Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trunks' Story, re-told. ❯ To be Ashamed ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: chocolate_jewel21 
Mirai Trunks has a terrible nightmare and must suffer it's consequences the next morning. He also begins to feel something odd for his best friend, Mirai Marron. Mirai Trunks starts to question all aspects of his life and seeks out the help of a friend.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.13.2008 | Updated On: 06.13.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 420 | Status: Work In Progress
Mirai Trunks has a terrible nightmare and must suffer it's consequences the next morning. He also begins to feel something odd for his best friend, Mirai Marron. Mirai Trunks starts to question all aspects of his life and seeks out the help of a friend.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.13.2008 | Updated On: 06.13.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 420 | Status: Work In Progress
I don’t own DBZ…sadly.
“Talking”
Thinking
Trunks-14
Marron-12
He heard a high pitched shriek emitting from one of the various hallways. “Marron!?” A new surge of energy burst within himself that he didn’t even know he could muster, being entirely spent from running early on. His legs re-stimulated as he charged down a hall. Faster he ran until his feet were no longer touching the cold cobble stone of the ground. Suddenly two maniacal laughs pierced his ears. Those laughs. They plagued everyone’s most intimate thoughts and feelings. And unfortunately Trunks was no exception. Their laughter lit a fire in the depths of his soul making his blood boil. They became louder, too familiar for his liking.
Here! he thought, reeling back his arm Trunks let out an outrageously loud animalistic roar and punched through the door. Empty. “But how…?”
“Say that wasn’t very polite young man.”
Trunks froze. He recognized that voice all too well. Looking through burning blue eyes Trunks watched as a man stepped from the darkness of the empty room, with a wicked smile on his face. Blue watching blue. Trunks’ guard is on high alert as the causally dressed man treaded forward.
“Android-”
“17. Yes I know my name. Some also refer to me as monster, inhumane beast, or simply Satan himself, but I prefer if you would call me Juunanagou. What do you say?”
Trunks didn’t respond, he just growled tensing up even more when Juunanagou took another step forward crossing his arms. His voice is laced with such an icy feeling of uncaring as he spoke, “Such a shame, I try to be the good guy for a change and this is my reward. Even after you just demolished my door. I know that your mother wouldn’t appreciate that.” Juunanagou’s smirk deepened when he felt Trunks’ ki rise at the mention of his mother.
“Shut up!! Don’t you dare say a thing about my mother you don’t know anything about her!” The taunting laughs from the android only angered Trunks even more. “Oh I believe that I can say whatever I want about Bulma,” Trunks gritted his teeth his fists tightening as seconds draw by. “I know more about your mother than you do son.”
Juunanagou narrowly dodged the swift punch delivered by Trunks. His smirk intensified. In a flash Juunanagou has Trunks’ arm twisted behind him irregularly and pressed against his back. Juunanagou slammed the demi-saiyan into the slate stone wall ahead of them. Trunks’ cheek is flatten onto cold rock as his right wrist is being writhed to very painful boundaries. But his pride refused any sound of injury to come out.
“As I was saying,” Juunanagou bent the hand further back while Trunks bit back a scream, “I know your mother in ways that you wouldn’t even imagine. I have made her laugh and cry.”
Closer.
“I have also gone deep…deep inside of her. It wasn’t hard she practically gave it up to me.”
Closer.
“She is just a whore after all. Who knows kid I might be your father.” SNAP! Trunks couldn’t fight back anymore as he felt the bones in his right wrist shatter and break into brittle pieces. He fell to his knees and cradled his hand, as he was no longer trapped between anyone or anything. Red liquid flushed out of the impelled wound as Trunks let out a ear shattering yell.
“Enough with your crying! I swear…you’re so pathetic.”
Trunks slowly cracked open an eye in response to the voice. “M-mom…?” He questioned. And it’s true, there stands his mother looking not unlike herself. Same long turquoise hair pulled down into a low ponytail. Same long sleeved blue shirt he’d seen her in previously, and yet there’s still something …off. He look all over and halted when he looked into her eyes. They are equally blue as his but there was a distance that they possessed. Either way Trunks was to blinded by happiness to care.
He struggled to stand and placed his hands on the ground. That’s when he realized that his hand had magically healed. Weird. There’s not even a scratch. Quickly dismisses the thought Trunks raced towards his mother with open arms. To Trunks’ surprise instead of receiving a warm affectionate hug he was welcomed by a hard slap across the cheek.
“OUCH! Mom what the hell was that for?!” SLAP! Bulma snarled at him, “Watch your mouth ingrate!”
Trunks cupped his swollen red cheek, hurt evident in his eyes. He whispered, “Mom…wh-what is wrong? Did I do something to upset you?”
An arm struck forward and snatched him up by the collar of his shirt, she slowly brought him closer so that their noses barely touched and they were at eye level to each other. Her face is unlike anyway he’s ever seen her with. Disgust. “You want to know what you did? Nothing!” Bulma spat, voice consumed in venom as she spoke.
