A/N: Once again, it's been forever since I've updated and I apologize;
I wanted to thank SSJPan779, The Smooster, EvilDemonSoulTaker and everyone
else who reveiwed! Thankies!!! Oh, and someone (I think it was The Smooster)
mentioned that I didn't say what Terra was wearing, or her age. Ok, in
the story, she's wearing a tight green tank top and khaki shorts with long
sleeves cut off from another shirt that cover her arms, and she's around
the age of 14. And the reason her clothes didn't catch on fire when she
semi-blew up the bed was that it wouldn't have fit into the story line.
And the reason she wasn't uncomfortable with Trunks and Vegeta in the room
was that she's just that way... has absolutely no modesty. Well, at least
not much. ^_^' Oh, and there's a twisted little surprise in this chappie
that I had to have, cause, well... I dunno, but I had to have it! So there.
; p. Thanks reading my little rant-ish thing, now please R&R!!!
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Terra didn't know whether or not she was sleeping.
(A/N: You ever get that feeling? It's weird!) It was after the little party
where she'd had that run in with Gohan and almost spilled all her secrets.
It was now reaching the early hours just before dawn and the teenaged red-head
was laying wearily in bed as something flashed outside her window. It looked
like a helicopter... but no, it could be. It was too small. She sighed,
blowing it off as another one of her odd dreams, though not really know
from which part of her past this one came from. Oh well. Maybe it was those
sandwiches... they did taste sorta funny.
One of the lights outside flashed brightly, making
her blink and wince. She sat up slowly. Huh. Guess it's not a dream.
She mused before slinking to the window and opening it just the slightest
bit. Cool, fresh air washed in, bathing her in the sweet smells of summer
as well the sound of a loud engine. She blinked in surprise and squinted,
trying in vain to see what was making so much noise and light.
Grumbling iritably, Terra stalked from her room
downstairs and outside, wearing only her pajamas. (a little silk tank top
and shorts) Whatever it was that had been outside her window had landed;
the lights had dimmed, and the glass dome began to open, letting a hiss
of air out as it did. Terra could just make out the word: HOPE written
down the side in bold, black letters. (A/N: Hehehe! Bet'cha didn't expect
this, huh? ^-^)
A boy, well, more like a young man lept from the
cockpit of the machine, pressing a small button on the side as soon as
he landed. The oddly shaped thing disappeared in a puff of smoke, reverting
down to a capsule. It was only then that the lavender haired boy turned
around. He camed face to face with a certain grumpy red haired girl, who
had come to stand directly behind him, glaring upwards about a foot and
a half.
Trunks looked surprised as he met the girl's glare.
It shocked him how eyes so green could come to look so firey. Terra, however,
wasn't preoccupied with eyes, hers nor his.
"Just what the HELL are you doing here?" She demanded.
Mirai Trunks blinked. She was extremely foward, not hesitating in the least
at demanding answers from him. Nor, (A/N: hehe! I like that word!) it seemed,
did it bother her to stand outside in the middle of the night wearing little
more than a tank top and skimpy shorts. Trunks was silently.
"WELL?!" She exploded. "It's three in the morning.
I want to be sleeping. What. Are. You. Doing. Here." She emphasized each
word with a hardening glare.
Trunks finally seemed to have found his voice. "Um,
I'm sorry to wake you, but I have some business to take care of here. You
can go. Just... nevermind me. Forget I was here." Terra rolled her eyes.
She was tired and cranky; not about to argue with some purple haired guy
with a sword.
"Fine. Whatever." She grumbled and stalked back
towards the entrance of Capsule Corp. Trunks ignored her until she opened
the front door. He blinked, then out of instinct shouted, "Hey!" Terra
jumped slightly and turned back to face the boy from the future, though
she didn't know it.
"What?" She asked in little more than a growl.
"I, uh... Why are you going into Capsule Corp.?"
Trunks questioned.
She did a very impressive immitation of Vegeta's
patented Death-Glare. "Why do you care?"
"My mother is president of Capsule Corp." Wait,
maybe he shouldn't have said that....
Terra cocked an eyebrow. "I don't believe you."
She lied.
Trunks sighed. Who was this girl? She was rude,
stubourn and bull-headed. "My name is Trunks Breifs." He stated wearily.
"And I-" He was cut off by the look the young girl gave him.
"I know Trunks Breifs." She said simply. "It's true
there's quite a resembalance, but I'm more than willing to bet you're not
nine years old." Trunks tried a weary smirk. "No, I'm not. I'm seventeen.
I'm from a different timeline, you see." He paused, waiting for her reaction.
She didn't really look convinced. "Uh huh. Yes, well, if that's so, then
Bulma should know you, correct?" She didn't give him a chance to anwer.
"So that means you'll only have to wait another...." She glanced at the
sky. "Three and a half hours before she wakes up. Night night!" In the
blink of an eye, Terra had slipped inside and locked the doors. Trunks'
jaw dropped. Who was this girl?! Where did she get the nerve to
lock him out of his own home, even if he was from the future?
