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Unforgtten Wrath	By : KeikoDogDemon Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Unforgotten Wrath

Chapter 3

By Caitlin (AKA Fuzzyandroid)

Trunks flew as fast as he could towards the beach. He was determined to chase away his troubles somehow, and a relaxing stroll along the shoreline was just what he needed to calm down. It was still dark out, but dawn was only a few hours away. Bulma never got up before eight o� clock, so he figured he�d try to be home around 7:30. That would give him plenty of time.

He soon realized he was passing over a cemetery; the same one his master Gohan had been buried in. He hadn�t visited his old friend�s gravesite in years. Descending down from the sky, he flew low over the tombstones, searching for Gohan�s name. He finally found it near the center of the graveyard. Kneeling down, he sat in silence for a few moments. Then, to his utter despair, he began to cry. It was so unexpected; he didn�t even realize he was doing it until the tears began streaming down his face.

Trunks had been grieving over Gohan since his death. Often the pain had been so overwhelming, he felt that he would burst. Now, staring at the whittled text on his master�s headstone, that feeling came rushing back with full intensity.

Regaining himself, Trunks wiped away the tears from his eyes, took flight, and headed for the beach. Once there, he removed his shirt, feeling the cold ocean mist hitting his chest. Taking a deep breath, he tasted the salt that was lingering in the air. This is the life, he thought to himself as he began his trek across the seashore. Along the way, he occasionally picked up rocks and flipped them out across the water. This helped to relieve him of some of the stress that had been building over the past few days.

He eventually got bored, and jumped into the surf for a swim. Rolling over onto his back, he commenced to entertain himself by doing backstrokes while gazing up into the night sky. The moon was full that night, and the stars as numerous as the sand on the beach. It was times like that that made Trunks appreciate Mother Nature�s true beauty.

At that moment, he heard sirens in the distance. Standing up in the water, he listened carefully to the noise. It sounded as if it was coming from downtown. Hastily, Trunks ran back to the shore, pulled on his shirt, and flew towards the direction of the sound. If he hurried, he might just get to see what the commotion was all about

The area surrounding City Hall was in an uproar. Pedestrians were crowding the streets, moving this way and that, trying to find out from friends and neighbors what was going on. Others were literally hanging out of bedroom windows, watching the turmoil from a distance.

Trunks walked over to a police officer as he and his partner were getting out of their vehicle and asked, �Sir, what�s happened? Why are all these people here?�

The officer looked at him like he was crazy. �You mean you haven�t heard?�

Trunks was confused. �No, I can�t say I�ve heard anything.�

�Gosh, kid, you are lost. Well, the weirdest thing happened. Just an hour ago, all the people on 5th Avenue claim to have spotted a UFO floating over the neighborhood. Witnesses say that a laser shot out from the ship and blew up five houses. All we know is that five families lost their lives tonight, and their homes were left in ruin. Now, along with what happened yesterday to the administrative center, citizens everywhere are worried that they�ll be target to the next act of violence.�

Trunks was shocked. �Do the people who were at the scene of the disaster have any proof it was a spaceship that destroyed those houses?�

�No, that�s why I think they�re crazy.�

�Thank you, sir, for the information.�

�You�re welcome, son�oh, and this story will be on the morning news. You might want to watch it since you missed the radio broadcast a little while ago.�

�Okay. I�ll be sure to watch it. Thanks again, officer.�

As Trunks flew home, he recalled what had happened the previous day. Three strange creatures had blown up an office building, and he had barely managed to save the people inside. Could it be possible that the same aliens that had destroyed the tower were also responsible for the disaster that had occurred that night on 5th Avenue? It seemed to Trunks that his life was getting creepier and creepier.
�Trunks, where in the hell have you been?! I�ve been worrying my ass off for hours wondering what you were up to! Why do you do this? Do you enjoy making me fret like this?!�

Bulma had been furious when Trunks had tried to sneak in through his bedroom window right before dawn. She�d been sitting at his desk when he squeezed inside, barely awake, but still conscious. The first thing she had done was ask him where he�d gone and what he�d done; and, as if she wasn�t worried enough, when Trunks told her about the sighting of the UFO, she lost it.

�Trunks!� she�d shouted. �You could have been killed if you�d been there when the houses were blown up! There�s no telling what kind of power those aliens have! That�s one thing I learned from being with Goku fo loo long: never underestimate an enemy! If you had come face to face with those creeps and gotten killed, I�d never have been able to get over it!�

Trunks almost didn�t know what to say. All he could do was apologize and say how he hadn�t meant to worry her. At that, Bulma�s face softened. She rushed to her son put her arms around him, and hugged him with all that was in her.

