A/N: Hey! I'm back and I updated this chapter real quick like to make up
for lost time so, we'll cut right to the chase. Now on with ficcie!
Disclaimer: If you haven't gotten it by now I pity you.
'I'll have to choose my words carefully.' Angel thought noticing that she had visibly tensed. Relaxing a bit, she answered calmly,
"Yes I was, is there something wrong?"
"Well," Trunks paused; he just couldn't see this woman being the most feared bandit on Vegeta. "What is your name?"
"Krista." She answered without hesitation. Trunks looked her up and down, but he couldn't see a tattoo. His eyes fell to the ribbon. "What's that?" Angel thought fast.
"What? This?" She said picking up one of the loose ends of the ribbon. He nodded.
"Well, I guess it just reminds me of my mother," she sighed and looked up at him. "She died when I was a little girl."
"Oh," Trunks answered sadly. "How---" He stopped not wanting to pry.
"How does it remind me?" She finished for him.
"Yeah." He nodded sheepishly.
"It's alright," she said smiling. "My mother used to wear one just like it, but hers was white." A silent tear rolled down her cheek before she could stop it. She was angry that she showed her emotions so easily to this guard. He would have sooner thrown her in a jail cell than care about her feelings. She wiped it away quickly.
"I didn't mean to pry." He said sympathetically.
"You didn't." She stated simply, squeezing out her hair.
"Where do you live?" Trunks pressed, he didn't want to cause her pain, but it was his duty to ask these stupid questions.
"This planet." She said patting the rock beneath her. Trunks looked skeptical.
"I don't have a real home, I like to travel around a lot." Her smile returned. Trunks decided that she was okay and then, got an idea.
"Krista would you---" He placed his hand on her shoulder and was hit with a tidal wave of sadness. He never finished his sentence.
*Trunks vision*
It was dark, very dark. The moon wasn't out and the stars gave little comfort. It was raining and the ground was muddy. Suddenly, he heard the sound of harsh breathing and frantic footsteps in the mud. Turning, he watched as a woman and a little girl ran down a hill in front of him. The girl slipped suddenly in the mud.
"Mommy!" She yelled.
The woman turned and looked right past her daughter, fear painted a mask on her face. Trunks followed her gaze and saw ten or more of his fathers' guards quickly catching up to them.
He wanted to help, yell, anything to distract the guards for them but he couldn't seem to move or even speak. Then the woman raised her hand above her head and screamed, forming an energy disc on her hand. She threw it, and a shocked Trunks watched as it destroyed everything in its path. For the most part the guards jumped out of the way. But a few of them weren't so lucky, and instantly were cut in half.
This bought the woman enough time to grab her daughters' hand and run. A little further ahead, just out of sight from the guards she stopped. Pulling the little girl with her, they hid behind a large boulder. They sat there holding on to each other until the guards ran by. The woman looked up and broke the embrace.
"Listen to me," she said in an urgent whisper, holding tightly to her daughters' shoulders. "I want you to go to the lake, you'll be safe there." She looked over her shoulder quickly before continuing. "You can fly, they won't sense your ki it's to small."
"But why?" She asked, clearly afraid for her mother. "What do they want?" Tears streamed down her already muddy face.
"They think mommy did something bad." She said smiling weakly.
"Did you?"
"No I didn't." The woman said, glancing over her shoulder again. She turned and kissed her daughter on the forehead. "Now go, I'll meet you there when I can." The girl nodded and gave her mother one last hug before slowly rising into the air.
"I love you mommy." She whispered.
"I love you too." Her mother answered with a smile. She took off, never noticing the tears that stained her mothers' face.
Trunks watched as the woman ran in the other direction. He glanced down at her feet; a white ribbon was tied to her ankle. Suddenly though, he was floating next to the little girl he saw before. He followed her gaze as she turned back in the direction she'd come from. He watched with her as an enormous energy explosion encompassed the area that they'd been standing in a few moments before. She shielded her eyes with her arms from the debris, light, and shock waves emitted from the blast.
"MOMMY!" She screamed as she fell back towards the planet.
*End vision*
"Prince Trunks?"
His eyes fluttered open. He was on his back, but he wasn't on the rock anymore. He was in his bed.
"What happened?" The servant who had woken him up answered him calmly,
"You've been out for at least an hour."
"And?" Trunks urged.
"Well, roomer has it that some girl poisoned you or something."
