Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trina ❯ Waking Up ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two: Waking Up

 

 

 

The girl slowly floated toward consciousness. The first thing she felt was pain, though it wasn't as significant as when she'd first started to awaken. The second thing she noticed was that she was lying on something soft. She knew her body was almost finished healing itself. Cautiously opening her eyes, she surveyed her surroundings. She took a quick one over before she met the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. Her own eyes widened in alarm as she let out a terrified shriek, backing herself against the nearest wall.

 

“It's okay. No one is going to hurt you,” the man soothed. It was the same voice she'd heard earlier, the first time she'd started waking up. She slowly relaxed before gently stepping toward the strange man. She'd been right in her earlier assessment. This man was definitely strong and handsome. His purple hair fell to his shoulders. His well muscled body was shown to perfection in a pair of loose short and a wife beater. And his face. Depending on his mood, it could be cruel or kind. Hesitantly, she reached out to touch him.

 

Trunks watched as the strange girl slowly reached out her arm, as if trying to touch a wild animal. Hesitantly, she ran her fingers softly across his face. It was like she was committing him to memory. She gently ran her finger threw his hair, her nails causing shivers to run up his spine before she once again brought her hand down to her side.

 

“Who are you,” she whispered.

 

“My name is Trunks,” he said in a low, calm voice.

 

“Where am I,” she again whispered.

 

“You're at my mom's house. I found you in the woods behind my home and brought you hear,” he said, still keeping his voice low and calm so as not to scare her.

 

“I see. What city is this,” she said, her voice slowly regaining normal volume. She no longer sounded scared, just wary.

 

“This is Satan City.”

 

“I'm not sure I'm familiar with that. Where in America are we?”

“We're not in America; we're in Japan,” Trunks said, an expression of surprise on his face. How could she not know what country they were in?

 

“That makes no since,” she said quickly, fear once again returning to her voice. She widely looked around her, not recognizing many of the medical supplies in Bulma's lab.

 

“Have you ever heard of Professor Xavier? He's famous all over the world,” she asked hesitantly.

 

“I'm afraid I've never heard of this Professor Xavier. We can check on mom's computer if you want,” he offered, seeing her fear and confusion. Something weird was definitely going on.

 

“That would be great,” she said, relief washing over her.

 

Trunks led the girl over to Bulma's computer, telling her how to access the world database. She quickly typed in “Professor Charles Xavier.” No matches were found. Next she typed in “Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngster.” Again there were no matches. Frantically, she type in “mutant.” No matches.

 

“I don't understand. How can he no be here? That would mean I traveled between…,” a look of horror crossed her face as the realization that she was in a completely different dimension hit her. Oh no. What was she supposed to do? She didn't know anyone here, except Trunks, and she doubted he'd be willing to take in a mutant. Regardless of whether mutants were known here, it was still doubtful.

 

“That means what,” he asked quietly.

 

“I have a confession to make,” she said frantically, her fear obvious to him. So he was going to finally solve this mystery. Giving her an encouraging look, Trunks waited for the girl to tell him her secret.

 

“I'm a mutant from a different dimension. I was attacked where I came from and I tried to teleport myself away from danger, but instead I teleported myself away from everything,” she said, her face dead serious.

 

Trunks gave her an incredulous look. Either she was nuts, or she was telling the truth. Only time would tell with this one. Nudging her toward the door, he led her toward the kitchen. By now, everyone would be at the picnic. He figured the least he could do until they figured this mess out was feed her.

 

Reaching the kitchen, Trunks and the girl came face to face with Bulma, Chichi, and Eighteen. As they entered, conversation stopped as all eyes focused on the newest arrivals. Bulma plastered a welcoming smile on her face, walking towards the obviously nervous girl. She knew it must be overwhelming not knowing where you were, or with whom. Of course, she could be faking, but Bulma highly doubted it.

 

“Hello, I'm Bulma. I see you've finally woken up,” she said cheerfully.

 

As the girl got ready to answer, a man stormed into the kitchen. She could tell automatically that it was Trunks' father. The resemblance was uncanny. He then proceeded to yell at Bulma about some “gravity machine” and how he hated these stupid get togethers because they took time away from his training. Then his eyes focused on the girl.

 

“Taking in another stray, I see,” he snarled, stomping over to stand in front of the cowering girl. Oh Lord, what was he going to do to her? The man stepped toward her until he was but inches away, surveying the girl in front of him. Pathetic human. At least Bulma had some balls. This girl looked like she was ready to turn into dust and blow away.

 

“Stupid human, am I scaring you that much,” he said darkly, leaning forward. The girl's hands shot up to keep him away, causing the man to smirk. He continued to lean forward until his black eyes met her green. He started to laugh until a power surge from the girl's hands through him through the kitchen wall.

 

The girl gasped in disbelief. She couldn't believe she'd used her powers like that. Oh, what if she killed him. She'd vowed never to use her powers unless it was warranted. Everyone was staring at her, each face showing their own disbelief. Amazingly enough, coupled with their disbelief was their respect. She thought they'd all be mad at her. What was going on?

 

The man once again stormed into the kitchen. This time, his rage was directed at none other that herself. She wanted so badly to run, but instead she hid behind Trunks. Hopefully his father wouldn't hurt him to get to her. Trunks blocked the man from her view, seemingly trying to protect her.

 

“Move aside, boy. That bitch deserves to be taught a lesson,” the man snarled angrily.

 

“No,” Trunks said evenly.

 

“Move or I'll throw you through the wall this time,” the man warned darkly. Just then, Bulma stepped between the two men, her angry gaze directed toward the man who had scared her so badly.

 

“Vegeta, what do you think you're doing. If you hadn't scared her so bad, she probably wouldn't have done that. You got nothing more than you deserved. Besides, it's not like your Saiyan ass is hurt, just your pride. Now, either leave it alone or you're sleeping on the couch for the next month,” she hissed. Giving his woman a withering glare, Vegeta shot the strange girl one more dark look before he stomped back outside.

 

Coming out from her hiding place, the girl surveyed the damage she had done. How was she going to pay for the repairs? She didn't have an existence here, let alone a job. Glancing fearfully at Bulma, expecting anger toward the destruction she'd caused, she instead saw laughter. What was she so happy about?

 

“I haven't seen anyone best Vegeta like that in years. Not since he and Goku last fought. That was classic,” she trilled.

 

“I'm sorry about ruining your wall. I don't know how I'll pay for it, but I'll figure out something.”

 

“Oh, nonsense. This is nothing. I'll call over my repairmen to come fix it in the morning. Now, what was your name again,” she said, a smile still in her voice.

 

“Trina.”