Disclaimer: Again. I do not own DBZ, but really wish I could buy the rights
to Trunks. (He's just so cute!)
But that aside, on with the show--- er--- story.
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Her head ringing like a gong she slowly awoke. The young woman tried to think of how long she had been out. A cold wind sent the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck to a stand. Shuddering she rubbed away the chill.
Trying to ignore the aches of her frozen joints and limbs she crawled out to the chard remains of her home. Everything and everyone was gone. Swallowing hard she choked back nausea from the sight and stench nestled in the new fallen snow. Pulling a singed cloak tighter about her shoulders she staggered through the early morning light, searching for any sign of life. Any that were left were unrecognizable. Curling back up into a tight ball she cowered against a pile of rubble that had previously been the center of the village, now at a loss for tears. Under her breath she swore an oath, promising from the depths of her soul that she would return the favor to the evil that had dealt the first blow.
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Bored Trunks lightly prodded a fire, dully crackling away in the hearth, with a poker. He had been extended an offer to ring in the new year with the rest of the Z warriors, but tonight he just didn't feel up to being social. Ebalym had left three days after their last fight. Just long enough to gather her belongings and walk out the door with a new boyfriend. Trunks had wanted to beat the living daylights out of both. Him for the smug grins, her for trying to flaunt the situation in his face. Once they were both past the threshold he gave the pair the bird and slammed the door so hard it nearly fell off its hinges.
That was earlier in the spring. But he had stayed true to his word and not lost any sleep over the break up. He had never truly like her anyway, and was only with her because of the fact that she was a Saiyan. Yet Trunks quickly grew tired of her ego, and had wanted to tell her off for the longest time, all he needed was an opening. The one he received was a blessing from the Gods. No longer under the whip of her yearlong reign he had quickly taken the title at the Tournament, dealing a crushing defeat to his life long companion, Gohan.
Loneliness had soon begun to eat away at him afterwards. He had tried to block out the thoughts with continuous training, but during his meditation sessions the silence struck his nerves like a titanic gong, leaving him irritable and quick to anger. His friends avoided him as much as possible lately.
Without warning his front door crumbled to splinters and the icy winter winds raced though his house. The fire at his feet leapt in reply to an energy that he had yet to sense. With surprising speed and accuracy a small blade singed the side of his chair, narrowly missing his right ear, and pinning a small orb to his stone hearth. Everything happened so fast that by the time that he was able to turn around he was nose-to-point with a drawn arrow. Its holder a young woman of her early twenty's. Trunks rapidly made mental notation of the stranger. Her thick brown hair was loosely held back by a strip of dark violet velvet, and she wore the attire of a traveler from long ago. Laced up tunic, brown leather pants, and laced up leather boots, and cloak of ashen gray. At her hips crossed a pair of belts, one for a full quiver the other a long blade. She looked like she had just stepped out of some sort of strange time warp. However none of that stood out as strongly as her deep emerald eyes. They burned with such and intense flame that hot and cold shivers were battling it out in his spine.
"Who are you." She growled, pulling the bowstring back another inch or so, Trunks having to swallow his stomach back down at the nerve-chilling creak. Even at this range he could dodge any attack thrown by her, normally, but her eyes were holding him in place. Within the hearth flames danced wildly, mimicking the anger flashing deep in those vivid orbs. "Answer me. Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Trunks struggled to collect his thoughts, stalling for time to find voice enough to answer.
The string tightened another inch, he swearing that it would break if she were to be any rougher with it.
"I think I should be the one asking the questions around here. Like as to why you are threatening me in my own home." Trunks felt his stomach slither into his knees.
"Jest not. Leave this land. It is not yours to build upon." With a small twitch of the arrow she motioned him to the door, but Trunks remained rooted. Partially unsure of what to really do, partially determined to defend his home, even if it meant that he would have to hit a girl.
Finding courage that he shouldn't have exposed he sharply turned and walked back to the hearth, reaching for the dagger, having nearly forgotten about it. As his hand moved closer emerald flames leap at his hand, daring him to take it. "Touch that and you will die, I swear it on my sword." She was right behind him again; this time he could sense the sharp projectile only inches from his back. Now there were two things bugging him. How the hell she had moved so fast without him sensing her, and what it was she had embedded into solid stone.
"I think I have a right to know what is in my home and why." He snorted, not willing to turn and face her at this moment. She was beautiful for one, it intimidating him for reasons unknown to him, and second he wasn't too ready to look back at the weapon she had poised waiting for release.
"It is none of your business and of mine alone. Leave now or I shall be forced to harm you." With his stomach in knots he glanced over his shoulder to look at her. "Answer me." Her words were colder than the world outside the walls.
Finally finding his actual strength Trunks returned her glare. "No." He hardly had time to react as she released the arrow.
Blinking in shock he stared up at her. Somehow she had been able to pin him and draw another dagger to his throat all in the time it took him to catch her first assault. "I have warned you enough. I have no time for such games as these. Leave here or you will be destroyed."
"I can take care of myself."
She snorted again, stuffing the blade back into a hidden wrist sheath. "Do not challenge what you do not understand. Leave now. I do this for your safety."
"Listen lady, I am not going anywhere. And I don't think you have any idea of how capable I am of taking care of myself." She eyed him for a moment, sizing the young warrior up. Lightly she snorted with laughter. Before the woman could respond he continued. "I have been helping to save the world since before I was born, and have battled more enemies than guys you have probable kissed."
