(Author's Note: Here is the 5th chapter to Unclaimed Closure that I worked
on while FF.net was down. I also updated my 'What if we woke up beside the
DBZ guys?' fic if any of you read that...this chapter is full of action.
It's kinda weird...but I FINALLY get to show you guys who this girl is!!
Enjoy! And if you do? Please review...)
Disclaimer: How many time do I have to say this. 'I don't own DBZ. Don't sue me.' Oh yea, and I don't own Chrono Cross either.
~This is your cemetery...your cemetery...get ready to DIE!~
Trunks shot up in the bed and yelled out. His body was caked with sweat and his soft hair clung damply to his forehead. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as he sat panting, frightened and shocked, as he always feels after dreaming of that menacing pair.
Shaking his head, Trunks ran his fingers through the silky lengths of hair on his head and wiped away some sweat from his brow. Then, he slowly brought his shaking hand in front of him. It was vibrating, echoing the fact that his nerves were shot. Taking a deep, arduous breath, Trunks swung his legs over the side of the bed and placed his head in his hands. 'I must have fell asleep.' he thought, drawing another quivering breath. He blinked his eyes quickly to prevent the flow of tears from beginning. He could feel them welling up from the core of his being, but he pushed them down, not allowing them to fall.
He staggered to his feet, rocking slightly as his head spun. He placed his hand on the dresser to steady himself and placed his other to his forehead. After the world stopped revolving, he stepped out of the warm, sunny room, into the dark hallway and peeked his head into the door next door, where his mother was resting. To his surprise and alarm, she wasn't there. Concern filled him as he stumbled down the stairs. He reached the bottom and stopped suddenly, hardly daring to breathe. His eyes grew wide as he slowly turned to the living room window. Something wasn't right.
It was darker than it should be outside. A moment ago, when he had woken up, the sun had been shining through the window in the spare room. He would have suspected a cloud, but the shadow had a sort of rippling effect to it. Being careful to keep his emotions and power level in check, Trunks inched forward towards the window. He took a deep breath, and looked out of it, looking up at the shadowed sky. What he saw, stole his breath.
Birds. There were hundreds of them. They circled his house like a swarm, a massive body moving as one. There were all kinds of birds, and it seemed they had some sort of purpose about them. Something about them scared Trunks to death. His mouth went dry as he wheeled around and tore from the living room. He ran to the kitchen, searching out his mother. He had to make sure she was ok. And there she was, staring as he was out the kitchen window at the multitudes of winged devils. She turned to Trunks and pointed at them. "Trunks, you have to see this. Birds...there's so many!" She hadn't noticed the frightened and panicked look on Trunks' face until she looked back the second time. "Trunks hun, what's wrong?"
He ran to his mother and held her firmly but gently by the arms. "Mom, I think these are the spies. The spies that the letter was talking about. They were at work today mom, and they were swarming around me. Then, as if as one, they took off to the west. Mom, I think they may have followed me home."
Bulma's eyes grew wide, and she blinked in disbelief. She opened her mouth to speak her own nameless fears as to what Trunks had just said, when suddenly, her face went a deathly pale and she fainted in his arms. "Oh no." he thought. "We have to get out of here."
Knock Knock.
The sound at the door nearly stopped his heart. He stared at the wooden door and didn't dare breathe. What if the thing at the door was another spy or, even worse, them themselves?
Suddenly, a female voice called out. "Let me in Trunks! Please. There's no time to lose!" Carefully laying his unconscious mother on the cold tile floor, he ran to the front door and flipped the latch, letting whoever it was into the house.
She bustled in without a word to Trunks and rushed to his mother's side, dark black cloak flowing around her. Trunks didn't need words to know that she was the one who had been sending him these letters all this time. Almost as tall as Trunks himself, she stood about 5'10" from the ground. The only other feature visible to Trunks was the long curly red strands of hair that eluded the sheltered protection of her hood. Circling his mother quickly, she knelt down to her. "She will have to be carried."
Suddenly, a shrill screech erupted from outside the building. It shook the house like a miniature earthquake and was so loud that Trunks had to cover his ears. He turned to the girl and shouted to her above the noise. "What is that?"
