DISCLAIMER-ZOMBIECHICK422 DOESN'T OWN DBZ. TOEI AND AKIRA TORYAMA DO. SHE ONLY OWNS KENTANA.
ME-"Wasn't that romantic?" Sarcastically.
KENTANA-"You're just upset that you didn't have a Valentine."
ME-"Says the girl who had her lips locked onto a guy for the past four hours."
TRUNKS-*chuckles to himself.*
ME-"Who says I was talking about you?"
TRUNKS-*Looks frantically at his mate.*
KENTANA-*sighs*"She was talking about you."
TRUNKS-"She better have."
KENTANA-"Well I think it was a great first Valentine's day."
TRUNKS-*Blushes deeply*"It sure was. I think I'm ready to relive those four hours of my life."
ME-"You two make me sick. Now before they can start making out, on with the show."
The two looked at each other for a moment, lost in what they had just done. Earlier that day neither of them would have thought they would be doing that just a few hours later. They would have laughed at the thought. Now they could thing of nothing but that long moment. It all seemed... magical.
"Whoa," said Kentana. She had never kissed a guy before and didn't know what to expect or that it could feel this good. Of course, it could only feel this good to her coming from him.
"You feel this too right?" He asked, his eyes never straying from hers. She nodded her head slowly. She blushed when she heard a group of girls giggling at then. She shot them a death glare. They scattered with chuckles under her violent stare.
Kentana's eyes widened."Shit! I forgot my Ipod in the bra store!" She exclaimed in horror as she imagined someone stealing her gift from him. Trunks sighed and sat back in his seat, looking up.
"Well, that killed the mood," he groaned.
"I'll be right back," she said before running to the other end of the mall. She bolted to the other end of the very large and rather crowded mall and zipped into the bra store. She found it sitting safely on the shelf above the underwear and pulled it down. She placed the ipod into her boot with her capsule of shopping stuff since her shorts didn't have very big pockets. Great, now she won't have to ask Trunks to buy her a new one. A loud explosion startled her from her thoughts.
She ran out of the doors and into a crowd of screaming people. Frightened humans filed past her and into the stores or out of the nearest exit in a fearful frenzy. She stood her ground as several people bumped into her. Her ears were ringing with the sounds of yelling and rampaging footsteps. This didn't matter to her for what she saw canceled it out.
Above her head was a gaping whole where the sky light had once been. Hovering in the gap were two humanoids that held no Ki signatures at all. They wore devilish smirk as they stared about at the destruction and havoc they caused. They didn't seem to care at all of the lives they were taking. Kentana remembered something from a few days earlier.
*Kentana was in the kitchen trying her hand at making fried rice. She had just turned the stove off when she sensed Trunks' Ki nearby. She dropped the pan when she sensed his low power level. She dashed to the door and almost ripped it off its hinges in her haste. She gasped in shock.
"Trunks!" She caught the teen as he fell from where he was standing. His clothes were torn and he was covered in cuts, bruises, and Ki burns. He breathed in heavily as she held him. One eye was squinted shut as he spoke in an exhausted voice.
"It's okay Kentana, I'm fine," he groaned.
"No, you're not," she picked him up bridal style despite the obvious difference in their sizes. She placed him on the couch and called for Bulma. Bulma ran in, grease smeared on her check.
"What's wrong-Trunks!" His mother ran to her sons side.
"Bulma, get the first aid kit, a wet rag and some warm water! Hurry!" She ordered, only glancing over her shoulder at the mother of the injured teen before her. She was unsure why she felt such a need to help him, but it felt right. Like nothing mattered except making sure he was okay.
Bulma came back with the first aid kit and a rag soaking in a bowl of warm water. The supplies were placed on the coffee table as Kentana began to work. She grabbed the rag and squeezed excess water out before cleaning the wounds on Trunks' head. She removed his jacket to clean his arms and found part of it torn. She looked at wear the tear was from and found the end of a deep gauge on his shoulder. She rolled him onto his side, becoming gentler when he winced from the pain.
She saw the long cut that stretched from his left shoulder to his right and wanted to scream, but kept her professional composure. She grabbed what remained of his black wife better and tore it off, it was useless anyway. He winced in pain as she wiped the blood away from the wound. She pulled out the first aid kit and began applying burn ointment to his burns. She bandages him and noticed his pants had tears and blood stains as well.
"Trunks?" She asked uncertainly.
"Yeah?" He replied as he tried to roll back over only to have her prevent him.
