Author's Note: *sniff* I didn't get any reviews last time... Be grateful I'm posting this anyway.
Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ or any of its characters. Want Mirai Trunks... ::drool::
Meant to Happen
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 1
He was jolted awake as the time machine landed.
The young man climbed out groggily, feeling as though he had been drugged.
He looked around, struggling to keep his eyes open so he could take in his surroundings.
"What..."
The realization that he was falling entered his brain. He closed his eyes and surrendered.
* * *
A young girl, 14 years of age, was taking a walk through the woods. She marveled at the beauty of the trees, the sky, shadows... everything was more beautiful at sunset. Her ebony bangs gently brushed against her forehead as she tilted her head up, closing her eyes and submitting to the calm and serenity of the forest.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by a thud. Her dark eyes opened. Cautious but curious, she tentatively began walking in the direction from where it came.
Emerging from the brush, she gasped. The girl hastened to the young man's side. She cradled his head in her lap.
Pushing a few locks of lavender hair aside, she frowned. "Huh...?"
The youth's eyes fluttered open. The girl was taken aback by the incredible shade of blue they bared.
He stared up at her, and for a brief moment their eyes locked. But, soon his rolled back into his again, and was once again seized by unconsciousness.
Her eyes remained fixed on his face. "I have to get you help," she whispered to him, but mostly to herself. "I don't know who the hell you are, or why you look like him, but I'm making it my business to find out."
She picked him up, and, throwing him over her shoulder, flew off towards her house.
***
"Otou-san?" she called.
"Yes, Pan?"
"I found this guy in the forest, passed out on the ground. He was near a big yellow... thing, and he looks just like Trunks, but at the same time, diff--"
"Kuso!" Gohan cursed, leaping out of his chair.
"What's going on?" Pan questioned.
"Nevermind that..." Gohan ran over to his daughter. "Quickly, we have to get him to Capsule Corporation!"
"But--"
Gohan took him, cradling the younger man to his chest. "There's no time! Come on!" He ran outside and took off.
Pan, in confusion, followed.
***
Hours later, Trunks awoke to the sound machinery and hubbub. He squinched his eyes against the brightness of the lighting.
When they had adjusted, a face filled his vision. He looked up at her. "...Okaa-san?" he said in amazement.
"Trunks? Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine... but you're dead..."
She frowned at him. "...Huh?"
Trunks looked over at the group of people behind her. One person caught his eye.
"Gohan-sensei? But you're dead too..." He stared at the others. "You all are."
Goku walked over to Bulma. "Bulma? What's he talking about?"
She pulled him aside, presumably out of the boy's earshot. "I believe he's suffering from a touch of amnesia. He thinks he's still in his time."
"But... how?"
She gave a worried glance in her son's direction. "I'm not sure."
"If everyone here is dead, then I must be dead, too. But I don't remember dying..."
"That's it, I've had enough of this crap." Vegeta walked over to the young man. He held him up by his jacket collar, scowling. "What's the matter with you, boy?"
"Vegeta!" Bulma scolded.
"Otou-san?" Trunks looked up at him. "But you're de--"
"Don't give me that! Baka, you're in the past!"
Trunks furrowed his brow. "But I--"
Vegeta set him down, allowing the information seep in.
Bulma stepped forward, purposely smacking Vegeta in the process, who responded with a loud "Hey!"
"To be more accurate, strictly in technical terms, it's more like you're in our time line, but at the same time, in your future. So, to make a long explanation short, you're in our dimension."
Trunks lay there in shock, the flood of memories crashing into him. He felt tears well up in his eyes. "...Okaa-san..."
Bulma sat down on the edge of the hospital bed and held him as the they rolled down his cheeks. She smoothed his hair. "What happened?"
"I-- she-- we were rebuilding the city," he began, slightly hiccuping, his breath ragged. "I went out to get some supplies for her, but-- but when I got back-- she-- she was-- a piece of the building-- fell on top of her-- and she was-- oh Kami, I can't even say it..."
Vegeta silently scoffed at the pitiful show of emotion, but deep down, he began to hurt ever so slightly.
Bulma cradled the young man she held in her arms. So much like the boy she had, but this time's Trunks was too much like his father; his arrogance had almost no limitation. But this one... he was more like herself. She wondered if, in time, she would favor him over her real son...
******
Hehe, to be continued. Well, I didn't get any reviews last time, but maybe I will this time? Please? PLEASE? Need reviews!
Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ or any of its characters. Want Mirai Trunks... ::drool::
Meant to Happen
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 1
He was jolted awake as the time machine landed.
The young man climbed out groggily, feeling as though he had been drugged.
He looked around, struggling to keep his eyes open so he could take in his surroundings.
"What..."
The realization that he was falling entered his brain. He closed his eyes and surrendered.
* * *
A young girl, 14 years of age, was taking a walk through the woods. She marveled at the beauty of the trees, the sky, shadows... everything was more beautiful at sunset. Her ebony bangs gently brushed against her forehead as she tilted her head up, closing her eyes and submitting to the calm and serenity of the forest.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by a thud. Her dark eyes opened. Cautious but curious, she tentatively began walking in the direction from where it came.
Emerging from the brush, she gasped. The girl hastened to the young man's side. She cradled his head in her lap.
Pushing a few locks of lavender hair aside, she frowned. "Huh...?"
The youth's eyes fluttered open. The girl was taken aback by the incredible shade of blue they bared.
He stared up at her, and for a brief moment their eyes locked. But, soon his rolled back into his again, and was once again seized by unconsciousness.
Her eyes remained fixed on his face. "I have to get you help," she whispered to him, but mostly to herself. "I don't know who the hell you are, or why you look like him, but I'm making it my business to find out."
She picked him up, and, throwing him over her shoulder, flew off towards her house.
***
"Otou-san?" she called.
"Yes, Pan?"
"I found this guy in the forest, passed out on the ground. He was near a big yellow... thing, and he looks just like Trunks, but at the same time, diff--"
"Kuso!" Gohan cursed, leaping out of his chair.
"What's going on?" Pan questioned.
"Nevermind that..." Gohan ran over to his daughter. "Quickly, we have to get him to Capsule Corporation!"
"But--"
Gohan took him, cradling the younger man to his chest. "There's no time! Come on!" He ran outside and took off.
Pan, in confusion, followed.
***
Hours later, Trunks awoke to the sound machinery and hubbub. He squinched his eyes against the brightness of the lighting.
When they had adjusted, a face filled his vision. He looked up at her. "...Okaa-san?" he said in amazement.
"Trunks? Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine... but you're dead..."
She frowned at him. "...Huh?"
Trunks looked over at the group of people behind her. One person caught his eye.
"Gohan-sensei? But you're dead too..." He stared at the others. "You all are."
Goku walked over to Bulma. "Bulma? What's he talking about?"
She pulled him aside, presumably out of the boy's earshot. "I believe he's suffering from a touch of amnesia. He thinks he's still in his time."
"But... how?"
She gave a worried glance in her son's direction. "I'm not sure."
"If everyone here is dead, then I must be dead, too. But I don't remember dying..."
"That's it, I've had enough of this crap." Vegeta walked over to the young man. He held him up by his jacket collar, scowling. "What's the matter with you, boy?"
"Vegeta!" Bulma scolded.
"Otou-san?" Trunks looked up at him. "But you're de--"
"Don't give me that! Baka, you're in the past!"
Trunks furrowed his brow. "But I--"
Vegeta set him down, allowing the information seep in.
Bulma stepped forward, purposely smacking Vegeta in the process, who responded with a loud "Hey!"
"To be more accurate, strictly in technical terms, it's more like you're in our time line, but at the same time, in your future. So, to make a long explanation short, you're in our dimension."
Trunks lay there in shock, the flood of memories crashing into him. He felt tears well up in his eyes. "...Okaa-san..."
Bulma sat down on the edge of the hospital bed and held him as the they rolled down his cheeks. She smoothed his hair. "What happened?"
"I-- she-- we were rebuilding the city," he began, slightly hiccuping, his breath ragged. "I went out to get some supplies for her, but-- but when I got back-- she-- she was-- a piece of the building-- fell on top of her-- and she was-- oh Kami, I can't even say it..."
Vegeta silently scoffed at the pitiful show of emotion, but deep down, he began to hurt ever so slightly.
Bulma cradled the young man she held in her arms. So much like the boy she had, but this time's Trunks was too much like his father; his arrogance had almost no limitation. But this one... he was more like herself. She wondered if, in time, she would favor him over her real son...
******
Hehe, to be continued. Well, I didn't get any reviews last time, but maybe I will this time? Please? PLEASE? Need reviews!