Thank you so muchies for all the support and stuff! nn;;;
Okay, the prologue idea sort of came to me in the middle of the night, and it sort of (but not quite) flows with the rest of the storyline. It occurs when Trunks goes to the past the second time, although the regular story begins in the middle of the Cell Saga for the DBZ people.
WARNING!! THIS IS NOT A TRUNKS/SETSUNA. I REPEAT, NOT A TRUNKS/SETSUNA. TRUNKS IS BEING PAIRED WITH A ENTIRELY DIFFERENT PERSON...WHOM WILL NOT BE MENTIONED BECAUSE I WUB KEEPING SRCRETS FROM ALL OF YOU PEOPLE. BUT I BET YOU ALL KNOW ANYWAY. nn;
Anyone who has read the first couple...um...non revised versions of this story will have a good clue to who she is. And people who have read Anime Deathmatch. nn;
Oh, and Lunadragon knows who it is. And Kaiodani too. YOU TWO AREN'T ALLOWED TO GIVE ANYTHING AWAY, YA HEAR? AND NEITHER IS ANYBODY ELSE! NOT EVEN IN REVIEWS! BECAUSE YOU COULD RUIN THE STORY! (I probably already gave it away though...about a million times....nn; )
Okay, on the the prolgue-y thing!
*...*=thinking
"…"=talking
_…_=an emphasis on a word
*~*~*~*
Mirakuru Romansu
Book 1, Prologue
By Lady Firefly (I changed my name. nn; )
*~*~*~*
He would be coming soon.
She knew. She knew when he would come, what he would say, what he would do. For she knew about everything that has occurred, is occurring, has yet to occur. She knew what part he would play, what the others would play, in the vast tapestry of time.
In her heart she knew it was wrong to let him in. There were strict rules to follow, and she had to respect them or she would suffer consequences. But she knew what would happen if she didn't. Time would act as a set of dominoes. One dimension would fall, followed by another, and bit-by-bit, the entire spread of space would die out, leaving nothing but evil and darkness run amok.
So she leaned against her staff and waited for his arrival.
*~*~*~*
He, however, had no knowledge of what he was getting himself into, stepping into that time machine. A lot of weight rested on his shoulders, he knew. He knew (or thought he knew) that what he was doing was dangerous, and foolish to an extent. But, what was he to do, sit around and continue to watch the world around him crumble and fall?
He had already warned the others. His work was supposed to be done.
But in his heart he knew he had to go back. To help the others. To destroy what should never have existed.
They'd taken everything he knew, and had not known. His father, his best friend, and millions of other people that had not deserved to die. He knew what he had to do.
And yet he couldn't help feeling scared.
He sat down and placed his fingers on the controls. He knew how to use the machine, but his hands were still shaking as he pressed different keys and buttons.
All that was left to do was sit and wait until he got where he wanted to be.
*~*~*~*
He would be coming soon.
She began to get bored, waiting for him. Tapping her foot slightly, she sighed impatiently, and fiddled with a strand of her forest green hair.
Around her, all was still. Quiet and peaceful, as it had been for the past century or so. Not a soul had stepped through the gates for the longest time.
Except for them…
She could remember them clearly. She had almost tried to stop them from entering. The fog had hazed her view. But she soon realized her mistake, and welcomed them with open arms.
She missed them. Small Lady especially. the young girl was growing into a beautiful lady right before her eyes.
She was happy for Small Lady. She knew that the 'little princess' had always wanted to be a woman.
Just like her mother.
She sighed once more. *Soon*, she told herself. *Soon.*
*~*~*~*
He was getting bored as well, waiting.
The scope of time in front of him was amazing, ten or fifteen minutes ago. Now it was just getting repetitive.
He sighed, and leaned back in the seat. It wouldn't be long, he kept telling himself. wouldn't be long until he was back alongside his friends.
And his father.
Not knowing what was about to happen next, he closed his eyes for a second.
When the time machine gave a sickening lurch.
He opened his eyes, panicked, and searched up and down the controls to find out what was going on. Everything seemed to be fine with the time machine.
Except for the fact that something, one way or another, was horribly wrong.
"Come on, Trunks, you can handle this." He murmured to himself, though he had absolutely no clue what to do. It was obvious that the problem wasn't the time machine.
Was he landing? No, this wasn't landing. He was sure it wasn't.
He looked out through the dome-shaped window one last time, before the time machine lurched again and his head slammed against the controls, rendering him unconscious.
*~*~*~*
He had arrived.
His time machine had landed on it's side, not twenty feet away from her.
