Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Days Of Our Lives ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )

~*Days Of Our Lives*~

By Shasta/Vanilla Twist

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z…*sniffle*

Chapter Eight: Dreams

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"HOW CAN I BE PREGNANT?!" Shasta practically screamed, her head appearing to enlarge ten-fold as she stood nose-to-nose with Dr.Fishbourne, who was looking reasonably nervous. He chuckled weakly and polished his glasses with a handful of his coat and motioned for the hysterical red-head to calm down.

Trunks, having recovered from his fainting, slowly climbing into his chair. He look pale and drained, face devoid of all colour except for milk white. His eyes were very wide and his mouth was hanging open slightly. He glanced helplessly at the curtains, praying that someone who pop out from behind and yell "Smile! You're on Candid Camera!" but that moment never came.

The elderly doctor shook his head and produced a silver sake flask from his desk. "I know this has come as a shock to you-" he said, offering the flask to Trunks, who took it and drank heavily from it.

"No shit, Sherlock!" Shasta snapped, sinking back into her seat looking noticably paler. Dr.Fishbourne aggusted his glasses once more and clasped his hands together on the desk before him, apparently oblivious to the young woman's out burst as he continued.

"-Seeing as how Ms.Musashi here was taking contraceptive pills. As with every medicine, there is always a chance that it might fail and in this case, I believe nature gave you a pleasant supprise." He said with a smile.

The two teenagers looked worriedly at each other.

"Pleasant supprise..?! PLEASANT SURPRISE?! I'm a goddamn gymslip mom, for cryin' out loud!" Shasta cried, placing a hand to massage her temples. She got up and began pacing around the office, her head throbbing painfully. A sigh escaped her lips as she turned to face Trunks, who had regained some of the colour in his face. He smiled weakly at her and ran a hand through his hair, letting out a deep sigh.

"My own mother was my age when she was pregnant with me…and she died during childbirth..!" the red-head said, her voice dropping it's angery tone for one of fear and sadness. Dr.Fishbourne's eyes darkened. He shook his head and got up from his seat, leaning on the desk with his arms folded.

"I can understand your feelings…but in my opinion, I think it's great you're having a baby…after all, it's a signifigant symbol of the love between two people…but if you feel so resentful towards the foetus, there are the options of abortion…"

There was a gasp of shock from Trunks and once again, the colour drained from his face.

"-Adoption.."

A shudder from Shasta..

"Or you can keep it."

A long silence followed this statement, in which they all stared at each other. The tension in the air was so thick it could've been cut with a knife. It was a long time before anyone spoke, the silence finally being broken by Trunks, who cleared his throat and folded his arms before him before speaking.

"Now that I've gotten over the shock of it….well………I kinda like the idea of being a…a….a…father.." he said timidly, casting a nervous glance at Shasta, who looked as though he'd just slapped her in the face. Her mouth fell open, eyes widdening to a degree.

"Oh no..no, no, no! Aaaagh! Trunks! Do you have any idea how much is put in to raising a child?! Two a.m feedings..three am feedings..and not to mention the pain of childbirth..and the fiancial situation..AARGH!! We don't even have a place of our own to raise it! How are we gonna get through this?"

The lavender haired demi-Saiyen stood up and took one of the red-head's hands, staring deep into her eyes. "We'll find a way…we always do.."

Dr.Fishbourne cleared his throat loudly. "Um..well….." he stammered. The two teenagers looked up, their faces darkened. A bead of sweat trickled down the elderly man's temple as he cleared his throat and straightened his tie.

"Um…may we see how far along you are now?" he continued, motioning for Shasta to follow him in through a door behind his desk. Curious, Trunks followed suit, walking into a room that was fashioned simalarly to a dentist's office, except rather than a reclining chair, there was a large bed were several monitors lay inert at the left side.

"I think this will be most interesting." Dr.Fishbourne said to Trunks, who was watching with curious intrest as he ushered Shasta to lie down on the bed and pull up her shirt enough to reveal her toned stomach. Her brows arched in wonder as the doctor switched on one of the monitors and attached several electrodes to her stomach.

"What's he doing?" Shasta whispered to Trunks, who shrugged in a 'my-guess-is-as-good-as-yours' kind of way, only for them to be interupted by a small , pulsating sound…

Dr.Fishbourne turned the monitor around for them to see a black and white clip of a potatoe-shaped blob onscreen, moving gently every now and then.

