I realize that some people are questioning Trunks' apparent temper in this fic, so I thought I'd address it. I know Trunks is usually a mellow guy in sorts, but in my fic, his temper is just a little off. Bear with me. Since I'm so used to writing only SM fics, my use of wording and my writing style is going to have to take some adjusting to in order to fully capture the DBZ world. As the fic progresses, I hope to perfect my style.
Disclaimer: These characters (in both anime) are not mine, blah blah blah...
Usagi's head hurt.
She groaned, stirring slightly. What happened? Why did she have such a horrible
headache? Her eyes squinted open for a brief second, but even that much effort
exhausted her back into a troubled sleep. She began to dream...
Lightning crashed overhead, illuminating the stormy sky. In the gushing rain stood
six people. Usagi saw no details, only silhouettes. They were in a battle of some kind,
each one holding a fighting stance.
Suddenly one of them was attacked by a glowing blue beam faster than light itself.
She collapsed onto the ground, her chest slowly falling with one last breath...
Usagi's eyes flew open as she shot straight up in bed. She blinked furiously, trying
to adjust to the brightness of the room. Once her vision cleared, she looked around.
The room was large, holding not much else than the bed she rested in. Sunlight filtered
in through the open window.
Usagi tensed as the doorknob turned. A head poked into the room. "Oh, you're
awake!" the person exclaimed.
Stepping into the room, Usagi could see the beautiful woman better. With a mane
of blue hair falling straight onto the shoulders of her white lab coat, she didn't look a
day over twenty.
"How are you feeling?" the woman asked, stepping up to the bed.
Usagi groaned tiredly. "My head is killing me," she replied groggily. "Who are
you? Where am I? What happened to me?"
"Whoa, one question at a time!" the woman laughed. "My name is Bulma. I've
been taking care of you this past week while you ere unconscious. As for what
happened to you, I really don't know. You were found in the woods and brought to me."
"I've been unconscious for a week?" she asked incredulously. "But I need to
help..." her voice trailed off.
"Need to help who?"
"That's just it," she shook her head sadly. "I don't remember."
"That's all right. It's still early. Do you at least remember who you are?"
"Tsukino Usagi," the blonde-haired girl answered. "Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise. Now, how about we go down to the dining room? A bit of dinner might
help."
With Bulma's help, Usagi made it out of bed and into the dining room on the other
side of the house. There were two people already seated at the table, and a baby sat
in a high chair at the end.
"Look who's finally awake," Bulma announced, squeezing Usagi's shoulder lightly.
"This is Usagi. Usagi, I would like to introduce you to Son Gohan-" she gestured to the
spiky, black-haired boy -"and Trunks, my son." She gestured to the other, a man of
nineteen with short lavender eyes and solemn eyes. "This little one here is baby
Trunks." She made a face at the baby, causing him to erupt in giggles.
"Ok, let me explain," Bulma offered after a confused expression crossed Usagi's
face. "Trunks came from the future, so we're blessed to have baby Trunks and the man
he'll grow up to be. It's a lot to take in, I know." She brightened up. "How about we eat
now? It's getting cold!"
She sat Usagi to her left, across from the others, then resumed her spot at the
head of the table.
Usagi leaned back, taking in everything around her. She ate quietly, listening
intently to their conversation in an attempt to get to know these people. Every once in a while she would steal a glance at Trunks, who finally got so annoyed that he called her on it.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" he demanded, glaring at her.
"I don't mean to.. It's just that... you look familiar to me."
"Well, we've never met. I'm sure I would have remembered your weird odangos," he
smirked.
Her eyes narrowed. "What did you say, pretty-boy?" she growled, jumping to her
feet.
He stood quickly to match her, knocking his chair over.
"Usagi, Trunks, onegai!" Bulma wailed. "Trunks, you should know better than to
insult guests! Really! I would like to think you'd been raised better than that!"
"In this world, you haven't raised me yet," he muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing. I'm taking off." With that, he stormed out of the
house and flew off.
Usagi stared after him, gaping.
"What is it, Usagi?" Gohan inquired.
"He flew!" she stammered, both shocked and amazed.
"So? Ohhhh..." A wave of understanding washed over him. "You've never seen
anyone fly before?"
"Not humans, no." She shook her head.
