Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Dreams ❯ Incredible Sunrise (Ch3) ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ nor do I imply I own them. The only thing I own is my story and my characters. The others are brought in for comic relief and my own perverted pleasures. ;)

 

Warning: There's gonna be graphic sex, violence, and talk about rape and other random things. If this offends you deal or leave. Whatever you want to do. Oh and there just might be yaoi or yuri, dunno yet.

 

Notes: “talking”, `thinking'

 

Chapter 3: Incredible sunrise

 

In the new darkness I floated, but this darkness was healing, soothing. It kept me safe from all that would harm me and in the back of my mind was him. Definitely him. There was something so undeniably male about that presence. He was always there, a constant companion where previously I had none. He kept watch over me as I floated in that darkness.

 

When I finally opened my eyes the room I was in was dark and I could hear the flapping of curtains and feel a light breeze caress a cheek that no longer hurt. I felt no pain. A slight stiffness maybe but no real pain. As my eyes focused I watched bemused as I realized that the window beside me, a bay window with a balcony I could see, was open and the sky beyond was lighting up with the coming dawn.

 

Dawn. I hadn't seen one in years. I either never paid any attention or I slept through it. It was so unlike me but I lay there and watched the sun rise. Watched the sky spread with colors that rippled in every shade of gold and orange, blue and purple that could be imagined. Watched as the world woke up from its slumber. It wasn't like me to be so contemplative, but then again I had died hadn't I. I deserved to be a little unlike myself.

 

But if I died then how was I here. How was I lying in this bed and watching this sunrise. Breathing in the scents of the rich pre dawn air. This puzzled me because I know with a certainty I died. Then how? That question haunted me as I watched the sun rise above the horizon. But I didn't think on it too long. Sleep was once again claiming me and I surrendered to it with a sigh not noticing the still form that watched me from a nearby chair. Not noticing his face held a mixture of sorrow and admiration. If I had seen it though I probably would have been skeptical about his motives. He was a stranger and I had learned not to trust strangers. Trusting strangers only brought you grief.

 

~*~

 

When I awoke again it was afternoon. There was no one in the room, but I still felt him at the back of my mind. Comforted I slowly slid out of bed and looked around. The room was bigger than any I had ever been in. It was furnished simply though. A bed, a dresser, a nightstand and what looked like a vanity was in the room, as well as two doors in one wall. One opened onto a bathroom and the other was a closet. A very big closet.

 

The bathroom kept and held my attention. Even though I suppose someone had cleaned me up I still somehow felt dirty. Most likely from those sleezeballs touching me. Though I was still puzzled. I had died and now I was back. I was healed and cleaned up. I wasn't even wearing the clothes I had worn to work.

 

I caught a glimpse of myself in the vanity mirror as I walked past. Something was different. Something was very different. I still had the same slight yet curvy figure. The same short cut dark black hair. The same blood red bangs that framed either side of my face. The same tattoos and piercings. And the same aquamarine eyes. But the difference was the tail. It looked so familiar. I stood there in the tank top and pajama bottoms I wore puzzling about where I had seen the dark reddish brown tail before. It switched animatedly behind me as I thought.

 

But my thoughts stopped as someone walked through the door. “Hey you're up,” a cheery voice exclaimed as I turned around. My eyes widened. I knew this man. Then it all fell in place. The tail especially. It was a Saiyan tail and somehow I had been brought to their world. The one who stood before me was none other than Goku and he was currently beaming at me. That unnerved me slightly, but I knew no harm would come to me in his presence so I relaxed and waited. No use telling him I already knew who he was.

 

I didn't have long to wait. “I'm glad to see you up and about. I'm Goku and you are?” he asked holding out his hand. I took it. It was warm and I could feel the strength behind it. But this strength was different than what I felt before. This strength was not really deadly although I knew what he could do with it. It was fatherly.

 

“I'm Angel,” I said softly.

 

He continued to smile as he released my hand, “Pleasure to meet you Angel. Bulma wanted me to tell you there's some spare clothes in the closet for you. She'll take you out and get the stuff you want later. Why don't you clean up and come downstairs. One of the boys will show you around once you get out.” And like that he was gone, the door softly closing behind him. I arched an eyebrow before shrugging and moving towards the bathroom. Shock and amazement weren't things I did so I just shrugged this off like I had done everything else. There was nothing to really get excited about. At least not yet and not until I had met everyone and gotten their measure.

 

I did take a shower. A long hot one that felt so good on my skin. My unbroken and unbruised skin. When I got out I noticed with some disappointment that the scars were still there. The ones from my numerous beatings. They crisscrossed my back all the way down to where my waistband usually was. The cloth of my jeans usually having saved that part of me. I blinked away tears at the thoughts of how I got them. No sense in dwelling on the past now. It's in the past and it needs to stay there.

 

In the closet I found clothes that, while they weren't my style, they still fit and were clean. I shuddered at the colors. Pastels. I hate pastels. Good thing there was a pair of blue jeans I could wear along with the light blue top. I almost regretted my choice though when I saw it in the mirror. On the front was a teddy bear all cute, cuddly, and absolutely sickening. I was definitely going to need some new clothes.

 

Just outside of the door I found someone waiting for me. I was about to say something when he turned towards me. His eyes were an amazing shade of bright cerulean blue. Almost took my breath away. Almost. I kept my expressionless mask in place while he on the other hand couldn't help staring at me. I smirked and nudged him with a finger. “See something ya like kid?”

