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characters?
Author's Note: As promised, here is the next part. Please, as I've asked thousands of other times, bear with me on this. Coming up with these chapters takes a lot out of me, especially when I write them as fast as I do to please all of my readers and not leave them hanging in the dark. I can't believe that this is already up to seven parts! Oh, well, I'm getting ready to set the scene for some more interesting and "heated" things going on between both of our beloved bishounens, which will most likely occur in Chapter Eight or Nine. R&R!
Chapter Seven
~Alternate Plane of Existence~
He slowly opened his eyes, his head throbbing as though his father had pounded him into next week, and he found himself in dark surroundings, with his cheek pressed flat to the cold, sour-smelling ground. Groaning, he tried to sit, finding that his body easily complied with that of his will, and when he pulled himself up, he wrapped his arms around his knees, shivering at the depth of which the depressing iciness of his environment ate at his soul. It had nothing to do with the fact that he wore khaki shorts or that the long-sleeved jacket and sweater could keep him warm; he felt the bitterness of the place he was in; he felt the loneliness and knew what it truly was to be abandoned.
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to picture something else that would make him forget the agony of being over taken, for the third time and sent to this Hell that nipped at his heart, slowly tearing it to pieces. Nothing would come; he couldn't even muster a single thought except for the one concerning his predicament, and he would have laughed, if the tears hadn't started flowing down his cheeks. All he had ever wanted was to go home, be with his family and his friends, but now he was here, alone, and possibly going crazy with grief. He sobbed a couple of times, pressing his mouth against his arms to muffle the sound because even though he cried, his pride still got the best of him. He felt small, childish, and there was no way to shake the feeling.
"Where are you?!" he shouted to the abyss of the sky as more tears slid down his face, soaking the material of his clothing. "Chibi, I need you!" Only the heartbreaking sound of his own voice answered him.
~Chikyuu; Hospital Room~
Gokou dodged the fist that aimed for his head, but was caught off guard and thrown into the concrete wall of the room with a kick to the abdomen, easily breaking it and going straight into the hallway. He skidded to a halt but quickly flipped to his feet, going back in for the offensive. The thing that was not Trunks smiled heartily before spin kicking him in the jaw and throwing him, this time, through the window to the outside. Pieces of the shattered glass cut into his flesh, bringing about small wells of blood, but he bit down and took the pain, letting it further enrage him, causing power to cascade around him. As long as his tail wasn't any danger from being pulled, he could sustain as much damage as possible so as to keep him occupied to allow Pan enough time to get Vegeta, Gohan, and Goten. It was their only chance to beat this thing without causing a lot of unnecessary damage; the wall and the window had been careless mistakes; he would not let it happen again.
"You're a fool if you think you can beat me that easily," he whispered to himself, gathering enough ki to send him pushing through the barrier of Super Saiyajin. It had taken him some time to 're-learn' that technique and it had yet to fail him, so far. Hopefully, it wouldn't give out on him, now that he really needed it.
"Did you say something?" Trunks's monotonous voice questioned from behind him, and when he turned, he received an energy-increased punch to the nose, which sent blood running from it and over his lips. Gokou snarled and kicked upward, catching the man in the underside of the jaw. His head twisted oddly backwards, but he quickly righted himself and threw ki at him, a blast large enough to destroy the hospital behind them.
"NO!" Gokou caught the beam, his hands burning beneath its intensity, and forced his mind to break it into a smaller form that was sent flying every which way from the building, saving it from certain destruction. He needed to end this, before someone other than himself got hurt. "Why don't you give it up? You know you can't defeat me! I'm a lot stronger than Trunks's body!" A strange smile befell the half Saiyajin's lips.
"Think what you want, but I know this body better than my own, although it's been quite some time since I've tasted raw Saiyajin power. Tell me, Son Gokou, do I make you tremble with fear, now that I've returned to complete what I started years ago?" Gokou withheld the surprise washing over him by spitting on the ground and breaking eye contact. He'd suspected who it might have been, but he had been positive that Goten had finished him. Obviously, he was wrong.
"Bebi," he growled, hatred welling up within him as he glared at Trunks's face which was not his own, not anymore. He mocked a bow and swept hair from his eyes.
"I thank you for finally realizing who I am! Now, to finish you and move on to more important subjects!" Phasing out, Gokou watched in horror, almost as if in slow motion, as Bebi-Trunks descended upon him, his hand outstretched to grip and it crushed through the superior Saiyajin's ki shield, sending him head long into unconsciousness. His mind screamed to continue fighting, but he felt his will closing to him, and he felt helpless to the world. How could he have been taken out this easily? Was Bebi really that strong, but more importantly, would his granddaughter reach the others in time?
