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Chapter Four
"I have to hand it to you, Trunks, you did a good job." Gohan was leaning against the wall in the square while Trunks folded his arms and smirked.
"Well, there is no need for such congratulations, Gohan. If I have learned anything from last night's experience it is that noble men are extremely pathetic. It almost makes one glad to be a common criminal"
Gohan grinned. After hearing about last night's events, he was in a great mood. They were one step closer to their goal now, and things were going along smoothly. "A little silly to be saying that now, as you are going to become a nobleman for tonight's job, is it not?" he asked.
"Well, I think I can handle being around those fools for just one night." Trunks replied, smiling. "But I have no idea where I will find the necessary garments to look the part."
The older man laughed.
"Do not worry, Goten is on that job right now. He said that Miss Paris might be able to assist us in finding some suits for you two. You should make your way there now, she's expecting you"
The young thief groaned. "So now I must go to the brothel? I cannot stand that place, all the harlots crowd around me, and their hands go everywhere!"
Gohan smirked. "Goten never complains about that"
"Yes, because they do not do it to him, they have too much respect for Miss Paris. But, if I must go, I must go." Trunks sighed, pulling the twine from his hair and allowing it to fall loose around his shoulders.
"Hmm, you don't like the whores and yet you still make an effort with your appearance." Gohan said flatly, giving him a knowing look. Trunks rolled his eyes.
"They say I look nicer with it pulled back, actually, so maybe they'll leave me be if it is down."
"Clutching at straws, are you not?"
"Probably so, yes." The lavender haired boy shoved his hands in his pockets, and then set off walking in the direction of Paris' Brothel, his shoulders slumped dejectedly. Gohan laughed at him and turned away, ready to return to the hideout. The smile froze on his face as he saw someone he had thought he would never see again.
Marron looked out of the drawing room window impatiently. Goku still wasn't back, and he'd been gone nearly four hours.
"I do hope he hasn't gotten sidetracked," she said to herself.
"Who, my lady?" asked a voice behind her. Marron jumped, turning around. Chi-Chi smiled at the young woman.
"Sorry if I startled you, miss" she apologised, dusting off the mantelpiece and sneezing. "Oh dear, I must have forgotten to dust this last time" she commented, setting down the duster and coughing.
"I wouldn't worry, Chi-Chi" Marron smiled. The maid nodded and picked up the duster again.
"So whom were you talking about?" she asked. The young woman shook her head.
"Oh, just Goku. I sent him down to the village to run an errand for me, and he isn't back yet."
Chi-Chi raised her eyebrows. "I hope he is alright" she commented.
Smiling, Marron gave Chi-Chi a look. "Worried about him are you, Chi-Chi?"
The maid turned away, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Of course not! That's nonsense, Miss Marron!"
"If you say so, Chi-Chi. Why don't you take inspiration from Bulma? I remember my grandfather telling me about her relationship with Sir Yamcha. He said that she was extremely forward. I'm sure all Goku needs is for you to be that way with him." Marron said, laughing, and left her maid to get on with her work. Chi-Chi watched her go and sighed.
"If only you knew the half of it, Miss Marron. Goku and I have been together in the past. And Bulma and I have more in common than you know."
She unchained the locket from around her neck and clicked it open. Inside were two separate locks of black hair, twisted together and secured with a blue ribbon. Trailing a finger down the ribbon, Chi-Chi fought back the tears. Gohan. Goten. They had both been taken from her, and she had not been able to do anything to stop it. Her reflection in the large mirror above the fireplace caught her eye. The same black hair, same white bandana, same strands of hair falling loose, and the same pale complexion. She stared into the mirror, for the first time allowing herself to see all of the pain and hurt she had been holding back. Lowering her dark eyes, Chi- Chi let the tears flow. She couldn't keep them in any more. Covering her face with her hands, and sinking onto the floor, she wept her heart and soul out.
