My Immortal
By: Cabalistic
Disclaimer: As if I'd own DBZ. :P
Chapter 14The sun rose over the land of the icejins but it didn't really matter. It was freezing. Even the birds didn't sing. There probably weren't any birds to begin with either. Everything had a dead silence to it, like something died. Someone did die. Trunks rubbed his hands together and blew into them for warmth. Goten sneezed loudly. "Gross," Goten muttered under his breath.
Trunks drew his legs up together and heard the guards from outside the cell chuckle darkly. He knew. If they didn't get moving that day, he was in for death and Goten's future didn't look very bright either.
Goten gave Trunks an inquiring look but didn't say anything. Trunks understood the mute message. Now? He shook his head quietly and Goten looked down.
The guards walked away, murmuring and laughing to each other. They're savoring my death. Trunks thought. As soon as they were gone he stood up and made sure there was no ki nearby. Then he said, "Let's go." Goten's eyes widened and he said in an astonished voice, "Now?"
Trunks looked at him with pretended sarcasm and said, "No tomorrow. Yes now!" Goten scurried to his feet with a look of excitement on his face. "Can I blow through the doors?" He asked in a hurriedly voice.
Trunks shook his head, "Too much noise. I'll get the keys." He extended his fingers through the bars and said in a stern voice, "Ilutos!" The keys from the hook jumped to his fingers and he fumbled with them for a minute.
Goten was looking at him in awe as Trunks snapped the lock open. Trunks eased the door quietly and said, "Let's go." Goten looked down the hall of the lined up cells with snoring prisoners. "Which way?" He asked. Trunks was quiet then said, pointing to the right, "That way. There's no ki."
As they ran down the hallway, Goten asked, panting, "What is ki?" Trunks looked amazed then said, "You don't know how to track ki?" Goten shook his head. "It's like... how much power a person holds. Everyone has one."
Goten shrugged and did a casual, "Whatever." Trunks skittered to a stop and looked behind him, "They found out we're gone." Goten's lip tightened into a straight line. Trunks panted, leaning against the wall, "I don't have the energy to fight them, so if we have to, are you ready?"
Goten's lips curled up to a smirk and he laughed, "More than ready." Then he glanced down the hallway and said in a low voice, "But I'd rather not. Dad says icejins are really strong." Trunks didn't say anything as they scampered down the hallway and turned the corner.
Suddenly Trunks halted, feeling dread crawl into his bones and spread to his head, and grabbed Goten by the elbow, screaming, "Stop, it's a trap!" Then the floorboards separated and swallowed them whole, sending them tumbling into darkness.
"Bulma!" At Goku's voice, Bulma looked up. Goku jolted when he saw her as he landed to the ground. Her blue eyes were dulled with no emotions at all, showing nothing at all. Her hair hung limp and wet from the rain and not curling softly at the bottom anymore but matted against her soft skin. Her lips trembled and she seemed like in some sort of trance. She had witnessed Death steal Vegeta away all right.
Goku didn't look the same to Bulma either, through her blurred gaze through the frosted glass window of her mind. His onyx eyes were narrowed and serious for once. His voice was like sandpaper now, rough and scraggly and ready to be used. He was going to fight, she could sense it in every part of him.
Bulma stood up slowly then crumpled down the ground. She sobbed uncontrollably except no tears came. She already ran out. Sorrow blanketed her like a dark aura. She balled her fist and ground it into her eye socket. Goku ran to her and hugged her tightly. Bulma flinched at the embrace from a different person. He wasn't Vegeta. It wouldn't help.
She was sputtering, choking and sobbing, "He's gone Go-oku, he's gone... Hit by an arr-row and... and..." Goku patted her back and whispered in her ear, "It's okay, Bulma, it'll be okay." He glanced at the corpse behind her. It was a cold, bluish Vegeta, eyes open and blankly staring ahead. He sensed no life coming from his friend. "When did he die?"
She choked and said, "Yesterday. Around sunset." When he looked at her questionably, she whispered hoarsely, "I couldn't leave him behind." Goku hugged her again and then tears started, soaking into his shirt. They didn't say anything for a long time, just comforted by each other's presence, happy to send some relief into each other. The silent message came clear: Thank Fate you're safe.
"I'm going, to kill him." Goku said darkly. Bulma opened her mouth and closed it silently. The wind whistled in their ears for moments before she answered quietly. "You'll get killed. Vegeta..." She glanced behind her at the corpse of her lover and her throat clogged up. "I can't watch someone die again. Not for the third time."
Flashback-
"Someone, help!" Footsteps echoed eerily in the stone tower, pounding down the steps. Young Chi Chi and Bulma stood rigidly in fear in the corner of the room. A man wearing a large red cape and cinnamon hair swept down to Bulma. He whispered in a hoarse voice, "Take care of him princess. I'll be back" He disappeared, running down the hallway.
