Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ White Tail & Angel Wings ❯ Hello... ( Chapter 1 )

THUD!

"Ha! I got you!"

&nbspGoten wiped the snow from his face where Trunks had hit him with a snowball. "Oh, yeah?" He stooped down to make a snowball. He straightened up, and pulled his arm back. "Take th-" He was cutoff by a snowball that hit him right between the eyes. He fell over onto his back.

&nbspTrunks fell out. Goten raised his head enough off the ground to glare at the lavender-haired seventeen-year-old who was laughing his butt off.

"Ha, ha, very funny," Goten said sarcastically as he stood up, brushing the snow off himself.

"You shoulda seen the look on your face," Trunks said, smiling.

&nbspGoten glared at him. "You fight unfairly."

"Oh, quit complaining." Trunks stooped down to scoop up another handful of snow. He watched as Goten hurried to make a huge snowball. This was going to be fun. Trunks took his time in making a round ball of snow.

&nbspGoten heaved the wreckingball-sized snowball above his head. "Oh, Trunks! Catch this!" He threw the ball at Trunks.

&nbspTrunks rolled his eyes, pulled back with his throwing arm, and let loose with a fastball that could make any baseball pitcher envious. In a flash, Trunks' tiny snowball went clear through the center of the larger one, caught Goten in the forehead, and threw him back about five feet. The big snowball, on the other hand, fell to the ground about a foot in front of Trunks.

"Goten...you're pathetic," Trunks said, staring down at Goten's previous snowball. He looked over at the groaning form of his best friend. He burst into tucks of laughter once again.

&nbspA girl of about seventeen watched the pair from behind a tree. She listened to their dialogue, watched their actions, and wondered why they were doing what they were doing. She glanced down at the ground. Piccolo called the white stuff snow. She bent down and scooped up a handful. The cold semi-solid chilled her fingers. She dropped the white mass back onto the ground, and rubbed her hand furiously on her clothing to warm her fingers back up. The weather where she came was never this cold. It always had a rather almost tropical climate. She tucked a strand of her raven black hair behind her ear. She was freezing. Her thin pants and tank-top she wore for training were soaked with melted snow combined with the cold sharp wind.

&nbspShe hugged her arms around her as her teeth involuntarily chattered. Goosebumps covered every bit of her body. Her knees began to feel weak.

&nbspTrunks suddenly stopped laughing as this strange sense enveloped up him. His fixed determined stare was somewhat glazed over as he tried to determine what he was sensing.

"Yo, Trunks? Trunks?" Goten waved a hand in front of Trunks' eyes. His sight went from Trunks to where Trunks was staring, and back again several times.

&nbspTrunks suddenly broke from his reverie with a gasp. A young woman with long black hair came into view from behind a tree. She staggered a couple of times before collapsing into the snow. That was it. That was that forboding sense.

&nbspTrunks ran towards her and turned the girl over onto her back. Her eyes were mostly closed, and her skin was a chalky white. She was cold to the touch.

"Are you okay?" Trunks asked, cradling her head in the crook of his elbow. The girl opened her eyes a little. Her voice was quiet.

"Who...who are you...?" She asked as Goten stood behind Trunks and watched.

"Don't talk, you'll be fine," Trunks said. The girl's eyes suddenly closed and she passed out. Quelling the panic that rose in him, Trunks turned his head around to face Goten's house. "Chi-Chi!!" He scooped the girl up in his arms and raced towards the house, calling. "Chi-Chi!!"

&nbspThe door opened suddenly, and Chi-Chi stood in the doorway. "Trunks? What's wrong?" She figured it out herself as Trunks nearly bowled her over as he raced into the warm recesses of the house, followed swiftly by Goten.

"Who is that?" Chi-Chi asked as they walked into the den. Gohan looked back from his seat on the couch.

"Gohan, move!" Trunks demanded. Gohan jumped up and stepped back.

"What's going on?" He asked Goten.

&nbspGoten explained as Trunks laid the girl gently down on the sofa. "We were having a snowball fight out in the yard, when she came out of nowhere and collapsed in the snow."

"She shouldn't be out in weather like that wearing just what she's wearing!" Chi-Chi reprimanded softly as she handed Trunks a blanket. Trunks draped it over the still form of the young woman.

"You don't know her name?" Gohan asked.

&nbspTrunks shook his head, not shifting his stare from the unconscious girl.

&nbspChi-Chi came up behind Trunks and laid a hand on the girl's forehead. "She has a fever."

"That's not a bad thing, is it mom?" Goten asked, leaning over the back of the couch.

"It could be," Chi-Chi said. "I wouldn't be surprised if she has pneumonia."

&nbspThe girl whimpered, and tried to shift on the couch.

"Well, she's not dead," Goten said optimistically.

"We knew that, Goten," Gohan said.