He prayed to Kami and Dende both that she would.
~Same Dimension; CC Spaceship~
"Come on, you baka! Go faster! Go faster! Go faster!" Pan angrily hit the control panel with her fist, and sparks flew up into her face, making her cry out in surprise and frustration. Red emergency lights immediately began to blink and the mechanical voice of the computer erupted through the speakers.
'Warning, system malfunction! Please land spacecraft before other incidents occur! I repeat: system malfunction! Please land spacecraft before other incidents occur!' Pan completely smashed her fist through the board, sending electrical energy sizzling around the front of the ship.
"Great, this is all I need! You stupid, stupid machine!" She grabbed the steering wheel and spun it hard, wanting to get out of it as soon as possible so she could continue on her own. Once outside, she leapt into the air, casting her ki around her and flying as fast as she could, hoping she'd reach someone in time before something happened to her Ojisan and Trunks. They were the best friend she'd ever had and something this trivial couldn't take that away, or so she thought-
~*Goten's Point of View*~
Fatigue was finally setting in as I sped along through the air, trying to reach Trunks, wherever he was, in enough time to save him. This must have been my fault. Who else's would have been? If I hadn't chickened out of the trip to search for the Black Star Dragon Balls, this never would have happened, I just knew it. Right then, my guilt was so heavy, it almost weighed me down, but the thought of something happening to Trunks, my best friend, the person that was possibly somewhat more to me than that, I soared on, going faster and faster.
I don't know how long it was until I finally saw it coming towards me, but when I did, my heart stopped dead in its rhythm. My throat immediately went dry and I nearly choked on my joy of seeing the person in the distance. At first, it seemed a dream, almost like a mirage, but he came closer, relinquishing the space between us, and I stopped flying, hovering in anticipation and fear and excitement. I could hear the cell phone in my pocket, long since forgotten, going off, and I pulled it out, easily crushing it in trembling fingers. Nothing would ruin this moment, not even a girl that I cared less about, now that I thought about. It didn't even occur to me to think about why I had been racing this way in the first place; if I had, I would have known that something was, indeed, wrong.
"Trunks!" I cried, frantically waving my arms above my head like a lunatic. I didn't care that I probably looked crazier than usual. I hadn't seen my friend in a very long time, and hundreds of buried emotions were welling up within my throat. I almost felt like choking on them, it was so intense. Inches away, he stopped, floating in the air with the wind blowing through his still short as ever lavender hair, and his blue eyes connected with mine, sending a chill down my spine. There was something different about the way he looked at me, but I couldn't place it.
"Hey, man, long time no see!" Well, that was incredibly lame. A small, unusual, smile fell across his face, giving him the countenance of his father. I shivered inwardly. What was wrong with him?
"Chibi," he said without enthusiasm, without much emotion. We hadn't seen each other in so long, and this was all he had to say?
"Trunks, what's wrong with you?" He flashed his teeth at me in another blinding grin, and disappeared, quickly emerging next to me within arms reach. His hand reached up to skim a finger over my cheek and my heart leapt into my throat. What was he doing?
"Nothing, Chibi. I've glad you're here. Now I can do something I've wanted to do since I first got here." Locking his arm around mine, he pulled me towards him, and willingly, I went, unable to protest or question his motives. This was Trunks, for crying-out-loud!
When his lips meshed against mine, I froze, powerless to think, to comprehend, to move, and as the kiss deepened, I felt darkness welling up within my mind, and my fingers dug into his shoulder, trying to pull away. Whatever he was doing to me, it was making me dizzy, and it wasn't as if I didn't like the sensation because, honestly, I did, but this was getting too serious. I was kissing my best friend! His mouth tightened on mine, using his teeth to sink into the flesh of my lip to keep us connected, and I struggled harder, but still he would not let me go.
At that point, I began to panic, and shoved against him, anxious to get away from him and talk, but coldness floated over my consciousness, and I slumped against the body of my friend, mumbling his name as his harsh laughter rang in my ears.
