Fifth Chapter!!
Leading you down the hallway to an ancient-looking door, Trunks pulls it open and flips the light on. You step into what looks like an oversized carport, with glinting machinery parts strewn about the floor and resting on cluttered desks. A large, yellow craft resembling a helicopter stands in front of you. Trunks walks over to it and slides open the side door, gesturing for you to go inside. Excitedly, you step into the back and glance around. There is one seat in the front for the pilot behind some sort of steering device and masses of complicated buttons, and two chairs in the back. Trunks presses a button on the wall of the craft and the ceiling of the carport slides away, revealing the open sky. He shuts the door and sits down in the front seat, clicking a few buttons. Slowly, you hear the blades above you begin to spin, and you hover up into the air. Once you are so far up that you can see the tops of the trees below, Trunks rotates a lever and the machine begins to move forward. Looking out of the window, you jump back in surprise when it begins to go down. You glance over at Trunks and notice he is pressing a small green button. "Thought you'd want some fresh air," he says, and you nod back. Taking a deep breath, you turn back towards the window. A moment later, you see Trunks walking over to you. He sits next to you and looks out of the window as well. "Uh, shouldn't you be driving this thing?" you ask tentatively. Trunks smiles and points toward the steering device, "It's on autopilot. We're going slow enough," he says. Nodding, you turn back towards the window.
A moment later, you feel something soft brush your arm. Turning around, you see Trunks' head by your shoulder as he cranes to see over you. His hair falls around his face and gently touches the side of your neck, tickling slightly. Trunks doesn't seem to notice, continuing to stare down at the earth below. For one strange moment, you feel your lips curve into a smile and a warm sensation enters your cheeks. A few seconds later, however, Trunks pulls back. "Sorry." he says, laughing slightly and looking down. Coming back to your senses, you shrug. "That's ok. I-" Your statement is cut off when you feel the craft swing violently to the side, making you lose your balance and fall back on the floor. The machine slowly begins to steady itself and Trunks, looking surprised, runs over to the front seat. After readjusting a couple levers, he looks out the window and his eyes widen in fear. You sit back up on the seat and glance out the window next to you. "Trunks, what was-" "Stay back!" he yells seriously, rushing to the back and leaning over the backseat, rummaging around in the objects behind it. "What's wrong? What happened?" you ask, becoming more nervous with every moment. Suddenly, Trunks extracts a long sheath from behind the chairs, fastening the strap over his chest and running over to the door. "Don't move!" he instructs, looking back. Frightened you curl back in your seat. Trunks presses the button beside the door and it sides open, rushing currents of air entering the craft and making your loose clothing flap about. Looking out the open door, you choke back a scream when you see a being hovering directly outside. It is a tall, green, creature with dark spots covering its arms and legs. A long tail swoops from behind it's back down beside it, a large, sharp pointed object on the end. Its grotesque, creased face is twisted into a smirk; it's orange eyes unwavering in the whooshing torrent of wind. Trunks steps back with his left foot and puts his right arm over his shoulder, grabbing hold of the handle emerging from the sheath.
"Cell!" he yells, glaring at the creature. It crosses its arms and emits a low, scratchy chuckle, narrowing its eyes. "Trunks, we meet again," it says menacingly. "I can see your power level has raised significantly since our last encounter. It was a good idea for me to drop by, I will very much enjoy draining you of your energy." Confused and terrorized, you crawl back behind the seat and crouch down, squinting your eyes shut. What was this thing? What did it want? Growling, you hear Trunks take a step forward. "Take my energy? I don't think so. You better get out of here right now!" Again, you hear the creature's voice. "Oh, am I interrupting something? How rude of me. But I'm afraid I have some things I need to take care of." A moment later, you hear the sound of metal scraping against metal and the sound of Trunks yelling. Squinting your eyes more tightly shut, you hear a crashing noise followed by numerous bangs. Trunks yelps again and you hear one more smashing sound before the door slides shut, the air torrent settling. Afraid and worried, you slowly stand up and peer over the chair, looking towards the door. Trunks is standing beside it with a long sword in his right hand, breathing heavily and holding his right arm. Upon seeing you, he stumbles over and leans against the chair. "Are you okay?" he asks, pushing the sword back into its sheath and wiping his brow. Looking down at his arm, you see a large hole in his jacket surrounding an open wound, blood soaking through the fabric and staining his hand. Sliding out from behind the chair, you look at him in a mixture of fear and worry. "I'm fine, but I should be asking you." you say, watching the blood seep through the jacket. Trunks grunts and attempts a smile. "Don't worry. I'm ok. Can you open the glove compartment? There's a first aid kit in there." Surprised at his calmness, you rush over to the glove compartment and pop it open. Spotting a small white box, you grab it and run back over to Trunks. He sits down on the floor and you do the same, watching him peel off his blood-soaked jacket and throw it to the side. He opens the box and tries to grab a roll of gauze from it, but you put your hand on his, stopping him. "Let me do it," you say concernedly, all questions fading from your mind as you stared into the open wound. "You don't want to hurt yourself even more." Trunks nods and slowly raises his arm, allowing you to wrap the gauze around it.
Once you manage to staunch the bleeding and get the wound fully covered, you place the gauze back in the box. "Thanks." Trunks says, raising himself and sitting back down on the chair. You sit next to him and look directly up into his eyes, worried and confused. "Trunks, what was that?" you ask in a quiet voice. He looks out the window and stares, unblinking, out at the open sky. "Cell." he says, narrowing his eyes. "He's another android, like 17 and 18. But he takes energy from other people and uses it to strengthen himself." Your eyes widen and you stare at him, horrified. "Takes energy?" you ask in disbelief. Trunks nods. "Yeah. That's what that tail is for, sucking the life out of people. He almost got me just now, but I got away." He gestures to his injured arm and turns his gaze towards you. "Cell is trying to absorb androids 17 and 18 so he can reach his complete form. By taking their energy, he could become the strongest being in the universe." Perplexed, you frown. "But you killed 18, right?" you ask. Trunks smirks back at you. "Yeah. But Cell doesn't seem to know that." Smiling in relief, you nod back. "Cell won't be able to become complete without her," he continues. "But he can still get 17, and I don't think I'll be able to beat him if he does. We're not completely out of this yet." Sighing, Trunks stands up and walks over to the front seat, adjusting the steering device and pressing an orange button. "What are you doing?" you ask, looking over at him. "We're landing." he replies facing away from you. "I need to take a breather." Nodding, you begin to turn your head away when a strange feeling overcomes you. Your eyes continue to stare at him, unblinking and still. A few seconds later, you tear your gaze away and look down at your hands. 'What has gotten into me?' you think, brushing some hair away from your face. 'Why can't I look away?' Suddenly, you feel the craft jerk forward and Trunks turns around. "We've landed," he says, pushing the button as the door slides open. Sighing in exhaustion, you stand up and walk outside. Trunks follows, closing the door behind him. The area around you is heavily wooded, with many trees and tall, green grass. Spotting a large tree, you walk over to it and sit down in the shade, feeling the cool breeze blow softly over you. Putting your hand on the ground behind you, you quickly draw it back when you feel something smooth and cool brush against it. Turning around, you see the object that touched you and gasp in surprise. "Hey Trunks!" you exclaim happily, smiling. He turns around and walks towards you, eyes wide. "What is it?" Grinning, you pick up the object and pull it out from behind you...........