&nbspChi-Chi retreated into the kitchen and game back with a damp cool cloth. She placed it on the girl's forehead, but the she tried to remove it in her sleep.

"Don't think that's gonna work, mom," Goten commented.

"Shut up, Goten!" Trunks said.

&nbspThe girl finally fell still with a sigh. Chi-Chi checked her pulse.

"She finally fell back asleep." Chi-Chi said. She turned to the guys. "Okay, now out of the room!"

&nbspThe four of them retreated back into the kitchen, however, Trunks hung back. It wouldn't be fair for the girl to wake up in a strange place.

&nbspI came to my senses slowly, feeling a blanket over me and my head on a pillow. I was curled up with my knees tucked up near my chest. I kept my eyes closed, basking in the warm heat surrounding me. Then it hits me...where am I?

&nbspI sit up suddenly, the soft cushions rocking beneath me as my bare feet touched the carpeted floor.

&nbspI glanced around, taking in my surroundings. My eyes fell on a young man with short purple hair sitting up on the other end of the couch. He was asleep, with his head bowed and his arms crossed over his chest.

&nbspI remembered him faintly, as I did the events that happened last. I stared down at the floor. My shoes sit to the side of the couch, and I now notice that I am now garbed in a long flannel shirt. I pulled forward the collar of the navy blue and green plaid shirt and looked down the front. I press the collar back agianst my chest, and glance over at the sleeping man.

"Hey, Trunks!" A young male voice tore through the silence. I duck down and footsteps pound on the floor. The man across from me stirred a bit.

"Don't bother them!" An older, female voice countered. The footsteps stopped.

&nbspI peek over the back of the couch. I see only shadows that dance across the white lit walls of the adjacent room.

"Oh, you're awake," I hear next to me. I turn to see the young man stretch, then rub the sleep from his eye. I stare at him.

&nbspHe turns toward me, offering his hand. "I'm Trunks."

&nbspI don't know what to think. I stare at his outstretched hand...what does this mean? What is he trying to say?

&nbspHe gives me a quizzical look as I glance back up at his face.

"Okay," he says. "What's your name?" He brings his once offered hand up to brush his bangs from his face.

&nbspI still stare at him. He didn't look frustrated in the least. Leaning towards me, he reached out to me.

"Can you speak?"

&nbspI avoid his touch, but I catch his wrist with a hand. I turn his hand over, cradle it with both of my hands, and I stare at his palm. With one hand I quickly tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. With a finger, I softly trace the lines on his palm. I feel his eyes on me.

&nbspI am fascinated...he's just like me. I look up at his face, and stare into his eyes. He has blue eyes.

&nbspI slowly bring my hand up and I hesitate slightly before touching his cheek gently.

&nbspI realize suddenly what he may be thinking, I turn away from him quickly, and I feel my face grow hot in a blush.

"What?" I hear him ask. He scoots over to sit next to me.

&nbspUm...I can't decide. Many thoughts rush through my head. I know it...somehow, I don't even know him...but I know...I'm taken with him.

"My..." I say, pausing. I practically hear him come to attention at the sound of my voice. "My name is...Karaine."

&nbspI awake to the sight of the young woman looking over the back of the couch towards the kitchen, obviously curious about the voice that emanated from within. She is incredibly pretty. I'm glad to see her conscious.

"Oh, you're awake," I comment, stretching and rubbing my eyes. She stares at me, wordless.

&nbspI turn to her, and offer my hand. "I'm Trunks."

&nbspShe does nothing but stare at my hand in possible confusion. Had her collapse caused amnesia? That thought is horrible in itself. I retract my hand.

"Okay," I say. "What's your name?" I brush the offending bangs from my eyes.

&nbspShe still stares at me. I try to not look frustrated, but caring. I want to know who she is. I lean towards her, reaching out with my hand. "Can you speak?" I ask.

&nbspShe avoids my contact, however, she traps my hand with hers and turns it over so that my palm faces skyward. I watch in a trance-like state as she tucks a strand of her midnight hair behind her ear, and as she softly traces the lines on my palm with her index finger. This action almost tickles. I continue to watch her movements, almost mesmerized.

&nbspShe continues to hold my hand as she raises her head to look into my eyes. She has brown eyes. Soft, almost confused brown eyes.

&nbspI watch as she slowly brings her hand up to my face. She pauses momentarily, and then I feel the soft skin of her hand on my cheek. Then, just as she put it there, she tears it away, and turns quickly. I guess from some form of embarrassment. I watch as a blush creeps onto her cheeks.

"What?" I ask. I move over to sit next to her.

&nbspShe grips the flannel shirt she is now wearing with her hands as they rest against her thighs. Another moments passes, and then...

"My..." she says, slowly. I come to an immediate attention. Her voice sounds like bells! Small, tinkling bells!

"My name is..." she says slowly again. "...Karaine."