“Nothing at all! You laze around on your pathetic ass all day not doing a damn thing to help anybody! You let those androids destroy everything. And why? Because you’re too fucking weak to change a damn thing! You’re nothing to me or anyone else!! Useless bastard.” That stung. Trunks jerked his head away unable to look his mother in the eyes. Everything she said jabbed through his heart like a long icy blade. A hand darted up and gripped his chin, forcing his head forward. It seemed as if fire was literally burning in her cold eyes.
“This is exactly what I mean! You are totally disrespectful. It’s my fault actually. I should of listened to Vegeta when he told me to get rid of you. I hate you.”
It broke. The blade that was jammed in his heart snapped in half, slicing a chunk of his heart along the way. His eyes glazed over as the impact of her words set in. Useless…bastard…she hates me. Thought the distraught teen. The bluette woman scuffed and dropped him where he stood. “Garbage.” Was the last word Trunks heard from his mother before everything faded to dark, and he was left alone once again.
He lay on his back vision staring off into nothingness as he continued mumbling to himself, “Am I really a ….mistake…?”
“Of course you’re not Briefs.”
Hesitantly Trunks turned his head to the right slightly and lets out a relieved sigh. Thank kami. For a second I thought it was…don’t think about her Trunks. It is Marron. Trunks’ most dearest friend. The two of them have grown up together even though he is two years older than her. He managed to muster up a tiny smile, but his guard is still up due to what just occurred. Marron kneeled down beside him as he sat up.
She reached out her hand and a faint blush appeared on Trunks’ cheek when he felt her soft thumb rub his cheek. A small giggle escaped her parted lips making her pigtails bounce. “Trunks…” Cooed the young girl, her voice soft spoken whilst she continued soothing his cheek. His guard slowly began to dissolve as he leaned into her hand. Something very tender pressed against Trunks’ lips. He looked up and saw that it was Marron kissing him! Her eyes are closed and she seems to be enjoying it, as he is, but everything is just happening way too fast for him.
He quickly pulled away and sprang to his feet. “Uhmm…M-Marron? What? Are y ou…am I, huh?” She smiled giving him a rather suggestive smile, and she stood up as well swaying her little hips. They seemed to entrance Trunks’ senses. Left to right they rocked he didn’t even realize when they stopped until he felt two dainty hands slide on his chest. His blue eyes scale up until he meets with her own powdery blue orbs. And the look they hold is that of…want?
Nooo no Trunks, Marron wouldn’t think like that. Would she?? NO you dummy! Ugh this is so confusing. He felt one of the hands tuck underneath his shirt, feeling along his abs up to his chest. Trunks tried to back out of her hold but again he was trapped. What the? He thought. There blocking his path was a tree. Yes a tree. Where the hell did that come from??
“Trunksie.” Uttered Marron’s cute voice. Trunks turned back in time to see Marron attempting to kiss him again. He jerked his head back. But a tree is in his way and so he had unfortunately banged into it very very hard.
“Ow.” He groaned. He placed a hand on the back of his head, rubbing the soar spot. Then he felt a smaller hand come on top of his. She giggled, pressing her body against his. “Silly Trunksie. If you didn’t try to resist me you wouldn’t hurt yourself.”
Trunks started getting excited and swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. Stuttering, “Don’t you think we’re kind of young to be doing this Maz?” Her giggling is his response.
“No Trunksie, you’re only as young as feel. And right now I feel like I’m 18.”
A chilling gust of cool wind burst by them knocking the two to the ground. Trunks is on the bottom and he cracked an eye open and looked down at the blonde on top of him. “You okay Maz?” He questioned, still iffy on if this was the best position to be considering how she’s acting.
“Mmhhmm…” She groaned. He waited until she volunteering got up on her own. But she simply remained glue to his chest. So Trunks took it upon himself to move her. He grabbed her shoulders and gently sat up coaxing her to his lap. Her head is still hanging down.
“Mar I think that we need to talk before this goes any further.”
“You’re right.” She lifted her head and smirked at his reaction, “let’s talk.”
His eyes grew twice their size. He couldn’t believe who is sitting on his lap. “Juuhachigou.” He murmured, breathless. The deadly beauty gave his a wicked smile shifting around on top of his lap. “Bingo. Hmm seems like you are enjoying yourself.”
He blushed when he realized what she was talking about. Juuhachigou frowned and slapped his face, “Hentai!” The next thing he felt was her hands locked around his neck and the cold cobble stone against the back of his head. Juuhachigou is now the one on top somewhat straddling the demi-saiyan as he fought for breaths. When he tried to remove her hands that only made her press harder.
“Give it up child you’re done!” She declared, tightening her grips to the point that her knuckles started turning white. “AAHahahaHA! I’ll kill you just as I did with your father!!” Strength returned to him as he managed to snatch her hands away, “SHUT UP! I won‘t let that happen!”
