Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Days Of Our Lives ❯ Chapter 4

~*Days Of Our Lives*~

by Shasta

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Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or Trunks…..*sniffle*

Dedicated to Jen 'SaintMe' Prepodnik, the almighty Vegeta-tarian!

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Chapter 4: Time And Time Again…

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Morning sunlight flooded the bedroom via the large, bare window, golden beams of sunshine trailing across the sleeping couple as they lay in each other's arms. Emerald green eyes slowly flickered open against the light, squinting slightly. A low yawn escaped nude pink lips as the 17 year old red-head sat up and stretched her muscles. She reached up a hand to rub the sleep out of her eyes before turning on her side to gaze upon the man beside her.

She smiled softly, leaning forward to tenderly brush away a stray lock of silken lavender. Trunks' eyes slowly flickered open, revealing two orbs of deep sapphire. He looked curiously up at her, a small smile gracing his lips.

"Mornin'…" he breathed, followed by a yawn during which he stretched his entire body so that his toes wiggled. Shasta smirked and pushed him flat on his back, leaning down towards him so that their faces were meer inches from each other. A soft chuckle escaped her lips before she rested them firmly on Trunks' own. A soft groan sounded from the demi-Saiyen's throat as she gently nibbled on his bottom lip and it took most of his self-control to stop himself from rolling HER over on her back and…

"Ooooh….Am I interupting anything?"

Trunks sat up with such force that he sent the red-head tumbling to the floor, thus getting tangled up in the bedsheets in the process.

"AAK! M…Mia! It's not what you think!"

From the floor, Shasta let out a muffled protest as she struggled with the sheets, managing to get her head free. She glanced over at the doorway to see a 14 year old girl with electric blue hair, dressed in bubblegum pink satin pjammas smirking at them both.

Confusion clouding her brain, the red-head glanced at Trunks, cocking her head to one side. "Errr…who's this?"

Sighing heavily, Trunks swung his legs over the side of the bed and held out a hand to help her up. "Shasta, my annoying lil' sister. Annoying lil' sister, Shasta." He said sarcastcly as the red-haired cat-girl took a set beside him on the bed.

"Nice ta meet'cha! Heh heh! Well, big brother, If you're done making out with your girlfriend, Mom has breakfast ready downstairs…"Mia said slyly, winking at Trunks, who turned the colour of a sunburnt beetroot.

"OUT!" he yelled, his face a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. The blue-haired girl stuck out her tongue at the demi-Saiyen, giggled and ran out of the room before Trunks had the chance to bitch-slap her into the next millenium..

Sighing heavily, he flopped back on his bed and ran a hand through his hair. "That girl will be the death of me.." he sighed exasperatedly. Shasta chuckled and lay down beside him, absently curling a stray lock of lavender around her index finger.

"Not unless I get to you first…"she smirked, kissing him gently on the lips. He smiled and kissed back, running a hand along her spine, another stroking her hair.

"Mmmm……..but what a way to go!" he replied with a soft chuckle.

"Heh….I suppose we best get downstairs to breakfast….Mia's probably snitching to your parents about us!" the red-head said with a chuckle, relishing the look of disbelief upon the lavender haired teen's face…

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Just as Shasta had predicted, Mia has officially snitched to her parents about what went behind the door of her 'brother's room. Needless to say, Trunks was greeted with a VERY sly look from his foster father.

The two teens took their seats at the table and waited for someone to break the uneasy silence that hung in the air. Shasta glanced around nervously, drumming her fingers on the table every now and then..

"It's about time you got yourself a girlfriend, dear!" came a Spanish-accented voice from the refridgerator, belonging to a tall woman in a long, floaty green dress, her light blue hair tied up into a smart bun attop her head, several strands hanging in dark grey eyes peering out behind a pair of thin rimmed glasses.

Trunks turned such an intense shade of red at this comment that his face matched the colour of Shasta's hair. He let out an embarrassed noise before promptly crawling under the table. His foster father simply laughed and shook his head.

"Always so modest….." he let out a chuckle and turned his sights on the red-haired cat-girl, who was currently handing a piece of toast to the demi-Saiyen under the table.

