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Chapter 16
"And up in the sky...I can see the birds fly"
Trunks stirred. Where had he heard that voice before? And that song? Who was singing it? ..Mother.
"The wind whistles through the leaves..blossoms sway in the breeze "
He drew on memories of long ago, when he was not a year old. How he could still remember, he didn't know, but somehow, he recalled that voice, and that song. Mother.
"It is a glorious day...for the children at play"
"Mother?"
Bulma jumped, staring down at the young man she still held in her arms. His eyes were half opened, his expression part confused and part upset. She gazed at him in disbelief.
"Trunks? Can you hear me?" she asked gently. Her son's eyes finally focused on her face, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Bulma felt her eyes fill with tears as she stared at the boy, he reminded her so much of Vegeta that it made her heart ache. She remembered how she'd been in a similar situation with the raven haired Prince a long time ago. More than twenty years now, it was before she fell pregnant with Trunks. She smiled down at her son.
"Welcome back, my little Prince" she said softly, brushing his hair out of his face. He gazed up at her, suddenly looking vulnerable.
"Mother...?"
The aqua haired woman smiled tenderly, nodding, and then the two simply stared at each other for a few seconds. The moment was interrupted, however, when the dungeon door was wrenched open yet again and Marron, clad in her flowing white dress, her hair streaming out behind her, raced down the steps and straight into the cell.
"Oh, Trunks! I am so incredibly sorry!" she cried. "Please forgive me," she said, kneeling down next to him. Behind her followed Goku, and Lowell, who was chuckling all the while.
"Well well, what did I tell you, good Goku?" he smiled. "It was merely shock keeping him unconscious. He seems to have gotten over it now"
Trunks frowned, sitting up and rubbing his head.
"Ugh...where is this place?" he asked, and immediately raised his eyebrows, surprised at how weak his voice sounded.
"Never mind that at the moment, my boy" Lowell said, walking over to him. "Let us concentrate on getting that injury seen to"
The young thief looked down at his stomach.
"It's fine," he muttered.
"Hush, let Lowell do his work" Bulma whispered, squeezing his hand. Trunks glanced at her. Honestly, he didn't know what to think. He knew she was his mother, he recognised her voice and the song she had been singing to him, but he didn't know what happened now. They had a lot to talk about. But for now, he supposed he should do as she said and let Lowell help him.
He winced as the doctor applied some strange liquid to the wound, making it sting. Luckily, the wound was not huge; it had been a clean stab with an exceptionally sharp dagger, meaning it was small, but very deep. Thankfully, the bleeding seemed to have stopped. Lowell applied a dressing the wound, then took a clean bandage from his pack and wound it around Trunks' middle.
"Sorry, I know you hate bandages when they're not necessary, but I have run out of small gauze patches" he apologised, seeing the look on his patient's face. "This is the only way to keep the dressing in place, I'm afraid," he said, smiling.
"Marron, are you alright?" Trunks asked, concerned. The blonde smiled at him, wiping away the tears streaming down her face.
"I am fine," she whispered
"I was worried that gunshot might have been serious"
"It only grazed my arm" Marron said, trying to keep herself from running over and hugging the life out of him. She was just so glad that he was alright, she had been so worried that he would die before she got a chance to see him again, to tell him how she felt.
She had realised that she had fallen in love with the lavender haired thief a long time ago, but she didn't dare tell him how she felt for fear of how he would react. He was a trained assassin, a criminal, Gohan had told her. He didn't have any emotions. However, Goten had told her different. He said that Trunks did love her. She didn't know who to believe.
But when they had been separated, she had regretted not telling him how she loved him. What if he died? She would have to live with knowing that she hadn't had the courage to tell her one true love how she felt, and she had never found out how he'd felt about her.
But now, in front of everyone else, could she muster up the courage to tell him? Or should she just wait until they were alone? She stood there, in the entrance to the cell, gazing at her beloved. His deep blue eyes stared straight back at her, betraying nothing of what he was thinking.