"You're wearing boxers under this, right?"
"Yeah, why?" He asked, strangely lacking suspicion.
She gulped."I'm going to need to remove your pants."
"Okay."
"Okay? I just said I'm taking off your pants and you say 'okay'?"
"Yeah," he dairy ", I'm considering this a trip to the doctors. It's pretty much the same thing except less awkward because there isn't a dude touching me. Besides you asked if I have boxers on so you don't plan on seeing. You don't, do you?"
"No," I answered, blushing.*Thank god Bulma had left to give me some space to work. Gingerly I pulled his pants off of him after I removed his boots. He had a few Ki burns and scrapes,but nothing bad. She sighed with relief.
She quickly fixed him up. Right when she thought she was finished, she noticed a cut trailing from the exit of his boxers up to his left butt cheek. She grimaced at what had to be done. She slightly scooped it up the leg of his boxer and found the cut moving to the inside of his calves. She reached a point where she couldn't scooter the boxer up anymore without revealing his unmentionables.
"Oh bother," she groaned ", you would get cut there. Bulma!" She called. The older woman ran into the room."Your turn to play doctor. You can fix the cut under his boxers." She slapped the role of bandages down on the human's hand.
"Is that what you're talking about? Don't be such a baby!" Bulma proceeded to pull down the back of Trunks' boxers. Kentana turned away from them and closed her eyes, praying to Dende that this would end quickly.
"MOM!" He exclaimed with the deepest shade of crimson blush possible.
"Hush up. I'm fixing this cut of your's."
"But Mom!" He managed to Blush more when he turned and noticed Kentana was still in the room. She stood with her back to him, holding up her right elbow with her left and the bridge of her noes inbetween her index and thumb. She was looking at the ground in embarrassment that that was really happening.*Why couldn't she have left before? He thought in humiliation.
When Bulma had finished she pulled his boxers and pants back on him and left with a chuckle after making a comment on how his face looked like a cherry. Kentana finally turned back to him with a blush of her own covering her face. She almost slapped him for putting her through that.
"What happened to you? You're more cut up than after our sparring sessions," she asked in a deeply concerned voice. She took a seat on the couch that he was lying on next to his thigh. She began combing debris from his hair with her fingers.
"Another fight with the Androids."
"The Androids," she mumbled, having not yet gone head to head with them ", what are they like?"
"The Androids? Well one of them is a beautiful blond with blue eyes, she's a bitch. The other is an identical male with black hair and the same blue eyes. He's her bitch." He chuckled lightly, imagining the look on 17's face if he had heard that.
"The way you come home like this constantly and speak of them says they are really tough," she mumbled ", one day, when I'm back to my full strength, I'll help you take them out once and for all."*
*A beautiful blond with blue eyes and a similar male with black hair and the same blue eyes."The two beings fit that description."
Just then a kid was knocked over by panicked civilians and burst into tears. The male Android smirked and launched a small Ki ball, blowing up the kid and incinerator anyone near him.*A kid! He was just a defenceless innocent little kid and he killed him mercilessly just like that!
"Ten points for me," claimed the male.
"No fair," complained the girl ", we hadn't started the game yet."
*The game! This was all a game to them! She thought bitterly, *well no more!
"You monsters!" She screamed at them. She couldn't help but feel hypocritical. She had herself been a ruthless killer once before. But she didn't treat it like there lives were no more than game pieces on the game board.
"Look who we have here 18," said the male ", a new playmate. And a cute one too." Kentana bristled with rage, he didn't even care.
"If you say so.17, do you think she really is a natural blond? I really hate fakers," spoke 18. Kentana's tail swayed as it anticipated the upcoming fight.
"Why don't you come down here and find out?" She challenged the duo.
"We shall."
Back in the food court, Trunks heard a loud explosion. As he got up to check it out he was trampled and pushed in the opposite direction. He fought against the crowd but couldn't push too hard in fear of hurting someone. The fleeing groupware pressed to tightly to give him room to start heard more explosions and a scream. He quickened his pace.
"That was Kentana!" There was another even louder and more pain filled scream. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and flew into the air. As he heartbeat18 laugh he powered up into a super saiyan. He landed with his glowing aura surrounding him in a trashed corner of the mall.
He growled menacingly when he saw Kentana hanging unconscious while 17 held a steel grip on her most sensitive spot, her tail. When 17 saw him he looked up smirking in enjoyment from her pain.
