I promised myself i'd have this chappy up by the holidays,but the computer
memory went bung, I think its fixed now though, if ur reading this it is,
i've been having to writ this on and off for the past week or 2, ive been
soo busy, if any of u guys goes or has ever been to high school, well youll
know how busy you can get, right? yup, i mean, they made us climb up a
moutin!!! and walk around outside while it hailed (bio camp), but at least,
now its holidays,i now have TIME !!! and can go buy those dbz easter eggs
they're selling somewhere, and the dbz drinkbottle at pack n save, and the
Trunks socks at the wharehouse, and... oh yea the dbz hakie saks at burgur
king, YAHHH ITS TAKING OVER!!! (yes im quite mad, hadn't you realised???)
ok deap breaths (me not u) ok ur probably not reading this anyway, so ill
stop babling and on with the chapter
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"Baka" Bra mumbled to herself, at herself "Baka baka baka". She sat on her bed, looking down at her feet that were swaying sightly back and forth just above the floor, they were blocky blurred shapes in they darkness. It was somewhere between one and two in the morning, the night after the Dragon, and Bra had locked herself in her room the moment she returned, not leaving for anything, and it took something pretty big to make a sayajin -even a half sayajin- to miss a meal. She was still beating herself up from messing up the wording of the wishes. Every hour, sometimes less, Bulma or Trunks or Pan would knock on the door and try to talk her out, usually aided by the smell of food, which was probably fed to Goku or Vegita, once Bra had -once more- rejected it, Bulma had even threatened to take the hinges off the door.
"Baka" Bra said again, raising her head to look at the sky out her open window. The cloud was quite low, illuminated with the lights of the city, yellow and grey, and patches of deep black showed through the gaps, Bra could see the hint of starlight in the endless black, then lowered her head again, thinking she probably didn't really deserve to see the stars. A small, cold puff of night air blew through the curtains and teased her hair. "Go away" Bra muttered. The wind ignored her, and continued to blow about her hair. *This room is driving me nuts, I need a good long fly* Bra thought, getting to her feet and climbing through the window. Silent, she took off into the night.
Vegita watched his daughter, a dark shape against the patchy dark sky, and wondered if he should follow her. He watched for a moment from the large window of the bedroom, listening to Bulmas light snore. He decided against going back to bed, humans slept too much anyway, and he was already dressed for training, and, climbing out the window, followed her. He kept his ki hidden, as he had done for the most part of the last half year, when he disappeared 'training' to follow her. Vegita knew she was on some sort of personal mission, so had not tried to stop her, but didn't really know, didn't have a clue, why she had made the wishes that she did. And thought maybe now was the time to find out, seeing as she'd locked herself in her room. He followed her for what seemed like hours, and probably was, flying aimlessly round the mountains. And touched down when she did, silently, behind her.
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Trunks raced down the hall toward the kitchen, feet barely touching the ground before they left again. He knew what he was going to do, he was going to burst into the kitchen, and beat the living crap out of the android whose cold metal hand was tightening round his mothers throat.
But as he entered the kitchen, all that changed.
Seventeen had his hand clamped round Bulma neck, holding her just off the floor. Her legs were swinging madly, kicking against his legs but having no effect. Trunks froze when he saw her; there was blood on her neck, and suddenly he knew he had to get her out of there, and would come back for the android.
With the yell of anger he'd been holding back as he stunned Eighteen, he rammed into Seventeens stomach with his head. Seventeen reeled in surprise from the attack of the boy who he though was practically dead, and let go of Bulma, who went flying across the room and landed uncomfortable half in the sink. Before Seventeen could regain his posture enough to fight, Trunks had grabbed Bulma round the waist and disappeared out the hole in the wall made when Chichi had been murdered.
Bulma came out of her half dazed state to find herself being carried through the air by a pair of strong arms, and for the first moment before she opened her eyes, she thought if was #17, screamed and kicked out. Trunks nearly dropped her as her high pitched scream burst into his ears, but had the sense not to, and put his hand over her mouth instead. Bulma stopped struggling;Â whoever held her was not going to hurt her, she knew -How?- she didn't know, but was sure she was in no danger. Opening her eyes, she blinked in the white-grey light of the rain clouds, and whispered, in awe 'Vegita?'