"Yes, Gohan. That man over there, do you see him? Well, his name is Goku. He works in the manor. He is a stable hand, and also serves as a bodyguard for the newborn daughter of the Lord. Marron, I think her name is. Yes, Marron. She will grow up to be quite the beauty, if her mother is anything to go by. Gohan, listen. That is not what I came to talk to you about. I came to tell you that the man you see over there is not just a servant of the Lord. He is also...he is your father."
Gohan shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. That was what his master had told him all those years ago. He hadn't seen Goku since. He stared in shock at the man talking to the flower girl in the square. He was the same as he had remembered him to be.
"Goku. My father."
His brow furrowed as he remembered what his master had went on to tell him.
"He gave you away. No, Gohan, no. Listen to me. I am telling you the truth. He cares nothing for you, my boy. Cast him out of your mind. He and your mother both hated you. That is why you live with me."
As he studied the man, he found that the words rang hollow. How could someone who seemed so kind really be that way? But that was what the master had said. Why would he lie about something like that? It didn't make sense.
Thoughts of his younger brother crossed his mind.
'Goten, he has no idea. But maybe it's best that he doesn't know. What is the point?'
Goku left the flower girl and a young man caught his attention. He was simply staring at him, in a way that almost unnerved him. But somehow, he was so familiar. He decided to chance it, and walked over to the man, who seemed extremely agitated and disturbed at his approach.
"Um.... excuse me my good man, but do I know you?" he asked. Gohan frowned and wouldn't meet his eyes.
"No....no, I don't think so."
"Oh, well, never mind." Goku said breezily. "My name is Goku, and I was wondering if you might be able to help me with something"
"What is it?" Gohan bit out.
"Well, I was just wondering, do you happen to know a young man who goes by the name of Trunks?" The young man's head snapped up and he stared at Goku.
"What? Trunks?" he asked. His father nodded.
"Do you know him? It's just, his mother, she...she is looking for him. I'm trying to help her find him, but I haven't had much luck."
"Maybe his name has been changed." Gohan muttered.
"Maybe so. I wish I could help her, though. I know how she feels, you see. Both of my sons were taken from me when they were very young, and I think of them all the time, it's-" Suddenly he stopped himself, frowning. "I'm sorry, my friend. I really shouldn't be laying my problems on you. You hardly know me, or I, you. I suppose it is because you seem familiar somehow, though I'm not quite sure why."
Gohan looked up at his father, opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it again. He took a deep breath, and tried again.
"I...the reason why I am so familiar to you is...because...I"
Goku looked at him, a little concerned.
"Because?" he prompted gently. Gohan met his eyes and frowned.
'I don't need his pity' he thought bitterly. "Because…I've seen you before. I'm a street merchant. I come here a lot." he finished.
Goku looked a little confused, but Gohan didn't stop to wait for his reaction as he ran off to the safety of the hideout. He hoped that Goten and Trunks would be there, that way he didn't have to think about his feelings.
"Hey, Trunks, wait!" Goten shouted, struggling with the two smart black suits he held in his arms. His friend was walking extremely quickly in front of him. His white shirt had all the buttons ripped off and his long hair was completely messed up, due to all the women at the brothel. Lord only knew what they must have done to him, judging by his traumatized expression.
"Wait I said!"
Trunks didn't slow down. "Goten. Shut up" he said shakily, causing his raven-haired friend to burst into laughter.
"Whatever did they do to you to make you sound like that?" he asked.
"I don't want to talk about it, Goten. And I swear, I am not going back there again, I mean it!"
Goten was almost hysterical with laughter now. "Why? You left your shirt buttons there, did you not?"
"Not by choice!" Trunks retorted, irritated that his friend found the situation so funny. "Stop laughing, Goten, you don't know what I had to put up with while you were with Paris!"
Goten calmed down and caught up with Trunks, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he said, and Trunks brushed his hand off.
"Let's just hurry back, the ball starts in an hour, and we must be ready."
His comrade nodded in agreement.