She did not rush over to help. He would wake up soon, she knew.
She soon saw something stirring in the time machine.
So she tightened her grip on her staff and slowly walked towards him.
*~*~*~*
He awoke slowly, and groaned as he tried to get up.
His hand flew to his forehead. "Shimatta," he muttered, as he slammed his other hand down on one of the buttons on the panel. The glass underneath him slipped away, and he fell onto the ground, panting.
He opened his eyes and looked down at the ground. Covered in mist.
*Well this is just perfect*, A little voice inside his head was saying. *You're stuck in the middle of nowhere, absolutely no idea what time period you're in, and the Time machine is probably broken. This is just great. What _else_ could go wrong?*
He groaned, and slowly got to his knees, his hand still holding his head.
When he heard a voice in front of him:
"I would expect more tolerance for pain, from someone who is half saiyajin."
Startled, he looked up.
And saw what looked like a the tip of a silver colored key pointed no more then 2 inches away from his head.
*~*~*~*
"W-who are you?" He sounded scared. And angry.
And scared.
She had no idea what she was going to tell him. She could not tell him her name, she knew. Now was not the time. If he knew her name, he would remember her. And that could possibly alter time.
What could she say, though? She had to tell him something. Or he would not trust her.
So she told him the truth; or at least some of it.
"I am the guardian of time."
He seemed slightly confused at this, as most do the first time they arrive at the gates. Whatever they are expecting to go through to get to their destination, it certainly isn't gated. Perhaps the concept of there even being a gate that controls all time, and even a guardian for them, is simply astounding.
It wasn't very astounding for her. Although, she could remember a time when it actually was astounding. More then two thousand years ago.
"The...nani?" He spoke again, bringing her back to reality.
"The guardian of time."
He frowned. He knew she was answering his question without telling him what he wanted to know. "You have to have a name. Or something. You aren't just the 'guardian of time.'"
"I do have a name." She responded without emotion.
"Then why won't you tell me?"
"Because I do not want you to know." She brought the staff away from his head and pointed it towards the silvery gates behind her. "Come with me."
He stood up reluctantly, eyeing her with an uneasy look on his face.
She mentally sighed. "I know where it is you want to go. I will take you there...if you are willing to go with me."
He stared at her for a while. Then finally, he sighed and lowered his head. "Looks like I don't have a choice."
"I knew you would come." She stated in an amused tone.
*~*~*~*
She lead him through the gates.
He thought it would be over when he stepped through them. He's simply arrive in the past, and that would be that.
But obviously that was not the case.
The gates lead to an extremely large corridor, filled with smaller, colored gateways. Where the doors of the gates would normally be was a screen, sort of like a window to the dimension it housed.
He wondered what would happen if he touched one of the screens. He reached his hand out slowly towards the screen of a green colored gate, with the image of a red haired teenager that looked almost exactly like Gokou. ((Chrono from Chrono Trigger.))
"Do not touch the portals," The green haired woman, who called herself 'The guardian of time', said aloud. Without turning around. As if she had already known what he was about to do.
He jerked his hand back and stared at her. *How did she...*
But she was walking quickly, and he knew he would most likely lose track of her if he strayed.
He ran forward so he was standing next to her, eyeing her black and red fuku.
She eyed him back, with an empty sort of look in her eyes. "It's not too far ahead."
He walked slower, eyeing a mahogany colored portal, depicting a depressed looking ash blonde haired woman dressed in white, standing next to what looked like a birdbath...what it really was, he did not know. ((Galadriel, from Lord of the Rings. And her mirror.)) "What is this place?" He thought aloud.
"They are called the gates of time," The 'guardian' responded, her eyes fixed ahead of her. "Although they really aren't all 'Time gates.' Each small gate leads to a different dimension. The largest gate leads to the past, of the dimension you were previously in." She nodded towards a large, silvery gate, much like the ones they first went through."
"So I go through that one, right?"
"No. You go through a different one."
"But--"
"Using your mother's time machine didn't send you to the past of your own dimension," The woman stated. "It simply created a new dimension that is in every way similar to yours." She turned to look at him. "This new dimension, however, knows about the jinzouningen."
"Because I told them..."
"Exactly."
He blinked, not sure he understood all of this. "So where am I supposed to go?"
She pointed down the hallway, to a blue colored gate. "Down there." She looked at him sternly. "I trust you can get there yourself without getting into any trouble."
He blinked. He was still confused, a million questions still buzzing through his head. Where exactly was he? Why didn't his Okaasan's time machine send him to this place the last time he used it? Who was this woman?