"Kaasan, it's me, Trunks" Still super Sayajin, still flying at such a speed that Bulma had to close her eyes again, and screw up her face against the rain pelting against her skin.
"You're okay" She said, half statement, half question.
"Yes" He said, and looked back.
Seventeen was following them, pissed off at Trunks having been faster than him, if only for a second, and an even more pissed off Eighteen was just behind him. Trunks said no more; putting all his strength into his speed.
Seventeen reached him first, then Eighteen, they flanked him and Bulma, one on each side, and grinned like nothing could stop them now, it probably couldn't, but Trunks was determined to try. He dropped suddenly, heading fast towards the ground, and began to dodge among the long empty buildings, knowing the androids wanted to kill him personally, and wouldn't risk killing him by destroying the whole city. He wasn't worried about himself, but he wouldn't let them get Bulma, and so had no choice but to run. He hated it, but at least they stood a chance down here.
Or not.
They were as fast and agile as he was, could dodge and turn, and seemed to read his mind as to which way he was about to go. But where else could he go?
~Here~
*What?* Thought Trunks *Did I just hear that?*
~Over here~
*No way, I'm losing it*
~No you are not. Trunks, Left!~
Trunks swerved left into an alleyway, so sudden that his pursuers took the tiniest fraction of a second to follow, just enough time for Trunks to see the Woman standing in front of him, and dodge just enough so he wouldn't smash headfirst into her. She reached out, grabbed his arm...
And when Seventeen and Eighteen turned the corner, they were gone.
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Normal Timeline
Bra turned to face her father, looking slightly shocked, she hadn't had the presence of mind to see if anyone had been following her. "Why did you follow me?" She asked
Vegita shrugged "Why did you come?"
"Don't answer a question with a question"
"Why not?"
Bra sighed, sat the lay down, watching the sky. "You knew where I was all the time didn't you?"
"Of course" How could the Prince of all Sayajins be expected to do otherwise.
"So I guess you know why"
Vegita didn't say anything, Bra took at as a no, but turned her head to look at him, puzzled. Vegita shifted his weight onto the other foot, and leaned against a tree.
"Well that's what I'm here to find out"
"Oh, umm, well..." Bra tried to think where to start "There have been these, oh-" she was cut of as Something, Someone materialised two feet from her face, Bra sat up in shock, but Vegita had already lunged for him, and missed.
~I mean you no harm, Prince of the Sayajins, you nor your daughter~
Vegita stopped, fists still clenched shut, and a frown, more confused than the usual one, appeared on his face, before he could say anything, the male figure reached down a hand to Bra.
~Take it. Come with me~
"She's not going anywhere with you!" said Vegita, moving between them. Bra scrambled up, one hand on her fathers shoulder.
"Otousan, wait" She said, recognising the long green cloak hanging off the males shoulders in rich thick folds.
"Why?" He demanded, Bra ignored him, moving towards the figure, she took his outstretched hand, tentatively, and felt a tug, as if she was being pulled somewhere, but it was a gentle pull, personal, as if from a close friend. She knew something Dreamlike was happening, and trusted it.
Vegita didn't, he reached out and grabbed his daughters forearm the second before she disappeared, and then the warm tugging sensation enclosed over him, too.
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Bulma looked round herself, sitting on a small hillock as the sun went down -golden orange, pinks, reds, every bright colour imaginable- the warmest, most comforting sky she'd seen for years. She blinked, but she was still sitting in the same place, Trunks standing nearby, also watching the sun go down, and the Female -white dress orange in the splendid light- standing just a little way off.
Bulmas hands were warm where she held the small gift the Woman had given her, warm as if they had never experienced the cold -an outright lie, but a pleasant one- Bulma dared to peek at the, err, 'thing' held in her hands, she opened them just slightly, and a sweet white light shone through the gaps in her fingers. Bulma clenched her hands shut again, feeling somewhat guilty
~There is no need to feel guilty Bulma. You have been given a gift. And it is not truly a gift. For it was yours before, I merely retuned it to you~
Bulma sighed, she was not used to this strange way of talking this 'Woman' -if she was even human at all- posessed. "I just wish I knew what it was" said Bulma speaking to her hands.