"What?!" Then realization hit him. "Oh crap, KRISTA!"
"Who?" The servant asked.
"Krista, she's the girl, where are my guards?" Trunks half yelled. The servant pointed down the hall. He dashed out the door and ran to the guards in the training room. He went super saiyin as he entered, causing all of them to stop. He flew to the leader and slammed him against the wall.
"WHERE IS SHE?" He screamed raising his power level a little.
"Who?" The guard managed to answer.
"The girl you brought in with me!" Trunks said slamming him into the wall again.
"In the dungeons." The guard replied quickly. Trunks threw him roughly to the ground and dropped his form.
"NEVER make assumptions about me EVER again." He sneered and ran down the stairs leading to the dungeons, leaving a few freaked out guards in his wake.
***
Sure, Trunks was mad they'd imprisoned Krista, but that's not why he did what he just did. He was just plain sick of everyone thinking they knew everything about him. He reached the dungeon hall and passed the guard without a word. He ran down the narrow passageway and passed the cells of various outlaws and thieves until he found hers.
Trunks looked in the small window to see her sitting down with her back to the wall and her knees drawn up to her chest. She had energy restraints on her wrists and he could see them burning at her skin.
He punched in the code on a keypad next to the door and watched as it slid open. Her eyes lit up when he was the one that walked in. Then she cocked her head to one side.
"I'm confused," she said. " You're the prince?"
"Yeah," he said nervously. "That's me." He scanned her wrists and the bands fell away.
"Sorry about this, my guards are morons."
"Really?" She exclaimed in mock surprise. "I hadn't noticed." Trunks grinned.
"Well I hadn't planned on bringing you here like this but, would you like to stay for a little while?" She raised an eyebrow. "I mean since you have no where else to be, unless, you do." He trailed off sounding like an idiot and knowing it.
Angel found herself in an interesting position; there was something about him that she liked. A lot. No, she told herself. It's too risky, and yet she found herself answering his question with a smile.
"I'd love to." He couldn't help but return her smile.
"But," she said. " I think it would be best if I knew your name first don't you?" Trunks blushed.
"Right, I'm Trunks."
"And you already know mine, unless that bump made you forget." She touched the back of his head gingerly. He could feel his skin tingle; it sent shivers down his spine. They stood there for a few seconds in silence before Turnks realized that they were still in a jail cell.
"Let us retire," he said with a fake accent. "And I shall escort you to your quarters."
"Why prince Trunks, how thoughtful of you." She said linking her arm through his. They both laughed as they made their way down the corridor.
When they came to the end of the hall, they passed the guard who was on duty. He was drunk, and stupidly reached for Angel's waist. Trunks, who was going to do something, was cut off by the guards yelp of surprise. Acting on pure reflex, Angel had swiftly kicked his hands away. The guard numbly lifted his hands both his wrists were clearly broken. He just backed up and took his post again. Trunks just starred.
Even he had trouble with that guard when he was drunk, he may be dumb but he was strong. Angel realized to late what she'd done. 'Smart, you're supposed to be the damsel in distress.' She mentally scolded herself.
"Shall we?" She said quickly. "So what happened at the lake anyway?" She asked, trying desperately to change the subject.
"Uh," Trunks said snapping out of his trance. He wasn't quite sure how to answer that question. "Krista, do you remember how your mom died?"
"No, all I remember is hitting my head really hard." She continued, "and when I woke up I couldn't find her." She paused a moment before adding, "Every once in a while I'll remember something from before that though."
"Oh." Was all he could manage to say.
"Why?" Angel asked suddenly suspicious. But then, she didn't know why she was sharing these things with him.
"Well, I-I- we're here." He said relieved that he didn't have to finish. "I'm going to introduce you to my parents tonight at dinner."
"Well Trunks incase you haven't noticed I'm not exactly dressed for the occasion." She gestured at her dirty clothes.
"Oh that won't be a problem, my sister Bra can fix that."
"Who?"
"My sister, she can lend you some things if that's okay with you." He added, "I'll send her over."
"Well, Thank you sire." She mock curtsied, and Trunks bowed low.
"Then I will see you at dinner milady." He smiled, then turned and walked back down the hall. She giggled and closed the door behind her.
A/N: Well, there you go. So I need maybe a day or two to come up with a new chapter but it'll come soon I promise. Next time, Angel meets Vegeta and Bulma, and Bra. The guards seem suspicious and go to see Vegeta about it. What new mayhem will this cause? And where does Goku fall into this? Stay tuned!