"The birds! They're calling them...we have to hurry!!" Trunks stopped and stared at the girl who finally looked back at him. From underneath the cloak, he could make out two round amber eyes. They were a beautiful hue, and seemed to shine with their own brilliance as they bored into Trunks. "Come on!" She shouted once more to him, breaking the trance her eyes had lured him into. "There isn't much time before they get here!!"
Trunks nodded and scooped his mother up in his arms. Without another word, they crept out a back door. The sky above was shrouded with protective trees that helped cover their escape. "This way." The girl shouted and led the way through the trees. She led him in a little ways, then stopped. Brushing away some dirt and a few leaves, she revealed a trap door in the earth. She lifted the lid easily, revealing a dirt ramp and a dark, musty smelling tunnel. She was about to enter, when the cries got louder. Amber eyes sought his. "They're here." She said, staring into his eyes. Then, she pushed him into the tunnel, rushing in behind them. Once inside she leaned in close to Trunks' ear and whispered to him in a hushed and hurried tone. "This tunnel leads about two miles away from here. It's a straight tunnel and carefully made. Run until I say stop. And for God's sake, keep your power level low. Go. Now! "
Trunks gasped and clutched his mother to him tightly. Then, silently, they sped away into the dark depths of the dirt channel, leaving behind the angry cries emitting from the throats of a hundred feathered fiends.
"Where is he? I just don't get it. I can't sense him anywhere."
"How the hell should I know?"
"Oh this just makes me SOOO mad. I was hoping for some action!"
Two figures floated in the air above Capsule Corp. One female, the other, male. Both pairs of eyes searched the landscape.
The girl groaned. "Well where could he have gone?"
A growl escaped the pursed lips of the man. "I told you. I don't know. Why do you keep asking me for?"
"There's no one else here to ask." A sigh came from the female of the two figures. There was a short silence.
"This was just a waste of our time."
"Yea. And I wanted to go shopping too."
"This was all the birds' fault."
"Totally. Let's make them pay for ruining our afternoon shall we?"
The man smirked. "Deal." He chuckled. "You want to do the honors?"
"Fine by me." the female said, smiling. She powered up for a short second, then the air was filled with an exploding force. It ranged for miles, destroying everything in it's path. The air crackled with powerful electricity. When it was over, the woman was left floating there above the rubble and ashes that once was Capsule Corp, panting slightly and smiling. "Well done." said the voice from behind as he crossed his arms across his chest.
The woman brought her hand up and tucked her straight, almost shoulder length blonde hair behind her ear. "Thanks." she said in a monotonous tone and looked around her. Chuckling, she looked at the man. "Barbecue..."
The man smirked and nodded, then turned. "Let's go home." Without a glance back, the two beings tore into the sky, piercing it as they flew into the sun.
It seemed hours that they were running. Trunks, who was trying to keep his power level low, wasn't able to run as fast as he was capable, and he didn't want to leave the girl behind. Finally though, she told him to stop. She pressed herself against the wall of the tunnel and began panting. Trying to gain control of her breathing, she gasped in air and held it for as long as she could, then let it out, breathing in slowly, and holding it for longer. There was a deep silence while she steadied her breathing.
It was Trunks who broke the stillness. "W...what's your name?"
The question brought those brilliant, deep amber eyes up to meet his. She was silent, then she opened her mouth as if to speak, then closed it as if deciding not to tell.
Trunks furrowed his brow as her eyes were cast downward. He was about to say something, when she interrupted him. "Kid." She faced him again, staring deep into his eyes. "My name is Kid."
'Kid. Hmm...' Trunks lowered his eyes. "...Kid. Very...original..."
"Yea well...my dad is kind of lacking when it comes to imagination." Kid laughed at her joke, and turned to Trunks. "Well...it's getting kind of uncomfortable in here...and your mom looks like she's going to be waking up soon..." She gestured to Bulma's arm that had recently begun twitching slightly. Looking back up at Trunks, she said in her smooth voice, "How about we find someplace to camp for the night?"
Trunks smiled. "Sounds good to me...Kid..."
Kid smiled at him and led the way out of the tunnel and into the open world. As they were running, the golden sun had silently slipped behind the trees, leaving beautiful colors in it's wake that etched the sky in a magnificent masterpiece. The birds were silenced, the wind was calm...such a calming, peaceful silence enveloped him, that Trunks actually felt a bit tired. Kid led him through the tall trees into a small clearing. There, in front of them, was the foot of a small mountain.
