My Immortal

By: Cabalistic

Disclaimer: I'm working on drawing! ... but it's no where close to dbz...

that meant i don't own it.

Chapter 15

(Author's note: HFIL is not going to be in My Immortal. I'm making up my own to make it a little more... creative. I dunno. Neither is King Kai. Sorry)

Vegeta wandered through the space of hell. Interesting. He imagined it like a pit of fire haunted by the dead with explosions and chains linking decayed people together. He imagined the reek of rotting bodies and the stank of death. He thought of cries of agony and twisted screams that sounded inhuman to ring in the air.

He was wrong.

It was like a space of nothing, a space of darkness with hovering spirits. He himself was transparent and it felt... like nothing.

He was holding a golden arrowhead, from Malui, no doubt. Vegeta briefly touched his arm where he felt it covered in dry crusty blood.

Suddenly another person came up to him. He sucked in a breath and backed away, eyes widening. It was the spitting image of himself. Only, he was puzzled at this, purple hair. Blue eyes and a swordbuckled from behind him, his lavender hair pulled back into a ponytail. He also looked at Vegeta and mouth dropped open. "Father?" Vegeta averted his gaze to the space underneath them. It was better to leave fools in their strange worlds.

His blue eyes looked towards the heavens and said, "Fate, my own Father has died." He shook his head and mumbled something under his breath.

Vegeta grabbed him by the collar. "What are you saying?" He looked at him and said with sad eyes, "Father, it's me, Trunks. I'm from the future. I died around 20 years ago, when I came to save my mother. But now," his voice quivered, "I fear the future will only repeat itself worse than before."

"What are you saying?" Vegeta's voice was a deadly whisper.

Trunks looked at him with pools of blue eyes and said, "I'm saying that you will be..." He cut himself off and shook his head, "I shouldn't tell you. You will only become more confident in yourself."

He looked up at the sky and suddenly a bright blinding blue light flashed across the sky. It beamed down to where Vegeta was floating, supporting him on a light blue platform.

Trunks shook his head and smiled at his father, "Father, mother calls for you. Apparently you..." His voice was drowned out by the thoughts Vegeta was having and his vision blackened by memories he never remembered.

He saw his mother lying on a bed with his father looking down on her. She was smiling and holding a young saiyan newborn with fiery black hair, sleeping soundly. Obviously this was himself and somehow he could see beyond his closed onyx eyes. "He will be a powerful ruler." His mother said in a hoarse whisper.

His father nodded and said, "I'll raise him good for you."

She smiled and her voice cracked, "I'll trust you to that." His mother laid her head back and closed her eyes. The King bent his head low on his chest.

Chill shot through Vegeta when he realized his mother was dead.

The scene changed in swirling colors from his childhood and his thoughts mixed with them.

Then he saw himself and Bulma. A simple rose held between her fingers and she smiled at him. Her blue eyes sparkled complete trust and... love? Her hair was slung down in braids on either shoulder. Something she never looked at him when he was alive.

"Ow," She said suddenly, dropping the rose and holding her finger.

"What?" He answered, worried. She held up her index finger and said, "I pricked my finger on a thorn." She bit her lower lip. He held her hand and replied, "I'll kiss it for you."

He knelt down on his knees and pressed his lips against her soft flesh. She giggled.

Along this were spotted memories of himself and Bulma then it changed and he found himself shivering in the snow. His blood was mixing into the cold flakes that were packed down on the ground. He was choking on his blood that clogged up in his throat. Vegeta was leaning on the ground like a dog and he found himself weak trying to hold himself up.

Someone kicked him in the stomach and he collapsed. "Weak saiyan." A chilling voice snarled.

He looked up warily to see a younger Malui, smirking deviously.

The memories of the icejins changed suddenly, swifter than the others and he was looking back at Trunks. He smiled at his father and said, "Tell mother I send her my best. I will join her as quickly as I can." The blue platform he stood on rose into the air, into the black sky. Spirits of people pointed at him and whispered amongst themselves as he returned to the world of the living.

He found himself cold on the ground. Above hell, what he was now. He felt his heart suddenly start pounding loudly in his chest and warmth spreading through his body. His eyes fluttered open and he heard sounds of crying. He sat up and groaned loudly.

Someone sucked his or her breath in loudly. A voice he knew too well said, "...Vegeta...?"

He looked up and saw Bulma, beautiful as ever with her blue hair on her shoulders like watery silk. Her sapphire eyes sparkled in amazement and shock. The perfection of her milky, creamy skin gleamed in the pale sunlight.

He frowned. There was something he didn't like about this scene.

Something deadly wrong.

She was in Kakarot's arms.