~It is an idea. A wish made for you~
Bulma shook her head, more in amazement at the chain of unexplainable events that had taken place over the last hour. Was it only an hour? No. It was shorter than that. She looked over at Trunks, so happy so see him standing, alive and well. Alive, thank Kami.
~Yes~ Said the Woman, if 'said' was the right word.
Bulma shook her head again, and spoke to the Woman "You haven't finished explaining. How can an idea, a wish, be, be...?" Bulmas search for the right word failed.
~I thought you were a genius Bulma~ Gods, was that sarcasm? A sense of humour was the last thing Bulma had been expecting. The Woman kept 'speaking'. ~The concept is similar to that of the Dragonballs. If a Dragon is able to be symbolised by seven Dragonballs, then one of its wishes is able to be symbolised and held within a sphere of light~
Bulma nodded "you're saying that I'm holding in my hands and actual wish from the Dragon?"
~Yes~
"But how? The Dragon died when Kami did, didn't he?"
~Yes. But a wish was made, two wishes, Trunks was given one, so were you, although It was lost in the tumult and chaos in your kitchen. When we are gone, consume the light, then you will understand. Now if you will permit yourself to wait, We will explain further~
*We?* Thought Bulma. *Wait for what?*
She was answered when the air to the left of Trunks seemed to take on a liquid state, shimmered in the golden light, and opened up, letting through a girl, about Trunks's age, Bulma guessed, a male that looked as mysteries as the Woman, and...Vegita? Bulma stood up abruptly, staring, then walked over to him.
"Vegita? Is it... Is it really you?" She said softly, one of her hands on the side of his face. "It is" Then Bulma did something she never done before, and was always glad of never having done it; she fainted.
Vegita caught her in his arms, unleashing Bra from his grip as he did so. Bra rushed up to Trunks and flung her arms round his neck. "You're okay, you're alive!"
Trunks, unused to this treatment, blushed slightly and said "Uh, yeah, I am"
"I'm so sorry" Bra said, still attached to him "I'm soo soo sorry"
"What for? You saved my life, and Kaasan's, I heard the wish you made"
"But I..."
"Don't Bra, don't apologise, everything will work out, even if all this..." He swept his hand across the hill they stood on, past the sun and over the small group of people standing -mostly- on it "...Is too much to understand. We'll live to see another day, thanks to you"
Bra pulled her head away from his chest, and smiled up at him. Her eyes were bright with what could have been tears yet unshed, and her smile was genuinely happy. Together they turned round to see Bulma had come to, and Vegita was threatening the Pools Guardians.
~...your children will explain about the pool after we are gone~ The Male was saying, this had no effect whatsoever on Vegita, the vein on his forehead was threatening to pop out.
"Otusan please, listen to them, yes i will explain everthing, or all that i can, but for now just calm down, They bought us all here for a reason, whitch i am sure they will explain, after they tell me where they are going, won't you?" The last few of Bra's words were directed at the Gardiens. Vegitas vein stopped popping, and he would of leaned agains the nearest tree, but for Bulma still hanging of his arm.
~Yes~ Said the Female ~Now that our perpose is fullfilled, we are no longer needed, we will travel through the dimensions untill we are needed again~
"What exactly was your purpose?" Interrupted Bra.
~Kami created us when He forsaw his death at the hands of the andriods, He gave us the power to bind two souls Dreams together, so that our world, Trunks's world, could be saved. We created the Pool as a setting for these Dreams. Trunks and Bra were chosen because they share the same blood. The Dreams have created a Bond between them. It is the truth that when Trunks almost drowned in the Waters of the Pool -so rough because of the strengh of his anger and sadness at Gohans death- he was only alive because Bra was. And as Bra was trapped under the many layers of rocks, she found the strengh to keep on breathing because Trunks was. Our purpose was to guide them in such a way that our world would be saved, that we have done, now we leave you.~
There was a soft silence as everyone digested this information. Bulma storing it away in her mind untill she got the rest of the story, but Bra and Trunks understood, mostly.
"Two questions" said Trunks "First, why haven't we seen you before?"
