DISCLAIMER-I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT KENTANA.
ME-"Welcome back everyone! Today I am reviewing last chapter's poll. We only have one entree by Trunkslover10101(that blows what comes next doesn't it?) Who days she is a girl who says she, and I quote, he is 'smexy.'"
TRUNKS-*Chuckles in his own triumph.* "I told you.x"
KENTANA-"Whatever."
TRUNKS-"Do I detect a bit of jealousy?"
KENTANA-"What? Me jealous? Pfff."
TRUNKS-"I think you are."*Falls over as she pushes him over.*
KENTANA-"Fine. Think all you want while you sleep in your own room tonight " *She sticks her young out in victory as his face contorted into horror.*(Yes, I know they are out of character during these moments, but if they weren't they wouldn't be so funny and Trunks wouldn't be so 'smexy.'(Take note I put this here in honor of my greatest reviewer who is just about my only reviewer amongst hundreds of views.)
ME-"Settle down. I would just like to thank Trunkslover10101 and Xx-Broken-Promises-xX for being such great fans and I am amazed this story did so well. It has so many hits and there were only four chapters. My other story, be sure to read it, has like eleven and its chapters can all just about equal these in length each and is less popular. BTW, please read my other story and some I plan on posting in the near future."
Trunks sat down at the breakfast table groggy eyed from staying up so late worrying about Kentana. Even as he ate he couldn't help but let his mind wander towards Kentana who normally would have been up by now. She had just sustained her injuries yesterday and couldn't be expected to be up and walking about like normal for a few days, even if she was a pure blooded saiyan. Her injuries looked so bad, yet she constantly insisted on sitting up and pacing around her room. She was a restless spirit. So much energy even when she's just recovering from a near death experience.
Trunks looked up from his cereal when he noticed her Ki come their way. It was low for her, but not as low as it was hours before. She stood at the doorway clad only in bandages. She had bandages completely covering her upper body tightly like a staples shirt and more that wrapped around her armament from wrist to bottom of the shoulder. Another was wrapped around her neck because of a shallow cut that was but an inch from her jugular. From her waist down she had bandages covering every inch of her tightly. The only other thing she had on was underwear under her bandages since she had wounds on her torso that she wasn't allowed to put clothing over. Trunks couldn't stop himself from thinking ', wow, her boobs are looking even bigger.'
"Hello hunny," greeted Bulma ", you're up sooner than I expected. You coming to get something to eat?"
"Yeah," she took her usual seat across from Bulma, next to Trunks. She dug into the large bowl Bulma handed her ravenously.
"A brush at death doesn't seem to have changed your eating habits," commented Trunks as he had been watching her action.
"Boy," she paused to swallow her cereal ", I'ce had more brushes with death than you have hair." He looked at her, unsure how to comment on that. He went back to eating in an uncomfortable silence as he tried to figure out how she could have gotten into so many fights. "Man, I wish I would have thought to give you information on how to build a rejuvination tank. That way I could get off my add and train so I can become stronger." She lend back in her chair satisfied with her meal, for the time being.
"You got yourself pretty beat up yesterday. I wouldn't blame you for wanting revenge against the androids."
"Actually," she said as she leaned her forearms on the table and put her wait there ", I owe them a thank you."
"For what?" 'What could she be thankful to them for?' He thought angrily.
"Because of them, I'm a lot stronger."
"You mean through better understanding of the androids, right?" Asked Bulma.
"No. When saiyans fight they get stronger. The more they get beat up the stronger they become. Trunks, haven't you noticed that after a fight with the androids you come back even stronger?"
"Now that you mention it," noted Trunks ", I have. Not that big if a difference, but overall my power level has gotten higher greatly. I always thought it was from the work out of it or just them getting weaker with age."
"Hey!" Argued Bulma.
"Sorry mom."
"Because of them," stated Kentana ", my power level has gone up by over a thousand! I've also come to notice that while I was asleep in the pod I was in a meditative state that increased my strength enough to surpass the ashore that destroyed my planet!"
"You know Frieza?"
"What saiyan wouldn't know that good for nothing tyrant? Where is the bastard? Do you know, because I would like to give him a peace of my mind?"
"He's dead," claimed Bulma ", Goku killed him twenty years ago."
"Who's this Goku?" She leaned forward in her chair.
