Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crossing the Boundaries ❯ Just a Dream? ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Author's Note: My apologies for the short chapters. That just seems to be the way they're coming out. I was going to wait until Monday to update, due to the holiday, but decided to go ahead and add something to it now. Putting this together has been a rather interesting experience.

My sincerest thank to all those who have reviewed. I appreciate your encouragement, and the time you take to read this little creation.

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There were shouts, angry words. I couldn't distinguish whether it was Goku or Gohan arguing with Trunks. Something, or someone, struck the wall. A thin crack appeared near the ceiling, slowly winding it's way towards the floor as the impact came a second time.

I hadn't bothered to move from where I lay. My tears had subsided shortly after their fight had escalated to a roaring brawl outside the door, but now I couldn't find the strength to stand. There was entirely too much going on inside of me to really be aware of what was going on around me.

The hushed whisper of thoughts inside my mind was lost in the intensity of Trunks' current state. His anger, my confusion, and the need we both shared merged into one tumultuous whirlwind of emotion that I had no hope of controlling. I was drawn into its center, becoming increasingly detached from my conscious self.

I could still hear bits and pieces of their words through the fog.

" ...when we go back? "

" You mean if. "

" Trunks, you're taking a huge risk. Think about... "

" You don't get... "

Several loud crashes arose drowning out their argument and causing a few chunks of plaster to fall from the ceiling. One hit my leg, but I didn't even feel it.

Their yells grew more distant, then the crack in the wall appeared to expand before my eyes, the darkness of it consuming everything in the room. Then there was nothing.

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~Alone~

Was this sleep...or death? I couldn't be sure, but I felt so alone in this place. The emptiness surrounding me was a muted shade of stone gray broken only by the pale mist shifting and swirling about my legs.

~Silence~

The sound of my own heartbeat echoed in my ears, but even that could not break the thick silence existing in this place. It was like a tangible force suffocating everything around it.

I was afraid here, yet it felt right all the same. Familiar yet alien. Had I been here before, in this void without a name? No. No, this was something new, but still...

'Where are they?' I thought. 'Goku, Vegeta...Trunks'

Just a dream...whispered a voice.

My gaze desperately sought the source of the words, but there was nothing to be seen, nowhere for a being of any sort to hide itself. Only the emptiness.

'Can't be a dream...too real....'

Is it? the ghostly voice challenged.

'Yes. He came to me. Just like I always wanted.'

Gone....

" No! " I screamed at whatever invisible force taunted me so. He couldn't be gone! I knew that it hadn't been a dream. Then I realized that I couldn't hear him...I couldn't feel him. It was as though...

I slowly lifted a trembling hand to the side of my neck, fingertips hovering a breath away from the flesh. Tears streamed unnoticed down my face as I stood motionless, incapable of doing what I knew I had to do.

What if I came to find that it was only a dream? I couldn't bear it. Trunks had hurt me, physically and mentally, but that no longer mattered. I couldn't turn away from him merely because he was something other than what I had expected.

'But', I thought, 'in some way, I'd always known exactly who and what he was.' I realized that now. He'd been right that first night when he'd confronted me with my own desires. Trunks had known things that I would not even have admitted to myself. Perhaps that was why I never once asked him to stop.

'Yes, this is all real. My fantasy...my desire...my feelings, I accept it all.'

So be it

I closed my eyes, held my breath and pressed my fingertips gingerly against the spot where he had marked me, and I was elated to find that mark still remained. Simultaneously, I recalled what he had whispered in my ear after he'd taken me, " Be strong. "

So simple, and yet it held profound meaning for me now. I had made a choice. It was the beginning of long and difficult road, but I was ready to accept it.

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Blankets? Odd...I opened my eyes hesitantly. Someone had tucked me carefully into bed, but I'd never even noticed. Had I been dreaming? I almost began to panic, until I felt the reassuring sense of Trunks' presence stirring within me. And with that sensation came the overwhelming need for him; it was somehow different yet stronger than before.

I threw back the covers and slid my legs over the bed. Padding quietly across the room I listened to see if anyone was in the hallway. With a deep breath I inched the door open.

There was no one there. The hallway itself was a mess, the walls cracked and the light fixture shattered. It didn't matter to me then. I carefully made my way around the bits of splintered wood and broken glass until I came to the end of the hall.

He was upstairs. There was no doubt about it. I made my way up the staircase without incident. Every time I took a step, I expected someone to jump out of the shadows to stop me, but no one did.

I paused when I reached my own room. He was there. He was waiting. I slipped inside closing the door softly behind me.












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