Chapter eight, Dreaming of the Past and Facing the Prince of the Sayans

11:45 am August 3rd

A/N… Alright, I admit it; I absolutely suck at writing fight scenes. I'll type what I wrote but if you can just…imagine how it looked when Goku fought Vegeta for the first time, that's what I'm trying to aim for… Except it's more like sparing than fighting… I'm sorry to disappoint those who were looking forward to it and if you have any suggestions, e-mail me and if I like it, I'll add it in and mention you in LETTERS LIKE THIS TO MAKE SURE YOU GET THE DESERVED CREDIT! Anyway… On with the show!

Storm slowly woke up, puzzled to not being in her own room.

Last night was real?

The bandages on her feet reminded her. She turned over in bed and came face to face with Trunks. He was wide awake, staring into her smoky eyes.

"Well, good morning…" she sleepily greeted him.

"'morning… Aren't you going to train in the gravity room today?"

Storm groaned and unwillingly rose out of bed. Trunk's eyes widened.

"Missing something?"

"OH SHIT!" Storm quickly sat down, gathering the covers around her naked lower-half.

"Where the fuck are my shorts?" She asked hotly. Trunks held them up.

"Hmmm… They must have fallen off while you were asleep…" He replied mischievously.

"Ok, give them back."

"No," He said, grinning and holding them out of her reach. "You'll have to come and get them!"

"Gimme my shorts! This isn't funny!" she raised her voice and reached over him.

"I think it is."

Storm, abandoning her modesty, leapt to the other side of the bed, straddling his stomach, trying to wrestle her shorts back. Trunks looked up at her, ceasing the tug-of-war for a moment.

"Heh… This is kinda' kinky, don't ya think?"

She finally gained her shorts when he was distracted and angrily put them on.

"What? Are you mad at me now? For what it's worth, I didn't take them off you…"

She just looked at him. "I'm going to spar now, why don't you go fuck a stuffed animal or something?"

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Storm pressed the intercom button for the G-room.

"Vegeta?"

"What?" an angry voice replied.

"I need to train and I was wondering if we could-"

The door opened, cutting her off. In the doorway stood Vegeta, he smirked. Storm walked in and shut the door behind her. Vegeta stood off to the side as she turned the dial up to 10.

"You trained in the mountains, girl?" he asked, getting into a fighting stance.

"What's it to you?" she fired back, getting into her stance as well.

Vegeta smirked as he changed into his Super Sayan form. "I wanted to know if I should go easy on you this time."

Storm smiled as sweetly as she could and whispered, "Brace yourself," she flew towards him with balled fists. He blocked the first dozen of her crazy punches without breaking a sweat and countered with a set of his own. When she blocked all of his, Vegeta tried to kick her in the face.

Seeing an opening, Storm kneed him in the stomach and when he doubled over in pain, brought her elbow down on his neck. She backed away and waited for him to recover. As soon as he did, he seemingly teleported right up to her and delivered a punch to her stomach. She was momentarily winded but nothing serious.

Switching tactics entirely, she picked up a bolder (telekinetically) and flung it with brutal force at Vegeta. He kicked it in half but Storm already saw that coming, her quick thinking led her to summon fire energy from the oxygen in the room and shot a fiery beam toward him that hit as soon as the dust from the kicked boulder settled.

Thus, completing the day's spar, Storm declared victory, towering over the fallen Vegeta. She threw him a sensu bean and walked out of the room, fully confident that she could indeed kill Rako. Vegeta shortly followed her.

"You can control yourself now? I didn't think you did anything but fix your hair up in those mountains."

Remaining composed, she only replied "I'm freaking' hungry…" They arrived at the kitchen where Bulma was making onigri and beef stew.

"Hungry?" Bulma asked, not looking up from what she was doing.

"Yeah," Storm went to the table and sat down next to Trunks. She glared at him.

"What?" he asked, with an innocent smile. She playfully punched him in the shoulder.

"Did you have fun with that stuffed animal?" Storm asked, lowering her voice so the question escaped his parents. Bulma places the food on to the table just as Trunks blushed. He began to stuff his face. Storm, growing accustomed to that way of eating, began to shovel food into her mouth, easily matching the pace of the two Sayans.

"Thanks Bulma, dinner was great." Storm said as soon as she had finished washing the dishes. She dashed to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

The warm water raining down upon her washed away the fatigue of the day. She used her telekinesis to suspend the water flow with ease. It seemed so naturally easy to her and she wondered how she ever struggled at it.

Storm, tomorrow is the day…

I know, I do feel confident in my skills.

Storm turned the faucet and stepped from the shower. Drawing a towel about her, she tiptoed out of the steamy room and softly padded to her room. After drying off and changing her clothing, the bed welcomed her with open arms.

Wide awake, Storm gazed at the ceiling, to anxious of the following day to sleep the night away. Eventually, the drossiness of the day did catch up to her and she slipped into the dream world.

Standing on a rock were two figures, towering above the ground. One of them was a man, armor gleaming in the moonlight, black hair flowing in the wind. In one gnarled hand he held a bloodied sword, gleaming with the same ferocity as his brown eyes. His other arm was wrapped protectively around the second female figure. He smoke-like eyes burned with hate, her pointed teeth bore a snarl. Her leather, blood stained armor held her snug as she stared below her feet. Beneath them was a vast river of blood, innocent bodies strewn across the landscape, the survivors wailing over the loss of those they cherished. The child in the arms of the female figure giggled and pulled at it's own blue hair. The two figures looked straight at Storm and smiled.

Storm jolted from the horrid scene; sobbing heavily, fear trembling through her body. He heart pounded against her chest, threatening to break free of the flesh that held it. Her door opened, sending a blinding stream of light into her room. Silhouetted against the door way was Trunks

"What's wrong?" he whispered, shutting the door and running to her bedside. Shaken, Storm was unable to speak and couldn't stop her crying. Trunks got into her bed next to her and turned her body to face him. He cheeks were gleaming with tears and she buried her face into his chest. He held her close to his body and spoke comforting words to her as she clung to him.

I am afraid

A/N: I won't be updating for the week, I would have tomorrow but I'm going camping in NH. Possibly I can update when I get back… I don't really know… TWO CHAPTERS TO GO! The next one is called "Bloody Tears" Thanks to Nekosune, Thomas Drovin, and TreCoolIsMyBitch for reviewing… I hope you liked that chapter. I bet none of you can guess who those three people are! If any of you guess right, you'll win…&#!$$!#& YOUR NAME HERE &#!$$! #& isn't that a great prize! Guess away!