D i n o M F G G m a i l . C o m

Disclaimer- DBZ is not mine and never will be, but Creeda is mine and if anyone tells u other wise they are lying!

Bulma's POV

Three days!

It's been three days...

THREE BLOODY DAYS AND MY SON STILL WON'T LEAVE THAT BLASTED ROOM!

I rub a hand over my face as I start towards the lab. I really need to talk to Trunks, in his absence the city is falling apart, and its all cause this girl! The girl called Creeda.

She hasn't so much as looked like she will regain consciousness and there is only so long someone can spend in that tank before it overloads. Sure Creeda's wounds look allot better, but she still, it seems, has no intention of awaking from her out cold state.

I think it's time I dragged Trunks out of there to talk to him, tell him we've done all we can but...

I let out a deep, sad, sigh, this is going to tear his little heart in two!

Trunks POV'

I press an open hand upon the glass of the tank. My eyes are fogged with the blurring of tears. I can't believe how long this is taking. I can't believe how hurt she must be!

I wipe away my tears and allow my eyes to focus on her still beautiful face where the cut across her eye is healing and now just a faint red mark, possibly a bruise. But no longer a scar. By all means she seems well enough to come out, be healed. She has seemed ready for a good two days, but... but nothing has happened. She hasn't stirred, she hasn't budged, not even the slightest twitch. Something must be going on beyond the skin. It wouldn't surprise me if she had bones broken, in fact, the chances of that is likely, yet I feel so determined to think she'll live, she'll be ok, when maybe she won't be maybe she really is doomed.

I suddenly shake my head so hard the negative thoughts can just fly out. How can I just let my paranoia take over like that, I have to believe!

I raise a hand to the glass and look at her doing a gentle smile.

Believe that love won't take someone special away from me again.

Believe my bad luck has passed and love will find a way.

It has to!

"Trunks?" Mums voice comes from behind me.

I turn to her to see her standing on one of the higher steps staring at me with her crystal eyes. She's been so supportive to me since she found out how truly determined I am to stay with her. But, now, there is something about those eyes, those ice blue eyes that just make me knot in the stomach. Get a bad feeling. She has something to tell me that I won't like.

"Trunks, could you come up stairs, just for a few seconds!" Mum asks a pleeding look in her eyes.

I shoot Creeda a look then look to mother and nod a few times. I had been baring her a bit lately, so I'll give her a few minutes to speak.

This brings a smile to my mothers pail pink lips twisting them slightly upwards as she waves a hand at me telling me to follow her. I do so giving Creeda one last glance before I do so. Starting up the creaky, old, wooden stairs.

"Trunks, I think it's time we excepted fate... Creeda isn't going to wake up, not now, not ever!" Mum lays out to me rather harshly.

Tears form in my eyes and I just shake my head a few times making the tears stream freely down my cheeks. How can she possibly think what she is! She wants to turn off Creeda's life support, I know it! But! I won't allow it!

I clench my fists into tight balls and am about to speak when I hear a loud smash.

'Warning! Warning! Tank 1 spillage, tank 1 spillage!' The robotic voice says from down in mothers lab. We both look to each other in shock before dashing down stairs!

20 seconds earlier, Creeda's POV

Slowly, slowly my eyes flicker open, and to my shock, my image is blurred. Am I blind or something, and where's Trunks? I raise a hand and to my shock see something dug into them. It's now I panic!

I try to move my body but feel the pushing feeling on me. It feels like... it is! I am in water!

I start panicing even more now and move forward to feel something stopping me getting out. Like a force field.

Through it I can see a lab.

My eyes widen. I have to get out of here!

I turn my shoulder to the force field and whack against it with all my might and to my shock it gives way, but along with the crashing as it lets me free, there also comes a voice. One much like the one from my old ship saying 'Warning! Warning! Tank one spillage, tank one spillage'.

I just stay on my hands and knees panting blood coming from my shoulder as I peer up at the sound of foot steps eyes wide tinted with sparkles of fear as I slowly slowly shift backwards into the glass, a little stabbing me!

"Creeda? Oh my god! You're ok!" Trunks laughs running down the stairs to my side and helping me sit up.

