The sequel 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: Sorry for the wait, school semester finals and all...
Chapter 4: Breakfast
An hour later, Dashi and Trunks made their way to the kitchen. Dashi was still absorbing everything Trunks told her, all the death and destruction, all the pain... she felt a pang of guilt for how she acted in the 'past'./ Trunks had lived such a hard life, as had Dashi, and under normal circumstances - concerning normal time flow - the two might have never met. That thought struck Dashi at her core and she looked up at Trunks, 'I can't imagine life without him... I don't even remember how I survived before we met.' The girl took her peers hand, causing him to jump slightly but soon tightened the grip himself. It was strange to think how these two passengers of time distortion were so alike.
Bulma looked up as the teenagers walked in the room with a tired smile on her face. "Guys,
"She said, commanding the attention of the table's occupants. The men looked up and turned to the newcomers; one man mindlessly chewed on a piece of toast and merely glanced over. "Dashi, this is Sutlach, Lavosh, Raita, Zuppa, and Flan." Each man raised his hand or made some sort of acknowledgement, Raita dared to wink which caused a barely audible growl from Trunks. "These guys are working on the re-construction of C.C., so instead of them traveling each morning and night I'm just letting them bunk here. And guys, this is Dashi. She's Trunks girlfriend" both teens blushed and Bulma quickly corrected"-I mean, his friend that's a girl." She hadn't meant to label Dashi so quickly as she was still unclear on the teens' relationship, but the damage had already been done.
The table erupted in chatter. "'bout time you snagged one, Trunks"
"When'd hesneak off and find a chick"
"I thought Trunks had been acting weird lately..."
Trunks blushed and waved away the remarks, trying to calm the pseudo older brother down, but they just wouldn't shut up! The comments and questions kept coming and Trunks was beginning to have enough. "Just can it already" He shouted louder than he meant to, silencing the chatter instantly. It was always fun to tease Trunks but these guys knew what he could do, I mean, he took out the androids for goodness sake! Imagine the damage he could inflict on these mere construction workers.
In the quiet Dashi scanned the room for the short head of Tra. She was about to ask Bulma were the chibi was, but then she remembered. Tra wasn't there. Everything was different. Only Trunks remained from the life she knew. The thought caused Dashi to cling to Trunks's arm. Lavosh started to whoop, but an icy glare from the lavender-haired teen stopped that. "Lay off, she's been through a lot."
Sutlach scoffed"Who hasn't?" The room was quiet once again only to be broken by the beeping of a watch. "Time to get working crew" Sutlach said while taking one last bite of breakfast and rising from his chair. The others quickly followed suit and waved to Bulma. Raita, never the brightest crayon in the box, winked at Dashi once again as he passed.
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Dashi sat on a stool in Bulma's newly revamped lab, hands to herself. There were so many unfinished devices and equipment lying around that looked fragile enough to break if breathed on. Dashi felt odd around this new Bulma. The old Bulma, that's not to say the older Bulma, had shared so many things with Dashi, they had become very good friends and now it was like it had never happened... techniqually it didn't, in this timeline anyways. It was weird that the friendship had to start all over when Dashi felt that she was already a friend. The reason Dashi was even in Bulma's lab as the woman tinkered with various contraptions is this: Trunks was called out to the Erun district to take care of one of a creature that had been sighted and the teen wouldn't let Dashi come, especially since she could no longer protect herself and Dashi couldn't very well be left alone in such an unfamiliar place. So, there she sat in Bulma's lab, trying to make small talk, subconsciously trying to jar Bulma's memories about things that never happened.
"I'm sorry, but could you please be quiet? This is important stuff here" Bulma ordered in her usual commanding manner. Dashi was taken back, but nodded and kept silent as the older woman studied a piece of burnt flesh, trying desperately to extract a DNA sample. If she could only figure out exactly what the creatures were, then maybe she could find a better and safer way of destroying them... or even find out where they came from. They seemed to just pop up out of nowhere one night in a small number, but grew exponentially over the next month. Bulma sighed and leaned back from the sample, rubbing her tired eyes. 'Can't the world ever just be at peace for than a few years?' She turned around in the swivel chair only to find that her guest was gone. She sighed, feeling bad for snapping at the new girl when all the poor thing was trying to do was be friendly. "Why am I such a smurf sometimes" She groaned out to the empty room.
End chap 4
SA: AH! I'm sorry it took so long. I told you 'soon' and here it is 2 or so months later... ;
Dashi: Well, yes, that was quite unthoughtful. Shame, shame, bad author.
SA: I said I was sorry! TT Don't be so mean!
Dashi: ... sigh -