Hey everyone! Sorry about the lateness of this chapter. I really am. I
just haven't had the time to write like I used to. But, it's ok now! You
know why? Because I wrote THIS!!
Mwahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa...........oh I'm evil. Anyways, read and
enjoy....Oh. And I'm sorry about all the bad things that happen to Trunks,
but it's supposed to symbolize him having a bad day, ok? Byes!!! Happy
reading! ^-^! Oh yes, and there is 'mild' language used in this
chapter*chuckle* so if you have ANY trouble with it, don't read any
further! Mwahaha...
Disclaimer: I wonder if they ever actually read these...No I don't own DBZ.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Shut the FUCK up!!!!!!!!!!!" Trunks shouted thrusting his arm out into the half darkness of his bedroom at his unknown foe. When he felt a crash and his fist coming in contact with something, he awoke fully, trying to open his eyes to see what he had hit. His eyes were groggy with sleep and it took a while for him to adjust them to the darkness of his room. He groaned half to himself when he saw his alarm clock, half demolished and hanging off the side of his night stand. The blinking letters on the front flashing 8:30 a.m before going completely black.
Sighing, Trunks fell back into his soft pillows, wiping at the sweat that covered his fore head. He took in deep shaky breaths as tears fell softly down his cheeks. "Why won't they leave me alone?" he asked the darkness of his room in a sorrow filled voice. His head was filled with visions of the androids and his dead friend.
Swallowing the sobs that threatened to burst forth, Trunks shook his head. He swung his bare legs over the edge of his bed and stood up. Adjusting his blue boxer shorts and his white night shirt, Trunks walked over to his bedroom window and opened the blinds. Morning light filled the room and Trunks had to squint to see out of it. The chirping of birds met his ears as he opened his window fully, letting the warm, sweet smelling morning air stream in. He breathed in deep, filling his lungs with the good, fresh air, and sat back down on his bed. Placing his head in his hands he stared down at the floor. Getting that breath of fresh air had made him feel somewhat better, and he sighed. He couldn't let these dreams affect him. Shaking his head, as if to rid himself of the painful memories, he walked to the bathroom and prepared his morning shower. He hadn't had one yesterday morning and now he felt just downright groddy.
Stepping into the warm, steaming water made him feel so good, he almost forgot about the androids. Almost. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. The blue shampoo bottle caught his eye and he squirted a large glob of the shiny white goop onto his hand. His fingers worked the soap through his silky periwinkle hair fervently, then rinsed it out thoroughly. Lathering himself up with soap, Trunks scrubbed at his body, trying to rid himself of the invisible film that he imagined had formed on his body overnight.
With that done, Trunks was left to relax. He leaned against the wet shower wall and closed his eyes, letting the warm water flow all down his front. It collected at his feet and down the drain, moving as a smooth river. The sound was soothing as it fell on Trunks' ears. With the warm water cleansing and soothing his skin, and the moist mist rising up from the water and resting peacefully on his face, Trunks sighed. Resting against the wall of the shower, he fell into a very rare blissful and peaceful sleep.
Knock Knock Knock.
Trunks awoke to gentle rapping on the bathroom door. Stretching and turning off the now cold water, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. "I coming..." he called as he scuttled across the cold tile floor to open the door.
It was his mother, all dressed and ready for work. "Hey Trunks, aren't you ready for work yet?"
Trunks' eyes widened and he swallowed hard. "W-what time is it??"
"It's 9:00....I thought you have to be at work at 9:15." Trunks answered Bulma's question by cursing.
"Fuck. Alright I'll be out in a bit mom."
"Ok. Hu-."
Slamming the door in her face, Trunks ran to the mirror. He rubbed himself all over with his fluffy white towel, drying himself hurriedly. He threw on some warm clean clothes fresh from the dryer that morning, combed his hair, brushed his teeth and tore out of the bathroom.
He zipped through the kitchen to the porch. He threw on his light coat and a hat, slipping on some shoes as he hopped towards the door. The door was wide open and the sun was shining down at his feet when he finally heard that his mother was talking to him.
"TRUNKS!!" He turned around impatiently to meet her angry eyes. "How loud do I have to yell to get your attention?"
Trunks sighed. "Sorry Mom, I'm just in a-."
"This came for you today." She thrust an envelope angrily at him and stomped past him out the door. Trunks didn't even notice. He was staring at the paper in his hand.
'...Another...' Trunks broke free from his reverie and glanced at the clock. 'Shit! I'm going to be late...' he glanced at the envelope once more, then shoved into his pocket. 'Later...'
