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Dreamers
by Sniffles
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Trunks murdered Goku but is now going to marry Pan. Piccolo, Gohan, and Krillian want to save her but what happens if Gero, who works for Trunks, creates an ‘alternate universe’ machine?
Each chapter will be split into smaller parts. A head’s up for chapter one. 0.1 is like a prologue. It will be the only passage in first person in this story. So if you don’t like first person, just skip it.
Each chapter will be split into smaller parts. A head’s up for chapter one. 0.1 is like a prologue. It will be the only passage in first person in this story. So if you don’t like first person, just skip it.
Graphic Violence
Chapter 05
4.1“It should have worked.” Dr. Gero muttered, tinkering further with the controls of the machine.
Ken watched, rubbing his head and wincing. “Shouldn’t I be looking for Trunks?”
“He can take care of himself.” Dr. Gero barely glanced at Ken before continuing his work.
Ken wasn’t so sure. The way Trunks had been looking that night… it didn’t bode well at all. He sighed and shook his head before getting to his feet, “I’m going out.”
“See if you can’t find me an Ambiblifier.”
“An Amwhatsafer?” Ken repeated.
Dr. Gero sighed heavily and looked at Ken sharply before turning back to his work.
With a shrug Ken walked out of the room.
***
4.2
They spoke little to each other. As Trunks very carefully ate, Gohan stared openly. It made Trunks uncomfortable but he was hardly in any position to demand Gohan stop. So, they continued in that manner until Trunks was done eating. When he finished he carefully placed the spoon into the bowl and laid the bowl in his lap. It was warm and heated his lap quite nicely. He hesitantly raised his eyes to meet Gohan’s gaze. “Goten?”
Gohan scowled, “What about Goten?”
“I’d… I’d really like to see him.” Trunks said quietly, looking down.
“Well, you can’t.” Gohan took the bowl roughly out of Trunks's hands and walked out of the room.
Trunks sighed. He felt stronger now that his stomach was full so he slid his legs off the bed and after taking a deep breath he attempted to stand. His legs were unsteady and protested as he rested his weight on them. He stood by the bed for a moment, just letting the feeling return to legs that had been unused for far too long. Then, he began the long trek to the door.
His legs gave out just when he reached the door and he stopped himself from falling by holding his hands out and grabbing the doorknob. He leaned against the door heavily while he caught his breath, then continued his unsteady journey out of the room.
***
4.3
Gohan sat on the couch, scowling at the wall. He heard a noise and jumped to his feet. The door to Trunks room opened and Trunks stepped out. The boy was clearly unsteady and weak. He glanced at Gohan, a certain measure of fear and resolution in his eyes before he began to walk slowly towards the couch. Gohan sat down and watched warily. Trunks didn’t appear to be faking his unsteadiness, his fear, or his weakness.
And if he was faking it he was an incredibly good actor. Better than any Gohan had ever seen.
Trunks made it to the couch and sank down in the cushion across from Gohan. He was breathing heavily and the moment he was seated he closed his eyes and leaned his head back with an unsteady sigh. It was while Trunks was panting for air that Gohan finally noticed it.
He should have seen it earlier.
He leaned close, grabbing a handful of Trunks's hair and carefully turning the boy’s head. Ice blue eyes shot open to stare at Gohan with fear. Gohan ignored that gaze as he continued turning Trunks's head until he could get a closer look at the boy’s neck.
He let out a sharp gasp and pulled back abruptly. He got to his feet, “Who are you?” He demanded.
Trunks stared up at him with wide eyes. “G.. Gohan?”
“Who are you!?” Gohan demanded again, his voice breaking with his shock, “You’re not Trunks, so who are you?!”
Trunks could only stare. He had no idea how to answer that question.
***
4.4
The first thing that registered in his tired mind was that he was cold. He slowly opened his eyes. Everything was dark and he was uncertain at first if the darkness was caused by his eyes or the room he was in. He sat up and looked around him. He was in a cell. There were no windows and very little light seeping through cracks in the walls.
He was lying on a cold, concrete floor. He got to his feet unsteadily and walked to the door. He banged on it, “HEY!”
His voice echoed in the room.
“LET ME OUT!”
No answer.
He slammed his fists into the door and released a burst of energy. The energy reflected off the door and slammed into his chest, throwing him across the room. He hit the wall hard and slid to the floor unconscious.
