Chapter Five

Mirai Trunks looked at the sky, beautiful with all the different shades and colors of dusk. He then sighed as the crickets began to chirp. He was home now, but felt completely alone. He had his father and Gohan. He met the exuberant Pan, who was a ball full of mischief and joy. She had flowing black hair that extended to the mid of her back. She reminded him a lot of the Gohan from his timeline. He also met, Marron, the daughter of Krillen and the Android. Now that's a paring no one would ever consider. She looked like her mother, but acted like her father. Both were pretty girls, but not his type. There was only one girl who was his type. She was dead in one time and someone else's in another.

~Ten Minutes Earlier~

He had seen her. Walking along the sidewalk, alone. He knew it was her this time. Her ki signature was an exact match, but he could tell by more than that. It was just the essence of her being that lit him afire. He approached her cautiously as she sat at a park bench. The older Dominican barely noticed her admirer and she tamed a few stray strands of hair, sweeping them away from her face and behind her ear. Her hair was very long, approaching the small of her back. A few distinctive grays mixed with the lush green, but her face was still fresh and young. She always took such good care of herself. In this time line, she had to be in her early thirties…but she didn't look it. As he got closer, Dominican noticed him. She smiled politely, placing her hands gracefully in her lap.

"Are you looking for someone," she asked sweetly. MT swallowed the lump in throat, lowering his head to her like a small child. He blushed lightly, trying to find the words to say.

"Ummm…would you, by chance be…Dominican," MT stammered, finally lifting his head, looking into her questioning eyes.

"Why, yes. Do I know you from somewhere? I know, you're one of my students in BE Lecture. You look really familiar," she said, shaking her finger, smiling. "You must need help with those thermo-dynamic equations. We can set up a time for you to see me."

The older Dominican them pulled out her planned and searched through it. He was almost tempted to go along with her, but he couldn't be deceptive, not to her.

"I'm not in your class. But…I am an admirer of your beauty," he said, gazing into her emerald green eyes. She began to blush, looking at the handsome young man before her. She'd never though a student would crush over her.

"Well, I must say I'm flattered, but you must know I'm married," she said, placing her hand flat on her heart. "I know I don't wear my ring, but there goes my husband and son over there."

She pointed across the park to a tall, dark-haired man, clad in shorts and a polo shirt. He had on thin- rimmed glasses and a bright, commercial smile. He seemed like someone she would be into, he thought to himself. And the child, though male, had nearly all her features. Cropped, green hair, bluish-green eyes and a thin frame. He looked to be about five years old, and very happy. He tried to smile, but it could not come. He wanted to feel happy for her, but he could not. Dominican leaned into the young man, inquisitively.

"Are you ok…well, you never mentioned your name," she asked, trying to get him to speak.

"My name is…MT," he said, "I'm sorry to have wasted your time."

"You didn't waste my time," she replied, looking at him sweetly. "I don't know where I know you from, but you are very familiar to me. Maybe you could stop by my office sometime."

Dominican tore a piece of paper from her planner and jotted down her office room and phone number. She handed the piece of paper to MT and stood up, placing the planner in her purse.

"Well, my husband and son is waiting for me. Nice talking to you, MT," she said, walking away, waving. MT waved back gingerly. As she went off into the distance, kissing her husband lovingly, he clutched the piece of paper, holding back tears.

~*~

MT opened his hand and looked at the crumpled piece of paper. Dominican was married with a child. She was happy and had no place in her life for him. Yet, his pride refused to let him cry over it. This woman was different than the Dominican he knew, at least that's what he kept telling himself. She was older, more mature and had no idea he even existed. He shouldn't feel bad about it, he couldn't feel bad about it.

But he did.

It was supposed to all work out. That's the only reason he agreed to go back. He had his own plan. Find Dominican and start a life with her. Surely, they would share a bond that would transverse space and time. In all actuality, she should have ended up with the Trunks from this timeline. Somehow, that didn't happen. Perhaps that was a good thing. The pain he would have endured, watching his older counterpart pawing over the woman he loved. Yes, perhaps it was for the better.

But his heart still ached.

MT closed his eyes and a single tear slowly fell down his cheek. His face was burning red from holding in all the pain. He clenched his fists, still trying to keep everything contained. He still loved her. He would always love her. Nothing would ever change that. He wanted to die, now facing a life without the woman her loved. He wanted the pain to end, the suffering to stop. No one could fill the void, dull the hurt. Her hair, her eyes, her body, the smell of her sweet perfume, the innocence of her smile…he had to have it again. He needed it, like a drug addict needing a fix. And he couldn't have her.