Bulma stood quietly and Chi Chi pursed her lips, whispering, "It's that Lea'ohtos man they found, Bulma." She nodded back to her friend and walked quietly up the stairs. Her tiny footsteps were so insignificant in the silence but she lagged behind. What do I say to him? What will he say? Will he be insulted or think that I'm too worthy of being there? Lea'ohtos were strange people, not like others, that's what she heard. Mixed breeds of others, strange. What will he look like?
She came to the top of the tower, where a young man laid gasping desperately for air. His blue eyes were wide open in pain and fear and his purple hair tied in a pony-tail behind him. Dried blood covered the right side of his chest and gave off a faint green glow. His armor was tattered as if he came from a battle. He looked at her, his gaze intense. "Mother..." He whispered, his voice like dry sand. He chuckled. "You came to see my death, after all. Just as you predicted" A tail wrapped around his waist, like a brown snake. Part saiyan, no doubt.
She giggled and sat in the stool next to the bed. "I am not your mother. I'm Bulma, the princess of Orga." She giggled again like the young child she was and said, "You're silly. What's your name?" He hesitated. She continued in her chirping voice, "That's okay if you don't want to tell me. But I won't tell anyone." He smiled, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Promise?" She stuck her pinky at him and added, "Pinky swear." He laughed and spoke at the ceiling, "Mother, you are just as you said you were. Young and innocent." He shook his pinky with hers and she giggled, "You're silly." He looked at her, directly in her round blue eyes and said, "I'm Trunks." (A/N: Gasp! Mirai Trunks! LOL, you thought I was going to leave him out?)
He struggled to sit up and she propped his pillow up behind him. "Would you like some softer pillows? I've got a nice lacey one in my room. Oops," she giggled, "you're a boy. You wouldn't like that."
"Listen to me, mother... Bulma..." He smiled at her and said, "What I'm going to tell you, you mustn't tell anyone. Okay?" She grinned, one of her frontteeth missing, and said, "Sure, pinky promise." "No, no, I just want you to just promise me verbally," Trunks said hastily.
She shrugged. "Suit yourself, Trunks."
He grinned then frowned, "This is going to be hard to believe, mothe—Bulma... But you just have to believe me. Okay?" She shrugged but didn't say anything.
He continued, "I'm Trunks, as I told you, but I'm not like any other Lea'ohtos. Because I'm the son from a princess and a prince." Bulma giggled, "You're almost like me! A prince." He added, "Listen, I'm from the future." He paused to see her reaction but she didn't say anything. "I preformed a great magic to come back to this age to warn you, mother. The only reason I'm calling you that, is because I'm your son."
Her eyes widened to the size of saucers but he continued too quickly for her to say anything. "Your future is full of suffering and the lifetime I come from is not as well. I'm asking you just to believe in yourself. Because..." He sucked in a breath. "You will choose not to eat the The Fruit of Interdit and for that you will die. I'm asking for you to eat it, when it comes."
Hours passed as he talked to her and she listened without saying a word. He explained to her and spoke with her as though she was an adult. He spoke of the future and what choices she should take and what she shouldn't.
Trunks leaned on his pillow and stared out the window when he was finished. His breathing was labored. He touched his wound which more fresh blood was starting to appear, soaking into his armor. The wound was flashing a wild green light, over and over. He squirmed in pain and she squeezed his hand.
"Mother," the word left painfully from his lips. "Mourn for me." He panted and squeezed her tiny hand. "I love you, mother." He was sitting up and hugged his mother's tiny figure.
"Trunks..." She answered, still confused. What was going on? Why couldn't he stay? Why couldn't he talk to her some more about what was to come?
He landed back heavily onto his pillow and somehow he was... different. He seemed more gone. More disappeared. His blue eyes were a blank white and his hand in hers was cold. His cheeks were a faded blue.
She was screaming, the wails like something completely in terror. She felt like a chicken that she seen in the market, left in the cage only waiting to be killed like the others.
End Flashback-
Bulma covered her ears and her eyes were shut tight. Finally her hands landed back to her sides and her blue eyes opened painfully. Goku was hugging her again but she was barely conscious of him there. The past was still in her ears. How the doctors came but it was already hopeless that her future son had died. How her mother finally sat down with her and told her the truth about life. How she couldn't stop screaming.
Somewhere, in the depths of her mind., she was still screaming.
And waiting to die.
Like everyone else had.
A/N: Sooooooooooooooooooo, I added Mirai Trunks 'cause he's one of the best characters--- after Vegeta + B-chan of course.
Yup.
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