Finally, she couldn't help herself, and she flew into his arms, clutching the young man as tightly as she could without hurting him. She heard him hiss in pain as her body pressed on his wound and cringed.
"Sorry" she said gently.
"A little pain is a small price to pay for having you near me" he murmured, holding her close and stroking her long hair softly.
"You've changed, Trunks" Lowell said softly, watching the scene before him.
"For the better" was the response the thief gave.
Marron hugged him tighter, never wanting him to let go, wanting to stay with him, hold him like this forever. To know that he was here, that he was alive, that he wouldn't leave her. Trunks closed his eyes, resting his head on her shoulder, and allowed himself a small smile.
His beloved Marron was back where she belonged. With him.
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"Lady Bra! Always a pleasure to see you here my dear!" Krillin kissed Bra's hand and smiled, studying her face. "Oh my, you are looking more like your lovely mother every day!"
Bra smiled, curtsying gracefully.
"Thank you my Lord," she said.
"Now, Lord Seventeen, what brings you here" Krillin asked with a grin. Here to see your sister, are you not?"
"If Eighteen would like to see me then so be it," Seventeen said, tucking his long dark hair behind his ears and looking around with disinterest. He straightened his black silk jacket and glanced at Krillin.
"I can show myself around if you do not mind," he muttered, looking back at Bra and giving her a nod.
"I trust I shall see you later, my lady" he said, and walked off to the drawing room, where he knew his sister was most likely to be.
"Well then Miss Bra, are you here to see my daughter?" Lord Krillin asked. "Or do you wish to see your mother?"
""I would like to see Lady Marron if that is not too much trouble" Bra said with a little smile. "How is she?"
"As well as to be expected, my dear," the lord said, shaking his head. "She seems to be a little delirious though, earlier she was rambling about that vicious criminal, something about how he and his accomplice had simply being helping her! Imagine! Those filthy street rats must have brainwashed her or something, ever since she has gotten home she has been moody, disobedient...they have definitely had a lot of influence on her, she even lost her temper with me before!"
"I'm sorry to hear that" Bra said, hiding her smile behind her gloved hand. "May I speak with her?"
The short man nodded. "Of course you may. I shall escort you there"
Bra nodded and did not resist as Krillin took her arm and led her up the stairs. She admired the ornate décor of the stair hallway, no matter how many times she saw the place; she would always be surprised at how beautiful it looked. Finally the two of them reached Marron's room. Krillin knocked gently.
"Marron, my dear? You have a visitor"
There was no response from within, no surprise really. Krillin offered his young companion a small smile.
"I apologise, Miss Bra. When she gets like this, it is often best to leave her be"
The young woman tucked a strand of aqua hair behind her ear, nodding sadly.
"I understand," she said softly. "Very well. I should like to see my mother"
Krillin smiled, motioning for her to follow him. "She shall be in the servant's quarters I am sure"
Bra followed silently, disappointed. She had wanted to see Marron, to tell her all about Goten, to see what she thought. Speaking of Goten, she hadn't seen him for a while, he had told her to meet him in the square a few nights ago and had never shown up. What had happened to him? Did he just not want to see her? Was that it? He had seemed so sweet, there was no way he would do that.
To be honest, she was worried about him. He might have been attacked, or imprisoned, or even worse, maybe killed! Forcing those thoughts out of her mind, Bra followed Krillin through the hallway leading to the servant's chamber. She decided to talk to her mother about it. Maybe she could help her find him.
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A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long; this fic is just refusing to be written lately! I'm finding it almost effortless to write CCC and Once, the chapters just seem to flow straight away. However, Fragments is being annoying and not flowing at all. Hope that this chapter was okay, and that Trunks and Bulma's meeting wasn't too sappy. I just had to write the 'little prince' bit, it just seemed so sweet, and it struck me as a very Bulma thing to say. And hey! There was a lil T/M romanciness for once! And from this chapter on, there's a lot more where that came from! Ja ne for now, and big hugs to all you great reviewers, you guys are the coolest! Later!