"This is your baby." He said tenderly, a large smile on her face. The two teenagers remained silent, staring in disbelief at the screen as the foetus shifted about, one unrefined hand moving up to it's mouth as it sucked on the blob were it's thumb was located. The pulsating sound of a heartbeat could clearly be heard throughout the room as the sound echoed off the tiled walls.

"That's…that's our baby…"Shasta whispered softly, eyes never leaving the monitor as she reached out to take one of Trunks' hands. He smiled and rested his chin on the top of her head, his other arm wrapped around her shoulders.

"This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen….." he breathed. She looked up at him, her emerald green eyes shining with the unmistakable twinkle of an expectant mother.

"You're gonna be a daddy.." she whispered softly.

Dr.Fishbourne smiled and glanced at the monitor with his head cocked to one side. Using the end of a pen, he pointed to the mid-section of the foetus.

"Okay…well, by the looks of things..you're having a little girl.."

"A girl…?" Shasta breathed, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. The elderly doctor nodded slowly.

"Yup…boy, this foetus sure grew fast….you say the symptoms started only a few days ago and yet, it looks just like a four month old foetus…! Remarkable!" he said, aggusting his glasses and pressing his nose against the screen. Trunks grinned widely.

"Saiyen cells. The gestation period for our species is less than four months. The women have a quick pregnacy so they can fight sooner. Dad told me when I was seven..during the old 'birds and bees' talk.."

Shasta's eyes widdened at this. "You're kidding…please tell me you're kidding!"

"I never doubt my father's words…" he replied. He then leaned down so that he was practically nose to nose with her. "…..so…is that a yes on keeping our daughter..?"

The red-head smiled bashfully and turned away, stroking her chin and closing her eyes as a content sigh escaped her lips.

"Yes….let's keep her.." she whispered, turning to face him. A smile crept across the lavender haired demi-Saiyen's lips as he slowly filled the gap between them, pressing his lips against hers in a soft, gently kiss as she ran her hands through his hair.

Dr.Fishbourne turned and exited the room, a smirk upon her face.

<Showing them the scan of the foetus……works like a charm!> he thought triumphantly to himself…..

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A sigh escaped Shasta's lips as she felt the pleasently warm water trickle gently down her lightly tanned skin. Reaching out for the shampoo bottle, she felt a pair of strong, muscular arms encircle her waist, one hand gently caressing her stomach, tracing invisable patterns with slender fingers. Smiling, she turned around, her eyes meeting with Trunk's own sapphire blue pair as he pulled her close against his chest, goosebumps rising up on their naked skin as the warm spray of water cleansed their bodies of impuritys.

"Kinda hard to believe I'm carrying a child…." She whispered, reaching up to run her fingers through his soaking wet hair, planting a delicate kiss on the demi-Saiyen's lips. He purred softly, fingers caressing her back and spine as he deepened the kiss, one hand moving up to stroke her cheek.

"Mmmm……not A child…OUR child…. I still can't believe it….seems like only yesterday WE were children. Now we're having one of our own…" he whispered, moving his free hand to rest on Shasta's toned stomach. She let out a content sigh and placed her hand over his, leaning in to rest her head on his shoulder.

"….It feels like a dream…"

Trunks cupped her chin and tilted her head up to gaze longingly into her eyes. "If it is a dream, I sure as hell don't wanna wake up.."

Once again, their lips met in a sweet kiss. As the last of the bubbles slowly trickled down the drain, the two lovebirds wrapped themselves in a large towel, only for it to fall off as they both scrambled through the ajoining door leading into Trunks' bedroom. Thankfull that his family was out for the evening, they both collasped on the mushy, extrely comfortable duvet , their lips pressing together almost feverishly.

Trunks lay on his back against the soft, feather-stuffed duvet, Shasta lying on top of him as her hands caressed and touched and stroked every inch of his body. He purred softly, his hands reaching to mimic her actions by caressing the delicate tan skin of her spine. He moved to place a deep, passionate kiss on her lips, his hands moving all over her body, still soaked to a degree with beads of water trickling down her back.

"Aaagh!" Shasta gave a great yelp of supprise as Trunks ran his thumb over a small scar at the very base of her spine. He sat up, looking concerned and held her close, kissing her appologeticlly.

