Bubun: Roku

"Kill me… again?" Trunks was obviously confused, who the hell wouldn't be? This girl waltzes in and claims her daughter is trying to kill him again. And the daughter claimed he had killed her. What the hell was going on here?

"Oh yes, I suppose you don't remember Hitomi at all," she replied meekly and sat down beside him. She was wearing black cargo pants and a white tank top. Her face made her looks to be in her thirties, but only because she looked so mature. If you weren't looking in her eyes you'd see a normal teen, around the same age as him or… wait a sec. Who's Hitomi?

"Hitomi?" Trunks asked feeling a tad more comfortable around the girl; he couldn't sense any hostile intentions, couldn't sense anything at all.

For the first time Manako looked shocked. "My daughter Hitomi, don't you even remember her name?" She said it almost laughing in disbelief. "I mean, even if you can't remember… you didn't ask?"

"Of course I asked but… hell, why would I even care?" Trunks decided her name wasn't that important, or who this Hitomi person was… then he began thinking and realised that Yume Mi was Hitomi. He could be dense when he was thinking about other stuff…

"And you two were so damn close before…" she replied getting her composure back. Trunks mind filled with all the daydreams, he seemed to always feel so safe with her… and in the dreams he felt like killing her. "So you asked huh? What'd she say her name was? Yume Mi?"

"Uh… yeah, she did," Trunks looked at her awkwardly, how'd she know?

"Figures, you got her title, not her name. I guess she was so bitter that she didn't want to tell you her name," Manako said and began to play with something Trunks hadn't noticed before. It seemed to be a mirror or something attached to a chain around her neck. Why was that mirror so familiar?

"Wait one fucking second, you said she was trying to kill me. Shouldn't I be the bitter one?" Trunks demanded getting a little mad.

"You can both be bitter, but she has more right to be. She's trying to kill you, and has tired. You tried once and succeeded, she's dedicated her life to the task. I'm happy she's finally found you."

"Hold on, she's been trying to kill me her whole life and you're glad?"

"Yes!" Manako snapped and Trunks was a bit startled, her moods swung just like Yume Mi's… no, Hitomi's.

"And just when the hell did I kill her anyway?" Trunks asked finally losing his temper.

Manako stood up. "February 24th, 2001."

"What?" Trunks was speechless… almost. "But I wasn't even born then… I'm sure you weren't even born then!"

She leaned on the bed and got a devious grin in her eyes. "I may look young, but I'm a lot older. I was conceived the night the year 2000 began, and my daughter Hitomi… July 7th."

"Seven month after you were born you had a kid?" Trunks wanted to slap some sense into this woman. Had she escaped from a mental institution or something?

"Is that so holy unbelievable Trunks?" She leaned in more so that her face was mere cm from his. She smelled like cinnamon, but very faintly. "Don't you believe in magic anymore?"

"An-anymore???" Trunks choked out, backing away a bit. Manako stood up straight again.

"Try to remember your past lives Trunks, don't keep anything out… even the 'incident'. Let it all in and… remember."

The word 'incident' struck a cord in Trunks' brain; Hitomi had mentioned it before, now she was mentioning it again. What was this 'incident'? Was that what he was remembering?

Manako then turned and started to walk away, she seemed to be finished with her message… whatever it was. Maybe she had just come to taunt him with what she knew but wouldn't tell. Trunks' mind went frantic trying to find a way to make her stay, then he thought of something.

"What did you mean by your power is defined by the moon?" Manako stopped and turned around, Trunks suppressed his grin. He had got her to stay, and why was he happy? She seemed to want him dead…

"Something has to define my power, and it's the moon, because it's ever changing. Of course, unlike me, Hitomi's powers are at her fullest, she grinned again. "Meaning she can kill you now if she wants.

Trunks' body went rigid; it was more from anger than fright. She's just been toying with him the whole time? It wasn't like he could have done anything, but it still pissed him off. Off course, now she could kill him. Trunks quickly pushed that to the back of his mind, he wanted to figure out the most he could.