Then Trunks brought Juuhachigou hovering over him and kneed her in the stomach, sending her hurtling backwards. Instantly jumping up to defense mode, his arms down at his sides fists balled up. “I’m not weak!!” He yelled ki rising at rapid pace. As he continued yelling a glowing gold shield emitted from the young boy. His naturally purple locks lightening to a yellow hue and his eyes crackle to a tealish tint. “I’m not worthless! You are all WRONG! I will murder you androids!! AAAaaaaaaaaHhhhhh!!” His yells roared on for miles on end until.
“Shut up boy.”
This angered Trunks even more, seeing as he didn’t recognize the voice. He quickly whisked around to face the unknown intruder. There standing some feet ahead of the teen stands a dark haired man. His tan skin reminded Trunks of his own. But the way his black hair stood pointed on end and the scowl embedded on his hard face was all foreign. And he is dressed is a strange blue jump suit type thing with armor on top. Despite how mean the man looked Trunks still had an odd feeling coming from him and he hesitated to ask, “Who are you?”
The scowl on the man’s face hardened, “You mean to tell me that your mother hasn’t even mentioned me? Typical Bulma I die and she can’t even tell my son who I am.”
Son? Is he talking about me?? That means he is my…
“Father.”
“I need to get out of here.”
It was just a dream Trunks. He keep repeating to himself. Even though it was in fact a dream Trunks did his best to avoid his mother that morning. Eating as little breakfast as he could without her questioning his departure. The teen leaned onto his folded knees pressing his elbows against them. Thoughts of his father also resurfaced. The way everything played out made him think. But he shook his head dismissing the thoughts.
Get over it Trunks. It’s just a dream your father is dead! Scolding himself once again. “Ahh damnit!” his fist crashed through the bleak liquid in the pond scattering his reflection. Letting out a frustrated groan Trunks fell back onto the damp grass. He closed his eyes enjoying the warm rays of sunlight hitting his face. Then suddenly it was gone.
His eyelids lifted and shut very fast, his naturally tanned face heated up to a fair red shade. It was her, Marron, standing with both feet planted on either side of his waist. When Trunks sped through his breakfast he had successfully managed to dodge her, but Marron always seems to find her own way of just popping up places. She frowned when he closed her eyes. Especially when she put on her ‘happy’ smile.
Trunks felt a weight drop onto his stomach. He nearly choked on his breakfast. He felt her hands on his cheeks, but her touch was nowhere near as gentle as it had been in his dreams. She gave him several ‘love taps’ until he finally opened his eyes whining, “Whaaat?”
Marron’s peachy cheeks puffed up, “Well that’s a nice greeting for a friend that’s concerned about you.” He remained silent. And this is unlike the Trunks she knows. Sure he isn’t a chatter box but he’d at least give her the courtesy of an answer. They are best friends for kami’s sake! She leaned down closer because she noticed how red his face was getting. As she leaned in her long blonde pigtails brushed against his cheek.
Making the his head burn up even more. He just couldn’t shake the images from his dream. “Oh my Trunks are you okay?” She slapped a hand against his forehead, “You’re burning up and your face-” He grabbed her hand and sat up making her fall on lap, “Look I’m okay. Kay? I just …needed some time to think.”
“Okay”, she declared, “now I definitely know that something’s wrong with you. Since when do you think alone? We’re a pair Briefs! When one of us thinks we both think.”
Her attempt at intimidation went unnerved, and Trunks couldn’t help laughing. She glared at the “grape-head”, her nickname for the young teen. Finally his awkwardness slowly faded as he continued to laugh. Marron still wasn’t happy though and she yanked her hand from his grasp, “And what may I ask is so funny?”
He spoke between chuckles, “Besides the fact that you think that we’re conjoined twins.” That earned him a slap on the chest. “Well you…haa, your ‘mad’ place is priceless bunny.”
She puffs her cheeks once again and removed herself from his lap. Trunks stood up as well. “Stop calling me that. And I never said we were conjoined twins grape-head.” He swayed back until his back touched the tree as he continued laughing.
“I’ll stop calling you bunny, if you quit with the grape-head remarks. You know I’m sensitive about my hair.”
Marron stepped in front of him on her tippy toes so that they made eye contact. That was another thing Trunks would tease her about. Her height. But I’ll save that for another day. She held a faux pout, “Aaaw…what’s the matter, big tough Trunks can’t handle insult from a girl.”
He snorted and placed a hand on top of the girl’s blonde head pushing her down on her feet. He smiled when he heard her growling underneath her breath. “Actually I don’t want to hurt your feelings bunny.” She slapped his arm from her head and stood on her toes once again. Trunks chuckled gripping his ‘wounded’ arm.
“Way to pack a punch bunny I think I may need stitches for this.”
She captured his arm between her small hands and pouted her bottom lip, speaking with false sympathy, “Aaaw poor widdo baby want me to kiss it and make it all bettew??”
