Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Found in the Mist ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Jzara Sheer 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.22.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 227 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.22.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 227 | Status: Work In Progress
" Why do I always end up talking to you about my dreams?" Trunks sighed up at the ceiling. "We are fast becoming best friends. So wanna tell me your dreams tonight? No….. I guess not. You always were the silent type. Well I guess you know I saw her again," chuckling silently. Boy, I'm going crazy. Why do I keep dreaming about her, he thought as he tucked his hands behind his head. It's been five months since he last held her, touched her, seen her, smelled her.
"Why can't I get her out of my mind! It's over, Trunks Briefs! Over!" he told himself.
The day she finally accepted his call. "It's over Trunks Briefs!" Her voice taunting him. Trunks gripped his hair.
"Shut up!" he yelled.
"Why don't you call her?" Bulma's soft voice filtered into the moonlit room.
Trunks slightly jumped. "Mom. I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" he stuttered with embarrassment. "How much did you hear?"
" You really don't want to know the answer to that one, Son." She sat down beside him on the bed. "I remember the pain I felt when you're father died," she said. Bulma turned to look out the window.
The rays of the moonlight played with Bulma's hair hiding the now noticeable gray in his mother's hair, giving her a more youthful look. She was so different from her old self, yet the same. Trunks often wondered how she would have turned out if it weren't for the androids. He knew her now and he knew the past her too. And she was still as beautiful now as she was then. Though he was sure the "past" Bulma would never let her hair turn gray.
" Mom, why haven't you married again?"
" Trunks, I,… I was never married a first time…." Bulma stated in a low voice, turning her face away from him
Trunks sat up. He reach to pick up a black T-shirt. He put in on and turned on his lamp.
" Mom… " he started.
Bulma blushed. " I, Trunks, I would rather not talk about this," she said taking in the angry expression on his face.
" Mom, are you saying Dad never married you?"
"Trunks, it, I," She stammered, then sighed. " Look Trunks. I, I didn't pressure your father to marry me. He loved me I'm sure but…"
" But Mother! But? There is no "But". If the "honorable" Prince loved you, he should have married you!"
Trunks kicked the blanket to the floor and stood. He began pacing back and forth.
" Trunks Briefs! Maybe I didn't want to marry him! Have you thought of that?" She yelled. "Maybe I …preferred not, not to…" her voice cracked, stopping Trunks in his tracks. Not want to marry Father? Why?
" Mother what do you mean you didn't want to marry Father? Didn't you love him?"
Bulma looked down at her hands then stood and walked over to the window. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders, and turned to him." I don't know," she said squarely.
" Mother! Do you not love him now?"
"Trunks. Your father is gone. Maybe I do love the memory of him. He was a proud man, your father was. I can't say for certain if it would have worked. He was a Saiyan warrior to his core. You went back in time. You saw how it was between us."
' Yes. My mother is human. My father was from another planet called Vegeta. His race is called Saiyan.'
'It's over Trunks Briefs!' 'He was a Saiyan warrior to his core.'
"Nooooo!" Trunks shouted. He walked over to his closet and yanked his jacket off the hanger. He reached to unlock the window.
"Trunks? What's wrong? Where are you going?"
Trunks barely glanced at her before grabbing his sword and flying out of the open window into the dark night.
"Sorry Mother," Trunks whispered into the night. " Gohan, why aren't you here?"
Trunks stood out on his favorite cliff. The place was a comfort. It was the last place he spent time with his mentor, teacher, and friend, Gohan. This was the place where he and Misty first made love. A chilly wind started to blow. The wind whipped through Trunks hair, causing the wispy strands to stir. He put his hands in his pockets and stared out over the city. He raised his face to the heavens and closed his eyes.
When he was with Misty, he was the happiest he had been in a long time. He thought about Bulma. Had she ever been happy? Will she ever be happy? How could I have not seen this? My saiyan heritage has caused more than enough problems. Why did I feel the need to tell Misty?
"I can almost smell her…."
"Maybe I shouldn't have put on so much perfume."
Trunks' body stiffened. He was afraid to open his eyes. He felt a soft touch on his left shoulder. A tingle ran down his back, he shivered beneath her touch.
"I," Misty began hesitantly " I'm sorry Trunks. I, I, knew you would come here…" her voice faded.
"Why are you here?" he asked through gritted teeth. "Why have you invaded my sanctuary?"
"I, I, I wanted to, to see you. I had to. "
Trunks felt her hand began to slide down his arm. He grabbed her wrist and spun to look at her. His breath caught as he laid eyes on her. He hadn't forgotten her beauty but seeing her standing in front of him, his memory didn't do her justice. Her long hair fluttered in the wind. Trunks looked at her closely. He felt her fear, had seen it in her eyes, but was quickly hidden. Misty smiled up at him and leaned in to kiss him. Trunks stepped back.
