Chapter6, we are ever so slowly approaching lucky number 7.
I'm sorry for having my last two chapters so short, I'll try to make up for it in this chapter.
I'll omit I'm making this story up as I go alone, I have a faint idea of what's going to happen next. (I need another boring Italian lesson to figure it all out)
As you can tell in my story I've made Trunks a lot like Vegeta. And he has to be since Vegeta was the only parent Trunks ever knew.
Studies show that the longer you live with your parents, the more you become like them (Scary)
From now on my story is rated PG13, for violence and very slight course language.
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The tree made a loud crack as it feel to the forest floor. The hole where Trunks had pounded his fist through was clearly visible. He moved onto the next tree.
Why, why did he let that little bitch get away? Any reasonable fighter would have ended it there and then, but no he had to stand back and mock her.
What angered him the most was the fact that it was the exact same thing his father would have done. Trunks had vowed to himself that he wouldn't grow up to be anything like his father. But no matter how much he tried, he could never manage to keep that vow.
His fist went through the tenth tree he'd killed in the last ten minutes. He didn't have Gohan's gentle nature, he didn't have Gohan's love for all living things. Trunks wasn't a killing machine, but what was alive and what was dead didn't really mean anything to him. He had spent most his childhood listening to Gohan rave on about the forest, and the animals. Then going home to have his father say that if he had the chance he'd just wipe them all out of existence.
Anyway he had to vent his rage out on something, it was either the trees or half the planet.
He paused to catch his breath. He knew there was absolutely no chance that she wouldn't be back, she didn't look like the sort of person that could easily except defeat
Trunks calmed himself, he took a look around at all the fallen trees. This was what he was talking about, just like his father, he had to go off and destroy something every time he was full of rage.
He counted the trees, there were at least twenty. He'd get a lecture from Gohan if he ever found out about this. Like Goku had, Gohan believed that the forests should be treated sacred.
Trunks looked down at his watch, it was time he got out of the forest and went home to train.
* * *
Bra could hear the hum of the artificial gravity chamber. This room had been one of her mothers many inventions.
For the entire day Bra had done nothing but train here, she had to improve drastically to beat Vegeta's son. Her defeat on Earth stung, it had caused more damage to her pride then it had to her body.
Bra practiced a series of kicks, she could finally use her legs again. That basterd on Earth didn't just paralysed them, he had broken her spine completely. Thank god for the rejuvenation tanks. Even at this moment she could visualise herself beating the hell out of the one person that had defeated her
There was a bang on the gravity room door. Bra ignored it. The banging continued, this time louder.
After five minutes Bra caved in and opened door. One of Freeza's personal servants stood before her.
"What!" she was extremely annoyed.
The servant remained calm. "Freeza wishes to see you."
"Tell him I'm busy," she made an attempt to shut the door but the servant grabbed it, and prevented it from shutting.
"Freeza wishes to see you now," he empathised the word now.
"Fine!" she walked out and slammed the door behind her.
* * *
Freeza looked out into space through his window, looking out at space was becoming a hobby for him. Space was endless, just like his life.
He had personally sent someone a day ago to ask Bra what happened on Earth. He was angered at the fact that Vegeta was no more, probably ended his own miserable existence. Vegeta had always been hard to kill. He did question the way Bra was beaten though, he would prefer to hear it from her own mouth.
The doors banged open behind him, he turned round to see Bra looking extremely annoyed.
"Why have you called me here?" there was a tone of rudeness in her voice.
"Now listen girl, don't you use that tongue with me!" he spat.
Bra growled and went down on her knees. "Lord and master Freeza if I may ask, why have you called me here," there was a faint note of sarcasm.
Freeza smiled, for a second there he was beginning to suspect that she was slowly developing Vegeta's rebellions nature.
"I have some questions for you."
"Yes," all she wanted to do was to tell Freeza to go screw himself. She hated being asked continuous questions.
"Why couldn't you bring me Vegeta?" he spat.
"Sir you've already sent someone to ask those questions."
"True, but I would prefer to hear it from the primary source."
"Because Vegeta is dead and....." Freeza cut her off.