~We were not permitted to interfere. Only to guide~
Vegita snorted "What do you call this?" Indicating to thier current surroundings
"Yeah, thats my second question, why bring us here?" Asked Trunks
~For Bra. She has saved our world. For her peace of mind she needed to know she did not 'screw up' the wishes~
"Thank you" said Bra
~Farewell~ 'said' the Woman, nodding and vanishing
~Farewell~ The Male echoed, and vanishing after his Sister.
"Oh great, now how are we supposed to get home?" Vegita rolled his eyes.
~The same way you came~ The shimmering liquid-air portal was still there, at the zenith of the smal hill. ~You have untill the sun sets to say goodbye~
They had just under half an hour to talk, Trunks and Bra, through fits and starts, tried to explain all they could about the Dream. How Trunks had been haivng it for just under a year, but Bra had been haivng since she was three. How the Vegita that Bulma was still holding on to was not the one she had lost so many years ago. And as the sun finaaly set they said their goodbyes -Both Trunks and Bra knowing that now the Gaurdiens had gone, so had their time togather in the Dreams- Their parting was particually hard, and Bulma hated seeing Vegita go again, watching him follow a tearfull Bra thruogh the portal.
As the mother and son made their way through the liquid-air portal -if felt a little like water as well, cool and smooth- they found themselves in the alleyway they had escaped from what seemed like years before. It was dark, the first stars shining through the darkness, and a little light from Bulma's hand shone though.
*Consume it* Though Bulma *How do you eat light* Trunks watched her in interest, wondering what the wish was. Bulma held out her hand for ages, so long Trunks was slightly dancing from one foot to the other with impatience before she held it up to her mouth and swallowed.
And for a while, nothing happened.
Then Bulma, kneeling in the dust covering the ground, drew an oval in the dust, then added supports so it could stand up, and a small button near the bottom to put it back into its capsule. She threw her haid back at the sky and laughed, laughed with happyness. She saw the confused look on Trunks's face, jumped up and hugged him. "Its a Time Machine Trunks! A Time Machine!" Trunks half understood, and was happy.
"Come on Trunks" Bulma said, taking his hand and half walked half danced back in the direction of Capsule Corp. "We've got work to do"
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A/NÂ Â Doncha just love a happy ending??? yes thats the end, i think, i might be tempted to do an epilouge ( i think thats what they're called) Ive just been finishing it off while watching dbz, ARRRGGG!!! cell just.. and Trunks, so sad, so anrgy at cell, ahh ive gotta go find a fork and maul something green, excuse me...
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"Baka" Bra mumbled to herself, at herself "Baka baka baka". She sat on her bed, looking down at her feet that were swaying sightly back and forth just above the floor, they were blocky blurred shapes in they darkness. It was somewhere between one and two in the morning, the night after the Dragon, and Bra had locked herself in her room the moment she returned, not leaving for anything, and it took something pretty big to make a sayajin -even a half sayajin- to miss a meal. She was still beating herself up from messing up the wording of the wishes. Every hour, sometimes less, Bulma or Trunks or Pan would knock on the door and try to talk her out, usually aided by the smell of food, which was probably fed to Goku or Vegita, once Bra had -once more- rejected it, Bulma had even threatened to take the hinges off the door.
"Baka" Bra said again, raising her head to look at the sky out her open window. The cloud was quite low, illuminated with the lights of the city, yellow and grey, and patches of deep black showed through the gaps, Bra could see the hint of starlight in the endless black, then lowered her head again, thinking she probably didn't really deserve to see the stars. A small, cold puff of night air blew through the curtains and teased her hair. "Go away" Bra muttered. The wind ignored her, and continued to blow about her hair. *This room is driving me nuts, I need a good long fly* Bra thought, getting to her feet and climbing through the window. Silent, she took off into the night.
Vegita watched his daughter, a dark shape against the patchy dark sky, and wondered if he should follow her. He watched for a moment from the large window of the bedroom, listening to Bulmas light snore. He decided against going back to bed, humans slept too much anyway, and he was already dressed for training, and, climbing out the window, followed her. He kept his ki hidden, as he had done for the most part of the last half year, when he disappeared 'training' to follow her. Vegita knew she was on some sort of personal mission, so had not tried to stop her, but didn't really know, didn't have a clue, why she had made the wishes that she did. And thought maybe now was the time to find out, seeing as she'd locked herself in her room. He followed her for what seemed like hours, and probably was, flying aimlessly round the mountains. And touched down when she did, silently, behind her.