"Well, I guess it's not a big deal to me because I fly too."
"Nani?"
"Gohan laughed. "It's just something I know how to do. It's also really helpful in
fighting."
"You fight too?" Usagi exclaimed.
"Too? Hai, I fight to protect the earth. Demo... The way you said that made it
sound like you're also a fighter."
"I am," she admitted nervously. "I don't know where I am now, but where I'm from, I would fight for the peace of the earth."
"How can someone as small as that, especially a girl, fight?" he wondered aloud,
receiving a slam of verbal defiance from Usagi.
"Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't fight!" she spoke vehemently. "I'll
show you how well I can fight!" She stomped outside, followed by Gohan and a dazed
Bulma carrying baby Trunks.
'Now we'll see who can fight,' she thought angrily once they were safely outside.
She grasped the brooch on her blouse, yelling, "Moon crisis, make-up!"
In a blinding flash, Usagi started twirling around as ribbons of color danced around
and molded perfectly to her body. As the light began to fade, there she stood in her
fuku, brandishing her kaleidoscope moon rod.
Gohan and Bulma stood off to the side, both of their mouths hanging open.
"What- what was that?" Bulma stuttered.
"My transformation to Sailor Moon," she answered matter-of-factly. "And now I'll
show you how I fight!"
She took her tiara off of her forehead, the cool gold glinting against her fingers.
"Moon Tiara Action!" she called, hurling the tiara at Gohan like a frisbee.
Gohan easily caught it. He stared down at the golden half-circlet in his hand,
puzzled.
"Moon Gorgeous Meditation!" Sailor Moon cried as Gohan was distracted, aiming
her moon rod at him. He was engulfed in a bright red flash, sending up clouds of dust.
She stood triumphantly, feeling she had more than proven herself.
When the dust began to clear, however...
"It didn't hurt him?" Her eyes, wide with shock, remained on Gohan, who had his
arms out in front of him to block her attack.
"You fight with magic?" he laughed. "I'm afraid that won't help here much, unless
you've got a more powerful move. Here, I'll show you."
"Gohan," Bulma started.
But Gohan was already powering up. He lowered his hands to his right side,
focusing on his attack. "Kameha..."
"Iie, Gohan," Bulma tried to stop him, for she knew the damage his attack could
cause.
"Meha!" he finished with a yell as a ball of energy rocketed across the distance in
Sailor Moon's direction.
"Gohan!" Bulma shrieked! "Usagi!"
Sailor Moon froze. All she could see was the energy ball flying closer and closer
toward her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard a voice telling her to stand
up and fight for everyone.
"'Fight, of course,' she thought absently. As Gohan's attack covered the last few
feet to her, she screamed.
Bulma watched in horror as the energy ball blew up, with Usagi right in the middle
of it. "Gohan, what have you done!" she screamed. Baby Trunks, who could sense his
mother's distress, began to cry.
Only Gohan remained calm. He never took his eyes off of the blast. 'Come on,' he
thought impatiently.
He was not disappointed.
Through the dust he could make out the silhouette of a person, surrounded by a
faint silver glow. Sailor Moon stood in the middle, breathing heavily, scratched from
head to toe.
"Wha- how?" Bulma questioned unbelievingly.
"I could sense strong power from her," Gohan answered simply. "I knew she would
be able to stop it."
"I... stopped..." Sailor Moon wheezed, her voice cracking. The silver light around
her faded as she crumpled to the ground, detransforming back into Usagi.
"Usagi!" Bulma rushed over to the unconscious girl.
"She'll be fine; she just needs rest."
Trunks watched as Gohan scooped up Usagi and took her back into the house.
He was seething. How could he attack her like that? She was obviously weaker than
he. He must have lost his mind!
Demo... She had survived the attack. A normal person would have been killed on
impact.
Then he flashed back to the week before, when he had been training in the
woods...
********
'Just ten more, then I'll retire for the night.' Trunks began a procession of stances,
kicks and punches.
He had been working for a good twenty minutes when a piercing scream shattered
the silence.
He stopped, his senses flaring. He focused, sensing energy somewhere off to his
left. Deciding to proceed cautiously, he lowered himself to the ground to investigate on foot.
