A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back, sorry for another wait but I had a friend over
last night and I watched Spirited Away. Which by the way is an AMAZEING
movie. I strongly recommend it. It is without question my new favorite
movie. Now for chappie 8!
Cat: *walks in with a quarter staff* Hi, what'd I miss?
AG: Hey! I thought you said no more weapons!
Cat: No, I promised not to use a field hockey stick anymore. *grins evilly*
AG: -_-;
Cat: Besides that, it is much more useful than a field hockey stick. ^^
AG: Oh dear lord.
Cat: Well are you going to start the fic or not? Sheesh!
AG: Oh right!
Cat: *slaps hand to forehead* Good grief, we'll be lucky if we make it through this fic.
AG: *mumbles*
Cat: *sighs* I suppose that's my cue.
Disclaimer: We don't own DBZ, that we don't.
***
Angel walked down the hall with Trunks at her side. He smiled at her and took her hand as they made their way down to the dining hall. She squeezed his hand lightly as they walked through the doors, just before they let go. As they walked into the hall Angel noticed a few things that had changed from the last time they were here.
The table wasn't set and there were no servants to be seen. As they walked further into the room she also noticed an increase of guards by the doors and the walls. The queen and Bra weren't there either, only Vegeta.
Trunks seemed just as puzzled as she was, but suddenly she tensed. 'It's a trap.' She thought to herself. She kept walking with Trunks none the less. She needed to know the kings' game. Trunks sensed that she was nervous, he glanced at her and her eyes were hard, her slender hands were balled tightly into fists. They stopped before the table where Vegeta was sitting calmly. She closed her eyes and bowed her head. 'It can't end like this.'
"Father, what's going on? I thought---"
"Trunks, you thought that a few other things were true as well, but believe me, appearances can be miss-leading."
Trunks shook his head, confused--- but Angel knew exactly what was going on. She sensed something approaching behind her. Her eyes flashed when she saw Vegeta's hand move ever so slightly.
Without warning, she pushed Trunks out of the way and spun around, neatly placing a kick in a guard's stomach. He crumpled and she was already on the second. She elbowed him in the face and slammed her shoulder into his chest sending him reeling. He tripped and fell over the first one and she saw others start to come after her.
Trunks was confused and he was watching in horror as his fathers guards attacked her. He wanted to help but he was frozen, yet she seemed to be doing fine on her own. Vegeta stood up and walked over to his son.
"As I said, not all is as it seems." He whispered vainly in Trunks ear, mocking his son.
The problem was that Trunks didn't get it. She did a back flip and landed softly on the table. He couldn't watch anymore.
"STOP!"
The guards stopped their attack and turned back to their prince. Angel looked up in shock still standing on the table. He however, turned to his father.
"What is going on here?" He asked through clenched teeth.
Vegeta smirked, marveling at his son's stupidity. "Why don't you ask her?" Vegeta said nodding towards Angel. Trunks gave him a puzzled look and turned to her. He saw her eyes shinning with unshed tears and walked up to her. She lightly stepped down from the table and waited.
"What is it?" He asked her firmly. None of this seemed right.
"Trunks I've been meaning to tell you something." His eyes grew shocked with the realization that all of this was really because of her.
"When we first met, I told you that my name was Krista, but that wasn't entirely true." She explained softly, refusing to look at him. But he was still processing the fact that he'd been lied to.
"See, when I was younger my mother and I would play all sorts of different games." He nodded numbly as she continued.
"My favorite game was when we would pretend that we were different people, going on adventures and exploring new worlds." He still didn't get where this was going. It was all so irrelevant to this, and he found himself getting annoyed.
"And we would play it all the time, when I made up a character for me to play, I would always name myself Krista because I loved that name so much." Now he was beginning to get angry; this was leading nowhere.
"Eventually, my mother made it my nick-name, but it isn't my real name."
His eyes narrowed. "Then what is?" He said coldly.
She flinched at his tone of voice; she'd never seen him like this. She sighed sadly and took a step back. Trunks watched her still waiting for an answer. She bent down and started to untie the ribbon around her ankle.
"My real name is---"
She let the ribbon fall away to reveal the dove tattoo.
"Angel."
Trunks took a step back, faltering on her words. He was shaking and angry. He'd been just a pawn, an accessory to secure her escape. How could he have been so stupid?
*Flashback*
"And here I was thinking that I wasn't going swimming today."
~~~
"I'd love to."
~~~
"Will you excuse me?"
~~~
"I don't want to leave."
~~~
"On a ladybug!"
~~~
"I meant to thank you for what you did last night."
~~~
"My real name is--- Angel."
*End flashback*
A wave of rage and sadness crashed over his soul. He felt a little dizzy and started to feel sick as well. He clenched his fists and turned away. Slowly, he made his way over to his father. He bowed slightly.
"I'm sorry that I did not see this, but I now understand." Trunks felt his father place a hand on his shoulder.
