Bubun: Ni

Trunks woke up in a bit of a daze. The last thing he remembered was his father coldly walking away from him like he didn't care… he didn't care. Then a light flashed over his eyes and he looked up.

"Are you ok?"

"Huh?" Trunks' eyes came into focus and he saw her looming over him holding a mirror that had been the source of the light. But something was wrong, he was in a bed, and he felt so strange.

"I came over to see you and you looked like you were having a bad dream, so I woke you up…" Trunks didn't answer so she decided to continue talking. "I get worried about you some times Trunks… you know you can tell me anything you want to…" Then she leaned over and kissed him, to his surprise he found that he was kissing her back.

No, she's evil!

Trunks woke up again and found himself in his own room, he wasn't shaking this time and his wrist didn't hurt, but his head did… then he noticed the light outside…

"What the fuck," he raised his hand to his temple and felt a dressing of some sort. When did he hit his head? Suddenly he remembered everything about his last moment of consciousness.

"Otousama…don't…leave me… again."

Since when did he call his dad that and what did he mean by 'again'? As in dying again? But Vegeta wasn't dying. And just what the fuck was up with the dream he just had!?!

"Oh, you're up," Bra's face suddenly appeared over his face.

"Ack!" Trunks was taken aback. "Don't scare me like that!"

"Mom said to watch you… I should probably tell her that you're awake," Bra then happily trotted out of the room.

"How did I get back here?" Trunks put his hand on his forehead. He was so confused right now, a few minutes later Bulma came into the room with a very annoyed look on her face.

"The nerve of that man, he takes you out, beats you up and leaves you for the dead! If Goten hadn't found you I don't know what I-" Bulma started rambling as she walked up to him.

"Whoa, hold on a sec. Who left me for the dead?" Trunks asked really quite oblivious.

"Your father!" Bulma said looking like she was about to go off and kill Vegeta, and from the look in her eyes it said she would succeed.

"He… he left me there?" Trunks asked. He felt like he had just been betrayed. Vegeta really didn't care… at all.

"Yes! And Goten was out flying and he felt your ki waver, he went to go find you and saw you were unconscious with a cut on your head," Bulma looked like she was done explaining.

Trunks touched his wound again, it barely hurt, he hadn't even noticed it before, had Vegeta hit him not because of his trance but just because he was ashamed of him? Trunks mind began to wander around in places that they had never even been to before. His thoughts wouldn't have made sense to anybody else. Feeling more pissed off than he had even when he had been fighting with Vegeta back on the island, he took the dressing off his wound and got out of bed, Bulma almost protested, but then she remembered that Trunks was strong enough to be ok, in fact it finally hit her as odd that he could have passed out in the first place.

"Where's Goten now?" Trunks asked with a cold voice that made Bulma shiver.

"He's downstairs watching some T.V.," she finally answered and he swiftly walked out of the room, Bulma followed, but only as far as her room and then she turned in there to go find something.

Trunks walked into the living room and saw Goten watching some J-pop videos on the music channel.

"Hey, you're awake," Goten said smiling as Trunks sat beside him.

"Yeah, I barely had a scratch anyway," Trunks mumbled, Goten nodded seeing the cut on his forehead as a mere scratch, it wasn't very bad at all. Goten had suspicions that Trunks didn't pass out from the cut.

"There something you wanna talk about?" Goten finally asked.

"I'm fine!" Trunks snapped at his best friend, Goten jumped back a little.

"Shit man, sorry. I was just wondering because I know the cut wasn't that bad and I wanna know why you passed out," Goten said the last phrase in two seconds flat out of pure fear. Something with Trunks was definitely wrong. He would never normally just snap like that.

Trunks paused for a second before he regained his calm and answered. "I've been having these dreams every night now since the night I left to go with my dad… each night it gets worse."

"What do you mean?" Goten inched back to his previous spot on the couch feeling that Trunks probably wouldn't kill him anymore.

"There's this really pretty girl there and-" Trunks stopped himself. Really pretty girl? She was pure evil, how could he possibly slip that she was pretty. What the hell was wrong with him?

"And?" Goten asked, urging him on to continue.

