Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Days Of Our Lives ❯ Secrects And Revolations ( Chapter 7 )

~*Days Of Our Lives*~

By Shasta/Vanilla Twist

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Disclaimer: *as Yoda* Own not do I Dragonball Z.

Chapter 7: Secrets Revealed

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Emerald green eyes slowly flickered open against against the harsh white light overhead. "Ugh.." Shasta groaned as she raised a hand to sheild her eyes, her body shaking as she tried to sit up. She found herself to be sitting in her own futon bed in the mansion of her adoptive parents, icey blue eyes staring down at her with concern.

"W…what…happened?" Shasta groaned, rubbing her face in a bid to rid herself of her sleepyness.

"Appears that you passed out on the ride over…" came a voice she instantly recodnized as belonging to 'Sven'. Rubbing her eyes, she found herself face to face with the raven haired man, who was kneeling by the side of the bed. He looked tired and sleep deprived, but his eyes were alert and alive, as they always were…

He let out a yawn and moved to seat himself beside her, arching his back in a much-needed stretch. "So, how'd things go in the past?" he queried, running a had through his untidy mass of raven black locks.

"How…d'ya know about that?" Shasta queried, bringing her knees to her chest as she glanced puzzled at him, brow furrowed in confusion.

"The boy you were with…he told me everything. Shasta, why did'nt you tell me you were off to change history?" Seventeen said exasperatedly, placing one hand tenderly on her cheek.

"I thought you'd say no…" the young red-head whispered, turning away from him. One hand reached up to massage her throbbing forehead, feeling the blood rush erraticly under her skin. Her stomach was clenched into a knot and she felt oddly dizzy. Groaning, she got out of bed and almost tripped over her skateboard in a bid to reach the bathroom in time.

Seventeen, concerned by her actions, followed her and watched in horror as she violently threw up into the toilet. "Oh my Kami…! Are you alright?!" he yelled, sinking to his knees beside her as she retched. He rubbed her back gently, holding her hair from her face as she buried her head in the porceclain bowl..

"What's wrong with…me….?!" Shasta groaned, hiccoughing slightly. Seventeen put an arm around her shoulder, his face unreadable as he stared into her eyes.

"Shasta…….are you….?"

But the red head could'nt reply. Her stomach had just given an almighty lurch and once again, her head disappeared into the bowl as horrible retching noises echoed off the cold tiled walls of the bathroom..

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Once she had recovered from her vomiting spell, the young red head made her way downstairs, staggering into the kitchen, were she found Seventeen and Trunks sitting at the table, expressions unreadable.

"Hey…..how're you feeling?" Trunks queried softly, looking up at her with deep sapphire eyes full of concern. Shasta sat down in front of the pair and folded her arms on the table, resting her chin upon them. "I'll live.." she croaked, glancing around the dimly lit kitchen.

"Where's the bitch?"

Trunks looked quizzically at Seventeen, brow furrowed in confusion. The raven haired man shook his head in amusement and sighed. " She means my wife. No, she ran off with the midget next door about a week ago…"

"A week ago? But we we're only gone for two days!" Shasta exclaimed in alarm. Seventeen shrugged and took a dreg from his coffee mug. He sighed heavily and loosened his shirt collor before giving the young red head a sad look.

"Both of you, I have a confession to make.."he said, staring down into the dark brown water in his mug. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Shasta…what I'm about to tell you is going to seriously alter what you think of me… but I want you to hear my side of the story. I kindly ask for no interuptions, please."

"What are you talkin' about, Sven?" Shasta queried. The raven haired man sighed and shook his head.

"My name's not Sven. It's Seventeen….the one who played a role in the destruction of Satan City 10 years ago.."

Trunks eyes widdened, a look of intermingling shock and disgust upon his face. Shasta jumped up from her chair, her eyes darkened. She backed away untill she was pressed against the wall, her eyes never leaving the man she thought she once knew.

"You…….you….you killed Gohan…..my….my family…." She said, her voice an icy whisper, eyes narrowing dangerously. Seventeen stood up and held out his hands before him, a look of pleading upon his rugged features.

"You…you don' know, Kitty-"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!!"

Seventeen whinced at this. He sighed and sat back down in his chair, one hand reaching to run through his raven black hair. He looked up at his adoptive daughter with sadness in his ice coloured eyes, silently begging for forgiveness..