"Trunks, is this your girlfriend?" 17 teased ", have you come to rescue her?" He laughed. When Trunks growled and pulled am enraged face he tightened his grip on her tail, making her scream in pain.
Unable look up she just mumbled what she could before the darkness took over her ", T-Trunks..." That one uttered name was enough to drive Trunks to extreme costs and her appearance did nothing to calm him. She was bruised and bleeding in many places and her hair was in utter disorder. Her leggings had large tears up the side and her shorts appeared to be ripped off, whether by too many tears or deliberately by the androids he knew not. A large slash went from her right shoulder to below her left breast revealing the left cup of her bra. Blood oozed out of various wounds giving her clothing a majority of a sickly wet red appearance. A trail of streaming blood ran from her head down her forehead, face, and then dripping off her chin. If Trunks hadn't known she were a pure blooded saiyan he would have sworn she'd be dead from all the blood literally dripping from her and the way she hung limb with barely a motion to show breath.
Trunks breathed in and out deeply from his nose to keep from attacking out of blind rage. He knew attacking in anger like that made you sloppy.17 chuckled at Trunks' response to his 'girlfriend's' appearance.18 sighed in boredom. That made Trunks growl, they had put yet to the brink of death and she's *bored.
"17," started 18 ", as much as I'd enjoy a good fight I really need to get some shopping done."
"Okay," her twin replied ", I'll just finish him quickly."
"No," growled 18 ", you might destroy some of the stores." 17 sighed, knowing how preposterous his sister's reasoning was, but knowing how she would just get angry at him.
"Fine. Such a shame to give her up though. She's such a pretty little specimen. But I'll let you have her back, but first..." Trunks didn't like the way he said that.17 squeezed her tail tightly bringing forth more screams from her unconscious body.17 chuckled while Trunks powered up to super saiyan.
*Sadistic bastard! Trunks thought angrily. Even his voice of thought was full of malice.17 through her limp body at him. Trunks caught her in his arms and cradled her. He powered up and was about to attack when she coughed up droplets of blood. He dropped his power. Her safety and well being was more important to him than taking out the androids.
He gripped her broken form tightly against himself and took off through the hole in the roof. The androids made no attempt to stop him or follow. Forever that grin painted on 17's face would forever be tattooed in his memory. It would haunt him with a plague or unforgiving wrath. This is what it took to drive him to the edge and willing to do whatever it took to stop the two monsters.
He fore back to Capsule Corp. His eyes never left the bloodied body he held pressed against him. Her blood drenched him but he didn't care, he's been that bloody and with his own blood. She coughed up blood that splattered on his face, but he didn't wipe it off. He wasn't going to remove his hands of from her. Images Gohan's death flashed through his mind and brought with it the extra blast of will to keep her from her own death. He sped up and made it to Capsule Corp in half the time.
He didn't bother to open the door. He kicked it down and charged inside calling for Bulma."Mom! Mom!" Bulma ran into the room with her apron on from where she was making Valentine's Day cookies."Come quick! Kentana's hurt!"
Trunks laid her down gently on the couch he himself had been bleeding out on before. Bulma rushed from the room and grabbed her medical supplies. Trunks couldn't help but feel deja vu. The difference here was that the girl who had worked to save his life was the one on her death bed and her wounds were more severe. He felt ashamed of himself.
*I should have been there to save her! He thought bitterly , *I should have been there. I shouldn't have let her go off alone! Why do I keep failing people? Because of me everyone I've ever known or loved is dead or dying and she is about to add to that pile. Why can't I be strong enough to save the people I love?
That thought made him pause. Did he love Kentana? He loved his mother and he loved Gohan like an older brother or father. She was an arguing person and if she doubted something she was quick to criticize. Yet he could see she was beautiful and kind to those she saw fit. She was like no other and that strangeness of remembrance I get from looking in her eyes as if they were those of someone I had seen a long time ago. Yes he did love Kentana.
The only way to explain how he could have felt the way he did when she spoke of other men and the sudden and, at the time, unexplainable surge of jealousy or that wave of relief when she wasn't interested in the other guys and asked him to be her Valentine. Asked him. He had been happy for once in his life. He hadn't felt happy since Gohan died and he especially wasn't this happy. He needed her. She was the fuel that drove him to want something in life and without her there was no way to achieve what he wanted. And right now he only wanted her.