"Alright then, let's hurry"
Finally, they reached the hideout, and slipped in through the crawlway.
"Gohan? Are you here?" Goten called out softly. His brother did not respond, but simply gazed at him from his desk.
"Gohan? What's up? Did we do something wrong?" Trunks asked warily. Gohan shook his head and stood up.
"No, but you two are cutting it fine. You'd better hurry it along, you have to get all the way to the other side of the village in less than an hour."
Goten shot a confused look at Trunks, who simply shrugged.
"Okay, you are right, Gohan." he said, taking off the ruined shirt and throwing it to the ground with an exasperated sigh. Gohan smiled in spite of himself.
"What happened to your shirt, Trunks?" he asked, amused. Trunks shook his head.
"Those women in Paris' brothel…." He trailed off, putting a hand to his forehead.
"Poor Trunks was assaulted, were you not, friend?" Goten said, stifling a laugh. His brother raised an eyebrow.
"What? A hardened criminal like Trunks? Assaulted by a bunch of prostitutes?" He and Goten began to laugh, and Trunks' annoyed expression only made the two of them laugh harder.
"Shut up!" Trunks growled. "What was I supposed to do? They're working for Paris! And killing them wouldn't have been a good move if I valued my - "
"Well, here's a solution for you, friend. Sometimes a firm 'no' works wonders!" Goten interrupted, smiling. Trunks ignored him and finished doing up the buttons on the new shirt given to him by Paris.
Bulma finished lacing up Marron's corset, humming a cheery tune as she did so.
"There you are, my lady, all done!" she exclaimed. Marron turned around.
"Did you do as I requested, Bulma?" she asked. Bulma smiled and nodded.
"Yes, Miss Marron. You'll be playing Juliet tonight, don't you worry."
The young woman smiled and hugged Bulma.
"Thank you so much, good nurse!"
"Thank me later, now we have to get you ready! The festivities begin in half an hour!"
Marron hurriedly pulled her gown over her head. It was a beautiful, white silk dress. It was plain, no embroidery or beading, but that did not take away from the magic of it. It made the young woman look stunning.
"You will be fabulous, Marron" Bulma whispered.
"Thank you, nurse." Marron smiled, and slipped on her pair of white heels. She stood up and prepared to leave. Bulma caught her hand as she attempted to leave.
"Wait, my lady. I have something for you." She held up a silver necklace, from which hung a circular blue diamond. The candlelight caught the diamond, and it sparkled with an almost unearthly glow.
"Oh…Bulma, it's beautiful." Marron breathed. Bulma handed it to the young woman.
"It was my mothers, but I want you to wear it tonight. I wore it the night I first met V- uh….the father of my children," she corrected herself. She didn't want to say his name, she knew that if she did it would bring all the memories flooding back and she would most likely break down and cry. Marron nodded, putting on the necklace.
"Thank you so much, Bulma." she said.
"Well, go on my lady, you do not want to be late." Bulma smiled, ushering Marron out of the door. She watched her young mistress walk into the ballroom and gave one last smile, then proceeded to get on with her work.
"Come on Trunks! Get a move on!" Goten sighed in exasperation. Trunks was still getting ready and they were already five minutes late at least.
"No, no, good Goten. One should not say 'get a move on', one should say, 'If you would be so kind as to make haste', it is much more proper"
Goten laughed at his friend, who was pulling his hair back into a ponytail.
"Oh, yes, one understands, good sir. Let us make haste to the manor"
The two of them set off walking through the square, Trunks putting on his white gloves and tucking loose strands of hair behind his ears.
"Um…Trunks? Can we go a different way?" Goten asked. His friend arched an eyebrow.
"What's the matter?"
"It's just...remember what happened last time we were here?"
"Yes, I killed those two pathetic nobles" Trunks said matter of factly.
Goten opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it and sighed, following Trunks through the alleyway where they had killed Masaki.
"I don't feel right about this, Trunks" Goten confided. His friend didn't respond.
