Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Vampire ❯ Chapter 2
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By: Saiyagurl87 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 366 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 366 | Status: Completed
A young man paced around his desk, going back and forth, glancing at his watch every other second. He was quite handsome, silverish-blue eyes, white long hair that reached about an inch past his shoulders. He had a white long sleeved shirt, a black tie, and black dress pants. He held a look of annoyance on his face, looking towards the front door as much as he looked down at his watch.
He looked down at his pants startled, nearly jumping out of his skin, hearing his pants ringing. It took him by the second ring to register that his phone was ringing. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his Motorolla cellular phone, flipping the cover and bringing it to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Yes this is Diamond…who is this?”
“Trunks? Oh hey, what are you calling for?”
“Serena’s sick?…so she wont be coming in…I see,”
“Well, tell her I hope she feels better,”
“Alright, see you later…bye,”
He close the lid to the phone with a sigh, sitting heavily down into his seat, He rested his elbows onto his desk, chin propped up on the palm of his hand. He turned towards the picture of Serena and himself, smiling brightly into the camera, her arms wrapped around his neck, as he held her on his back.
He picked up the picture with his free hand, running his thumb over Serena’s face, sighing as he did so. He loved her, no, is in love with her, but never brought himself around to tell her. Now he lost his opportunity because of Trunks. It had broke his heart when Serena had told him that she was going with Trunks, then his heart crumbled to pieces when he found out about them getting married.
He sighed again, placing the picture back in its rightful place. He sat back in his seat, twiddling his thumbs together in his lap. He was glad to see her happy, but wished he was the one doing it. He ran his fingers through his long white hair, a smile forming on his lips. He grabbed his cellular phone, quickly punching in some digits.
“I’ll make her happy by ordering her a bouquet of roses,”
He grinned when he finished placing the order, tossing his phone onto his work desk, “She’s going to be so happy!”
With that, he sorted out his paper work, as well as Serena’s and began to work.
************
A few hours had passed and Serena’s condition hadn’t improved. Her body was soaked in sweat, tossing and turning, burning with a fever. Trunks sat beside her, wringing out a cool cloth and placed it on his lover’s forehead. He held one of her hands, that was clenching and unclenching his own. He didn’t know what to do and the best he could do was to keep her comfortable.
His mother had came by earlier, when he had called her in urgency about Serena. Bulma had no idea what was wrong with her daughter in-law to be, completely stumped. The only advice she could give was to keep her in bed, try to make her eat and drink lots of fluids, and keep that fever down as well as make her as comfortable as possible. He was able to keep Serena in bed, make her comfortable, and keep her fever where it was, but the eating and drinking was the problem. When ever he tried to give her anything, she’d either refuse or throw it back up.
He turned away from her when he heard the door bell ring. He stood up quickly, telling Serena that he would be back, before he took off towards the door. Upon opening it, he saw a rather small man, holding a huge bouquet of roses. The man handed Trunks the flowers, as well as a pen to sign his clipboard.
“Sign here,” came a deep demanding voice, that caused Trunks to blink several times startled. He signed the clipboard, giving the man the pen and closed the door. He looked at the bouquet of flowers, curious to see who had sent them here. He brought the flowers into the kitchen, setting it down on the counter. He found a card attached around a stem of a rose. He opened it up and read it aloud.
“To: Serena…From: You Best Friend Diamond,”
Trunks frowned. He knew that Diamond was in love with HIS fiancé, even if the man never said anything to him. He could tell by the look he held whenever he saw Serena. A look of longing and love that Trunks didn’t like; not one bit. He closed the card up and walked back into the bedroom, taking his seat next to Serena yet again.
“Hey, your buddy bought you some flowers. It’s in the kitchen on the counter,”
She nodded her head in response, her breathing turning into pants, heart pounding in her chest. Trunks crawled into the blankets beside his lover, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Serena turned over, wrapping her arms lazily around him, tucking her head under his chin, her cool cloth compressed closely to her feverish forehead.
Trunks rubbed her back soothingly, causing her to drift into a much needed peaceful sleep.
**********
Several hours had passed by. The moon taking over the sun’s shift, the darkness over-powering the light for the time being. Serena still lay asleep, her condition worse then before. Trunks held his lover in his arms, quietly pondering things over in his mind.
He reached inside his pocket, grabbing onto his cellular phone as it rang. He brought it to his ear slowly, not caring for the one that was on the other end.
“Hello?”
“Oh…hi boss,”
“What? I have to come in?,”
“But my fiancé is sick!,”
“No I don’t want to loose my job,”
“Fine, I’m coming in,”
“Yea, yea…bye”
Trunks hit the off button rather hard in frustration, nearly cracking the phone in half. He had a scowl on his face, muttering obscene words under his breath. He turned to his love, who was shivering violently, sweat glazed face, mouth a gaped, inhaling and exhaling deeply. He felt guilty, needing to leave his love at a time like this. He brushed his hand over her forehead, moving her damp bangs aside.
He slid from under her, lying her down on the bed, her head resting on the overly plumped and large pillows. He looked at her momentarily, then turned to leave and closed the bedroom door behind him. He entered the kitchen, turning on the lights. He walked over to the fridge, grabbing a drink. He looked down at himself, his face faltering.