He’d stopped laughing and that’s when Trunks picked up on the situation he had inadvertently put himself in. His back against a tree, the proximity of their faces, the way Marron’s lips where poking out. Oh kami. Thought the frustrated teen. As if his hormones weren’t already on edge.
Trunks brushed past her nearly knocking the confused girl to the ground. As he walked he heard her shouting at him, “Trunks what’s wrong now??!” No response. He could hear her footsteps drawing nearer. So he began to run. And her shouts continued. Surprising him Marron was keeping up as he ran down a path leading into the woods.
Then he stopped when he reached a clearing. Just as Marron was within arms length he blasted off into the skies. “Damnit Briefs!! Your lucky I can’t fly!” And she watched as her friends figure shrunk smaller, and smaller, before completely vanishing amongst the clouds. With a frown on her face she mumbled, “Jerk. You know you can’t hide anything from me…I’ll figure you out.”
And tat is when realization dawned on him. Trunks halted in mid-flight and concentrated his thoughts on one particular subject. Silence consumed his surroundings. The only sound audible was Trunks faint hallow breaths. Moments later his lids snapped open. “Got him!” He declared.
Trunks took off in full speed, the direction of where he felt for the ki. As he flew his body descended down until it hovered just over the clear water creating a rippling effect. Fragments of the refreshing liquid splashed up against his face. The upcoming horizon unveiled a strip of green land. More of an isolated little island.
The island stood highly elevated above sea the water. The lowest portion being just above 12 feet Trunks guessed. But the entire thing seemed so out of place. Like it was once apart of a some massive land covered in beautiful grass, and now…now it’s alone in solitude. Thanks to the androids no doubt. As Trunks landed on the edge he noticed a whirl pool on the opposite side. His feet touched down a short distance from a tree, at the center of the island, and there resting against it is Gohan.
He is dressed as a mirror of his father. Orange gi with a dark blue, short sleeved shirt underneath. And his short hair stuck to one side. Even when Trunks landed the older saiyan remained frozen in meditation mode. So Trunks stood back and debated on whether or not it was a good idea to disrupt the dark haired man. Deciding that he flew out there for a reason the teen took a step forward. “Gohan I have something I need to talk to you about.”
Gohan opened his eyes revealing those onyx orbs that hid so much pain. He offered a smile and offered Trunks a seat beside him. The purple haired boy smiled and walked taking a seat next to him, which Gohan returned his smile with a signature Son grin. “So what do you need to talk about? I’m assuming it’s something very important since you flew all the way out here.”
Trunks hesitated at first and tried to think of what he was going to say. So he just shot a question out, “Will you train me?”
The Son man was a bit taken back by the abrupt request. He ran a hand through his hair, “Are you aware that you’re mother would kill me if she finds out.”
“Yeah, but I promise that I’ll try really hard and put in all I’ve got Gohan. I’ll make sure that she doesn’t discover what we’re doing.” He chuckled at the teen’s enthusiasm. Innocence is such a great gift. He is not entirely surprised by the request, he’d began to wonder when Trunks’ natural saiyan instincts would begin to kick in, and his urge to battle would get the best of him. Gohan stood up without answering the boy. So Trunks assumed the worst and stood up as well shoulders slumped in defeat.
“I understand Gohan. Sorry for wasting your time.” As he went to turn away a hand grasped his shoulder. Trunks looked up to see Gohan smiling down at him. “You said that you promise to give it your all?” Purple locks flew everywhere as Trunks eagerly nodded his head. Gohan’s smile widened.
“Alright Trunks you’ve shown the dedication that I’m looking for. So from this day forward I am your teacher and you are my pupil. How does that sound?”
Trunks smiled as well, “Great. Thank you so much Gohan.”
Gohan nodded removing his hand. “I say we begin our first session at once. Do you agree?” Trunks nodded and as Gohan setled into his fighting stance a thought crossed his mind. Trunks stood thinking about what he is about to ask of his sensei next.
“Gohan, there’s something else I want to talk with you about.” Gohan’s face leaned to one side as he looked at the teen confused. But he nodded his approval to continue. So Trunks let out a deep sigh and question in a calm tone, “Well I was wondering if you would…tell me about who my father was.”
“Talking”
Thinking
Trunks-14
Marron-12
Chapter 1: To Be Ashamed
xXx.
“Mom!” The young saiyan shouted sprinting down the endless halls. Turning every corner he could and searched for any signs of life. His heart is pounding as fast as a race horse from every step he took. Beads of sweat have already accumulated onto his damp forehead and also on the nape of his neck, slowly traveling down beneath his red shirt.xXx.
