Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crossing Lines ❯ Swing Low ( Chapter 5 )

Crossing Lines

Chapter 4

Alexzandria, Aoiro, Blue Kagami, Blue T. Topaz, Nasicaa, Ore No Kagami

 

This chapter: PG-13

 

 

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Swing Low

Chapter 4

 

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Trunks took his time flying home. He would often lick his lips, thinking of the people of Bridge town. Oh yes, he would definitely have to do this again. Soon. He flew over a small town, about 30 miles away from West City. He decided to stop, he wanted to get home as late as possible, that way people wouldn't get that suspicious.

 

I mean, what would be more suspicious? Coming home only a couple of minutes later after the murders stopped? Or a few hours? If he stayed out long enough, they might get worried he was one of the victims, and when he came home, safe and sound, they would hopefully forget about the whole thing.

 

Trunks looked at his watch. 7:00 am. Some sushi shops should be open by now. And boy, was he a hungry Demi-saiya-jin!

 

Trunks slowly landed in the city, which was really quiet. There was fog rolling into the city, the sun was hidden behind clouds and people were still asleep even with a good amount of light outside.

 

He walked form the outskirts of the town, to the center of it, where he was sure there would be some sushi bars.

 

AS he got closer to the downtown part of the city, he heard some noise. A radio, or T.V. Any normal human wouldn't be able to hear the sound, but he could.

 

He walked towards the noise, and saw something rising out of the mist. He grinned. Yup. A sushi bar. He walked closer to the bar, but made himself present by making his steps louder. The Sushi chef and his only customer were watching the T.V. Trunks got closer, and watched the T.V with them, and grinned.

 

The T.V was reporting about all the may-ham at Bridge Town. Live feeds were showing only the little worst of Trunks work. The city on fire, and the shadows of bodies and body parts littering the town.

 

Trunks tuned to his Sushi, to hide his grin. He looked at the two other men, both had looks of disgust on their faces, as they continued to watch it.

 

The owner of the sushi shop turned around, wiped his face, and changed the channel, which only ticked Trunks off. Trunks looked at his watch again. Only 7:30. He grabbed his Sushi, and paid the man 3000 Zeni, and got 53 back as change, Trunks pocketed it, and went to eat somewhere else.

 

Trunks started wondering around and soon found himself at a park. He Sat down on one of the swings, and started eating his sushi again, until he heard another sound. A laugh.

 

He looked around and found the noises coming near him, and soon saw two children coming out of the fog towards him, both running towards the swings. They stopped running when they saw Trunks on one of the three swings.

 

Trunks moved to one of the outside swings, so the two children could swing together.

 

Both of the children were boys, about 5 years old. They looked at him, smiled, and got onto the swings. Trunks watched the boys. Innocence was so cute.

 

And then the Saiya-jin side got to him. It was wasted on these two. They were going to waste the innocence. One had soft blonde hair, the other black, and both had dark blue eyes, but they didn't look related.

 

The bastards.

 

They were going to grow up to be bastards, breaking girls' hearts, popular, stuck up. They would be able to get whatever they wanted and would only get the best, and not help others.

 

It happened all the time.

 

Popular kids who were jackasses, who didn't care about others. The ones who went out with teenybopper girls instead of the ones who were beautiful. Natural beauty is what Trunks like to call it.

 

He watched the two kids play.

 

They had to be stopped.

 

“Hey, what are your names?” Trunks asked the two boys.

 

The two boys stopped swinging and looked at him.

 

The black one shuffled his feet in the ground, while the blonde one talked, “Our mommies say were not supposed to talk to strangers…”

 

Trunks smiled. So sweet, innocence that will never see the light of day again.

 

“How about we play a game?” He said, watching the two boys, and smiled a smile that would get a paranoid woman to trust him.

 

They looked at each other, smiled, and jumped off of the swings.

 

“Okay, come here.” He brought the two boys in front of the swings, “Now, you two can't peak, I gotta get something ready for our game.” He turned them away from the swings and covered their eyes with their hands.”

 

They both giggled, and harshly covered their eyes.

 

Trunks went over to the swing, and sliced the chain from the wood on both sides on the two swings.

 

“Okay, you first.” He grabbed the blonde one, and stood him up, underneath one of the metal chains that use to be a swing.