�I know you didn�t mean to hurt me. I also realize that you�re the strongest person on Earth and that you�re a Super Saiyan, but I will never think of that as an excuse to let you go out at all hours of the night to fight evil mutant aliens. I learned the hard way the consequences of taking anyone too lightly. When I found out that even your father couldn�t defeat the androids, I almost lost it. The only thing that kept me going was you. I hope you realize now the pain I�ll have to face if you ever get killed.�

Trunks looked his mother in the eyes and said, �Mom, I will never leave you alone. That is one thing you don�t have to worry about.�

�Just try to keep your promise. Remember yesterday when you told me you�d always be careful and be sure to notify of where you�re going?�

�I�m sorry, Mom. You�re right; I haven�t been keeping that promise. I�ll try harder.�

�Okay. As long as you�re sincere about it, that�s all that matters.�

Trunks smiled. �By the way, what should we do today?�

�How about we go to the Super World amusement park? I hear it�s even better now that they�ve fixed it up, especially after what the androids did to it.�

�Sure, Mom, that�ll be fun. How about we get there early so we don�t have to wait in line for the rides?�

�Okay. Just give me some time to get ready.�

Twenty minutes later, Bulma steered the car towards Super World. Along the way, she and Trunks reminisced about the days when Gohan was still alive.

�I still can�t believe a guy like Gohan could be defeated by those tin cans,� Trunks said with a sigh. �He should have been able to defeat them.�

�Son, I know how much you miss him. He was a great friend to me, as well, but that shouldn�t be any reason to give up. He�s been dead almost five years now�wow, I can�t believe it�s been that long.�

�Yeah, it�s almost unbelievable to me, too.�

�Hey, we�re almost to the beach. Roll down your window so we can get some of that sweet-smelling air in here.� Trunks did as his mother asked, and almost immediately, the ocean air hit them.

�Gosh,� Bulma said with a sigh. �I wish we lived closer to the beach. The smell alone is amazing�it�s addictive, too.�

�Yeah, I know what you mean.�

Just then, Trunks took a glance out his window at the sand. There, playing Frisbee with her dog and looking sexy in a skimpy one-piece swimsuit, was Tekilla. Trunks was so surprised that he practically jumped out of his seat.

�Mom!� he shouted. �Go on without me! I�ll catch up!�

Bulma pulled over to the shoulder of the road and stared at her son. �Why, Trunks?�

�Uhhh�there�s someone down there I want to talk to.�

Bulma looked to where Trunks was pointing and smirked. �Oh, I see. Okay, son, go ahead. But don�t do anything I wouldn�t do.�

Trunks got out of the car and waved as Bulma drove off. Then he turned around and walked down to the shoreline.

Tekilla had never looked better to him. Everything about her, her figure, her eyes, her smile, and her laugh, left him weak in the knees. Even the way her ebony hair blew in the breeze left him speechless.

Pulling together every ounce of courage inside him, he walked up to her and waved. Almost immediately, she noticed him. Throwing the Frisbee for her dog once more, she ran up to him and smiled.

�Hey, I remember you�Trunks, right?�

�Yeah, that�s right.� Trunks was astonished that she rberebered who he was. She must have gone out with several guys in her lifetime, with the figure she had. It had to be hard to remember them all. The fact that she had remembered his name was mind-boggling.

�What brings you out here?� he asked.

�It tht thought my buddy Bowser and I would have some fun playing fetch. I hardly ever have time to myself anymore, so whenever I get the chance, I come to the beach.

�Don�t have time?�

Tekilla smiled once again. �Yeah. I�m a student at the local university, and with all the work I get loaded down with every day, it�s hard to find time to do anything fun.�

�Do you get good grades?�

�Are you kidding? It�s takes every little bit of energy I have to keep all A�s.�

�That�s awesome! What do you study?�

�I don�t really specialize in anything yet. I�m a sophomore. Next year, though, I hope to study law and science�and maybe even learn a little fashion sense.�

The situation just kept getting better and better. Not only did the girl have good looks, but she also seemed to have a brain. If they ever got married, Trunks decided, he wouldn�t have to take care of her all the time. She�d be making her own money.

The idea of marriage surprised Trunks. He�d never really thought about the subject until he met Tekilla. Now he kept wondering what it would be like. If it ever happened to him, would he be happy? Would it be as much work as Bulma had always said it was? What would it be like to know someone loved you more than they loved their own self? Would the sex be good? Trunks had so many questions; he�d never be able to bring them out into the open.

Trunks looked again at the girl of his dreams. Taking a deep breath, he asked, �Tekilla, I was wondering�would you like to do something with me tomorrow night?�

Tekilla smiled and laughed. �Are you actually asking me out on a date?�

Trunks blushed. He couldn�t believe this. He could go up against the strongest fighters in the universe, but he couldn�t talk to a girl. It was ridiculous.

�Yes,� he said. �I guess I am.�

�Great! I�d love to go out with you. Seven o� clock all right?�

�Yeah, that�s perfect.�

�Okay.� Tekilla gave Trunks her address. Then she smiled one more time as she took the Frisbee from Bowser�s mouth and threw it again. �I guess I�ll see you tomorrow night, then?�

�Yeah,� Trunks answered. �I can�t wait.�

�Same here. Bye for now!�

As Trunks watched her and Bowser run away, Trunks felt a sudden deadness come over him. He�d never been on a real date before, and especially not with a girl like Tekilla. He knew that if he didn�t do something soon, he�d be falling head over heels for her even more so than he already was. What had he gotten himself into?
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