Disclaimer- ok, I've done this so many times, time for something new! TRUUUUNNKKKKSSSS!
Trunks- yes?
me- twunksie!

Trunks- ... yes

me- because ya love me...
Trunks- I never said I loved u!
me- FINE! Cause I want ya to, and I'll pummel u if u don't, will you do the disclaimer?
Trunks- u? Pummel me? HA!

me- -pulls out mallet-
Trunks- AMANDA OWNS NO PART OF DBZ! The theme idea is mostly her own, but only Creeda and her dad are her characters!
me- thanks twunksie!
Trunks- no problem, MANDY PANDY!

STORY

I stand on the edge of a cliff staring out over the blue, glassy water surface, watching the waves pound hard against the rocks below.

The wind brushes lightly through my hair as I turn my face to face behind me. There stands a partially failure image of a person. A person I know I should know, but they're such a faint memory they are hardly there. I stare into the strangers eyes looking lost till I figure out who the person is in front of me.

My father...

His hair is longer then I remember it and he doesn't wear his usual battle outfit, but a more casual robe.

He walks slowly over to me before handing me a scroll.

It seems old and its rough frail surface feels like it could just brake down into dust in my hands, but surprisingly I manage to unroll it and read the writing inside. It's in saiyan so it's easy for me to read. But when I read it, I throw it away. It's my mission, but I don't wanna do it. For some reason my heart won't let me do it! I've never had this kind of trouble before. My heart never got in the way, but for some reason I seem to have gone soft. Besides, the request its absurd!

My father leans down slowly as a thick mist suddenly clouds in around us and the cliff. He reaches into his boot and pulls out a knife.

He shines it with his jacket then hands it to me pointing a hand at a figure that sits about ten meters away.

I throw the blade aside, shake my head over and over before looking back to the figure who holds my diary in hand. He opens it to a page that comes up with every thought on my mind. It prints it out as I think it.

Trunks looks to it again and points at the part where I had read the paper to myself. He sees it as a thought, not as me reading something then shakes his head a few times like he's in shame.

"How could you?" He whispers his voice cold, but very hurt. He then pulls his sword from its sheath and so suddenly digs it into my gut . Then keeping a hold of his sword he kicks me so I plunge into the oceans depths.

A warm soft hand brushes over my face making me jump and sit up so suddenly I bang heads with the person who had touched me.

"GAH!" I grunt as I hold my now swore head and look to the person who is squatted by my bed looking at me.
"You Ok? You were really restless. Lashing about in bed and your temperature was really high. I herd you yelling from my room and came in to find you..." He pauses and looks into my eyes filled with fear. He swallows hard and brushes some hair from his face. "Well, you scared me..." He decides slanting his head a little to one side.

I groan as I sit up and look to him wiping some sweat from my face and looking to Trunks.

That is the fifth time I've had that image, the fifth time! And with every time I see it I feel more and more uncomfortable around Trunks.

I shift a little away from him and slightly clear my throat before smiling at him and chucking nervously. "Erm, just a bad dream!" I decide trying to not feel bad around Trunks. After all he has done so much for me. He's tried so hard to please me, but is still unable to find a food that I'll eat. He's trying so hard, but is getting no where fast.

"Oh, that's not good!" Trunks says looking very much in thought for a second, eyes slightly raised to look at the roof before they suddenly look back to me still shinning so icy cold!

I can't hate someone who seems to care about me so much. And in my vision, I cared about him too!

He brushes a hand over my face ever so gently. It just skims my skin. He then smiles at me and places it under my chin raising my face to him. "You know what? When I had bad dreams after my best friend died I found it easier to sleep with someone... not that bad kinda sleep, just share a bed! That way when you wake up and you're scared you can see the person next to you and feel safe again!" Trunks tells me smoothly.

I stare at him for a few seconds then smile a little. He really is a nice person. Right now, I know I can trust him. It's my dad that I really fear.