"We'll make camp there." she said, pointing to a little hollowed out place in the side of the mountain. Trunks nodded, and, as she gathered a log and some kindling for a fire, he made a bed for his mother of dry leaves and pine needles. Gently lying her in it, he looked at her. 'Mom...' he thought. 'I wish...I wish I hadn't drug you into this...'
Suddenly, Bulma began to move. Her head tossed from side to side, and her eyes slowly fluttered open, her long eyelashes flittering. "T...Trunks?" she asked, as her eyes focussed and she recognised the face of her only son.
Trunks took her hand in his. And smiled. "Hey..." He said.
Bulma's eyes looked around and suddenly, she sat bolt upright. "Where are we Trunks?" Her eyes caught Kid who was making the fire and she turned. "And who is that?"
Trunks took one hand and placed it on her shoulder reassuringly, his other still gently holding hers. "Mom...that's Kid. She saved us."
Kid, hearing her name, turned to them and nodded at Bulma. "Hi."
"...Hi..." Bulma answered in bewilderment, then turned to Trunks again. "I don't understand Trunks? How exactly did she save us? And from what?"
Trunks and Kid's eyes locked. Then, Trunks looked back at his mother. "Long story."
"So...what your saying is...those birds?"
"Spies." Trunks answered.
"They were following Trunks. Keeping an eye on him I guess you could put it." Kid explained patiently.
"But...there's something I still don't understand. Who...who are they spies for?"
Trunks looked at Kid. He himself had wanted to ask that question, but it seemed like whenever he got the chance, and kind of hinted at it, she changed the conversation or just walked away. Now, the firelight rested on a bowed head of red hair. It rested on her long fingers that were fiddling with the folds of her cloak and followed one as it travelled upwards, to tuck her hair behind her ear.
When she did decide to talk, Kid stumbled over her words, as if they created a horrible taste in her mouth. Finally getting her thoughts straight, she looked up at them. "...you...you don't want to hear this...but...the man the spies are for...is..." she paused and looked into the fire, marvelling at the movements and shadows it cast. She sighed deeply, and looked up at them. "My father."
Disclaimer: How many time do I have to say this. 'I don't own DBZ. Don't sue me.' Oh yea, and I don't own Chrono Cross either.
~This is your cemetery...your cemetery...get ready to DIE!~
Trunks shot up in the bed and yelled out. His body was caked with sweat and his soft hair clung damply to his forehead. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as he sat panting, frightened and shocked, as he always feels after dreaming of that menacing pair.
Shaking his head, Trunks ran his fingers through the silky lengths of hair on his head and wiped away some sweat from his brow. Then, he slowly brought his shaking hand in front of him. It was vibrating, echoing the fact that his nerves were shot. Taking a deep, arduous breath, Trunks swung his legs over the side of the bed and placed his head in his hands. 'I must have fell asleep.' he thought, drawing another quivering breath. He blinked his eyes quickly to prevent the flow of tears from beginning. He could feel them welling up from the core of his being, but he pushed them down, not allowing them to fall.
He staggered to his feet, rocking slightly as his head spun. He placed his hand on the dresser to steady himself and placed his other to his forehead. After the world stopped revolving, he stepped out of the warm, sunny room, into the dark hallway and peeked his head into the door next door, where his mother was resting. To his surprise and alarm, she wasn't there. Concern filled him as he stumbled down the stairs. He reached the bottom and stopped suddenly, hardly daring to breathe. His eyes grew wide as he slowly turned to the living room window. Something wasn't right.
It was darker than it should be outside. A moment ago, when he had woken up, the sun had been shining through the window in the spare room. He would have suspected a cloud, but the shadow had a sort of rippling effect to it. Being careful to keep his emotions and power level in check, Trunks inched forward towards the window. He took a deep breath, and looked out of it, looking up at the shadowed sky. What he saw, stole his breath.
