Disclaimer: I'm really tired of putting this up here, but- I don't own any
of these characters. Too bad; I love Goten and Trunks to death!!
Author's Note: ~takes a bow~ Thank you, thank you! All of my readers are just great, giving me encouragement to finish this, or try to at least. I hope I won't disappoint any of you, and there is also one thing I have to add. I have not seen GT, I've only read about it, including bios of the episodes. So, please bear with me in knowing that what I'm writing is completely off the top of my head and memory, and not from the actual show. This is what I want to happen, and in my opinion, how it should have happened!! Alright, on with the chapter! R&R!!
Chapter Six
~*Trunks's point of view*~
Aww, Shimatta! How in the name of Kami-sama had I gotten myself into this mess? First of all, I had this strange woman, who happened to be a nurse, trying to wedge her tongue down my throat, and second, I was beginning to get light-headed, almost dizzy as if I had just downed thirty shots of any type of alcohol. It wasn't very pleasant, and somewhere, my mind was telling me that I had felt this before, but-
Oh, Damn-
Damn, Damn, Damn, and more Damn! If I didn't get this "thing" off of me, I knew there was going to be trouble; it was more than I had bargained for!
I kicked upward, succeeding in paralyzing the 'woman's' weak body, and quickly shoved her away, using both of my hands as a balance. Although I was overjoyed at having her off of me, I wasn't able to celebrate because as soon as my mouth sucked in freshly stale closet air, I fell, smacking my head extremely hard onto the ground. I was vaguely aware of how much it hurt, and what was happening around me.
"Trunks! Trunks, are you okay?"
Pan?
Who was that?
Kami-sama, I felt terrible. Why couldn't I comprehend anything? As a matter of fact, why couldn't I move my body? It felt as if something was controlling me, forcing me to stay this way. If I'd had any common sense left, I probably would have realized what had happened, but with my thoughts in a muddle as they were, I could do nothing but stare at the strange blurring figures of my friends. Something, a hand, touched my neck, probably feeling for a pulse, and when I tried to speak, my teeth clamped tightly over the tip of my tongue of its own accord, biting hard enough to draw blood. I wanted to scream, moan, do something that would give them warning, but it only came out gurgled, and I knew that this wasn't going to be pretty.
Words, jumbled and partially there, hit my ears, but I couldn't respond. So much for being strong.
"-wrong with him?" That was Pan; I wasn't that induced to ignore the high-pitched voice of the only female that had accompanied us on our trip.
"-know. That nurse's pulse is faint, too." Kami, if I could only get up. What the hell was wrong with me?!!
"-kicked pretty hard. What should we do, Ojisan?"
GET ME OUTTA HERE!!
Had they heard?! Obviously not because I heard footsteps retreating, and the echo of my earlier plea still ringing in my head. Where was help when I needed it? Where was Goten when I needed him? A voice, very low and breathy whispered something to me, and by the time I had figured out what it had said, I was unconscious, floating in the memories of my past and screaming out for the only one who would've helped me.
"CHIBI!!"
~Son Residence~
~*Goten's Point of View*~
"CHIBI!!"
I flipped over and onto the floor, jerking quickly from a light and unrestful sleep as my nickname burst my eardrums and had them buzzing with a voice I didn't immediately recognize.
What in the- Oh, Kami-sama! That wasn't who I thought it was, was it? Scrambling up, I fled down the steps, slightly rocking the picture frames on the wall back and forth. Gohan and Videl, who were sitting on the living room couch, looked strangely at me before my sibling decided to tease me about my appearance.
"Don't tell me. You've started training with Vegeta, right?" I would have shot back with an equally sarcastic remark had I the time to actually think of one, but in a panic, I blindly ran by them and out the door, shortly after picking up on what Videl had said to my brother.
"I'm starting to worry about him, Gohan. He's been acting really strange." There was a sigh.
"You're telling me. I think he just misses Trunks, Videl."
"Oh, is that all?"
Yeah, that's all, my dear sister-in-law- if you counted your best friend mentally screaming for your help because he was in some sort of trouble and you hadn't even seen or heard from him in almost a year. Sure, that's just all of it!