"Trunks, don't start with the silent treatment. I'm trying to tell you something here!"
Trunks stopped and turned around to face Goten.
"And what do you want to tell me?" he asked coolly.
"You are not who you appear to be"
The loud voice startled the two friends, and Trunks dropped into a fighting stance at the sound. Out of the shadows, a figure clad in red robes appeared.
"Who are you?" Goten asked.
"I am a fortune teller" the figure said simply, and pointed a long nailed finger at Trunks.
"You. You must listen to what I have to tell you" The voice was feminine, but the strange clothing she wore obscured the face. Trunks rolled his eyes.
"What do you want with me?" he asked. The figure walked up to him, staring into his face, and he frowned in irritation. She nodded and stepped back.
"Let me tell you a story, young man. There was once a beautiful young goddess. Her name was Destiny, and she enchanted all the men throughout the kingdom. One of these men was named Fate. He loved Destiny more than he loved anyone in his life. In fact, he loved her with such a passion, that he went mad with jealousy every time he saw her with another. One day, his jealousy consumed him, and in a fit of passion, he pushed her from the highest mountain in the kingdom. Destiny shattered into little pieces and was scattered throughout the earth. When Fate realised what he had done, he was overcome with grief, and resolved to find all the fragments of Destiny, and piece them back together, then he and his love would be together once again."
Trunks sighed in annoyance.
"Now why would I care about an old tale like that?" he asked. Even though he couldn't see her face, he could have sworn that the fortune teller had smiled. He turned away, and she continued.
"Fate is still trying to piece together Destiny. And now he has all but one piece. Her heart. The final piece will be found tonight. I warn you, choose wisely, for Fate is known to get into quite a temper if one chooses the wrong path..."
"What are you talking about?" Trunks asked. He turned around to the woman only to find thin air.
A/N: I know, I know, the Fate and Destiny legend is a little corny, but hey, it explains the title, finally! As usual, don't hesitate to tell me what you think! Hope you enjoyed reading, chapter five's on it's way soon
Chapter Four
"I have to hand it to you, Trunks, you did a good job." Gohan was leaning against the wall in the square while Trunks folded his arms and smirked.
"Well, there is no need for such congratulations, Gohan. If I have learned anything from last night's experience it is that noble men are extremely pathetic. It almost makes one glad to be a common criminal"
Gohan grinned. After hearing about last night's events, he was in a great mood. They were one step closer to their goal now, and things were going along smoothly. "A little silly to be saying that now, as you are going to become a nobleman for tonight's job, is it not?" he asked.
"Well, I think I can handle being around those fools for just one night." Trunks replied, smiling. "But I have no idea where I will find the necessary garments to look the part."
The older man laughed.
"Do not worry, Goten is on that job right now. He said that Miss Paris might be able to assist us in finding some suits for you two. You should make your way there now, she's expecting you"
The young thief groaned. "So now I must go to the brothel? I cannot stand that place, all the harlots crowd around me, and their hands go everywhere!"
Gohan smirked. "Goten never complains about that"
"Yes, because they do not do it to him, they have too much respect for Miss Paris. But, if I must go, I must go." Trunks sighed, pulling the twine from his hair and allowing it to fall loose around his shoulders.
"Hmm, you don't like the whores and yet you still make an effort with your appearance." Gohan said flatly, giving him a knowing look. Trunks rolled his eyes.
"They say I look nicer with it pulled back, actually, so maybe they'll leave me be if it is down."
"Clutching at straws, are you not?"
"Probably so, yes." The lavender haired boy shoved his hands in his pockets, and then set off walking in the direction of Paris' Brothel, his shoulders slumped dejectedly. Gohan laughed at him and turned away, ready to return to the hideout. The smile froze on his face as he saw someone he had thought he would never see again.
Marron looked out of the drawing room window impatiently. Goku still wasn't back, and he'd been gone nearly four hours.
"I do hope he hasn't gotten sidetracked," she said to herself.
