The Trial of Sailor Earth ~ Ch 5
When Trunks finally drifted to sleep, his rest was disturbed by strange dreams. Holding
Lysandria tightly in his arms, his senses filled with her scent, the sound of her breathing,
the feel of her hands clutching his shirt, he was brought back to another time, and
another place, a memory of people he had never met and places he had never been. It
was very like the dream he had had before, but tonight, perhaps influenced by the
presence of the girl in his arms, there was more.
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He stood in a garden, his arms wrapped around the girl from his earlier dreams. Now
that he could see her properly he noticed that she had large white wings, but for some
reason this seemed perfectly normal. She was leaning against his chest and speaking to
him.
"Do you have to go? Couldn't you just send a messenger? Or could I go with you?" She
sounded so lonely one would think he had left already. He shook his head.
"No. I must go to Vegesai to witness my brother's coronation. He will take the throne
now that my father is dead. As soon as the ceremony is over, I will return, and then…"
he grinned "We can get married."
She smiled up at him. "But why can't I go with you?"
"I don't want you there. It's a dangerous place, and I wouldn't leave you out of my sight
for a second."
She grinned at him mischievously. "Would that be so bad? Anyway I can take care of
myself. Don't you trust ANYONE around me?"
He shook his head again. "I trust one person. Your twin and my best friend. No one
else. Don't worry. I'll only be a few days. A week at the most. You won't notice I'm
gone!"
Glaring, she punched him playfully. "Liar! I will to notice!"
He caught her arm mid-swing and used his other hand to capture her face so he could
steal one, last passionate kiss, invading her mouth almost as if he wanted to take
something to remember her by while away, her taste, her feel, her touch.
Finally he let her go, and walked out of the gardens, heading for his space capsule.
Before he vanished from her sight, he looked back once more. She was standing
breathless and smiling among the colourful life of the garden she loved. That was the
last time he saw her. He rounded the corner and walked slowly to his capsule.
There was a sense of time passing and then the dream returned to its usual
sequence. He leaned forward in the space capsule, eager the first glimpse of Earth.
After all, now it was supposed to be his new home. And his bride-to-be would be waiting
for him. He had been gone longer than he had expected, and he missed her more than
he had thought possible. But as his capsule approached the planet, he felt an enormous
battle taking place around it. The ki being thrown back and forth seemed so thick one
could touch it. Fury took hold. Someone was trying to destroy HIS planet and HIS girl!
She was in danger! He had to stop them! He gathered all the energy he could muster
and projected it towards the battle as hard as he could, forcing everything he had to
join the stream of light that was attempting to throw back the darkness.
Something felt him. A counter-attack raced towards him. He tried to pull his
energy back to block it but he was over extended. Panic rise up within him. There was
nothing he could do. The blaze of ki hit his capsule with the force of a several suns. He
felt a searing agony burn through him and screamed out.
Suddenly through the pain he saw in his mind the image his betrothed, who
reached out to him and touched him, with an expression of anguish. "I'm so sorry… We
will meet again. I promise. I love you." With one last burst of pain, all feeling vanished,
and he knew no more. Out in the vastness of space, a capsule drifted aimlessly, and
lifelessly.
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Lysandria drifted into wakefulness; aware at first only that she was somewhere warm,
comfortable and safe. Gradually she became aware of more. She was holding
something. It was material. Following it lazily with her fingers she discovered it was
someone's shirt. Someone's shirt? She came fully awake rather abruptly with the shock,
and realized that she was curled up in someone's arms. Strong muscular and gentle
arms that she immediately recognized as belonging to Trunks.
Trunks? She was in bed with Trunks? What?? Bits and pieces of the events of the night
before drifted back to her. The scouts had rejected her and wanted her gone from the
country. Her foster father had attacked her. She hid her head in Trunks' chest in
despair.
What would she do now? She couldn't return to her new home. She couldn't return to
her foster parents ever again. She was alone in the world with nothing to her name. She
had experienced that in several previous lives and it wasn't something she wanted to
relive. The one thing that had kept her going all through the long centuries had been
ripped from her the night before when the Scouts had treated her as an enemy, and her
brother had renounced her.
And to top it off, she had had the strangest dreams that night of being in a garden, in
her first life, bidding farewell to her fiancée. It had seemed like a memory, but she had
never had a fiancée, ever. So how could it be? The deep feelings the dream had evoked
were foreign to her. She wondered if this was what it would feel like to love someone.