"….I did'nt catch your name, m'dear, but hopefully, Trunks did…"

Shasta grinned at his little joke and folded her arms in front of herself on the tabletop. "Heh…I'm Shastania….but you can call me Shasta." She extended one arm for him to shake and somewhat supprised to find the elder man kiss it lightly.

"Lovely to meet you! I'm Jack. You've already met Mia and this is my darling wife Rosabella." The elder man said, gesturing to the woman behind him, who had just wrapped her arms around him. The cat-girl smiled and shook hands with the older woman as they exchanged greetings.

Trunks soon crawled out from under the table and re-seated himself on his chair, face still flushed an interesting shade of red.

"So, Miss Shasta, tell me…how did you and Trunks meet?" Rosabella queried, seating herself down between her husband and daughter as she helped herself to a pancake.

"Eeer, well…we grew up together, but after the Satan City bombing, we kinda lost touch…….but, as luck would have it, Shasta here now goes to the same school as me." Trunks replied, in between mouthfulls of blueberry pancakes.

Shasta shook her head at the sight of the lavender haired teen's eatting habits. <Somethings never change….> she thought in amusement.

And that's how they spent the morning: chatting about old times and telling anticotes of days gone by. Soon, morning had slipped into afternoon and since it was a weekend, Trunks offered to take the crimson-haired teen out on a sightseeing tour of East Hope City….

"Oh, Trunks…I'd love to, but I bet my folks have placed a bounty on my head..I really gotta get home, but maybe you can come visit me. I live over on the west side of the city, on Jaffe Street. It's the 4 storey house on the hill. You can't miss it."

Shasta sighed as she leaned back against the baby pink upholstery of her vintage Caddilac. Trunks shook his head and leaned down against the car, eye level with the cat-girl. "I'll do that…I just hope you don't get grounded…"

"EEEK! I don't like the sounds of that….but I'll try and work the charm on 'em!"

A soft chuckle came from the demi-Saiyen's mouth as he leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on her lips. She let out an exasperated sigh but smiled and waved goodbye as she revved up the engine and sped off at break-neck speed down the long, ocean-view street, leaving Trunks standing on the kerb, watching as the pink Caddy disappeared from view..

"Where HAVE you been?!" yelled a woman in her late 20's with long, curly blonde hair as Shasta ambled into the lobby of the enormous 4-storey mansion she called home, flinching at the woman's tone of voice.

"…..I just…I had a rough day..I need to get my head around thing-"

"Blasphemy! You were with that thug Marshall Cleavenger, were'nt you?!" the blonde yelled, her watery blue eyes full of anger as they born into the young cat-girl like lazor beams, but still, she stood her ground. Every single time she met up with her foster mother, World War Three would break out… Shasta growled and threw up her arms in sheer frustration. "I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY! I JUST BROKE UP WITH THE DAMN BASTARD!!" she yelled at such a high pitch she scared herself.

The blonde woman arched an eyebrow and folded her arms over her obviously plastic chest, her anger seeming to have subsided.

"Oh? Well, whatever reason behind it, I'm sure it was for the best, dear….but anyways, you had your father and I worried sick last night! We'd thought you-"

The crimson-haired teen closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out as a sigh. "Oh, don't bore me with that bullshit, Mom! You were out drinkin' like a damn fish all night..you could'nt care less of what happens to me, but just so ya know, I can take care of myself, alright?! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going up to my room and I do NOT want to be disturbed…GOT IT?!"

And with that, the teenager ran up the flight of marble stairs,slamming her bedroom door loudly and leaving the blonde woman to stand aghast in the lobby. The sound of footsteps echoed around the green marble walls, made by a pair of highly polished boots belonging to a tall, muscular man dressed in an expensive-looking black pinstripe suit, his shoulder lenght raven-coloured hair slicked back on his scalp with a generous helping of gel. He did'nt appear to be much older than 29 at the very least and his eyes were hidden under a pair of black Terminator-style shades.

