Author's note: Ok, I won't bore you long, just a second honest! Ok, hi! My
name's Calisto, but you can call me Cal for short. I got the idea for this
fic when I fell asleep singing 'Through her eyes' by Dream Theater over and
over in my head. Depressing I know. Anyway, I am still trying to sort out
the plot of this fan fic in my head. I know it's really short so far and
all, but the chapters WILL get longer I SWEAR! Any suggestions, review them
too me. ON WITH THE FIC!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ I swear. It's owned by Akira Toriyama (God) and FUNimation (Satan) that being in the sense of Gods of course ahehe.
A shadow moved. Trunks' breath caught in his throat as he quickly turned to the movement, but his gaze met only darkness. Yet he sensed them. Felt their power envelope him with maddening hatred and anger. Anger only they could generate in him. He felt it rising from the pits of his soul, edging to the surface slowly, but surely.
Suddenly, he was struck hard in the back and flew a few feet away into a wall, invisible in the darkness. Pain surged through Trunks as he struggled to his hands and knees. Regardless of his vigorous training and almost impossibly huge teenage muscles, Trunks felt drained of all his energy. He hardly had enough energy to turn his head to his attackers, much less defend himself if they struck again.
It was, indeed, them. The duo who had destroyed all he held dear. His father, his friends, and his master. Rage coursed through his veins like fire.
"Look 17. It's that kid again." A young woman stood beside a man, almost identical to her, save the hair color.
"What do you say we finish him off this time 18? His antics are beginning to bore me." With that, 17 lifted his finger and pointed it at the helpless teenager. Trunks' eyes widened in fear and he cried out as a large powerful beam struck him in his back and he collapsed to the floor.
Trunks shook madly and he jolted upright in his bed. He was breathing hard, and looking around, trying to get a hold of his surroundings. Beads of sweat were rolling down his face and had settled on his lip. His mouth and throat were dry and he needed a drink. As Trunks realised that he was in his room, he sighed deeply, and flopped back onto his bed. What was going on? Why wouldn't they stay out of his dreams? It had been two years since he had beaten the androids, yet they still plagued him in, and out of his dreams. They were there, in the back of his mind when he was training. And they always brought back the same anger, the same hatred as the day when he had found his best friend and master dead on the ground of a demolished city.
Trunks placed his hand to his head and sighed. He had supposed long ago that they would not leave him, that they would always be there, unless he could find some form of closure. Any kind of closure. Grunting, he sat up, rubbing his eyes. Shocked, he took his hand away from his face and held it before him, staring at how it shook. He smiled the tiniest bit. He was still affected by his dream, he supposed as he swung his feet over the side of his bed and placed them on the fuzzy carpeting of his large bedroom floor. His head pounding with the force of his head-ache, he stumbled out of his bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Flicking on the light switch that immediately illuminated the small room, he took one glance at his reflection and regretted his actions. His periwinkle hair was a mess and large dark bags hung lazily under his eyes. Trunks sighed. His lack of sleep was, in the most part, at the fault of the androids. 'I thought they would leave me if I killed them, gotten revenge for Gohan's death. How wrong I was. All I got was sleepless nights and countless hours of deep thought.'He moaned. 'I could have gotten that before I killed them.'Feeling the pasty, dry taste in his mouth and throat, and the pounding of his head-ache, Trunks remembered his purpose. He grabbed an empty cup off the counter top and filled it with water from the sink. Popping a few pills in his mouth he swallowed them with a drink of water.
Moments later found Trunks flopping in his bed again, struggling to get comfortable. His cold sweat was gone leaving his forehead slightly damp. His shakiness remained, but not enough to bother him too much. 'Maybe now I can get some sleep'. He shuddered. Oh how he wished for a deep dreamless sleep where the androids retreated to leave him hours of depression-less slumber... "Ha!" he laughed. "That'll be the day." With that, he turned over once and fell into the deep, dark, chasms of his memories, catching whatever sleep he could before the androids haunted him again.
Author's Note: So yea, there it is. You want more, review and I'll write more. Simple as that. Tah tah!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ I swear. It's owned by Akira Toriyama (God) and FUNimation (Satan) that being in the sense of Gods of course ahehe.
A shadow moved. Trunks' breath caught in his throat as he quickly turned to the movement, but his gaze met only darkness. Yet he sensed them. Felt their power envelope him with maddening hatred and anger. Anger only they could generate in him. He felt it rising from the pits of his soul, edging to the surface slowly, but surely.
Suddenly, he was struck hard in the back and flew a few feet away into a wall, invisible in the darkness. Pain surged through Trunks as he struggled to his hands and knees. Regardless of his vigorous training and almost impossibly huge teenage muscles, Trunks felt drained of all his energy. He hardly had enough energy to turn his head to his attackers, much less defend himself if they struck again.
It was, indeed, them. The duo who had destroyed all he held dear. His father, his friends, and his master. Rage coursed through his veins like fire.
"Look 17. It's that kid again." A young woman stood beside a man, almost identical to her, save the hair color.
"What do you say we finish him off this time 18? His antics are beginning to bore me." With that, 17 lifted his finger and pointed it at the helpless teenager. Trunks' eyes widened in fear and he cried out as a large powerful beam struck him in his back and he collapsed to the floor.
Trunks shook madly and he jolted upright in his bed. He was breathing hard, and looking around, trying to get a hold of his surroundings. Beads of sweat were rolling down his face and had settled on his lip. His mouth and throat were dry and he needed a drink. As Trunks realised that he was in his room, he sighed deeply, and flopped back onto his bed. What was going on? Why wouldn't they stay out of his dreams? It had been two years since he had beaten the androids, yet they still plagued him in, and out of his dreams. They were there, in the back of his mind when he was training. And they always brought back the same anger, the same hatred as the day when he had found his best friend and master dead on the ground of a demolished city.
Trunks placed his hand to his head and sighed. He had supposed long ago that they would not leave him, that they would always be there, unless he could find some form of closure. Any kind of closure. Grunting, he sat up, rubbing his eyes. Shocked, he took his hand away from his face and held it before him, staring at how it shook. He smiled the tiniest bit. He was still affected by his dream, he supposed as he swung his feet over the side of his bed and placed them on the fuzzy carpeting of his large bedroom floor. His head pounding with the force of his head-ache, he stumbled out of his bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Flicking on the light switch that immediately illuminated the small room, he took one glance at his reflection and regretted his actions. His periwinkle hair was a mess and large dark bags hung lazily under his eyes. Trunks sighed. His lack of sleep was, in the most part, at the fault of the androids. 'I thought they would leave me if I killed them, gotten revenge for Gohan's death. How wrong I was. All I got was sleepless nights and countless hours of deep thought.'He moaned. 'I could have gotten that before I killed them.'Feeling the pasty, dry taste in his mouth and throat, and the pounding of his head-ache, Trunks remembered his purpose. He grabbed an empty cup off the counter top and filled it with water from the sink. Popping a few pills in his mouth he swallowed them with a drink of water.
Moments later found Trunks flopping in his bed again, struggling to get comfortable. His cold sweat was gone leaving his forehead slightly damp. His shakiness remained, but not enough to bother him too much. 'Maybe now I can get some sleep'. He shuddered. Oh how he wished for a deep dreamless sleep where the androids retreated to leave him hours of depression-less slumber... "Ha!" he laughed. "That'll be the day." With that, he turned over once and fell into the deep, dark, chasms of his memories, catching whatever sleep he could before the androids haunted him again.
Author's Note: So yea, there it is. You want more, review and I'll write more. Simple as that. Tah tah!