 

He looked startled, “Oh sorry,” he said blushing.

 

Huh will wonders never cease. Trunks was blushing. “I'm Angel,” I said holding out my hand. Impulsive I know, but he was a teenage goof ball. Nothing like the sadistic bastards I had grown up with. So in other words he was somewhat safe. Not that I was gonna let my guard down, but I was going to be cordial.

 

His strong hand gripped mine almost immediately, “Trunks. I'm here to show you around.” The presence behind the handshake was familiar but different somehow. I could feel his strength and he also had an untried feeling to him. Yes he had seen battle, but he was still just a kid. Even by Saiyan standards.

 

I nodded to show I understood before letting go of his hand, “So where to first kid?”

 

He seemed disgruntled I had called him kid again. “I'm not a kid. I'm eighteen years old ya know.”

 

I shrugged, “And I'm twenty one. So what. You're still a kid,” I said brushing past him. “So where to?” Admittedly that was probably not the best thing to do on the first meeting, but I never said I was tactful. He grumbled a bit, but quickly caught up matching his long strides to mine. I was tall for a girl, but he was taller and his legs were longer. Not much longer mind you, but it did make a difference.

 

It wasn't too long before we went down some stairs that descended into what looked like a living room. A living room full of people. Most of which were male people. Not a sight I cared to see. I stiffened at the top of the steps where they couldn't see me clearly. Yes I knew these people from the series, but who's to say they were as good and trustworthy as the show portrayed them. Only one way to find out. I was on guard as I slowly descended looking warily around me for exits just in case. There were three. Four if you counted the open windows.

 

Only a couple of people noticed my furtive glances. One frowned while the other stayed expressionless. I didn't see this of course, but I could guess someone might have seen my swift inspection. Before I could really register anything though I was the recipient of a rather effusive hug. It didn't last long thank goodness and when she finally moved so I could see her I noticed it wasn't Bulma, but ChiChi who had hugged me. She fussed over me as she ushered me to a seat beside her daughter in law Videl. Pan sat on her other side. She was older than I thought. In GT she hadn't even hit puberty. Now she was starting to form curves. An early bloomer just as I had been.

 

At Chi Chi's rapid inspection and barrage of questions I started to tense up. I hated being interrogated. I hated being touched as much as she was. Handshakes were cool, hugs, in moderation, were fine, but this continual touching and chattering as she introduced everyone to me was getting on my last nerves. Finally I'd had enough. I jumped up and edged away from the couch, away from everyone. “Whoa calm down lady. Enough is enough. Thank you for introducing me to everyone and everything but just stay away from me. I don't know you. I don't know any of you. Just…” I didn't have a chance to say anything else. The presence that had tickled the back of my mind since I first came here changed with a warning note.

 

Just in time for an arm to drape itself across my shoulders. A very warm, very strange, very male arm. “Hey don't worry princess no one's gonna hurt ya.”

 

I was already a little hunched over from the earlier touching and now I stilled. The corner of my eye twitched. Princess was something my dad had called me. Before he had taken my innocence. “Don't call me that,” I growled warningly. He didn't get the hint. “And don't touch me.” He started to say something, not even bothering to take his arm away. I didn't give him a chance for any apologies. I reached up in a move that looked slightly painful for me and very painful for him since I twisted my arms around to grab his neck and slam him face first into the floor. My nails drew blood as I held him down. I couldn't believe he had the audacity or stupidity to keep on when all the warning signs were there.

 

I could hear gasps and someone started towards me. “Don't ever touch me again,” I snarled before jumping straight up and back flipped in a move I swear I hadn't been able to do the day before. Self preservation had kicked in. When people started coming after me it was time to leave. Later Goku told me that as I landed on the stair railing at the top, in a crouch, my eyes had shifted from aquamarine to a swirling red-amber color. A color that sent chills down most everyone's spine. Although, I felt a sense of congratulations from that presence in my mind. It was like he was complimenting me on my move.

 

Without a backward glance I sprinted down the hall, faster than I had ever run before. I found it was great having a tail since it helped me keep balance as I sped around a couple of corners. Then I saw it. An unlocked and open window at the end of the corridor. I grabbed the edge and vaulted over it landing on the ground below in a crouch before taking off running again. The woods were very close so I lost myself in them as I could hear shouts begin behind me. They had taken one of the doors out on the lower level while I had run off upstairs. Soon I couldn't hear them anymore. I dropped exhausted and spent next to a stream. All I could do was lean against a boulder with my knees tucked under my chin and my tail wrapped around my legs and cry.

 

It had been years since I had cried like this. Years since I had remembered so much. I shook and shook as I continued to cry. Even now with him dead and in the ground he still had hold over me. It was like that one touch had brought all of those memories and emotions welling to the surface. I had thought I had control. Now I knew how wrong I was. In the middle of my sobbing I wasn't paying attention to what was around me. I heard a twig crunch nearby and my head jerked up in startled surprise. Tears still glittered in my eyes. Eyes that were now the color of hard agates. The one who stood before me now was as much of a shock as my original awakening had been. It was impossible.

 

A/N: Sorry about not updating. I was going through some tough times. Ya know school, jobs, family, making ends meet. Now that I've settled in my new place I should be able to keep this up better. Thanks for waiting. Raven.