He heard a high pitched shriek emitting from one of the various hallways. “Marron!?” A new surge of energy burst within himself that he didn’t even know he could muster, being entirely spent from running early on. His legs re-stimulated as he charged down a hall. Faster he ran until his feet were no longer touching the cold cobble stone of the ground. Suddenly two maniacal laughs pierced his ears. Those laughs. They plagued everyone’s most intimate thoughts and feelings. And unfortunately Trunks was no exception. Their laughter lit a fire in the depths of his soul making his blood boil. They became louder, too familiar for his liking.
Here! he thought, reeling back his arm Trunks let out an outrageously loud animalistic roar and punched through the door. Empty. “But how…?”
“Say that wasn’t very polite young man.”
Trunks froze. He recognized that voice all too well. Looking through burning blue eyes Trunks watched as a man stepped from the darkness of the empty room, with a wicked smile on his face. Blue watching blue. Trunks’ guard is on high alert as the causally dressed man treaded forward.
“Android-”
“17. Yes I know my name. Some also refer to me as monster, inhumane beast, or simply Satan himself, but I prefer if you would call me Juunanagou. What do you say?”
Trunks didn’t respond, he just growled tensing up even more when Juunanagou took another step forward crossing his arms. His voice is laced with such an icy feeling of uncaring as he spoke, “Such a shame, I try to be the good guy for a change and this is my reward. Even after you just demolished my door. I know that your mother wouldn’t appreciate that.” Juunanagou’s smirk deepened when he felt Trunks’ ki rise at the mention of his mother.
“Shut up!! Don’t you dare say a thing about my mother you don’t know anything about her!” The taunting laughs from the android only angered Trunks even more. “Oh I believe that I can say whatever I want about Bulma,” Trunks gritted his teeth his fists tightening as seconds draw by. “I know more about your mother than you do son.”
Juunanagou narrowly dodged the swift punch delivered by Trunks. His smirk intensified. In a flash Juunanagou has Trunks’ arm twisted behind him irregularly and pressed against his back. Juunanagou slammed the demi-saiyan into the slate stone wall ahead of them. Trunks’ cheek is flatten onto cold rock as his right wrist is being writhed to very painful boundaries. But his pride refused any sound of injury to come out.
“As I was saying,” Juunanagou bent the hand further back while Trunks bit back a scream, “I know your mother in ways that you wouldn’t even imagine. I have made her laugh and cry.”
Closer.
“I have also gone deep…deep inside of her. It wasn’t hard she practically gave it up to me.”
Closer.
“She is just a whore after all. Who knows kid I might be your father.” SNAP! Trunks couldn’t fight back anymore as he felt the bones in his right wrist shatter and break into brittle pieces. He fell to his knees and cradled his hand, as he was no longer trapped between anyone or anything. Red liquid flushed out of the impelled wound as Trunks let out a ear shattering yell.
“Enough with your crying! I swear…you’re so pathetic.”
Trunks slowly cracked open an eye in response to the voice. “M-mom…?” He questioned. And it’s true, there stands his mother looking not unlike herself. Same long turquoise hair pulled down into a low ponytail. Same long sleeved blue shirt he’d seen her in previously, and yet there’s still something …off. He look all over and halted when he looked into her eyes. They are equally blue as his but there was a distance that they possessed. Either way Trunks was to blinded by happiness to care.
He struggled to stand and placed his hands on the ground. That’s when he realized that his hand had magically healed. Weird. There’s not even a scratch. Quickly dismisses the thought Trunks raced towards his mother with open arms. To Trunks’ surprise instead of receiving a warm affectionate hug he was welcomed by a hard slap across the cheek.
“OUCH! Mom what the hell was that for?!” SLAP! Bulma snarled at him, “Watch your mouth ingrate!”
Trunks cupped his swollen red cheek, hurt evident in his eyes. He whispered, “Mom…wh-what is wrong? Did I do something to upset you?”
An arm struck forward and snatched him up by the collar of his shirt, she slowly brought him closer so that their noses barely touched and they were at eye level to each other. Her face is unlike anyway he’s ever seen her with. Disgust. “You want to know what you did? Nothing!” Bulma spat, voice consumed in venom as she spoke.
“Nothing at all! You laze around on your pathetic ass all day not doing a damn thing to help anybody! You let those androids destroy everything. And why? Because you’re too fucking weak to change a damn thing! You’re nothing to me or anyone else!! Useless bastard.” That stung. Trunks jerked his head away unable to look his mother in the eyes. Everything she said jabbed through his heart like a long icy blade. A hand darted up and gripped his chin, forcing his head forward. It seemed as if fire was literally burning in her cold eyes.
“This is exactly what I mean! You are totally disrespectful. It’s my fault actually. I should of listened to Vegeta when he told me to get rid of you. I hate you.”
It broke. The blade that was jammed in his heart snapped in half, slicing a chunk of his heart along the way. His eyes glazed over as the impact of her words set in. Useless…bastard…she hates me. Thought the distraught teen. The bluette woman scuffed and dropped him where he stood. “Garbage.” Was the last word Trunks heard from his mother before everything faded to dark, and he was left alone once again.
