Wishes from the Heart – Chapter 29
She softly landed outside the compound, slowly letting a breath out as she walked across the grounds. She saw Bulma and the rest of her friends talking in the kitchen. Everyone was gesturing and waving wildly, Goku seeming to take the brunt of their verbal assault. Why are they gaining up on him? What did he do? She walked a little closer, seeing Goku's eyes widen as he caught sight of her. She smiled, waving as he hurried out through the sliding door. He ignored the people inside hollering after him. They caught sight of Trista, standing a few feet away. They watched Goku hurry over to her, standing there and studying her for a moment before he grabbed her around the waist, swinging her around with a big smile on his face. They heard her laugh. No one said anything, watching the two warriors embrace. Vegeta finally stepped forward.
"First off, we need some answers Trista! Second off, you need to tell us what you did with Breanna!"
They all watched her smile over at Vegeta. "You're such a nut! I didn't do anything to my sister. She went back home."
She tilted her head for a moment, studying Vegeta as she laied a hand on Goku's arm. "What do you mean, you need some answers?"
They all looked at her in confusion, even Goku. He gently turned her towards him. "Trista," Goku began, studying her. "How did you come back? I mean, we all saw you die...again."
Her gaze went from his to the other fighters. Her brows furrowed. "What are you talking about? Come back? Come back from where? And I didn't die!" She said, a short laugh escaping past her lips.
They all looked at her, stunned. "Trista," Bulma said, "You've died...twice in the past two months. They watched as her eyes widened at Bulma's words.
"But..." she shot confused eyes towards Goku, "wouldn't I remember something like that! I mean.." she laughed a little. "That's kinda creepy."
"You're telling us you don't remember!?" Vegeta asked.
Trista shook her head, her eyes studying the ground.
"Interesting," Bulma whispered. Trista's gaze shot up, hearing her.
"Why is that interesting? If what you say is true, that's scary!" Unease settled on Trista's face. "If that's true, why don't I remember any of it?"
No one said anything.
Bulma took a breath. "Your sister said the same thing happened when you were five. You got hit by a car and died, but came back later." Her gaze studied the female saiyan. "You don't remember that either?"
"I-" Trista gulped. "I remember them asking me about it, but honestly, I didn't know what they were talking about. I don't remember anything they said happened. And now it's happened again! There's seriously something wrong you guys!"
Trista seemed to start hyperventilating, gulping and pressing a hand to her chest. Ironically, over the exact spot Vegeta shot. They all noticed this.
"Are you okay, Trista?" Bulma asked gently, watching the woman frantically shake her head.
She looked at Goku, her eyes frightened. "What the hell's going on?" He pulled her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her as she started shaking.
"We'll figure it out," Goku said, looking over at Bulma. She nodded her head.
"Do you think this might have something to do with when Babidi kidnapped her?" Yamcha asked. "Cuz that's when a lot of this freaky stuff started happening!"
Bulma furrowed her brows. "But that doesn't explain it happening when she was five!" she looked at Trista. "Do you remember anything else out of the ordinary happening when you were younger?"
They all focused on the female saiyan. Her brows scrunched in thought, and a frown appeared. She slowly shook her head, gazing at the ground.
"No. Nothing that I can remember." She met Bulma's gaze. "But then again, I can't remember the things you said I did these past few months, so what's to say nothing happened, when it might have?"
Bulma bit her thumb nail, thinking. She crossed her arms. "We need to get your sister back here. She needs to tell us anything she remembers about your childhood."
Trista shook her head. "But there's no way for me to get in contact with her. And I'm not going back, I've already decided I'm staying here."
Goku grinned behind her. She didn't notice, watching Bulma pull out a cell phone.
"I can just call her," she stated, dialing.
"How-"
Bulma held up a hand as someone on the other end answered.
"Hi! I know you just got home, but we need you back here pronto!"
They watched as Bulma listened for a minute, her brows furrowed.
"No...it's nothing like that...okay. I'll have Trista meet you. Bye!"
She looked at Trista. "She'll be here in three hours."
"How did you talk to her?"
Bulma held up the cell phone in her hand. "I gave her one I reprogrammed to catch my signal, so that she could get my phone call, just in case."
"Oh...in case what?" Trista asked, staring at everyone.
Nobody said anything.
"You guys! In case what?"
Bulma cleared her throat. "Um...in case an emergency arises. We've had a couple recently," she explained, looking away from Trista.
Goku laid his hands on Trista's shoulder's, standing behind her and giving Bulma a warning look. He squeezed her arms gently.