"But, it's the quarter moon… wouldn't it have to be the full moon?" Maybe they were both just toying with him… of course, if she could wound him, she could most likely kill him too.

A dark shadow seemed to cross her face, even though the room was practically pitch black already. "Because of her… Tousan."

"Her father?" Trunks asked making sure.

"Yes," Manako hissed out.

"I don't suppose you could tell me…?" Trunks asked meekly.

"No. It doesn't matter."

"But-" Trunks asked suddenly very curious.

"But nothing Trunks!" She lashed out. "God damn it! You were nosy back then and you're still fucking nosy."

"When was 'back then'?" Trunks asked confused again.

"Didn't we go through this already?" Manako asked getting her calm back completely.

"I guess… but, I still don't get it," Trunks almost whispered out.

"You will, maybe you should just ask Hitomi." She turned to leave and then remembered something. She then went into her purse and pulled out a folded note, she threw it at him and left without saying another word.

The paper was old and very brittle; Trunks very carefully opened it and began reading.

I loved you Trunks, we could have been together forever. Think about it. You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it. And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it. I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without me.

Trunks put the note down. He knew who wrote it. Yume Mi wrote it, Hitomi wrote it.

*

Goten slowly came back into consciousness and looked around the dark basement. What the hell was he doing in a basement? Who's basement was he in? Looking around with a horrible headache Goten finally came to the conclusion that he was in his own basement.

"That's good… I think…" Goten checked his watch and saw that it was well past noon. Groaning, Goten sat up and decided to find something to eat. He was so hungry.

He walked up the stairs and opened the door leading into the rest of the house; sunlight blinded him giving him a worse headache. Dammit. Today was starting to be a 'bad day' and he wasn't even awake by his standards.

Before he could get a few more complaints out, his ever-chirpy (if not worrying) mother greeted him, scaring him so much that he almost fell back down the stairs.

"GOTEN! You're awake!"

"Ack!" Goten griped to the doorframe to keep from falling. "Mom! You scared me half to death," Goten said, regaining his senses, now fully and completely awake.

"Oh, I'm sorry. But I just thought that'd you'd like something to eat; I know you have your father's appetite. And seeing your father's gone, cooking food for you will give me something to do."

"Uhhhh," Goten tried to comprehend what she had just said in about two seconds. "Food would be good," Goten sat down at the kitchen table and Chichi began busying herself with cooking. "Where'd you say dad was?"

"Oh, he went back to Kurin tower with Gohan this morning. You were asleep, so I said I'd send you after them once you woke up."

"Kurin tower…" Goten mumbled and the events over the past few days came back to him in full. Trunks… "Hey mom, have you heard anything about how Trunks is doing?"

Chichi thought for a bit. "Now that you mention, I was talking to Bulma on the phone and she said Trunks was out of the hospital." Goten's eyes went wide with the good news. "Apparently he's healing really fast, doctor says it's a miracle and that his burns could even be healed next week."

Goten jumped up to his feet. "What?"

"Yeah, It's really weird," Chichi said not noticing him stand up.

"Mom! Do you realise what you just said!?!" Goten asked excited.

"That it was weird?" Chichi asked confused.

"Trunks is healing! The senzu's are working! Just slower!" With a laugh Goten bounded out of the room ignoring his headache, then he got to the door when a question hit him, one that he couldn't find a good answer to.

Why should I help Trunks?

"I don't care Goten, about what trouble you may get in! That doesn't mean anything me! You don't mean anything to me!"

He had tried pushing that to the back of his head. He had ignored it and let Trunks drag him around, then in an attempt to make up he phoned him the next day, which ended up in Trunks being an ass.

"Uh… you better get to… uh… school."

And then in the hospital when he had gone with Marron, Trunks had completely ignored him and simply talked to Marron. That pissed off Goten, but still he ignored it and went to Kurin tower to try and figure out what was wrong. Why was he being nice to Trunks when Trunks was being a fucking dick to him? Goten was the victim now. The senzu beans were working on Trunks, really slowly for some reason, but they were working none the less. The more Goten thought about it, the more he couldn't stand what he felt.

Betrayal.