He lay on his back vision staring off into nothingness as he continued mumbling to himself, “Am I really a ….mistake…?”
“Of course you’re not Briefs.”
Hesitantly Trunks turned his head to the right slightly and lets out a relieved sigh. Thank kami. For a second I thought it was…don’t think about her Trunks. It is Marron. Trunks’ most dearest friend. The two of them have grown up together even though he is two years older than her. He managed to muster up a tiny smile, but his guard is still up due to what just occurred. Marron kneeled down beside him as he sat up.
She reached out her hand and a faint blush appeared on Trunks’ cheek when he felt her soft thumb rub his cheek. A small giggle escaped her parted lips making her pigtails bounce. “Trunks…” Cooed the young girl, her voice soft spoken whilst she continued soothing his cheek. His guard slowly began to dissolve as he leaned into her hand. Something very tender pressed against Trunks’ lips. He looked up and saw that it was Marron kissing him! Her eyes are closed and she seems to be enjoying it, as he is, but everything is just happening way too fast for him.
He quickly pulled away and sprang to his feet. “Uhmm…M-Marron? What? Are y ou…am I, huh?” She smiled giving him a rather suggestive smile, and she stood up as well swaying her little hips. They seemed to entrance Trunks’ senses. Left to right they rocked he didn’t even realize when they stopped until he felt two dainty hands slide on his chest. His blue eyes scale up until he meets with her own powdery blue orbs. And the look they hold is that of…want?
Nooo no Trunks, Marron wouldn’t think like that. Would she?? NO you dummy! Ugh this is so confusing. He felt one of the hands tuck underneath his shirt, feeling along his abs up to his chest. Trunks tried to back out of her hold but again he was trapped. What the? He thought. There blocking his path was a tree. Yes a tree. Where the hell did that come from??
“Trunksie.” Uttered Marron’s cute voice. Trunks turned back in time to see Marron attempting to kiss him again. He jerked his head back. But a tree is in his way and so he had unfortunately banged into it very very hard.
“Ow.” He groaned. He placed a hand on the back of his head, rubbing the soar spot. Then he felt a smaller hand come on top of his. She giggled, pressing her body against his. “Silly Trunksie. If you didn’t try to resist me you wouldn’t hurt yourself.”
Trunks started getting excited and swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. Stuttering, “Don’t you think we’re kind of young to be doing this Maz?” Her giggling is his response.
“No Trunksie, you’re only as young as feel. And right now I feel like I’m 18.”
A chilling gust of cool wind burst by them knocking the two to the ground. Trunks is on the bottom and he cracked an eye open and looked down at the blonde on top of him. “You okay Maz?” He questioned, still iffy on if this was the best position to be considering how she’s acting.
“Mmhhmm…” She groaned. He waited until she volunteering got up on her own. But she simply remained glue to his chest. So Trunks took it upon himself to move her. He grabbed her shoulders and gently sat up coaxing her to his lap. Her head is still hanging down.
“Mar I think that we need to talk before this goes any further.”
“You’re right.” She lifted her head and smirked at his reaction, “let’s talk.”
His eyes grew twice their size. He couldn’t believe who is sitting on his lap. “Juuhachigou.” He murmured, breathless. The deadly beauty gave his a wicked smile shifting around on top of his lap. “Bingo. Hmm seems like you are enjoying yourself.”
He blushed when he realized what she was talking about. Juuhachigou frowned and slapped his face, “Hentai!” The next thing he felt was her hands locked around his neck and the cold cobble stone against the back of his head. Juuhachigou is now the one on top somewhat straddling the demi-saiyan as he fought for breaths. When he tried to remove her hands that only made her press harder.
“Give it up child you’re done!” She declared, tightening her grips to the point that her knuckles started turning white. “AAHahahaHA! I’ll kill you just as I did with your father!!” Strength returned to him as he managed to snatch her hands away, “SHUT UP! I won‘t let that happen!”
Then Trunks brought Juuhachigou hovering over him and kneed her in the stomach, sending her hurtling backwards. Instantly jumping up to defense mode, his arms down at his sides fists balled up. “I’m not weak!!” He yelled ki rising at rapid pace. As he continued yelling a glowing gold shield emitted from the young boy. His naturally purple locks lightening to a yellow hue and his eyes crackle to a tealish tint. “I’m not worthless! You are all WRONG! I will murder you androids!! AAAaaaaaaaaHhhhhh!!” His yells roared on for miles on end until.
“Shut up boy.”
This angered Trunks even more, seeing as he didn’t recognize the voice. He quickly whisked around to face the unknown intruder. There standing some feet ahead of the teen stands a dark haired man. His tan skin reminded Trunks of his own. But the way his black hair stood pointed on end and the scowl embedded on his hard face was all foreign. And he is dressed is a strange blue jump suit type thing with armor on top. Despite how mean the man looked Trunks still had an odd feeling coming from him and he hesitated to ask, “Who are you?”