"Gomen! I'm sorry! What..what happened?"

The red-head smiled weakly and wrapped her arms around his neck, positioning herself in his lap as she gave him a sheepish look. "My tail spot…." She mumured, nuzzling against his chest. He let out a sigh and held her close, feeling the warmth radiate from her body. Shifting slightly, he pulled the duvet over them both and took each of her hands in his own, entwining their fingers as he looked deep into her eyes.

"Sorry…. I did'nt know that spot was…er…sensitive…" he whispered, moving to stroke her cheek. She smiled lovingly at him and leaned in towards his ear.

"I know one that's even MORE sensitive.." she purred softly, moving one hand down to stroke the tip of his arousal. A soft moan escaped the demi-Saiyen's lips as he thrust his hips upwards, silently pleading for her to continue. Shasta responded by kissing him passionatly, tongue timidly poking at his mouth, unsure of what to do. She may not be a virgin any more but she was still somewhat inexperienced when it came to this kind of thing..still, what she lacked in experience she more than made up for in entusiasm. Slowly, she moved her hand along his arousal, feeling him shiver beneath him. Trunks placed his hand over hers and guided her along, his breathing hot and fast on her face.

"Aaaah.." he groaned in pleasure, his back arching as he bucked his hips against her, beads of sweat trickling down his temple and a crimson blush rising up on his cheeks. Shasta leaned in to kiss him as she swept her hands along his length at a faster pace, knowing that he was near release. A cry of ecstasy escaped the demi-Saiyen's lips as he finally came, his juices coating his lover's hand.

Shasta smirked and moved her hand to lick at his juices, lapping it up greedily like a cat. Shaking in the aftermath of his orgasm, Trunks slowly pulled her into his lap, his hands gently holding her hips as she probed his mouth with her tongue, their lips practically mashing together.

Together, they moved their hips in a slow, lingering rthymn, lightning bolts of pleasure sending goosebumps on their now sweat-soaked skin.

Shasta groaned softly, burying her head in his shoulder as he thrusted slowly, hands fondling her breasts, his thumbs brushing against hardened nipples. Trunks moved his hands down her stomach towards her navel, his fingertips barely brushing the taunt skin. Dropping his hand down towards the small patch of cherry coloured curls that covered her enterence, the lavender haired demi Saiyen rubbed his thumb along that sensitive little ball of nerves, feeling her shiver in delight at his touch.

"Ohhh….Trunks….!" the red-head groaned, her nails scraping against his back as she clung to him, grinding her hips into his. Trunks groaned softly and quickened his pace as he thrusted, his free hand holding Shasta against him as she arched her back enough for her head to touch the matteress, a loud shriek escaping her lips. She was making those sounds for him and him alone…she was crying out his name…she was binded to him and only him…

Trunks let a feral growl escape his throat as he pushed her back against the bed so that she was directly beneath him. He moved his lips along her throat, kissing her feverishly as he came to the little spot were the tendons met. Without any sense of thought, he sank his teeth into her neck, deep enough to draw a tiny trickle of blood. Breathing hard, he lapped greedily at the crimson fluid, feeling Shasta's nails dig even deeper into his back.

She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, burying her head into the crook of his neck and returning the bite, leaving a tiny cresent-shaped scar near his jugular vein. Together, their bodies rocked in time, moans of pleasure and the calling of each other's names piercing the air.

With one final growl, Trunks arched his back as he released once more, at the exact moment Shasta had let out a shriek that was loud enough to crack the windows. Several minutes past as their orgasm faded down into a pleasant after-climax tingle, goosebumps rising up on sweatsoaked skin. Shasta leaned in to kiss her lover passionatly on the lips, hooking one leg over his hip as she shifted into the spoons position.

Breathing heavily, Trunks rolled onto his side, hooking his leg over her hip as he gazed upon the body of his lover, clad in only a very thin white cotton sheet which hugged every single delicate curve. One of her hands was resting on her stomach, the other resting around his shoulders as she leaned on her side against her pillow, looking up at him lovingly. The lavender haired man planted a soft butterfly kiss on her lips, placing his hand over his and feeling the tiniest bump on her stomach.

"I love you, Shasta-chan…" he whispered softly, pressing his forehead against hers. She sighed contently and closed her eyes, leaning into him.