Bulma worked consistently. She removed what remained of her shirt making Trunks blush and began treating her chest wound. Luckily Bulma had the decency to not remove her bra. She cleaned the cut and bandaged the wound. In one weak they would be only a silver line. She took a wet rag and wiped down all of the smaller cuts, gentler were there was bruising. Then she moved down to her legs and completely removed her torn leggings and tossed them into a pile with the bloodied shirt.
Trunks felt his face heat up and quietly left the room. He sat in the hall with his head leaning against the door. For hours he waited anxiously to find out his mothers news. He knew she was alive, but her Ki was just so low. He knew if he didn't think to hold back he might cry once he thought of the negative endings to this situation.
He had to think of the upside to this. He had to think of something. Think of what I am going to do to that damn android once I get my hands on him. No, thinking evil thoughts like that will only make me want to go after him and u can't leave and risk my life on something like this until I'm sure Kentana is okay. I can't leave her.
I can't leave her dying like this to go get my self killed. She means so much to me. Her death would push me over the edge and into insanity. The same way Gohan's death pushed me into a super saiyan, her's will kill me inside. Her death would make everything I've worked for useless. I may not have known her for long, and definitely not since I started my fight with the androids, but it seems like this whole time I had been fighting for her second chance. For her.
*She had to live. She had to be okay. She couldn't die on him. She couldn't. If anything happened to her... He couldn't live with himself. He'd soon follow suit in his parade of vengeance and leave the world on it's own against the androids.
He couldn't do either of those things. Live or die would all feel the same to him. The difference is living would make him lonely and deprived of happiness, a hollow shell that has been emptied of all but misery and rage. If he got himself killed he would leave behind all these people and everything he had sworn to protect to the androids' mercy, which they lacked immensely. He would never win if she wasn't there by her side. She was his meaning for life. It seemed like he had been subconsciously searching his while life for her, for his meaning to live and now that he had found it, he wasn't going to lose it.
A small push on the door pulled him from his land of sudden realization. He got up and left his post. His mother opened the door and stepped out. She closed the door quietly behind her. "She is fine. She just needs some rest."
"Can I go in and see her?" He asked hopefully.
"Sure, just be sure to keep quiet."
"Thank you." He walked passed his mother into the living room. Kentana lay on the couch with a blanket pulled up to her neck. She slept soundly with her face calmer and no signs of pain. Her breathing had calmed and even. The only signs of damage was the bandage wrapped around her head just below the hair line like a head band. As Trunks walked he suddenly felt the floor try to smother him and the sound of ceramic go skidding across the floor.
He looked down to find he had tripped over the bowl of water his mother had been using. *Stupid bowl! Way to stay quiet. "Trunks..." Trunks looked up at the mention of his name. Kentana turned her head to look at him, eyes gleaming with affection.
"Sorry," he apologized ", did I wake you?" He stood by her head in front of the blood stained couch.
"No, I was already awake," she looked away from him ", I-I'm sorry..."
"For what?"
"For not being able to protect those people. For being so w-weak." Her voice cracked at the end and a tear rolled down her cheek. He placed the back of his hand on her face and wiped away the tear. He smiled comforting at her as she turned to him. He bent down so that he was only inches from her face.
"You're not weak to me," he whispered softly into her ear. He kissed her gently on the cheek before leaving to let her think abour those words.
ME-"So, what do you all think? Pretty good right?"
KENTANA-*Stares wide eyed with jaw dropped, speechless.*
ME-"Hello?"
TRUNKS-"I think it was pretty good."*Looks to Me*"Does that get me brownish points?"
ME-"Towards what?" *He whispers it in her ear* "I write these chapters ahead of time, but I'll hint to you that you might."
KENTANA-"Y-you almost killed me!"
TRUNKS-"It's okay. The readers got an emotional moment about me out of it."
KENTANA-*Scowl Vegeeta style* "How should that matter to me?"
TRUNKS-"A majority if not all of our readers are chicks who love me."
KENTANA-"Not sure why they'd love you. You're a cartoon."
TRUNKS-"And a sexy one at that."
KENTANA-"Anyway, I'm sure there is at least one male reader out there. If you are a male reader, then reply to this and mention your gender to help settle our argument."
TRUNKS-"And if you're a chick, reply and mention that. Don't forget to mention if you're here because you think I'm hot."
KENTANA-"Or not."
ME-"There you have it. Our first poll. Please R&R! Don't forget to read my other story, DRAGONBALL AF-Xicor Saga. For some reason I hadn't really thought of doing before hand, it turned into a romance."