"What's your problem," a feminine voice growled, tearing MT away from his mental torture. He rose his head and looked behind him. It was Bra. She had her hands on her hips, looking down at him. She appeared to be angry, her lip turned up, her brown pointing down.

"I should probably ask you the same thing, but it's none of my business," he said, turning back around. Normally, he would be able to handle her type. Bossy, bull-headed, inconsiderate, impulsive, but he was in no mood. He didn't want to deal with anyone. Of course, Bra could not tolerate that. When she was present, all respect and attention must be given to her.

"Excuse me, but what has your panties in a bunch," she continued, folding her arms. "Just like Trunks."

"And what do you have against your brother," he asked flatly, not paying her much mind. This only angered her more. How could he be so flippant when speaking to her?

"He's an insensitive, uncaring slut, just like all men," she said with all the essence in her being. He could tell she wasn't saying it just to be mean. She was aggravated, and hurt. It was all in her tone.

"And what would make you think that? I'm not like that. Some would say I'm too caring," MT said, turning around to face Bra's direction. The frown still remained on her face. She couldn't believe the crap he was trying to pull.

"Whatever, you are just like Trunks and Goten. I hate all of you," she screamed as he began attaching MT. Surprised, he fell on his back, blocking her half-hearted slaps. She continued to hit him until she was on her knee, tears streaming down her face, repeating how much she hated all men. Her slaps then turned into light punches, then light punches to hard punches she put her whole body into. MT then grabbed her by her wrists and rolled her onto her back, straddling her small frame.

"What's wrong with you," he growled, pushing her hands into her chest. He noted their position and dismounted her. She then sat up rubbing her arm and sobbing loudly, not because of the physical pain, but emotional. MT then regretted being so rough with her. She was stronger than she looked, but he could have handled it better, no matter how bad he felt at the moment.

"You're all the same," she whispered to herself, but loud enough for MT to hear. He honestly wondered why she felt the way she did.

"You have no clue how all men are. I can't believe I had mistaken you for…her," he said low, instantly wishing he could retract. He meant it though. Bra bears a resemblance to Dominican. but looks were not all that important. It was her lady-like demeanor that kept MT's attention. Calm and gentle, though she knew when to be assertive. There was an air about her, a keen wisdom that was well past her years. But Bra, she was anything but. He had never run into a person he disliked, but she was pushing it.

"I know enough," she spat as she stood up, walking away from MT. He then began following her. Why, he was unsure. Bra noticed she was being followed, but kept on walking. Soon, the trees became denser, and she began to trot through the woods. She would loose him in here. She then began running at top speed. Though she didn't train in the fighting sense, being a female, she was naturally agile. Being a human-Sayian mix, it only heightened her capabilities. Feeling MT still behind her, she ran towards and tree and used its trunk as leverage, moving to the treetops. Trunks, tiring of her games, teleported infront of her. She didn't have enough time to react and she slammed into his chest. She fell to the ground, but landed on her feet as Trunks floated down. Bra growled.

"I can fly, you know. I'm also way more powerful than your brother, and faster. You may be able to outrun him, but not me," he said, folding his arms against his broad chest.

"Leave me alone. You know nothing about my pain. About being heartbroken," she screamed, running for MT. Before she could raise her hand, he flew forward and pushed her against a tree. Bra screamed, feeling the bark dig into her back. He ignored her vocalization, moving closer to her face.

"You know NOTHING about me either, nor my pain. Do not test me woman," he said, releasing her from his grasp. She fell to her knee, still crying. MT turned his back to her and started walking away. He was not used to being so annoyed. She was very frail and he didn't want to take the chance of hurting her.

"Fine then. Walk away…I don't care," Bra screamed at the top of her lungs, disturbing birds in the local vicinity, causing them to fly away in alarm. MT stopped in his tracks, angered by her words. He took in a deep breath and walked back over to her. She looked surprised that he was coming back. MT stood eye to eye with her, his chest heaving up and down, his glare cold and unforgiving.

"The love of my life was killed right before my eyes. I loved that woman with every fiber of my being. We worked side by side, but when it came down to it, I could not save her. I failed her. Now she is dead. Now, will you sit there and bitch and moan, telling me I don't know about your pain. YOU are the one that doesn't know about pain. So don't you DARE tell me about what's pain and what's heartache," he yelled, pointing a finger in her face in a fit of rage and hurt. Bra lowered her head. She would have never guessed he had been though something like that. Suddenly, she felt like a small child who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She didn't know about his pain…

"I'm sorry," she said, walking closer to him, her hands to her side. "I had no idea."

"There's a lot you have no idea about, Bra. Goodnight," he said, turning his back to her once more. He took to the sky and headed towards Capsule Corp, leaving Bra with his words.

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