She continued to instruct him. "Walk down to the portal with the blue colored frame. When you get there, touch the image inside it and you will be taken to where you need to be. Do not touch any other portals..." Her eyes lost some of their sternness, and he raised an eyebrow. Did she know something he didn't?
"Alright..." He walked forward, then turned around to look back at her. "Thanks...I guess..."
To which she merely nodded. "Sayonara."
*~*~*~*
He walked down the corridor.
He had to admit, it was interesting, to see all the different dimensions as if looking at them through a window. From mechanical robots to strange creatures fighting each other. He saw more then he had ever imagined he would see in his life, in a span of 5 minutes. Or at least what he thought was 5 minutes. His watch wasn't really working.
He sighed, even more questions forming in the back of his mind. *Get your priorities straight*, he told himself. He had to get back to the past. Or the other dimension. Or...whatever.
When suddenly something silvery caught his eye.
He turned around.
Before him stood a tall portal gate, larger then the others, and white in color, with red rose vines creeping up the edges, the rose blossoms positioned on top. A small silver crystal-looking object was placed on the tip of the gate.
"Damn…" Trunks eyed the gate up and down. "This thing is big."
Then he saw a bunch of high school girls, not much younger then himself, through the 'window' of the portal. They walked in a tight bunch, laughing over something.
Then he couldn't help but notice another girl, about 20 feet away from the tight clique of other girls. She was walking slowly, her eyes pointing downwards…such sad, gray eyes…She looked about as lost as he felt.
He slowly outstretched a hand, as if to touch her…
"Do not touch the portals."
His hand snapped back as if it had been burned. He stared at the portal in shock, and then in the direction of the green haired woman. Without a word, he sighed and walked past the white colored gate, to the smaller, blue one.
He took one last look at the white colored portal before his fingers grazed the image in the blue portal, which quickly seemed to pull him into and through the portal like dust through a vacuum cleaner.
*~*~*~*
She couldn't help but smile as she watched him take one last glance at the white portal.
"Sooner then you think, Trunks…"
*~*~*~*
Yeeeeehah! That was fun! nn; Real real real real fun. It's so fun, writing this fic. And it took me ages, too. oo;;;
And now, you must review. Because I said so. I would kinda appreciate your opinions on this. Like? Don't like? And if you don't like, why not? And remember, I like reading long reviews. And I love getting suggestions. So bring em on, baby!
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More coming soon, I swear. nn;;
Okay, the prologue idea sort of came to me in the middle of the night, and it sort of (but not quite) flows with the rest of the storyline. It occurs when Trunks goes to the past the second time, although the regular story begins in the middle of the Cell Saga for the DBZ people.
WARNING!! THIS IS NOT A TRUNKS/SETSUNA. I REPEAT, NOT A TRUNKS/SETSUNA. TRUNKS IS BEING PAIRED WITH A ENTIRELY DIFFERENT PERSON...WHOM WILL NOT BE MENTIONED BECAUSE I WUB KEEPING SRCRETS FROM ALL OF YOU PEOPLE. BUT I BET YOU ALL KNOW ANYWAY. nn;
Anyone who has read the first couple...um...non revised versions of this story will have a good clue to who she is. And people who have read Anime Deathmatch. nn;
Oh, and Lunadragon knows who it is. And Kaiodani too. YOU TWO AREN'T ALLOWED TO GIVE ANYTHING AWAY, YA HEAR? AND NEITHER IS ANYBODY ELSE! NOT EVEN IN REVIEWS! BECAUSE YOU COULD RUIN THE STORY! (I probably already gave it away though...about a million times....nn; )
Okay, on the the prolgue-y thing!
*...*=thinking
"…"=talking
_…_=an emphasis on a word
*~*~*~*
Mirakuru Romansu
Book 1, Prologue
By Lady Firefly (I changed my name. nn; )
*~*~*~*
He would be coming soon.
She knew. She knew when he would come, what he would say, what he would do. For she knew about everything that has occurred, is occurring, has yet to occur. She knew what part he would play, what the others would play, in the vast tapestry of time.
In her heart she knew it was wrong to let him in. There were strict rules to follow, and she had to respect them or she would suffer consequences. But she knew what would happen if she didn't. Time would act as a set of dominoes. One dimension would fall, followed by another, and bit-by-bit, the entire spread of space would die out, leaving nothing but evil and darkness run amok.
So she leaned against her staff and waited for his arrival.
