Chapter 4: "Help me, please."
Trunks and Goten flew low to keep from getting struck by lightening. He felt the power weakening almost to a deadly level. If the power dissipated, he knew that would mean the person or thing was dead. In a weird way, he almost wished it would dissipate by the time he got there. Fear clung to him like a bad cologne. This person had a lot of power, even though they were dying. He was reminded of the days when Buu roamed the earth. He was terrifyingly frightening, and it took all of his courage and then some to even think about taking him on. Granted they had all the Z-fighters to help them out, he was still afraid.
"Why am I so afraid of something when I don't even know who or what it is?" Trunks thought, perplexed. At about that time, he wished his father would have went instead of him. It wasn't like Trunks to be afraid of anything, let alone a new challenge, but this, whatever it was, scared the shit out of him. He was drug from his thoughts as he felt another power spike. At that moment, he could pinpoint the location. He looked over to Goten and nodded. The headed even farther south of West City and saw the smoke almost instantly. Trunks gulped, praying to Kami it wasn't evil. Him and Goten touched down a few yards away, and started approaching cautiously. He looked over to Goten and saw that his friend was just as afraid as he was. They were approaching an unknown power, something that was more than likely far more powerful than theirs combined. He was a few feet away when he started examining it. It was a spherical ball, with a small round window in the front of it. It looked like it had sustained a lot of damage. The contraption was sparking in a few places and there was smoke emanating from it badly. He could see a latch were it looked like it opened. He reached out to grab it when he heard a series of beeps. Both him and Goten jumped back, ready for a fight. Whatever was in there had decided to come out and greet them, and it scared Trunks shitless. He heard a few more beeps and a couple of clicking noises, then the door started to open. It opened with a dreadful slowness, making him anxious. He wanted it to be over. When the door was finally open, it looked dark inside, the smoke a screen to their eyes.
Then, suddenly, slowly, he saw a tattered boot emerge. The tattered boot then became a leg, and then a gloved hand emerged. Little by little, a human form emerged. Trunks stared at this person coming out of the strange contraption. When they fully emerged, he realized it was a girl. He looked her over, assessing his potential enemy. This girl wore a blue cat suit, armor adorning her chest. Her skirt looked the same, but it didn't look like the same material. Her hair was in two long braids, extending past her backside, almost down to her calf. As he looked over her, he realized she was in terrible shape. Her armor was cracked and broken in various places. Her clothes were tattered and torn in many different places, blood staining some of it. She was holding her left arm, blood dripping from her finger tips. She had bruises and cuts all over her person. Her face was only slightly marred. For the most part her hair was a tad disheveled and a few scratches but that was it. Then he looked into her eyes. They were deep pools of the darkest sapphire blue he'd ever seen. Those eyes had seen everything; hardship, poverty, travel, battles and bloodshed. Her eyes were the eyes of the person he wanted to fall in love with. Her raspy voice drug him from his thoughts.
"Help me," She said quietly, taking a step forward, "Please, help…" He barley had enough time to close the distance between them before she hit the ground. At that point, he knew she'd lost too much blood.
"Goten, go back to my house and tell my mom to have a healing chamber ready. Tell them I'm on my way with a seriously injured woman." Goten nodded at his friend, and took off. He looked back to the woman in wonder, "What could have happened to you that put you in this state?" She coughed and grabbed his chest, "Help me, please."
"It's okay. I'll take care of you. Don't worry you're in good hands now." Trunks lifted her gingerly off the ground, trying not to damage her further. He looked down at her and he could tell she was in a terrible amount of pain. She was cringing every few seconds and he could feel spasms moving her entire body. He needed to get her to his house and fast.
"Help me." He looked to her, "It's all right. You're okay now. I'll protect you." He felt she needed to hear that. He felt she deserved it, even without knowing who she was. It seemed as though no one had followed her, so maybe she didn't have anyone. He felt her relax in his arms, a signal for him to get moving. With a few bounding steps, he launched himself into the air and flew straight towards home.