He couldn't believe such a small trip into town wore him out so bad. Trunks felt as if his body has just gone through a hundred androids. Slowly, he pulled himself into his mother's laboratory and sat the box onto a nearby table. Bulma looked over from the machine she was working on to acknowledge her sons return. "You're finally back," she announced standing up from her squatting position. The smile that had been on her face quickly disappeared as soon as he looked at Trunks tired expression. "Trunks, are you ok? Are you feeling sick?" She asked walking up to him and putting the back of her hand on Trunks face to feel his temperature. Trunks let a slight sigh pass his lips, taking a small step back so her hand would slip off his face. "I'm fine mother, just…. Tired," he said, taking the brown bag that was on top of the box he had sat down just moments ago. Bulma gave Trunks a curious look as he turned back to take the bag into the kitchen. "Did something happen?"
Trunks froze in his steps, gripping the small bag in his muscular hand. "No, just… tired," he answered in a low, barely audible voice. The worried expression on Bulmas face only doubled in size as Trunks disappeared behind the closing door. "You're just like your father sometimes," she whispered to herself as she turned to get back to work, deciding there wasn't much for her to do for her half Saiyan son.
Trunks quickly put away the milk and bread before walking over to the pantry and grabbing a glass. He filled it with purified water they had stored in a bottle and gulped it down. He took in a deep breath before sitting it into the sink and leaving the Kitchen. "What am I supposed to do until 6?" He muttered to himself as he made his way back to his room. "Maybe a nap will do me some good." He pulled his wooden door open and sauntered toward his bed; collapsing face down the moment he felt his mattress make contact with his knees. He turned to head to the side, opening his eyes and blowing away a strand of hair that had moved over his face. "If that dream doesn't wake me up again." He closed his eyes again, letting out a small yawn. "It most likely will."
Blue eyes opened, immediately taking in his surroundings. It was different from before. He stood in the area he always found himself in, only this time, there was no moon, no stars, and the greenery was wilted. There were no pleasant sounds or a dancing goddess. It was just a dead forest. The boy glanced around slowly, taking a small step every now and then. He began walking faster, noticing that each step he took made no sound what-so-ever. It felt like an eternity as the boy wandered the forest before he found another clearing. He walked into the center and glanced around. It looked just like the one he started in. In fact, it might just be the same one. But he made no turns as he walked; he walked in a strict straight line.
"Don't seek it!" Came a loud crashing voice. The boy jumped and spun around, searching for the source of the voice. "Don't seek it!" It came louder a second time. The boy jerked his head around, looking in all directions. "Don't seek it!" It grew louder again. It continued to shout, growing louder and louder , to the point where the boy was cowering on the ground, covering his ears and whining. "DON'T SEEK IT!"
"STOP!" Trunks shot up in bed once again. He gasped violently, holding his ears tightly. His eyes were wide and unfocused as he continued to gasp and shake. Moments later, Trunks felts warm sweaty hands holding his arm and his mother's voice shouting at him. But he barely recognized it; he could still hear that voice, yelling at him over and over again.
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