"I love you too, my purple haired angel…" she breathed, nuzzling her head into his shoulder. Laying on his back, Trunks wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her close, not wanting to ever let her go. He sighed softly as he buried his face in her mane of her now bed-tangled ruby red hair, smelling the essence of wildflowers and exotic fruits. God, how he loved that smell… no other woman made him feel the way she did…his heart belonged only to Shasta …and now she was carrying his baby.

A mixture of them both.. a little bit of himself and a little bit of her…fused together to create a new life…

A child…

….Their child…..

…he was going to be a father….

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Morning sunlight flooded the bedroom,casting a soft, honey-coloured glow upon it's occupants. Trunks stirred slightly in his sleep, moving to wrap his arms around his mate….only to find an empthy space next to him. Blinking, he slowly opened his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, squinting in the morning light as it shone brightly in his face. He sat up and glanced around the room, wondering were Shasta had gone…

No sooner had the thought run through his head, did the red-head emerge from the ajoining bathroom, dressed in one of Trunks' oversized white shirts and a pair of baby pink panties that only just peeked out from the hem of the shirt. She was noticably paler but smiled none-the-less and crawled across the bed to snuggle next to him.

"Heeey….I missed you…" Trunks whispered, kissing her forehead and buring his face in her untidy mass of just-got-out-of-bed curls. She sighed and leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and nuzzling against him.

"Morning sickness….." she mumured, patting her stomach gently as an exasperated sigh escaped her lips. Trunks chuckled and hugged her close, gently rubbing his hands along her forearms.

"I wish I could do something about that…" he whispered, moving to rest an ear against her stomach. Shasta glanced down curiously at him, running her fingers through his hair as he stroked her tiny bump lovingly. He smiled and looked up at her with that boyish grin of his, his sapphire blue eyes glistening.

"You have a widdle baby growning inside of yoo-oou!" he said in a babyish voice, causing Shasta to giggle and playfully slap his shoulder.

"Silly boy…." She started, but was suddenly cut short. She gasped in alarm and placed both hands on her stomach, eyes widdening. Trunks jumped up in fright, a look of worry plastered across his face.

"What's wrong..?!" he queried, taking one of Shasta's hands in his own. She let a weak chuckle escape her lips as she gazed at him. She glanced down at her stomach and laughed heartily.

"She's kicking me!"

Trunks blinked, eyes widdening. Without saying a word, he pressed his palm against his lover's stomach and lay perfectly still. A few moments passed before he felt a tiny bump under his hand which was unmistakably his baby kicking inside Shasta's womb. He let out a breathless gasp which turned into a chuckle, glancing up at the red-head with his eyes slightly teary.

"Oh my Kami…….!" He breathed. Shasta giggled and stroked his hair lovingly. "Our little girl…." She breathed, bringing him up to plant a soft kiss on his lips. The lavender haired demi-Saiyen sighed into the kiss and stroked her stomach tenderly.

"We're a family…" he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers..

"Ahem…Am I interupting again?"

Shasta looked up in alarm, seeing Mia standing in the doorway clad in her hot pink pajamas, a smirk across her chibi-like face. Trunks shook his head and sighed, giving his foster sister an icy look.

"Don't you ever knock?" he growled, massaging his temples. The blue haired girl giggled evilly and flicked a stray lock of sapphire out of her dark grey eyes.

"I'm your lil' sister, Trunks! T'is my JOB not to knock! Now, Mom's sent me up to tell you that breakfast's ready nd if you don't hurry, you'll be late catching the bus.." she replied, narrowly dodging a pillow thrown by her older 'brother'. Side stepping out of the line of fire, Mia shook her head and smiled when she made eye contact with Shasta.

"Hey, Shaz! How are you feeling today?"

The red-head smiled and inclined her head. "I'm fine, thanks….why don't you go run along? We'll be down in a second."

Mia nodded and gave a two-fingered army salute before closing the door behind her as she exited the room. Trunks looked admirably at his lover, one eyebrow arched.

"You have to teach me how you do that someday…"

A few minutes later, Shasta was peering at her reflection in the mirror that was hung on the inside of Trunk's wardrobe. Clad in only a light pink bra and pantie set, she frowned at her reflection. She did'nt really LOOK pregnant but if she turned slightly to the side, you could just make out the tiniest bump on her other-wise flat stomach. A smile crept across the red-head's face as she placed one hand over her bump. The tiny life inside her kicked gently against her womb as if to say hello.