Trunks glared at the android, his face like thunder. One hand balled into a fist by his side.. "You killed my father…for your own pleasure….you bastard….YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!" he screamed, reaching to land a strong punch on Seventeen's left cheek.

The android groaned and coughed up a tiny amount of blood, along with several of his own teeth. He rubbed his jaw where Trunks had punched him and looked up pleadingly. "I deserved that…" he croaked, turning his gaze to the dirty wooden floor beneath his feet.

"You deserve far worse things…things worse than death…I'm going to make you suffer, make you feel all the pain you inflicted on my family!" The lavender haired demi-Saiyen growled, ki flaring to dangerous levels. However, a gentle hand grasping his shoulder prevented him from bursting into Super Saiyen. He turned to look pleadingly at Shasta.

She stared deep into his sapphire eyes with her own emerald green pair. "Maybe he deserves to be beaten to a bloody pulp, but that's only going to lower you to his level of scum. At least let us hear his side of the story before we condemn him." She whispered, brows furrowed.

"But-"

"Judge not, lest ye be judged."

Seventeen smiled gratefully at the young red-head. "Thank you, Sha-"

The cat-girl turned to glare coldly at him, her eyes burning into him like lasor beams. She motioned for him to remain seated as she sat down in front of him, her mouth nothing more than a thin line.

"Shut up. Now… tell us your side of the story. Tell me why you killed my uncle…why you killed all that I loved and held dear to my heart.." she said, her voice unnervingly calm and collected. Seventeen stared into her eyes, trying to tell her how much he regretted his actions, but all he could find was hatred. He took a deep breath and sighed heavily.

"Perhaps I should start from the beginning…"

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Ten Years Before….

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"Eighteen, should we really be doing this? There's not much point to it all…" Seventeen said exasperatedly as he walked along the sidewalk behind the lethally blonde android as they headed towards an enormous corperate building, at least 100 storeys high…

The shapely blonde turned to glance at her partner behind her back, a scowl upon her features. "Oh, c'mon, Seventeen! I'm tired of robbing liquer stores and and pharmacys! If we want a reputation as criminals, we gotta strike fear into the people, baka!"

The raven haired android sighed heavily and shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing up at the upper floors of the building with a sense of uneasiness. "I dunno, Hunny-Bunny…this is a whole lot different than robbin' a liquer store…I mean, DAMN! Killin' people for the sake of it?!"

Eighteen sighed and turned into a bak alley, Seventeen close behind her. "Listen to me, Sev…If we blow up the building, there'll be a bounty on our heads… we'll be FAMOUS! Like Mikey and Mallory…Butch Cassidy and Jesse James…. Bonnie and Clyde! Don't you wanna be famous, Pumpkin?" she said, pressing the raven haired android against the brick wall, her light grey eyes flickering seductively.

"There are other ways to get famous that don't involve killing people!" Seventeen exclaimed, trying to ignore the fact that the blonde was trapping him between herself and the wall.

"Sorry, Sugah… but this is the only way we'll go down in history…" she purred in his ear. "Besides, if you really loved me, you'd do it. After all, you DID say you'd do ANYTHING to please me…"

Seventeen sighed and rubbed his face in exasperation. "Eighteen…I don't wanna become a murderer…robbin' a few booze stores is one thing but murder…I don't wanna go to jail! Do you have any idea what they DO to guys like me in jail?!" he said, going wide eyed.

Eighteen drew her lip in, her eyes taking on a hurt expression. "You don't love me…"she whimpered, on the verge of 'tears'…

"No, no, Hunny-Bunny! I do love you! I love you more than anything!"

"Then prove it. Blow up the Stock Exchange building. Tonight."

The raven haired teen sighed heavily and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. "…As you wish."

This was met with a satisfied noise, followed by Eighteen's lips on his own. "Mmmm… good boy. Now…we have at least 4 hours till nightfall…" she looked around the alleyway. It was deserted… she smirked and kissed Seventeen roughly, delving her tongue into his mouth as she snaked one hand down the front of his jeans.

"D…Don't…" Seventeen groaned, but it was useless. Eighteen was the dominant one in this relationship and she'd never stop till she got her way, even with him. He let out a raspy sigh, ignoring the feeling of his girlfriend's hand down his trousers… why did'nt he end this when he had the chance?