She wished she could, but knew the dream couldn't possibly be true, no matter how
much it felt like a memory.
He had seemed strangely to remind her of Trunks. Perhaps it was a random dream,
brought on by her close and intimate proximity to him that night.
Reminded of said proximity, she rolled slowly out of his arms, gently freeing herself from
his tight grip. She stood on the floor and watched him for a moment. She couldn't
believe that he had come for her, as if he really cared for her. He had come for her at
the time she needed him most, and rescued her from her own fear. She could have
saved herself if she had been able to think straight. She owed him more that she could
ever repay. What could have motivated him to go to all that trouble for her? No-one had
lifted a finger to help her in any way in lifetimes! And how had he known that she
needed him? Whatever the reason she owed him sincere thanks when he woke up. She
shivered with the early morning cold. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, she just
wanted to crawl back into his arms and let the rest of the world fade away.
She wouldn't though. She had lived this long, and she would just have to find something
else to live for now. She was determined to survive almost out of shear stubbornness.
Besides, he probably didn't want to be waking up with her clinging onto him. He had
saved her. The least she could do is leave him in peace.
She shivered again and looked around. Trunks' jacket lay on the floor. She remembered
having it wrapped around her the night before. It must have fallen off. She picked it up
and pulled it on, wondering what she should do now. She presumed she was in Trunks'
house, but she couldn't just go wandering around uninvited.
Before she had a chance to think however, the door opened a crack and a head popped
around the side. Lysandria recognized her as Bulma, Trunks' mother. Her heart skipped
a beat as she tried frantically to come up with a reason for being there when she didn't
even understand it herself, but instead of shock or anger, a smile materialized on
Bulma's face.
"Good morning!" she said happily. "I thought you might be waking up about now. I
thought I'd help you find some clothes and show you where the bathroom is n case
you'd like a shower. I hear you had a rough night." She smiled sympathetically. "Don't
worry, we'll help sort it out, but for now, lets find you something to wear."
Lysandria watched in confusion as Bulma stepped in and rooted through Trunks'
wardrobe. How did Bulma know she was here or why? She shrugged and decided
Trunks must have told her at some point, and she was incredibly grateful that Bulma
was being so nice to her. She needed nice at the moment.
In record time Bulma had equipped her with a pair of Trunks' jeans and a belt to keep
them up as they were much too big for her. She was also handed one of Younger
Trunks' t-shirts, which would fit her easily as a baby-t. Bulma added some underwear to
the pile and showed Lysandria the bathroom and towels. Telling her to come straight
down for breakfast when she was finished, she shut the door and left Lysandria in
peace.
Lysandria blinked at the closed door. Bulma was so nice to her! In an abrupt but
motherly fashion she had taken care of everything Lysandria had needed. It was
lifetimes since anyone had taken care of her like that, and the idea that Bulma liked her
enough to welcome her like that was reassuring.
She took off the jacket and hung it up, then pulled off her own torn clothes with disgust.
Their state reminded her too much of the night before, and she flung them into the
corner violently. Then she turned on the shower and eased herself under the hot spray.
She felt dirty after her guardian's touch, and simply wanted the water to wash away the
feel of his hands on her skin.
Shuddering at the memory, she shut her eyes and cleared her mind, luxuriating instead
in the feel of the water on her shoulders.
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Trunks awoke with a feeling of emptiness. Something was missing. Confused, he
tightened his arms only to find that they were empty. He sat bolt upright with a start.
Lysandria was gone! He covered his face with his hands and flopped back in the bed. He
must have imagined it! Bitter disappointment flooded his mind.
Then he became aware of the shouting and laughter outside the window that had
woken him, and pulled back the curtain to see what was going on. He had to rub his
eyes several times before he believed them.
On the vast lawn outside, Gohan, Goten, Little Trunks and Lysandria were laughing
while they appeared to be trying to teach her to fly. She was wobbling several feet
above the floor when Goten bowled into her, knocking them both to the floor in fits of
giggles. Gohan was above them in the air laughing and Little Trunks was sneaking up on
him. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely.
Her arrival hadn't been a dream! The thought of dreams brought it crashing back to him
that he had dreamed his dream that night. But there had been more to it. He had held
the girl who had haunted his sleep for weeks in his arms and promised her that he
would return to her. He couldn't find it in himself to shrug it off that while dreaming of
holding her, his own arms had been wrapped protectively around the girl who reminded
him of her so much.