Shasta smiled to herself and pulled on a long, flowing blue hippy skirt and a white t-shirt with a picture of a dragon rising from a ring of fire on the front. Upon looking at the dragon, the red-head was suddenly reminded of the pentent Arailani had passed to her during her visit to the past. It lay motionless on the bedside table, the emerald green dragon glinting softly in the morning sun. Walking over to the bed, she sat down and picked up the ornate silver chain, fingering it absently for a moment. Her brow furrowed slightly at the thought of what her mother might say if she found out her only daughter was pregnant at eighteen..

Shuddering slightly, she shook the thought from her head and clipped the pentant onto her neck. It dangled down between her collorbones, the tip of the silver sword on which the dragon was coiled around, resting gently against her skin. Quickly pulling on a pair of blue flip flops, Shasta got to her feet and swept a brush through her unruly mass of ruby red hair, tying it into a braid at the back whilst the rest hung loose on her shoulders.

She exitted the room and headed downstairs to the kitchen, where Trunks was sitting at the table reading the day's newspaper. Jack and Rosabella were busy hovering over the stove, their backs to the two teens and Mia was busy shoveling Fruit Loops into her mouth at an ungodly speed.

Upon her entry, Trunks looked up and smiled as he folded over his paper and set it down on the table before him. A soft sigh escaped Shasta's lips as she took in the sight of her mate, dressed in a simple pair of snug fitting jeans and a white silk shirt left unbuttoned at the top, his hair still in it's bed-tangled state.

"Mornin, Shas-chan…" he whispered as she sat beside him. "Good morning, Trunks.." Shasta whispered back, kissing him softly on the lips. Jack turned around and smiled at the sight of them kissing, shaking his head in amusement.

"Alright, you two! Save the mushy stuff for later.. the school bus comes in less than five minutes." He said, grabbing his hat from a hook in the far corner of the kitchen. Trunks looked at Shasta, then back at his foster father with a slightly nervous look on his face.

"Um…actually…we're not going to school today…" he said, gulping slightly. The ashen haired man blinked from under his glasses and arched an eyebrow at the lavender haired teen.

"Oh? And what excuse do you have this time?" Jack asked, sounding somewhat peeved.

Trunks was about to speak when Shasta interupted him, looking paler than usual. "Um..Mr.Matherson..Jack….me an' Trunks…well..we were kinda hopin' to return to the past…. Y'know.. to check up on things.." she said, her voice shaking.

Jack placed a hand to his stubbly chin, looking deeply emersed in thought as he gazed with wonder upon the two teens.

"Hmmm.. It does make sense.. but I don't want you falling behind with your schoolwork, boy!"

Trunks chuckled weakly. "Don't worry, Pops. I'll be sure to hit the books."

The ashen haired man sighed in defeat. "Very well…get your stuff together and I'll prep the capsule.."

Shasta nodded and glanced at Trunks, looking slightly worried. She sighed deeply and placed one of her hands on his, brow furrowed and her eyes darkened. Trunks squeezed her hand gently and kisses her cheek.

"It's alright…." He whispered softly. "..They have to know.."

The red head nodded and got to her feet, clearing her throat loudly to get everyone's attention. A shiver of fear ran down her spine as she felt all eyes upon her, but she refused to be scared. Taking a deep breath, she let it out as a sigh and called for everyone to listen closely.

"I have an announcement to make…..Um…there's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it………..I'm pregnant…a..and Trunks is the father…"

Silence…..

A deathly silence…

"Is…is this true..?" Jack said, his face paler than death. Shasta nodded slowly, bracing herself for what was to come. The ashen haired man sank into his seat, looking wide-eyed. He seemed to shake slightly and his wife, having recovered slightly from the shock, placed her arms around her husband's shoulders and massaged them gently.

"I suppose you're planning on keeping it?" Jack snapped, sounding extremly frustrated. Trunks gulped and nodded slowly.

"Yeah…look, I know this is a shock-"

"Get out! No son of mine would have a child outside of wedlock! Out!" Jack yelled, getting to his feet, Out of habit, Shasta squealed in fright and hid behind her mate, trembling slightly. Trunks held out both arms sheilding her from harm as a pained expression crossed his face, staring hard into the cold grey eyes of his foster father.