Trunks sighed as he walked solemnly out of his boss's office. Thundering in his head, was his employer's shrill, angry shout. 'If you are late again Trunks Briefs, you're FINISHED!!! You hear me? I would make sure that you never worked at this construction company AGAIN!! You hear me, boy?' Trunks shuddered. How could he NOT? The guy was screaming his lungs out at Trunks, who was only 5 minutes late. Tipping his head up and letting the warm sun fall on his face. He opened his eyes to the morning sky, and stared up at the clouds. A few seagulls flew low, directly over him, swooping down near him every once in a while. "Now that's odd behav-,"
Plop.
Trunks' eyes widened in horror as he felt something land on his head. He slowly removed his hat and held it before him. There, on the very top of his hat, was the grossest, raunchiest, most disgusting pile of bird shit he had ever seen. Groaning, Trunks paused a moment, looking at the bird waste, then back up to the sky and the birds with a vengeance. It could have been his eyes playing tricks on him...but, he could have sworn one winked at him. Then, in a flutter of wings, the birds hurried off to the west, away from the morning sun. Shaking his head, he walked towards his supervisor to ask for a bathroom break.
"Yo Bill, can I-,"
"No."
"...come on, please? At least let me-,"
"No."
"...but you're not even li-,"
"No."
Trunks turned away in disgust. "Fine." He stomped away, muttering obscenities under his breath. As he plowed his way to his work site, trying to ignore the laughter of his fellow workers at his poop covered cap, his anger escalated. 'This is just great. First I'm threatened by my boss, shit on by birds, then my supervisor's an ass. What could possibly happen to make this any worse?"
The words had barely escaped his mouth when the corner of the envelope in his pocket jabbed his leg. He looked down at it, and furrowed his brow. Taking it out and hiding behind some two by fours, Trunks began to read the letter, curious, yet half dreading what it had to say.
Dear Trunks,
It is me again. In my darkest moments I like to write your letters, and occasionally stroke your picture. It pains me to have to keep hidden from you, but you will understand why I must when you know who I am. I have seen things Trunks. Seen you do things. Things that no human man can do. I've seen you perform the impossible, and yet, you live on, as if it never happened. Living a lie. But I know what happened Trunks. And I know what's going to happen. Your troubles are far from over.
They are looking for you Trunks. And when they find you, they will kill you. There will be no future for you unless you listen to every word I say Trunks. Obey my every written word. Only then will you survive this nightmare.
Whatever you do, do NOT go to work. Do not even leave the HOUSE. Their spies come in many shapes and forms and have been dispersed throughout the city. They have watchful eyes and quick witted thoughts. You must stay out of sight at all times, and whatever you do, don't fly. They can sense power levels. Keep your temper in check and your levels hidden.
That is all that I can tell you right now. Please trust me Trunks.
The letter and envelope dropped to the ground as Trunks stared blankly ahead of him. So far he had done everything that he could possible do, wrong. Scooping up the letter and shoving it into his pocket again, he scrambled to his feet and ran to the office, yelling that he quit. Then, he cautiously made his way home, trying his best to stay in the back alleys, and the shadows between buildings. Whenever he met someone, his eyes grew wide and he scuttled away, not knowing if they were a spy or not.
He was breathing heavily in fright and exhaustion by the time he stepped on his back porch. Trunks opened the door and stepped inside, feeling safe and secure within the familiar walls of his home. Sitting down in a chair by the table, Trunks pulled out the letter once again, and stared at it.
'Why did I do that? Why did I give up my job? Because a letter from some mysterious, love crazed girl told me to?' Trunks furrowed his brow as he stared hard at the now very rumpled paper. But he knew. It was much more than that. He couldn't explain it...but he felt that he could trust this girl, this concealed human who seemed more like a stalker than anything else.
Trunks sighed and this time folded the letter carefully, smoothing it out and putting it on the table. His eyes gazed lazily around his quiet, empty kitchen, and rested on the phone.
...Should he call his mom? It would make her worry more but...Trunks knew that he had to tell her. This was getting deep. Deeper than he felt comfortable with. He sighed and picked up the receiver, pressing it to his ear as he raised his hand to punch in the number to his mother's office at the Capsule Corp. building.