No senzu bean could heal that.

*

Trunks was still really puzzled about his conversation with Manako. Mostly, the ages puzzled him. But other questions went around his head as well. What was Manako? And what was Hitomi? Mother and daughter, both so alike, except maybe their eyes. Did Hitomi get her eyes from her father? And what was the big secret with the guy?

Unfortunately, she had left and so Trunks had no answers. Only questions.

What did she mean by Hitomi was trying to kill him again anyway? And how is their existence possible!?!

"It doesn't make sense..." Trunks groaned and looked down at his wrists. The cuts were gone; they had healed over night it had seemed. His arm was doing a lot better too. Trunks came to the conclusion that both magics had been battling with each other, in the end the senzus had won. "Maybe I am stronger too… Hitomi."

He felt so uneasy saying her name. It was like something he shouldn't be able to say, but it was so familiar. It rolled of his tongue like he had been saying it his whole life. Maybe he had just said it a lot in other lives. Could it be that for some reason he had killed this girl and now she wanted revenge?

Maybe people change as they continuously get reincarnated, but Hitomi didn't because instead of getting reincarnated… she went straight after him.

"It seems she wants to kill you again."

She had bent her entire existence to kill him. But what good would that do? He'd just get reincarnated again… right? Unless she did something that made that impossible. She had the use of magic. What if she could do that?

It was getting really late, his mother was probably downstairs watching TV, and his sister in bed, and his father… screw his father. If Vegeta wanted to be a dick, that was fine with him.

Trunks then decided to just lay back and go to sleep, he could maybe try and get some answers out of Hitomi later.

*

"How did I kill you?" The question was blunt, but it was also very fair. If he was going to be charged for the murder, he wanted to know how and why. Her answer was a shrill and evil laughter, cut of short by her words.

I told you to remember Trunks. I'm not helping you.

"I want to know why you hate me!" Trunks simply lost his temper; he was tired of riddles and people dancing around his questions. He wanted to know what was going on, why it was going on, and how much fucking time it would take. The last part he estimated until the next New Moon… until March 25.

Because you betrayed me!

"How, for fuck's sake!?!"

You broke the most important promises to me…and I hope it's eating at your soul you fucker.

Trunks lost it. He was sick and tired of this bitch jerking him around; he would get rid of her once and for all. Blasting into SSJ he charged at her, about to punch her face so hard that it would most likely cause it to fly off, he was met with an odd situation. His arm simply couldn't go past a certain point; he was maybe four inches away from her face. He watched the air, as it seemed to ripple.

"What the fuck?" Trunks asked himself out loud and then saw her smirk, a cruel smirk and hollow eyes. Then he felt himself being jerked back and he slammed into the ground, his hair turning back to its purple. He coughed and felt blood trickle down his face. How had she managed that? She should be dead! It wasn't right!

Hitomi was then flying above him, her eyes glowing like fire. The smirk still on her face, he wanted to rip the smirk right off.

You're on my turf now Trunks… you can't hurt me anymore.

*

Trunks got up the next morning more pissed off than he had been for a long time. He felt so powerless to do anything. He was a Saiyan-Jin, and he could solve these kinds of problems with violence. But he couldn't do anything but watch as she beat him. If only he could bring that bitch to his own turf.

"That fucking bitch…" He mumbled and he searched his room for some pants. What day was it? He had completely lost his concept of time. He didn't know what hour, day or month it was, he'd keep it in mind to go check a calendar in a bit.

The door then opened and Bra popped her head in. "Mommy wants to know if you're hungry."

"Sure," Trunks said, hiding his rage, she didn't notice and went to tell her mother to make some breakfast for him as well.

Trunks sat down on his bed and put a shirt on, he was dressed quite like the way he was in the daydreams only his shirt was white and not black. Had he done that on purpose? Suddenly he felt a lot like going out and buying a black shirt. It shouldn't matter. He was rich enough.

Trunks found his mind wandering around and suddenly he was back in the daydream. He was looking through some CDs. Marilyn Manson, Metallica, Stabbing Westward, Frenzie, Nothing Yet, Karma Sutre, to name a few. Trunks couldn't recognize any other than Marilyn Manson, but they looked worn out like he had had them for some time. They felt familiar.