"Hey! I love this woman more than life itself! And we're having this baby, married or not! Why can't you accept it?" he yelled, feeling Shasta tremble some more behind him, being one who did'nt like hearing people yell…

"You were brought up in a household where teenage pregnancy is frowned upon, Trunks…." Rosabella sighed, holding her husband back from any attempt on Trunks' life. She shook her head in a sad kind of way.

"Shasta, I'm so sorry….perhaps it would be best if you headed off now..let things cool down a little bit..Jack's just in a state of shock.."

Poking her head out from behind the demi-Saiyen, Shasta nodded slowly and came out from hiding. She took one of Trunks hand and found, to her supprise, that he was shaking with anger. He said nothing, but the red-head could tell he was deeply hurt by what Jack had said. He remained silent as they headed to the aircraft hanger were the time machine was stored and he did'nt speak again untill they were approching the warp tunnel…

"Hey…You alright?" he whispered to Shasta, leaning back against the red leather seat with his arms behind his head after setting the controls to auto-pilot. The red-head nodded slowly and pulled her knees up to her chest, folding her arms on top of him.

"I did'nt expect him to throw us out….that was callous of him.."

The lavender haired teen sighed and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tight and resting his chin attop her head. "I know… I know….but what can we do? Jack's bon of a culture that has strict rules in terms of pregnancy and stuff…."

"I see…" Shasta said quietly, closing her eyes. She snuggled closer to him, feeling the pleasant warmnt of his his ki energy radiate from his body. They sat in silence for a while, the only noise appart from their breathing being the gently hum of the jet boosters and the distent sounds of memories deep within the time tunnel. It was peaceful and calm and all too soon, Shasta had fallen into a deep slumber….

Once again, she found herself within the dark, endless void of nothingness…but this time, the floor was solid beneath her feet. She also had a distinctive feeling that she was not alone. Sure enough, a spotlight shone down before her, revealing the mysterious girl from her previous dream.

She looked different this time, her hair no longer long , wavy and lavender, but rather short and coloured a pale shade of pinkish purple. It was styled just like Trunk's, complete with undercut and she was dressed in a long, sweeping black dress, a black lace cross necklance dangling down from her neck. She looked sadly at Shasta, seeming to float as she walked towards her.

"I hoped we would not have to meet again.." she said, her voice much clearer than before. Her sapphire blue eyes glinted sadly in the dim light and she sat down crosslegged on the floor, never once ceasing eye contact with the bewildered red-head.

"Who are you? Why are you haunting my dreams?" Shasta queried, sitting down in front of the mysterious woman.

She smiled softly and bowed her head low, the three silver hoops in each ear swinging slightly with her movement.

"My name is Trinity Hope Briefs…I'm your daughter."

Shasta's eyes widdened and she fell backwards in shock. Looking up, she saw Trinity standing over her, extending a hand to help her up. Once back on her feet, the two women walked together down the endless tunnel of black, staring at each other.

"How can you be my daughter? Y..You're not even born yet!"

Trinity sighed heavily. "No…I come from the not to distent future, you see. I've tapped into your mind through the use of the psychic Nekonian genes I inherited from you. You are in great danger, Mother. A new evil lies hidden in the past, bidding it's time untill it grows strong enough to feast…stronge enough to kill..it is far more powerful than the androids..or anything else that has walked this earth for that matter…look…"

The lavender haired woman pointed one long, lace covered finger in front of her. A slightly blurred image of a man materialized from the darkness. He was tall and burly, green skin pulled taunt over bulging muscles. His face was white and ghostly, save for two purple stripes on either cheeks. He wore a helmet of green, ending in two sharp spikes at the top with a black ball in the centre. A syringe like tail wiggled behind him, stinger end pointed at nothing in particular. His eyes were meer voids of white and he had an air about him that made Shasta's blood run cold.

"The monster Cell…spawned from the DNA of all the earth's greatest fighters… an unholy beast from the fiery fortress of Hell. He will stop at nothing untill the Z-senshi is dead and he has enslaved the Earth…but there are worse things to come, Mother…far worse than you could ever imagine…"

Shasta's brow furrowed at this, eyes fixed on the image of Cell as it slowly faded to black.

"Why are you telling me this, Trinity?" she whispered, placing one hand over her heart, her eyes darkened.