It didn't take long for Trunks to find the course of the noise: a young woman lying on the ground, barely breathing. He knelt down beside her, taking her wrist and feeling a thready pulse.
She appeared to be severely wounded. Her clothes were torn and bloody, the
result of gashes in her arms and across her stomach.
He hovered over her worriedly, silently willing her to wake up.
She coughed, her entire body wracked in spasms. She started to mumble
something incoherently.
Trunks, unable to hear, leaned down so that he could make out her words.
"Must... save..." she whispered before passing out once again.
He gently slipped his arms around her tiny frame and picked her up. 'I have to get
her help, whoever she is.'
Her words still nagged at his mind. Who must she save?
********
'How could she have survived Gohan's attack? She is obviously a fighter herself,
but her attack didn't even faze him! And where was that silver light coming from?
When it had first surrounded her, I felt its ki merge with hers.'
Trunks was startled out of his thoughts when Gohan exited the house. He flew
down, confronting Gohan angrily.
"What the hell were you thinking!" he yelled. "You could have killed her!"
"You stuck around to watch?" Gohan asked, an amused smile forming on his lips.
"I just happened to be nearby and see you almost kill Usagi!"
"As you saw, she didn't die."
"Well, she very well might have! She doesn't have the same fighting skills we do!"
"She has more power than you and I ever imagined a mortal could have!" Gohan
countered, stopping Trunks' ranting.
"What do you mean?" Trunks finally asked.
"You didn't sense it? That silver glow, wherever it came from, is Usagi's life force.
She used it to repel my attack. I can assure you right now that we haven't seen even a fraction of the power she possesses."
"Demo- demo- she's a mortal!" Trunks sputtered. "And a girl! And we don't know a thing about her! What if she is an enemy?"
"Then we'll deal with it. Why are you so bent that she's evil and inferior?"
"I'm... not sure. There's just something about her that I don't exactly trust, and I
don't know why," Trunks struggled to explain. "It may be instinct, or it may be that I
feel this way because I don't trust many people. Either way, we need to keep our eyes on her."
"I agree." Gohan turned away. "Tomorrow I'm gong to introduce her to my dad. Ja
ne!"
Before Trunks could react, Gohan flew off at high speed.
Trunks just stared after him, sighing. If everyone else was taking a liking to Usagi,
then he would just have to remain on guard and watch her himself.
Disclaimer: These characters (in both anime) are not mine, blah blah blah...
Usagi's head hurt.
She groaned, stirring slightly. What happened? Why did she have such a horrible
headache? Her eyes squinted open for a brief second, but even that much effort
exhausted her back into a troubled sleep. She began to dream...
Lightning crashed overhead, illuminating the stormy sky. In the gushing rain stood
six people. Usagi saw no details, only silhouettes. They were in a battle of some kind,
each one holding a fighting stance.
Suddenly one of them was attacked by a glowing blue beam faster than light itself.
She collapsed onto the ground, her chest slowly falling with one last breath...
Usagi's eyes flew open as she shot straight up in bed. She blinked furiously, trying
to adjust to the brightness of the room. Once her vision cleared, she looked around.
The room was large, holding not much else than the bed she rested in. Sunlight filtered
in through the open window.
Usagi tensed as the doorknob turned. A head poked into the room. "Oh, you're
awake!" the person exclaimed.
Stepping into the room, Usagi could see the beautiful woman better. With a mane
of blue hair falling straight onto the shoulders of her white lab coat, she didn't look a
day over twenty.
"How are you feeling?" the woman asked, stepping up to the bed.
Usagi groaned tiredly. "My head is killing me," she replied groggily. "Who are
you? Where am I? What happened to me?"
"Whoa, one question at a time!" the woman laughed. "My name is Bulma. I've
been taking care of you this past week while you ere unconscious. As for what
happened to you, I really don't know. You were found in the woods and brought to me."
"I've been unconscious for a week?" she asked incredulously. "But I need to
help..." her voice trailed off.
"Need to help who?"
"That's just it," she shook her head sadly. "I don't remember."
"That's all right. It's still early. Do you at least remember who you are?"
"Tsukino Usagi," the blonde-haired girl answered. "Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise. Now, how about we go down to the dining room? A bit of dinner might
help."