Mwahahahahahaaaaaaaa! Sorry about the whole Trunks getting shit on by a bird thing, I just had to get him to look at them more...for an unknown reason of course...heh heh...anyways, tell me what you think!! I am EAGERLY awaiting your review! And hey, tell me what you think the spies are going to be!! I want to know what you guys think and ^-^ If you are right! Mwahaha...ok, until I write another Chapter (Which should be soon because Fritz won't let me stop) Farewell!! :)
Disclaimer: I wonder if they ever actually read these...No I don't own DBZ.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Shut the FUCK up!!!!!!!!!!!" Trunks shouted thrusting his arm out into the half darkness of his bedroom at his unknown foe. When he felt a crash and his fist coming in contact with something, he awoke fully, trying to open his eyes to see what he had hit. His eyes were groggy with sleep and it took a while for him to adjust them to the darkness of his room. He groaned half to himself when he saw his alarm clock, half demolished and hanging off the side of his night stand. The blinking letters on the front flashing 8:30 a.m before going completely black.
Sighing, Trunks fell back into his soft pillows, wiping at the sweat that covered his fore head. He took in deep shaky breaths as tears fell softly down his cheeks. "Why won't they leave me alone?" he asked the darkness of his room in a sorrow filled voice. His head was filled with visions of the androids and his dead friend.
Swallowing the sobs that threatened to burst forth, Trunks shook his head. He swung his bare legs over the edge of his bed and stood up. Adjusting his blue boxer shorts and his white night shirt, Trunks walked over to his bedroom window and opened the blinds. Morning light filled the room and Trunks had to squint to see out of it. The chirping of birds met his ears as he opened his window fully, letting the warm, sweet smelling morning air stream in. He breathed in deep, filling his lungs with the good, fresh air, and sat back down on his bed. Placing his head in his hands he stared down at the floor. Getting that breath of fresh air had made him feel somewhat better, and he sighed. He couldn't let these dreams affect him. Shaking his head, as if to rid himself of the painful memories, he walked to the bathroom and prepared his morning shower. He hadn't had one yesterday morning and now he felt just downright groddy.
Stepping into the warm, steaming water made him feel so good, he almost forgot about the androids. Almost. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. The blue shampoo bottle caught his eye and he squirted a large glob of the shiny white goop onto his hand. His fingers worked the soap through his silky periwinkle hair fervently, then rinsed it out thoroughly. Lathering himself up with soap, Trunks scrubbed at his body, trying to rid himself of the invisible film that he imagined had formed on his body overnight.
With that done, Trunks was left to relax. He leaned against the wet shower wall and closed his eyes, letting the warm water flow all down his front. It collected at his feet and down the drain, moving as a smooth river. The sound was soothing as it fell on Trunks' ears. With the warm water cleansing and soothing his skin, and the moist mist rising up from the water and resting peacefully on his face, Trunks sighed. Resting against the wall of the shower, he fell into a very rare blissful and peaceful sleep.
Knock Knock Knock.
Trunks awoke to gentle rapping on the bathroom door. Stretching and turning off the now cold water, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. "I coming..." he called as he scuttled across the cold tile floor to open the door.
It was his mother, all dressed and ready for work. "Hey Trunks, aren't you ready for work yet?"
Trunks' eyes widened and he swallowed hard. "W-what time is it??"
"It's 9:00....I thought you have to be at work at 9:15." Trunks answered Bulma's question by cursing.
"Fuck. Alright I'll be out in a bit mom."
"Ok. Hu-."
Slamming the door in her face, Trunks ran to the mirror. He rubbed himself all over with his fluffy white towel, drying himself hurriedly. He threw on some warm clean clothes fresh from the dryer that morning, combed his hair, brushed his teeth and tore out of the bathroom.
He zipped through the kitchen to the porch. He threw on his light coat and a hat, slipping on some shoes as he hopped towards the door. The door was wide open and the sun was shining down at his feet when he finally heard that his mother was talking to him.
"TRUNKS!!" He turned around impatiently to meet her angry eyes. "How loud do I have to yell to get your attention?"
Trunks sighed. "Sorry Mom, I'm just in a-."
"This came for you today." She thrust an envelope angrily at him and stomped past him out the door. Trunks didn't even notice. He was staring at the paper in his hand.
'...Another...' Trunks broke free from his reverie and glanced at the clock. 'Shit! I'm going to be late...' he glanced at the envelope once more, then shoved into his pocket. 'Later...'