Disclaimer: If you haven't gotten it by now I pity you.
'I'll have to choose my words carefully.' Angel thought noticing that she had visibly tensed. Relaxing a bit, she answered calmly,
"Yes I was, is there something wrong?"
"Well," Trunks paused; he just couldn't see this woman being the most feared bandit on Vegeta. "What is your name?"
"Krista." She answered without hesitation. Trunks looked her up and down, but he couldn't see a tattoo. His eyes fell to the ribbon. "What's that?" Angel thought fast.
"What? This?" She said picking up one of the loose ends of the ribbon. He nodded.
"Well, I guess it just reminds me of my mother," she sighed and looked up at him. "She died when I was a little girl."
"Oh," Trunks answered sadly. "How---" He stopped not wanting to pry.
"How does it remind me?" She finished for him.
"Yeah." He nodded sheepishly.
"It's alright," she said smiling. "My mother used to wear one just like it, but hers was white." A silent tear rolled down her cheek before she could stop it. She was angry that she showed her emotions so easily to this guard. He would have sooner thrown her in a jail cell than care about her feelings. She wiped it away quickly.
"I didn't mean to pry." He said sympathetically.
"You didn't." She stated simply, squeezing out her hair.
"Where do you live?" Trunks pressed, he didn't want to cause her pain, but it was his duty to ask these stupid questions.
"This planet." She said patting the rock beneath her. Trunks looked skeptical.
"I don't have a real home, I like to travel around a lot." Her smile returned. Trunks decided that she was okay and then, got an idea.
"Krista would you---" He placed his hand on her shoulder and was hit with a tidal wave of sadness. He never finished his sentence.
*Trunks vision*
It was dark, very dark. The moon wasn't out and the stars gave little comfort. It was raining and the ground was muddy. Suddenly, he heard the sound of harsh breathing and frantic footsteps in the mud. Turning, he watched as a woman and a little girl ran down a hill in front of him. The girl slipped suddenly in the mud.
"Mommy!" She yelled.
The woman turned and looked right past her daughter, fear painted a mask on her face. Trunks followed her gaze and saw ten or more of his fathers' guards quickly catching up to them.
He wanted to help, yell, anything to distract the guards for them but he couldn't seem to move or even speak. Then the woman raised her hand above her head and screamed, forming an energy disc on her hand. She threw it, and a shocked Trunks watched as it destroyed everything in its path. For the most part the guards jumped out of the way. But a few of them weren't so lucky, and instantly were cut in half.
This bought the woman enough time to grab her daughters' hand and run. A little further ahead, just out of sight from the guards she stopped. Pulling the little girl with her, they hid behind a large boulder. They sat there holding on to each other until the guards ran by. The woman looked up and broke the embrace.
"Listen to me," she said in an urgent whisper, holding tightly to her daughters' shoulders. "I want you to go to the lake, you'll be safe there." She looked over her shoulder quickly before continuing. "You can fly, they won't sense your ki it's to small."
"But why?" She asked, clearly afraid for her mother. "What do they want?" Tears streamed down her already muddy face.
"They think mommy did something bad." She said smiling weakly.
"Did you?"
"No I didn't." The woman said, glancing over her shoulder again. She turned and kissed her daughter on the forehead. "Now go, I'll meet you there when I can." The girl nodded and gave her mother one last hug before slowly rising into the air.
"I love you mommy." She whispered.
"I love you too." Her mother answered with a smile. She took off, never noticing the tears that stained her mothers' face.
Trunks watched as the woman ran in the other direction. He glanced down at her feet; a white ribbon was tied to her ankle. Suddenly though, he was floating next to the little girl he saw before. He followed her gaze as she turned back in the direction she'd come from. He watched with her as an enormous energy explosion encompassed the area that they'd been standing in a few moments before. She shielded her eyes with her arms from the debris, light, and shock waves emitted from the blast.
"MOMMY!" She screamed as she fell back towards the planet.
*End vision*
"Prince Trunks?"
His eyes fluttered open. He was on his back, but he wasn't on the rock anymore. He was in his bed.
"What happened?" The servant who had woken him up answered him calmly,
"You've been out for at least an hour."
"And?" Trunks urged.
"Well, roomer has it that some girl poisoned you or something."
"What?!" Then realization hit him. "Oh crap, KRISTA!"
"Who?" The servant asked.