Aerith
Chapter 16
"And up in the sky...I can see the birds fly"
Trunks stirred. Where had he heard that voice before? And that song? Who was singing it? ..Mother.
"The wind whistles through the leaves..blossoms sway in the breeze "
He drew on memories of long ago, when he was not a year old. How he could still remember, he didn't know, but somehow, he recalled that voice, and that song. Mother.
"It is a glorious day...for the children at play"
"Mother?"
Bulma jumped, staring down at the young man she still held in her arms. His eyes were half opened, his expression part confused and part upset. She gazed at him in disbelief.
"Trunks? Can you hear me?" she asked gently. Her son's eyes finally focused on her face, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Bulma felt her eyes fill with tears as she stared at the boy, he reminded her so much of Vegeta that it made her heart ache. She remembered how she'd been in a similar situation with the raven haired Prince a long time ago. More than twenty years now, it was before she fell pregnant with Trunks. She smiled down at her son.
"Welcome back, my little Prince" she said softly, brushing his hair out of his face. He gazed up at her, suddenly looking vulnerable.
"Mother...?"
The aqua haired woman smiled tenderly, nodding, and then the two simply stared at each other for a few seconds. The moment was interrupted, however, when the dungeon door was wrenched open yet again and Marron, clad in her flowing white dress, her hair streaming out behind her, raced down the steps and straight into the cell.
"Oh, Trunks! I am so incredibly sorry!" she cried. "Please forgive me," she said, kneeling down next to him. Behind her followed Goku, and Lowell, who was chuckling all the while.
"Well well, what did I tell you, good Goku?" he smiled. "It was merely shock keeping him unconscious. He seems to have gotten over it now"
Trunks frowned, sitting up and rubbing his head.
"Ugh...where is this place?" he asked, and immediately raised his eyebrows, surprised at how weak his voice sounded.
"Never mind that at the moment, my boy" Lowell said, walking over to him. "Let us concentrate on getting that injury seen to"
The young thief looked down at his stomach.
"It's fine," he muttered.
"Hush, let Lowell do his work" Bulma whispered, squeezing his hand. Trunks glanced at her. Honestly, he didn't know what to think. He knew she was his mother, he recognised her voice and the song she had been singing to him, but he didn't know what happened now. They had a lot to talk about. But for now, he supposed he should do as she said and let Lowell help him.
He winced as the doctor applied some strange liquid to the wound, making it sting. Luckily, the wound was not huge; it had been a clean stab with an exceptionally sharp dagger, meaning it was small, but very deep. Thankfully, the bleeding seemed to have stopped. Lowell applied a dressing the wound, then took a clean bandage from his pack and wound it around Trunks' middle.
"Sorry, I know you hate bandages when they're not necessary, but I have run out of small gauze patches" he apologised, seeing the look on his patient's face. "This is the only way to keep the dressing in place, I'm afraid," he said, smiling.
"Marron, are you alright?" Trunks asked, concerned. The blonde smiled at him, wiping away the tears streaming down her face.
"I am fine," she whispered
"I was worried that gunshot might have been serious"
"It only grazed my arm" Marron said, trying to keep herself from running over and hugging the life out of him. She was just so glad that he was alright, she had been so worried that he would die before she got a chance to see him again, to tell him how she felt.
She had realised that she had fallen in love with the lavender haired thief a long time ago, but she didn't dare tell him how she felt for fear of how he would react. He was a trained assassin, a criminal, Gohan had told her. He didn't have any emotions. However, Goten had told her different. He said that Trunks did love her. She didn't know who to believe.
But when they had been separated, she had regretted not telling him how she loved him. What if he died? She would have to live with knowing that she hadn't had the courage to tell her one true love how she felt, and she had never found out how he'd felt about her.
But now, in front of everyone else, could she muster up the courage to tell him? Or should she just wait until they were alone? She stood there, in the entrance to the cell, gazing at her beloved. His deep blue eyes stared straight back at her, betraying nothing of what he was thinking.