Hoping that the 'really pretty girl' comment would disappear, he continued. "And I think she's trying to kill me…" Trunks then thought for a bit, "No wait, I tried to kill myself, she's just tormenting me… or was it her who tried to kill me…" Trunks suddenly realised that he wasn't too sure at all what was going on in his dream, he was just jumping to conclusions… of course he was very certain that that girl was pure evil and that she was trying to keep him dead… but then again he wasn't dead.

"You lost me," Goten said, his look of confusion showing strongly.

"I lost me to…" Trunks said, his own look of confusion showing strongly.

*

The girl was curled up in a ball in front of him. It was almost like she was crying… he wanted to tell her there was nothing to cry about, and then he remembered how much he hated that girl at the moment. It was probably a good thing she was crying.

Why? Why do you lie to me…?

"I don't even know you," Trunks protested, and then she looked up at him, her hollow eyes almost seeming sad.

You fucking son of a bitch.

*

University is boring; University is boring, Trunks thought to himself as the professor droned on about some unimportant physics equation. Despite his extreme boredom, Trunks was in a fairly good mood, last night as he was watching T.V. he had had the dream again, but it hadn't been scary, and he hadn't woken up in pain. Maybe it would just go away, of course that didn't stop school from being boring. He was rich, why the hell was he going to University? His mind grumbled on for a bit more.

"Ne, Don't like school?"

Trunks looked up in fear, recognizing the girl's voice from his dreams. He was no longer in his class, but rather standing outside of a High School, the sky was grey like it had just rained. The girl was standing beside him wearing a long white dress. She looked so delicate, he had the sudden urge to hold her and protect her no matter what happened.

"I never liked this school," Trunks answered, but it wasn't him answering… yet it was. Trunks got confused again, it was like he was in his body but somebody else was in control.

"Kids can be cruel," she grinned beautifully and started to walk away. Her white dress contrasted with the grey sky so much, she stood out. He blended in, while he was a nobody she seemed like an angel.

Trunks then put his hand over his bruised eye, "Kids didn't do this…"

How'd my eye get bruised?

A bell suddenly cut Trunks' daydreaming off and he was brought back to his class as the students around him began to file out. He gathered whatever books he had on his desk, seeing he was out for the entire class there weren't many. Leaving the door he heard the teacher call his name.

"Yeah?" Trunks turned around curiously.

"I noticed how spaced out you looked, is my class that bad?" The teacher asked smiling.

"Uh… no, I just had a bad night's sleep," Trunks was actually telling the truth here.

"Well, you better get a good night's rest for the test tomorrow."

"Te-test?" Trunks asked in a shock.

"Yup, the unit test is coming up, I hope you pass it, you really are quite smart."

Trunks got out of the class as soon as possible and then found a worthy wall to bang his head off of. This was just perfect! They were having the unit test and he was having a mental breakdown, so it seemed.

"Ah crap," he mumbled silently and then continued to walk home.

"I take it you had a bad day," Goten's voice came up from behind Trunks.

"Oh, I was having a fine day, then I found out I had a test tomorrow," Trunks complained as the two walked down the street.

"So what? I always have tests, and bedsides, your smart enough to ace it," Goten reassured him all smiles.

"Well my mind's been wandering lately," Trunks silently said.

"What about?" Goten asked, the look of obliviousness taking over his face.

"Have you completely forgotten what we talked about yesterday?" Trunks asked raising an eyebrow. What kind of friend forgot what you told him a day later, first his dad and now this?

"I haven't completely forgotten," Goten said with a goofy grin. "You were talking about this dream you were having about some pretty chick… then you lost me."

"It's nice to know you were listening to me," Trunks said cruelly. He had remembered his slip of the tongue and nothing actually important. This was bullshit.

"I was! You were just rambling!" Goten defended himself not actually realizing that Trunks was mad at him.

Why? Why do you lie to me…?

Trunks remembered what the girl had been saying to him in the dream last night. What had he lied to her about? She was going on about how he had lied to her and how he was so mean to her. What about how she was hurting him? And how her hair was cutting the circulation to his arm. And why in the world did he find her so damn attractive?