"He's another saiyan survivor." Here was a clatter of chairs as she fell back in shock. 'Another survivor! With the name Goku. What an odd name, though Kentana isn't a known saiyan name.' "He died of a heart virus many years ago. I should tell you about him sometime."
"That'd be nice," she got up and placed her dishes in the sink. Trunks admired how the light danced upon her skin amd glistened in her hair. Her skin was pearly with just barely a tan which was just the right shade in contrast with her goldenhair. Dust particles danced around her in the beams of light streaming from the window above the sink. She said her farewell and went back to her room to change, as Trunks noticed he had been tracking her walk all he way to her room through her Ki. Trunks noticed his mother looking at him with a broad smirk on her face.
"What?" He asked. She went back to eating, but kept her knowing gaze fixed on him.
"Oh, nothing," she claimed. She giggled to herself like a young school girl who just found out scandalous news about someone like someone. The usual young girl kind of giggle. Her son has finally fallen in love!
Kentana turned to the radio Bulma had put in her room to keep her occupied while she recovered. She hasn't known how short a time it would take her to heal. She turned it on to a popular station playing a song she had taken a liking to when Trunks bought her her ipod.
*Memories consume Like opening the wound I'm picking me apart again
You all assume I'm safe here in my room Unless I try to start again
I don't want to be the one The battles always choose 'Cause inside I realize That I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for Or why I have to scream I don't know why I instigate And say what I don't mean*
You gotta love Linking Park. She went to her deep drawer dresser and pulled out clothes she had bought with Trunks the day before. The first was a black belly shirt she could also wear during training. It wouldn't matter wearing it too much since she had to keep the bandages on. Black shorts that ended two inches below her butt. She wore knee length converse that she had Bulma fix up to be stronger and heavier than normal human fighting shoes. Over her shirt ago wore a silver half jacket with long black sleeves and collar.
*I don't know how I got this way I know it's not alright So I'm breaking the habit I'm breaking the habit tonight
Clutching my cure I tightly lock the door I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more Than anytime before I had no options left again*
She admired herself in the full body mirror. She liked this look. She walked over and lied on her bed and closed her eyes and settled her mind into a meditative state. Through meditation in the pod she had somehow subconsciously been able to learn how to sense things. Once every several of years she had woken up for hours at a time and discovered her new ability before putting it to the test on planets they passed while the pod began to refill with more sleeping gas. She found meditation to be boring to people when they don't know how and don't get as far into a meditation as her. She scanned everything within miles and familiarize herself with the various Ki's and power levels around her. She was startled by a knock on the door.
"Come in," sage called to none other than Trunks.
"Hey, my mom sent me to help you put this burn medicine on a Ki burn." He held up a little round container filled with burn medicine. "Though I don't remember seeing any burns."
"I have a burn on my back. It's the only one, but it's big."
"I'll get it for you," he offered.
"Thanks," she turned around and removed the jacket and shirt. She signaled for Trunks to turn away. He blushed as she removed the bandages around her torso and put the jacket on backwards to keep him from seeing. When she was finished, he sat down next to her still blushing. He screwed the lid on the ointment and began applying the cool gel to her burn.
'She was right when she said it was big,' he thought with a grimace. It went from the edge of her right shoulder blade and down to her spine just inches above her tail bone. It was a burnt black scorched mark that would take years to heal and when it did would still be a large ugly red scar. It was lined with an angry red and bits of burnt skin. The wound itself wad hot too the touch. It was amazing she didn't seem any less attractive to him when he was touching it.
She felt a bee's Ki rise as it took flight before joining a buzzing cluster of others with similar Ki's and terribly low power levels. She followed a hawk soaring across the sky before it dove down to claim a meal with a small Ki she had sensed. In an instant the small Ki vanished completely as It's life ended. She moved towards West City. It blossomed with life and their was a distinctively large Ki that instantly vanished. She knit her eyebrows and crushed her eyes shut as she focused harder. Her breath caught in her lungs when she sensed a large number of the Kis in West City vanish after the appearance of the large one and more large ones appeared.
Something wasn't right. She bolted from the bed and ran down the stairs. She ran to the door bit was stopped halfway through it when Trunks gripped her arm tightly. She turned to him and began tugging on it to no avail. She glared accusation at him.
"Let go Trunks!" She screamed, twisting get arm this way and that ", it's the androids!"
"I know," he said far calmer than her. She kept tugging.
