Title: Erratum in the Spirit 7/? – Reunion
Warning: Supernatural/Dark themes, violence, alcohol/drug reference
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Dragon Ball Z, nor do I own any of the materials from, which the quotes are borrowed.
"* * * * * * * * * *" = Change in place, time or perspective
"Speech" * Thoughts * ~/////////~ Memories ~/////////~
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'I don't need you anymore
I don't want to be ignored
I don't need one more day
Of you wasting me away
With no apologies' – 'Don't Stay' by Linkin Park
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Trunk's sensed his sister hesitating on the other side of the door, could see her face in his mind with her mouth wide no doubt. The thought only made his grin widen, as he waited to be invited inside. He had already tried to enter through an upstairs window but to no avail, an invisible barrier had stopped him, sparks flying upon his skin. Remembering somewhere in the back of his mind that the undead had to be invited. Snarling silently he had dropped to the front door and waited patiently.
Yet this patience was quickly running thin and his grin was slowly fading, as the door didn't budge a minute after he sensed his sister on the other side. His eyes involuntarily moved to glare through the peephole and his voice came commanding as he called to the girl,
"Are you going to let me in or not?"
He heard the subtle turning of cogs as the locks were suddenly disengaged and the door swung open. Bra's eyed flicked over his form, scrutinizing.
"Where have you been? Mother's furious!"
Her words were still as criticizing as usual, still as childish. Trunk's looked deep into her eyes, refraining from raising his voice,
"Move aside and let me in won't you?"
"Let you in? Sure, whatever"
Bra's voice was defeated, as if she was in dire need of sleep. She shrugged and walked off down the hallway.
Tentatively, Trunks moved to the doorway and slipped a hand through the frame. When nothing happened, when his skin remained intact, he slipped into the house closing the door soundlessly behind him. Before the door closed, he locked his eyes into the night, into those of the waiting guide. The master still did not trust him alone, the coated man whom had found him in the club was told to stay with him.
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"Name's Raoul. I've been ordered to watch over you"
Trunk's looked over to the pale vampire, whose charcoal hair contrasted vividly with his white skin. They stood in the cool night air just outside the entrance to the maze of the Master's halls.
It was then that Trunks was able to catch a decent look at the man. He stood at least a head taller then the silver head and seemed at least a year or two older, as the wind took hold of his long coat it revealed a muscled form, his chest highlighted by the deep violet top, pants dark and loose. Alike many others, his pupils were a pale cream, and his fangs revealed purposely as he spoke, he could easily hide them.
"Watch over me! I don't need anyone to make sure I don't stray. Doesn't Bahri trust me to do my job?!"
Trunk's voice was filled with venom and hatred never seen before in his existence. Raoul looked down upon him, his face calm and composed,
"Unlikely. No matter how much I detest having the forewarned besides me, our Master trusts you but you still haven't earned my trust"
"Is that why you're here?!"
"Settle, there is no more need to fight alone. Look at me as a partner if it makes you feel better. We move much faster in numbers"
Trunk's moved violently at Raoul, aiming to knock him back against the wall, yet his fist hit air, whisking past the opposition's head and before he could react a firm hand grasped his wrist, pulling him in and then stars.
* The stars are so beautiful. Have I ever just looked at them before? *
The back of his head throbbed softly and he pushed himself up, daring washed over his face as he swept a leg at Raoul's own. His bone touched the coated man's causing him to stumble briefly, easily regaining his balance.
"I fight alone!" Trunks spat.
The elder vampire was simply too fast or was it too experienced? Trunks found himself swept from his position on the pathment and pinned against the aging brick wall. Raoul's hand pressed in a death grip against Trunk's neck, he was barely able to speak.
"You're still young kid, and if I may say, way too cocky!"
"Partners?" Trunk's wheezed reluctantly.
"Partners" Raoul let the younger man drop and casually knocked the boy's shoulder with one arm.
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His thoughts twirled through his mind menacingly as he paced with newfound grace into the direction of his family's voices. Should he call them family? The master was right, his master was right,
* They're no longer my family. I'm here only for the fun. The looks upon their faces! To lure them in, gain their trust. Give Masters message. *
Was that all? Revenge maybe, to fulfill that promise Bahri had made to him,
*^* What you need, you wish I can give you. *^*
All he needed was to show the Prince of all Saiyans that he was no weakling, that he would never be a weakling. For all those insults, which now felt like dust upon his fingers, for all those blows, which now felt like the prick of a pin. Trunks would show him, if not for himself, for his new family. The family, which brought him strength and whom feed his lust, greed and desire.
"Guess whose finally come home…"
Bra's voice from behind the wall to his right was easily audible to his ears, despite its soft nature. He heard the sound of shuffling feet emanate from the resident's lounge and Bulma appeared in the hallway, steaming mug in her hands.
She hesitated when she saw his pale complexion, the bruises and fading cuts upon his hands, his sweat sleeked hair. Too worried to notice his eyes, drawn to the red cuts upon his bottom lip.