*~*~*~*
He, however, had no knowledge of what he was getting himself into, stepping into that time machine. A lot of weight rested on his shoulders, he knew. He knew (or thought he knew) that what he was doing was dangerous, and foolish to an extent. But, what was he to do, sit around and continue to watch the world around him crumble and fall?
He had already warned the others. His work was supposed to be done.
But in his heart he knew he had to go back. To help the others. To destroy what should never have existed.
They'd taken everything he knew, and had not known. His father, his best friend, and millions of other people that had not deserved to die. He knew what he had to do.
And yet he couldn't help feeling scared.
He sat down and placed his fingers on the controls. He knew how to use the machine, but his hands were still shaking as he pressed different keys and buttons.
All that was left to do was sit and wait until he got where he wanted to be.
*~*~*~*
He would be coming soon.
She began to get bored, waiting for him. Tapping her foot slightly, she sighed impatiently, and fiddled with a strand of her forest green hair.
Around her, all was still. Quiet and peaceful, as it had been for the past century or so. Not a soul had stepped through the gates for the longest time.
Except for them…
She could remember them clearly. She had almost tried to stop them from entering. The fog had hazed her view. But she soon realized her mistake, and welcomed them with open arms.
She missed them. Small Lady especially. the young girl was growing into a beautiful lady right before her eyes.
She was happy for Small Lady. She knew that the 'little princess' had always wanted to be a woman.
Just like her mother.
She sighed once more. *Soon*, she told herself. *Soon.*
*~*~*~*
He was getting bored as well, waiting.
The scope of time in front of him was amazing, ten or fifteen minutes ago. Now it was just getting repetitive.
He sighed, and leaned back in the seat. It wouldn't be long, he kept telling himself. wouldn't be long until he was back alongside his friends.
And his father.
Not knowing what was about to happen next, he closed his eyes for a second.
When the time machine gave a sickening lurch.
He opened his eyes, panicked, and searched up and down the controls to find out what was going on. Everything seemed to be fine with the time machine.
Except for the fact that something, one way or another, was horribly wrong.
"Come on, Trunks, you can handle this." He murmured to himself, though he had absolutely no clue what to do. It was obvious that the problem wasn't the time machine.
Was he landing? No, this wasn't landing. He was sure it wasn't.
He looked out through the dome-shaped window one last time, before the time machine lurched again and his head slammed against the controls, rendering him unconscious.
*~*~*~*
He had arrived.
His time machine had landed on it's side, not twenty feet away from her.
She did not rush over to help. He would wake up soon, she knew.
She soon saw something stirring in the time machine.
So she tightened her grip on her staff and slowly walked towards him.
*~*~*~*
He awoke slowly, and groaned as he tried to get up.
His hand flew to his forehead. "Shimatta," he muttered, as he slammed his other hand down on one of the buttons on the panel. The glass underneath him slipped away, and he fell onto the ground, panting.
He opened his eyes and looked down at the ground. Covered in mist.
*Well this is just perfect*, A little voice inside his head was saying. *You're stuck in the middle of nowhere, absolutely no idea what time period you're in, and the Time machine is probably broken. This is just great. What _else_ could go wrong?*
He groaned, and slowly got to his knees, his hand still holding his head.
When he heard a voice in front of him:
"I would expect more tolerance for pain, from someone who is half saiyajin."
Startled, he looked up.
And saw what looked like a the tip of a silver colored key pointed no more then 2 inches away from his head.
*~*~*~*
"W-who are you?" He sounded scared. And angry.
And scared.
She had no idea what she was going to tell him. She could not tell him her name, she knew. Now was not the time. If he knew her name, he would remember her. And that could possibly alter time.
What could she say, though? She had to tell him something. Or he would not trust her.
So she told him the truth; or at least some of it.
"I am the guardian of time."
He seemed slightly confused at this, as most do the first time they arrive at the gates. Whatever they are expecting to go through to get to their destination, it certainly isn't gated. Perhaps the concept of there even being a gate that controls all time, and even a guardian for them, is simply astounding.
It wasn't very astounding for her. Although, she could remember a time when it actually was astounding. More then two thousand years ago.
"The...nani?" He spoke again, bringing her back to reality.
"The guardian of time."
He frowned. He knew she was answering his question without telling him what he wanted to know. "You have to have a name. Or something. You aren't just the 'guardian of time.'"
"I do have a name." She responded without emotion.
"Then why won't you tell me?"
"Because I do not want you to know." She brought the staff away from his head and pointed it towards the silvery gates behind her. "Come with me."
He stood up reluctantly, eyeing her with an uneasy look on his face.
She mentally sighed. "I know where it is you want to go. I will take you there...if you are willing to go with me."
