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Changing Times.	By : bloodyreign Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 1699 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I collapsed to my knees, breathing hard. I’d finally gotten out of that war, that time period. It had been on an alien planet and they had a war waging and I’d been drawn into it. Needless to say, I’d found out nothing about myself. I forced myself to sit up and looked around. The planet I was on right now looked like Earth.

I heard something . . . A scream. . . I stood slowly, looking around. I could see smoke rising from a nearby demolished city. I started to run toward it as fast as I could, hoping to make it in time. By the time I got there, the city was empty, save for one lone man laying, face-down, on the ground. His life-force was nearly gone. I hurried over to him to see if I could heal him. I knelt.

He looked up weakly and smiled. “I must be dead. Story, is that you?” He had black eyes and black hair. A scar ran down his face and he had only one arm. Despite all that, he looked familiar.

I stared at him. “How do you know my name?”

He moved slightly. “Check my . . . wrist. . . .” was the last thing he said right before his life-force left him.

I moved slightly and grabbed his wrist and froze. A bite mark, similar to mine, was on his wrist. I touched my neck and looked down at him. “G-Gohan?”

“Gohan?” a boyish voice said from behind me. I turned to see a lavender-haired boy about fourteen standing there. He had tears in his eyes, just as I did. “Gohan, no! Why didn’t you let me come with you? You shouldn’t have gone alone!” Anguish flashed across his face and he screamed out all that pain and fury. His hair started to stand up, the way Gohan’s had when he turned Super Saiyan. His eyes started flashing blue and his hair turned gold. His power level spiked and he looked at me, tears still in his eyes. “Who are you?! What have you done to Gohan?”

I turned slightly and I could feel tears in my eyes. “It’s really him? It’s Gohan?”

“As if you didn’t know!” His eyes took me in for a second and he took a step back. “A-are you Story?” he mumbled.

“Yes.”

“Gohan talked nonstop about you . . . so does mom.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Trunks. Gohan taught me everything I know about fighting. Burama is my mother. Do you remember her?

I nodded. “Yes, I remember her.”

“She talks about you a lot. So does-did Gohan.” He looked down at the fallen demi-Saiyan. “He missed you and really wanted you to come back. I mean . . . Gohan knew you would be back, but he also knew you would be too late to change anything.”

“Ch-change anything?”

“I think he knew he was going to die, Story . . . I think that’s why he trained me, why he took me under his wing that way. He told me of how he gained abilities from your blood. One of them was to see the future. I think he saw his own future, saw that he would die.” He looked away. “And because of that, he told me to do something.” He stepped toward me and I backed away with every step he took toward me.

My back hit a wall and I looked up at him, mutely noticing that he was taller. “Wh-what did he tell you to do?”

He grabbed me in a tight hug. “He told me to mark you, make you come back to this time. He told me that when he was nine, he’d found out that he had marked you with a temporary mark and he knew how to make it permanent. He told me to mark you with a temporary mark and told me to do it and make you come back to this time when I’m seventeen.” He bit me and because he was a Saiyan, his sharp teeth easily broke my skin.

I gasped, body stiffening. “T-Trunks!”

He forced my head down to his throat, pushing my mouth against his neck.

Instinct took over and I bit him, falling into the same trap I had with Gohan. A moment later, he was pushing his power into me, pulling my power out. I struggled against it all, but it was pointless. He was strong and I was weak from fighting constantly. Add that to the fact that I crave blood and I couldn’t pull away. His blood was sweet and usually I don’t like sweet, but I was so starved for blood, food and rest that it tasted amazing to me and I couldn’t stop drinking it. By the time it was over, I felt too sated to worry.

He backed away. “Okay, Story. Time for you to leave. Meet me here in three years. Go now.”

I stared at him and I knew I had to obey. He’d done something to me to make me obey. I focused on my time-traveling ability and that familiar twisty feeling flooded me. I ended up in five different time eras and had to try a good ten times before I was standing there and I saw Trunks.

He turned and looked at me. “Story, you made it.” His voice had matured, deepened. “It’s about time.” He grinned. “The time machine is finished. Let’s go. You can come and meet my mother again. She’s excited about seeing you!”

An hour later, I was sitting in the middle of a big kitchen and Burama was fussing about, cooking something or other, chattering on and on about how it is “such a blessing!” that I’ve returned. She just kept talking on and on and on and on, so much so that I just started to ignore her chattering.

I ate quietly, commenting here and there, making eye contact with Trunks.

“Sorry,” he mouthed, grinning abashedly.

