A/N: Italics represent thoughts and/or memories!
Wishes from the Heart - Chapter 8
After they talked for awhile longer, Bulma finally convinced Trista to go back to Capsule Corporation. After all, she needed a place to sleep, didn't she! She followed Bulma through the front door, not looking at anyone, and quickly made it to her room.
Someone knocked on her door a few days later, right before breakfast. She felt some sort of tug in her abdomen. Not really knowing what it was, she ignored it. Trista slid off the bed, studying the door for a moment, trying to determine who was behind it.
"Yes?" she asked tentatively.
She heard someone clear their throat.
"Could I talk to you for a moment?"
Oh God! It's Goku! What does he want?
She gulped, hesitating, before she walked up to the door. She didn't open it. She was quiet, listening, studying the wood.
"Listen," he said quietly, as if he knew she was just on the opposite side. She silently gasped.
"I'm sorry for what happened the other day. I didn't mean to scare you."
She didn't say anything. There was a few beats of silence on the other side.
"Can I come in so we can talk?"
She jumped a little, surprised when his voice cut through the quiet. Trista's hand fidgeted for a moment before grasping the knob. Sucking in a deep breath, she opened the door.
Goku stood there, staring down at her as if he knew where she was standing the whole time. She felt unease in the pit of her stomach. There's definitely something weird about him and Vegeta, besides the obvious!
Trista stood back, opening the door a little wider to let the man in. He shouldn't be in here! Her mind warned. What could happen!? Bulma is here, and so is the other man! She quickly shut the door behind him.
Trista hesitated before lowering to the bed, curling one leg under her as she watched Goku stride slowly to the window, arms crossed. The silence deepened as no one spoke. Didn't he say he wanted to talk?
"It's gets tiring, you know."
She shot her head up at the sound of his voice, studying him curiously. What is he talking about!? He was still standing at the window, gazing out and apparently not seeing anything. She watched his eyes narrow in his reflection, before he turned to her. They studied one another for a moment.
"Do you know what I'm talking about?"
She shook her head slowly, watching him with her eyes. Why is he acting so weird? He walked slowly towards her, his gaze focused on her face. She felt unease slid through her again, settling in the pit of her stomach, before trickling up and burning her throat. She scooted back on the bed. Maybe this isn't the best place to be. Maybe I should...move. Before she could, he was leaning over her, forcing her back to the bed to avoid touching him. She stared up at him, wide eyed. What the hell is he doing!? Goku studied her, his eyes a grayish-black that seemed to be trying to peel the layers around her, to see who she really was. She could practically feel him breathing, his massive chest inches from her own.
"I'm sick of pretending," Goku said softly, "that I'm simple minded and don't really take anything too seriously."
"Why do you?" Trista's voice came out a whisper.
He suddenly stood up. She gulped, seeming able to breath again. He sat on the bed, not facing her. He rested his hands on his knees. Trista sat up, scooting a little away from him for some breathing room. Actually, I'd better get up, in case he tries that again! She stood up, intending to sit in the chair across the room. Goku grabbed her wrist.
"It's easier that way."
She studied his face, noticing the hard set of his jaw. He looked and acted nothing like the man she had interacted with the past few weeks. She tried to extract her wrist. He let her go.
"Look. I don't know why you chose me to talk about it with. Why don't you go to one of your friends? Bulma, or Vegeta? They know you better than I do."
Trista watched him study her as she sat down, before setting his jaw.
"You just don't get it, do you?" he said softly.
He's talking in riddles! What should I be getting? I'm here by accident, I don't know him very well, and I'm still getting used to all the weird happening's around here? What the hell?
Goku got up and crouched in front of the chair before she could blink. He rested his hands on the armrest, firmly pinning her in.
"I felt it the moment you came here, you know. The moment you entered my world, I knew."
Trista stared at him, speechless. So it wasn't a coincidence that Bulma was there!
"How?" she whispered. His jaw hardened.
"We're connected. I don't know how, but I can feel it, deep in my gut."
What is he saying? That I'm meant to be here? Did something happen while I was on my little walking trip?
"What the hell are you talking about Goku? We're not connected. We don't even know each other that well! Are you crazy!"
Goku's eyes bore into hers. Yes, that's as uncomfortable as it sounds! Seeming to make up his mind about something, he stood.
"Come on," Goku demanded, holding out his hand.
"Hell no! I'm not going anywhere with you! You're acting weird, and with everything that's been going on, I would have to be nuts-"
Goku grabbed her wrist, dragging her towards the window. She twisted her hand.
"Goku!" Yank. "Let me go! Why are we going to the window? You know what! Who cares! Let me go!"
Trista watched in horror as he flung the glass panes open, looking back at her one more time before grabbing her around the waist.
"Better hold on," he whispered in her ear, before they dropped out the window.
She screamed.