Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Remember Me Always ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Guardian of Ice 
Trunks is found by Chi-Chi.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Martial Arts | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.23.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 791 | Visits: 214 | Status: Work In Progress
Trunks is found by Chi-Chi.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Martial Arts | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.23.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 791 | Visits: 214 | Status: Work In Progress
Never Forget Me...?
Colors and images of the entire spectrum danced brilliantly around the Capsule Corp machine as it whizzed through faded images of time, passing at speeds unrivaled by most. Inside, a young man rested, awaiting the time when he would be home. Cerulean orbs covered by their lids, long lavender-shaded hair tied back in a messy ponytail.
Having been so tired from the perilous battle, Trunks Brief had fallen asleep while time traveling, a very difficult task to accomplish, as most would be very sick. He slumped a bit, his body weakened from that hard battle.
He mumbled something inaudible, a muscular arm dropping from it's resting place to knock against a lever. The time machine stopped, jolting him, and it began to fall from the sky. Yet unbeknownst to even him, it fell, careening to the peaceful field below........
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Chapter One: "What?!"
Mun Notes: Wow! n.n; I'm really writing! *jumps up and down* But.... I need reviewssss!! *whine*
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What must have been hours later, Trunks groaned softly, lifting his head from the....pillow?! His eyes shot open, darting around the room quickly.
"Wha-.... Goku's house..?!"
How could this be?! He recalled punching in his time perfectly on the little dial in the capsule! He should be back in the city, not HERE! His frantic state of bewliderment was soon interrupted by a hauntingly familiar female voice.
"Good. You're awake."
His eyes moved to the door, and widened upon what he saw. That striking female figure, slender curves almost making his mouth drop open. Pair of deep chestnut eyes, filled with concern locked onto him as she approached, tossing back a few strands of disheveled raven hair.
Trunks stared, his eyes blank as he watched her. He knew EXACTLY who she looked like, but it couldn't be! His mind tossed and turned, soon turning into one hell of a migraine. The young woman, who couldn't have been over eighteen, sat on a stool next to him, remaining silent for the moment.
He lifted his fingers to his temples, rubbing them gently, finally lowering his gaze.
"Are..you..alright?"
She asked softly, in her slender digits a small cup, steaming with the hot liquid it contained. He could only muster a slight nod as she held out the cup to him. Her eyes glinted with life, energy, and curiosity as they took in his form.
~*He's cute!!*~ She thought to herself, that rugged look about him very sexy. His long lavender hair resting freely about his shoulders, having been singed when she found him.
She bit into her lower lip, remembering how bad of a state he had been when she pulled him from the Capsule wreckage. His body had been scraped, bloodied, battered and bruised, as well as smoking. She shook the images clear of her mind, looking back to him.
"Here. I made you some herbal tea.... I figured you might need it." She smiled, politely.
He shook his head, trying to refuse, his eyes locked onto her face. If this WAS who he thought it was, she'd be at his throat in an instant.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, and grabbed one of his hands, thrusting it into his fingers. Miraculously, not a drop spilled onto the white sheets. Trunks swallowed hard, and his eyes lowered to the cup.
"Now, I won't have any sick or injured people in my house. You're going to drink it now, AREN'T you?"
This in itself was more a demand than a question. Trunks' jaw dropped partway, and he nodded, very very slowly. He slowly lifted the cup, not believing in any aspect what was happening.
He forced himself to drink the overly sweet tea, then took a deep breath, looking back at her. Her smile had by far sweetened, her eyes closed in her happy state.
"Good. Now, you must tell me your name. " She, always the insistent one, smiled still, waiting for his response.
After a few moments, he found his words, and spoke softly.
"I'm...Trunks. Trunks Brief." He managed a dim smile, this making the woman's cheeks redden.
Damn, was he ever gorgeous. It made her squirm a bit just to see him lying there, his torn clothes hardly covering his muscular, toned body. the only thing doing much work to cover him was that thin sheet, having a few bloodspots on it from his various wounds. She gently tugged the sheet off the bed, being such the neat freak, and stood up, walking slowly from the room.
"Wait! I didn't get your name, miss...."
