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Fragments Of Destiny
Chapter Three
'Trunks! I'm sorry, but I cannot do this! Please don't do this!" Goten cried in panic. His friend ignored him; his eyes were focused on the cowering nobleman. A look of contempt flashed over his features.
"Get up" he told the man sharply. The man struggled to his feet, shaking in terror, and Trunks scowled in disgust.
"Look here, good sir. Why do you shake so? Listen, I have no intention of harming you. As long as you do as I request, then there will be no need for any bloodshed. Do you understand?"
The man nodded, still trembling. Trunks smiled.
"Good. Now, there is something that I would like you to do for me" he said.
Marron walked slowly back to her room, deep in thought. Poor Bulma. She couldn't stand to see her nurse so upset.
"Maybe I can do something to help her," Marron said to herself. "Maybe I can find her son and then she can see him again." She smiled softly, resolving to have a word with Goku in the morning about going into the village and making a few enquiries. Yawning a little, the young woman rubbed her eyes sleepily, and shuffled into her bedroom. She brushed her hair, and then, setting the brush down on the dressing table, she climbed into bed and promptly fell asleep.
Frowning slightly, Trunks gazed at the terrified noble in front of him. His lips twisted in annoyance as the man let out a sob.
"P….please…..let me g...go" he wailed, tears rolling down his face. Trunks sighed and backed away a little.
"Good sir, stop crying. It is unbecoming to a man of your stature. What is your name?" he asked, trying to make his voice sound a little kinder. The noble wiped his eyes with his white silk handkerchief.
'Just like the one that other guy had' Trunks thought, smiling a little. Even though it was twisted, he couldn't help but feel proud of that kill. It had been so quick, so graceful. He was jolted out of his thoughts by the noble.
"My name…..my name is Masaki" he choked out.
"Good. Well, Masaki. As I said before, there is something that I would like you to do for me."
"What is it?"
Trunks took the parchment, ink and quill that Gohan had given to him from his pockets and offered them to the noble.
"I would like you to write a letter to the dear Lord Krillin, explaining that you apologise, but you and your friend will not be able to make it to the ball tomorrow evening. Tell him you are extremely sorry, but as not to cause any difficulty, you will be sending two of your friends instead."
Masaki looked at him in amazement.
"Is that all that this is about? You just want to go to the ball? What kind of thieves are you?"
Trunks smiled. "Hurry up and write" he said. Masaki gave him an odd look, which annoyed him a little.
"By the way, who said we were thieves, good sir?" he asked, holding out his hand for the parchment on which Masaki had written the letter.
"I…I just assumed" the noble admitted, handing over the parchment. Trunks feigned surprise.
"You assumed? Why, Masaki, we are not common thieves." He took the note and smiled. "We have no need for you anymore."
Nodding quickly, the noble turned to leave, only to find himself restrained. That sadistic smirk was back on Trunks' face as he placed his hand over Masaki's mouth and whispered in his ear.
"We may not be common thieves, sir, but I assure you, I am an exceptional killer. I said we had no need for you any more. That does not mean you get to go anywhere. In fact, you're going to stay right here for now. Right where you fall"
Masaki's eyes grew wide, and he struggled desperately to get away.
Goten could only watch with a degree of twisted fascination as his friend drew the knife across the nobleman's throat.
Dropping Masaki to the ground, Trunks dusted himself off, and took a handkerchief out of his pocket. Wiping the blade, he sighed deeply, and put the two items away. Kneeling down, he retrieved the parchment and writing materials from Masaki's body, then shook his head and turned to Goten, who was staring at him with an expression caught between admiration and horror. He ignored this.
"Good Goten, our plan is almost complete. We shall get someone to deliver this letter tomorrow."
Goten looked down to the body.
"What ab…about him?" he stammered.
"He will be disposed of," Trunks said simply. "Preferably now."
He walked around to the noble's body and lifted him up. His friend stood there, rooted to the spot. Trunks growled in irritation.
"Goten, what are you waiting for? You take his legs, and we shall carry him to the river. That is where the other one is"
The next day dawned warm and sunny, and Marron smiled as she watched Goku depart on his way down into the village. She had talked to him earlier, and, being such a kind person and all, he had agreed to help.
'He wouldn't allow me to go with him though' she thought bitterly.
"My lady, are you risen?" Bulma's voice came from downstairs.
"Ay, good nurse, I shall be down soon" she replied, walking away from the window and sitting on her bed. She slid a hand underneath her pillow and drew out her copy of Romeo and Juliet. Flipping through the pages, she cleared her throat.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much" she said softly, them smiled.