Something isn't right. Why do I feel fear coming from her? He gripped her shoulders, looking her in the eye. There it was again. The fear. Her eyes darted over her shoulder. She quickly recovered and smiled, then replaced it with a look of hurt
"What's wrong Trunks? Is there someone else already?" she asked softly.
Trunks tore his eyes from her. He let her go as if he had been burned and started to walk around her.
" She wouldn't like me being here with you."
She put her hand on his chest and stopped him.
" There is no one else, is there? No… I know you. You wouldn't come here alone if there was."
" What do you know? I came here plenty of times without you. As I said Misty, why are you disturbing my sanctuary? Leave it and never return. You said it yourself. We are done with-"
" But I've changed my mind, Trunks! I decided I was unfair. I let my temper get the best of me."
Trunks saw the anxiety in her eyes, saw the raise and fall of her chest pick up as she pleaded. No words of love, barely an apology, just what was going on?
"Some words of love, Misty. I'm sure we will be great together. I can't wait to pick up where we left off. Oh wait we left off with you getting into a car with some strange man and riding off down the street. I'm sure that isn't what you envisioned, but that is what I remember. Goodbye"
" How is it that you fly again?" She called out to Trunks who was now walking away from her.
" I don't know, I just do" he said flippantly.
I'm walking out of her life and all she can do is ask how I can fly? Where are her pleas of love? He looked at the soft patch of grass where….
:::::"I'm scared Trunks. This isn't my first time, but I've never felt this way before." She breathed into his ear. "Misty…" he spoke into her shoulder as he…
" STOP!" He shouted.
" My words exactly," came a male hiss.
Trunks saw several red lights suddenly glow around him. From the shadows, men began to walk forward. The lights of their guns all trained on vital body areas. One man stood out from the rest. A gold-tipped cane smite the ground.
"Hello Android." He hissed again. His features were shadowed in the moonlight. " You may not want the girl, but if you don't come along peacefully, I'll have her killed."
He snapped his finger and one gunman turned and shot a second gunman then trained his sights on Trunks again.
"Do you understand? Let me introduce myself. My name is Sharpener. Come along. Get in there."
The lights of a helicopter came on, blinding Trunks for a brief second, before illuminating a vertical box.
" No…. That's the box that android was in! How did he get this?" Trunks heart began racing. He looked over to Misty. A man had a gun 6 inches from the top of her head. He could feel her sobbing.
Trunks stepped into the box, seething as they sealed him inside.
" He is in there, sir"
" Good. You can stop pretending Misty, honey. We did it. I'm sorry about the gun being pointed on you ,but I needed it to look real."
Trunks blinked as his vision began to blur. The light outside dimmed, the voices faded until he was shrouded in complete darkness and peace….
"Why can't I get her out of my mind! It's over, Trunks Briefs! Over!" he told himself.
The day she finally accepted his call. "It's over Trunks Briefs!" Her voice taunting him. Trunks gripped his hair.
"Shut up!" he yelled.
"Why don't you call her?" Bulma's soft voice filtered into the moonlit room.
Trunks slightly jumped. "Mom. I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" he stuttered with embarrassment. "How much did you hear?"
" You really don't want to know the answer to that one, Son." She sat down beside him on the bed. "I remember the pain I felt when you're father died," she said. Bulma turned to look out the window.
The rays of the moonlight played with Bulma's hair hiding the now noticeable gray in his mother's hair, giving her a more youthful look. She was so different from her old self, yet the same. Trunks often wondered how she would have turned out if it weren't for the androids. He knew her now and he knew the past her too. And she was still as beautiful now as she was then. Though he was sure the "past" Bulma would never let her hair turn gray.
" Mom, why haven't you married again?"
" Trunks, I,… I was never married a first time…." Bulma stated in a low voice, turning her face away from him
Trunks sat up. He reach to pick up a black T-shirt. He put in on and turned on his lamp.
" Mom… " he started.
Bulma blushed. " I, Trunks, I would rather not talk about this," she said taking in the angry expression on his face.
" Mom, are you saying Dad never married you?"
"Trunks, it, I," She stammered, then sighed. " Look Trunks. I, I didn't pressure your father to marry me. He loved me I'm sure but…"
" But Mother! But? There is no "But". If the "honorable" Prince loved you, he should have married you!"
Trunks kicked the blanket to the floor and stood. He began pacing back and forth.
" Trunks Briefs! Maybe I didn't want to marry him! Have you thought of that?" She yelled. "Maybe I …preferred not, not to…" her voice cracked, stopping Trunks in his tracks. Not want to marry Father? Why?
" Mother what do you mean you didn't want to marry Father? Didn't you love him?"
Bulma looked down at her hands then stood and walked over to the window. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders, and turned to him." I don't know," she said squarely.
" Mother! Do you not love him now?"