"If Vegeta is dead, then why did you return unconscious?"
She gritted her teeth. "Because lord Freeza, a pone my arrival I was confronted by a young man who claimed to be Vegeta's son."
"How do you know this is true?"
"I don't, but he was capable of turning Super Saiyan, which means he had to be at least part Saiyan," she felt as if Freeza didn't stop his questions soon she'd have one of her little out bursts of rage.
Bra's words confirmed Freeza's theory, Vegeta did in fact have a child before Bra. If he hadn't heard it from her own mouth he would have never believed it. He cursed Zarbon for being so careless as to not check for any offspring when he took Vegeta's whore away. If the green man wasn't already dead he would have him killed this very second. He was tempted to tell Bra that the one person who beat her was in fact her older brother, just to see the look on her face.
Bra looked up at Freeza, he was lost in thought again, a sight that was becoming more and more common with him. Her theory was that once you become immortal you've pretty much done everything there is to do, and the only thing left is to slowly burry yourself deeper and deeper into your own mind till you finally go insane.
"Can I go now?" Bra's words snapped Freeza out of thought.
"You are dismissed," he turned back to watching space out his window.
Bra turned around and left, to be truthful working for Freeza wasn't as fun as it used to be.
* * *
"My name is Bulma?....I come from?......" Bulma continued to rack her brains out. To be honest she hated the fact of not knowing who she was or where she came from, more now then 15 years ago.
It were times like these when she had nothing to do, that she tried to remember. Freeza had told her after she had had her mind wiped, the she had come begging to him. He told her how she had begged them to make her forget her past life so that she could start fresh. But no matter how much Freeza kept telling her that she didn't want to remember, Bulma couldn't shake way the urge to know.
"The father of my daughter is?...."
The door to her room slammed open, Bra stormed in.
"Well aren't you in a good mood," Bulma commented sarcasticly.
"Shut up," Bra flopped herself down on the bed opposite Bulma's and began to sulk. The living quarters she shared with her mother were small, and consisted of three rooms. A bathroom, a kitchen, and a bedroom.
Bulma waited a few minutes for Bra to calm down, before asking one of the questions that were on her mind. "Bra this person you met on Earth, what did he look like?"
Bra turned to face her. "What is it with you people and questions." She paused then continued. "I don't know, he looked older than me, round about twenty maybe. He had this cold expression, and really harsh blue eyes. I don't know his name, he had purple hair and a tan though. And that's about all I can remember."
Bulma nodded
"Why do you ask?" asked Bra.
"No real reason, just curious."
* * *
Trunks clicked on the light switch, the dark living room filled with light. A shiver wend down his spine, like always the room was stone cold. Even though light flooded the room, the pictures that hung on the wall were still shadowed. Trunks walked over too them.
Photo's of his mother, father, grandmother and grandfather stared out at him. Trunks felt uneasy in this room, it was as if the pictures were watching his every move. Looking at them always gave him the urge to cry, but like his father he was too tough to show tears.
In between work he'd been training. Knowing that some where out there that aqua haired teenager was doing the same.
He had talked to Gohan, he couldn't avoid him. Gohan had wanted desperately to know what had happened three days ago. Trunks could tell by the look in his eyes as he talked to Gohan, that he desperately wanted to have been there fighting. Trunks assumed that he cursed the fact that his mother had made him do nothing but study, he couldn't blame him.
Trunks sighed and took one last look at the photo's of his deceased family. He had to stop living in the past and move on.
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Note how I've used more course language than I have in other chapters, I've been influenced by all the R rated stories in my favourites. I'll probably start writing lemons next.
I've spent half an hour last night translating Inu-Yasha manga into English (I cheated and used translation pages) I've got the first four pages of volume 1, in English, in colour. If anyone would like them e-mailed to them, just say so and leave your e-mail in your review. (I am now bribing people into submitting reviews, next thing you know I'll start offering money. *Although I'm not that desperate* )
This chapter wasn't exactly the most exciting one I've written so far, but hey I never said this was an action story. It's an angst/tragedy. The next little chappy should be up by Monday or Tuesday I hope.