The scowl on the man’s face hardened, “You mean to tell me that your mother hasn’t even mentioned me? Typical Bulma I die and she can’t even tell my son who I am.”
Son? Is he talking about me?? That means he is my…
“Father.”
xXx.
Sunlight shot through the blinds of Trunks’ bedroom and straight at his closed eyes. The sudden gesture ended the saiyan’s ‘peaceful’ slumber. He groans and rubs his eyes while sitting up against his headrest. Trunks took a moment to compose himself for whatever the day may bring him. He ran a hand over his forehead and was not surprised to find it covered in sweat. Man that has to be the craziest nightmare I’ve ever had, especially when it felt so real! Even the hits. A blush crept on his face as he recalled the kiss shared between him and Marron. The room starting getting extremely hot and he threw back the white sheets.“I need to get out of here.”
xXx.
A cool breeze blew by soothing Trunks as he rests near the petite pond. He can feel the stress from his bizarre nightmare vanish as he relaxes in tranquility. Still he couldn’t shake the feeling of how real everything seemed to be. From getting his wrist shattered by Juunanagou to his mother’s harsh words. He winced the pain he felt returning.It was just a dream Trunks. He keep repeating to himself. Even though it was in fact a dream Trunks did his best to avoid his mother that morning. Eating as little breakfast as he could without her questioning his departure. The teen leaned onto his folded knees pressing his elbows against them. Thoughts of his father also resurfaced. The way everything played out made him think. But he shook his head dismissing the thoughts.
Get over it Trunks. It’s just a dream your father is dead! Scolding himself once again. “Ahh damnit!” his fist crashed through the bleak liquid in the pond scattering his reflection. Letting out a frustrated groan Trunks fell back onto the damp grass. He closed his eyes enjoying the warm rays of sunlight hitting his face. Then suddenly it was gone.
His eyelids lifted and shut very fast, his naturally tanned face heated up to a fair red shade. It was her, Marron, standing with both feet planted on either side of his waist. When Trunks sped through his breakfast he had successfully managed to dodge her, but Marron always seems to find her own way of just popping up places. She frowned when he closed her eyes. Especially when she put on her ‘happy’ smile.
Trunks felt a weight drop onto his stomach. He nearly choked on his breakfast. He felt her hands on his cheeks, but her touch was nowhere near as gentle as it had been in his dreams. She gave him several ‘love taps’ until he finally opened his eyes whining, “Whaaat?”
Marron’s peachy cheeks puffed up, “Well that’s a nice greeting for a friend that’s concerned about you.” He remained silent. And this is unlike the Trunks she knows. Sure he isn’t a chatter box but he’d at least give her the courtesy of an answer. They are best friends for kami’s sake! She leaned down closer because she noticed how red his face was getting. As she leaned in her long blonde pigtails brushed against his cheek.
Making the his head burn up even more. He just couldn’t shake the images from his dream. “Oh my Trunks are you okay?” She slapped a hand against his forehead, “You’re burning up and your face-” He grabbed her hand and sat up making her fall on lap, “Look I’m okay. Kay? I just …needed some time to think.”
“Okay”, she declared, “now I definitely know that something’s wrong with you. Since when do you think alone? We’re a pair Briefs! When one of us thinks we both think.”
Her attempt at intimidation went unnerved, and Trunks couldn’t help laughing. She glared at the “grape-head”, her nickname for the young teen. Finally his awkwardness slowly faded as he continued to laugh. Marron still wasn’t happy though and she yanked her hand from his grasp, “And what may I ask is so funny?”
He spoke between chuckles, “Besides the fact that you think that we’re conjoined twins.” That earned him a slap on the chest. “Well you…haa, your ‘mad’ place is priceless bunny.”
She puffs her cheeks once again and removed herself from his lap. Trunks stood up as well. “Stop calling me that. And I never said we were conjoined twins grape-head.” He swayed back until his back touched the tree as he continued laughing.
“I’ll stop calling you bunny, if you quit with the grape-head remarks. You know I’m sensitive about my hair.”
Marron stepped in front of him on her tippy toes so that they made eye contact. That was another thing Trunks would tease her about. Her height. But I’ll save that for another day. She held a faux pout, “Aaaw…what’s the matter, big tough Trunks can’t handle insult from a girl.”
He snorted and placed a hand on top of the girl’s blonde head pushing her down on her feet. He smiled when he heard her growling underneath her breath. “Actually I don’t want to hurt your feelings bunny.” She slapped his arm from her head and stood on her toes once again. Trunks chuckled gripping his ‘wounded’ arm.
“Way to pack a punch bunny I think I may need stitches for this.”
She captured his arm between her small hands and pouted her bottom lip, speaking with false sympathy, “Aaaw poor widdo baby want me to kiss it and make it all bettew??”
He’d stopped laughing and that’s when Trunks picked up on the situation he had inadvertently put himself in. His back against a tree, the proximity of their faces, the way Marron’s lips where poking out. Oh kami. Thought the frustrated teen. As if his hormones weren’t already on edge.
