Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Moment in the Mirror ❯ A Moment in the Mirror ( One-Shot )

Title: A Moment in the Mirror
Author: Dynishra Shin, the Vampire.
Word: Moment
Def'n: MOMENT (mmnt) n. A brief, indefinite interval of time.
Theme: angst, insanity.
Warnings: blood... insanity >>' This is a moment from my AU world where Trunks is evil and insane and rules the world.. just a snippet of the inner workings of this madman's mind..
Pairings: Trunks/Mirai kinda...
Word count: 500 exactly!

The ruler of the world paused for a moment as he passed his tall gold gilt mirror. His sharp blue eyes blinked. Why did I pause? He thought as his hand came up to rest lightly on the cold surface.

Why did I pause… every time I pause something stops. It's like the whole world holds it's breath as I stand here unmoving. I have to move to keep everything breathing…

Maybe I don't want to stop? Maybe I want those scum to stop breathing..!

His cheeks blushed with a sudden fury. Evening light lanced through the blinds behind him, catching the cold mirror and tossing back into his icy blue eyes. His pause continued as he watched the light slowly travel down the mirror. Here he stood. In royal regalia. Looking at the reflection of his planet. His world. His grass and trees and salt. His people scurrying about to do his bidding on the hot streets below his tall palace. His ants. His mites. His ticks. His scum. He ruled them. King of the Scum. Stupid blind humans. A cruel smile alighted on his cheeks. It seemed to reach up his face and muss his lilac fronds.

He had heard some called him insane. Some…

But did he care? No… it just put more fear into their hearts! They knew they had no choice, not anymore. He had crushed their resistance…

He…

Trunks no Ou. Ruler of Earth. For over 150 years he had been King of all these pathetic little worm-things knew.

No one could stop him. Every one was dead or worse. Goten was his. Goku was on the verge of being insane himself. Vegeta had gone back in time… Bra was dead under a marble pillar. His mother was bones in the ground. Piccolo had nothing to do with the earth any more. He stayed up there on that floating island in the sky where God lived. Not that there was a god.. unless you meant the Ou of course. He was a god.

"Oh …right… you a `god'? You just become ever more delusional everytime I see your face." Trunks blinked and looked up. Who would dare..?!

His reflection grinned back at him. Only it was different. His reflection looked older… there was a scar over one dimpled cheek. The clothes were ragged and dirty. It was Trunks and it was not Trunks. It was a different Trunks from another time and place.

The Ou's skin paled as he stared at the reflection. "You! Again! Why do you always haunt me!" He howled and lept at the mirror, trying but failing to smash its surface. The face just smiled back at him cruely.

"You always were pathetic, your Highness." The mirror shattered and with the smash came the tinkling of laughter.

Laughter that slashed at Trunks' hands and cut his skin so that his life blood dripped carelessly into the scarlet carpet.

Then the insane King started to laugh…

and howl at the irony…