Relieved that she was safe, he hurried to get dressed and rushed downstairs.
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Bulma was sitting in the living room when her eldest son speed down the stairs. She
beckoned him in as he passed, and he stooped his dash for the front door reluctantly.
"Relax trunks, she's fine for a few minutes. The boys have been taking care of her for
almost an hour while you slept! A few more minutes won't hurt. I just want to know
what happened last night!"
Trunks sighed knowing that she did deserve an explanation as to why he had arrived
home in the middle of the night with a semi-naked girl in his arms. "Lysandria is kind of
like the Sailor Scouts." He started, deciding that he might as well give the full story.
"Gohan and I saw her power-up the other night and I decided to ask her about it. But
while I was talking to her, Gohan was passing her house and he over heard her
guardians talking. From what he could tell, they've been spending her inheritance for
years and she doesn't even realize the money's hers. They've been trying to drive her to
SUICIDE so that they would own it themselves!" Trunks' voice became more angry and
agitated as he spoke.
"Her foster father was planning to RAPE her!" His eyes flashed in fury. "Gohan rushed to
warn her but she was already gone. I followed her to stop him while Gohan came here.
There were some guys trying to kill me here and Gohan was to stop them. I went to her
home on time to stop her guardian and brought her here. I think I broke the guy's spine
in the process though. I kicked him a little too hard." Trunks didn't look very regretful.
He added almost as an after thought, "And I won't let her go back there."
Bulma shook her head, saying that no one would force her to go back and she could
stay with them as long as she wanted. At the same time Vegeta, who was sitting behind
her watching TV announced to no one n particular that she was no warrior if she had
needed Trunks' help.
Bulma shook her head at her husband's pig-headedness, and looked back at her son. He
was fidgeting with impatience to get out of the room. "Ok Trunks you can go.
Lysandria's outside with Gohan, Goten and Trunks. She seemed quite upset when she
came downstairs earlier so I sent them out to cheer her up. They seem to have found a
rather unusual way to do it. She's been having flying lessons all morning. It seems to be
working though! Go on out and join them. Goku and Chichi are coming over later so
maybe if your friend feel up to it she could tell us who she is herself then."
Trunks spared enough time to nod before running out of the room and out the front
door.
Bulma shook her head at her departing son's back. It was so obvious he was crazy
about the girl, but when would he realize himself that he was in love?
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"I'm late!! Not again not again I can't believe it!" Serena muttered as she dashed
towards the park. She had received a message earlier that day that the Inner Senshi
was to meet with Setsuna at the park. Lita and Rei said they wanted to know if she
knew anything about the girl they had met the night before. In her usual clumsy
manner, Serena stumbled on a rock dashing through the park, and stumped, landing
head over heals on the ground by the lake. The rest of the scouts rolled their eyes.
Rei was about to lash into their princess for being so typically late, when Lita spoke. "Ok
so Serena's finally here we can ask." She looked questioningly at Setsuna who looked at
her curiously and promised to do her best to answer. Lita explained the meeting of the
might before, describing the girl and her claims in detain, and sat back against a tree
while Setsuna thought.
When she finally did answer, she spoke quietly and calmly, with a hint of sadness. "I
know you have not fully recovered your memories of the Moon Kingdom, but I had
thought you remembered Lysandria. I'm sorry. If I had known I would have reminded
you."
She paused, and there was a moment of silence as the Scouts digested her words.
Darien shook his head as Mina asked what was on everyone's mind. "You mean she's
really from the Moon Kingdom? Was she telling us the truth?" Mina sounded horrified
that they could have misjudged her so much.
Setsuna sighed. "Perhaps I should begin at the beginning. It all started after Prince
Darien was born…"
The Scouts and Darien settled down on the grass to listen, knowing that they had quite
possibly made a terrible mistake.
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Lysandria was in the air again when Trunks emerged from the house. She seemed to be
slowly getting the hang of being mid air, but seemed to be having difficulties that
Trunks didn't understand. He walked up beside her and said simply "Good Morning."
The effect was comical. She shrieked in surprise, lost her concentration, and began to
fall Only Trunks' quick reflexes stopped her from hitting the ground hard, and instead
she landed in his outstretched arms.
She blushed in embarrassment and he grinned at her. "A little jumpy this morning are
we?" He was about to let her down, when he was tackled by the combined might of
Gohan, Goten, and his younger self. The five tumbled to the ground in a tangle of limbs
to the sound of the three culprits laughing hysterically and Trunks promising loudly that
they were about to die, slowly and painfully.
