Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ THE TRUNKS AND ALANNA SAGA ❯ A Tragic End? ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two

"A Tragic End?"

The weeks rolled on and on, filled with Halloween candy and anticipation of Christmas. The snow fell after the leaves and snowmen were scattered all over the yard. Trunks and Alanna were out for a walk after Trunks was through insisting Alanna wear the warmest clothes he could find. Vegeta trailed behind, out of sight, waiting for a chance to convince Trunks he was making a mistake. Alanna moved farther out onto the frozen lake. "Be careful!" Trunks yelled, tail twitching nervously.

Alanna waved a hand dismissively and kept walking. "I'm careful, I'm careful!"

Trunks watched her, for some reason a sinking feeling began to overwhelm him. "Why don't you come over here, Alanna?!"

Alanna rolled her eyes and sighed, exasperated. "Trunks, I'm FINE! Would you stop worrying?" She stepped forward again, and Trunks heard a sharp crack.

"ALANNA, LOOK OUT!" Trunks roared, but the ice gave way beneath her and she fell into the freezing darkness. She struggled, clawing upwards, but she didn't know where up even was. She felt her hand strike an icy edge and she clung to it with all her might, but the strong current beneath the ice wrenched her away. She tried to scream, but cold water filled her mouth. She flailed wildly; scratching at the ice above her-or was it below? She was going to die. Trunks! Her mind screamed. She clutched her pendant. Trunks... She couldn't bear to leave him! She kicked and clawed for the ice as it drew farther and farther away. She fought the current with all her failing strength, but there was no escaping her watery grave.

Trunks leapt forward, but two steel bands locked around him from behind. He whirled around. "Father! What are you doing? Let go of me!!!" Vegeta held tight to his struggling son.

"She's not worth it, let her go!" He yelled.

"I WILL NOT!!!!!!" Trunks roared and punched Vegeta in the face, shrugging out of his jacket to completely release himself from Vegeta's iron grip. Trunks made good his escape. He ran faster than Vegeta could blink and dived into the icy, endless, black depths.

Trunks looked around, then he saw her. He ploughed forward, fighting hard not to be swept along too quickly. Alanna, Alanna, he had to reach Alanna! He gave one final kick that brought them together again. He snatched her up, his grip every bit like steel bands as his father's. Trunks whirled to face the strong current. He struggled to fight his way back to the hole that was made when Alanna fell. After a few seconds, he cursed himself mentally (and quite vividly) and pushed upwards instead. He extended a hand and reached for his power, using it to blast through the ice above and to push himself up and through the new hole.

He landed heavily on the bank and set her down. He shook his head in denial. "No...no, wake up! You have to!" He started to push on her stomach, pushing the water out of her. He started to breathe for her, then paused. Some first kiss he thought, then continued. So long as she lived... "Get up!" he pleaded pathetically. "You have to..." He sobbed weakly. She was gone...Trunks laid his cheek on her chest sadly. Vegeta was nowhere to be seen and Trunks was glad. He didn't want his father to see him cry.

Life stirred beneath him. "Why are you crying, Trunks?"

His head snapped up. "ALANNA???!"

Alanna sat up, shivering. "Mhm, I'm alright. You...saved my life..." She looked up at him with new awe.

He turned red and coughed. "Uh...think nothing of it." This, she chose to ignore.

Trunks suddenly smacked his palm to his forehead. What was he thinking??? "My God, you must be freezing!" He ran over to the spot where his jacket was dropped and picked it up, scurrying back. He wrapped it around her and would hear none of her arguments as he zipped it up. He took her into his arms and flew home.

Trunks extended a hand and flames sprang to life in the fireplace. He retrieved a warm jogging suit. "Here, put this on." He left, changing as well. When he returned in a sweatshirt and pants that failed to hide the beef, Alanna was curled up by the fire. He sat down and wrapped a warm blanket around both of them.

They stayed that way a long time, Trunks petting her hair slowly without noticing. She didn't point it out. At length, Trunks spoke. "Are you alright...f...g...s...er...uh..." He shrugged, out of ideas. Alanna laughed. "I'm fine, Trunks." He smiled shyly. Their gazes locked for a moment, then Trunks turned bright red and looked away. Alanna put a hand on his cheek and turned him to face her. He blinked curiously at her. She was studying him, every bit of his face, looking into his eyes in a way that no one ever had before, leaning close. He studied back. He thought she was beautiful.