"Oh Trunks, I've been worried sick"
Trunks watched in silence as his mother abandoned the mug and approached smiling. She embraced him and stiffly he placed a hand on her back, senses wavering when he saw the soft skin of her neck.
"And he'd never say so himself but your father awoke early this morning, he was also worried"
"Worried? Father? Ha, that'd be the day!"
"Don't underestimate him, son"
* I never underestimated him. I just needed him, needed him to teach me *
'I don't need him anymore' Trunk's whispered,
"What was that?"
"Nothing" Bulma began to pull him towards the lounge when Trunks continued, "Why were you worried anyway, I wasn't gone that long?"
"A day and a half, almost two," Trunks couldn't help but roll his eyes at her words, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I don't need you anymore, mother!" jerking from her grip he moved ahead and before he left the hallway he turned his head and spoke seriously,
"I'm not a little boy anymore"
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Goten could hear voices echoing from the hall and he swore one was Trunks. Sitting up in the chair he waited eagerly for the two to walk into the room. His eyes moved instinctively to Bra, whom sat drinking steaming hot chocolate and then to Vegeta.
The pure saiyan was tense, his eyes locked onto the doorway, something in his eyes. He looked as if he were about to gaze upon an enemy, fire and darkness biting at his edges. What was wrong? Goten rose his eyebrows questionably and studied closer. Took in the air and the Ki about him, Vegeta, Bra, Bulma. Everything was normal.
"I'm not a little boy anymore"
Trunks! He couldn't feel Trunks. His Ki was not there. It was as if he were…
No. Goten removed the thought and rose swiftly to his feet, his fists clenching. His friend moved into the doorway, the state of his body frightened him, the fact that he couldn't feel his Ki terrified him.
"Trunks?"
"Goten"
His voice was different, darker, misleading, confident. When their eyes locked Goten could no longer read them, they were paled, hidden. He could find no happiness, none of the joy that was previously held, he would have settled for that angered glare when he played a joke on him.
"Are you ok?"
Goten's voice was suspicious and Trunks new he had the right to be.
"As good as can be, under the circumstances"
"Circumstances?"
"Let's just say I've had a rough day"
In this time Vegeta had stepped forward, studying his son carefully, taking in each detail.
* Physically it looks like Trunks, yet his eyes, his energy. What has the brat done? *
"What have you done boy?!"
Trunk's eyes swept to his father, followed closely by his body, taking several steps to stand face to face with the prince.
"Me? I haven't done anything…mostly"
It was so sudden, a movement which replayed quite often when training or when punishing insolence. Vegeta's fist appeared by the side of his son's head and for the first time, blocked by Trunk's forearm.
"Who are you?"
The two remained in that position just inches from each other, either could move, either could harm the other.
"I'm who you wanted me to be, father"
"Your Ki, you have no signature, which either means you're an android or you're dead" taking in a deep breath, Vegeta repositioned his attack, using his free head to swing at Trunk's face. The pale eyed teen easily blocked the fist and pushed away, landing near the door.
"An android?! What an insult,"
Throwing his arm to the side he smashed the glass vase, which had been sitting on the same wooden table almost all his life. He removed his gazed from his father to find a large enough shard of glass, it's tip pointed as a knife.
"Androids don't bleed do they?"
Trunks gripped the shard tight enough for his knuckles to whiten. He raised it to the top of his arm, near his shoulder and after pushing up the short sleeve pressed the blade to his skin. His face winced as he sliced into his skin, a small cut deep enough to reveal the blood forced into his system, Tenshi's blood, Bahri's blood, perhaps remnants of his own. It dripped slowly from the incision, so much slower then usual.
"Trunks!!"
Goten leapt forward, attempting to pull the blade from his friend's hand, unsuccessfully.
"As you can see I'm not an android and alive enough"
"You must be sick, something's wrong with your mind. Come and lie down"
His mother's voice, once soothing, came to his ears from the doorway.
"I'm not sick! I'm stronger then ever and have come with a message"
"Please brother,"
Bra stood her eyes strangely pleading,
"Lie down"
"He's coming for you, dear sister" Trunk's eyed Bra with hunger, danger, she winced under his gaze.
"He's coming for all of you. This is just a warning, I wish I could act myself but I have been ordered to deliver this message only"
"Ordered by who?!" Vegeta asked fiercely,
"By my master, he wishes to kill you personally, Vegeta. He must respect you"
Bowing his head softly he pushed past a dazed Bulma without another word.
"Stop! Turn around now, Brat!"
Vegeta voice echoed loudly through the halls, he new somehow it was his son, somehow. But Trunks keep on walking his fists clenched, how he wished to oppose his father, show him how strong he was. And for a moment a part deep inside him, cried out, called to the man behind him, calling for help.
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A/N: I'm not sure about this chap. Please let me know your thoughts and/or ways to improve and REVIEW!