"Who, my lady?" asked a voice behind her. Marron jumped, turning around. Chi-Chi smiled at the young woman.
"Sorry if I startled you, miss" she apologised, dusting off the mantelpiece and sneezing. "Oh dear, I must have forgotten to dust this last time" she commented, setting down the duster and coughing.
"I wouldn't worry, Chi-Chi" Marron smiled. The maid nodded and picked up the duster again.
"So whom were you talking about?" she asked. The young woman shook her head.
"Oh, just Goku. I sent him down to the village to run an errand for me, and he isn't back yet."
Chi-Chi raised her eyebrows. "I hope he is alright" she commented.
Smiling, Marron gave Chi-Chi a look. "Worried about him are you, Chi-Chi?"
The maid turned away, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Of course not! That's nonsense, Miss Marron!"
"If you say so, Chi-Chi. Why don't you take inspiration from Bulma? I remember my grandfather telling me about her relationship with Sir Yamcha. He said that she was extremely forward. I'm sure all Goku needs is for you to be that way with him." Marron said, laughing, and left her maid to get on with her work. Chi-Chi watched her go and sighed.
"If only you knew the half of it, Miss Marron. Goku and I have been together in the past. And Bulma and I have more in common than you know."
She unchained the locket from around her neck and clicked it open. Inside were two separate locks of black hair, twisted together and secured with a blue ribbon. Trailing a finger down the ribbon, Chi-Chi fought back the tears. Gohan. Goten. They had both been taken from her, and she had not been able to do anything to stop it. Her reflection in the large mirror above the fireplace caught her eye. The same black hair, same white bandana, same strands of hair falling loose, and the same pale complexion. She stared into the mirror, for the first time allowing herself to see all of the pain and hurt she had been holding back. Lowering her dark eyes, Chi- Chi let the tears flow. She couldn't keep them in any more. Covering her face with her hands, and sinking onto the floor, she wept her heart and soul out.
"Yes, Gohan. That man over there, do you see him? Well, his name is Goku. He works in the manor. He is a stable hand, and also serves as a bodyguard for the newborn daughter of the Lord. Marron, I think her name is. Yes, Marron. She will grow up to be quite the beauty, if her mother is anything to go by. Gohan, listen. That is not what I came to talk to you about. I came to tell you that the man you see over there is not just a servant of the Lord. He is also...he is your father."
Gohan shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. That was what his master had told him all those years ago. He hadn't seen Goku since. He stared in shock at the man talking to the flower girl in the square. He was the same as he had remembered him to be.
"Goku. My father."
His brow furrowed as he remembered what his master had went on to tell him.
"He gave you away. No, Gohan, no. Listen to me. I am telling you the truth. He cares nothing for you, my boy. Cast him out of your mind. He and your mother both hated you. That is why you live with me."
As he studied the man, he found that the words rang hollow. How could someone who seemed so kind really be that way? But that was what the master had said. Why would he lie about something like that? It didn't make sense.
Thoughts of his younger brother crossed his mind.
'Goten, he has no idea. But maybe it's best that he doesn't know. What is the point?'
Goku left the flower girl and a young man caught his attention. He was simply staring at him, in a way that almost unnerved him. But somehow, he was so familiar. He decided to chance it, and walked over to the man, who seemed extremely agitated and disturbed at his approach.
"Um.... excuse me my good man, but do I know you?" he asked. Gohan frowned and wouldn't meet his eyes.
"No....no, I don't think so."
"Oh, well, never mind." Goku said breezily. "My name is Goku, and I was wondering if you might be able to help me with something"
"What is it?" Gohan bit out.
"Well, I was just wondering, do you happen to know a young man who goes by the name of Trunks?" The young man's head snapped up and he stared at Goku.
"What? Trunks?" he asked. His father nodded.
"Do you know him? It's just, his mother, she...she is looking for him. I'm trying to help her find him, but I haven't had much luck."
"Maybe his name has been changed." Gohan muttered.
