.)... If you keep reviewing, I'll keep writing, I already have eight reviews and my fic's on two fav lists! YAY! Enjoy and review when you're done! Thanks! ^_^
Chapter 2: Troublesome Dreams
** Trunks ran down the dark hallways, out of breath. He didn't know why he was running. He just was, to escape from whatever was after him. He didn't seem to have control of his legs, he was tired and would like to stop, but they wouldn't allow it. He fell on the floor in exhaustion. Drops of sweat making a puddle on the ground. He looked up to see who his assailant was and was shocked; he turned a ghostly pale.
"F-Father?" He muttered, looking at the scowling man before him.
"Yes I'm your father boy!" Vegeta said in an angry tone, still frowning.
"Wow. It's really you." Trunks whispered, loud enough that he thought Vegeta couldn't hear, but apparently, he was mistaken.
"Of course it's really me boy. Who did you think I was? Kakkarot dressed up in disguise?" He smirked; thinking Trunks was a real fool.
"Come on, mom will want to see you, she misses you dad..." Trunks said, standing up to look Vegeta straight in the eye.
"I could care less about that sniveling woman at the present. There are much more important things to discuss." Trunks fumed with rage, and grunted in anger, standing up. Before he could maim Vegeta, his father continued to speak.
"Ha, look at you! A poor excuse for a saiyan, let alone my son." Vegeta commented, pacing around Trunks as though he was looking for fleas or something.
"I'm doing the best I can!" Trunks angrily retorted.
"That certainly doesn't seem to be good enough." Vegeta muttered.
"But look, that's not what I came here to tell you. I have a message for you boy."
"A message?" Trunks asked in confusion.
"Yes, a blasted message!" Vegeta shot back.
"Here read it." Vegeta commanded, throwing it to the ground and stomping on it.
Trunks picked up the crumpled note and read.
'Do not give up hope, but beware, for the tallest mountain is still left to climb. But you will prevail, like it or not, you will conquer.'
"What the hell does this mean?" Trunks asked.
"Like I know..." Vegeta muttered.
"Stupid guardians, always speaking in pathetic poetry, too afraid to just write the blasted message." He grunted before starting to walk away.
"WAIT! NO!" Trunks screamed.
"What now?" The flustered father asked, eyeing the boy in unappreciation.
"Please stay." Trunks pleaded.
"If not for me, then for mom!"
"Even if I wanted to stay in this wretched world of yours, I couldn't, so stop tampering with fate and leave me be!" Vegeta retorted, once again starting to walk away.
"PLEASE!" Trunks whimpered, tears springing to his eyes as he grabbed his father's arm trying to persuade him to not leave them again.
"LET GO, YOU BLASTED BOY!" Vegeta commanded, shaking the purple haired boy off and running away, disappearing into the black mist.
"FATHER!" Trunks screamed in rage, falling to his knees in grief that he had lost his father all over again. **
Trunks woke up, from his troubled dreams and looked bewilderedly around his room, making sure it was still there.
"It was a dream. It was all just a dream." Trunks muttered, but he couldn't shake off the feeling. The feeling of hatred and rejection from the man he called father.
"Man! My father's such a jerk!" Trunks emphasized by pounding his fists into the wall.
"Trunks! What's going on in there?" A confused Bulma called from the hallway.
"Oh. Nothing mom." Trunks sighed, flopping back down on his bed in between frustration in despair.
He looked out the skylight, positioned above his bed and watched the world go by. The puffy silver lined clouds looked inviting and he wondered what it would be like to live in those clouds. Live in their soft downiness, with no worries or problems.
"Life doesn't come without problems." Trunks muttered.
"I guess I've learned that by now..."
Gazing at the clock, he quickly threw on his usual attire. Capsule Corp. shirt, tan pants, tennis shoes, and he ran his fingers through his purple hair. He ran down the stairs and skittered into the kitchen where Bulma stood by the stove brewing some tea. Trunks grabbed a piece of toast that popped up just then in midair and ran out.
"Hi Mom. Bye mom!"
"What's your hurry?" Bulma asked in amusement.
"Gohan's meeting me down by the old Saturo place. I overslept, I'm gonna be late!" He explained, grabbing the house keys before running out the door.
"Have a good time." Said Bulma although she didn't know why she bothered, since Trunks was already out the door.
"Oh man!" Trunks muttered.
"Gohan's going to have my hide for this!" He broke into a faster run.
He made it there in record time, where his master was waiting, leaning against the old crumbling bridge by Saturo manor. Saturo manor had once housed a very wealthy family, but they had all been murdered by the androids during a simple excursion in their car. No one had bought it, although it had been years ago, for rumor had it that the ghosts of the androids' victims lingered there. It gave Trunks the chills just thinking about it.
"Hey Trunks!" Gohan grinned at his younger friend.
"You're late, as always I see!"
"I'm sorry Gohan, but I overslept... And I had this really weird dream and... MPH MPH..." Trunks tried to keep talking as he ate his toast.
"Relax Trunks. Swallow. Breathe." Gohan instructed, trying not to laugh at his protegee's distress.
"Sorry." Trunks muttered, gulping his breakfast down, wishing he had grabbed something to drink.
"We've got a lot of work ahead of us." Gohan started, but stopped, seeing the dark circles under Trunks's eyes.
"You OK Bro?" Gohan asked in concern.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine." Trunks said, trying to perk up and not look so tired.
"I just haven't gotten much sleep lately."
"Well remember, you can't fight if you can't move." Gohan reminded him.
As they began the day's lesson, Trunks's silently wondered to himself, 'Oh father... why?'
To be Continued
A/N: Was that OK? I tried to make it sound realistic. I've found that I enjoy writing these, maybe it's all for the love of Trunks... Anyways, review and I'll add more up tomorrow or Wednesday, depends on how much homework my teachers pack on... Arigatou! Ja ne! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~