Trinity bowed her head low. "Do you remember what I showed you in your last dream…? How Father had been felled by his hand? There is great danger in the past, Mother…I beg of you not to return and disturb the unholy creature. He has already destroyed my own world…and now I am the last Saiyen left…but if you are to interfere, there is no telling the damage that would be done to our worlds…"

Slowly, the younger woman faded from view. Shasta out stretched a hand, but Trinity just slipped through her fingers.

"WAIT! There's more I need to know…! WAIT!! TRINITY!!"

But she was gone…

"AAH!!"

Shasta awoke with a start, sweat trickling down her temples. She groaned and sat up in bed, pushing the sheets away from her body.. wait…sheets..? Blinking, the red-head looked around. She was in the room were she and Trunks had slept during their last visit to the past. It was dark and quiet in the bedroom, the only ound being her own breathing. Glancing to her right, she say that the clock on her night stand read 3:00 AM in luminous green letters.

So, they must have reached the past while she was asleep, she assumed. With Trinity's warning still fresh in her mind, Shasta climbed out of bed and changed into a long t-shirt and a pair of shorts, thankfull that she was blessed with terrific night vision. She exitted the room and walked down the hall towards the kitchen before pulling open the fridge door and relishing the feeling of the cool air against her feverishly hot skin.

Her brow furrowed as she pulled open the freezer, reaching in and grabbing a large tub of Carmel Sutra ice cream.

(A/N: *pauses to dribble uncontrably*)

Getting a spoon, she sat down at the table and poked at the creamy carmel and vanilla, mind wandering over the dream. It felt so real..it HAD to be real…but the warning…was Trunks REALLY going to die..?! She shuddered at the thought, not wanting to imagine a world without her beloved. The baby inside her womb gave a small kick in agreement and she leaned back against the chair, sighing heavily and closing her eyes for a moment..

"You're up late, onna.."

"Konichiwa, Vegeta-san.." Shasta said, without opening her eyes. She listened as Vegeta's soft footsteps sounded on the cold tile floor followed by the gentle hum of the fridge generator as he pulled open the door. Opening her eyes, the red-head watched as he reached in for the half-eatten pack of raw cookie dough and kicking the door shut, sat down beside her at the table, taking slow, savoring bites.

"I see you are experiencing cravings for ice cream in your pregnancy.." he said casually, making an extremly satisfied sound as he chewed on the cookie dough. Shasta blinked and dug her spoon into the steadily melting tub of ice cream before her.

"How'd you know?"

The raven haired Saiyen prince smiled softly at her and inclined his head. "The last time you were here, I detected a change in your ki..it was small at first, but I knew instantly of your condition…plus, the boy told me everything."

Shasta chuckled weakly and spooned the heap of carmel and chocolatei nto her mouth, goosebumps rising on her skin as the cold subtence slid down her throat. "I thought that was the case…um…you're not mad or anything, are you?"

Vegeta waved a hand absently in front of him. "Not at all, onna. You've know my son his entire life and you both make a perfect couple…for you to have a child is a blessing from Kami and you have my deepest congradulations."

"Thanks, Vegeta…..where is Trunks, anyway?"

The Saiyen prince shrugged. "I should think he's on the roof, star gazing…either than or he's watching over his chibi self in the nursery.. I must admit, it is very strange to have, on one hand, my baby son just learning to crawl and on the other, my adult son who's about to become a father…two Trunks…the mind boggles.."

Shasta blinked in confusion, staring wide-eyed at Vegeta, a hand reaching up to scratch the back of her head. "Uh………………huh..?!"

Vegeta sweatdropped. <Yes, she is truly related to Katarott, no doubt about that….> he thought in amusement…

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A/N: Gomen nasi!! I'm so sorry for the lapse in updates, but you have NO idea how many times I've re-written this chapter! *mind boggles* I'm so sorry for the long wait!!! But anyways, I hope you're all enjoying the fic so far. If there's any questions you wish to ask, feel free to send me a review or email me at shasta_mac_nasty@hotmail.com . Just be sure to state subject 'Your Fanfic' or something otherwise I'll think it's junkmail and accidently delte it! ^_^ '

Anyways, forgive me if I don't get chapter 9 out for a while, but what with schoolwork and my brother hogging the computer, it 's hard to update on time. Hopefully, I should an update at the soonest every two weeks or so, but please bare with me because I have a hetic offline life! Domo arigato and Sayonara!

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