The awaited sequal to Lavender and Pink...

Sapphire and Gold

by Toku Tenshi

disclaimer: Dragonball Z and its characters are not mine. Dashi is though, so, yeah....

A/N: ah, shibi chicken, my faithful reveiwer... and also the last reviewer to read my Lavander and Pink story... so what happened to everyone else? I sent them all emails, but I got 8 messages back saying that the 'inbox could not be found'? I even went as far as to recheck every single reveiw and read member bios, but some emails i guess just aren't used anymore...

shibi chicken, so many questions! all will be revealed.

chapter 3 : Questions

The sunlight flooded Bulma's room and stung at her eyes. She rolled over in bed and gave a powerful yawn, still clinging to that last bit of sleep. The light was persistant and finnally won, forcing the woman to climb out of bed and go about her morning routines. Half way through brushing her teeth, Bulma realised that she hadn't seen Trunks before falling asleep last night. He said he'd make a round and then come back, but he didn't wake her up when he got back as he usially did. Worried about her teenage son, Bulma quickly rinsed her mouth out and pulled on a robe - she didn't want her guests to see her pjs. The mother marched down the hallway, tieing her robe as she went, and threw open Trunks's bedroom door. She sighed in relief at her son's sleeping form, but faulted as she noticed another body on the bed.

At some point during the night, Trunks must have gotten cold as he was now under the blanket. He slowly opened his eyes at the sound of the door hitting the wall. Trunks looked over at Bulma and blinked the sleep from his eyes. His mother was standing in the doorway with a very odd expression on her face. It was somewhere between horrified and confused and it wasn't directed entirerly at Trunks. The teen was about to ask what was wrong, when Dashi turned over next to him. He jumped and fell out of bed, kami knew what was running through Bulma's head.

"Trunks," Bulma started as she closed the door, "Who is that?" She tried hard to stay calm. Her son might have a perfectly good reason for this situation.

The teen sat on his floor and took a deep breath. "Mom, this is Dashi. I found last night and brought her over. We slept together beca-"

"You slept with someone you only met last night?!" Bulma screeched, cutting off her son before he could explain further. "Oh kami, Trunks! I thought I taught you better than that! Granted, we never really talk about intercourse awhole lot, but still I-"

"Whoa! WHAT?! Mom, its not like that! I swear, it's not what you think!" Trunks waved his hands around in defense, his face a cherry red. He knew it looked bad, but he didn't think Bulma would jump to that conclusion so quickly!

Dashi woke up then, her vision clearing on the blushing, panicing Trunks. She heard two voices yelling back and forth; one she knew was Trunks and the other sounded familure, but different somehow... She sat up and looked at the other person, studying the features of the face, the blue hair. Dashi gasped as she realised it was Bulma, but she was so much older than she remembered. The woman's face - which had been so loving and happy - was now slightly creased with lines of pain and just seemed so very tired. Dashi didn't know what was going on or what happened in the time she was away, but she did know that she needed to find out. The girl climbed out of bed and walked straight over to the older woman, ceasing the argument between mother and son.

Bulma prepared to start yelling at the stranger, tell her off and throw the hussie out, but Dashi looked at her with such a knowing, yet confused, expression, that Bulma stayed quiet. The girl's gaze then drifted to Bulma's calised hands and she grabbed one in her own. "Bulma... what happened to you?" The woman was taken back. She had never seen this girl befor in her life, but Dashi was acting as if she knew Bulma very well. As if they were friends.

With Bulma finnally quiet, Trunks stood up and walked over to the females. His mother released her stare at the girl and shifted to Trunks. "Mom,"Trunks began once again, "I met Dashi when I was going to school in the past." Dashi looked at him curiously, but he didn't see. "We've been through alot together and after she died I waited around for everyone to summon Shenlong and bring her back, but it couldn't be done. That's why I came back later than I was supposed to. She showed up in the Gaian district last night so I brought her back here. Every room was filled up and Dashi wouldn't let me sleep on the couch, she said it wasn't fair for her to steal my room."

