Trina | By : sesshyluver Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 1752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The next week was hell for Trina. She had invited Bra over, and although she was having a great time with her, she still couldn’t get Trunks off her mind. The two girls had become very close the last few days. She’d learned about Bra’s own troubles with her love, Goten. He, too, belonged to another woman, although that wasn’t Bra’s main problem. Her main problem was that he refused to see her as anything but his best friend’s kid sister.
Tonight was the last night before Trunks was due home. She and Bra rented a shit load of movies and popped popcorn. They stayed up as late as possible, talking about themselves and learning about one another. She was amazed that she now felt so at home here, despite her feelings for Trunks. Finally, exhaustion overcame the two girls, and they sank into the land of dreams.
“…Trina…,” a soft voice whispered in the darkness. Trina looked around her, unable to discern anything in the pitch back.
“…Trina…,” the voice called again. It was a lovely voice, filled with power. Looking harder, she spotted a small dot of white off in the distance. Racing toward it, she crashed through into a garden. A woman with sable hair that fell in gentle waves down her back and honeyed colored eyes stood in the middle of the garden, facing Trina. She was wearing a long, flowing white dress that hugged her body to perfection. The dress had spaghetti straps with slits up both sides to her thighs. She wore knee high white boots. She was wondrous.
The woman smiled kindly at Trina, motioning for her to come and sit on a bench that rested beside her. Slowly, Trina walked toward the woman and took the offered seat. She realized this wasn’t any dream, this was a vision. And she trusted this woman. She could see the purity of spirit coming off of her in waves.
“What is wrong, dear,” the woman questioned the answer already in her eyes.
“The man I love is with another. I don’t know how much longer I can stand to be around him,” she whispered sadly.
“Do not fret, Trina, for the love you and he will possess will outshine the stars. Men just need a little more time with these things,” she said softly, gently rubbing the sorrowful woman’s back. Trina began to cry. She didn’t know if she should believe this woman, but she knew that she wanted to. The woman gathered the sobbing girl in her arms, soothing her with words of comfort, fingers running softly through her hair. Regaining her composure, Trina leaned away from the woman to look her in the eyes.
“Who are you,” she asked respectfully. This woman held great power, she realized.
“I am just like you, a witch. Though my path through life was different, I also had to go through the heartaches of love,” she said with a hint of laughter in her voice.
“You’re much more powerful than I. What is your purpose,” she questioned.
“Ah, that question is a bit difficult. I may be more powerful than you, but that doesn’t change what I am. My purpose, though, it a little harder to define. I guess you could say I am a guardian of sorts.”
“A guardian?”
“Yes. I monitor the different dimensions of this universe and keep the balance between good and evil in sync. If the balance shifts too much toward evil, as is the most common case, I try to guide events. I only step in directly when there is no other choice.”
“That still doesn’t answer the question of why you came to me.”
“That’s because you hadn’t asked yet,” she said with feigned offense. Smiling, she reassured the girl that she wasn’t upset.
“My other purpose is to guide soul mates toward one another. Every so often, people will be too stubborn for their own good and ignore the signs. I make them look. Trunks is one of those stubborn people. He’s scared of relying on someone like that. I realize you are growing weary, that is why I came to you. I want you to hang on. Events will present themselves in your favor, if you are strong enough to handle them.”
“What events?”
“That I’m afraid I can’t disclose,” the woman said regretfully. Standing, the woman brought Trina to her feet. She gently led her through the gardens, giving Trina some much needed relaxation. She hadn’t realized how tense she’d become since the whole fiasco with Trunks had started. It seemed like so long ago that she’d met him when in reality it had only been a little over a week. Stopping, Trina faced the woman.
“How can I love someone so much after knowing them for such a small amount of time,” she questioned.
“Dear, true love isn’t a matter of time. I fell in love with my husband after only two months. It happens when your soul connects with theirs. Those who find their true loves in their lifetime unite them for all eternity. They will be reborn and come together again and again. It’s the way of things,” she stated. Trina thought over the woman’s words, realizing she was right. Now if only Trunks would shape up everything would be fine.
“Do not worry, he will come around soon,” the woman said, as if reading Trina’s thoughts.
“Just do me two favors. Tell no one of your vision, for it is not for them to know. Second, when I come to you again with a plan to get Trunks, incorporate Bra and Goten. They, too, are soul mates. I fear Bra would not act on my advice if I visited her in her dreams. She would most likely dismiss it as her overactive imagination. I will visit Goten, though in a different way.”
“Very well, but I have one more question.”
“Yes?”
“What is your name?”
“My name is Makai, Guider of Souls. Goodbye my dear. I shall see you in another dream.”
Trina could feel herself falling away from the beautiful garden toward consciousness. She desperately tried to hold it off, wanting to speak with Makai a little longer. Someone was shaking her, calling her name. Finally, she couldn’t fight it anymore, and allowed herself to be carried away.
Trina awoke with a start, almost slamming her forehand into Bra’s nose. Looking around, she realized it was morning. Glancing at the clock it read 9:30 a.m. Shit, Trunks was supposed to be home at ten. How were they going to clean up this mess in half an hour?
“Holy hell, Bra. We have to get this cleaned up quick.”
“I know. Trunks is coming up the driveway now with his slut.”
“What?!”
Not believing her bad luck, Trina decided the only way to clean up the mess in less than a minute was to use magic. Summoning up the correct spell, she concentrated on drawing forth her power. Muttering the incantation under her breath, she released the energy to do her bidding. Before her eyes, bowls and cups settled themselves in the dishwasher while soap was poured into the proper compartment. Popcorn floated from the floor to the trashcan and the blankets folded themselves neatly. Just as Trunks walked in the door, Veronica behind him, the dishwasher started.
“Welcome home, Trunks,” she exclaimed, causing said man to look at her strangely.
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