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Trunks raced down the hall toward the kitchen, feet barely touching the ground before they left again. He knew what he was going to do, he was going to burst into the kitchen, and beat the living crap out of the android whose cold metal hand was tightening round his mothers throat.
But as he entered the kitchen, all that changed.
Seventeen had his hand clamped round Bulma neck, holding her just off the floor. Her legs were swinging madly, kicking against his legs but having no effect. Trunks froze when he saw her; there was blood on her neck, and suddenly he knew he had to get her out of there, and would come back for the android.
With the yell of anger he'd been holding back as he stunned Eighteen, he rammed into Seventeens stomach with his head. Seventeen reeled in surprise from the attack of the boy who he though was practically dead, and let go of Bulma, who went flying across the room and landed uncomfortable half in the sink. Before Seventeen could regain his posture enough to fight, Trunks had grabbed Bulma round the waist and disappeared out the hole in the wall made when Chichi had been murdered.
Bulma came out of her half dazed state to find herself being carried through the air by a pair of strong arms, and for the first moment before she opened her eyes, she thought if was #17, screamed and kicked out. Trunks nearly dropped her as her high pitched scream burst into his ears, but had the sense not to, and put his hand over her mouth instead. Bulma stopped struggling;Â whoever held her was not going to hurt her, she knew -How?- she didn't know, but was sure she was in no danger. Opening her eyes, she blinked in the white-grey light of the rain clouds, and whispered, in awe 'Vegita?'
"Kaasan, it's me, Trunks" Still super Sayajin, still flying at such a speed that Bulma had to close her eyes again, and screw up her face against the rain pelting against her skin.
"You're okay" She said, half statement, half question.
"Yes" He said, and looked back.
Seventeen was following them, pissed off at Trunks having been faster than him, if only for a second, and an even more pissed off Eighteen was just behind him. Trunks said no more; putting all his strength into his speed.
Seventeen reached him first, then Eighteen, they flanked him and Bulma, one on each side, and grinned like nothing could stop them now, it probably couldn't, but Trunks was determined to try. He dropped suddenly, heading fast towards the ground, and began to dodge among the long empty buildings, knowing the androids wanted to kill him personally, and wouldn't risk killing him by destroying the whole city. He wasn't worried about himself, but he wouldn't let them get Bulma, and so had no choice but to run. He hated it, but at least they stood a chance down here.
Or not.
They were as fast and agile as he was, could dodge and turn, and seemed to read his mind as to which way he was about to go. But where else could he go?
~Here~
*What?* Thought Trunks *Did I just hear that?*
~Over here~
*No way, I'm losing it*
~No you are not. Trunks, Left!~
Trunks swerved left into an alleyway, so sudden that his pursuers took the tiniest fraction of a second to follow, just enough time for Trunks to see the Woman standing in front of him, and dodge just enough so he wouldn't smash headfirst into her. She reached out, grabbed his arm...
And when Seventeen and Eighteen turned the corner, they were gone.
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Normal Timeline
Bra turned to face her father, looking slightly shocked, she hadn't had the presence of mind to see if anyone had been following her. "Why did you follow me?" She asked
Vegita shrugged "Why did you come?"
"Don't answer a question with a question"
"Why not?"
Bra sighed, sat the lay down, watching the sky. "You knew where I was all the time didn't you?"
"Of course" How could the Prince of all Sayajins be expected to do otherwise.
"So I guess you know why"
Vegita didn't say anything, Bra took at as a no, but turned her head to look at him, puzzled. Vegita shifted his weight onto the other foot, and leaned against a tree.
"Well that's what I'm here to find out"
"Oh, umm, well..." Bra tried to think where to start "There have been these, oh-" she was cut of as Something, Someone materialised two feet from her face, Bra sat up in shock, but Vegita had already lunged for him, and missed.
