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.