"Will you stay here with me for the rest of the night?" I ask Trunks as sweetly and as innocently as I can raising my eyebrows and doing puppy eyes.

He glances to the clock on the wall then looks back to me smiling then nods.

I shift aside in the bed and make room for the semi-saiyan to squeeze in by me. He brings the blanket up so only our heads and shoulders are out from under the blanket.

I yawn and shift myself close to Trunks nestling into my pillow as much as I can before rolling over so my back is to Trunks.
I glance at him over my shoulder and smile at him before shifting my arms behind me so I feel his hand touching mine. I take them into my grip and place them on my hips holding them there. I just need them for comfort right now.
But his hands don't squirm, he doesn't struggle. Instead his hands settle lightly rubbing me in a comforting, yet seducing way. My eyes begin to drear closed and I'm so close to sleeping when Trunks starts speaking to me and I reopen my eyes.

"I care about you so much Creeda!" He tells me his face so close to me his breath tickles my neck and wisps around my ears and under my hair.

I smile and lean my head backwards eyes lightly closed again.

"I think this is bad for us, cause we're friends, but, I have to say this or else it'll eat me from the inside. I need you so bad, but its in the worst possible way. You're becoming something more then a friend to me!" Trunks informs me a whisper in his voice that could send shivers down my spine. But there's just something I enjoy about the way he seems to make me quiver.

This is it! This is the reason I couldn't kill him! The reason I went soft! ... I love him!

"Dam it!" I mutter to myself just under my breath as I bury my head deeper into the pillow letting out a light grunt. So much for saiyan pride... so much for Medium sense... I fell right into his arms. WHY? Why did I allow myself to become this way? Does love make me weak? Will I no longer want to train? ... Maybe... maybe if I just stay quiet, nothing will happen!

I close my eyes loosely and pretend to be in a sweet sleep in hope of no more actions on Trunks' behalf.

After a minute of total silence from me Trunks becomes a little curious and starts saying my name in a low whisper to try and gain my attention. Get a reaction. See if I'm awake. I am of course awake, but I just lay there, eyes closed listening to his words and feeling his warm breath send chills all over my body. But I keep my act of pretending to be asleep.

Trunks shifts and sits up a little leaning slightly forward so he can see my face. And sure enough with the lightly closed eyes and soft breathing, he's straight off convinced I am in a light slumber. So, re-taking his place behind me he gives my neck a soft kiss and settles into the nape of my neck and lets out a relaxed sigh and smiles.

I lightly open one eye and glance to the unaware semi-saiyan as he nestles even more into my neck and takes a deep breath taking in my scent before letting the out breath out of his mouth sending warm breath traveling down my spine.

"My God, thank God you're OK again. When you were hurt I was so worried... so, so worried..." Trunks whispers unaware I'm actually awake and listening to his every word.

Again, his lips press on my neck and he gets himself comfortable nestled into my neck. Cause he's so close and his face is pressed against me I feel his lips go into a smile and feel them move as he goes to speak again. "I don't know why I care about you so much. I'll die if you ever leave me. Please, stay with me forever. Please! I love you!" He informs me voice sweet and low. His hands tighten around me and he pulls me close. "Never leave me!" He whispers full of desperation and need.

I'd be lying if I said his words were nothing to me. They were so sweet to hear, and I know he's telling the truth, simply cause he thinks I'm asleep. That means his words must be true, why else would he be talking to a sleeping girl?

I close my eyes again and still in a state of shock from his words, I drift off.

I groan as I slowly sit up rubbing the temples of my head and clicking my toung. I turn to Trunks who lays on the bed behind me in a sound sleep.

I do a smile of victory and climb slowly and silently from the bed feeling the floor press onto my bare feet. I wiggle my toes a little to regain feeling, then leave the room very quietly.

My senses tell me that Bulma is also asleep so I can easily get out side and do what I have to do unnoticed. Despite what they may say, what they may think, I am going to train, I am going to fight. To try and stop me from doing such a thing is insanity, like trying to pet a straving lion. It can't be done without the risk of loosing a few limbs! Which is what I'd do if someone tried to take away my fighting privlages.