~I mean you no harm, Prince of the Sayajins, you nor your daughter~
Vegita stopped, fists still clenched shut, and a frown, more confused than the usual one, appeared on his face, before he could say anything, the male figure reached down a hand to Bra.
~Take it. Come with me~
"She's not going anywhere with you!" said Vegita, moving between them. Bra scrambled up, one hand on her fathers shoulder.
"Otousan, wait" She said, recognising the long green cloak hanging off the males shoulders in rich thick folds.
"Why?" He demanded, Bra ignored him, moving towards the figure, she took his outstretched hand, tentatively, and felt a tug, as if she was being pulled somewhere, but it was a gentle pull, personal, as if from a close friend. She knew something Dreamlike was happening, and trusted it.
Vegita didn't, he reached out and grabbed his daughters forearm the second before she disappeared, and then the warm tugging sensation enclosed over him, too.
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Bulma looked round herself, sitting on a small hillock as the sun went down -golden orange, pinks, reds, every bright colour imaginable- the warmest, most comforting sky she'd seen for years. She blinked, but she was still sitting in the same place, Trunks standing nearby, also watching the sun go down, and the Female -white dress orange in the splendid light- standing just a little way off.
Bulmas hands were warm where she held the small gift the Woman had given her, warm as if they had never experienced the cold -an outright lie, but a pleasant one- Bulma dared to peek at the, err, 'thing' held in her hands, she opened them just slightly, and a sweet white light shone through the gaps in her fingers. Bulma clenched her hands shut again, feeling somewhat guilty
~There is no need to feel guilty Bulma. You have been given a gift. And it is not truly a gift. For it was yours before, I merely retuned it to you~
Bulma sighed, she was not used to this strange way of talking this 'Woman' -if she was even human at all- posessed. "I just wish I knew what it was" said Bulma speaking to her hands.
~It is an idea. A wish made for you~
Bulma shook her head, more in amazement at the chain of unexplainable events that had taken place over the last hour. Was it only an hour? No. It was shorter than that. She looked over at Trunks, so happy so see him standing, alive and well. Alive, thank Kami.
~Yes~ Said the Woman, if 'said' was the right word.
Bulma shook her head again, and spoke to the Woman "You haven't finished explaining. How can an idea, a wish, be, be...?" Bulmas search for the right word failed.
~I thought you were a genius Bulma~ Gods, was that sarcasm? A sense of humour was the last thing Bulma had been expecting. The Woman kept 'speaking'. ~The concept is similar to that of the Dragonballs. If a Dragon is able to be symbolised by seven Dragonballs, then one of its wishes is able to be symbolised and held within a sphere of light~
Bulma nodded "you're saying that I'm holding in my hands and actual wish from the Dragon?"
~Yes~
"But how? The Dragon died when Kami did, didn't he?"
~Yes. But a wish was made, two wishes, Trunks was given one, so were you, although It was lost in the tumult and chaos in your kitchen. When we are gone, consume the light, then you will understand. Now if you will permit yourself to wait, We will explain further~
*We?* Thought Bulma. *Wait for what?*
She was answered when the air to the left of Trunks seemed to take on a liquid state, shimmered in the golden light, and opened up, letting through a girl, about Trunks's age, Bulma guessed, a male that looked as mysteries as the Woman, and...Vegita? Bulma stood up abruptly, staring, then walked over to him.
"Vegita? Is it... Is it really you?" She said softly, one of her hands on the side of his face. "It is" Then Bulma did something she never done before, and was always glad of never having done it; she fainted.
Vegita caught her in his arms, unleashing Bra from his grip as he did so. Bra rushed up to Trunks and flung her arms round his neck. "You're okay, you're alive!"
Trunks, unused to this treatment, blushed slightly and said "Uh, yeah, I am"
"I'm so sorry" Bra said, still attached to him "I'm soo soo sorry"
"What for? You saved my life, and Kaasan's, I heard the wish you made"
"But I..."
"Don't Bra, don't apologise, everything will work out, even if all this..." He swept his hand across the hill they stood on, past the sun and over the small group of people standing -mostly- on it "...Is too much to understand. We'll live to see another day, thanks to you"
Bra pulled her head away from his chest, and smiled up at him. Her eyes were bright with what could have been tears yet unshed, and her smile was genuinely happy. Together they turned round to see Bulma had come to, and Vegita was threatening the Pools Guardians.