He stared at her for a while. Then finally, he sighed and lowered his head. "Looks like I don't have a choice."
"I knew you would come." She stated in an amused tone.
*~*~*~*
She lead him through the gates.
He thought it would be over when he stepped through them. He's simply arrive in the past, and that would be that.
But obviously that was not the case.
The gates lead to an extremely large corridor, filled with smaller, colored gateways. Where the doors of the gates would normally be was a screen, sort of like a window to the dimension it housed.
He wondered what would happen if he touched one of the screens. He reached his hand out slowly towards the screen of a green colored gate, with the image of a red haired teenager that looked almost exactly like Gokou. ((Chrono from Chrono Trigger.))
"Do not touch the portals," The green haired woman, who called herself 'The guardian of time', said aloud. Without turning around. As if she had already known what he was about to do.
He jerked his hand back and stared at her. *How did she...*
But she was walking quickly, and he knew he would most likely lose track of her if he strayed.
He ran forward so he was standing next to her, eyeing her black and red fuku.
She eyed him back, with an empty sort of look in her eyes. "It's not too far ahead."
He walked slower, eyeing a mahogany colored portal, depicting a depressed looking ash blonde haired woman dressed in white, standing next to what looked like a birdbath...what it really was, he did not know. ((Galadriel, from Lord of the Rings. And her mirror.)) "What is this place?" He thought aloud.
"They are called the gates of time," The 'guardian' responded, her eyes fixed ahead of her. "Although they really aren't all 'Time gates.' Each small gate leads to a different dimension. The largest gate leads to the past, of the dimension you were previously in." She nodded towards a large, silvery gate, much like the ones they first went through."
"So I go through that one, right?"
"No. You go through a different one."
"But--"
"Using your mother's time machine didn't send you to the past of your own dimension," The woman stated. "It simply created a new dimension that is in every way similar to yours." She turned to look at him. "This new dimension, however, knows about the jinzouningen."
"Because I told them..."
"Exactly."
He blinked, not sure he understood all of this. "So where am I supposed to go?"
She pointed down the hallway, to a blue colored gate. "Down there." She looked at him sternly. "I trust you can get there yourself without getting into any trouble."
He blinked. He was still confused, a million questions still buzzing through his head. Where exactly was he? Why didn't his Okaasan's time machine send him to this place the last time he used it? Who was this woman?
She continued to instruct him. "Walk down to the portal with the blue colored frame. When you get there, touch the image inside it and you will be taken to where you need to be. Do not touch any other portals..." Her eyes lost some of their sternness, and he raised an eyebrow. Did she know something he didn't?
"Alright..." He walked forward, then turned around to look back at her. "Thanks...I guess..."
To which she merely nodded. "Sayonara."
*~*~*~*
He walked down the corridor.
He had to admit, it was interesting, to see all the different dimensions as if looking at them through a window. From mechanical robots to strange creatures fighting each other. He saw more then he had ever imagined he would see in his life, in a span of 5 minutes. Or at least what he thought was 5 minutes. His watch wasn't really working.
He sighed, even more questions forming in the back of his mind. *Get your priorities straight*, he told himself. He had to get back to the past. Or the other dimension. Or...whatever.
When suddenly something silvery caught his eye.
He turned around.
Before him stood a tall portal gate, larger then the others, and white in color, with red rose vines creeping up the edges, the rose blossoms positioned on top. A small silver crystal-looking object was placed on the tip of the gate.
"Damn…" Trunks eyed the gate up and down. "This thing is big."
Then he saw a bunch of high school girls, not much younger then himself, through the 'window' of the portal. They walked in a tight bunch, laughing over something.
Then he couldn't help but notice another girl, about 20 feet away from the tight clique of other girls. She was walking slowly, her eyes pointing downwards…such sad, gray eyes…She looked about as lost as he felt.
He slowly outstretched a hand, as if to touch her…
"Do not touch the portals."
His hand snapped back as if it had been burned. He stared at the portal in shock, and then in the direction of the green haired woman. Without a word, he sighed and walked past the white colored gate, to the smaller, blue one.
He took one last look at the white colored portal before his fingers grazed the image in the blue portal, which quickly seemed to pull him into and through the portal like dust through a vacuum cleaner.
*~*~*~*
She couldn't help but smile as she watched him take one last glance at the white portal.
"Sooner then you think, Trunks…"
*~*~*~*
Yeeeeehah! That was fun! nn; Real real real real fun. It's so fun, writing this fic. And it took me ages, too. oo;;;
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