He stares into my eyes, and for once, those ice like eyes are soft like smooth flowing water. Like he was about to cry. Yet, a gentle smile tugs at the side of his mouth which I quickly reply to.

"Hey Trunks... what?... what happened?" I ask trying to get to my feet but slipping over on the watery ground. Lucky for me Trunks catches me with ready, open arms.

"The androids beat you up... almost killed you... they used you to get back at me." Trunks tells me keeping eye contact with me the whole time like he's begging for me to believe him. But I have no reason to doubt these words so I nods at him raising a hand to his head and ruffleing his soft, lavender hair while laughing.

"We'll get them next time huh?" I grin. Trunks does a worried look, but when he says the determination in my eyes he can't help but smile and nod. He knows he can count on me to such a level I would never let him go out and fight those beasts alone.

"Right, of course!" He nods shaking his head so his hair goes back into place then grinning at me. A very crooked smile of which he clearly didn't get from his kind, caring mother.

"You won't be fighting for a good long while little Missy! Trunks has been worried sick about you and you need to train and eat and get your strength up before you even think such a thing!" Bulma says making Trunks and I turn our heads to the stairs and look at her with wide, curious, yet upset eyes.

"What? You can't be serious! I'm fine!" I insist struggling a little before starting a slow crawl across the floor to a dry area before once again trying to stand. This time I get to my feet, but am very, very wobbly and am about to fall... again... when two strong arms wrap around me from behind keeping me up.

I look to Trunks who is trying to hold the blush that skims across his nose by talking to me. Yet giving me no eye contact. "Maybe we should rest up. I won't fight without you, I promise... unless we are in real danger!" Trunks announces.

I let out a deep and slightly annoyed sigh then nod my head a few times. No way could I argue with such points. For now, I have failed in helping Trunks with the androids, but I will help him, we will beat them together.

"Fine. But I am really ok!" I say tugging out of Trunks' arms and stumbling over to the steps wooden rail only just reaching it in time for it to keep me from falling over.

I turn to Trunks who has worry plastered all over his face. But I simply smile in return and do a light, rather shallow chuckle in return before speaking "See Trunks, no sweat!" I chuckle nervously. Trunks starts over to me thumbs tucked into his belt. He takes large steps and on the fourth one stops in front of me looking to me and doing a half frown, but doesn't speak.

"You're not fine! You need food therapy! What do your kind eat? I can whip you up a meal!" Bulma decides, as usual determined to try her best to help. I prop myself up so I'm standing straight and do a gentle grin back at Bulma.

"I've never had earth food!" I inform her honestly.

It's true. I got here a few days ago, yet I haven't ate. I must be crazy! How can I be up and moving when I haven't ate in so long. It's no wonder I'm so weak!

"I'll get her something mum!" Trunks informs his mother looking up to her where she stands on the stairs.

Bulma grunts and slightly rolls her eyes before leaving the room in a bit of a huff.

Trunks looks to me and does a light gentle smile tilting his eyebrows upwards in a friendly way before putting out both his hands to me. "Here, let me help you!" Trunks insists such a persistent glow in his eyes, I just can't say no.

I raise my hands to him in almost a hug gesture and he leans down so I wrap them around his neck. He takes a hold of my legs around behind the knees and lifts me up so it's like a backwards piggy back so we're stomach to stomach. He shifts his arms so they're on the lower back then starts up stairs carrying me carefully in his arms.

He carries me to the kitchen and sits me down in a chair before opening the fridge and peering in.

"This could be difficult. You've never had human food where as I was raised on it. I don't know what you like. Surpose, I'll just cook you up a little bit of everything!" He decides.

I smile at him tail wagging in an excited way as I just sit in my chair till suddenly Bulma enters. In her hand she has some clothes.
She walks over to me handing me the clothes. "Here you go!" She smiles. I take the clothes and look at it for a few seconds before looking back up at her.
"Where's my old clothes?" I question lowering the clothes she gave me to my lap and looking up at her innocently.