Grinding my teeth, I flew as fast as I could without relinquishing my hold on my normal stage, pretty much on the verge of going Super Saiyajin, although I hadn't done so in quite a long time, and rushed blindly towards the direction the voice had come from. Why did I have this feeling that my life was about to take a turn for the worse?
~Miles Away; Hospital Room~
"This isn't good, Ojisan! What happened to Trunks? Why won't he wake up?!" Pan paced at the foot of Trunks's bed, glancing every so often at the pale half Saiyajin in hopes that he would sit up and just pretend to be injured, but that wasn't happening and it was just making her more edgy. The nurse who'd attacked him hadn't woken up either, and without some of their questions answered, they were as much in dark as the next person. Gokou sat in a chair, carefully balancing himself on the back two legs, and was staring at the ceiling, trying to think.
"Calm down, Pan. We're just going to have to be patient and wait. It won't help that you're wearing the floor thin." The nervous girl looked down and noticed the tread marks, her cheeks turning slightly pink in embarrassment as she did so, and finally gave up, parking herself on the corner of the hospital bed's mattress where Trunks lay unmoving and unnaturally white compared to the usual darkness of his tanned skin. She bit her lip and fidgeted with the chain hanging from her waist, eyes frantically looking around the room to keep herself occupied.
"Pan?"
"What?" she snapped, forcing the scowl from her face. Her grandfather could really push someone's endurance, and hers was already paper-thin.
"Um-" At that moment, the bed creaked and they both turned their heads, watching with ever widening eyes as Trunks slowly sat up, blinking clouded blue eyes to regain his vision. There was something disturbing about the half smirk on his mouth as he lifted his face, and Pan jerked back, moving with inhuman speed to stand beside Gokou, her fists balled and ready to defend or attack, which ever came first.
"Ojisan-" Gokou glanced over him with an easy assessment, and put his arm out in front of Pan, getting her attention.
"Go and get the others, Pan! We have a situation on our hands." Trunks stumbled from the bed, unable to hold himself up on his two wobbling legs, as Pan tried to protest.
"B-but Ojisan-" Gokou glared at her, sending a chill down her spine.
"GO NOW!" he shouted, his hair wavering with the increase of his ki. Swallowing harshly, she raced out of the room, not looking back, as she headed for the spaceship, preparing to travel the distance to Capsule Corporation as quickly as possible as her grandfather protected the innocent people that might have gotten hurt. What was wrong with Trunks, anyway?
Gokou watched Pan leave and then turned to face the staggering demi Saiyajin, who was still having trouble controlling the movements of his body, and summoned some of his energy up, prepared to fight if the necessity arose. He wasn't as stupid as others thought him to be, and this was something that could not go unlooked. Trunks was in danger, as he had been years before, and this time, his youngest son wasn't here to help protect him. What was he supposed to do? Kill him?
Was he strong enough for that? He prayed to the gods that he was, knowing that the predecessor now inhabiting the younger Saiyajin's body could increase the inhabitee's power by ten fold, maybe more, which might have been enough to undo him in this young body. He tightened his fist, bringing it close to his body, and pointed his finger at the heavily breathing person, anger filling his senses.
"I know who you are; there's no use hiding who you truly are, anymore," Gokou announced, not sounding the least bit happy. The thing that was no longer Trunks lifted his head, smirking in a graciously evil manner, and turned his head sideways, snapping the bones easily until they cracked, and he rolled his shoulders, getting a feel for the body's strength and movement.
"Well, then I suppose that I need not tell you what I'm going to do to you, Son Gokou-" And with a devastating laugh, he launched an attack, preparing to take the elder Saiyajin down before he could take action.
A/N: I suppose, now, that the mystery was somewhat revealed, that everyone wants me to continue? Alright, alright, don't hassle me. I'll get to it in good time, and we will have most of the following in the next chapter- a slightly disturbing out-of-body experience for our poor blue-eyed bishounen, a huge fighting scene between "Trunks" and Gokou, and an even more surprised awakening for Goten, who's making his way to the scene, even as I type this. When are Goten and Trunks going to live a somewhat normal life? Together?