Suddenly the door opened and Trunks dropped the CDs scared as hell. His heart clamped up and his breathing got harder, he could hear yelling.

"Otousama…" Trunks spat out… "I…"

"YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!"

Trunks snapped out of it before he could see his 'Otousama' or find out what he was about to do. Bulma was knocking on the door; she opened up and smiled at him. Her eyes looked terribly sad, but she smiled.

"Breakfast is ready honey," she said and he got up. The two walked down to eat. Trunks had completely forgotten being mad, instead it was replaced with a horrible sense of fear.

*

"Did I hate my father?" Trunks asked, once again in the dreamscape, the day had been pretty lazy; Gohan and Goku had come over to see him and they all worked out that the senzu beans were working, simply slowly. Now they had to find out why. It was taking them so long to find out something Trunks knew, it was because of Hitomi. And now he was trying to get answers out of her again.

She laughed having calmed down. Trunks was sitting down and Hitomi floating a couple centimetres off of the floor.

Vegeta?

"Yeah, who else would my father be?" Trunks asked as if it were the obvious, Hitomi's face looked a bit doubtful at that, but she answered.

You barely knew your tousan… you didn't hate him. You were just a little angry…

She smiled sheepishly and crouched down, still floating.

But nothing mattered to us…

"To us?" Trunks asked, Hitomi's hollow eyes looked rather sad suddenly, then they turned to anger.

Why did you have to do that you bastard? It wasn't fair… to me… YOU SELFISH PIG!!!

She threw her arms out and an invisible magic flew out of them hitting Trunks like a wall and a heat wave put together. He flew back and hit another wall, he had been sure there weren't any walls. But he supposed if he was in a dreamscape they could appear… He wished there wasn't a wall though. He felt like the impact cracked a rib or two.

YOU NEVER CARED ABOUT ME!!!

"But I did!" Trunks shouted his reply before he could think. Where had that come from? It wasn't him talking anymore… it was like it had been someone else. A past life… it was true though, he may hate her now, but in a past life he had felt something for her. In those daydreams all he wanted to do was hold her and protect her. There was no way he could have killed her… "I did…"

(Ok, I'm leaving there; I don't know how else to end that. Urk. I used some lyrics from "Stan" by Eminem, I kinda changed the words so that it made sense though. Um… let's see. I gotta explain Hitomi's name here. Who here has watched, watches, is watching or has heard of Escaflowne? *Watches some hands go up here and there* Ok, I did NOT get the name from that show, but rather the trustful dictionary *hugs her English/Japanese dictionary protectively*. 'Hitomi' means 'pupil', another translation is 'the human body' or 'one's person', but I used the first. Anyway, let's use our info here. 'Manako' means 'eye' right? Am I making sense yet? Ok, I'll leave you to ponder that one. Ok, explanation time. When Trunks is going through his CDs I named off some bands. None of which were random. Nothing Yet and Frenzie are actually bands of whom I'm friends with. Karma Sutre is the name of my own band. J Shameless advertising…. Uh, and Emily, that's the only place where I could put that name. I try to please my fans… really I do. I was listening to "Sweet Dreams" by Manson, I'm so stupid. I'm constantly listening to Manson as I write this and I just realize how amazing that song works with this. I'm so stupid… This chapter took longer than usual because of lack of motivation, but all worked out when I got my eyebrow pierced *go me go*, and this chapter I dedicate to Majin Anika because she made me feel really special as I wrote this. I'M LOVED!!! Hey, I named my Cheshire cat; she's now named Kate. KATE IF YOU'RE READING THIS YOU KNOW I STILL LOVE YOU!!! Just a little note, as of 10:35 pm (Eastern Time) 'Yume Mi' has gotten 747 hits and 23 reviews. This means people read this story more than my rest. I'm so unbelievably happy; this will make me work faster on the next chapter. See a pattern? More reviews, more chapters. Ok, sayonara.)