A/N: I know it seems like there is little to no DBZ stuff in here but I promise you it will! This is going to be one long Fan Fiction (I think) and I am doing a FuruBa fan fiction at the same time. So, don't get discouraged if I haven't updated I don't give up on stories!

Thomas Drovin: laughs evilly don't give Trunks too much credit for 'resurrecting' Storm… since all he really did was talk… laugh but, I guess that he will play a more important part in the story hint hint

Krillball: I think I'd be sad too if my true love was brutally murdered and revenge was…well…impossible since Rako was half dead already and killing him was no fun. Thank you for loving this fic!

Chapter three, Dreaming of the Future

Rejuvenation chamber room, 1:52 a.m., August 4th

Trunks placed his hand gently above her left breast, feeling for a heartbeat. ...thump…thump…thump. He immediately called for his mother. Bulma ran to the table, shortly followed by Vegeta's brisk pace. Bulma pushed the cold metal of the stethoscope to Storm's steadily warming skin.

"She's breathing!" Bulma uttered in shocked disbelief.

"Christ, woman, don't just gape at her! Put her in the damn chamber!" Vegeta's voice hinted to his soft side. Trunks lovingly lifted her and placed her into the chamber to heal.

Now only time would tell.

Eshkar, 2:31 a.m., August 4th

Ithar searched for a thread of consciousness from Storm's mind with suspense thick in the air.

The thread was weak, but still there. Ithar breathed a sigh of relief but she couldn't shake off the feeling that performing the spell had been a grave mistake. She had chosen not to inform the magics yet so not to strike fear into the hearts of the townsfolk. She knew as well as they the evil in the generation before Storm, for many years they had quaked in fear at the thought of a cruel queen. Not a day went by that they had not feared their fate.

Now, Ithar worried herself that the thirteen cursed the new queen.

As the magics left, Ithar spoke in Storm's mind.

'Storm? Can you hear me?'

Ithar sensed a spark of recognition.

'Can you speak to me?'

'…P…pain…'

Ithar's heart leapt into her throat. The emotions of a mother for her child swam through her and she lovingly replied.

'Yes my child, I know… Rest now…'

Rejuvenation chamber room, 1:55a.m., August 4th

Bulma and Vegeta left their son to wait for the recovery of his fallen heartache. Trunks gazed at her body, suspended in the liquid and attached to many wires. Her hair flowed around her as if a wind was blowing. He tried to contact her telepathically but a sharp pain prevented him from drawing close to her mind.

Storm's master spoke.

'Let her rest!' She scolded.

Time passed painfully slowly as each second seemed longer and more drawn out. Fatigue slowly washed over Trunks' body and he began to drift into a fitful slumber.

—

Everywhere he looked, Trunks saw the frozen screams of people, stopped mid stride and encased in an icy membrane. The queasy purple sky slowly faded along with the rest of the bizarre area, leaving only him and the pitch blackness of solitude. In the distance was Storm, wearing only a blank stare and a coat of blood. Her hands reached toward him lovingly, but her face read differently. There was no tenderness in those black eyes.

A cobblestone road winded into the emptiness, giving him a way to reach her. Trunks began to run to her but a strange force was pulling her backwards. Friza, King Cold, and other defeated enemy's laughter filled his ears, causing him to run with more ferocity. Storm's eyes filled with a bloody red liquid as her fingers grew unnaturally long, as she bared her fangs, reaching out with a hunger. A hunger for…

Trunks jumped as the beep of the computers signaled the healing process' finish. The water began to drain onto the floor when the door opened. Trunks looked up as Storm opened her eyes. She gulped in the air as if it were a drug and ran into his arms.

He held her bear, shivering body.

"Your…cold…" he managed to choke out.

She buried her face in his shoulder and could not find the energy to cry. He at her heavily scarred arms—the scars that were too deep to fade even with time. She breathed in his sent, drinking it in until she absorbed it with every fiber of her being, forever committing it to her memory.

'I'm back…'

Eshkar, 3:00 a.m., August 4th

Ithar's heart filled with joy.

'Storm?'

'Yes?'

'You must come to Eshkar! Bring whomever you wish but meet me in the forest where you battled Rako.'

'Alright then, I'll be there in the mid afternoon.'

Ithar smiled and returned to the dwelling place of the gods.

Rejuvenation chamber room, 4:01 a.m., August 4th

Trunks took a blanket from a chair and wrapped it around Storm's body. She sighed contently and smiled up at Trunks.

She was truly back.

A/N: Sorry this one is short… I kind of started big and faded away at the ending. The next chapter will be better (aside form the fact that I have MAJOR writer's block!)