Then he remembered…

…The sex was damn good…

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A low sigh escaped Seventeen's lips as he peered out of the enormous window before him, over looking a view of Satan City, watching the tiny ant-like people below go about their buisness. He was inside an office on the 134th floor of of the building, sitting on a desk in front of the window. He was kicking himself inside. WHY was he doing this? WHY did he let Eighteen boss him around like this?

He was being manipulated…he was a puppet and Eighteen was the puppet master.

A weak chuckle escaped Seventeen's lips as he hummed the opening lines to 'Master Of Puppets', wallowing in his own guilt…

"#Enter passion play…crumbling away… I'm your source of self destruction…#" he hummed softly, getting up from the desk and pacing around the office, wondering if he should just end this charade once and for all…

"#Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear…lean-ing on your death's construtsion…#" he hummed, folding his arms over his chest. Eighteen was not going to happy when he told her the news…He sighed and continued humming, pacing endless around the ramshackled office…

The door suddenly swung open, and in steps the blonde herself. She smirked, holding up a small box with a T-shaped plunger. "The bomb's rigged, Pumpkin…let's get this party started!"

The raven haired android sighed heavily. "You're insane…"

"I know… and I love every minute of it!" she squealed, planting a soft kiss on his lips, closing her eyes as her arms snaked around his neck before pushing down the plunger. The floor beneath them shook violently and all at once, the sound of innocent people screaming could be heard. Eighteen smirked against her lover, her fingers running through strands of silken ebony, her icy grey eyes glinting maniacly.

Seventeen bowed his head in defeat.

What had he done..?

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About a year or so later…

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Seventeen walked silently down the dirty tarmac road, not really caring were he was going… all he wanted was to be alone with his thoughts…to wallow in his own self-loathing, away from Eighteen…

A soft sigh escaped his lips, breath visable in the cold December air. His cold blue eyes looked up into the sky as delicate snowflakes fell from a sky of dark black, his boots padding softly in the crisp white snow. All around him, he could see people going about their buisness, bustling about in a bid to buy last minute Christmas gifts. Seventeen never truly cared for Christmas, due to the fact that Dr.Gero and Eighteen completely over looked this particular holiday…

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his snug-fitting jeans and walked onward, listening to the sound of the passersby…

He soon came to a deserted street, eerily silent save for the very faint sounds of the inner city in the distance…He was standing before a great, red brick building, covered in years of moss and mould, the brickwork slightly decayed. There was no-one around save for a young girl, 11 years old at the least, sitting on the steps of the building in a thin pair of denium dungerines, emerald eyes staring absently out onto the snow.

Seventeen cocked his head to one side, wondering what she was looking at…

"Trunks…" he heard the young girl whisper, watching as she buried her head in her hands and cried softly, her entire body shaking in a mixture of sadness and cold.

The raven haired android felt an overwealming urge to comfort this young girl, a pang of guilt in his heart. No doubt, he had robbed her of the one she called 'Trunks', all because he valued his own life than countless others…but now he could make up for his past sins… maybe not entirely, but still…he could give this girl another chance…

Walking through the snow, he kneeled down before her, a good 2 feet seperating them…

"Hey, miss…what are you doing out here all alone? You'll freeze!" he said gently, a tiny smile playing on his lips. The girl looked up, brushing a stray strand of cherry red from her eyes, forever cold and vacent.

"The cold does not bother me…I've felt worse things in life…" her voice was far away and distent, with the air of mourning in it's quiet tone.

Seventeen moved forward and sat down on the step beside her. "Your parents..they..they died that day…?"he whispered.

The girl turned away from his look, burying her head in her hands once more as she wept, her shoulders heaving as she cried..

Seventeen could feel his heart break inside his chest as he watched this, his guilt paining him more than ever. He had hurt this girl, no doubt…but now, he was going to set things right once and for all…

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"….And that's basically the whole sorrid story.." Seventeen said as he finished his tale, head bowed in shame as he felt a pair of emerald green eyes bare down upon him. Shasta walked towards him, her expression unreadable.

"..Part of me….part of me knew that it was you…who killed them….but I refused to believe it.. untill now, that is.."

The raven haired man looked up at this, his eyes searching hers.

"Shasta-chan…please forgive me. Believe me when I say that I've regretted that day ever since it happened…but I have never regretted, not for one second, adopting you and giving you a place to live..nothing can ever erase the pain I inflicted all those people..but at least I was able to give someone a second chance… I'm not asking you for anything except for your forgiveness. I made one foolish mistake and as long as I'm alive, I'll forever regret it…"

Trunks took a step forward, his brow furrowed dangerously. The red-head placed one hand on his chest and shook her head, motioning for him to remain quiet. She turned to glance over at the raven haired man, her face sad and stony.