The lavender haired boy from the future momentarily
thought about knocking the door in, but one thought of the Frying-Pan-of-Doom
that his mother had acquired from Chi-Chi was enough to give a quick, painless
death to that idea. And, he knew his mother too well to hope that she would've
accidentally left a window open or unlocked. Trunks sighed, glancing at
his watch. The time read: 3:04 A.M. Well, at least his mom was an early
riser... He thought miserably.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Terra was jerked from semi-peaceful dream by a loud
shout. Bulma must've found that Trunks from the future... Maybe I shouldn't
have left him outside all night, after all, he is Bulma and Vegeta's son...
'Course he deserved it for waking me up at 3 am. He should be thankful
it was me he woke up and not Vegeta. She thought grogily.
With a yawn, she slid from the bed and undressed,
taking her time in the shower. When she was finally dressed (a green tank
and worn old blue jeans with a bandana) she went downstairs to find future
Trunks sitting at the kitchen table with his mother and younger version
of himself. Mirai Trunks paused when his eyes fell on Terra as she entered
the room, seeming to have forgotten that she locked him out of the house
earlier that morning.
She gave a friendly "Hey" Before making a beeline
for the fridge. Mirai Trunks found himself staring as she emerged moments
later with three large sirlion steaks and half a dozen raw hamburgers.
Shoving them all onto the grill Terra waited until they were fully cooked,
then turned off the grill and slid everything onto a large plate. She took
her place next to Bulma and Chibi Trunks as if eating enough food for a
small party was normal. (it was, for her at least)
M. Trunks gaped as the fourteen year old girl
practically inhailed the 10-15 pounds of meat in front of her. It seemed,
Bulma thought, that Terra preferred meats to any other food group, though
she would eat just about anything if nothing else was available.
She finshed with a satisfied sigh before dumping
her empty plate into the dishwasher and sitting back down. She smiled.
"So, what're ya talking 'bout?" She questioned innocently.
"The Tenkaichi Budoki!" Chibi Trunks exclaimed excitedly.
"You're gonna enter, right?" He asked. Terra grinned and nodded.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world!" She promised.
"Cool! Mirai is entering too!" Chibi Trunks informed
her, pointing to his older self. Terra blinked dumbly.
"That's not fair! He's older than me, which usually
wouldn't bother me, but he's an older YOU!" The red-head steamed at Trunks,
who laughed.
Bulma smiled. "Hey, since you're all entering the
tournament, you're going to need something to wear. You can't fight in
your regular clothes, now can you?" She asked Terra who looked down at
her skimpy top and shorts. She looked back up at Bulma. "I always fight
in clothes like these. You don't always have time to change for a fight
when you live on the street-" Terra stopped dead, realizing what she's
just said. (A/N: A rhyme! Hehe!) Shit! She mentally yelled at herself.
You
idiot! Now they're gonna be all pity-ing and crap! Ugh! Why can't I keep
a secret?!
While Terra was busy with her mental bashing,
Bulma had gone very pale and M. Trunks' eyes had widened. "On... the streets?"
Bulma repeated faintly. Terra momentarily thought about lying, saying that
it was a joke and she was kidding but trashed that idea. Bulma Breifs wasn't
nearly as gulible as she looked.
"Uh. Yeah." She confirmed with a sigh. "On the streets."
She brightened. "But, really, it wasn't as bad as you'd think. Like, this
one time when I was six I-" Terra was cut off by Bulma's disbelieving shriek.
"SIX?! YOU LIVED ON THE STREETS WHEN YOU WERE SIX
YEARS OLD?! WHERE WERE YOUR PARENTS WHEN ALL THIS WAS GOING ON?!?!"
Terra frowned, her face masking the pain and memories
that came flooding back with Bulma's last comment. "My paretns died when
I was three. I was shipped around in foster care till I was five. Then
I ran away and lived on the streets till I came here." Bulma's eyes softened
as she heard this and Chibi Trunks looked at Terra, confused. The red-head
took a deep breath, plastering on a fake smile.
"Well, I've things to do, you know, places to...
stuff...See ya later!" And with that, she disappeared from the kitchen.
Mirai Trunks watched as the fourteen year old girl
fled the room. He knew well the look he had seen in her eyes. The look
of pains long past, memories that would haunt for the rest of time, and...
of fear. But it wasn't a fear he understood. Fear of death, fear for family
and friends... those he understood. But Terra... She seemed to have a fear...
almost, it seemed, a fear of herself.
M. Trunks sighed. He felt bad for her. He
knew she detested pity, but he couldn't help it. Her eyes, it seemed were
like broken mirrors. They reflected the feelings and fears she held inside,
but the emotions that showed were twisted and distorted, so that no one
could fully read and understand them.
The lavender haired boy from the future excused
himself from the table, intent on learning more about the red-haired creature
who called herself Terra. He knew that whatever secrets she held inside
were hurting her much more than she'd ever admit; ever care to admit.
Mirai Trunks had been the only one who had seen
Terra's hand shaking. Shaking, not as if she were cold, or simply a little
emotional, but shaking as if she were having a seisuire. (A/N: I know that's
not spelled right...) Whatever she had seen and been through had scarred
the teen deeply. And he was intent upon finding out exactly what had hurt
her this much.
A/N: Aw, this was a sad chappie! The humor kinda dies down a bit in this and I think the next chapter or two. Prepare for sad stuff. Terra's past soon to be more revealed! Please R&R!!! Flames welcome!
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