Accusations Of The Heart

Chapter 10- Re-Acquaintance

Majin Bulma

            Dream Sequence

            " Trunks, its you again." I hear that damn voice again. The mock and amusement flowing from her witty vocals. What the hell… Am I in another comma?

            " No, your not. I came here to talk to you for a minute." Damn, I forgot that she could read minds. I mentally slap myself for that one. I step slightly towards her. Something wet runs across my cheeks. What the hell? My hand comes forth from my side and wipes at the liquid trailing down my cheeks.

            " Tears oh dear loving Trunks"

            " Tears from what?" I question growling softly as she rolls her eyes to me.

            " From you're blubbering." She answers amusingly.

            " When was I crying?"

            " In the hospital. While Goten brought you your precious book."

            Shit! I cried in front of Goten?

            " Apparently so."

            " Mind your own business wench! Stay out of my thoughts!"

           

            " I can't help it if you are thinking loudly."

            " Shut up!"

           

            " Where is the fun in that dear Trunks?"

            " What did you want anyways?" I shout threw clenched teeth.

            " What's in the book darling?"

            " Nothing of your concern."

            " Oh, but I am concerned."

            " To bad for you."

            " I just want to know what brought the 'life' back in the little Trunks that said he was never going back."

            " Lets just say the burden has been lifted from your shoulders… for now."

            " Oh? So you will be seeing me soon?"

            " Sooner than you think."

            " Oh Trunks, get over it, go back and 'live' like a good little human." She announces as she leans back as if she were on a chair, and stares at her nails picking at them. After a minute of my mute silence her gaze slowly meets mine. I stare at her with eyes that could kill. " What's up your ass?" She asks. The audacity…

            " Do you not know I am a-" I stop myself. A prince? A Prince? I'm not a prince! If I were a prince I would be related to that- that monster! That cold hearted bastard! That fucking bitch! " Where do you go off thinking that you can talk to me in such a discreet manner?! Aren't you suppose to be some kind of… Angel? Or something?"

            " Angel?" She laughs half- heartedly. " I guess, you can call me that. I can also be your conscience- oooh scary! Would you like me to be your conscience Trunks baby?" She asks me sweetly as she mocks me. She chuckles lowly to herself. " I'm more of a spirit, or the Guardian of the living and dead. I choose who goes and comes."

            " I thought King Yemma did."

            " Yemma! Darling no! He just signs them up for death! That lazy ass, I do all the work."

           

            " Well, if you choose life and death, then why wont you let me have death as I wish."

            She doesn't reply, instead she makes her way towards me. A few feet away she stops and stare with her shimmering white-eyes. " Tell me Trunks…" She begins. " If everyone handed you whatever you wanted would you learn anything?"

            " No. But that's not the case."

            " Sure it is."

            " How so?" I glare slightly taking my own steps towards her.

            " My dear, you're going to have to figure that out on your own."

            " Tell me now."

            " Its just like I was saying darling. If everyone handed you whatever you wanted would you learn anything? There are just some things that you just need to learn on your own. But I will tell you this. Even as you think no one cares about you, you know there is that one special person there for you."

            " What do you mean by ' that one special person'. No one cares for me, and no one ever has."

            " Me thinks you are going through Denial." She swats at me playfully, stroking my short lavender locks.

            " I hate you… So, so much." I snort moving back away from her grasp.

            " You will learn that what I am doing is for the best and you will thank me one day."

            " Sure I will. Even if I do appreciate what you are doing. And all my problems are solved and I am a 'peaceful' person, would I ever see you again?"

            " Well of course. I surely would have to gloat and say, as I always hear you humans say ' I told you so', is it?"

            " Your insane."

            " I'm not insane." She pouts slightly.

            " Hey, its understandable, living in a place like this." I snort kicking my leg out for no apparent reason.

            " What do you mean by that?!"

            " Don't you get lonely?"

            " I have no emotions my dear Trunks. I don't feel anything. Plus, my job keeps me… preoccupied."

            " How about we switch lives hmm?"

            " Tempting, but no."

            " Oh, so you would want to live again?"

            " No, I hate humans actually, and every other race out there. That's why my job is so easy."

            " Oh, so you hate me? I'm hurt." I roll my eyes pretending to pout.

            " Course not darling. I find you very cute." A cold finger makes it way across my chin and down my chest. I feel a small tugging on my ear followed by a wet appendage.

            " What are you doing?"

            She pulls back and stares me in the eyes. " Just seeing that adorable reaction on your face." Her fingers close my gaping mouth and she suddenly disappears.

            " It's almost time for you to go back again darling. Don't want to keep wonder boy waiting to long."

            " Wh- Goten?"

            " He's been waiting for hours, while we've been having this wonderful conversation."

            " God Damn" And then I see the 'oh so familiar' light heading my way.