A/N: NO!! Their first kiss stolen!!! Well, not exactly there first, but aren't I just the worst person imaginable?! Nawh! At least they'll be able to figure out what to do, together ~insert adolescent giggles here~ Anyway, please review, and the next chapter will be up as soon as I get to it, which probably won't be long, hehe ^_~
(I hope this wasn't too awful. I wrote this at about 11:00 p.m. ~yawn~)
Author's Note: As promised, here is the next part. Please, as I've asked thousands of other times, bear with me on this. Coming up with these chapters takes a lot out of me, especially when I write them as fast as I do to please all of my readers and not leave them hanging in the dark. I can't believe that this is already up to seven parts! Oh, well, I'm getting ready to set the scene for some more interesting and "heated" things going on between both of our beloved bishounens, which will most likely occur in Chapter Eight or Nine. R&R!
Chapter Seven
~Alternate Plane of Existence~
He slowly opened his eyes, his head throbbing as though his father had pounded him into next week, and he found himself in dark surroundings, with his cheek pressed flat to the cold, sour-smelling ground. Groaning, he tried to sit, finding that his body easily complied with that of his will, and when he pulled himself up, he wrapped his arms around his knees, shivering at the depth of which the depressing iciness of his environment ate at his soul. It had nothing to do with the fact that he wore khaki shorts or that the long-sleeved jacket and sweater could keep him warm; he felt the bitterness of the place he was in; he felt the loneliness and knew what it truly was to be abandoned.
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to picture something else that would make him forget the agony of being over taken, for the third time and sent to this Hell that nipped at his heart, slowly tearing it to pieces. Nothing would come; he couldn't even muster a single thought except for the one concerning his predicament, and he would have laughed, if the tears hadn't started flowing down his cheeks. All he had ever wanted was to go home, be with his family and his friends, but now he was here, alone, and possibly going crazy with grief. He sobbed a couple of times, pressing his mouth against his arms to muffle the sound because even though he cried, his pride still got the best of him. He felt small, childish, and there was no way to shake the feeling.
"Where are you?!" he shouted to the abyss of the sky as more tears slid down his face, soaking the material of his clothing. "Chibi, I need you!" Only the heartbreaking sound of his own voice answered him.
~Chikyuu; Hospital Room~
Gokou dodged the fist that aimed for his head, but was caught off guard and thrown into the concrete wall of the room with a kick to the abdomen, easily breaking it and going straight into the hallway. He skidded to a halt but quickly flipped to his feet, going back in for the offensive. The thing that was not Trunks smiled heartily before spin kicking him in the jaw and throwing him, this time, through the window to the outside. Pieces of the shattered glass cut into his flesh, bringing about small wells of blood, but he bit down and took the pain, letting it further enrage him, causing power to cascade around him. As long as his tail wasn't any danger from being pulled, he could sustain as much damage as possible so as to keep him occupied to allow Pan enough time to get Vegeta, Gohan, and Goten. It was their only chance to beat this thing without causing a lot of unnecessary damage; the wall and the window had been careless mistakes; he would not let it happen again.
"You're a fool if you think you can beat me that easily," he whispered to himself, gathering enough ki to send him pushing through the barrier of Super Saiyajin. It had taken him some time to 're-learn' that technique and it had yet to fail him, so far. Hopefully, it wouldn't give out on him, now that he really needed it.
"Did you say something?" Trunks's monotonous voice questioned from behind him, and when he turned, he received an energy-increased punch to the nose, which sent blood running from it and over his lips. Gokou snarled and kicked upward, catching the man in the underside of the jaw. His head twisted oddly backwards, but he quickly righted himself and threw ki at him, a blast large enough to destroy the hospital behind them.
"NO!" Gokou caught the beam, his hands burning beneath its intensity, and forced his mind to break it into a smaller form that was sent flying every which way from the building, saving it from certain destruction. He needed to end this, before someone other than himself got hurt. "Why don't you give it up? You know you can't defeat me! I'm a lot stronger than Trunks's body!" A strange smile befell the half Saiyajin's lips.
"Think what you want, but I know this body better than my own, although it's been quite some time since I've tasted raw Saiyajin power. Tell me, Son Gokou, do I make you tremble with fear, now that I've returned to complete what I started years ago?" Gokou withheld the surprise washing over him by spitting on the ground and breaking eye contact. He'd suspected who it might have been, but he had been positive that Goten had finished him. Obviously, he was wrong.
"Bebi," he growled, hatred welling up within him as he glared at Trunks's face which was not his own, not anymore. He mocked a bow and swept hair from his eyes.
"I thank you for finally realizing who I am! Now, to finish you and move on to more important subjects!" Phasing out, Gokou watched in horror, almost as if in slow motion, as Bebi-Trunks descended upon him, his hand outstretched to grip and it crushed through the superior Saiyajin's ki shield, sending him head long into unconsciousness. His mind screamed to continue fighting, but he felt his will closing to him, and he felt helpless to the world. How could he have been taken out this easily? Was Bebi really that strong, but more importantly, would his granddaughter reach the others in time?