Till then
Ciao from Missq.
I'm sorry for having my last two chapters so short, I'll try to make up for it in this chapter.
I'll omit I'm making this story up as I go alone, I have a faint idea of what's going to happen next. (I need another boring Italian lesson to figure it all out)
As you can tell in my story I've made Trunks a lot like Vegeta. And he has to be since Vegeta was the only parent Trunks ever knew.
Studies show that the longer you live with your parents, the more you become like them (Scary)
From now on my story is rated PG13, for violence and very slight course language.
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The tree made a loud crack as it feel to the forest floor. The hole where Trunks had pounded his fist through was clearly visible. He moved onto the next tree.
Why, why did he let that little bitch get away? Any reasonable fighter would have ended it there and then, but no he had to stand back and mock her.
What angered him the most was the fact that it was the exact same thing his father would have done. Trunks had vowed to himself that he wouldn't grow up to be anything like his father. But no matter how much he tried, he could never manage to keep that vow.
His fist went through the tenth tree he'd killed in the last ten minutes. He didn't have Gohan's gentle nature, he didn't have Gohan's love for all living things. Trunks wasn't a killing machine, but what was alive and what was dead didn't really mean anything to him. He had spent most his childhood listening to Gohan rave on about the forest, and the animals. Then going home to have his father say that if he had the chance he'd just wipe them all out of existence.
Anyway he had to vent his rage out on something, it was either the trees or half the planet.
He paused to catch his breath. He knew there was absolutely no chance that she wouldn't be back, she didn't look like the sort of person that could easily except defeat
Trunks calmed himself, he took a look around at all the fallen trees. This was what he was talking about, just like his father, he had to go off and destroy something every time he was full of rage.
He counted the trees, there were at least twenty. He'd get a lecture from Gohan if he ever found out about this. Like Goku had, Gohan believed that the forests should be treated sacred.
Trunks looked down at his watch, it was time he got out of the forest and went home to train.
* * *
Bra could hear the hum of the artificial gravity chamber. This room had been one of her mothers many inventions.
For the entire day Bra had done nothing but train here, she had to improve drastically to beat Vegeta's son. Her defeat on Earth stung, it had caused more damage to her pride then it had to her body.
Bra practiced a series of kicks, she could finally use her legs again. That basterd on Earth didn't just paralysed them, he had broken her spine completely. Thank god for the rejuvenation tanks. Even at this moment she could visualise herself beating the hell out of the one person that had defeated her
There was a bang on the gravity room door. Bra ignored it. The banging continued, this time louder.
After five minutes Bra caved in and opened door. One of Freeza's personal servants stood before her.
"What!" she was extremely annoyed.
The servant remained calm. "Freeza wishes to see you."
"Tell him I'm busy," she made an attempt to shut the door but the servant grabbed it, and prevented it from shutting.
"Freeza wishes to see you now," he empathised the word now.
"Fine!" she walked out and slammed the door behind her.
* * *
Freeza looked out into space through his window, looking out at space was becoming a hobby for him. Space was endless, just like his life.
He had personally sent someone a day ago to ask Bra what happened on Earth. He was angered at the fact that Vegeta was no more, probably ended his own miserable existence. Vegeta had always been hard to kill. He did question the way Bra was beaten though, he would prefer to hear it from her own mouth.
The doors banged open behind him, he turned round to see Bra looking extremely annoyed.
"Why have you called me here?" there was a tone of rudeness in her voice.
"Now listen girl, don't you use that tongue with me!" he spat.
Bra growled and went down on her knees. "Lord and master Freeza if I may ask, why have you called me here," there was a faint note of sarcasm.
Freeza smiled, for a second there he was beginning to suspect that she was slowly developing Vegeta's rebellions nature.
"I have some questions for you."
"Yes," all she wanted to do was to tell Freeza to go screw himself. She hated being asked continuous questions.
"Why couldn't you bring me Vegeta?" he spat.
"Sir you've already sent someone to ask those questions."
"True, but I would prefer to hear it from the primary source."
"Because Vegeta is dead and....." Freeza cut her off.