It was a while before they got back to Lysandria's lessons. She was still having
difficulty. Finally in frustration Gohan collapsed on the grass and demanded to know
what she found so difficult. Being able to get off the ground should be the hardest part,
and was what most people couldn't do. She could do it with ease, and yet she was
having enormous difficulties once in the air.
Lysandria sat on the grass beside him, and they were joined by Trunks and the two kids.
Lysandria's face flushed as she tried to explain, more from Trunks' presence than any
reluctance to explain. She hadn't had a chance to talk to him alone, and she really
wanted to thank him for his actions the night before. "Well you see, umm… A long time
ago I had wings. Big white wings." Eyes around her widened in surprise, and she
nodded. "Really. I used to fly then, but now it's hard learning to fly a different way. I
keep trying to use my wings but they're not there and it confuses me."
Goten and Little Trunks announced loudly that it couldn't be that hard to learn, while
Gohan hurried to reassure her that it wasn't her fault and she'd get the hang of it
eventually.
Trunks however didn't move. No one noticed as he sat there with wide eyes,
remembering his dream.
**He stood in a garden, his arms wrapped around the girl from his earlier dreams. Now
that he could see her properly he noticed that she had large white wings, but for some
reason this seemed perfectly normal. She was leaning against his chest and speaking to
him. **
There was no doubt about it! It WAS Lysandria! But how? What was going on? Finally
unable to deal with the confusion any longer, he decided to find out who Lysandria
really was. She had implied the night before that there was more to know, and maybe
that would provide him with some answers. He decided that his mother was right.
Whatever it took, Lysandria would tell them who she was when the Sons came over.
Before anyone could notice his distraction, Lysandria asked something that had been
bothering her for a while. "I don't mean to be nosy or anything, but how is it that you
guys can fly?"
Before Trunks tuned into the conversation enough to stop Gohan, his friend had
promised to tell Lysandria why they could fly if she would tell why she herself was able
to learn. She agreed and Gohan launched into an explanation of Saiyajins and Aliens
and Androids.
Trunks buried his head in his hands for the second time that morning. He had wanted to
wait to make sure that Lysandria didn't protect Earth from ALL Aliens before he told her
he was half Saiyajin. Luckily Gohan was doing a good job of showing they were good
guys, but he was still nervous.
When he looked at her however she seemed fascinated, especially when he mentioned
the word Saiyajin. When Gohan finished, she was almost spellbound. "So you guys
protect the Earth too? I had been wondering who was defending it over the last few
years. I couldn't do anything then because I hadn't my full powers back yet. You gotta
tell me more about your battles. Please?" Her eyes shone. Trunks breathed a sigh of
relief.
Before Gohan could say any more, Goku and Chichi arrived, followed shortly by both
Yamcha and Krillin, who Bulma had also asked over. A few minutes later, to everyone's
surprise, and Gohan's delight, Piccolo arrived. He didn't bother explaining why he had
come, and no-one was willing to ask.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Gohan had managed to get everyone into the sitting
room, and announced that Lysandria was going to tell them about herself. Everyone had
by now heard of Trunks' strange friend, so all of a sudden, everyone was staring at
Lysandria expectantly. She flushed, unused to being the center of attention.
Luckily, Trunks' came to her rescue, and prompted her that if she was from the Moon
Kingdom, maybe she could tell them about that. He realized that there was no good
reason why she should have to tell them anything, but he had to know.
Given some direction however, Lysandria began to speak, her confidence increasing as
she did.
"I am Lysandria, daughter of the Queen of Earth, half sister to Prince Darien, and twin
sister to Prince --------. My father ------- was cousin to the prince of the..." she paused
dramatically and grinned in anticipation. "Saiyajins."
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TBC!!
Ok I know it's short, I know there' no action And I know I didn't fulfill my promise about
explaining her history, but as you can see, it's coming! Sorry about all the boring
background detail, but there was plenty action in the last 2 chapters and I'm sure you'll
agree that most of what's here was fairly important if not very interesting.
Anyways sorry also for the delay. Just started College and I thought College = Free
time! How wrong I was. Anyway I settling in now so hopefully chapters will be more
frequent.
Thanks again for all your encouragement guys! Sorry if this chapter was a bit of a
disappointment, but I promise to make up for it next time. **grins at the revelations to
come**
As always comments and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism welcome. Along withy any
suggestions anyone would like to make.