"Maybe so. I wish I could help her, though. I know how she feels, you see. Both of my sons were taken from me when they were very young, and I think of them all the time, it's-" Suddenly he stopped himself, frowning. "I'm sorry, my friend. I really shouldn't be laying my problems on you. You hardly know me, or I, you. I suppose it is because you seem familiar somehow, though I'm not quite sure why."
Gohan looked up at his father, opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it again. He took a deep breath, and tried again.
"I...the reason why I am so familiar to you is...because...I"
Goku looked at him, a little concerned.
"Because?" he prompted gently. Gohan met his eyes and frowned.
'I don't need his pity' he thought bitterly. "Because…I've seen you before. I'm a street merchant. I come here a lot." he finished.
Goku looked a little confused, but Gohan didn't stop to wait for his reaction as he ran off to the safety of the hideout. He hoped that Goten and Trunks would be there, that way he didn't have to think about his feelings.
"Hey, Trunks, wait!" Goten shouted, struggling with the two smart black suits he held in his arms. His friend was walking extremely quickly in front of him. His white shirt had all the buttons ripped off and his long hair was completely messed up, due to all the women at the brothel. Lord only knew what they must have done to him, judging by his traumatized expression.
"Wait I said!"
Trunks didn't slow down. "Goten. Shut up" he said shakily, causing his raven-haired friend to burst into laughter.
"Whatever did they do to you to make you sound like that?" he asked.
"I don't want to talk about it, Goten. And I swear, I am not going back there again, I mean it!"
Goten was almost hysterical with laughter now. "Why? You left your shirt buttons there, did you not?"
"Not by choice!" Trunks retorted, irritated that his friend found the situation so funny. "Stop laughing, Goten, you don't know what I had to put up with while you were with Paris!"
Goten calmed down and caught up with Trunks, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he said, and Trunks brushed his hand off.
"Let's just hurry back, the ball starts in an hour, and we must be ready."
His comrade nodded in agreement.
"Alright then, let's hurry"
Finally, they reached the hideout, and slipped in through the crawlway.
"Gohan? Are you here?" Goten called out softly. His brother did not respond, but simply gazed at him from his desk.
"Gohan? What's up? Did we do something wrong?" Trunks asked warily. Gohan shook his head and stood up.
"No, but you two are cutting it fine. You'd better hurry it along, you have to get all the way to the other side of the village in less than an hour."
Goten shot a confused look at Trunks, who simply shrugged.
"Okay, you are right, Gohan." he said, taking off the ruined shirt and throwing it to the ground with an exasperated sigh. Gohan smiled in spite of himself.
"What happened to your shirt, Trunks?" he asked, amused. Trunks shook his head.
"Those women in Paris' brothel…." He trailed off, putting a hand to his forehead.
"Poor Trunks was assaulted, were you not, friend?" Goten said, stifling a laugh. His brother raised an eyebrow.
"What? A hardened criminal like Trunks? Assaulted by a bunch of prostitutes?" He and Goten began to laugh, and Trunks' annoyed expression only made the two of them laugh harder.
"Shut up!" Trunks growled. "What was I supposed to do? They're working for Paris! And killing them wouldn't have been a good move if I valued my - "
"Well, here's a solution for you, friend. Sometimes a firm 'no' works wonders!" Goten interrupted, smiling. Trunks ignored him and finished doing up the buttons on the new shirt given to him by Paris.
Bulma finished lacing up Marron's corset, humming a cheery tune as she did so.
"There you are, my lady, all done!" she exclaimed. Marron turned around.
"Did you do as I requested, Bulma?" she asked. Bulma smiled and nodded.
"Yes, Miss Marron. You'll be playing Juliet tonight, don't you worry."
The young woman smiled and hugged Bulma.
"Thank you so much, good nurse!"
"Thank me later, now we have to get you ready! The festivities begin in half an hour!"
Marron hurriedly pulled her gown over her head. It was a beautiful, white silk dress. It was plain, no embroidery or beading, but that did not take away from the magic of it. It made the young woman look stunning.