He folded his arms over his chest and glanced up at the staircase. "That girl becomes more and more of a rebel everyday…" he said, in a casual yet suave tone of voice. The blonde woman narrowed her cold blue eyes at the man and placed her hands on her hips, creasing the fabric of her designer red dress.

"She gets it from you, Seventeen! You're a bad influence!"

The raven-haired man lowered his glasses on his nose, revealing eyes of the darkest shade of blue. He arched one eyebrow before fully removing his glasses and placing them neatly in his breast pocket.

"Must you always blame me for her faults? I swear, Eighteen.. you've been so judgemental ever since you discovered alcohol and cocaine…tell me…. What is it like to live in a constant haise of self-destruction?" he queried, in a bored voice.

"Don't you dare twist my words! Why did we even adopt this chick anyway?!" Eighteen hissed, the several strings of pearlys around her neck quivering as she spoke.

"Because, my DARLING wife…If people are to believe we are a law-abiding family, we must have a child….of course, because we're mostly Mecha, we can't have one of our own, now can we? Not that I'd want to bring YOUR demonic spawn into this world…" Seventeen retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he proceeded to clean his sunglasses with a handful of fabric from his coat.

"Besides, I've grown quite fond of her….she reminds me of…….ME, actually.."

"Ugh….you sicken me…" Eighteen groaned, turning on her spiked heels and crossing the caverous lobby, muttering to herself.

Seventeen shook his head and chuckled. "Women.." he said to himself as he pulled a cigarette from the case in his trouser pockets; "…Damned if I can ever understand 'em…"

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Upstairs….

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The drugs they say

Make us feel so hollow

We love in vain

Narcissistic and so shallow

Hate today

There's no love for tomorrow…

Shasta lay back against the pillows of her enormous four-poster bed, eyes closed as she lost herself in the lyrics of the song playing at an ungodly volume from the stereo on her bedside table. A sigh escaped her lips as she rolled over on her side, facing the wall with a pillow clutched close to her body for comfort. Despite getting anything and everything she could ever want, she absolutly hated living in this gigantic house…with dozens of servent robots, acres of cars and mountains of money….

She hated the fact that, like her natural father, her foster parents lead a life fueled by sex, drugs and alcohol..

It seemed like someone above was torturing her, deliberatly making her life one giant misery…yet there was a ray of light among the darkness…

…Trunks….

For so long, she feared she'd never see him again, but now that he'd re-entered her life, she had something to live for..he was her flame…her tower of strenght…her shoulder to cry on. You get the picture. But now, her feelings for him had changed-no- EVOLVED from a meer bond of friendship to something more. She constantly told herself that she was just being shallow, using him to make herself feel better about the incident with Marshall……yet a tiny piece of her heart was forever questioning: Who do you REALLY love…?

The drugs they say

Are made in Calafornia

We love your face

We'd really like to sell you

The cops and queers

Make good looking models

Who will I wake up with tomorrow…?

Sighing once more, the red-head rolled over and flipped off the stereo, plunging the room into an eerie silence, save for the sound of her own breathing. Even though it was only 4pm in the afternoon, she felt unusually tired, her eyelids growing heavy. Before long, she had drifted off into a restless sleep, plagued by dreams of that tragic day during which she lost her entire family….

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She had no idea how long she'd been asleep, but judging by how dark it was outside the French doors, Shasta reckoned she'd slept most of the day… With a loud yawn, she stretched her muscles and crawled out of bed, her ankle length silk nightdress swaying with her movement. She crossed the room, intending on closing over the curtains of the double balcony doors to block out the moonrays…but as she went to do so, a golden speck in among the stars caught her attention.

"Nani…? A comet?" she said to herself as she stood by the window, watching as the speck appeared to increase in size. It was then she realized that it was not a comet she was staring at, but a person flying towards her, surrounded by golden flames….

…She did'nt have to think twice to guess who it was.

Trunks landed as quiet as a cat on the balcony outside and knocked once on the plate glass window, peering in with confusion pasted across his face. A soft smile graced the red-head's face as she silently opened the doors, allowing the demi-Saiyen to float in and sweep her into his arms without a single word, kissing her gently on the lips. A soft sigh escaped Shasta's lips as she leaned into his chest, feeling the heat radiate from his body.