Wake up.

Go away.

Wake up.

I said go away.

But I said wake up.

Just leave me alone.

WAKE UP!

Trunks didn't open his eyes. Someone, or something, was in his head. He heard it loud and clear and it sounded very much like himself. Only very much older.

Yes, you actually said something smart. I'm you, from the future.

He felt someone tug on his consciousness and he reluctantly let them pull his mind away from his body. He was floating in the middle of nothing. Trunks stared at a human across from him, or rather, a mirror of himself from the future.

His shoulder-length lavender hair was pulled back into a pony-tail. His lean, skinny body was covered with muscles. Blue eyes that flashed with amusement stared back at him.

The person across from him smiled, "I'm Trunks." Chibi Trunks smirked and shook his head, "You're wrong, I'm Trunks." Mirai Trunks chuckled, "I agree. You are very wise for your age. I'm of 6938 sunrises, in my old realm." (A/N: That would be 19 years old)

Chibi Trunks looked at him sideways and said, "And?" "If you realize, this space around you," Mirai Trunks gestured at the black darkness around them, "is hell. This is the underworld. Where I have been trapped for 20 years."

Chibi Trunks squinted his eyes but could not find one bit of age on this man's face. Mirai Trunks laughed, "You are strange yet so intelligent for your age. I have not aged because I do not belong in this dimension or this time age." He looked up in the blackened sky and said, "How is our father?"

Chibi Trunks looked away from his future self and muttered, "I wouldn't know if he is even alive. I don't even know who he is."

Mirai looked shocked and coughed under his breath. "I see," He murmured. "Then this would be harder to explain." He dug his hand into his pocket and said, "Trunks..." He laughed. "It sounds strange talking to myself."

Chibi Trunks smiled and agreed.

"Your father... our father has recently journeyed down here and I met him." Mirai pulled something from his pocket and held it in his fist.

"What does he look like?" Trunks asked, bewildered. Bulma always told him that his father was one of the most powerful men alive. If he was, what was he doing in the underworld?

Mirai Trunks coughed again and muttered, "Sorry, I can't say." He looked back up at his former self and said, "I'm stuck in the underworld and currently, you are the only person who can bring me alive." Chibi Trunks nodded slowly.

Mirai Trunks stuck out a golden arrowhead with a blue tip and said, "See this? It's what killed me, 20 years ago. The same thing," he added, "that murdered our father. The arrows are owned by an icejin named Malui. You will probably encounter him very soon. You have to bring me alive before then."

Chibi Trunks looked at him and said, trying to soak it all in, "Why?"

Mirai Trunks pocketed the arrowhead and said bluntly, "I'm the only one who knows how to defeat him. See, I remained in hell for 20 years to perfect this strategy so its bound to work." He looked up at the blackened sky and murmured, "I wouldn't know what would happen if it didn't."

"But I don't know how to raise people from the dead!" Chibi Trunks cried, throwing his hands in desperation in the air."

Mirai Trunks sighed. "You'll know when the time comes, alright? Things come to you when you want them to."

Chibi Trunks crossed his arms and said stubbornly, "You sound like mother. How will I know?"

Mirai Trunks grinned sheepishly and said, "It'll come to you." He looked up at the sky and said, "Apparently, it's time for your exiting. Fate was kind to bring you down here, even for a short amount of time. She understands how the earth is at stake."

"Wait, who's Fate?"

Suddenly Mirai Trunks started to fade in the distance, into the shrouding darkness. "Remember, you must summon me before anything bad happens!" He called.

Chibi Trunks yelled, "Wait! Who's Fate!"

Then he fell in a screaming black hole of nothing. Hands grabbed at him, trying to keep him in the underworld and he struggled his way out of their grip. Chanting and murmuring echoed around him and his mind shivered in fear. He neared the end of the tunnel where a blinding light met him.

A young girl looking of 6570 sunrises (A/N: 17 years old)was floating. This time it was nothing but a big screen of blinding white space of nothing. Young beauty marked her face and she wrung her pale hands in front of her chest. Blue eyes of tears looked begging at him, unblinking. Two small white wings folded behind her back. Her slender legs, hidden in the folds of her white, pure dress, folded under her. "Please," her voice sounded like harp strings, flowing and beautifully, "Help us all."

She gently took hold of Trunk's hand and flew up towards the sky, white wings flapping elegantly.

A great bright light blinded him and he heard the soft voice again, "I'm Fate. We'll meet again..."

Finally, it was all dark.

"Is he up yet?" An impatient icy voice yelled.

A single name rang in his head.

Malui.

A/N: Sorry it got a bit cheesy at the end. Sorry for not updating for a long long long long time.

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