Birds. There were hundreds of them. They circled his house like a swarm, a massive body moving as one. There were all kinds of birds, and it seemed they had some sort of purpose about them. Something about them scared Trunks to death. His mouth went dry as he wheeled around and tore from the living room. He ran to the kitchen, searching out his mother. He had to make sure she was ok. And there she was, staring as he was out the kitchen window at the multitudes of winged devils. She turned to Trunks and pointed at them. "Trunks, you have to see this. Birds...there's so many!" She hadn't noticed the frightened and panicked look on Trunks' face until she looked back the second time. "Trunks hun, what's wrong?"
He ran to his mother and held her firmly but gently by the arms. "Mom, I think these are the spies. The spies that the letter was talking about. They were at work today mom, and they were swarming around me. Then, as if as one, they took off to the west. Mom, I think they may have followed me home."
Bulma's eyes grew wide, and she blinked in disbelief. She opened her mouth to speak her own nameless fears as to what Trunks had just said, when suddenly, her face went a deathly pale and she fainted in his arms. "Oh no." he thought. "We have to get out of here."
Knock Knock.
The sound at the door nearly stopped his heart. He stared at the wooden door and didn't dare breathe. What if the thing at the door was another spy or, even worse, them themselves?
Suddenly, a female voice called out. "Let me in Trunks! Please. There's no time to lose!" Carefully laying his unconscious mother on the cold tile floor, he ran to the front door and flipped the latch, letting whoever it was into the house.
She bustled in without a word to Trunks and rushed to his mother's side, dark black cloak flowing around her. Trunks didn't need words to know that she was the one who had been sending him these letters all this time. Almost as tall as Trunks himself, she stood about 5'10" from the ground. The only other feature visible to Trunks was the long curly red strands of hair that eluded the sheltered protection of her hood. Circling his mother quickly, she knelt down to her. "She will have to be carried."
Suddenly, a shrill screech erupted from outside the building. It shook the house like a miniature earthquake and was so loud that Trunks had to cover his ears. He turned to the girl and shouted to her above the noise. "What is that?"
"The birds! They're calling them...we have to hurry!!" Trunks stopped and stared at the girl who finally looked back at him. From underneath the cloak, he could make out two round amber eyes. They were a beautiful hue, and seemed to shine with their own brilliance as they bored into Trunks. "Come on!" She shouted once more to him, breaking the trance her eyes had lured him into. "There isn't much time before they get here!!"
Trunks nodded and scooped his mother up in his arms. Without another word, they crept out a back door. The sky above was shrouded with protective trees that helped cover their escape. "This way." The girl shouted and led the way through the trees. She led him in a little ways, then stopped. Brushing away some dirt and a few leaves, she revealed a trap door in the earth. She lifted the lid easily, revealing a dirt ramp and a dark, musty smelling tunnel. She was about to enter, when the cries got louder. Amber eyes sought his. "They're here." She said, staring into his eyes. Then, she pushed him into the tunnel, rushing in behind them. Once inside she leaned in close to Trunks' ear and whispered to him in a hushed and hurried tone. "This tunnel leads about two miles away from here. It's a straight tunnel and carefully made. Run until I say stop. And for God's sake, keep your power level low. Go. Now! "
Trunks gasped and clutched his mother to him tightly. Then, silently, they sped away into the dark depths of the dirt channel, leaving behind the angry cries emitting from the throats of a hundred feathered fiends.
"Where is he? I just don't get it. I can't sense him anywhere."
"How the hell should I know?"
"Oh this just makes me SOOO mad. I was hoping for some action!"
Two figures floated in the air above Capsule Corp. One female, the other, male. Both pairs of eyes searched the landscape.
The girl groaned. "Well where could he have gone?"
A growl escaped the pursed lips of the man. "I told you. I don't know. Why do you keep asking me for?"
"There's no one else here to ask." A sigh came from the female of the two figures. There was a short silence.
"This was just a waste of our time."
"Yea. And I wanted to go shopping too."
"This was all the birds' fault."
"Totally. Let's make them pay for ruining our afternoon shall we?"
The man smirked. "Deal." He chuckled. "You want to do the honors?"
"Fine by me." the female said, smiling. She powered up for a short second, then the air was filled with an exploding force. It ranged for miles, destroying everything in it's path. The air crackled with powerful electricity. When it was over, the woman was left floating there above the rubble and ashes that once was Capsule Corp, panting slightly and smiling. "Well done." said the voice from behind as he crossed his arms across his chest.