"You will be fabulous, Marron" Bulma whispered.
"Thank you, nurse." Marron smiled, and slipped on her pair of white heels. She stood up and prepared to leave. Bulma caught her hand as she attempted to leave.
"Wait, my lady. I have something for you." She held up a silver necklace, from which hung a circular blue diamond. The candlelight caught the diamond, and it sparkled with an almost unearthly glow.
"Oh…Bulma, it's beautiful." Marron breathed. Bulma handed it to the young woman.
"It was my mothers, but I want you to wear it tonight. I wore it the night I first met V- uh….the father of my children," she corrected herself. She didn't want to say his name, she knew that if she did it would bring all the memories flooding back and she would most likely break down and cry. Marron nodded, putting on the necklace.
"Thank you so much, Bulma." she said.
"Well, go on my lady, you do not want to be late." Bulma smiled, ushering Marron out of the door. She watched her young mistress walk into the ballroom and gave one last smile, then proceeded to get on with her work.
"Come on Trunks! Get a move on!" Goten sighed in exasperation. Trunks was still getting ready and they were already five minutes late at least.
"No, no, good Goten. One should not say 'get a move on', one should say, 'If you would be so kind as to make haste', it is much more proper"
Goten laughed at his friend, who was pulling his hair back into a ponytail.
"Oh, yes, one understands, good sir. Let us make haste to the manor"
The two of them set off walking through the square, Trunks putting on his white gloves and tucking loose strands of hair behind his ears.
"Um…Trunks? Can we go a different way?" Goten asked. His friend arched an eyebrow.
"What's the matter?"
"It's just...remember what happened last time we were here?"
"Yes, I killed those two pathetic nobles" Trunks said matter of factly.
Goten opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it and sighed, following Trunks through the alleyway where they had killed Masaki.
"I don't feel right about this, Trunks" Goten confided. His friend didn't respond.
"Trunks, don't start with the silent treatment. I'm trying to tell you something here!"
Trunks stopped and turned around to face Goten.
"And what do you want to tell me?" he asked coolly.
"You are not who you appear to be"
The loud voice startled the two friends, and Trunks dropped into a fighting stance at the sound. Out of the shadows, a figure clad in red robes appeared.
"Who are you?" Goten asked.
"I am a fortune teller" the figure said simply, and pointed a long nailed finger at Trunks.
"You. You must listen to what I have to tell you" The voice was feminine, but the strange clothing she wore obscured the face. Trunks rolled his eyes.
"What do you want with me?" he asked. The figure walked up to him, staring into his face, and he frowned in irritation. She nodded and stepped back.
"Let me tell you a story, young man. There was once a beautiful young goddess. Her name was Destiny, and she enchanted all the men throughout the kingdom. One of these men was named Fate. He loved Destiny more than he loved anyone in his life. In fact, he loved her with such a passion, that he went mad with jealousy every time he saw her with another. One day, his jealousy consumed him, and in a fit of passion, he pushed her from the highest mountain in the kingdom. Destiny shattered into little pieces and was scattered throughout the earth. When Fate realised what he had done, he was overcome with grief, and resolved to find all the fragments of Destiny, and piece them back together, then he and his love would be together once again."
Trunks sighed in annoyance.
"Now why would I care about an old tale like that?" he asked. Even though he couldn't see her face, he could have sworn that the fortune teller had smiled. He turned away, and she continued.
"Fate is still trying to piece together Destiny. And now he has all but one piece. Her heart. The final piece will be found tonight. I warn you, choose wisely, for Fate is known to get into quite a temper if one chooses the wrong path..."
"What are you talking about?" Trunks asked. He turned around to the woman only to find thin air.
A/N: I know, I know, the Fate and Destiny legend is a little corny, but hey, it explains the title, finally! As usual, don't hesitate to tell me what you think! Hope you enjoyed reading, chapter five's on it's way soon