Bye for now!
When Trunks finally drifted to sleep, his rest was disturbed by strange dreams. Holding
Lysandria tightly in his arms, his senses filled with her scent, the sound of her breathing,
the feel of her hands clutching his shirt, he was brought back to another time, and
another place, a memory of people he had never met and places he had never been. It
was very like the dream he had had before, but tonight, perhaps influenced by the
presence of the girl in his arms, there was more.
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He stood in a garden, his arms wrapped around the girl from his earlier dreams. Now
that he could see her properly he noticed that she had large white wings, but for some
reason this seemed perfectly normal. She was leaning against his chest and speaking to
him.
"Do you have to go? Couldn't you just send a messenger? Or could I go with you?" She
sounded so lonely one would think he had left already. He shook his head.
"No. I must go to Vegesai to witness my brother's coronation. He will take the throne
now that my father is dead. As soon as the ceremony is over, I will return, and then…"
he grinned "We can get married."
She smiled up at him. "But why can't I go with you?"
"I don't want you there. It's a dangerous place, and I wouldn't leave you out of my sight
for a second."
She grinned at him mischievously. "Would that be so bad? Anyway I can take care of
myself. Don't you trust ANYONE around me?"
He shook his head again. "I trust one person. Your twin and my best friend. No one
else. Don't worry. I'll only be a few days. A week at the most. You won't notice I'm
gone!"
Glaring, she punched him playfully. "Liar! I will to notice!"
He caught her arm mid-swing and used his other hand to capture her face so he could
steal one, last passionate kiss, invading her mouth almost as if he wanted to take
something to remember her by while away, her taste, her feel, her touch.
Finally he let her go, and walked out of the gardens, heading for his space capsule.
Before he vanished from her sight, he looked back once more. She was standing
breathless and smiling among the colourful life of the garden she loved. That was the
last time he saw her. He rounded the corner and walked slowly to his capsule.
There was a sense of time passing and then the dream returned to its usual
sequence. He leaned forward in the space capsule, eager the first glimpse of Earth.
After all, now it was supposed to be his new home. And his bride-to-be would be waiting
for him. He had been gone longer than he had expected, and he missed her more than
he had thought possible. But as his capsule approached the planet, he felt an enormous
battle taking place around it. The ki being thrown back and forth seemed so thick one
could touch it. Fury took hold. Someone was trying to destroy HIS planet and HIS girl!
She was in danger! He had to stop them! He gathered all the energy he could muster
and projected it towards the battle as hard as he could, forcing everything he had to
join the stream of light that was attempting to throw back the darkness.
Something felt him. A counter-attack raced towards him. He tried to pull his
energy back to block it but he was over extended. Panic rise up within him. There was
nothing he could do. The blaze of ki hit his capsule with the force of a several suns. He
felt a searing agony burn through him and screamed out.
Suddenly through the pain he saw in his mind the image his betrothed, who
reached out to him and touched him, with an expression of anguish. "I'm so sorry… We
will meet again. I promise. I love you." With one last burst of pain, all feeling vanished,
and he knew no more. Out in the vastness of space, a capsule drifted aimlessly, and
lifelessly.
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Lysandria drifted into wakefulness; aware at first only that she was somewhere warm,
comfortable and safe. Gradually she became aware of more. She was holding
something. It was material. Following it lazily with her fingers she discovered it was
someone's shirt. Someone's shirt? She came fully awake rather abruptly with the shock,
and realized that she was curled up in someone's arms. Strong muscular and gentle
arms that she immediately recognized as belonging to Trunks.
Trunks? She was in bed with Trunks? What?? Bits and pieces of the events of the night
before drifted back to her. The scouts had rejected her and wanted her gone from the
country. Her foster father had attacked her. She hid her head in Trunks' chest in
despair.
What would she do now? She couldn't return to her new home. She couldn't return to
her foster parents ever again. She was alone in the world with nothing to her name. She
had experienced that in several previous lives and it wasn't something she wanted to
relive. The one thing that had kept her going all through the long centuries had been
ripped from her the night before when the Scouts had treated her as an enemy, and her
brother had renounced her.
And to top it off, she had had the strangest dreams that night of being in a garden, in
her first life, bidding farewell to her fiancée. It had seemed like a memory, but she had
never had a fiancée, ever. So how could it be? The deep feelings the dream had evoked
were foreign to her. She wondered if this was what it would feel like to love someone.