I glared at him, sticking my tongue out.

“Hey, mom, Story and I want to go hang out. Is that okay?” Trunks asked.

Burama turned and looked at me. She looked torn for a minute, then she nodded. “Yes, go on, you two. Maybe you’ll become really good friends.” She smiled at that.

Trunks jumped up and I followed suit. Once we were out of sight, I couldn’t stop thanking him. Over and over and over, I kept thanking him.

“Okay! I get it!” he said finally, laughing. “You’re grateful. Okay. Now shut up.”

I smiled. “Thanks.”

He smacked my shoulder playfully, shaking his head. “Mhm, yea, now shut up!”

“Okay.” I sat down on the edge of a pond we’d walked to. “Tell me . . . about what happened. Where are the others?”

He looked down at me. “Goku . . . I was told about him by mom. He died of a heart virus . . . a long time ago. I was really young. Not even a year old. It broke Gohan in a way nothing else could. I was told he changed, then. He became the warrior that he never was before because he stopped caring about becoming a scholar. He wanted to become a man his father would be proud of. Piccolo and Kuririn and my dad . . . Vejita . . . they all died. Every one of them. They’re all gone. All that is left of the Z Warriors is me. Well, Master Roshi is still around, but other than that, they’re all dead. All of them.” He looked away. “If it wasn’t for Gohan, I would probably be dead, too.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Trunks.”

“Don’t be. You didn’t kill them.”

“No, but I should’ve been there to help, at least a little. I mean, I couldn’t have done much, but I could’ve at least healed Goku and the others. I could’ve strengthened them. I could’ve helped, at least a little.”

He smiled slightly. “Gohan was right about you. You’re good for us.”

I shrugged. “I’m okay.”

He shook his head. “No. Your blood strengthened me enough that I nearly killed one of the Androids.” His eyes caught mine. “You are good for us.”

I shrugged again. “I’m a lot of trouble.”

“Yea, but your trouble is that you make everyone that meets you love you.”

I looked away at that. “That’s not my problem. My problem is that problems follow me.”

“No, that’s what you say your problem is. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re coming back into the past with me. You missed the first trip, so I’m not letting you out of this one. Come on, let’s get ready to go.”

“I can travel myself. . . .”

“But because of me, you won’t get to the right place. At all. So you’re going with me, in the machine.” He stood, helped me up. “Now get ready to go, Story, because it’s time.”

“I don’t have any clothes. . . .”

He groaned. “Fine! Go shopping with mother for an hour, then come find me and let’s go.” He walked off before I could retract my statement.

I turned and ran back to the house, coming face-to-face with Burama as she was coming out. “Uh, hi, Burama. . . .”

“Trunks told me you need clothes. He said we need to go shopping.”

I shrugged. “I’m good.”

She grabbed my arm. “Oh, no you are not! Let’s go!” She pulled me to a waiting car and shoved me inside. “Now . . . where shall we go?”

I tell you one thing. The prospect of shopping with her . . . terrified me.

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I paced for a few minutes, standing atop Kami’s Place. I did not like it up here. It was too high up and I don’t like heights. That and Gohan and Goku were supposed to come out of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber any second now. I was so nervous about seeing Gohan again. At the moment, I was hiding behind the building there, keeping out of sight and keeping my power level low and unnoticeable. I’d told Trunks not to tell anyone I was here until I was ready to show myself. Finally, I worked up my nerve and walked around the building.

Piccolo saw me first. His eyes sharpened on me instantly and recognition went through them. He nodded at me, barely visibly.

I nodded back. I was on the other side of the door to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, but I heard footsteps approaching the door quickly. I turned my head to look at it just as the door slowly opened. I took a few quick steps back, my nerve failing.

I did not recognize the tall, muscular young man who walked out and looked around, but I recognized the man behind him as Goku. Gohan did not emerge. I waited, but nobody else came out.

“See? I told you! They are here!”

“You’re right,” the boy said in a slightly familiar voice. He looked around himself. He had long, spiked blond hair and blue eyes and was wearing a purple Gi like Piccolo’s. His eyes swept the platform and when he saw me, they widened and he froze, the breath in his throat seeming to choke him. He turned and took one step toward me, just one, and reached out one hand as if he would touch me. Then he blinked and rubbed his eyes. When his eyes opened again, he started taking small, quick steps toward me. His mouth opened just slightly and he mouthed, “Story?”