Trunks bit his tongue even though he had only been thinking, his companion was happily singing and not noticing the look of disgust that suddenly came into Trunks' face. He was so fucking confused. Finally disgusted with being around anybody Trunks decided to hell with being inconspicuous, powered up and flew off.

"Kizustuku nante yowasugariu- HEY TRUNKS!" Goten called after his friend who suddenly was not at his side. Goten looked around a bit dumbfounded. "Now how about that! He left me!"

*

Trunks couldn't take it anymore! Why the hell was she glaring at him so… evilly? Because she is pure evil, Trunks thought bitterly. Any minute now her hair's gonna come to life again and she'll attack me.

"What the hell have I ever done to you?" Trunks finally asked not being able to take her glare. The empty eyes were more than the boy could take.

What have you ever done to me?

Her tone of voice was so vile, so full of hate. Trunks would have taken a step back in fear if he weren't completely immobile, floating above the now red water. His wrist still cut, but no longer bleeding as freely before. It was now a simple drip.

You killed me.

Trunks eyes widened. There was no way! He had never even seen this girl before! How the fuck could she accuse him with something like that?

And now you deny knowing me? You did this last time to.

Last time?

BUT THIS TIME YOU WON'T GET AWAY! AND THIS TIME I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!

She lunged forward and didn't look so frail anymore as she grabbed the knife from him and slashed his wrist anew, and got his right wrist as well.

"GET AWAY!" Trunks shot up in bed and let out his breath as he realized the horrible dream was gone now. He had been wrong, it wasn't getting better, it was getting worse now… "What the fuck is-"

Trunks pulled his hands through his hair and felt something wet drip down his forehead. It wasn't sweat. Drenched in fear Trunks shot out of bed and ran to the washroom. Nobody was home except Bra. Bulma had to go to a meeting late, so he wasn't scared if anybody saw him run through the dark halls in his boxers.

He got into the washroom, turned on the lights and as he saw his reflection in the mirror he almost screamed again.

On his face was his blood, but not blood that had come from his head, blood that had come from his wrist. He stared down at them dumbfounded. The cuts weren't nearly as deep as they had been in the dream, but deep enough for them to bleed freely for the next couple minutes. A piercing shriek cut off all of Trunks' thoughts. He turned his head to his door where he saw his little sister staring at his wrists with wide eyes.

"Oh shit, Bra!" Trunks yelled and got on his knees to be eye to eye with his sister. "It's ok Bra, It's ok," he took his sisters shoulders slightly shaking her.

"Trunks… you're hurt…" she whimpered out.

Trunks was lucky that she didn't quite understand the whole concept of suicide, or else she would have already called 911 in a fit of panic.

"Oh I'm ok," Trunks said and took his hands away before any blood could get on her pyjamas. "I just fell and cut myself, but I'll take a senzu bean and make it all better. You just get back to sleep."

Bra nodded having completely regained her wits. She may have been only 6, but she had a fairly good understanding of what sliced wrists could represent, but she also believed his story, and with a yawn, she set out to bed.

Deciding to take his own advice, Trunks went back to his room where he had a pouch of senzu beans. He took one eagerly with shaking hands and ate the bean. Nothing happened. The shaking in his hands got worse.

"What the fuck…" Trunks mumbled and waited longer, but still after several minutes of waiting nothing happened, the shaking in his hands extended throughout all his body. It wasn't working. It should work. What the hell was going on?

Completely speechless Trunks sat down on his bed and contemplated some things. It could be that perhaps the senzu beans had been a faulty batch, or perhaps the wounds were so insufficient that the senzu beans didn't even notice the cut. Either way, he was going to find bandages and he wasn't going to go to school tomorrow.

I'm a lot more powerful than before… Trunks.

The girls voice rang out through his head and Trunks got suddenly a lot more worried.

*

Bulma stood in front of Vegeta; she had run into him of her way to her car so she could get home after that meeting and almost slapped him. She was still unbelievably pissed off for what he had pulled with Trunks.

"Where the hell have you been?" Bulma asked, or more like demanded.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow like that was the dumbest question one could get asked. "I was training, woman."

"Like hell you were!"

"And what else would I be doing?" Vegeta inquired.

