Disclaimer: Yeah I know this gets really old fast but I kinda gotta say it. *Sighs and repeats* I do not own DBZ, that much is a given. But any and all other characters are of my boredom and creation. Any resemblance they bear to actual people and other characters is strictly coincidental.

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Lightly she tiled her head to one side, obviously fighting and obnoxious laugh. Forcefully she shoved past him, Trunks struggling to not lose his balance. With a sharp tug she pulled the dagger from the stone, returning her blade to its hiding place while keeping a deaths grip on the orb. Hesitating she lightly traced her fingers over the lateral hole she had made.

Turning, she surprised Trunks, the woman wearing a smile finally. Again his stomach took off in search of his ancestors. There was something about the glitter in her eyes that he didn't trust.

Trying to ignore the uneasiness Trunks motioned to her hand with a toss of his head. "So what is that thing?"

She grinned a little wider. "Why should I tell you, when thou whilst not answer thy imploring?"

Blankly he stared at her, wondering why she was using such terminology. With a shrug he figured ~What the hell.~ Extending a hand he returned the sinister look. "Just call me Trunks." Again she fought a snort of laughter, he taking the brief opportunity to retract his hand, having a sudden wash of doubt about her taking it. "You want to know why I am here? I live here. Simple. Built the house myself with the help of friends. I wasn't aware that anyone already had dibs on the area. But oh well. You're too late now. Okay. Your turn."

Rolling her shoulders back she straightened up to her full height, which was only a few inches shorter than he. "I am Sierra, last in the ancient line of Phoenix kin. This land is the home of my ancestors. By building here you decimate hallow grounds. Long ago an oath was swore by one who shall not be named. She brought shame to these lands, but vowed to right wrongs and defeat what caused our extinction. This is a spy for that immortal black." Sierra raised the orb up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of it. "I meant it literally that you would die if you had touched it, so be thankful I spared your life."

"By threatening to kill me."

"If I had truly wanted to kill thou yee would never have seen thy face."

Again he swallowed hard, unsure if she was honest or just trying to scare him. So far he was beginning to believe both were factual.

"S-so what bring you here? Why aren't you out 'avenging?'"

Sierra studied him for a moment, her eyes noting that she was deep in thought. Again she presented the orb. "This is what brings me here. It will take me to where I need to be." Tightly she gripped it swiftly marching outside before he could question her further.

Jogging lightly to keep up he followed her to the door. As soon as she was out he was stunned to finally realize the cold racing into his home, as if she had taken any and all warmth out with her. Doing his best to ignore it he followed her. It wasn't hard to figure out where she had gone; the path of melted ice was tell tale sign of her exit. But at the tree line, which marked the exterior of the forest behind his home, the trail had disappeared without a trace. Literally, as if she had vanished into thin air. Puzzled he looked around, wondering if she had back tracked somewhere. As the winds picked up it was impossible to tell.

A quick thought flashed across his mind and he began searching for her energy. Again it was a dead end. ~Who the hell is she? A ghost? No. ghosts don't pin you to the ground at the speed of light.~ His eyes narrowed against the biting cold, he searching for any sign of the woman. Soon deciding he should be doing so in warmer clothing and boots Trunks stiffly jogged back to his house.

It had taken less than an hour to remove one of the doors from his bedroom and use it as a temporary shield in lieu of the one Sierra had turned into toothpicks. The task complete he stumbled up to bed, curling up tightly beneath the thick down.