"….I suppose I could forgive you…with time……..after all, you WERE more of a father to me than my biological one, so I guess that accounts for something….but it still won't bring back Uncle Goku or Cousin Gohan….or Trunks' family…."

"Shasta, I-"

"I don't know what to think right now……" Shasta whispered, staring down at her feet. "….I'm going away for a while..to think things over…I need to take all this into account."

Trunks cocked his head to the side and gazed curiously at her. "Where do you want to go?" he whispered gently, stroking her shoulder soothingly. The red-head did not reply, but instead, looked up into his eyes, her own full of sorrow. The lavender haired teen understood and wrapped her into an embrace.

"I'm sorry…for everything I've ever done…" Seventeen whispered, his voice hoarse with supressed tears. He got up from his seat and walked towards the back door, his entire body shaking. Glancing over his shoulder one last time at the pair of teenagers, he shook his head and exitted the room, the door banging shut behind him…

"I..I can't believe..that all this time….he …he was the one responsible.." Trunks whispered, hands clenching involentarily into fists as he shook with pent up rage.

"This is a shock to me too, Trunks….I can't quite forgive him..but he IS my father… if not in blood, then in spirit….he was more of a father to me than Yamcha ever was…I just need some time…" Shasta sighed, leaning against his chest and nuzzling against him.

Trunks rested his chin ontop of her head and held her close to him, rocking her very gently in his arms. "……You wanna get out of here?" he whispered. The red-head nodded and wiped away a few tears she never realised she had shed. An eerie silence hung in the air as they both exitted the mansion, away from the home Shasta thought was her own…

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Waves crashed against the shore, turning the sand a darker shade of gold. The clear, cool ocean water spilled over the couple's feet as they walked along the shore, the sun setting in the distint horizon.

"…Beautiful evening, huh?" Trunks whispered, glanced across the ocean were the sun was slowly sinking into the sea, glowing bright like a gigantic orange dragonball in the sky. Flecks of gold and purple streaked the sky as it slipped from evening into night. A calming breeze blew through the teenager's hair, brushing several strands of silken lavender into eyes of sapphire blue.

"Mmm…it's quite peaceful out here.." Shasta responded, pushing a stray lock of crimson out of her ashen face. As much as she tried to hide it, the lavender haired demi-Saiyen could tell that she was troubled.

He sighed heavily and placed one arm around her shoulders in a comforting way, feeling her head rest on his shoulder in response. They both sat down on a large flat rock looking out to sea, the only sound being that of several seagulls calling into the approching night and the gentle rush of the waves.

"He was an android….all this time, I was in the care of the one who massacared my family….."Shasta whispered, a single tear trickling down her face, leaving a shiny wet trail in it's midst. Trunks pulled her close to him and wiped away her tears with his thumb as he took her chin in his hand.

"I know..I know……this is hard for me too…ssshh…don't cry…it's okay…"he whispered, running his fingers through a mass of crimson spikes. Soft whimpers came from the young red-head, her body shaking as she cried into his chest. They sat like that for what felt like hours..the sun had disappeared into the ocean, replaced by a clear cresent moon, casting a silver glow over the waves.

Shasta had inevitably cried herself to sleep in Trunks' arms, her face buried in his chest and snoring gently, the occassional whimper resounding from her throat. The lavender haired demi-Saiyen smiled softly and picked her up in his arms, a white aura of wispy flames surrounding his body as he flew back to his own home, cradling his beloved like a fragile china doll….

Soon, the black wroth-iron balcony outside his bedroom window came into view, the double doors left open in the hot October heat. Ghost-like tendrils of silvery silk curtains billowed out from the doorframe like tenicles, wanting to entice Trunks inside…he landed softly on the wooden floor of the balcony and sighed to himself. This was probably going to be the last time he ever returned home..

Walking to his room, he lay the sleeping cat-girl down on the bed and tucked her in under the thin sheets. Kneeling by her side, he leaned forward and planted a soft, delicate kiss upon her forehead. Shasta stirred slightly in her sleep but did'nt awaken. Trunks moved to brush a tendril of silken crimson from her face, feeling the soft locks slip through his fingers.