"I was'nt sure if I should come….."Trunks whispered as he held her in his arms, chin resting on the top of her head.

"I'm glad you did….I think if I say here a second longer, I'll go crazy…" she replied with a soft chuckle.

Trunks smiled and took her hand, gazing deep into her emerald green eyes with his own sapphire pair. "C'mon….There's something I want to show you…" He began to levitate a few inches off the floor, causing Shasta to let out a gasp of fright, not being used to the sensation of flying. The demi-saiyen smiled and pulled her into an embrace before rising clear off the floor and up into the star-studded night sky.

The night air felt so good on Shasta's skin as they flew through the air, soaring high like a pair of eagles over the city, alight with tiny pinpoints of light from various buildings and streetlamps. They flew high up into the sky, bursting through great, fluffy puffs of cloud untill the city below was no longer visable.

Their surroundings had completely changed. Instead of seeing a city situated next to the vast ocean below, they were now standing on swirling clouds, the moon full and pure before them, the only source of light in the inky black sky.

"Trunks….! This is…the view….it's beautiful…" Shasta breathed, looking up at the stars, the light of the moon casting a silver hue among her features. Trunks smiled and wrapped his arms protectively around her, his fingers lost in an endless sea of crimson locks.

"I knew you'd like it…I come here to think…..to get away from all the noise of the city.." he whispered, closing his eyes as he got lost in the moment. He felt Shasta rest her head on his shoulder, her arms creeping up his back as she leaned into his embrace.

"This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me……" she whispered, lifting her head off his shoulder to gaze at him. He opened his eyes, meeting with a pair of brilliant green orbs as they pierced his very soul. He smiled and raise one hand to take her chin in his index finger and thumb.

"Well, maybe that's because having you back in my life is the best thing that happened to me…" he breathed, before closing his eyes and placing a soft, passionate kiss on her lips, holding her close as they surrendered to each other, getting lost in the tender kiss…the soothing feeling of floating on air…everything….

It would be a night neither would ever forget…..

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"WAH!!!"

THUD.

Shasta blinked in confusion as she suddenly found herself tangled up in a mass of bedsheets. Grumbling loudly to herself, she managed to pull herself free and sat down on the edge of her bed.

"It was all a dream…." She said to herself, almost disappointedly…..

Groaning loudly, she got up and walked into the ajoining bathroom. Standing in front of the wash basin, she stared at her reflection in the mirror before her. Dark green eyes peered out from under a lopsided fringe of magenta-red spikes, greatly resembling the style of her Uncle Goku. From the endless mass of red spikes, two large, cat-like ears were just barely visible, a mark of her Nekonian heritage… People always said she looked the splitting image of her mother, but Shasta would'nt know… she'd never even seen a photo of the woman who gave her life..she'd never met the woman who brought her into this world…

Shasta blamed herself for her mother's death, having been told that the strain of giving birth to her put such a strain on her mother's heart…

With an anguished cry, she balled her hand into a fist and slammed it hard into the mirror with such force that it shattered into a million tiny pieces. Pain stabbed at her fist, but she did'nt care about that… No physical pain could match the pain she had endured emotionally throughtout the course of her pathetic life…

Nothing could compare to the suffering she had to endure throughout her childhood…to be abused and negleted….no-one could possibly understand her torment…

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The laboritory door swung open with such force that Trunks just barely avoided getting flatted into a pancake. He blinked in confusion several times, watching as his foster father, looking positively estatic, ran out of the doorway, almost tripping over his own feet.

"MY GREATEST EXPERIMENT IS FINALLY COMPLETED!!!" he yelled, with all the engery of a 5 year old on a sugar high. He promptly grabbed Trunks' wrists and did a little dance of triumph all along the hall.

"Whu..? Dad! What is it? You're acting crazier than usual.." the lavender haired Saiyen asked, a small bead of sweat trickling down his temple.

Jack grinned and practically crushed Trunks in a one armed hug. "I'm glad you asked that, m'boy! I could use a guinea pig!"