Trunks brushed past her nearly knocking the confused girl to the ground. As he walked he heard her shouting at him, “Trunks what’s wrong now??!” No response. He could hear her footsteps drawing nearer. So he began to run. And her shouts continued. Surprising him Marron was keeping up as he ran down a path leading into the woods.
Then he stopped when he reached a clearing. Just as Marron was within arms length he blasted off into the skies. “Damnit Briefs!! Your lucky I can’t fly!” And she watched as her friends figure shrunk smaller, and smaller, before completely vanishing amongst the clouds. With a frown on her face she mumbled, “Jerk. You know you can’t hide anything from me…I’ll figure you out.”
xXx.
The youth soared through the cool morning skies. Passing through thin sheets of white and narrowly avoided crashing into a flock of sparrows. Trunks simply flew just to be flying. Away. Away from all of the issues occurring in his everyday life. He just wished that he could do something to aid in the terror that everyone is forced to endure.And tat is when realization dawned on him. Trunks halted in mid-flight and concentrated his thoughts on one particular subject. Silence consumed his surroundings. The only sound audible was Trunks faint hallow breaths. Moments later his lids snapped open. “Got him!” He declared.
Trunks took off in full speed, the direction of where he felt for the ki. As he flew his body descended down until it hovered just over the clear water creating a rippling effect. Fragments of the refreshing liquid splashed up against his face. The upcoming horizon unveiled a strip of green land. More of an isolated little island.
The island stood highly elevated above sea the water. The lowest portion being just above 12 feet Trunks guessed. But the entire thing seemed so out of place. Like it was once apart of a some massive land covered in beautiful grass, and now…now it’s alone in solitude. Thanks to the androids no doubt. As Trunks landed on the edge he noticed a whirl pool on the opposite side. His feet touched down a short distance from a tree, at the center of the island, and there resting against it is Gohan.
He is dressed as a mirror of his father. Orange gi with a dark blue, short sleeved shirt underneath. And his short hair stuck to one side. Even when Trunks landed the older saiyan remained frozen in meditation mode. So Trunks stood back and debated on whether or not it was a good idea to disrupt the dark haired man. Deciding that he flew out there for a reason the teen took a step forward. “Gohan I have something I need to talk to you about.”
Gohan opened his eyes revealing those onyx orbs that hid so much pain. He offered a smile and offered Trunks a seat beside him. The purple haired boy smiled and walked taking a seat next to him, which Gohan returned his smile with a signature Son grin. “So what do you need to talk about? I’m assuming it’s something very important since you flew all the way out here.”
Trunks hesitated at first and tried to think of what he was going to say. So he just shot a question out, “Will you train me?”
The Son man was a bit taken back by the abrupt request. He ran a hand through his hair, “Are you aware that you’re mother would kill me if she finds out.”
“Yeah, but I promise that I’ll try really hard and put in all I’ve got Gohan. I’ll make sure that she doesn’t discover what we’re doing.” He chuckled at the teen’s enthusiasm. Innocence is such a great gift. He is not entirely surprised by the request, he’d began to wonder when Trunks’ natural saiyan instincts would begin to kick in, and his urge to battle would get the best of him. Gohan stood up without answering the boy. So Trunks assumed the worst and stood up as well shoulders slumped in defeat.
“I understand Gohan. Sorry for wasting your time.” As he went to turn away a hand grasped his shoulder. Trunks looked up to see Gohan smiling down at him. “You said that you promise to give it your all?” Purple locks flew everywhere as Trunks eagerly nodded his head. Gohan’s smile widened.
“Alright Trunks you’ve shown the dedication that I’m looking for. So from this day forward I am your teacher and you are my pupil. How does that sound?”
Trunks smiled as well, “Great. Thank you so much Gohan.”
Gohan nodded removing his hand. “I say we begin our first session at once. Do you agree?” Trunks nodded and as Gohan setled into his fighting stance a thought crossed his mind. Trunks stood thinking about what he is about to ask of his sensei next.
“Gohan, there’s something else I want to talk with you about.” Gohan’s face leaned to one side as he looked at the teen confused. But he nodded his approval to continue. So Trunks let out a deep sigh and question in a calm tone, “Well I was wondering if you would…tell me about who my father was.”
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Cliff hangeeeeeer!! Dun dun…dun. Okay so I hope people actually read this story because I’ve debated on whether to write this or not and it’s taken me awhile to type. Sharing a computer with five people can do that to you. So it could be awhile before I put up chapter to but I’ve already started writing it so I’ll do my best to type it up for all of my loyal readers. REVIEW.REVIEW.REVIEW!! Thanks. And for people that read my “Mate’n Season’s a Coming” I’ve started over with an entirely new setting same plot, I just need to type it. So please stay with me. Peace<3 LiRiNcAnDy.