"I'm going out for a while….If I'm not back in the morning, do not worry….I just need to think things over, Shastania-chan.." he whispered softly, placing one last kiss upon her lips before he crossed the room and walked back onto the balcony. Looking back over his shoulder to the sleeping woman, he sighed heavily and took off into the night, the silvery-white flames surrounding his body creating a streak of silver behind him…

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#Oh, what a bea-uti-ful mooorning! Oh, what a beauti-ful daaay!# came the voice of Rosabella as the sound of her singing echoed from the kitchen, rousing the young red-head from a turbulent slumber.

Groaning loudly, Shasta swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat on the edge for a moment, eyes clenched shut as the blood rused around her body. Her stomach felt as thought it had hit by a sledgehammer, she was dizzy and a wave of nausea over came her. Clamping one hand to her mouth, she got to her feet and pulled open the bedroom door, almost knocking over Trunks' foster sister Mia as she raced to make it to the toilet bowl in time.

"Hey, are you alright?" the turquise-haired teenager queried, peering into the bathroom were the crimson haired cat-girl was sitting on the floor, leaning on the toilet for support. She groaned and shook her head, glancing warily up at her.

"M..Mia..go get..your mom…" she croaked before her head promptly disappeared into the toilet again. Mia, slightly alarmed at this, quickly ran downstairs only to return several minutes later with her mother in tow. The bathroom door creaked open as Rosebella stepped into the room, her long green hippy dress swaying with her movement. She closed the door behind her and sat down on the edge of the bathtub, brow furrowed at the sight of Shasta throwing up.

"Shasta, sweetie, I think you should see a doctor.." she said, letting a small sigh escape her lips. The red-head looked up, eyes bleary and close to crying. She nodded and slowly got to her feet, her entire body shaking.

"Yeah, I guess you have a point there……….where's Trunks?"

"Did'nt he come in with you last night?"

The cat-girl wrapped her arms protectively around herself and closed her eyes, ignoring another wave of nausea as it passed over her. "He……tucked me in..but I did'nt feel his warmth beside me at all last night." She said, blushing slightly. Rosabella smiled sadly and placed her hands on the teenager's shoulders.

"He'll turn up sooner or later, child..don't worry. He's been known to wander off by himself to think things over. Trust me. He'll be back any minute now."

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Meanwhile…

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Trunks let out a yawn, the only other sound apart from his breathing. He shifted himself to sit crosslegged on his rock, over looking theview of West Capital City. He was sitting on the very cliff were, ten years before, he had witnessed the city's destruction. He sighed to himself, folding his arms over his chest as a crisp morning breeze ruffled his hair.

He had been out all night, sitting here with only his thoughts for company. He was thinking about what he had found out over the past few days. It had chanced everything..knowing that all this time, his one true love was living with a man that could've murdered her in her sleep. An icy shiver trickled up the lavender haired demi-Saiyen's spine at this thought and he quickly pushed it away, refusing to dwell on that kind of mental image.

He had done a lot of soul searching and after many hours of lying awake on his back under the star-studded sky, had come to the conclusion that he could no longer stay in this timeline. There was too much turmoil here…too many bad memories..

He longed to return to the past and be with his true family…his blood….his own kind….and Shasta deserved to have a family too…she had lost so much more than himself, having lost the only people who truly cared for her….she deserved a chance to rebuild her life and escape all the pain that life in this world had to offer..

Trunks ran a hand through his hair, letting another loud yawn escape his lips. As tired as he was, he did not feel like sleeping. He had to inform Shasta of this disceasion, for it could change both of their lives forever….

With a rush of white flames, he took to the skys like a flash, leaving behind a trail of silver light as he sped off towards his foster parents' house….

Soon, he had landed outside the handsome oak pine porch deck, were he found Mia and Shasta sitting on the swinging bench, glancing out at the view of the ocean dead ahead. Upon his arrival, the older girl jumped up and ran towards him, flinging her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

"Trunks! Where have you been?! I've been out of my mind all day!" Shasta cried, holding the lavender haired man at arm's length. He smiled weakly and brushed a lock of soft crimson out of her eyes. Glancing over at Mia, who was watching the scene with a smirk, he motioned her to go inside so that they could have some privacy. Once the 14 year old was gone, the two teenagers sat down on the swing, leaning into each other.

