Third Chapter!!
Slowly, you begin to feel your senses coming back into focus. After a few moments, you slowly open your eyes. You are in a rather small room with blue carpet, lying on the bed against the wall farthest from the door. Yawning, you sit up and rest your head back on the headboard when you are suddenly aware of a strange feeling in your wrist. Looking down, you see that a white, gauzy material has been wrapped around it. Gradually, everything begins to come back to you. You remember the fight, the lavender haired man. Now you were in his house. You had to be, right? You begin to lay back down again when you hear footsteps clicking down the hallway outside your room. A tall, blue-haired woman soon comes into view, staring in at you with her eyes wide. Before you can react, she turns to the right and yells. "Trunks! She's awake!" Startled and confused, you freeze in your position, unable to move. A moment later, the purple haired boy you remember from the night before comes into view next to her. He looks in at you and smiles, walking slowly towards the bed. Feeling much more relaxed, you look up at him, "Hey," he says, smiling. "You remember me, right?" Nodding, you smile back, almost forgetting about the other woman in the doorway. "Of course." you say quietly. The boy turns around and beckons her over. You eye her suspiciously as she begins to advance towards you, wearing a curious expression. She sits down on the bed and the boy does the same, both looking down at you. "Mom," he says. "I'd like you to meet, uh..." He looks down at you and widens his eyes. "I don't think you ever told me your name." Feeling your lips curve into a grin, you sit up. "I'm ****." you say, your gaze directed at both of them. The woman suddenly appears more at ease and smiles at you. "I'm Bulma," she says, nudging the boy. "And this is my son, T-" "Trunks." the boy interrupts, looking slightly embarrassed.
After looking at them both for a moment longer, you twist to the side and attempt to raise yourself out of bed. However, as soon as you begin to put pressure on your left leg, a sharp pain shoots through it and you quickly layback down, sighing. "Be careful. I don't think you should try to get up for awhile." Trunks warns glancing down at your leg. "You got hurt pretty badly. I'd stay in bed for the rest of the day if I were you." Nodding reluctantly, you see Bulma's eyes widen. "Hey, aren't you hungry?" she asks. Suddenly aware of the empty feeling in your stomach, you nod eagerly. "I'll make you something, okay?" she says, standing up. "Make sure she stays in bed, okay Trunks?" Trunks nods with an air of annoyance, and his mother walks quickly out of the room and down the hallway. Trunks rolls his eyes and gives a small smile. "Sorry about that. My mother's, well, like that." You smile back and shake your head. "It's okay. Mine is too. Well, was..." A wave of grief passes over you and the smile vanishes from your face, remembering the fact that you had no family left. Trunks looks concerned and kneels down on the floor so his eyes can look straight into yours. "Was?" he asks, biting his lip. "Don't tell me..." He is silenced by your unintentional sad expression. Taking a deep breath, you lock your eyes with his. "Those things, robots, or whatever they were," you say quietly, finding it hard to keep eye contact. "They, they took my family. I'm the only one left." You feel tears come to your eyes and you turn away, blinking them back. A moment later, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around and see Trunks sitting next to you on the bed, staring directly at you. "I'm sorry, ****." he whispers, looking down. "That's horrible. Believe me, I know..." You raise an eyebrow. "How? What happened?" you ask, turning towards him. He takes his hand off of your shoulder and sighs. "They killed my father," he says slowly. "A lot of my friends too. My best friend, Gohan..." He looks back up at you. "You don't have to worry now, though. You're safe here. I won't let them get you too," he says strongly. You stare back into the light blue eyes, knowing deep inside that you could trust him.
After a few moments of silence you sit back on the headboard, flicking a strand of hair out of your face. Trunks sits back next to you. "Let's just forget about the depressing stuff, okay?" he asks, a concerned tone in his voice. "It doesn't do us any good. And besides, one of those androids is already done for." Your eyes widen as you remember the blonde-haired woman being pounded into the wall, sparking and clanking against the floor. Smiling gratefully, you nod. "Yeah. That was pretty impressive, how you took care of her like that." you say without thinking. A hint of pink enters his cheeks and he glances down, smiling slightly. "Well..." Before he can continue, you see Bulma enter the room, carrying a large tray. "Here you go ****!" she says cheerfully, plopping the tray down on your lap. You look down eagerly at the food, again feeling the ache of hunger in your stomach. "If you want anything else, just let me know." she says, grinning. With that, she walks out the door and down the hallway, out of sight. Immediately, you grab the sandwich on your plate and stuff it into your mouth, chewing ravenously. Trunks laughs and widens his eyes. "You ARE hungry." he says surprised. "I'll leave you to eat, then." He starts to sit up, but you swallow hurriedly and protest. "Please stay?" you ask, curious to learn more about him. Shrugging, Trunks sits back down. "Sure. Why?" he asks. The questions whir quickly around in your head, making you wonder where to start. "Um," you begin unsurely. "So, how old are you?" Trunks looks confused, but sits back against the headboard. "17." he says. "I'll be 18 in a couple weeks." You blink in surprise. "Really? I'm 16." you tell him. "My birthday's next month." Trunks smiles. "Wow. Weird." An awkward moment of silence ensues before you decide to ask another question. "Tell me about your friends." you request. "What were they like?" as soon as the question exits your mouth, you know you've made a mistake. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean..." You fall silent when Trunks smiles at you. "No, it's okay. I like to remember them." he says, making your fast heartbeat slow itself. "I should probably start with Goku."
Happily, Trunks begins to tell you about everyone he lost to the androids. He describes Goku, Krillin, Yamcha, his friend Gohan, and his father, Vegeta. You listen amazedly as he tells you about the saiyan race, only half-believing what you're hearing. Trunks seems to notice your skeptical look. "I know, it's kind of hard to imagine," he says. "But it's all true. Seriously." Staring into his trustworthy eyes, you can't help but believe him. He smiles back at you. "I'd prove it to you, but I don't think I'll have to. There's a good chance you'll get to meet all my saiyan friends pretty soon." Confused, you narrow your eyes. "Um, didn't you say they were dead?" you ask slowly, wondering what in the world he could be talking about. He grins. "They are. But with luck, we'll be able to bring them back." Your eyes widen and you stare at him. "Bring them back?" you ask. "How?" Trunks reaches under his jacket and slides his hand into an inside pocket, extracting a round object. Looking closer, you see that it is a yellow ball the size of an orange, with three red stars in the center. He holds it up to you and motions for you to take it. Carefully, you take it from him and turn it around in your hand. "Uh, what's this?" you ask, staring at it. Trunks smiles. "It's called a dragon ball." Watching the strange object gleam in the lamplight, you frown. "Dragon ball?" you ask. "What's that?".........