The teenage Saiyen's sapphire blue eyes widdened in fear. Guinea pig?! That sure as hell did'nt sound good…Before Trunks had a chance to protest, he found himself being dragged down into the aircraft hanger-come-laboritory locacted in the backyard of the humble 2 storey house. The lab was no-where near as large as the one in the Capsule Corp manor, but still impressive.

The walls were some form of moulded plastic, white and shiny, and covered in various shelfs of gadgets and gizmos. In one corner, there was a large titanium skeleton held up by several strings from the ceiling. The thing would'nt look out of place on the set of a Terminator movie.. In the centre of the room was a large, steel operating table, surgical lights dangling overhead and various pieces of equipment littered across the tabletop.. but the the one thing that stood out most was an enormous contraption balanced on 3 steel 'legs'.

It appeared to be some sort of aircraft, but it was the strangest aircraft Trunks had ever seen. The entire craft stood at least 8 feet tall with a large, canary yellow belly baring the name "Hope 1". Three enormous rocket boosters portruded from the underside of the craft and the hatch was made entirely of domed glass. Levitating a few feet off the floor, Trunks peered through the glass, into the cockpit.

It looked as though it could fit two people and was furnished with what looked oddly like the backseat of a vintage Caddilac. In front of the 'sofa', there was a large control panel that was flashing green lights, signalling that everything was normal.

"Whoa……..what the heck is it?" Trunks queried, as his feet touched the floor once more.

"That, my boy.." Jack said proudly as he cleaned his glasses with a handful of his lab coat ; "….is a time machine."

"WHAAAAAAAAAAA?! Bu..but HOW?!" Trunks exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief. Jack leaned against the operating table and folded his arms over his chest, gazing up lovingly at his creation.

"It's quite difficult to explain, really…but part of it requires harnessing the speed of light. Once you can do that, you can fast forward or rewind time….with a little help from some plutonium, of course!" the elder scientist replyed proudly.

"An…and you want ME to go back in time with this thing?" Trunks said weakly, sinking into a chrome lab chair before his knees gave away. Jack nodded and poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot brewing on the worktop. He sat down beside the lavender haired teen and took a long dreg from his mug.

He stared down into the dark brown water, his expression turning sad. "That is..if you WANT to…..this could be a chance to change the course of history. If my calculations are correct, you could save the lives of those who died in the Stock Exchange bombing….you could prevent a tragedy.."

Trunks looked up at his foster father with wonder. He was being offered a chance to save his parents..to make things the way they were again..but that ment that Jack…Rosabella..Mia…they'd all be just a memory to him…and Shasta…

Trunks sudden thought of something..he remembered back to the night she had first sought sanctuary from he parents.. she had told him with tears in her eyes, that she was the reason her biolodgical mother had died..the reason Yamcha hated her so much..

Maybe, Trunks thought, if he could go back in time, he could prevent that….he could give his best and closest friend a happy life..

"…I could give a friend a new life…" he said out loud, a small smile creeping across his face. Jack looked up at his, face etched with curiousity. "Hmm?"

"Hold that thought…..I have to go speak to a friend of mine…"

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About an hour later...

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"What happened to your hand?" Trunks queried, as he watched the young red-head approch him, walking across the gravelled pathway leading down the drive of the majestic mansion on the top of Jaffe Street.

Shasta sighed and sat down on the wall beside him. "I have a habit of punching sharp objects when I'm frustrated..Heh…Now I have TWO broken fingers!" she added with a chuckle as she glanced down at her bandaged hands.

The lavender haired teen shook his head and chuckled softly. He inched closer to her and wrapped one arm around her shoulders, pulling Shasta into a one-armed embrace, resting his chin on the top of her head. "You scare me sometimes…."

"Oh, hush you! So, what did you want to see me about?" the cat-girl replyed, reaching up to play with the strand of silken lavender that forever hung in Trunks' eyes. One of his hands reached up to entwine with hers as he stared deep into her eyes.

"What if I told you I've found a way for you to meet your mother?"

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End Chapter 4

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