"I'm sorry I worried you..I just needed to clear my head for a while..you understand, right?" he whispered, stroking her shoulder tenderly. Shasta nodded and rested her head on his shoulder, letting a sigh escape her lips.

"Hai..that I do…I was just worried when you did'nt show up for breakfast.. it's not like you to miss a meal!"

Trunks chuckled at this, shaking his head in amusement. He cupped her chin in his and and gazed lovingly into her eyes. "There are more important things to worry about, sweetheart.."he whispered, kissing her gently. The red-head sighed into the kiss, her hands reaching up to stroke his hair. She pulled back for a moment and smiled weakly.

"You wish to return to the past.." she said, in a voice unlike her own.

Trunks' eyes went wide at this. "How'd you know..?"

"I'm not sure myself, actually…but I do know this…" she replied, placing both hands on either of his cheeks. "…I'll go to the ends of the earth for you…I will follow you through the darkest forrests..through the hotest deserts…through the coldest valleys…I'll even follow you into Hell and back…..and I will follow you into the past. " she whispered, slowly sealing the gap between their lips with a deep, sensual kiss.

The lavender haired demi-Saiyen slowly snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her close as they kissed, feeling each others heat radiate from their bodies..

"I..I feel the same way about you, Shastania-chan….I'd never let anything happen to you.."he said, pressing his forehead gently against hers. She smiled softly and stroked his cheek with her index finger.

"Mmmmm…I love you.." she whispered, closing her eyes as he cradled her in his arms.

"As I do you.." he whispered softly, resting his chin on the top of her head and closing his eyes as they swung gently in the seat, a cool, ocean breeze blowing around them. It was a perfect moment…just sitting in a peaceful silence with a loved one…

Nothing could spoil this moment…..

"Oh, is'nt that precious!"

The two teens opened their ees, slightly alarmed, at the sound of Rosabella's voice as she leaned against the doorframe smiling down at them both. The two lovebirds blushed feverishly and quickly got up from their seats.

"No need to be bashful, dears! I was young once!" the raven haired woman giggled, relishing the embarassed looks on the elder woman's face. She shook her head in amusement and glanced over at Shasta.

"Oh, Shastania…the doctor's office called. They had a cancellation so you can go see him today. I made you an appointment for one o' clock, so get movin'!"

Trunks blinked in confusion, turning to the red head with his head cocked to one side. "Doctor's appointment?"

"Uh..yeah….I was throwing up this morning….and let's face it, Trunks..I can't just ignore it and hope it goes away!" Shasta replied, leaning against his arm as she shook her head. She glanced back over at Rosabella and smiled.

"I'll be ready in just a sec, 'kay?"

The elder woman nodded and headed back inside, leaving the two teenagers out on the porch. Trunks sat back down on the swinging bench, leaning forward slightly with his arms in his lap as he looked up at his beloved. "Makes sense….do you want me to come with you?"

Shasta smiled. "I'd like that." She said. Glancing at her watch, she sighed and folded her arms. "I better get ready…I have to be down there in a half hour.."

The lavender haired demi-Saiyen nodded and watched as she scooted up the few steps leading to the front door and disappeared inside….

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About thirty minutes later….

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Emerald green eyes scanned the waiting room, seeing many people in various states of ill. Broken legs, chest colds, head trama…every kind of imaginable illness and injury was to be found in the waiting room of West Capital General Hospital. Shasta glanced to her right, were Trunks was sitting reading a magazine. Looking curiously at the cover, she found it to be a very old, dog-eared copy of Bizarre! . The headline on the front was "World's Fattest Couple Has World's Fattest Baby!", featuring a badly-doctored photograph of a Japanese family.

Trunks appeared to be unamused, however, as he soon tossed aside the magazine in favor of leaning back in his chair with his arms folded behind his head and an expression of extreme bordom on his face.

Shasta giggled at this, shaking her head in amusement at the meer sight of him. He looked so child like and cute went he pouted, brows furrowed and eyes staring directly up at the cracked ceiling, a sigh escaping his lips. He turned to look at her, pout replaced by a shy smile as he moved one of his hands to clasp around one of hers. She smiled and nuzzled against him, only just closing her eyes when….