"Krista, she's the girl, where are my guards?" Trunks half yelled. The servant pointed down the hall. He dashed out the door and ran to the guards in the training room. He went super saiyin as he entered, causing all of them to stop. He flew to the leader and slammed him against the wall.
"WHERE IS SHE?" He screamed raising his power level a little.
"Who?" The guard managed to answer.
"The girl you brought in with me!" Trunks said slamming him into the wall again.
"In the dungeons." The guard replied quickly. Trunks threw him roughly to the ground and dropped his form.
"NEVER make assumptions about me EVER again." He sneered and ran down the stairs leading to the dungeons, leaving a few freaked out guards in his wake.
***
Sure, Trunks was mad they'd imprisoned Krista, but that's not why he did what he just did. He was just plain sick of everyone thinking they knew everything about him. He reached the dungeon hall and passed the guard without a word. He ran down the narrow passageway and passed the cells of various outlaws and thieves until he found hers.
Trunks looked in the small window to see her sitting down with her back to the wall and her knees drawn up to her chest. She had energy restraints on her wrists and he could see them burning at her skin.
He punched in the code on a keypad next to the door and watched as it slid open. Her eyes lit up when he was the one that walked in. Then she cocked her head to one side.
"I'm confused," she said. " You're the prince?"
"Yeah," he said nervously. "That's me." He scanned her wrists and the bands fell away.
"Sorry about this, my guards are morons."
"Really?" She exclaimed in mock surprise. "I hadn't noticed." Trunks grinned.
"Well I hadn't planned on bringing you here like this but, would you like to stay for a little while?" She raised an eyebrow. "I mean since you have no where else to be, unless, you do." He trailed off sounding like an idiot and knowing it.
Angel found herself in an interesting position; there was something about him that she liked. A lot. No, she told herself. It's too risky, and yet she found herself answering his question with a smile.
"I'd love to." He couldn't help but return her smile.
"But," she said. " I think it would be best if I knew your name first don't you?" Trunks blushed.
"Right, I'm Trunks."
"And you already know mine, unless that bump made you forget." She touched the back of his head gingerly. He could feel his skin tingle; it sent shivers down his spine. They stood there for a few seconds in silence before Turnks realized that they were still in a jail cell.
"Let us retire," he said with a fake accent. "And I shall escort you to your quarters."
"Why prince Trunks, how thoughtful of you." She said linking her arm through his. They both laughed as they made their way down the corridor.
When they came to the end of the hall, they passed the guard who was on duty. He was drunk, and stupidly reached for Angel's waist. Trunks, who was going to do something, was cut off by the guards yelp of surprise. Acting on pure reflex, Angel had swiftly kicked his hands away. The guard numbly lifted his hands both his wrists were clearly broken. He just backed up and took his post again. Trunks just starred.
Even he had trouble with that guard when he was drunk, he may be dumb but he was strong. Angel realized to late what she'd done. 'Smart, you're supposed to be the damsel in distress.' She mentally scolded herself.
"Shall we?" She said quickly. "So what happened at the lake anyway?" She asked, trying desperately to change the subject.
"Uh," Trunks said snapping out of his trance. He wasn't quite sure how to answer that question. "Krista, do you remember how your mom died?"
"No, all I remember is hitting my head really hard." She continued, "and when I woke up I couldn't find her." She paused a moment before adding, "Every once in a while I'll remember something from before that though."
"Oh." Was all he could manage to say.
"Why?" Angel asked suddenly suspicious. But then, she didn't know why she was sharing these things with him.
"Well, I-I- we're here." He said relieved that he didn't have to finish. "I'm going to introduce you to my parents tonight at dinner."
"Well Trunks incase you haven't noticed I'm not exactly dressed for the occasion." She gestured at her dirty clothes.
"Oh that won't be a problem, my sister Bra can fix that."
"Who?"
"My sister, she can lend you some things if that's okay with you." He added, "I'll send her over."
"Well, Thank you sire." She mock curtsied, and Trunks bowed low.
"Then I will see you at dinner milady." He smiled, then turned and walked back down the hall. She giggled and closed the door behind her.
A/N: Well, there you go. So I need maybe a day or two to come up with a new chapter but it'll come soon I promise. Next time, Angel meets Vegeta and Bulma, and Bra. The guards seem suspicious and go to see Vegeta about it. What new mayhem will this cause? And where does Goku fall into this? Stay tuned!