"If Vegeta is dead, then why did you return unconscious?"
She gritted her teeth. "Because lord Freeza, a pone my arrival I was confronted by a young man who claimed to be Vegeta's son."
"How do you know this is true?"
"I don't, but he was capable of turning Super Saiyan, which means he had to be at least part Saiyan," she felt as if Freeza didn't stop his questions soon she'd have one of her little out bursts of rage.
Bra's words confirmed Freeza's theory, Vegeta did in fact have a child before Bra. If he hadn't heard it from her own mouth he would have never believed it. He cursed Zarbon for being so careless as to not check for any offspring when he took Vegeta's whore away. If the green man wasn't already dead he would have him killed this very second. He was tempted to tell Bra that the one person who beat her was in fact her older brother, just to see the look on her face.
Bra looked up at Freeza, he was lost in thought again, a sight that was becoming more and more common with him. Her theory was that once you become immortal you've pretty much done everything there is to do, and the only thing left is to slowly burry yourself deeper and deeper into your own mind till you finally go insane.
"Can I go now?" Bra's words snapped Freeza out of thought.
"You are dismissed," he turned back to watching space out his window.
Bra turned around and left, to be truthful working for Freeza wasn't as fun as it used to be.
* * *
"My name is Bulma?....I come from?......" Bulma continued to rack her brains out. To be honest she hated the fact of not knowing who she was or where she came from, more now then 15 years ago.
It were times like these when she had nothing to do, that she tried to remember. Freeza had told her after she had had her mind wiped, the she had come begging to him. He told her how she had begged them to make her forget her past life so that she could start fresh. But no matter how much Freeza kept telling her that she didn't want to remember, Bulma couldn't shake way the urge to know.
"The father of my daughter is?...."
The door to her room slammed open, Bra stormed in.
"Well aren't you in a good mood," Bulma commented sarcasticly.
"Shut up," Bra flopped herself down on the bed opposite Bulma's and began to sulk. The living quarters she shared with her mother were small, and consisted of three rooms. A bathroom, a kitchen, and a bedroom.
Bulma waited a few minutes for Bra to calm down, before asking one of the questions that were on her mind. "Bra this person you met on Earth, what did he look like?"
Bra turned to face her. "What is it with you people and questions." She paused then continued. "I don't know, he looked older than me, round about twenty maybe. He had this cold expression, and really harsh blue eyes. I don't know his name, he had purple hair and a tan though. And that's about all I can remember."
Bulma nodded
"Why do you ask?" asked Bra.
"No real reason, just curious."
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Trunks clicked on the light switch, the dark living room filled with light. A shiver wend down his spine, like always the room was stone cold. Even though light flooded the room, the pictures that hung on the wall were still shadowed. Trunks walked over too them.
Photo's of his mother, father, grandmother and grandfather stared out at him. Trunks felt uneasy in this room, it was as if the pictures were watching his every move. Looking at them always gave him the urge to cry, but like his father he was too tough to show tears.
In between work he'd been training. Knowing that some where out there that aqua haired teenager was doing the same.
He had talked to Gohan, he couldn't avoid him. Gohan had wanted desperately to know what had happened three days ago. Trunks could tell by the look in his eyes as he talked to Gohan, that he desperately wanted to have been there fighting. Trunks assumed that he cursed the fact that his mother had made him do nothing but study, he couldn't blame him.
Trunks sighed and took one last look at the photo's of his deceased family. He had to stop living in the past and move on.
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Note how I've used more course language than I have in other chapters, I've been influenced by all the R rated stories in my favourites. I'll probably start writing lemons next.
I've spent half an hour last night translating Inu-Yasha manga into English (I cheated and used translation pages) I've got the first four pages of volume 1, in English, in colour. If anyone would like them e-mailed to them, just say so and leave your e-mail in your review. (I am now bribing people into submitting reviews, next thing you know I'll start offering money. *Although I'm not that desperate* )
This chapter wasn't exactly the most exciting one I've written so far, but hey I never said this was an action story. It's an angst/tragedy. The next little chappy should be up by Monday or Tuesday I hope.
Till then
Ciao from Missq.