"Come on. You've got to be tired. Let's go rest while we wait on your sister," Goku suggested gently, frowning as he grabbed her hand and led her through the house.
The rest of them looked at each other for a minute, not real sure how to take what was going on. Vegeta scowled at the sliding door, the one Trista just disappeared thru.
"She should be watched. We need to keep an eye on her, just in case," he stated softly.
The others nodded.
Trista felt Goku wrap an arm around her waist, the bed moving as he snuggled closer. She felt his breath on the back of her neck, closing her eyes for a moment at the feel of him against her. She opened her eyes again, focusing on the window across the room. How Ironic! It seems like a lifetime ago that Goku and I jumped out of that exact window. How simple was my life before he made that fateful call, to decide to expose me to the truth, instead of me sitting in the dark the whole time. How could I have changed so much since that day, and still feel like I'm me? And why was everyone freaking out when I showed up? It's like deja vu all over again. Why was everyone studying me and Bulma skating around my questions? If what they say is true, and I've died and came back, twice!, what was I doing when I was awake? Was I me and no one really noticed, or was I completely different? What the hell is going on with me, what kind of cosmic balance was upset for me to be going through all this strife? Is it because I came back, did it mess with some kind of order that wasn't supposed to be messed with? Her brows narrowed, deep in thought. She felt Goku move again behind her, but didn't move herself. She continued to stare at the window, trying to find some answers within herself that might be able to help solve what's been happening since she came here. She mentally started counting. Okay, so One: I accidentally found the loophole that led me to this realm. Two: I'm finding things out that I shouldn't have known. Three: My sister comes here in her free time. Four: I found out I was born here, but no other important information. Five: I have a relationship with a person of this reality. Does the interaction of the two of us have anything to do with this? Six: I found out that I'm some sort of other species. Although I'm not real clear what that entails. I don't know the significance of that, even though that wizard seemed to act like it was important. Seven: My adoptive parents found me here, and took me back to their realm. Could that have started this chain reaction of events? Is that why odd things keep happening to me? Eight: ….I don't know who I am anymore...
Trista felt a tear leak out of the corner of her eye, dissolving when it hit the pillow. She could feel her tail behind her, flicking in agitation. She let out a sigh, squeezing her eyes closed and just focusing on the man behind her, his even breathing somehow calming. She turned in the bed, studying Goku's face as he slept. Is it because we're together that has been causing all of these chain reactions? Am I not supposed to be with him? Trista swallowed, an ache starting in her chest at not being with Goku anymore. But you were willing to do it before, her mind reminded her. Before you were kidnapped by that psycho midget! And before you were forced to endure the "reminding" he subjected you to! She gazed at him again, gently brushing back a lock of hair that had fallen over his forehead. He sighed in his sleep, tightening his hold around her waist. She let him, for a moment, before slowly getting up, careful not to disturb him while he slept. Trista stared down at him, before leaning over and kissing his lips. He grunted in his sleep, sliding a hand over the spot she had been laying in. She watched his brows furrow, before flinging the window open, and gazing at him one more time, shot off and disappeared.
Bulma knocked softly on Trista's bedroom door. She didn't here anything. She knocked again. A few minutes later the door was flung open, a very rumpled Goku stood on the other side. He yawned, scratching the back of his head.
"Hey Bulma! What time is it? Is Trista already downstairs?" he asked, moving towards the chair by the window to pull his shirt on. He barely noticed the open window, pulling the shirt over his head. He turned back to Bulma when she didn't say anything.
"What?" he asked at the alarm he saw in her eyes. Goku watched her gulp.
"Um...I came up here to get you two because Breanna's going to be here soon, and...Goku. Trista's not downstairs with us," she stated, studying him.
His brows rose in surprise, staring at her for a moment before looking around the room. Nothing seemed to be missing. Even Trista's bag that she had over her shoulder earlier was still laying beside the bed. Nothing unusual. His gaze rested on the window, watching the curtains flutter for a moment before realizing it wasn't open when they came up here earlier.
"She's gone," Goku stated softly, his gaze never leaving the window.
He heard Bulma gasp, then the click of the door shutting. She came over to stand beside him. She laid a hand on his arm, waiting for him to turn towards her before asking her question.
"How do you know that Goku?"
He didn't say anything, just returned his gaze to the open window. "I know," he said softly, closing his eyes. She watched him swallow.
"Do you think she'll be back this time?" she whispered, looking over at the window herself.
His silence was answer enough.