 

He picked up one of the slack metal ends, and wrapped it around the boys neck, then used his ki to melt the end to a place on the chain, forming a circle around his neck, but he was able to stand without choking but he wasn't able to get his head out either.

 

He then picked up the other boy and repeated it.

 

He looked at his work. Both boys, standing, with metal nooses around their necks.

 

“Okay, the game is about to begin.” Trunks picked up the blonde boys first, and then he flew up in the air so he was floating above the bar that held the swings. The boy started to open his eyes, but Trunks stopped him.

 

“Ut-oh, you're not allowed to peak, don't worry.” He the shortened the chain by melting it to the bar with Ki, that way the boy would be about 2 feet off the ground.

 

Trunks held the child in his arms, and looked at the ground, for him, it was a small fall, but for a little child…it was big.

 

He then dropped the child.

 

The fall surprised his and he opened his eyes on the way down, just in time to see one last thing, but the fall was too big for a child of his size, and it snapped his neck.

 

The other boy heard this and looked at his friend die. He started screaming, then tried to run.

 

Only to be caught by his chain, and lost his balance, he would have fallen, but the chain wasn't long enough, so it started choking him instead.

 

The black haired boy tried to get up, but couldn't in his blaze of panic, and he then slowly died as Trunks watched him.

 

The last thing the little boy heard was…

 

“You should have listened to your mommies…”

 

 

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After Trunks had killed the two boys, he checked his watch. 8:30. He could go home now, he was safe. As he flew up to fly home, he heard a woman scream through the mist near the park.

 

Looks like the two boys had been found.

 

He left and flew home at top speed. His mother usually got up at 8, and his father around 7 so he could train early. He knew his mothers schedule by heart, and the first thing she does when she gets up, is turn on the TV, then go to the bathroom, and Trunks was betting that every station was up on the news of Bridge Town now.

 

He lowered his ki, and came up with a plan on what he would tell his parents as he flew home.

 

He would play stupid, if they brought it up, he would act as if he knew nothing of it, and if the TV was off, he wouldn't bug on turning it on.

 

When he got home, he felt his mother, sister, father and grandparents in the living room, and he entered the house not quiet, but not loud.

 

Hi mother was on the Chair, crying, and then she looked up, and ran into his arms.

 

“What's up mom? Why are you crying?”

 

“Oh Trunks! My baby!” Bulma cried.

 

“Mom!” Trunks said, grabbing her by the shoulders and tried to gently push her away, “What's going on?”

 

Vegeta turned to his son, “There was a slaughter.” He said calmly, then turned back to the TV that everyone, except for his sobbing mother.

 

Trunks pushed his mother away firmly again, acting surprised, and looked at the TV which again showed the slaughter. He heard noise behind him, and looked just in time to see his mother's hand descending on his cheek.

 

A large slap was heard after that, and Trunks was left with a red cheek.

 

“Where the HELL were you?!” His mother yelled through her tears.

 

Trunks smiled at her concern, and played his lie.

 

“Where was I? I fell asleep in the forest!”

 

“The forest? The FOREST?! What the HELL where you doing sleeping in the FOREST?” Bulma yelled, crying out of happiness that her son was alive.

 

Vegeta, however, was calmer, “Why did you fall asleep in the forest?”

 

Trunks turned to his father, still holding his cheek, “I was tired after my transformation, So I flew to a river, got a drink, and then I fell asleep!”

 

After this excuse, his family seemed quiet happy, and he was allowed to go to bed, claiming to be “tired”.

 

At night, he thought, “This would be fun to do again tomorrow…”

 

 

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Tilea:*cries* You're the only one who seems interested! Why? For the love of Kami! This story is supposed to be good? Right? RIGHT?!

 

Why me? I ain't getting any reviews except from you t-chan! My mail box is only at 2%! I don't wanna get all these mails saying “You've won a free vacation!” Or “Free Car!” You know you've never won anything and that its never free! Please people, review! Stop the spam mail!

 

 

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A/N

 

You see what happens when you don't listen to your mother and talk to strangers? Yup, that's what! …..You wanna see what happens when Atarah goes CrAzY?!?!??!?!?! I bet you DO!!!!!!!!

 

Blue: Im sorry, she's a little sad…shes seen storys get more reviews telling them to fix errors….

 

Atarah: Mwahahahahahahhaha!!!!