She wished she could, but knew the dream couldn't possibly be true, no matter how
much it felt like a memory.
He had seemed strangely to remind her of Trunks. Perhaps it was a random dream,
brought on by her close and intimate proximity to him that night.
Reminded of said proximity, she rolled slowly out of his arms, gently freeing herself from
his tight grip. She stood on the floor and watched him for a moment. She couldn't
believe that he had come for her, as if he really cared for her. He had come for her at
the time she needed him most, and rescued her from her own fear. She could have
saved herself if she had been able to think straight. She owed him more that she could
ever repay. What could have motivated him to go to all that trouble for her? No-one had
lifted a finger to help her in any way in lifetimes! And how had he known that she
needed him? Whatever the reason she owed him sincere thanks when he woke up. She
shivered with the early morning cold. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, she just
wanted to crawl back into his arms and let the rest of the world fade away.
She wouldn't though. She had lived this long, and she would just have to find something
else to live for now. She was determined to survive almost out of shear stubbornness.
Besides, he probably didn't want to be waking up with her clinging onto him. He had
saved her. The least she could do is leave him in peace.
She shivered again and looked around. Trunks' jacket lay on the floor. She remembered
having it wrapped around her the night before. It must have fallen off. She picked it up
and pulled it on, wondering what she should do now. She presumed she was in Trunks'
house, but she couldn't just go wandering around uninvited.
Before she had a chance to think however, the door opened a crack and a head popped
around the side. Lysandria recognized her as Bulma, Trunks' mother. Her heart skipped
a beat as she tried frantically to come up with a reason for being there when she didn't
even understand it herself, but instead of shock or anger, a smile materialized on
Bulma's face.
"Good morning!" she said happily. "I thought you might be waking up about now. I
thought I'd help you find some clothes and show you where the bathroom is n case
you'd like a shower. I hear you had a rough night." She smiled sympathetically. "Don't
worry, we'll help sort it out, but for now, lets find you something to wear."
Lysandria watched in confusion as Bulma stepped in and rooted through Trunks'
wardrobe. How did Bulma know she was here or why? She shrugged and decided
Trunks must have told her at some point, and she was incredibly grateful that Bulma
was being so nice to her. She needed nice at the moment.
In record time Bulma had equipped her with a pair of Trunks' jeans and a belt to keep
them up as they were much too big for her. She was also handed one of Younger
Trunks' t-shirts, which would fit her easily as a baby-t. Bulma added some underwear to
the pile and showed Lysandria the bathroom and towels. Telling her to come straight
down for breakfast when she was finished, she shut the door and left Lysandria in
peace.
Lysandria blinked at the closed door. Bulma was so nice to her! In an abrupt but
motherly fashion she had taken care of everything Lysandria had needed. It was
lifetimes since anyone had taken care of her like that, and the idea that Bulma liked her
enough to welcome her like that was reassuring.
She took off the jacket and hung it up, then pulled off her own torn clothes with disgust.
Their state reminded her too much of the night before, and she flung them into the
corner violently. Then she turned on the shower and eased herself under the hot spray.
She felt dirty after her guardian's touch, and simply wanted the water to wash away the
feel of his hands on her skin.
Shuddering at the memory, she shut her eyes and cleared her mind, luxuriating instead
in the feel of the water on her shoulders.
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Trunks awoke with a feeling of emptiness. Something was missing. Confused, he
tightened his arms only to find that they were empty. He sat bolt upright with a start.
Lysandria was gone! He covered his face with his hands and flopped back in the bed. He
must have imagined it! Bitter disappointment flooded his mind.
Then he became aware of the shouting and laughter outside the window that had
woken him, and pulled back the curtain to see what was going on. He had to rub his
eyes several times before he believed them.
On the vast lawn outside, Gohan, Goten, Little Trunks and Lysandria were laughing
while they appeared to be trying to teach her to fly. She was wobbling several feet
above the floor when Goten bowled into her, knocking them both to the floor in fits of
giggles. Gohan was above them in the air laughing and Little Trunks was sneaking up on
him. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely.
Her arrival hadn't been a dream! The thought of dreams brought it crashing back to him
that he had dreamed his dream that night. But there had been more to it. He had held
the girl who had haunted his sleep for weeks in his arms and promised her that he
would return to her. He couldn't find it in himself to shrug it off that while dreaming of
holding her, his own arms had been wrapped protectively around the girl who reminded
him of her so much.
Relieved that she was safe, he hurried to get dressed and rushed downstairs.