Lightly she tilted her head to the side, returning a sinister grin.
But that aside, on with the show--- er--- story.
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Her head ringing like a gong she slowly awoke. The young woman tried to think of how long she had been out. A cold wind sent the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck to a stand. Shuddering she rubbed away the chill.
Trying to ignore the aches of her frozen joints and limbs she crawled out to the chard remains of her home. Everything and everyone was gone. Swallowing hard she choked back nausea from the sight and stench nestled in the new fallen snow. Pulling a singed cloak tighter about her shoulders she staggered through the early morning light, searching for any sign of life. Any that were left were unrecognizable. Curling back up into a tight ball she cowered against a pile of rubble that had previously been the center of the village, now at a loss for tears. Under her breath she swore an oath, promising from the depths of her soul that she would return the favor to the evil that had dealt the first blow.
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Bored Trunks lightly prodded a fire, dully crackling away in the hearth, with a poker. He had been extended an offer to ring in the new year with the rest of the Z warriors, but tonight he just didn't feel up to being social. Ebalym had left three days after their last fight. Just long enough to gather her belongings and walk out the door with a new boyfriend. Trunks had wanted to beat the living daylights out of both. Him for the smug grins, her for trying to flaunt the situation in his face. Once they were both past the threshold he gave the pair the bird and slammed the door so hard it nearly fell off its hinges.
That was earlier in the spring. But he had stayed true to his word and not lost any sleep over the break up. He had never truly like her anyway, and was only with her because of the fact that she was a Saiyan. Yet Trunks quickly grew tired of her ego, and had wanted to tell her off for the longest time, all he needed was an opening. The one he received was a blessing from the Gods. No longer under the whip of her yearlong reign he had quickly taken the title at the Tournament, dealing a crushing defeat to his life long companion, Gohan.
Loneliness had soon begun to eat away at him afterwards. He had tried to block out the thoughts with continuous training, but during his meditation sessions the silence struck his nerves like a titanic gong, leaving him irritable and quick to anger. His friends avoided him as much as possible lately.
Without warning his front door crumbled to splinters and the icy winter winds raced though his house. The fire at his feet leapt in reply to an energy that he had yet to sense. With surprising speed and accuracy a small blade singed the side of his chair, narrowly missing his right ear, and pinning a small orb to his stone hearth. Everything happened so fast that by the time that he was able to turn around he was nose-to-point with a drawn arrow. Its holder a young woman of her early twenty's. Trunks rapidly made mental notation of the stranger. Her thick brown hair was loosely held back by a strip of dark violet velvet, and she wore the attire of a traveler from long ago. Laced up tunic, brown leather pants, and laced up leather boots, and cloak of ashen gray. At her hips crossed a pair of belts, one for a full quiver the other a long blade. She looked like she had just stepped out of some sort of strange time warp. However none of that stood out as strongly as her deep emerald eyes. They burned with such and intense flame that hot and cold shivers were battling it out in his spine.
"Who are you." She growled, pulling the bowstring back another inch or so, Trunks having to swallow his stomach back down at the nerve-chilling creak. Even at this range he could dodge any attack thrown by her, normally, but her eyes were holding him in place. Within the hearth flames danced wildly, mimicking the anger flashing deep in those vivid orbs. "Answer me. Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Trunks struggled to collect his thoughts, stalling for time to find voice enough to answer.
The string tightened another inch, he swearing that it would break if she were to be any rougher with it.
"I think I should be the one asking the questions around here. Like as to why you are threatening me in my own home." Trunks felt his stomach slither into his knees.
"Jest not. Leave this land. It is not yours to build upon." With a small twitch of the arrow she motioned him to the door, but Trunks remained rooted. Partially unsure of what to really do, partially determined to defend his home, even if it meant that he would have to hit a girl.
Finding courage that he shouldn't have exposed he sharply turned and walked back to the hearth, reaching for the dagger, having nearly forgotten about it. As his hand moved closer emerald flames leap at his hand, daring him to take it. "Touch that and you will die, I swear it on my sword." She was right behind him again; this time he could sense the sharp projectile only inches from his back. Now there were two things bugging him. How the hell she had moved so fast without him sensing her, and what it was she had embedded into solid stone.
"I think I have a right to know what is in my home and why." He snorted, not willing to turn and face her at this moment. She was beautiful for one, it intimidating him for reasons unknown to him, and second he wasn't too ready to look back at the weapon she had poised waiting for release.
"It is none of your business and of mine alone. Leave now or I shall be forced to harm you." With his stomach in knots he glanced over his shoulder to look at her. "Answer me." Her words were colder than the world outside the walls.
Finally finding his actual strength Trunks returned her glare. "No." He hardly had time to react as she released the arrow.
Blinking in shock he stared up at her. Somehow she had been able to pin him and draw another dagger to his throat all in the time it took him to catch her first assault. "I have warned you enough. I have no time for such games as these. Leave here or you will be destroyed."
"I can take care of myself."
She snorted again, stuffing the blade back into a hidden wrist sheath. "Do not challenge what you do not understand. Leave now. I do this for your safety."
"Listen lady, I am not going anywhere. And I don't think you have any idea of how capable I am of taking care of myself." She eyed him for a moment, sizing the young warrior up. Lightly she snorted with laughter. Before the woman could respond he continued. "I have been helping to save the world since before I was born, and have battled more enemies than guys you have probable kissed."
Lightly she tilted her head to the side, returning a sinister grin.