The woman brought her hand up and tucked her straight, almost shoulder length blonde hair behind her ear. "Thanks." she said in a monotonous tone and looked around her. Chuckling, she looked at the man. "Barbecue..."
The man smirked and nodded, then turned. "Let's go home." Without a glance back, the two beings tore into the sky, piercing it as they flew into the sun.
It seemed hours that they were running. Trunks, who was trying to keep his power level low, wasn't able to run as fast as he was capable, and he didn't want to leave the girl behind. Finally though, she told him to stop. She pressed herself against the wall of the tunnel and began panting. Trying to gain control of her breathing, she gasped in air and held it for as long as she could, then let it out, breathing in slowly, and holding it for longer. There was a deep silence while she steadied her breathing.
It was Trunks who broke the stillness. "W...what's your name?"
The question brought those brilliant, deep amber eyes up to meet his. She was silent, then she opened her mouth as if to speak, then closed it as if deciding not to tell.
Trunks furrowed his brow as her eyes were cast downward. He was about to say something, when she interrupted him. "Kid." She faced him again, staring deep into his eyes. "My name is Kid."
'Kid. Hmm...' Trunks lowered his eyes. "...Kid. Very...original..."
"Yea well...my dad is kind of lacking when it comes to imagination." Kid laughed at her joke, and turned to Trunks. "Well...it's getting kind of uncomfortable in here...and your mom looks like she's going to be waking up soon..." She gestured to Bulma's arm that had recently begun twitching slightly. Looking back up at Trunks, she said in her smooth voice, "How about we find someplace to camp for the night?"
Trunks smiled. "Sounds good to me...Kid..."
Kid smiled at him and led the way out of the tunnel and into the open world. As they were running, the golden sun had silently slipped behind the trees, leaving beautiful colors in it's wake that etched the sky in a magnificent masterpiece. The birds were silenced, the wind was calm...such a calming, peaceful silence enveloped him, that Trunks actually felt a bit tired. Kid led him through the tall trees into a small clearing. There, in front of them, was the foot of a small mountain.
"We'll make camp there." she said, pointing to a little hollowed out place in the side of the mountain. Trunks nodded, and, as she gathered a log and some kindling for a fire, he made a bed for his mother of dry leaves and pine needles. Gently lying her in it, he looked at her. 'Mom...' he thought. 'I wish...I wish I hadn't drug you into this...'
Suddenly, Bulma began to move. Her head tossed from side to side, and her eyes slowly fluttered open, her long eyelashes flittering. "T...Trunks?" she asked, as her eyes focussed and she recognised the face of her only son.
Trunks took her hand in his. And smiled. "Hey..." He said.
Bulma's eyes looked around and suddenly, she sat bolt upright. "Where are we Trunks?" Her eyes caught Kid who was making the fire and she turned. "And who is that?"
Trunks took one hand and placed it on her shoulder reassuringly, his other still gently holding hers. "Mom...that's Kid. She saved us."
Kid, hearing her name, turned to them and nodded at Bulma. "Hi."
"...Hi..." Bulma answered in bewilderment, then turned to Trunks again. "I don't understand Trunks? How exactly did she save us? And from what?"
Trunks and Kid's eyes locked. Then, Trunks looked back at his mother. "Long story."
"So...what your saying is...those birds?"
"Spies." Trunks answered.
"They were following Trunks. Keeping an eye on him I guess you could put it." Kid explained patiently.
"But...there's something I still don't understand. Who...who are they spies for?"
Trunks looked at Kid. He himself had wanted to ask that question, but it seemed like whenever he got the chance, and kind of hinted at it, she changed the conversation or just walked away. Now, the firelight rested on a bowed head of red hair. It rested on her long fingers that were fiddling with the folds of her cloak and followed one as it travelled upwards, to tuck her hair behind her ear.
When she did decide to talk, Kid stumbled over her words, as if they created a horrible taste in her mouth. Finally getting her thoughts straight, she looked up at them. "...you...you don't want to hear this...but...the man the spies are for...is..." she paused and looked into the fire, marvelling at the movements and shadows it cast. She sighed deeply, and looked up at them. "My father."