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Bulma was sitting in the living room when her eldest son speed down the stairs. She
beckoned him in as he passed, and he stooped his dash for the front door reluctantly.
"Relax trunks, she's fine for a few minutes. The boys have been taking care of her for
almost an hour while you slept! A few more minutes won't hurt. I just want to know
what happened last night!"
Trunks sighed knowing that she did deserve an explanation as to why he had arrived
home in the middle of the night with a semi-naked girl in his arms. "Lysandria is kind of
like the Sailor Scouts." He started, deciding that he might as well give the full story.
"Gohan and I saw her power-up the other night and I decided to ask her about it. But
while I was talking to her, Gohan was passing her house and he over heard her
guardians talking. From what he could tell, they've been spending her inheritance for
years and she doesn't even realize the money's hers. They've been trying to drive her to
SUICIDE so that they would own it themselves!" Trunks' voice became more angry and
agitated as he spoke.
"Her foster father was planning to RAPE her!" His eyes flashed in fury. "Gohan rushed to
warn her but she was already gone. I followed her to stop him while Gohan came here.
There were some guys trying to kill me here and Gohan was to stop them. I went to her
home on time to stop her guardian and brought her here. I think I broke the guy's spine
in the process though. I kicked him a little too hard." Trunks didn't look very regretful.
He added almost as an after thought, "And I won't let her go back there."
Bulma shook her head, saying that no one would force her to go back and she could
stay with them as long as she wanted. At the same time Vegeta, who was sitting behind
her watching TV announced to no one n particular that she was no warrior if she had
needed Trunks' help.
Bulma shook her head at her husband's pig-headedness, and looked back at her son. He
was fidgeting with impatience to get out of the room. "Ok Trunks you can go.
Lysandria's outside with Gohan, Goten and Trunks. She seemed quite upset when she
came downstairs earlier so I sent them out to cheer her up. They seem to have found a
rather unusual way to do it. She's been having flying lessons all morning. It seems to be
working though! Go on out and join them. Goku and Chichi are coming over later so
maybe if your friend feel up to it she could tell us who she is herself then."
Trunks spared enough time to nod before running out of the room and out the front
door.
Bulma shook her head at her departing son's back. It was so obvious he was crazy
about the girl, but when would he realize himself that he was in love?
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"I'm late!! Not again not again I can't believe it!" Serena muttered as she dashed
towards the park. She had received a message earlier that day that the Inner Senshi
was to meet with Setsuna at the park. Lita and Rei said they wanted to know if she
knew anything about the girl they had met the night before. In her usual clumsy
manner, Serena stumbled on a rock dashing through the park, and stumped, landing
head over heals on the ground by the lake. The rest of the scouts rolled their eyes.
Rei was about to lash into their princess for being so typically late, when Lita spoke. "Ok
so Serena's finally here we can ask." She looked questioningly at Setsuna who looked at
her curiously and promised to do her best to answer. Lita explained the meeting of the
might before, describing the girl and her claims in detain, and sat back against a tree
while Setsuna thought.
When she finally did answer, she spoke quietly and calmly, with a hint of sadness. "I
know you have not fully recovered your memories of the Moon Kingdom, but I had
thought you remembered Lysandria. I'm sorry. If I had known I would have reminded
you."
She paused, and there was a moment of silence as the Scouts digested her words.
Darien shook his head as Mina asked what was on everyone's mind. "You mean she's
really from the Moon Kingdom? Was she telling us the truth?" Mina sounded horrified
that they could have misjudged her so much.
Setsuna sighed. "Perhaps I should begin at the beginning. It all started after Prince
Darien was born…"
The Scouts and Darien settled down on the grass to listen, knowing that they had quite
possibly made a terrible mistake.
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Lysandria was in the air again when Trunks emerged from the house. She seemed to be
slowly getting the hang of being mid air, but seemed to be having difficulties that
Trunks didn't understand. He walked up beside her and said simply "Good Morning."
The effect was comical. She shrieked in surprise, lost her concentration, and began to
fall Only Trunks' quick reflexes stopped her from hitting the ground hard, and instead
she landed in his outstretched arms.
She blushed in embarrassment and he grinned at her. "A little jumpy this morning are
we?" He was about to let her down, when he was tackled by the combined might of
Gohan, Goten, and his younger self. The five tumbled to the ground in a tangle of limbs
to the sound of the three culprits laughing hysterically and Trunks promising loudly that
they were about to die, slowly and painfully.