Trunks sighed as he walked solemnly out of his boss's office. Thundering in his head, was his employer's shrill, angry shout. 'If you are late again Trunks Briefs, you're FINISHED!!! You hear me? I would make sure that you never worked at this construction company AGAIN!! You hear me, boy?' Trunks shuddered. How could he NOT? The guy was screaming his lungs out at Trunks, who was only 5 minutes late. Tipping his head up and letting the warm sun fall on his face. He opened his eyes to the morning sky, and stared up at the clouds. A few seagulls flew low, directly over him, swooping down near him every once in a while. "Now that's odd behav-,"
Plop.
Trunks' eyes widened in horror as he felt something land on his head. He slowly removed his hat and held it before him. There, on the very top of his hat, was the grossest, raunchiest, most disgusting pile of bird shit he had ever seen. Groaning, Trunks paused a moment, looking at the bird waste, then back up to the sky and the birds with a vengeance. It could have been his eyes playing tricks on him...but, he could have sworn one winked at him. Then, in a flutter of wings, the birds hurried off to the west, away from the morning sun. Shaking his head, he walked towards his supervisor to ask for a bathroom break.
"Yo Bill, can I-,"
"No."
"...come on, please? At least let me-,"
"No."
"...but you're not even li-,"
"No."
Trunks turned away in disgust. "Fine." He stomped away, muttering obscenities under his breath. As he plowed his way to his work site, trying to ignore the laughter of his fellow workers at his poop covered cap, his anger escalated. 'This is just great. First I'm threatened by my boss, shit on by birds, then my supervisor's an ass. What could possibly happen to make this any worse?"
The words had barely escaped his mouth when the corner of the envelope in his pocket jabbed his leg. He looked down at it, and furrowed his brow. Taking it out and hiding behind some two by fours, Trunks began to read the letter, curious, yet half dreading what it had to say.
Dear Trunks,
It is me again. In my darkest moments I like to write your letters, and occasionally stroke your picture. It pains me to have to keep hidden from you, but you will understand why I must when you know who I am. I have seen things Trunks. Seen you do things. Things that no human man can do. I've seen you perform the impossible, and yet, you live on, as if it never happened. Living a lie. But I know what happened Trunks. And I know what's going to happen. Your troubles are far from over.
They are looking for you Trunks. And when they find you, they will kill you. There will be no future for you unless you listen to every word I say Trunks. Obey my every written word. Only then will you survive this nightmare.
Whatever you do, do NOT go to work. Do not even leave the HOUSE. Their spies come in many shapes and forms and have been dispersed throughout the city. They have watchful eyes and quick witted thoughts. You must stay out of sight at all times, and whatever you do, don't fly. They can sense power levels. Keep your temper in check and your levels hidden.
That is all that I can tell you right now. Please trust me Trunks.
The letter and envelope dropped to the ground as Trunks stared blankly ahead of him. So far he had done everything that he could possible do, wrong. Scooping up the letter and shoving it into his pocket again, he scrambled to his feet and ran to the office, yelling that he quit. Then, he cautiously made his way home, trying his best to stay in the back alleys, and the shadows between buildings. Whenever he met someone, his eyes grew wide and he scuttled away, not knowing if they were a spy or not.
He was breathing heavily in fright and exhaustion by the time he stepped on his back porch. Trunks opened the door and stepped inside, feeling safe and secure within the familiar walls of his home. Sitting down in a chair by the table, Trunks pulled out the letter once again, and stared at it.
'Why did I do that? Why did I give up my job? Because a letter from some mysterious, love crazed girl told me to?' Trunks furrowed his brow as he stared hard at the now very rumpled paper. But he knew. It was much more than that. He couldn't explain it...but he felt that he could trust this girl, this concealed human who seemed more like a stalker than anything else.
Trunks sighed and this time folded the letter carefully, smoothing it out and putting it on the table. His eyes gazed lazily around his quiet, empty kitchen, and rested on the phone.
...Should he call his mom? It would make her worry more but...Trunks knew that he had to tell her. This was getting deep. Deeper than he felt comfortable with. He sighed and picked up the receiver, pressing it to his ear as he raised his hand to punch in the number to his mother's office at the Capsule Corp. building.
Mwahahahahahaaaaaaaa! Sorry about the whole Trunks getting shit on by a bird thing, I just had to get him to look at them more...for an unknown reason of course...heh heh...anyways, tell me what you think!! I am EAGERLY awaiting your review! And hey, tell me what you think the spies are going to be!! I want to know what you guys think and ^-^ If you are right! Mwahaha...ok, until I write another Chapter (Which should be soon because Fritz won't let me stop) Farewell!! :)