Not until I want them to!
Aren't I just evil? ^_^
Author's Note: ~takes a bow~ Thank you, thank you! All of my readers are just great, giving me encouragement to finish this, or try to at least. I hope I won't disappoint any of you, and there is also one thing I have to add. I have not seen GT, I've only read about it, including bios of the episodes. So, please bear with me in knowing that what I'm writing is completely off the top of my head and memory, and not from the actual show. This is what I want to happen, and in my opinion, how it should have happened!! Alright, on with the chapter! R&R!!
Chapter Six
~*Trunks's point of view*~
Aww, Shimatta! How in the name of Kami-sama had I gotten myself into this mess? First of all, I had this strange woman, who happened to be a nurse, trying to wedge her tongue down my throat, and second, I was beginning to get light-headed, almost dizzy as if I had just downed thirty shots of any type of alcohol. It wasn't very pleasant, and somewhere, my mind was telling me that I had felt this before, but-
Oh, Damn-
Damn, Damn, Damn, and more Damn! If I didn't get this "thing" off of me, I knew there was going to be trouble; it was more than I had bargained for!
I kicked upward, succeeding in paralyzing the 'woman's' weak body, and quickly shoved her away, using both of my hands as a balance. Although I was overjoyed at having her off of me, I wasn't able to celebrate because as soon as my mouth sucked in freshly stale closet air, I fell, smacking my head extremely hard onto the ground. I was vaguely aware of how much it hurt, and what was happening around me.
"Trunks! Trunks, are you okay?"
Pan?
Who was that?
Kami-sama, I felt terrible. Why couldn't I comprehend anything? As a matter of fact, why couldn't I move my body? It felt as if something was controlling me, forcing me to stay this way. If I'd had any common sense left, I probably would have realized what had happened, but with my thoughts in a muddle as they were, I could do nothing but stare at the strange blurring figures of my friends. Something, a hand, touched my neck, probably feeling for a pulse, and when I tried to speak, my teeth clamped tightly over the tip of my tongue of its own accord, biting hard enough to draw blood. I wanted to scream, moan, do something that would give them warning, but it only came out gurgled, and I knew that this wasn't going to be pretty.
Words, jumbled and partially there, hit my ears, but I couldn't respond. So much for being strong.
"-wrong with him?" That was Pan; I wasn't that induced to ignore the high-pitched voice of the only female that had accompanied us on our trip.
"-know. That nurse's pulse is faint, too." Kami, if I could only get up. What the hell was wrong with me?!!
"-kicked pretty hard. What should we do, Ojisan?"
GET ME OUTTA HERE!!
Had they heard?! Obviously not because I heard footsteps retreating, and the echo of my earlier plea still ringing in my head. Where was help when I needed it? Where was Goten when I needed him? A voice, very low and breathy whispered something to me, and by the time I had figured out what it had said, I was unconscious, floating in the memories of my past and screaming out for the only one who would've helped me.
"CHIBI!!"
~Son Residence~
~*Goten's Point of View*~
"CHIBI!!"
I flipped over and onto the floor, jerking quickly from a light and unrestful sleep as my nickname burst my eardrums and had them buzzing with a voice I didn't immediately recognize.
What in the- Oh, Kami-sama! That wasn't who I thought it was, was it? Scrambling up, I fled down the steps, slightly rocking the picture frames on the wall back and forth. Gohan and Videl, who were sitting on the living room couch, looked strangely at me before my sibling decided to tease me about my appearance.
"Don't tell me. You've started training with Vegeta, right?" I would have shot back with an equally sarcastic remark had I the time to actually think of one, but in a panic, I blindly ran by them and out the door, shortly after picking up on what Videl had said to my brother.
"I'm starting to worry about him, Gohan. He's been acting really strange." There was a sigh.
"You're telling me. I think he just misses Trunks, Videl."
"Oh, is that all?"
Yeah, that's all, my dear sister-in-law- if you counted your best friend mentally screaming for your help because he was in some sort of trouble and you hadn't even seen or heard from him in almost a year. Sure, that's just all of it!