With Bulma's help, Usagi made it out of bed and into the dining room on the other
side of the house. There were two people already seated at the table, and a baby sat
in a high chair at the end.
"Look who's finally awake," Bulma announced, squeezing Usagi's shoulder lightly.
"This is Usagi. Usagi, I would like to introduce you to Son Gohan-" she gestured to the
spiky, black-haired boy -"and Trunks, my son." She gestured to the other, a man of
nineteen with short lavender eyes and solemn eyes. "This little one here is baby
Trunks." She made a face at the baby, causing him to erupt in giggles.
"Ok, let me explain," Bulma offered after a confused expression crossed Usagi's
face. "Trunks came from the future, so we're blessed to have baby Trunks and the man
he'll grow up to be. It's a lot to take in, I know." She brightened up. "How about we eat
now? It's getting cold!"
She sat Usagi to her left, across from the others, then resumed her spot at the
head of the table.
Usagi leaned back, taking in everything around her. She ate quietly, listening
intently to their conversation in an attempt to get to know these people. Every once in a while she would steal a glance at Trunks, who finally got so annoyed that he called her on it.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" he demanded, glaring at her.
"I don't mean to.. It's just that... you look familiar to me."
"Well, we've never met. I'm sure I would have remembered your weird odangos," he
smirked.
Her eyes narrowed. "What did you say, pretty-boy?" she growled, jumping to her
feet.
He stood quickly to match her, knocking his chair over.
"Usagi, Trunks, onegai!" Bulma wailed. "Trunks, you should know better than to
insult guests! Really! I would like to think you'd been raised better than that!"
"In this world, you haven't raised me yet," he muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing. I'm taking off." With that, he stormed out of the
house and flew off.
Usagi stared after him, gaping.
"What is it, Usagi?" Gohan inquired.
"He flew!" she stammered, both shocked and amazed.
"So? Ohhhh..." A wave of understanding washed over him. "You've never seen
anyone fly before?"
"Not humans, no." She shook her head.
"Well, I guess it's not a big deal to me because I fly too."
"Nani?"
"Gohan laughed. "It's just something I know how to do. It's also really helpful in
fighting."
"You fight too?" Usagi exclaimed.
"Too? Hai, I fight to protect the earth. Demo... The way you said that made it
sound like you're also a fighter."
"I am," she admitted nervously. "I don't know where I am now, but where I'm from, I would fight for the peace of the earth."
"How can someone as small as that, especially a girl, fight?" he wondered aloud,
receiving a slam of verbal defiance from Usagi.
"Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't fight!" she spoke vehemently. "I'll
show you how well I can fight!" She stomped outside, followed by Gohan and a dazed
Bulma carrying baby Trunks.
'Now we'll see who can fight,' she thought angrily once they were safely outside.
She grasped the brooch on her blouse, yelling, "Moon crisis, make-up!"
In a blinding flash, Usagi started twirling around as ribbons of color danced around
and molded perfectly to her body. As the light began to fade, there she stood in her
fuku, brandishing her kaleidoscope moon rod.
Gohan and Bulma stood off to the side, both of their mouths hanging open.
"What- what was that?" Bulma stuttered.
"My transformation to Sailor Moon," she answered matter-of-factly. "And now I'll
show you how I fight!"
She took her tiara off of her forehead, the cool gold glinting against her fingers.
"Moon Tiara Action!" she called, hurling the tiara at Gohan like a frisbee.
Gohan easily caught it. He stared down at the golden half-circlet in his hand,
puzzled.
"Moon Gorgeous Meditation!" Sailor Moon cried as Gohan was distracted, aiming
her moon rod at him. He was engulfed in a bright red flash, sending up clouds of dust.
She stood triumphantly, feeling she had more than proven herself.
When the dust began to clear, however...
"It didn't hurt him?" Her eyes, wide with shock, remained on Gohan, who had his
arms out in front of him to block her attack.
"You fight with magic?" he laughed. "I'm afraid that won't help here much, unless
you've got a more powerful move. Here, I'll show you."
"Gohan," Bulma started.
But Gohan was already powering up. He lowered his hands to his right side,
focusing on his attack. "Kameha..."
"Iie, Gohan," Bulma tried to stop him, for she knew the damage his attack could
cause.