He prayed to Kami and Dende both that she would.
~Same Dimension; CC Spaceship~
"Come on, you baka! Go faster! Go faster! Go faster!" Pan angrily hit the control panel with her fist, and sparks flew up into her face, making her cry out in surprise and frustration. Red emergency lights immediately began to blink and the mechanical voice of the computer erupted through the speakers.
'Warning, system malfunction! Please land spacecraft before other incidents occur! I repeat: system malfunction! Please land spacecraft before other incidents occur!' Pan completely smashed her fist through the board, sending electrical energy sizzling around the front of the ship.
"Great, this is all I need! You stupid, stupid machine!" She grabbed the steering wheel and spun it hard, wanting to get out of it as soon as possible so she could continue on her own. Once outside, she leapt into the air, casting her ki around her and flying as fast as she could, hoping she'd reach someone in time before something happened to her Ojisan and Trunks. They were the best friend she'd ever had and something this trivial couldn't take that away, or so she thought-
~*Goten's Point of View*~
Fatigue was finally setting in as I sped along through the air, trying to reach Trunks, wherever he was, in enough time to save him. This must have been my fault. Who else's would have been? If I hadn't chickened out of the trip to search for the Black Star Dragon Balls, this never would have happened, I just knew it. Right then, my guilt was so heavy, it almost weighed me down, but the thought of something happening to Trunks, my best friend, the person that was possibly somewhat more to me than that, I soared on, going faster and faster.
I don't know how long it was until I finally saw it coming towards me, but when I did, my heart stopped dead in its rhythm. My throat immediately went dry and I nearly choked on my joy of seeing the person in the distance. At first, it seemed a dream, almost like a mirage, but he came closer, relinquishing the space between us, and I stopped flying, hovering in anticipation and fear and excitement. I could hear the cell phone in my pocket, long since forgotten, going off, and I pulled it out, easily crushing it in trembling fingers. Nothing would ruin this moment, not even a girl that I cared less about, now that I thought about. It didn't even occur to me to think about why I had been racing this way in the first place; if I had, I would have known that something was, indeed, wrong.
"Trunks!" I cried, frantically waving my arms above my head like a lunatic. I didn't care that I probably looked crazier than usual. I hadn't seen my friend in a very long time, and hundreds of buried emotions were welling up within my throat. I almost felt like choking on them, it was so intense. Inches away, he stopped, floating in the air with the wind blowing through his still short as ever lavender hair, and his blue eyes connected with mine, sending a chill down my spine. There was something different about the way he looked at me, but I couldn't place it.
"Hey, man, long time no see!" Well, that was incredibly lame. A small, unusual, smile fell across his face, giving him the countenance of his father. I shivered inwardly. What was wrong with him?
"Chibi," he said without enthusiasm, without much emotion. We hadn't seen each other in so long, and this was all he had to say?
"Trunks, what's wrong with you?" He flashed his teeth at me in another blinding grin, and disappeared, quickly emerging next to me within arms reach. His hand reached up to skim a finger over my cheek and my heart leapt into my throat. What was he doing?
"Nothing, Chibi. I've glad you're here. Now I can do something I've wanted to do since I first got here." Locking his arm around mine, he pulled me towards him, and willingly, I went, unable to protest or question his motives. This was Trunks, for crying-out-loud!
When his lips meshed against mine, I froze, powerless to think, to comprehend, to move, and as the kiss deepened, I felt darkness welling up within my mind, and my fingers dug into his shoulder, trying to pull away. Whatever he was doing to me, it was making me dizzy, and it wasn't as if I didn't like the sensation because, honestly, I did, but this was getting too serious. I was kissing my best friend! His mouth tightened on mine, using his teeth to sink into the flesh of my lip to keep us connected, and I struggled harder, but still he would not let me go.
At that point, I began to panic, and shoved against him, anxious to get away from him and talk, but coldness floated over my consciousness, and I slumped against the body of my friend, mumbling his name as his harsh laughter rang in my ears.
A/N: NO!! Their first kiss stolen!!! Well, not exactly there first, but aren't I just the worst person imaginable?! Nawh! At least they'll be able to figure out what to do, together ~insert adolescent giggles here~ Anyway, please review, and the next chapter will be up as soon as I get to it, which probably won't be long, hehe ^_~
(I hope this wasn't too awful. I wrote this at about 11:00 p.m. ~yawn~)