'I can't wait to get out there and surprise my father' she thought with excitement. 'Wait until he sees what I can really do! I'm not just a trophy, to be admired and then placed back in a display cabinet. It's time my father realised that. And tonight, he will'
Fragments Of Destiny
Chapter Three
'Trunks! I'm sorry, but I cannot do this! Please don't do this!" Goten cried in panic. His friend ignored him; his eyes were focused on the cowering nobleman. A look of contempt flashed over his features.
"Get up" he told the man sharply. The man struggled to his feet, shaking in terror, and Trunks scowled in disgust.
"Look here, good sir. Why do you shake so? Listen, I have no intention of harming you. As long as you do as I request, then there will be no need for any bloodshed. Do you understand?"
The man nodded, still trembling. Trunks smiled.
"Good. Now, there is something that I would like you to do for me" he said.
Marron walked slowly back to her room, deep in thought. Poor Bulma. She couldn't stand to see her nurse so upset.
"Maybe I can do something to help her," Marron said to herself. "Maybe I can find her son and then she can see him again." She smiled softly, resolving to have a word with Goku in the morning about going into the village and making a few enquiries. Yawning a little, the young woman rubbed her eyes sleepily, and shuffled into her bedroom. She brushed her hair, and then, setting the brush down on the dressing table, she climbed into bed and promptly fell asleep.
Frowning slightly, Trunks gazed at the terrified noble in front of him. His lips twisted in annoyance as the man let out a sob.
"P….please…..let me g...go" he wailed, tears rolling down his face. Trunks sighed and backed away a little.
"Good sir, stop crying. It is unbecoming to a man of your stature. What is your name?" he asked, trying to make his voice sound a little kinder. The noble wiped his eyes with his white silk handkerchief.
'Just like the one that other guy had' Trunks thought, smiling a little. Even though it was twisted, he couldn't help but feel proud of that kill. It had been so quick, so graceful. He was jolted out of his thoughts by the noble.
"My name…..my name is Masaki" he choked out.
"Good. Well, Masaki. As I said before, there is something that I would like you to do for me."
"What is it?"
Trunks took the parchment, ink and quill that Gohan had given to him from his pockets and offered them to the noble.
"I would like you to write a letter to the dear Lord Krillin, explaining that you apologise, but you and your friend will not be able to make it to the ball tomorrow evening. Tell him you are extremely sorry, but as not to cause any difficulty, you will be sending two of your friends instead."
Masaki looked at him in amazement.
"Is that all that this is about? You just want to go to the ball? What kind of thieves are you?"
Trunks smiled. "Hurry up and write" he said. Masaki gave him an odd look, which annoyed him a little.
"By the way, who said we were thieves, good sir?" he asked, holding out his hand for the parchment on which Masaki had written the letter.
"I…I just assumed" the noble admitted, handing over the parchment. Trunks feigned surprise.
"You assumed? Why, Masaki, we are not common thieves." He took the note and smiled. "We have no need for you anymore."
Nodding quickly, the noble turned to leave, only to find himself restrained. That sadistic smirk was back on Trunks' face as he placed his hand over Masaki's mouth and whispered in his ear.
"We may not be common thieves, sir, but I assure you, I am an exceptional killer. I said we had no need for you any more. That does not mean you get to go anywhere. In fact, you're going to stay right here for now. Right where you fall"
Masaki's eyes grew wide, and he struggled desperately to get away.
Goten could only watch with a degree of twisted fascination as his friend drew the knife across the nobleman's throat.
Dropping Masaki to the ground, Trunks dusted himself off, and took a handkerchief out of his pocket. Wiping the blade, he sighed deeply, and put the two items away. Kneeling down, he retrieved the parchment and writing materials from Masaki's body, then shook his head and turned to Goten, who was staring at him with an expression caught between admiration and horror. He ignored this.
"Good Goten, our plan is almost complete. We shall get someone to deliver this letter tomorrow."
Goten looked down to the body.
"What ab…about him?" he stammered.
"He will be disposed of," Trunks said simply. "Preferably now."
He walked around to the noble's body and lifted him up. His friend stood there, rooted to the spot. Trunks growled in irritation.
"Goten, what are you waiting for? You take his legs, and we shall carry him to the river. That is where the other one is"
The next day dawned warm and sunny, and Marron smiled as she watched Goku depart on his way down into the village. She had talked to him earlier, and, being such a kind person and all, he had agreed to help.
'He wouldn't allow me to go with him though' she thought bitterly.
"My lady, are you risen?" Bulma's voice came from downstairs.
"Ay, good nurse, I shall be down soon" she replied, walking away from the window and sitting on her bed. She slid a hand underneath her pillow and drew out her copy of Romeo and Juliet. Flipping through the pages, she cleared her throat.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much" she said softly, them smiled.
'I can't wait to get out there and surprise my father' she thought with excitement. 'Wait until he sees what I can really do! I'm not just a trophy, to be admired and then placed back in a display cabinet. It's time my father realised that. And tonight, he will'