It was a while before they got back to Lysandria's lessons. She was still having
difficulty. Finally in frustration Gohan collapsed on the grass and demanded to know
what she found so difficult. Being able to get off the ground should be the hardest part,
and was what most people couldn't do. She could do it with ease, and yet she was
having enormous difficulties once in the air.
Lysandria sat on the grass beside him, and they were joined by Trunks and the two kids.
Lysandria's face flushed as she tried to explain, more from Trunks' presence than any
reluctance to explain. She hadn't had a chance to talk to him alone, and she really
wanted to thank him for his actions the night before. "Well you see, umm… A long time
ago I had wings. Big white wings." Eyes around her widened in surprise, and she
nodded. "Really. I used to fly then, but now it's hard learning to fly a different way. I
keep trying to use my wings but they're not there and it confuses me."
Goten and Little Trunks announced loudly that it couldn't be that hard to learn, while
Gohan hurried to reassure her that it wasn't her fault and she'd get the hang of it
eventually.
Trunks however didn't move. No one noticed as he sat there with wide eyes,
remembering his dream.
**He stood in a garden, his arms wrapped around the girl from his earlier dreams. Now
that he could see her properly he noticed that she had large white wings, but for some
reason this seemed perfectly normal. She was leaning against his chest and speaking to
him. **
There was no doubt about it! It WAS Lysandria! But how? What was going on? Finally
unable to deal with the confusion any longer, he decided to find out who Lysandria
really was. She had implied the night before that there was more to know, and maybe
that would provide him with some answers. He decided that his mother was right.
Whatever it took, Lysandria would tell them who she was when the Sons came over.
Before anyone could notice his distraction, Lysandria asked something that had been
bothering her for a while. "I don't mean to be nosy or anything, but how is it that you
guys can fly?"
Before Trunks tuned into the conversation enough to stop Gohan, his friend had
promised to tell Lysandria why they could fly if she would tell why she herself was able
to learn. She agreed and Gohan launched into an explanation of Saiyajins and Aliens
and Androids.
Trunks buried his head in his hands for the second time that morning. He had wanted to
wait to make sure that Lysandria didn't protect Earth from ALL Aliens before he told her
he was half Saiyajin. Luckily Gohan was doing a good job of showing they were good
guys, but he was still nervous.
When he looked at her however she seemed fascinated, especially when he mentioned
the word Saiyajin. When Gohan finished, she was almost spellbound. "So you guys
protect the Earth too? I had been wondering who was defending it over the last few
years. I couldn't do anything then because I hadn't my full powers back yet. You gotta
tell me more about your battles. Please?" Her eyes shone. Trunks breathed a sigh of
relief.
Before Gohan could say any more, Goku and Chichi arrived, followed shortly by both
Yamcha and Krillin, who Bulma had also asked over. A few minutes later, to everyone's
surprise, and Gohan's delight, Piccolo arrived. He didn't bother explaining why he had
come, and no-one was willing to ask.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Gohan had managed to get everyone into the sitting
room, and announced that Lysandria was going to tell them about herself. Everyone had
by now heard of Trunks' strange friend, so all of a sudden, everyone was staring at
Lysandria expectantly. She flushed, unused to being the center of attention.
Luckily, Trunks' came to her rescue, and prompted her that if she was from the Moon
Kingdom, maybe she could tell them about that. He realized that there was no good
reason why she should have to tell them anything, but he had to know.
Given some direction however, Lysandria began to speak, her confidence increasing as
she did.
"I am Lysandria, daughter of the Queen of Earth, half sister to Prince Darien, and twin
sister to Prince --------. My father ------- was cousin to the prince of the..." she paused
dramatically and grinned in anticipation. "Saiyajins."
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TBC!!
Ok I know it's short, I know there' no action And I know I didn't fulfill my promise about
explaining her history, but as you can see, it's coming! Sorry about all the boring
background detail, but there was plenty action in the last 2 chapters and I'm sure you'll
agree that most of what's here was fairly important if not very interesting.
Anyways sorry also for the delay. Just started College and I thought College = Free
time! How wrong I was. Anyway I settling in now so hopefully chapters will be more
frequent.
Thanks again for all your encouragement guys! Sorry if this chapter was a bit of a
disappointment, but I promise to make up for it next time. **grins at the revelations to
come**
As always comments and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism welcome. Along withy any
suggestions anyone would like to make.
Bye for now!