"Then let go, unless you want to let all those innocent men, woman and *children* to die!" She snapped angrily. His expression stiffened as he remembered the innocent children they had killed before as he was helpless to stop them. She took that chance and ripped her arm from him and began running. He regained him self and ran after her. He grabbed her arm and twirled her around and held a steel grip on her upper arms.
"Let go Trunks! I have to stop the androids!" She pulled and twisted this way and that but couldn't break the hold. "Trunks, let me go fight the androids!"
"No!" He growled angrily, shaking her ", can't you get it through your thick head? You're not strong enough to face the androids! Even if you were you can't fly. They'd-they'd," he stopped and pulled her into a crushing embrace. She didn't tell him that it hurt ", they'd kill you... and I can't let that happen," he spoke softly into her hair.
She couldn't help but cry. He never yelled at her before. Even when she spilled hot soup all over him he just said it was okay then went to never intentionally hurt her like that, holding her so tightly and shaking her until her arms throbbed. Never told her those faults she had been trying to her hardest to overcome. And he definitely never held her like this. He was probably squeezing the life out of her with that concern littered hug that showed to her that he cared too much about her to let her get hurt or killed like all the others in his life.
She cried uncontrollably into his purple jacket until he put her down and flew of in the direction of the city. She on the ground with her thighs pressed together and lower legs spread away from her. She cried into her hands for what seemed like hours. She tracked every bit of the fight by following Ki patterns. The androids were undetectable so she had to search by the Ki attacks they used. Trunks' power level sky rockets past anything she had ever hoped to be able to reach.
Trunks fought hard, but after a grudgingly long wait his power level dropped dangerously low and his Ki all but vanished. She knew he had lost. She got up and ran towards were he was. His Ki was low, but she could tell it anywhere. It took her a half hour of running, a half hour she hoped wasn't too long.
When she reached him, she looked in horror. She couldn't bare to even describe to herself how broken and damaged he looked. She gingerly picked him up bridal style and ran home under the immense weight of the half saiyan. She ran and kept running. She couldn't let him die! Images flashed of what the monsters from where she was born did to her mother and she couldn't let that happen again. She was helpless to do anything then, but now she was stronger and faster and could save his life.
She ran into the house and smashed the door down with her shoulder. She ran upstairs and found Bulma cleaning one of the smaller guest rooms. Bulma gasped but quickly regained her composure. She ordered her to put Trunks on the bed then forced her out of the room to work. Kentana didn't protest. If it meant Trunks had a better chance of making it then she wad all for it.
Hours passed when Bulma came out. She found Kentana sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. Her head was lying on her shoulder and her tear streaked face showed she had been crying herself into a restless sleep in wait. She leaned down towards her, hopefully, eventual daughter in-law. She gently shook her awake. Her eyes opened slowly and she looked at Bulma with eyes full of seriousness. "You can go and see him if you want. I need someone to talk to him and make him feel better while the antibiotics kick in and put him to sleep. He's going to be in a lot of pain until then."
"Okay,"she hastily wiped away the salty liquid that painted her cheeks. She let Bulma lead her to the door before walking in by her self. Trunks looked up at her from where hid head peeked out of the blanket. He looked tired and his eyes were filled with stress and clouded with pain. She automatically regretted walking in with those pink puffy eyes, making him worry so much about how upset she had been because of him. She walked up to him and pulled a chair up to his temporary bed and took a seat.
"Hey Trunks," she greeted.
"Hey Kentana," he groaned.
"How are you doing?"
"Okay, I guess," he croaked ", I guess I don't have what it takes to change things, to save people."
"Of course you do! You saved me remember?" She snapped, but not without kindness while she gently stroked his hair. He didn't answer to that. He yawned a little.
He looked at her and noticed the oil stain on her bandage. "Looks like you have been working on something lately." She looked down at the stain his eyes were planted on.
"This? I got that last night when I snook off to work in Bulma's lab."
She began rubbing the stain out quickly and winced when she rubbed too hard against an especially bad bruise. "Look at the two of us. Both broken and torn."
"What have you been working on lately in the lab?" He yawned. She combed a dried leaf out of his lavender hair.
"The same thing as before."
"That pod like thing," he asked.
"Yeah. It's a time machine. It can take us back to the past so that we can save Goku and everyone else."
"I'd like that," he said just above a whisper as his eyes closed. She began leaning towards him and whispered in his ear.
"We can go back together. And together we can save everybody," when she spoke her last words, he was finally asleep. She folded her arms in the bed and rested her head where she got her own rest that night.