"Ms.Musashi?" came a scratchy, dead-tone voice. The red-head groaned in annoyance of having the little moment ruined, and stood up, brushing the creases from her denium dungerines and black t-shirt. She motioned to Trunks, who mimiced her movents, and soon, they found themselves following an elderly, chain-smoking nurse down a long corridor before turning into a large clinic filled with various medical instruments, including a bed, heart paddles and some very strange looking metal objects laid out on a tray that looked a bit like a set of salad thongs.

The door closed over softly as a man in a crisp white doctor's jacket entered room, peering at the pair through a pair of extremly thick, black rimmed glasses which seemed to magnify his eyes ten fold. He ran a hand absently through what remained of his wirey white hair and took a seat at his desk.

"Good day to you both! I'm Doctor Fishbourne and it's lovely to meet you! Now..er….which one of you is the patient?" he said, in a friendly, American-accented voice. Shasta pointed to herself, looking slightly nervous.

"Aaah! Good, good! Well, come take a seat on this here bed and I give you a check up.."

"Uh..should I leave..?" Trunks queried, moving to get up from his seat. The doctor raised a hand .

"Oh, no…you can stay if you wish..if you must leave, I'll inform you.. Now then, Ms…" he asked kindly, turning to Shasta, who had seated herself comfortably on the large leather bed-come-sofa. She grinned sheepishly and said her name, which the doctor promptly wrote down on his clipboard. He put on a stetoscope and proceeded to do what every doctor does on a routine check up: monitor her heartbeat, take her blood pressure, look in her ears and throat and so on.

"Well, you seem perfectly healthy, a side from some slight inflamation of the throat…..now, tell me..have you been throwing up recently? This could account for the redness.." Dr.Fishbourne queried, as Shasta sat down in front of his desk. She gave Trunks a sideways glance before turning her attention back to the doctor.

"Actually yes…it started several days ago after we.." she pointed to herself and Trunks; "..came home from a..er…weekend away outside of the city..I think it might be a bug or something…"

Dr.Fishbourne removed his glasses, breathing on them before wiping them clean with a handful of his white coat before replacing them once more on the bridge of his nose. He put a hand to his chin in thought before reaching into his desk and producing a small cup with a white screw-top lid which he placed before Shasta on the desk.

"Well, we won't know the gist of it without a urine sample. There's a bathroom to your right there."

"Dr.Fishbourne, how long will the result's take?" Trunks queried, looking slightly worried as the red-head got up from her seat, taking the cup and heading towards the bathroom. Once the locked clicked shut behind her, the elderly doctor stroked his chin in though and smiled reassuringly at the young lavender haired demi-Saiyen.

"Oh, it should'nt take too long..a half hour at the very least…I have a slight suspision as to what's wrong with her…"

Sapphire eyes widdened slightly in supprise. "Oh? And that would be?"

Just as Dr.Fishbourne opened his mouth to speak, Shasta returned from the bathroom with a halfway full cup of the sample. She grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of her head, an embarassed blush rising up on her cheeks. "I..er…I did'nt dink much today…" she said, turning-if possible-even redder in the face.

The doctor laughed heartily and took the sample from her, labelling it before placing it into a metal hole-in-the-wall were a nurse was waiting on the other side to bring it to the lab. "If you'll kindly return to the waiting room, I'll have the results back in about fifteen to thirty minutes time."

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About twenty minutes later…

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"Musashi! Ya results are back!" came the same old croaky voice from the chain smoking nurse as Shasta looked up from the game of Travel Scrabble she was playing to pass the time. Taking Trunks by the hand, they both walked into Dr.Fishbourne's office once more where they found him sitting behind his desk, smiling with his hands clasped together on the desk before him.

"Well, doctor, what is it? Is it a stomach bug or..?" Shasta queried, voice trailing off.

Doctor Fishbourne's grin got-if possible-even widder and he inclined his head at Trunks, who blinked in confusion. In one smooth motion, he held out his hand for trunks to shake, grinning broadly at Shasta from across the desk.

"Congradulations! You're pregnant!"

THUD.

Right on cue, Trunks had promptly fallen off his chair in a dead faint, his face drained off all colour. Shasta remained rooted to her seat, eyes widder than they had ever been in her life as she stared in disbelief at Dr.Fishbourne. Slowly, she regained some of her movement, her head slowly shaking as her eyes began to water.

"No…no…noooooo….!" She cried, voice barely above a whisper as she buried her head in her hands. She was pregnant…with Trunk's child…..

She was a teenage mother-to-be…..

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END CHAPTER 7

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To Be Continued

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