Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ THE TRUNKS AND ALANNA SAGA ❯ The Visitor ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter Nine

"The Visitor"

Alanna rose from the table and poured herself some more water. She started to make her way down the hall. Any hope she'd had of visiting Trunks was dashed. As she walked sadly back to her room, she heard a faint rustling and thumping up ahead. She paused in front of a door. The sounds seemed to be coming from inside. She turned the knob and opened the door. It was pitch black inside the room.

Pan padded down the hall towards Trunks' room. She let herself in. Trunks was sitting up. He looked surprised to see her. He'd thought she was Alanna. He smiled, though Pan couldn't see it was forced. "What?" He asked as politely as he could.

Pan sobbed dramatically and ran over, flinging her arms around his neck to a peel of thunder. "I'm afraid, Trunks!" She cried.

Trunks eyed her dubiously. "Of the storm? It's just thunder and lightning!" Pan clung to him annoyingly. "Look," he said impatiently, "just go back to sleep."

Alanna tried to look around, but it was too dark to see. As she felt along the wall for the light switch, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Something was wrong in his room...she wasn't alone. She stepped back; she didn't want to be in this room anymore. She'd go get Trunks and ask him to come check it out. But as she turned, a cold and clammy hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her into the room. She screamed and dropped her glass of water. It shattered deafeningly on the floor. She was slammed down beside it. She could feel a hand over her mouth and wetness on her back. Whether this was water or blood, she was unsure. Did she land on a piece of glass and cut herself? Was she bleeding? Who was this guy? She would have asked what he wanted, but...she already knew. Alanna bit the guy's hand as hard as she could and screamed as loudly as her voice would allow. She prayed that Trunks could hear her.

Pan smiled up at Trunks, reached around innocently and goosed him. Trunks snarled and shoved her away roughly. He'd had enough of this! That was when he heard the scream. Alanna! He growled at Pan. "Get back to your room and leave me the hell alone!" He charged past her and ran down the hall, praying he would reach Alanna in time to help her...and in time to royally kick the shit out of whatever was making her scream...and if someone was hurting her...Trunks narrowed his eyes, making a dark but silent vow for vengeance.

He concentrated on what he could hear, making his way towards sounds no normal person could hear, hoping it wasn't just Vegeta rummaging around, trying to find something. But no, he could feel a quiet but deadly power to the west, his father was in the gravity room, sitting and thinking under many times normal pressure. Trunks raced along so quickly, he was nearly winded by the time he came across the door. There sounded like some sort of a scuffle going on inside and there was a great puddle of water seeping out through the crack under the door. He grabbed the knob and turned it. Locked. Trunks slammed his fist through the door, turning the lock inside. He kicked the door in with a crash and roared like an eerie hybrid of lion, T-Rex and Spinosaur. The sound shook the windows and made the dude leap in fear.

Trunks approached slowly, dangerously, snarling. He stood over the dude, towering, looming above him. Trunks picked him up by the collar, lifting him off his feet to look him in the eye. He glared icily until the man trembled in his grasp, then he turned and threw him out the window. It was a short fall, and Trunks watched him limp quickly away. He growled after him until even his keen eyes could no longer locate him, then he turned to Alanna.

Vegeta wandered out of the gravity room, ambling down the hall. He poked his head into Trunks' room. Odd, he was usually in bed by this hour. He was about move on, having decided he'd probably gone for a snack or something, when he noticed something on the nightstand. It was a small, cream-coloured card with black writing on it. He read it over quickly, pausing at the last statement. Would that explain why his necklace had glowed? No, that was ridiculous! He scowled at himself for thinking what he did at that moment, and left.

Alanna was pressing herself against the wall, shaking. Trunks crept forward slowly, one hand outstretched. "Easy, Alanna," he said in a low, soothing voice, "it's alright now. It's me, it's Trunks." She looked up at him, eyes wide. She let him come up to her and only blinked as he wrapped his arms and tail around her. She was still shaking a little, in shock. Trunks picked pieces of shattered glass off her back, talking to her, trying to coax her mind back to its normal state of security.

"It's...over?" She asked.

Trunks kissed her head. "Yes, everything's okay now, you're safe with me." Alanna clung to Trunks, out of shock, moving into fear again. Trunks stayed with her, stayed wrapped, until she was herself again. She sniffed and snuggled into his chest. It was then that she noticed he was just in his boxers. She grinned up at him and purred. Trunks chuckled coolly as she burrowed into his chest.