Killed on the Inside
Disclaimer- I don't own DBZ(as much as I'd love that), Kingdom Hearts, or any thing doing with them. I do own Electra and her character idea along with this plot.
Author's note: I based the story after the history of Trunks movie special and only changed what needed to…sorry. And I'm reeeally sorry it took so long to update! Won't happen again.
Chapter 2: The Scenario's Start
A bloody Gohan opened the cottage door, an even bloodier Trunks over his shoulder.
"Hello? Electra?"
Murmuring was heard from deeper inside the house.
"Hmm?" Gohan set Trunks on the couch and walked toward Electra's room.
"How can he be asleep still? Why can't that stupid Namine hurry up?"
…
"Well I'm stuck here right now and I don't think I'll be making it back soon."
…
"What? Yeah, I should just come outta nowhere and tell these two. You don't get it, no…scratch that. They wouldn't get it."
…
"Whatever. That darkness did a little more than just blind you."
And a beep was heard. Gohan shook of the confused look from his face and opened the door.
"Who was that?"
"Huh?" A blonde Electra looked up from the floor, red-faced and shocked.
"Woah! You're a-"
"Sayain? Well…duh." She smiled coyly at the dumbfounded boy.
"I didn't know that!"
"Well…I guess it's not as obvious as I intended. How did your fight go?"
"Wait. Who were you talking to? And how can you already be a super sayain?"
"Umm. Can't we discuss this at a later-"
"No. Please, why won't you tell me anything?"
"Maybe because we just met? I'm sorry Gohan but I-"
"You said that 4 days ago!"
He noticed her puppy dog eyes and her inward shoulders.
"Why are you yelling at me? Four days isn't enough time to trust someone."
Gohan looked downward.
"Sorry. I'm not used to talking to girls."
"I noticed..."
The then awkward silence was broke by the agonized scream from the living room.
"Trunks!"
They both ran into the room, regarding Trunks on the couch, holding his arm that was bleeding uncontrollably.
"Trunks! Oh my gosh!" Electra ran to his side, her blonde hair returned to brown and fell.
"Gohan! Get me some towels!" He did just that to return and see Electra pointing her sword at Trunks' arm.
"What are you-"
"Curaga!" And a bright, light green light faded, Trunks screeching in pain.
"What did you do?"
"Check it out."
Gohan looked down at his best friend, his arm cured completely.
"Trunks, are you okay?" Electra put Souleater down and came to him.
"How did you heal me?"
"The keyblade did it. But are you okay?"
"Peachy."
Gohan noticed the look in Trunks' eyes. He liked Electra…which wasn't good.
"So kid, you did good today until 17 slammed you into the pavement. Hahaha…man, Electra you should have seen him!"
"Really?" She glanced toward the embarrassed boy. "Must have hurt, huh?"
"Uh, yeah…heh." He smiled but stopped to glare at Gohan.
"So Gohan, how did you do?" She smiled largely.
"Me? Well, I knocked android 18 out and that's when I noticed shorty getting schooled." He then gave Trunks a noogie on this purple head.
Electra stood up and sat in-between them and crossed her arms.
"You guys really want to know where I came from?"
"Yes!"
"Totally!"
They both turned to her, excited.
"Too bad." She then got up and picked up her loyal blade and smiled toward them.
They both raised an eyebrow and sighed while she walked out of the room.
"Boy she's weird."
"That's for sure."
And then they both rested their head back.
"That's why I like her…" their voices in unison.
They started wrestling and yelling when Electra ran in the room, Bulma (Trunks' mom) following her.
"Shut up boys! I can't even take a nap in this house without you two bellowing!"
They stopped and apologized only to follow the mother figure into the kitchen to cook dinner. Electra stood in the same place and shrugged, and ran in the kitchen to help.
So this is what families do, huh?
How can they so peaceful knowing that this world's fate rests in their hands?
How can they just-
"Trunks dear, can you chop up some wood for the fire?"
"Sure but can Electra come?"
"I don't care."
Electra and Trunks ran out, swords in hand.
"She's too old for him." Gohan blurted out while setting the table.
"Psh no. Look at Vegeta and me!"
Gohan frowned.
"Okay, we can get done twice as fast if we work on each log together."
"Sure!"
They began chopping it into blocks from opposite ends, meeting up in the middle.
"Heh. You can cut the last part." Trunks held out his hand, insisting.
"No, that's okay. You can go ahead." Electra set her sword on her shoulder.
"But…are you sure?"
"Positive."
Trunks looked in her eyes and Electra blushed. Gohan scowled out the window while Electra giggled at Trunks as he cut the last piece of wood in half.
Dinner was quiet as glares were exchanged and small glances were traded.
"I'm off to bed, guys!" Bulma walked into her room with her usual cigarette in hand.
"Night mom!"
"Goodnight Bulma!"
"Sweet dreams!"
The three sat watching TV as Trunks kept yawning. "Go to bed, squirt. You might be able to grow a few inches."
"What did you say?"
"Gohan's right. You had a rough day."
"Yeah. I'm off to bed then."
"Night.
"Don't let your blanky bugs bite."
"Hey Electra. Who were you talking to earler?"
"An old friend. Why?"
"A guy old friend
or…"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes."
"Why does it matter?"
"Because it just does."
"Tell me the reason."
"Because Trunks likes you." Gohan hid his smirk behind his serious face.
"Oh…" And she got up, disappointed. She began to walk away before he cut her off.
"Well, I mean-" She turned around with bright eyes.
"I…uh…"
"So you don't like me?" Her eyes became lifeless.
"No! I mean yes…I mean…please don't think that I don't like you." Gohan drooped his head.
"Okay then. I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow?"
Gohan looked up to her confusingly. "Yeah sure."
Electra blew him a kiss and ran off to her room.
He sat for a minute…
I knew she liked me!
Meanwhile Trunks lay in his bed smiling.
I can't believe she likes me!
"Hey Trunks."
"Yeah?"
"You know that I like you, right?"
"Huh?"
"Tee-hee! Nevermind!"
The conversation replayed over in his head from earlier.
The door closed. The light turned on. She changed her clothes and sat on the edge of her bed, her face in her hands.
I can't figure out which one is the one they need…
They're both nice but…
I think the better one is-
To be continued?
Please review! If this story needs improvement or just needs to go… tell me!
If there is a nest chapter:
Sorry if there isn't enough fighting. I'll get to that.
I'll add some surprise entrances and connections next chapter so keep checking back for updates!
Otherwise:
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