His shirt and majority of his pants were soaked in Serena’s sweat. He ran a hand through his hair and went towards a closet, “Thank God I keep some clothes here,”
He took out a pair of pants and a t-shirt and walked into the bathroom, changing quickly. He walked out the bathroom in new clothing, twirling the ring of his keys on one finger, whistling lowly. He headed straight for door, leaving his sick lover behind.
He looked down at his pants startled, nearly jumping out of his skin, hearing his pants ringing. It took him by the second ring to register that his phone was ringing. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his Motorolla cellular phone, flipping the cover and bringing it to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Yes this is Diamond…who is this?”
“Trunks? Oh hey, what are you calling for?”
“Serena’s sick?…so she wont be coming in…I see,”
“Well, tell her I hope she feels better,”
“Alright, see you later…bye,”
He close the lid to the phone with a sigh, sitting heavily down into his seat, He rested his elbows onto his desk, chin propped up on the palm of his hand. He turned towards the picture of Serena and himself, smiling brightly into the camera, her arms wrapped around his neck, as he held her on his back.
He picked up the picture with his free hand, running his thumb over Serena’s face, sighing as he did so. He loved her, no, is in love with her, but never brought himself around to tell her. Now he lost his opportunity because of Trunks. It had broke his heart when Serena had told him that she was going with Trunks, then his heart crumbled to pieces when he found out about them getting married.
He sighed again, placing the picture back in its rightful place. He sat back in his seat, twiddling his thumbs together in his lap. He was glad to see her happy, but wished he was the one doing it. He ran his fingers through his long white hair, a smile forming on his lips. He grabbed his cellular phone, quickly punching in some digits.
“I’ll make her happy by ordering her a bouquet of roses,”
He grinned when he finished placing the order, tossing his phone onto his work desk, “She’s going to be so happy!”
With that, he sorted out his paper work, as well as Serena’s and began to work.
************
A few hours had passed and Serena’s condition hadn’t improved. Her body was soaked in sweat, tossing and turning, burning with a fever. Trunks sat beside her, wringing out a cool cloth and placed it on his lover’s forehead. He held one of her hands, that was clenching and unclenching his own. He didn’t know what to do and the best he could do was to keep her comfortable.
His mother had came by earlier, when he had called her in urgency about Serena. Bulma had no idea what was wrong with her daughter in-law to be, completely stumped. The only advice she could give was to keep her in bed, try to make her eat and drink lots of fluids, and keep that fever down as well as make her as comfortable as possible. He was able to keep Serena in bed, make her comfortable, and keep her fever where it was, but the eating and drinking was the problem. When ever he tried to give her anything, she’d either refuse or throw it back up.
He turned away from her when he heard the door bell ring. He stood up quickly, telling Serena that he would be back, before he took off towards the door. Upon opening it, he saw a rather small man, holding a huge bouquet of roses. The man handed Trunks the flowers, as well as a pen to sign his clipboard.
“Sign here,” came a deep demanding voice, that caused Trunks to blink several times startled. He signed the clipboard, giving the man the pen and closed the door. He looked at the bouquet of flowers, curious to see who had sent them here. He brought the flowers into the kitchen, setting it down on the counter. He found a card attached around a stem of a rose. He opened it up and read it aloud.
“To: Serena…From: You Best Friend Diamond,”
Trunks frowned. He knew that Diamond was in love with HIS fiancé, even if the man never said anything to him. He could tell by the look he held whenever he saw Serena. A look of longing and love that Trunks didn’t like; not one bit. He closed the card up and walked back into the bedroom, taking his seat next to Serena yet again.
“Hey, your buddy bought you some flowers. It’s in the kitchen on the counter,”
She nodded her head in response, her breathing turning into pants, heart pounding in her chest. Trunks crawled into the blankets beside his lover, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Serena turned over, wrapping her arms lazily around him, tucking her head under his chin, her cool cloth compressed closely to her feverish forehead.
Trunks rubbed her back soothingly, causing her to drift into a much needed peaceful sleep.
**********
Several hours had passed by. The moon taking over the sun’s shift, the darkness over-powering the light for the time being. Serena still lay asleep, her condition worse then before. Trunks held his lover in his arms, quietly pondering things over in his mind.
He reached inside his pocket, grabbing onto his cellular phone as it rang. He brought it to his ear slowly, not caring for the one that was on the other end.
“Hello?”
“Oh…hi boss,”
“What? I have to come in?,”
“But my fiancé is sick!,”
“No I don’t want to loose my job,”
“Fine, I’m coming in,”
“Yea, yea…bye”
Trunks hit the off button rather hard in frustration, nearly cracking the phone in half. He had a scowl on his face, muttering obscene words under his breath. He turned to his love, who was shivering violently, sweat glazed face, mouth a gaped, inhaling and exhaling deeply. He felt guilty, needing to leave his love at a time like this. He brushed his hand over her forehead, moving her damp bangs aside.
He slid from under her, lying her down on the bed, her head resting on the overly plumped and large pillows. He looked at her momentarily, then turned to leave and closed the bedroom door behind him. He entered the kitchen, turning on the lights. He walked over to the fridge, grabbing a drink. He looked down at himself, his face faltering.
His shirt and majority of his pants were soaked in Serena’s sweat. He ran a hand through his hair and went towards a closet, “Thank God I keep some clothes here,”
He took out a pair of pants and a t-shirt and walked into the bathroom, changing quickly. He walked out the bathroom in new clothing, twirling the ring of his keys on one finger, whistling lowly. He headed straight for door, leaving his sick lover behind.