"Damned if I know! But what you did to your son, oh I could kill-"

"What I did to my son?" Vegeta inquired cutting her off. "What do you mean?"

"I mean knocking him out and then leaving him all alone on the island!"

Vegeta paused for a second, he could admit that he had hit Trunks, but really not very hard, what Bulma was suggesting was rather silly seeing the last time he had seen 'the boy' had very much been awake.

"Listen woman, I have no clue what you are babbling about but-" Vegeta was suddenly cut of with a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something was wrong, very wrong, and he had to get home, now.

Vegeta then flew off and Bulma stood there for a few seconds shouting that he shouldn't run off like a coward, and then she noticed that he was heading, home, and she jumped into her car and drove after him.

*

Vegeta, obviously arriving there first, stormed into the house trying to find the source of what he had felt. It wasn't like he had felt a ki or anything, but he had felt something, equally disturbing, almost like complete distress, but the feeling was almost gone now.

Walking upstairs Vegeta could hear someone mumbling curses to himself, recognizing the voice almost instantly, Vegeta realized that it was Trunks.

"Stupid bitch… I'm going to fucking kill her."

As soon as he realized that he was mumbling death threats, he got up the stairs that much faster. The only 'her' that was in the house was his princess and he would be damned if that boy did anything to her. Trunks had been acting very strange so Vegeta wouldn't put that kind of behaviour past him right now.

The source of the several death threats and curses was coming from the bathroom, the door was closed but he could see the light from the cracks, he turned the knob. It was locked.

"One second!" Trunks called from the other side of the door and Vegeta could hear some rustling, getting impatient after two seconds, Vegeta ripped the door open just as he heard a frantic Bulma enter the house.

Vegeta didn't get shocked very much, but the sight that he was presented with definitely put him in his place. Trunks was on the floor attempting to clean up a stain, a stain of blood. Both his wrist were bandaged. Bulma was then beside Vegeta and she was just as shocked, but at least she could speak.

"Trunks what the hell have you done!?!" She pushed past Vegeta and grabbed Trunks shoulders shaking him. "What have you done?"

"I didn't do anything," Trunks tried to explain, but he knew there was know way out of this if he blamed a girl in his dreams. "It was an accident."

"How is this an accident?" Bulma gently touched one of his wrists and he reeled back in pain. He had no clue why they hurt so much, but they really, really did. "Oh Kami…"

"Shit…" Trunks mumbled as Bra, re-awoken, walked to her father's side.

He was going to do more than kill that bitch; he would disassemble her piece by piece, limb by limb in a way that was inconceivable.

(Hello again! *Rubs her eyes* I'm so tired and it's not even 9:40pm! Need sleep… Anyway, I really rushed to get this chapter out because there are so many DBZ fanfics out there and I have to keep you guys hooked ¬_¬;. This story is pretty long, so even if I did write a different part a day, this would still go on for a few weeks. Some quick translations: 'ne' basically means 'hey' and 'ni' means 'two' *bet'cha didn't get that one already!* and when Goten is signing, he's signing "Good Luck & Good Bye" from GW, the translation of the sentence he sings is something like 'biting his lip hard' *GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER*, it was just a random line I took, it means and or signifies NOTHING. Ok, some things I forgot to explain in my last little thing. This takes place a year after DBZ *I hope I got their ages right* and I figured that seeing in DBGT Trunks is the head of CC, he had to have gone to University somewhere in there. It's not explained very well, but seeing Goten is a year younger I put him in there as well. Just to tell you, this basically began *in the story* Friday 23 *if your thinking this year, 2001, check your calendar on that day. Hint: look at what kind of moon it was*, and I'm gonna be going on for about a month… and you'd be amazingly surprised how much can happen in 31 days. I'm at early morning Wednesday the 28 momentarily. Oh, and sorry if I haven't been using very many characters yet ¬_¬; they'll all get in there… oi. By the way, for future reference, I hope most of you somewhat know who Marilyn Manson is. So I think that's all I have to say, now I have to go do my homework and get some shuteye. Remember, I love them reviews. My e-m is still ejhstevens@hotmail.com. Sayonara.)