Bulma was taken back. She had always thought that something more had happened when Trunks was away, but he had never said anything about it before. Sure, he told her about the amazon cult, but he never mentioned how they beat Jimi or anything about this girl. "Did... did this girl die while fighting Jimi?"

Trunks nodded, his eyes on the floor. "Dashi was the one who defeated her, but the technique she used cost her life. If... if she had only-" Trunks stopped and took a calming breath. Even though Dashi was back, her death was still too painfull to remember. Trunks and Bulma both turned to Dashi who was sitting on the bed, head bowed.

"I... I died?" She looked up with tears brimming her eyes in utter confusion. "Trunks... what's going on? I don't understand..." Dashi clenched the blanket and shook her head. Everything was so wrong. Nothing made any sence. Trunks rushed over to Dashi and placed a hand over hers. The hand relaxed and released the blanket.

"You didn't know? Dashi, what do you remember?"

The saiyajin looked into Trunks's eyes and made a small whimmering sound. "I... I remember forcing out my pure ki, all of it, to defeat Jimi, but after it left me... everything went blank. I remember floating in darkness, slowly gaining more and more movement of my body and remembering more and more about my life. It felt like forever, just being there with nothing but my memories. I thought I was being punished... for what I did. I thought-" Dashi looked away, "I thougt I had messed up again. I thought I had destroyed Earth... I thought I killed you..."

Trunks pulled Dashi into his arms, and shook his head. "No, no. You didn't do anything wrong. The planet was saved because of you. You did absolutly nothing wrong." Trunks rocked Dashi slightly and rubbed her back. 'How could she have thought that? She must have been so misserable...'

Bulma leaned against the door and watched the scene before her. She knew now that Trunks cared for this girl and they had done nothing bad last night, just sleeping. An idea hit Bulma, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to break the mood. She coughed lightly, startling the teens and causeing them to seperate with pink cheaks. 'They're so cute.' She thought with a smile. "I was thinking... that thing you did to stop Jimi, you said you used all your good ki, right?" Dashi nodded and wiped a tear from her eye. "Well, maybe the reason you couldn't be wished back is because your ki was so spread out, your energy signal couldn't be registered and that dark place you were in, maybe that was just your ki gathering back together. That makes sence, right?"

Trunks looked at his mother and nodded slowly. "Shenlong did say he couldn't bring Dashi back because he couldn't find her..." Bulma smiled at herself. She had always been good with solving things. "So then, maybe that's why you can't fly, Dashi. Maybe some of your ki is still gathering."

Dashi nodded slowly, it did seem to make sence but there was still something she didn't understand... "Trunks... who's Shenlong and why is Bulma older than I remember?" Bulma gave her son a look.

"You didn't tell her where you were from, did you?" Bulma knew that under normal circumstances, Trunks shouldn't have told but he obviously has strong enough feelings for Dashi that the other timeline would not only wish her back to life for him, but send her through the timestream too.

The room was quiet. Trunks slowly started to laugh nerviously. "Well, it's kinda hard to explain Mom... Befor the battle with Jimi, I thought I was going to have to leave Dashi there so I was sorta distancing myself from her... ya know, to make it easier for when I left."

Dashi leaned her head on Trunks's shoulder. "So that's why," she smiled shyly and closed her eyes. "I thought that you didn't want anything to do with me. But still, could someone please explain? It can't be any odder than my past was." She sat up and looked at the two Breifs. "Please?"

Bulma opened the door and stepped through. She turned back to the room and gave Trunks a stern look. "I am going to get breakfast ready. I expect you to straighten this thing out, mister, by the time I'm done." Bulma closed the door and headed back to her room to change.

Trunks looked at Dashi and held her hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb across the back or her hand. "Alright. years ago, when I was still a baby, there where these androids called Number 17 and Number 18... "

end ch3