"Trunks. Your father is gone. Maybe I do love the memory of him. He was a proud man, your father was. I can't say for certain if it would have worked. He was a Saiyan warrior to his core. You went back in time. You saw how it was between us."
' Yes. My mother is human. My father was from another planet called Vegeta. His race is called Saiyan.'
'It's over Trunks Briefs!' 'He was a Saiyan warrior to his core.'
"Nooooo!" Trunks shouted. He walked over to his closet and yanked his jacket off the hanger. He reached to unlock the window.
"Trunks? What's wrong? Where are you going?"
Trunks barely glanced at her before grabbing his sword and flying out of the open window into the dark night.
"Sorry Mother," Trunks whispered into the night. " Gohan, why aren't you here?"
Trunks stood out on his favorite cliff. The place was a comfort. It was the last place he spent time with his mentor, teacher, and friend, Gohan. This was the place where he and Misty first made love. A chilly wind started to blow. The wind whipped through Trunks hair, causing the wispy strands to stir. He put his hands in his pockets and stared out over the city. He raised his face to the heavens and closed his eyes.
When he was with Misty, he was the happiest he had been in a long time. He thought about Bulma. Had she ever been happy? Will she ever be happy? How could I have not seen this? My saiyan heritage has caused more than enough problems. Why did I feel the need to tell Misty?
"I can almost smell her…."
"Maybe I shouldn't have put on so much perfume."
Trunks' body stiffened. He was afraid to open his eyes. He felt a soft touch on his left shoulder. A tingle ran down his back, he shivered beneath her touch.
"I," Misty began hesitantly " I'm sorry Trunks. I, I, knew you would come here…" her voice faded.
"Why are you here?" he asked through gritted teeth. "Why have you invaded my sanctuary?"
"I, I, I wanted to, to see you. I had to. "
Trunks felt her hand began to slide down his arm. He grabbed her wrist and spun to look at her. His breath caught as he laid eyes on her. He hadn't forgotten her beauty but seeing her standing in front of him, his memory didn't do her justice. Her long hair fluttered in the wind. Trunks looked at her closely. He felt her fear, had seen it in her eyes, but was quickly hidden. Misty smiled up at him and leaned in to kiss him. Trunks stepped back.
Something isn't right. Why do I feel fear coming from her? He gripped her shoulders, looking her in the eye. There it was again. The fear. Her eyes darted over her shoulder. She quickly recovered and smiled, then replaced it with a look of hurt
"What's wrong Trunks? Is there someone else already?" she asked softly.
Trunks tore his eyes from her. He let her go as if he had been burned and started to walk around her.
" She wouldn't like me being here with you."
She put her hand on his chest and stopped him.
" There is no one else, is there? No… I know you. You wouldn't come here alone if there was."
" What do you know? I came here plenty of times without you. As I said Misty, why are you disturbing my sanctuary? Leave it and never return. You said it yourself. We are done with-"
" But I've changed my mind, Trunks! I decided I was unfair. I let my temper get the best of me."
Trunks saw the anxiety in her eyes, saw the raise and fall of her chest pick up as she pleaded. No words of love, barely an apology, just what was going on?
"Some words of love, Misty. I'm sure we will be great together. I can't wait to pick up where we left off. Oh wait we left off with you getting into a car with some strange man and riding off down the street. I'm sure that isn't what you envisioned, but that is what I remember. Goodbye"
" How is it that you fly again?" She called out to Trunks who was now walking away from her.
" I don't know, I just do" he said flippantly.
I'm walking out of her life and all she can do is ask how I can fly? Where are her pleas of love? He looked at the soft patch of grass where….
:::::"I'm scared Trunks. This isn't my first time, but I've never felt this way before." She breathed into his ear. "Misty…" he spoke into her shoulder as he…
" STOP!" He shouted.
" My words exactly," came a male hiss.
Trunks saw several red lights suddenly glow around him. From the shadows, men began to walk forward. The lights of their guns all trained on vital body areas. One man stood out from the rest. A gold-tipped cane smite the ground.
"Hello Android." He hissed again. His features were shadowed in the moonlight. " You may not want the girl, but if you don't come along peacefully, I'll have her killed."
He snapped his finger and one gunman turned and shot a second gunman then trained his sights on Trunks again.
"Do you understand? Let me introduce myself. My name is Sharpener. Come along. Get in there."
The lights of a helicopter came on, blinding Trunks for a brief second, before illuminating a vertical box.
" No…. That's the box that android was in! How did he get this?" Trunks heart began racing. He looked over to Misty. A man had a gun 6 inches from the top of her head. He could feel her sobbing.
Trunks stepped into the box, seething as they sealed him inside.
" He is in there, sir"
" Good. You can stop pretending Misty, honey. We did it. I'm sorry about the gun being pointed on you ,but I needed it to look real."
Trunks blinked as his vision began to blur. The light outside dimmed, the voices faded until he was shrouded in complete darkness and peace….