It had been four days since Eli and Chill had moved into the Lookout. Eli had assured Chill before they had even arrived at the Lookout that Piccolo, Siarra, Popo, and Dende where 'safe'; meaning he need not fear them. Chill had still been sketchy around them, though. And he still only spoke in saiyan, and to Eli only. But, he was begining to open up just a tad more every day.

For the past four days, Eli had camped out in Siarra's room. This was explained as only a temporary situation and that Eli and Chill could both have their own space. Eli was pretty nonchalant about it. For her, sleeping on a bed was a luxery. But, Eli was getting uncomfortable around Siarra. Siarra was virtually walking on eggshells around Eli, like she was afraid she'd hurt or damage her in some way. And to be frank, it was pissing Eli off. It took four days of this to make her do something about it.

Siarra and Eli both lay on opposite sides of the room, Siarra in her bed and Eli on her basic fold-up.
"yes." Eli said suddenly.
"Huh?" Siarra propped herself up on one elbow and stared at her friend.
"yes, you can hear your own flesh rip." Eli said unmovingly.
Siarra shut her eyes and shook her head."I wish you wouldn't read my mind like that."
"And I wish you'd stop holding in what you want to talk about." Eli said sharply.
Siarra looked at her, shocked.
"You don't have to worry about me getting pissed about a question, if I want to answer it I'll answer it. If I don't, I won't."
Siarra sat up on the edge of her bed, and Eli did the same.
"So whattya wanna know?" Eli asked.
"Why didn't you tell us? Did you think we wouldn't believe you or something?" Siarra asked.
"I don't know." was Eli's response. "Maybe at first I thought he'd hurt one of you if I told someone. But the farther it went...I guess I started to believe that no one really would believe me."
"Okay." Siarra sighed, not fully understanding the answer, but accepting it. Eli could see that Siarra was starting to get a little uncomfortable, so the next question was going to be a hard one.
"Eli...did...did Brutilia...ever..."Siarra stuttered, gesturing slightly with her hands.
"You mean did he ever rape me?"Eli asked, finishing Siarra's question.
Siarra turned a few shades darker as she sheepishly shook her head.
"No." Eli said. "I'd like to believe that was an idle threat he made every once in a while. But I think if this," gesturing towards her throat, "didn't happen maybe the threat wouldn't have been so idle."
Both girls sat in silence for several minutes.

"So, Chill isn't your son then?" Siarraasked somewhat shocked.
if anything could get Eli's attention, that was it. She stared at Siarra in utter confusion and shock.
"It's just that...you both have the same shape face, same mannerisms, and you act so motherly towards him. I just thought that...y'know..." Siarra trailed off.
Siarra's and Eli's eyes met and they each held the gaze for three or four minutes, until they both busted up laughing.
"It's good to have you back Eli." Siarra said happily.

Another week passed. Chill began to talk to more than just Eli, and began to speak more english rather than saiyan. He began to trust more, but he still ran to Eli any, and all, times he felt unsafe or afraid.
Eli had a more private issue to deal with, she was still afraid. She wasn't able to go from two years of fear, to living happily with her best friend in the course of twenty eight hours. Besides, she believed that if she expressed these fears; Chill would become afraid as well or even more so. Eli had already lost precious hours of sleep because Chill needed some reassurence. Believing it was the best thing to do; Eli bottled every ounce of fear within her being.

It was the next day that Trunks decided it was time to actually see Eli. He hadn't seen her since the Brutilia incident, and he wanted to see for himself that she was okay. He had felt so guilty ever since that. He had been the first to ever capture Eli when she ran.He remembered just how he vented all his frustrations on her, yelling while she was face down in the dirt. And he didn't even remember why he was so pissed. Had he missed his favorite TV show? He was ashamed that he'd been so angry at something so insignificant, when she dealt with something so much bigger.

Trunks arrived at the Lookout, and suddenly felt very alone. He could sense that he'd missed Piccolo; and that he was probably training with Gohan somewhere on earth. Siarra and Chill were on the other edge of the massive Lookout deck. Then he found Eli. His heartbeat quickened.
He could feel that she was on one of the lower levels of the Lookout, and probably sleeping from the way her ki was pulsating. Trunks crept down to one of the lower levels and quietly searched for Eli.
Eli was laying with her back to the door, but Trunks couldn't really tell whether she was sleeping or not. He knew that she could send ki off of herself in weird patterns at will, and the last thing he wanted to do was get socked in the jaw for surprising her.

He crept in the room on virtual tip-toe. Eli was asleep, but was also having a serious nightmare. Her body was tight and unmoving, and her jaw was cleched with teeth bared. Trunks felt so horrible.
"You could've prevented this." He told himself.
He was so emotional at that moment, that he began to move in robot-like motions; forgetting what he was actually doing.

He laid down next to her and pulled her as close as he could, as gently as he could. Suddenly, Eli's arms wrapped tightly around him, pulling him close as if she were drowning andhe was the last lifejacket in the open sea. He brushed the hair strands off her face, still slightly discolored from the hits she had taken.

Meanwhile, in Eli's nightmare:
There was no light, just a blackness lit by opaque, blood colored beams. Eli's ankles were bound with chains to the floor. The chains were incredibly heavy, even for her. The inside of the ankle shackles were spiked, so the idea of trying to twist them off would do much more harm then good. Eli could barely see, but she knew they were out there. Every single enemy she'd ever known in her lifetime was lurking just beyond her sight. Any person who ever left any scar on her mind or body was snarling in the dark, waiting for the perfect chance when her guard was to drop.
Eli turned super saiyan 1, her aura the only thing lighting the darkness. They charged. Freiza, her father lept at her first. Then Kira, Icer, and Frost. Others joined in until it was a full-blown melee.Everyone fratically fought her in the ambush.
As suddenly as it began, it stopped. They all stopped and faced her with cruel looks in their eyes. Eli got a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. The mob pulled into two groups and bowed to the line they had created. Brutilia stepped forth from the darkness. He had a sadistic look in his eyes. Eli stepped as far back as she could, but he just kept coming closer. Brutilia flicked open Eli's switchblade, still dripping with fresh blood. Her fresh blood. Eli missed a step and fell backwards, moving only to get to her knees before Brutilia was right in front of her.
And then, there was light. Glorious light which drove the darkness away. Eli's enemies hissed like demons and retreated as far away as possible. Brutilia stood shaking for a few extra moments, before he himself joining the others in retreat. Eli looked behind her to see what had caused such a glorious rescue.
It was an angel. A gloriously handsome angel at that. Hewas wearing a black t-shirt, which showed off all his muscles,and blue jeans. But the thing Eli noticed stood out the most was his lavender hair and blue eyes.
"Trunks?" She asked meakly, afraid her voice would startle off her savoir.
The angel bent to one knee and caressed Eli's face with his hand, and nodded 'yes'.
Eli's arms sprung aroundangel Trunks' shoulders in relief and gratitude. One of her hands wandered to his back, stroking the wings that resided there.His hands roamed down her back, making her feel comfortable and safe.Their hug parted for just a short time as Eli stared into angel Trunks' face, searching for answers to this confusing puzzle.
And then angelTrunks leaned in and kissed her passionately.

Eli awoke to see she was locked in a passione kiss with Trunks, the actual Trunks. Within seconds Trunks had noticed that Eli had woken up. "Whoa! Eli! I didn't! I mean...I wouldn't! I...I!" Trunks stammered. She placed one finger over Trunks' lips to silence him. "It's good to see you too."

The End.