"You're a little late to the party Trunks, but no matter--- we won't have to worry about her anymore." Trunks stood up and nodded and took his place beside his father.
Trunks turned and watched Angel. Her eyes were blank and she was still kneeling on the ground. She blinked twice and looked as if she was confused. Vegeta watched as well, unsure of what she was doing.
Angel clutched her head as she began to be bombarded with Trunks' emotions. She closed her eyes; confusion, sadness, anger, rage, he felt betrayed and she could feel it all. It hurt, the pain was unreal. She couldn't escape it no matter how hard she tried. She hunched over herself rocking back and forth shaking her head.
"Stop it!" She screamed. Trunks looked at his father, but couldn't find any answers there. He turned back to Angel and noticed the tears dripping off her chin.
"Stop Trunks! Please, just let it go!" She cried out again.
Trunks' eyes widened at the outburst but they became ice in a matter of seconds. Stop what? He wasn't doing anything. This made him angrier.
"NO! STOP IT!" She yelled louder.
Vegeta turned to Trunks but he didn't seem to be doing anything. Had she gone mad? He crossed his arms and continued to watch. The guards began to get up--- the ones that could anyway. They began to surround her and waited for Vegeta's orders.
Trunks clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. What was this? She had no right to speak to him let alone accuse him of something. His anger flared.
She screamed and fell backward onto the floor--- unconscious. Trunks and Vegeta stared at her, just as confused as the next person would be. The guards moved closer and looked up at Vegeta again. He nodded and two of them placed energy restraints on her wrists. When she didn't move, one of them slung her over his shoulder and they walked away towards the dungeons.
*A few hours later*
Trunks walked down the hall slowly as he made it to the guestrooms. He walked numbly into Angel's room. He saw her capri's and tank top neatly folded on the bed. He picked them up and turned to walk out again. Then he stopped; his eyes fell to the dresser. He walked up to it and picked up the small wooden flute that lay on it. He picked it up and glared at it. 'Was this just a part of her plan to ensnare me too?' He clenched it tightly in his fist, and squeezed it hard. The wood cracked, and the flute splintered into millions of small pieces.
***
A/N: Well there you have it. I'll update soon. I'm leaving for my cousins tomorrow for Easter so--- you'll probably have to wait till Monday for the next chappie. Hope you liked it.
Cat: Next time Trunks goes to see Angel and decides that maybe there is more to her capture than just stealing. So he goes to check it out, he also remembers the flashback he had of the night Angel's mom died. He still doesn't trust her though--- will he find anything that can change his mind?
AG: *nods* That's right so stay tuned!
Cat: *walks in with a quarter staff* Hi, what'd I miss?
AG: Hey! I thought you said no more weapons!
Cat: No, I promised not to use a field hockey stick anymore. *grins evilly*
AG: -_-;
Cat: Besides that, it is much more useful than a field hockey stick. ^^
AG: Oh dear lord.
Cat: Well are you going to start the fic or not? Sheesh!
AG: Oh right!
Cat: *slaps hand to forehead* Good grief, we'll be lucky if we make it through this fic.
AG: *mumbles*
Cat: *sighs* I suppose that's my cue.
Disclaimer: We don't own DBZ, that we don't.
***
Angel walked down the hall with Trunks at her side. He smiled at her and took her hand as they made their way down to the dining hall. She squeezed his hand lightly as they walked through the doors, just before they let go. As they walked into the hall Angel noticed a few things that had changed from the last time they were here.
The table wasn't set and there were no servants to be seen. As they walked further into the room she also noticed an increase of guards by the doors and the walls. The queen and Bra weren't there either, only Vegeta.
Trunks seemed just as puzzled as she was, but suddenly she tensed. 'It's a trap.' She thought to herself. She kept walking with Trunks none the less. She needed to know the kings' game. Trunks sensed that she was nervous, he glanced at her and her eyes were hard, her slender hands were balled tightly into fists. They stopped before the table where Vegeta was sitting calmly. She closed her eyes and bowed her head. 'It can't end like this.'
"Father, what's going on? I thought---"
"Trunks, you thought that a few other things were true as well, but believe me, appearances can be miss-leading."
Trunks shook his head, confused--- but Angel knew exactly what was going on. She sensed something approaching behind her. Her eyes flashed when she saw Vegeta's hand move ever so slightly.
Without warning, she pushed Trunks out of the way and spun around, neatly placing a kick in a guard's stomach. He crumpled and she was already on the second. She elbowed him in the face and slammed her shoulder into his chest sending him reeling. He tripped and fell over the first one and she saw others start to come after her.
Trunks was confused and he was watching in horror as his fathers guards attacked her. He wanted to help but he was frozen, yet she seemed to be doing fine on her own. Vegeta stood up and walked over to his son.
"As I said, not all is as it seems." He whispered vainly in Trunks ear, mocking his son.
The problem was that Trunks didn't get it. She did a back flip and landed softly on the table. He couldn't watch anymore.