She turned to smile at him, rolling the bloodied sheet into a ball for washing, and responded:
"Chi-Chi."
His jaw dropped, and his eyes widened, before he passed out once more.
Colors and images of the entire spectrum danced brilliantly around the Capsule Corp machine as it whizzed through faded images of time, passing at speeds unrivaled by most. Inside, a young man rested, awaiting the time when he would be home. Cerulean orbs covered by their lids, long lavender-shaded hair tied back in a messy ponytail.
Having been so tired from the perilous battle, Trunks Brief had fallen asleep while time traveling, a very difficult task to accomplish, as most would be very sick. He slumped a bit, his body weakened from that hard battle.
He mumbled something inaudible, a muscular arm dropping from it's resting place to knock against a lever. The time machine stopped, jolting him, and it began to fall from the sky. Yet unbeknownst to even him, it fell, careening to the peaceful field below........
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter One: "What?!"
Mun Notes: Wow! n.n; I'm really writing! *jumps up and down* But.... I need reviewssss!! *whine*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What must have been hours later, Trunks groaned softly, lifting his head from the....pillow?! His eyes shot open, darting around the room quickly.
"Wha-.... Goku's house..?!"
How could this be?! He recalled punching in his time perfectly on the little dial in the capsule! He should be back in the city, not HERE! His frantic state of bewliderment was soon interrupted by a hauntingly familiar female voice.
"Good. You're awake."
His eyes moved to the door, and widened upon what he saw. That striking female figure, slender curves almost making his mouth drop open. Pair of deep chestnut eyes, filled with concern locked onto him as she approached, tossing back a few strands of disheveled raven hair.
Trunks stared, his eyes blank as he watched her. He knew EXACTLY who she looked like, but it couldn't be! His mind tossed and turned, soon turning into one hell of a migraine. The young woman, who couldn't have been over eighteen, sat on a stool next to him, remaining silent for the moment.
He lifted his fingers to his temples, rubbing them gently, finally lowering his gaze.
"Are..you..alright?"
She asked softly, in her slender digits a small cup, steaming with the hot liquid it contained. He could only muster a slight nod as she held out the cup to him. Her eyes glinted with life, energy, and curiosity as they took in his form.
~*He's cute!!*~ She thought to herself, that rugged look about him very sexy. His long lavender hair resting freely about his shoulders, having been singed when she found him.
She bit into her lower lip, remembering how bad of a state he had been when she pulled him from the Capsule wreckage. His body had been scraped, bloodied, battered and bruised, as well as smoking. She shook the images clear of her mind, looking back to him.
"Here. I made you some herbal tea.... I figured you might need it." She smiled, politely.
He shook his head, trying to refuse, his eyes locked onto her face. If this WAS who he thought it was, she'd be at his throat in an instant.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, and grabbed one of his hands, thrusting it into his fingers. Miraculously, not a drop spilled onto the white sheets. Trunks swallowed hard, and his eyes lowered to the cup.
"Now, I won't have any sick or injured people in my house. You're going to drink it now, AREN'T you?"
This in itself was more a demand than a question. Trunks' jaw dropped partway, and he nodded, very very slowly. He slowly lifted the cup, not believing in any aspect what was happening.
He forced himself to drink the overly sweet tea, then took a deep breath, looking back at her. Her smile had by far sweetened, her eyes closed in her happy state.
"Good. Now, you must tell me your name. " She, always the insistent one, smiled still, waiting for his response.
After a few moments, he found his words, and spoke softly.
"I'm...Trunks. Trunks Brief." He managed a dim smile, this making the woman's cheeks redden.
Damn, was he ever gorgeous. It made her squirm a bit just to see him lying there, his torn clothes hardly covering his muscular, toned body. the only thing doing much work to cover him was that thin sheet, having a few bloodspots on it from his various wounds. She gently tugged the sheet off the bed, being such the neat freak, and stood up, walking slowly from the room.
"Wait! I didn't get your name, miss...."
She turned to smile at him, rolling the bloodied sheet into a ball for washing, and responded:
"Chi-Chi."
His jaw dropped, and his eyes widened, before he passed out once more.