Bulma sighs at me and rubs her temples going over and leaning against the cracked wall staring to the ceiling. "They're torn to shreds. Just wear these and you can go shopping later!" Bulma announces. I'm not really sure what shopping is, but I don't wanna seem silly, so I just nod a few times, only rather slowly though.

"Oh, ok!" I nod standing up and looking at the clothes again, I then start removing the robe I wear. Bulma quickly turns away but Trunks' eyes stay on me, he can't budge.

Trunks POV

Her lack of human ways lead her to start peeling off her clothes there and then in the middle of the kitchen. And despite knowing how wrong it is, I can't take my eyes off her.

Her body is so perfect, everything is just the right size from her rounded hips, to her chest.

I can make out the outlines of a faint six pack around her abs and she has quite the muscle build on her arms too. She is so perfect! I wish I could just take her into my arms and hold her now and make sweet love to her. But that would be wrong, she sees me as a friend, I could never disobey that friendship!

I turn away from her suddenly and stare back into the fridge hiding a blush that skims across my nose.

Creeda's POV

I get into the clothes Bulma gave me tossing my hair a bit to get it right then looking to Bulma I smile. "It's really nice! Thanks!" I say looking down at the clothes I wear. I short three quarter top with the Capsule Corp symbol on the back of it with a pair of loose, gray pants.

"Glad you like them! They really suit you!" Bulma compliments. I grin and spin around a few times looking to my tail that has made a hole in the pants so it can wag freely.
"Really? Awesome!" I grin before taking my seat again and looking over to Trunks who has his head in the fridge to hide a large blush that skims over his cheeks.
"Um? Trunks?" I mutter in confusion. Trunks looks to me so suddenly he bumps his head on the top of the fridge and straightens up while laughing nervously and rubbing the top of his head.

"Yes Creeda?" He questions while still doing the same nervous chuckle.

I do a confused look, tilting my head to one side I just stare at him a few seconds. "Why are you all red?" I question noticing the red line still skimming over his nose slightly darkening and spreading around his face a bit more.

Trunks starts to stutter and mutter countless 'um's' and 'errs'.

"How about I take you to the lounge room to watch TV Creeda?" Bulma asks suddenly seeing how awkward things seem to be becoming for Trunks. I nod a few times and watch Trunks every step I take till I leave the room.

Bulma sits me down in a large cushiony chair and points an object at a box, and in a sudden flash of light it sparks to life to show a man in a chair.

Straight away I dive from the chair moving closer to the TV out of pure curiosity. I raise my hands to the solid screen and tilt my head. I feel the TV's firmness and my inability to reach out and touch the person I see in front of me confuses me.

"How did he get in there?" I ask Bulma turning away from the TV to seek the wise words of Bulma.

She smiles kindly, but you can see she's trying hard to contain an outburst of laughter. "It's not real!" She informs me.

I tilt my head a second time and tap lightly on the glass then peer at the screen again. "He looks real." I conclude after a quick study of the man on the screen. This makes Bulma start laughing yet again. "Think what you will Creeda, dear!" Bulma says leaving the room. I just stay sitting studying the TV with great curiosity tail wagging in anticipation!

Half an hour later Trunks enters a tray of different foods in hand.

First thing he notices is me sitting only about thirty centimeters from the TV staring into its glow like there's nothing else in the world. I make no signs that I'll be giving Trunks any communication as he enters.

"Creeda..." Trunks says as he lowers the tray onto the table behind me. I don't look at him still,but I do respond in an almost entranced voice "Look Trunks, I met a man named Kent Brakent, he tells me about anything! Isn't he great! He's my new friend!" I say slowly.

Trunks raises his eyebrows nervously and walks over next to me. He waves his hands in front of my face and steps in front of the screen, but I just sit there quietly.

He then switches off the TV, and I snap out of it.

I quickly shake my head and look to Trunks who stands over me looking huge... and very confused. "You ok Creeda?" He questions slowly speaking like he thinks I don't know English.
All I can do is slowly nod and hope the image I saw in my head just then is not real! Things like that shouldn't happen! It's just... just... so wrong!

OMG! What's going on here? Another one of her future telling things. It's been a while since she's had one of those! Um, well, rate and rate!