Caught in his gaze, I backed away from him for every step that he took toward me until one foot met empty air. My eyes widened and I felt myself beginning to fall--

And he grabbed the front of the shirt Burama had bought me and yanked me into him hard enough the shirt tore just slightly with a loud sound. His arms wrapped around me and he folded me into his warm body. I realized slowly that he was taller than I was by about four inches. His hand went to the back of my head and he pulled me closer, holding my head against his throat.

I struggled against him. “Let . . . go . . . !” I breathed, pushing against his chest with all my might. He didn’t even budge.

He froze. “Ar-are you pushing against me?”

That did it. I collapsed, panting, against him, giving up. “You didn’t even notice?!”

“How long were you pushing?”

“Since you pulled me into you!”

He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, a smirk curled around his mouth. “I remember when you were stronger.”

I started to ask why and he pulled me back into him, holding tight enough I couldn’t breathe. “Can’t . . . breathe!”

He loosened just slightly and pulled back again. “Do you recognize me, Story?”

I shook my head.

He smiled softly and his eyes changed to black and his hair dimmed to black. His muscular body leaned out a bit and he was lanky and tall, but not as muscled and now he was only an inch or two taller. “What about now?”

I stared at him, taking in every detail, but I couldn’t piece it together why he looked so familiar. “No.”

He touched the scar on my neck. “I have a scar on my wrist that matches this one.”

I froze. “N-no. You’re not Gohan.”

“Why not?”

“Gohan’s a little boy!” I said.

That seemed to take him aback, then he laughed. Hard. When he stopped laughing, he looked down at me and the laughter made his eyes shine. “It’s been, what, six years since the last time you saw me? Or, wait, no, since the last time I saw you. I’ve grown quite a bit in those six years.”

I shook my head, pushing against him. “Y-you’re not Gohan, no way!”

He nodded. “I drank your blood, I stood up for you against Vejita, I touched your wings. Yea, I’m Gohan.” A soft smile curled around his lips. “I am the little boy you saved.”

I shuddered. Wow, he had definitely grown. “You-you got big.”

He nodded. “Yes, I did. You stayed the same height.”

“Can you let go of me now?”

He shook his head. “No. I have something to show you. Dad and I have been working on it since he got back.” He jumped into the air and sped away, fast enough I had to cling to him and bury my face in his shoulder to breathe. “We’ll be there in a few--Hi, Korin!” He flew directly downward for a few seconds, then changed his path until he was flying parallel to the ground. He flew like that for a little bit before he began to descend, rather quickly.

I closed my eyes, breathing deeply.

He touched down gently, but didn’t let me go. “Okay, I know you hate being carried, but it was the easiest and fastest way to get here.” He slowly loosened his arms until I was clinging to him on my own.

After a moment, I stepped away. I swayed and he put a hand to my shoulder to keep me steady. I batted him away. “I’m fine.”

He stepped around me to stand behind me and covered my eyes with his hands. “Okay, now follow me.” He stepped closer until he had his body right up against my back.

I stepped away.

He stepped closer, but this time with a slight angle to his body.

Oh. I got it. I followed his lead until we were facing the other way and he kept me walking for a few minutes until he stepped in close once more, but didn’t let me pull away. “Gohan-”

“Shh, for a minute. I’m enjoying the view. I think you’ll love it.” After a moment, his hands slipped away and his arms came around my waist.

I would’ve snapped and told him to let go, but in front of me was a lovely little log cabin with red and black roses planted all around it. Up one side of the cabin, a vine of beautiful white flowers grew. The cabin was fully wood, beautiful, bare to the naked eye so as to behold the very loveliness in which it stood. The door was slightly open in an inviting way. I turned my head slightly to look back at Gohan. “Wh-what is this?”

“Dad and I built it for you. It’s your home. Burama stocked it with clothes. What do you think?”

“I-I have clothes.”

He shrugged. “Now you have more.” He shifted, somehow managing to push himself closer against me.

Which reminded me how close he was. “Gohan, back up.”

“R-right!” he said, sounding embarrassed. He backed away and I turned. He looked away, a blush on his face. “Sorry, I forgot we were that close. I just really was excited to see your reaction to the cabin.” His face was red and he was scratching his head, looking away.

I rolled my eyes. “It’s okay, Gohan.”

He smiled and looked up, still blushing slightly. “Sorry.”

“All right, shall I go look around in my new home?”

He shook his head, blush gone. “You can, but I want to take you somewhere first. I’ll take you to your bedroom, then you get your bathing suit and put it on and let’s go.”