Finally, she couldn't help herself, and she flew into his arms, clutching the young man as tightly as she could without hurting him. She heard him hiss in pain as her body pressed on his wound and cringed.
"Sorry" she said gently.
"A little pain is a small price to pay for having you near me" he murmured, holding her close and stroking her long hair softly.
"You've changed, Trunks" Lowell said softly, watching the scene before him.
"For the better" was the response the thief gave.
Marron hugged him tighter, never wanting him to let go, wanting to stay with him, hold him like this forever. To know that he was here, that he was alive, that he wouldn't leave her. Trunks closed his eyes, resting his head on her shoulder, and allowed himself a small smile.
His beloved Marron was back where she belonged. With him.
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"Lady Bra! Always a pleasure to see you here my dear!" Krillin kissed Bra's hand and smiled, studying her face. "Oh my, you are looking more like your lovely mother every day!"
Bra smiled, curtsying gracefully.
"Thank you my Lord," she said.
"Now, Lord Seventeen, what brings you here" Krillin asked with a grin. Here to see your sister, are you not?"
"If Eighteen would like to see me then so be it," Seventeen said, tucking his long dark hair behind his ears and looking around with disinterest. He straightened his black silk jacket and glanced at Krillin.
"I can show myself around if you do not mind," he muttered, looking back at Bra and giving her a nod.
"I trust I shall see you later, my lady" he said, and walked off to the drawing room, where he knew his sister was most likely to be.
"Well then Miss Bra, are you here to see my daughter?" Lord Krillin asked. "Or do you wish to see your mother?"
""I would like to see Lady Marron if that is not too much trouble" Bra said with a little smile. "How is she?"
"As well as to be expected, my dear," the lord said, shaking his head. "She seems to be a little delirious though, earlier she was rambling about that vicious criminal, something about how he and his accomplice had simply being helping her! Imagine! Those filthy street rats must have brainwashed her or something, ever since she has gotten home she has been moody, disobedient...they have definitely had a lot of influence on her, she even lost her temper with me before!"
"I'm sorry to hear that" Bra said, hiding her smile behind her gloved hand. "May I speak with her?"
The short man nodded. "Of course you may. I shall escort you there"
Bra nodded and did not resist as Krillin took her arm and led her up the stairs. She admired the ornate décor of the stair hallway, no matter how many times she saw the place; she would always be surprised at how beautiful it looked. Finally the two of them reached Marron's room. Krillin knocked gently.
"Marron, my dear? You have a visitor"
There was no response from within, no surprise really. Krillin offered his young companion a small smile.
"I apologise, Miss Bra. When she gets like this, it is often best to leave her be"
The young woman tucked a strand of aqua hair behind her ear, nodding sadly.
"I understand," she said softly. "Very well. I should like to see my mother"
Krillin smiled, motioning for her to follow him. "She shall be in the servant's quarters I am sure"
Bra followed silently, disappointed. She had wanted to see Marron, to tell her all about Goten, to see what she thought. Speaking of Goten, she hadn't seen him for a while, he had told her to meet him in the square a few nights ago and had never shown up. What had happened to him? Did he just not want to see her? Was that it? He had seemed so sweet, there was no way he would do that.
To be honest, she was worried about him. He might have been attacked, or imprisoned, or even worse, maybe killed! Forcing those thoughts out of her mind, Bra followed Krillin through the hallway leading to the servant's chamber. She decided to talk to her mother about it. Maybe she could help her find him.
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A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long; this fic is just refusing to be written lately! I'm finding it almost effortless to write CCC and Once, the chapters just seem to flow straight away. However, Fragments is being annoying and not flowing at all. Hope that this chapter was okay, and that Trunks and Bulma's meeting wasn't too sappy. I just had to write the 'little prince' bit, it just seemed so sweet, and it struck me as a very Bulma thing to say. And hey! There was a lil T/M romanciness for once! And from this chapter on, there's a lot more where that came from! Ja ne for now, and big hugs to all you great reviewers, you guys are the coolest! Later!
Aerith