I silently open the front door and slip out closing it softly behind me so all it lets out is a rather silent click then I head down the path and stand on the law taking a deep breath of the sweet morning air.

I decide to myself I best not go far. Sneaking out is bad enough, but if I go to far I could give Trunks a heart attack... if he manages to live through seeing me not by his side when he awakes.

Again I take a deep breath of the early air and move slowly into a squatted down fighting stance and ready an arm in front of my face, I close one eye and slowly moving my arm aside so its straight out to my side even with my oposite arm I take a second deeper breath and suddenly reopen my eyes letting out a slight low pitch yell as I power up hair slightly raising and hands turning to fists that soon raise above my head. It's there I reopen them so my palms face the raising sun and giving my body a sudden jolt my body goes flying forward so I start flipping across the lawn.

After the forth flip I stop only to start boxing the air and avoid a fake oppositions punches and kicks by flipping around. I pause at the bottom of a tree and grabbing onto one of its lower branches and heaving myself up onto it so I'm just hanging there. From there I start swinging myself till I'll flipping round and round the branch till I release myself and go flying into the air only to catch myself in mid flight and go back to kicking and punching the air.

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?"

I totally loose my sense of concertration on training and look down to ground level where I see Bulma standing on the lawn, hands on her hips, in her winter PJ's not looking too happy. But what she wants me to say in response to her 'question' is beyond my knowing. She obviously already knows what it is I am doing twenty meters above her head.

"Ball room dancing..." I say in a rather shallow and sarcastic voice. Which, may I add makes Bulma grunt in annoyance and let out a kind of growling sound as she points a finger at me, sharpens her eyes and suddenly points to the ground.

"Creeda, get down here now!" Bulma demands in a threatening way... like she thinks she can do something if I object!Which she totally can't!

I cross my arms and just hover on the spot looking down at her in a cocky kind of way. I then toss my head to one side so I'm staring out at the broken city. "Hey... do you sense that?" I ask Bulma forgetting for a few moments that she's human and can't sense things. My eyes roll down to focus on Bulma again as I take a deep nervous breath.

"What is it Creeda? What do you sense?" Bulma asks voice no longer firm and stubborn but instead low and not much louder then a faint whisper.

My eyes shift from side to side as I try to pin point the energy and its position to little effect. I know it's the androids, it couldn't be anything else, but they're moving so fast I can't track their life and get a direct location. I turn to look to Bulma again and before she can even speak I take off flying to investigate the strange power symbols I am receiving.

I land down on the solid ground and start slowly walking around between the fallen buildings. The androids power is scattered everywhere, from the smoking buildings to the smashed cars. They have been here but weather or not they are still lurking around... I cannot be sure.

My hand takes a hold of a fallen buildings wall as I take it into a firm grasp and let out a sigh. I seem to have so less energy then I remember. Surely I'm not as weak as this!

I raise my head from the ground and stumble forward a few steps still looking very cautious for the fact the androids could still be just about anywhere. They could be watching me right now...

At that moment, weather it be my paranoia suddenly showing itself or the real thing I feel a set of eyes boring into my body from somewhere. A location I cannot locate! My heart speeds up and my eyes shift quickly from side to side as my breathing becomes more rapid, frightened and loud. This is not my imagination, there is most certainly something watching me from somewhere... most likely the shadows of the fallen buildings that surround me. I can just feel the presence drawing nearer and nearer till suddenly!...

A hand slips around my waist holding me tight and taking me close and another hand goes to cover my mouth.

My eyes widen as I go into a sudden fit of panic! I start kicking my legs and trying to shake my head to no effect. This person has me in a tight grasp right where they want me!

um... DUN DUN DUN! I haven't done this in soooo long cause I haven't been getting ratings but life goes on! A kinda random chapter if I do say so myself, and what happens next is a mystery... even to me.