Wow, I didn't know you guys would like my stories so much! I'm soooooo happy. Now to clear up a few things, Serena and her friends are just regular people but Trunks and the rest are saiyajins, but she still comes from a line of royalty, but she doesn't know it yet. Also, more characters will appear later in the story. Big thanks to all of my reviewers, especially AnaFrost who has read like every chapter of my story and gave me positive reviews. Thanks much!
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Trunks decided to listen closely to this, seeing as he wanted to know more about this girl.
"It's a really long story, I don't feel like going through it all," Serena replied, suddenly looking sad.
"Can you give us the abbreviated version?" Bulla pleaded to her new-found friend.
Serena sighed; she really didn't feel like talking about. It was just too painful for her to think about. She looked at the pleading girl in front of her. She smiled, sadly. She reminded her so much of herself when she was younger; carefree and full of energy. 'How I miss those days. Well, I guess I could tell them a little bit.'
"Well, I pretty much ran away from my fiancée."
"Why?" Trunks asked, getting into the conversation.
"He was too controlling. He made me loose my friends, my family. He told me that I didn't need them, all I needed was him. He wouldn't let me have any male friends because he would automatically think that I would cheat on him."
"Why would he think that?" Bulla asked.
"I don't know, maybe he felt insecure or something. Anyway, he gradually started to take over my life. I couldn't go anywhere without his permission or his accompanying me. I pretty much got fed up with him. When he came home from work today we got into a huge argument. To make a long story short, I ran away from him. He gave chase, of course. I ran as fast as I could away from him. That's when I saw this building and made a mad dash into for it. I had looked up and saw a light in one of the offices upstairs, so I figured it was still open. When I entered, everything was dark. I looked around to try to find a safe spot, but then I heard someone coming. That's when I hid behind the desk, and Trunks found me," She finished. There was much more to the story, but she was just giving them the basics for now. Trunks and Bulla looked at the girl with sympathy. 'Poor girl, she didn't deserve that,' Bulla thought. 'She so nice, how could he have been so cruel?'
Trunks, on the other hand sat deep in thought. 'Something doesn't add up. I think that the guy did something more to make her flee like that.'
While the two siblings sat in thought, Serena sat on the couch in silence, stating into space. There was so much more to be told, but she didn't feel like going in depth with it, but that didn't mean that she couldn't stop her memories from rushing forth. She saw her and her best friends hanging out at the mall and the arcade. Just as soon as that memory came, it soon left and was replaced with one of her best friends angry with her for neglecting them, and lying to them. She saw all of them arguing with one another, including herself. She saw herself fighting with her fiancée, which brought tears to her eyes. She immediately tried to hide them. 'I must not cry. That bastard isn't worth my tears,' she thought, but the memories continued coming. She saw him look at her with angry, steel-blue eyes, and saw him strike her in the stomach, causing her to fall to her knees, prompting him to start kicking her. That's the real reason she ran, he was abusing her. He had verbally abused her before, but never had he laid a hand on her. She was heartbroken. Sure, she had fallen out of love with him, but still, she didn't think she would be hurting this much, and not just mentally. She sighed, and felt the tears start to come.
Trunks was the first to snap out of his thoughts. He looked over at Serena and saw her crying. He couldn't help himself as he went over and hugged her. Serena was a bit surprised, but soon relaxed and buried her head in his shoulder as she cried. He rubbed her back soothingly, while signaling to his sister to go and bring some tissue. Bulla complied and left the room to get some tissue. Bulla quickly came back and knelt in front of Serena, wiping her face with the tissue, and saying soothing words to her.
Serena was appreciative of their efforts to comfort her. She willed herself to stop crying. She thanked Bulla and Trunks, though she made no move to move off of Trunks, which he really didn't mind.
"Awe, you to look so cute together."
This caused everyone to turn around towards the voice that spoke. They saw Bulma all starry-eyed and smiling. Serena lifted her head off of Trunks, blushing. Trunks removed his arm from around her but still stayed close to her. Bulla decided to come to the rescue and drag her mother into the kitchen again to 'talk.' Trunks was grateful to his sister for doing so and turned back to Serena.
"Feel better?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you."
"Are you tired?"
"No, not really," she lied. She wanted to stay up under Trunks for as long as she could.
"Want to watch some tv then?"
"Sure, why not."
Trunks turned back to the television and started flipping through the channels again, but stayed in his spot close to Serena. Serena yarned, causing Trunks to look at her.
"If you want, you could lay on me," he told her.
Serena looked up at him and blushed, causing him to smile. Yet she did rest her head on him, and immediately fell asleep. Trunks rapped his arm around her as he got more comfortable on the couch. He soon drifted off to sleep. Soon Bulma and Bulla walked out of the kitchen talking and laughing, but stopped as soon as she saw her son with Serena snuggled up on the couch. She smiled, went to the closet, got out a blanket and put it over both of them. After, she went up to her bedroom to settle in for rest. Bulla on the other hand ran up to her room to get her digital camera. She smirked evilly, looking much like her father. She ran back downstairs and took many pictures of them. One thought continued to run through her mind as she took pictures. 'Blackmail.' After about a half hour of taking pictures, she went upstairs and went to bed.