Grinding my teeth, I flew as fast as I could without relinquishing my hold on my normal stage, pretty much on the verge of going Super Saiyajin, although I hadn't done so in quite a long time, and rushed blindly towards the direction the voice had come from. Why did I have this feeling that my life was about to take a turn for the worse?
~Miles Away; Hospital Room~
"This isn't good, Ojisan! What happened to Trunks? Why won't he wake up?!" Pan paced at the foot of Trunks's bed, glancing every so often at the pale half Saiyajin in hopes that he would sit up and just pretend to be injured, but that wasn't happening and it was just making her more edgy. The nurse who'd attacked him hadn't woken up either, and without some of their questions answered, they were as much in dark as the next person. Gokou sat in a chair, carefully balancing himself on the back two legs, and was staring at the ceiling, trying to think.
"Calm down, Pan. We're just going to have to be patient and wait. It won't help that you're wearing the floor thin." The nervous girl looked down and noticed the tread marks, her cheeks turning slightly pink in embarrassment as she did so, and finally gave up, parking herself on the corner of the hospital bed's mattress where Trunks lay unmoving and unnaturally white compared to the usual darkness of his tanned skin. She bit her lip and fidgeted with the chain hanging from her waist, eyes frantically looking around the room to keep herself occupied.
"Pan?"
"What?" she snapped, forcing the scowl from her face. Her grandfather could really push someone's endurance, and hers was already paper-thin.
"Um-" At that moment, the bed creaked and they both turned their heads, watching with ever widening eyes as Trunks slowly sat up, blinking clouded blue eyes to regain his vision. There was something disturbing about the half smirk on his mouth as he lifted his face, and Pan jerked back, moving with inhuman speed to stand beside Gokou, her fists balled and ready to defend or attack, which ever came first.
"Ojisan-" Gokou glanced over him with an easy assessment, and put his arm out in front of Pan, getting her attention.
"Go and get the others, Pan! We have a situation on our hands." Trunks stumbled from the bed, unable to hold himself up on his two wobbling legs, as Pan tried to protest.
"B-but Ojisan-" Gokou glared at her, sending a chill down her spine.
"GO NOW!" he shouted, his hair wavering with the increase of his ki. Swallowing harshly, she raced out of the room, not looking back, as she headed for the spaceship, preparing to travel the distance to Capsule Corporation as quickly as possible as her grandfather protected the innocent people that might have gotten hurt. What was wrong with Trunks, anyway?
Gokou watched Pan leave and then turned to face the staggering demi Saiyajin, who was still having trouble controlling the movements of his body, and summoned some of his energy up, prepared to fight if the necessity arose. He wasn't as stupid as others thought him to be, and this was something that could not go unlooked. Trunks was in danger, as he had been years before, and this time, his youngest son wasn't here to help protect him. What was he supposed to do? Kill him?
Was he strong enough for that? He prayed to the gods that he was, knowing that the predecessor now inhabiting the younger Saiyajin's body could increase the inhabitee's power by ten fold, maybe more, which might have been enough to undo him in this young body. He tightened his fist, bringing it close to his body, and pointed his finger at the heavily breathing person, anger filling his senses.
"I know who you are; there's no use hiding who you truly are, anymore," Gokou announced, not sounding the least bit happy. The thing that was no longer Trunks lifted his head, smirking in a graciously evil manner, and turned his head sideways, snapping the bones easily until they cracked, and he rolled his shoulders, getting a feel for the body's strength and movement.
"Well, then I suppose that I need not tell you what I'm going to do to you, Son Gokou-" And with a devastating laugh, he launched an attack, preparing to take the elder Saiyajin down before he could take action.
A/N: I suppose, now, that the mystery was somewhat revealed, that everyone wants me to continue? Alright, alright, don't hassle me. I'll get to it in good time, and we will have most of the following in the next chapter- a slightly disturbing out-of-body experience for our poor blue-eyed bishounen, a huge fighting scene between "Trunks" and Gokou, and an even more surprised awakening for Goten, who's making his way to the scene, even as I type this. When are Goten and Trunks going to live a somewhat normal life? Together?
Not until I want them to!
Aren't I just evil? ^_^