“B-bathing suit?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

I shook my head. “Why can’t we just--”

“Story, go get your bathing suit on.” He took my hand into his easily--his hand was twice the size of mine now--and pulled me along beside him. He pulled me through the door of the cabin and into what looked like a kitchen. The counters were dark wood and beautifully squared with rounded edges and marble tops. The fridge and stove were shiny black and new. The floor was a dark wood to match the counters and the walls were naked with log. It was beautiful. There were two doors, both dark wood. He pulled me through one of them and into a huge bedroom. The floor, walls and ceiling were painted to look like the night sky. In the center of the room, there was a candle chandelier with a moon hanging from the center of it. Under that chandelier was a giant, four-poster bed with a filmy, black curtain around the posts. The sheets were black and looked silk. The blanket was thick and black. Oh, my God, it was gorgeous as hell.

On one side of the room, there was a giant armoire that I almost missed because it was painted to look just like the rest of the room. On the other side was a black door that, again, I almost missed. I turned and looked at Gohan. “G-Gohan . . . I. . . .”

He touched one finger to my lips, smiling softly. “I knew you’d love it. Now, the armoire . . . open the second drawer down and you’ll see an array of bathing suits. Pick one you like and let’s go.” He turned and walked out.

I went to the armoire and opened the second drawer. There were quite a few bathing suits. . . . I sighed and picked one up, not even looking at it, and closed the drawer. I quickly changed, throwing my undergarments, redressing, onto the bed, and walked out. “All right, Gohan, I’m ready,” I called.

He instantly appeared in front of me, smiling. “Good, let’s go!” He grabbed my hand and started to run.

I struggled to keep up with him. His pace was fast, long strides, and I strove to match that. We kept running until we came to a stream. He stopped so suddenly, I nearly ran into his back.

“It’s deep here. Good for swimming.” He knelt and started pulling off his shoes.

I shook my head. “I-I don’t know about this. . . .”

He looked up at me, throwing his shoes aside. “Afraid to show me the bathing suit?”

I started to shake my head, but then nodded. “Yea.”

He smiled. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I know that! You‘re too young to think like that, anyway.” I sighed. “Fine, b-but turn.”

He nodded and stood, turning around.”

I undressed slowly, staring at the water in dread. When I was down to my bathing suit, I turned completely and stared at the water, back to Gohan.

Hands touched my shoulders. “It won’t bite,” Gohan said softly.

I looked back at him. “What?”

“The water. It won’t bite.”

“I don’t-”

“I know you’re afraid of water. I saw it the first time I met you. You’re afraid of water. It’s why I brought you here.”

“I am not-”

“Don’t lie to me.”

I sighed. “Fine. I’m afraid of water.”

He stepped into me and I could tell he’d stripped down to his swimming clothes. After a few minutes, he stepped closer. “Story,” he said warningly.

I stepped away, following his body until I was right at the edge, then I would go no further. “I-I can’t.” I turned to face him and I was so freaked out that I didn’t care how close he was. “No.”

“Story, you have to get over that fear. Trust me. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

I studied his eyes searchingly, then sighed and turned back around. “Okay. I trust you.” I took one step in--

And a fish jumped, a few yards away.

I yelped and turned back to Gohan. “No.”

“I’ll keep the big fish away from you. The little fish, you’ll have to deal with yourself. I won’t coddle you that much, but I will protect you. Go on. Trust me.”

I turned back and, taking a deep breath, waded in, with him right at my back. When I was waist-deep, I turned and looked at him. “Good?”

He shook his head. “Further. I’m going to teach you to swim.”

“Then this is good--please, Gohan, for me?”

He started to say something, then stopped and took a deep breath. “Okay. We’ll do it here. Okay.”

I smiled and hugged him. “Thank you!”

He smiled softly, a slight blush across his cheeks. “You are welcome. Um, so, the teaching . . . well, swimming is really easy . . . you just . . . watch me.”

I watched him swim circles around me, giving me step-by-step instructions. When, finally, it grew dark and I got cold, I could swim. I climbed out of the water, shivering, and pulled my clothes on. “It-it’s cold!”

He smiled, shaking his head to dry his hair. He pulled his own clothes on. “All right, now that you can swim, you can go home and get into your nice, warm bed.” He hugged me. “And shower first, a nice warm shower. It’ll help you get warm faster.”

I smiled at him. “Thanks, Gohan. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He nodded. “Definitely!” He waved and started off. “See you tomorrow, Story! Promise!”

“Bye!” I started running back into the direction I’d come from. It would be a long, hard battle . . . but I was glad I’d come here.
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