~...your children will explain about the pool after we are gone~ The Male was saying, this had no effect whatsoever on Vegita, the vein on his forehead was threatening to pop out.
"Otusan please, listen to them, yes i will explain everthing, or all that i can, but for now just calm down, They bought us all here for a reason, whitch i am sure they will explain, after they tell me where they are going, won't you?" The last few of Bra's words were directed at the Gardiens. Vegitas vein stopped popping, and he would of leaned agains the nearest tree, but for Bulma still hanging of his arm.
~Yes~ Said the Female ~Now that our perpose is fullfilled, we are no longer needed, we will travel through the dimensions untill we are needed again~
"What exactly was your purpose?" Interrupted Bra.
~Kami created us when He forsaw his death at the hands of the andriods, He gave us the power to bind two souls Dreams together, so that our world, Trunks's world, could be saved. We created the Pool as a setting for these Dreams. Trunks and Bra were chosen because they share the same blood. The Dreams have created a Bond between them. It is the truth that when Trunks almost drowned in the Waters of the Pool -so rough because of the strengh of his anger and sadness at Gohans death- he was only alive because Bra was. And as Bra was trapped under the many layers of rocks, she found the strengh to keep on breathing because Trunks was. Our purpose was to guide them in such a way that our world would be saved, that we have done, now we leave you.~
There was a soft silence as everyone digested this information. Bulma storing it away in her mind untill she got the rest of the story, but Bra and Trunks understood, mostly.
"Two questions" said Trunks "First, why haven't we seen you before?"
~We were not permitted to interfere. Only to guide~
Vegita snorted "What do you call this?" Indicating to thier current surroundings
"Yeah, thats my second question, why bring us here?" Asked Trunks
~For Bra. She has saved our world. For her peace of mind she needed to know she did not 'screw up' the wishes~
"Thank you" said Bra
~Farewell~ 'said' the Woman, nodding and vanishing
~Farewell~ The Male echoed, and vanishing after his Sister.
"Oh great, now how are we supposed to get home?" Vegita rolled his eyes.
~The same way you came~ The shimmering liquid-air portal was still there, at the zenith of the smal hill. ~You have untill the sun sets to say goodbye~
They had just under half an hour to talk, Trunks and Bra, through fits and starts, tried to explain all they could about the Dream. How Trunks had been haivng it for just under a year, but Bra had been haivng since she was three. How the Vegita that Bulma was still holding on to was not the one she had lost so many years ago. And as the sun finaaly set they said their goodbyes -Both Trunks and Bra knowing that now the Gaurdiens had gone, so had their time togather in the Dreams- Their parting was particually hard, and Bulma hated seeing Vegita go again, watching him follow a tearfull Bra thruogh the portal.
As the mother and son made their way through the liquid-air portal -if felt a little like water as well, cool and smooth- they found themselves in the alleyway they had escaped from what seemed like years before. It was dark, the first stars shining through the darkness, and a little light from Bulma's hand shone though.
*Consume it* Though Bulma *How do you eat light* Trunks watched her in interest, wondering what the wish was. Bulma held out her hand for ages, so long Trunks was slightly dancing from one foot to the other with impatience before she held it up to her mouth and swallowed.
And for a while, nothing happened.
Then Bulma, kneeling in the dust covering the ground, drew an oval in the dust, then added supports so it could stand up, and a small button near the bottom to put it back into its capsule. She threw her haid back at the sky and laughed, laughed with happyness. She saw the confused look on Trunks's face, jumped up and hugged him. "Its a Time Machine Trunks! A Time Machine!" Trunks half understood, and was happy.
"Come on Trunks" Bulma said, taking his hand and half walked half danced back in the direction of Capsule Corp. "We've got work to do"
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A/NÂ Â Doncha just love a happy ending??? yes thats the end, i think, i might be tempted to do an epilouge ( i think thats what they're called) Ive just been finishing it off while watching dbz, ARRRGGG!!! cell just.. and Trunks, so sad, so anrgy at cell, ahh ive gotta go find a fork and maul something green, excuse me...