"STOP!"
The guards stopped their attack and turned back to their prince. Angel looked up in shock still standing on the table. He however, turned to his father.
"What is going on here?" He asked through clenched teeth.
Vegeta smirked, marveling at his son's stupidity. "Why don't you ask her?" Vegeta said nodding towards Angel. Trunks gave him a puzzled look and turned to her. He saw her eyes shinning with unshed tears and walked up to her. She lightly stepped down from the table and waited.
"What is it?" He asked her firmly. None of this seemed right.
"Trunks I've been meaning to tell you something." His eyes grew shocked with the realization that all of this was really because of her.
"When we first met, I told you that my name was Krista, but that wasn't entirely true." She explained softly, refusing to look at him. But he was still processing the fact that he'd been lied to.
"See, when I was younger my mother and I would play all sorts of different games." He nodded numbly as she continued.
"My favorite game was when we would pretend that we were different people, going on adventures and exploring new worlds." He still didn't get where this was going. It was all so irrelevant to this, and he found himself getting annoyed.
"And we would play it all the time, when I made up a character for me to play, I would always name myself Krista because I loved that name so much." Now he was beginning to get angry; this was leading nowhere.
"Eventually, my mother made it my nick-name, but it isn't my real name."
His eyes narrowed. "Then what is?" He said coldly.
She flinched at his tone of voice; she'd never seen him like this. She sighed sadly and took a step back. Trunks watched her still waiting for an answer. She bent down and started to untie the ribbon around her ankle.
"My real name is---"
She let the ribbon fall away to reveal the dove tattoo.
"Angel."
Trunks took a step back, faltering on her words. He was shaking and angry. He'd been just a pawn, an accessory to secure her escape. How could he have been so stupid?
*Flashback*
"And here I was thinking that I wasn't going swimming today."
~~~
"I'd love to."
~~~
"Will you excuse me?"
~~~
"I don't want to leave."
~~~
"On a ladybug!"
~~~
"I meant to thank you for what you did last night."
~~~
"My real name is--- Angel."
*End flashback*
A wave of rage and sadness crashed over his soul. He felt a little dizzy and started to feel sick as well. He clenched his fists and turned away. Slowly, he made his way over to his father. He bowed slightly.
"I'm sorry that I did not see this, but I now understand." Trunks felt his father place a hand on his shoulder.
"You're a little late to the party Trunks, but no matter--- we won't have to worry about her anymore." Trunks stood up and nodded and took his place beside his father.
Trunks turned and watched Angel. Her eyes were blank and she was still kneeling on the ground. She blinked twice and looked as if she was confused. Vegeta watched as well, unsure of what she was doing.
Angel clutched her head as she began to be bombarded with Trunks' emotions. She closed her eyes; confusion, sadness, anger, rage, he felt betrayed and she could feel it all. It hurt, the pain was unreal. She couldn't escape it no matter how hard she tried. She hunched over herself rocking back and forth shaking her head.
"Stop it!" She screamed. Trunks looked at his father, but couldn't find any answers there. He turned back to Angel and noticed the tears dripping off her chin.
"Stop Trunks! Please, just let it go!" She cried out again.
Trunks' eyes widened at the outburst but they became ice in a matter of seconds. Stop what? He wasn't doing anything. This made him angrier.
"NO! STOP IT!" She yelled louder.
Vegeta turned to Trunks but he didn't seem to be doing anything. Had she gone mad? He crossed his arms and continued to watch. The guards began to get up--- the ones that could anyway. They began to surround her and waited for Vegeta's orders.
Trunks clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. What was this? She had no right to speak to him let alone accuse him of something. His anger flared.
She screamed and fell backward onto the floor--- unconscious. Trunks and Vegeta stared at her, just as confused as the next person would be. The guards moved closer and looked up at Vegeta again. He nodded and two of them placed energy restraints on her wrists. When she didn't move, one of them slung her over his shoulder and they walked away towards the dungeons.
*A few hours later*
Trunks walked down the hall slowly as he made it to the guestrooms. He walked numbly into Angel's room. He saw her capri's and tank top neatly folded on the bed. He picked them up and turned to walk out again. Then he stopped; his eyes fell to the dresser. He walked up to it and picked up the small wooden flute that lay on it. He picked it up and glared at it. 'Was this just a part of her plan to ensnare me too?' He clenched it tightly in his fist, and squeezed it hard. The wood cracked, and the flute splintered into millions of small pieces.
***
A/N: Well there you have it. I'll update soon. I'm leaving for my cousins tomorrow for Easter so--- you'll probably have to wait till Monday for the next chappie. Hope you liked it.
Cat: Next time Trunks goes to see Angel and decides that maybe there is more to her capture than just stealing. So he goes to check it out, he also remembers the flashback he had of the night Angel's mom died. He still doesn't trust her though--- will he find anything that can change his mind?
AG: *nods* That's right so stay tuned!