"Meha!" he finished with a yell as a ball of energy rocketed across the distance in
Sailor Moon's direction.
"Gohan!" Bulma shrieked! "Usagi!"
Sailor Moon froze. All she could see was the energy ball flying closer and closer
toward her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard a voice telling her to stand
up and fight for everyone.
"'Fight, of course,' she thought absently. As Gohan's attack covered the last few
feet to her, she screamed.
Bulma watched in horror as the energy ball blew up, with Usagi right in the middle
of it. "Gohan, what have you done!" she screamed. Baby Trunks, who could sense his
mother's distress, began to cry.
Only Gohan remained calm. He never took his eyes off of the blast. 'Come on,' he
thought impatiently.
He was not disappointed.
Through the dust he could make out the silhouette of a person, surrounded by a
faint silver glow. Sailor Moon stood in the middle, breathing heavily, scratched from
head to toe.
"Wha- how?" Bulma questioned unbelievingly.
"I could sense strong power from her," Gohan answered simply. "I knew she would
be able to stop it."
"I... stopped..." Sailor Moon wheezed, her voice cracking. The silver light around
her faded as she crumpled to the ground, detransforming back into Usagi.
"Usagi!" Bulma rushed over to the unconscious girl.
"She'll be fine; she just needs rest."
Trunks watched as Gohan scooped up Usagi and took her back into the house.
He was seething. How could he attack her like that? She was obviously weaker than
he. He must have lost his mind!
Demo... She had survived the attack. A normal person would have been killed on
impact.
Then he flashed back to the week before, when he had been training in the
woods...
********
'Just ten more, then I'll retire for the night.' Trunks began a procession of stances,
kicks and punches.
He had been working for a good twenty minutes when a piercing scream shattered
the silence.
He stopped, his senses flaring. He focused, sensing energy somewhere off to his
left. Deciding to proceed cautiously, he lowered himself to the ground to investigate on foot.
It didn't take long for Trunks to find the course of the noise: a young woman lying on the ground, barely breathing. He knelt down beside her, taking her wrist and feeling a thready pulse.
She appeared to be severely wounded. Her clothes were torn and bloody, the
result of gashes in her arms and across her stomach.
He hovered over her worriedly, silently willing her to wake up.
She coughed, her entire body wracked in spasms. She started to mumble
something incoherently.
Trunks, unable to hear, leaned down so that he could make out her words.
"Must... save..." she whispered before passing out once again.
He gently slipped his arms around her tiny frame and picked her up. 'I have to get
her help, whoever she is.'
Her words still nagged at his mind. Who must she save?
********
'How could she have survived Gohan's attack? She is obviously a fighter herself,
but her attack didn't even faze him! And where was that silver light coming from?
When it had first surrounded her, I felt its ki merge with hers.'
Trunks was startled out of his thoughts when Gohan exited the house. He flew
down, confronting Gohan angrily.
"What the hell were you thinking!" he yelled. "You could have killed her!"
"You stuck around to watch?" Gohan asked, an amused smile forming on his lips.
"I just happened to be nearby and see you almost kill Usagi!"
"As you saw, she didn't die."
"Well, she very well might have! She doesn't have the same fighting skills we do!"
"She has more power than you and I ever imagined a mortal could have!" Gohan
countered, stopping Trunks' ranting.
"What do you mean?" Trunks finally asked.
"You didn't sense it? That silver glow, wherever it came from, is Usagi's life force.
She used it to repel my attack. I can assure you right now that we haven't seen even a fraction of the power she possesses."
"Demo- demo- she's a mortal!" Trunks sputtered. "And a girl! And we don't know a thing about her! What if she is an enemy?"
"Then we'll deal with it. Why are you so bent that she's evil and inferior?"
"I'm... not sure. There's just something about her that I don't exactly trust, and I
don't know why," Trunks struggled to explain. "It may be instinct, or it may be that I
feel this way because I don't trust many people. Either way, we need to keep our eyes on her."
"I agree." Gohan turned away. "Tomorrow I'm gong to introduce her to my dad. Ja
ne!"
Before Trunks could react, Gohan flew off at high speed.
Trunks just stared after him, sighing. If everyone else was taking a liking to Usagi,
then he would just have to remain on guard and watch her himself.