Save me from darkness   7. Okay guys, there’s a dream sequence here so its all screwed up *on purpose* its just one of those chapters that just fills in those little plot wholes here and there... and there... oh! Found another one... Sorry if its no good -_- I’m trying. Oh one more thing ^_^; I can’t write fighting scenes... so be gentle! Be gentle anyway if you think this fic sucks *which it probably does* (past timeline with future hybrids) The sun shone brightly, its warm rays bathing the inhabitants of the open green field, the gently breeze bringing with it the scent of late spring flowers. Trunks smiled happily as he lay back in the grass and allowed those cool, soft blades to caress his face. Today was going to be perfect. It had been years since the whole Buu incident and now both Saiya-jin families had come together for a large picnic. Bra and Pan were happily chasing each other around the large trees that loomed about the clearing, their laughter filling the air. Goten and his father were engaged in a feigned sparring session, their movements graceful but not serious. His parents were assisting Chichi in getting the food out (Vegeta being the only trustworthy Saiya-jin in the fact that he could control his appetite) whilst Gohan and Videl snuggled in the grass next to him. Everything was just great, Kami even his father was in a good mood. The twenty three year old sucked in a fresh breath of air before leaning further into the grass whilst the smell of all the delicious food they’d brought made every other Saiya-jin gather on the red/white chequered blanket. A roar of pure power knocked him out of the peaceful daze he’d dropped into, his eyes snapping open in shock. “Nani?” he breathed whilst sitting up and looking at woods which seemed to darken into a menacing shade of murky green. “That...ki” he heard Goku whisper as all the warriors present stood and the two girls ran to their mothers; all prepared to protect each other. Then the air around him seemed to still as the next sequence of events passed by in slow motion and everything around him was engulfed by flames. He saw Brolie, his tall muscular body walking casually from the decimated tress, his tail lashing in anticipation. The Legendary Saiya-jin then transformed before all the shocked people. First his green hair flared into bright blond, then gold and finally, those long locks of spiked hair burst forth and flowed down his back like a waterfall. Trunks couldn’t move, couldn’t talk as he watched the jewellery covered Saiya-jin, the simple outfit of baggy white pants and red sarong amplified and made terrifying by the sheer power that rushed about the other Saiya-jin.  No one should be that strong. Suddenly his surroundings changed and blurred away until he saw all his friends and family lined up before him, all of them happy and laughing. Then, they to were engulfed in flames, just like the field. Chichi shrivelled away, as did his mother, Piccolo, Son Goku and the other warriors of Chikyu-sei. The images of the other hybrids became wan, older and depressed before they too vanished... and his father... Trunks bit his lip as he looked down at the tanned creature on the floor with blood all over him, his eyes lifeless as they stared at each other.... “Kami!!” Bulma looked at him worriedly, those big blue eyes showing motherly affection and infinite sadness. “Trunks... what happened? Are you okay? Why isn’t Vegeta with you? And where is Piccolo? Are they...” she asked frantically as they, along with other hybrids and ningen, hid within a Capsule Corp bunker beneath west city whilst Brolie had his ‘fun’. The lavender haired man just starred at her as tears leaked from his eyes. He, Vegeta and Piccolo had escaped the first fight with minor injuries compared to everyone else since the manic Saiya-jin had only been interested in killing Kakkarot... which he had done. His father reasoned that the tail had given Brolie the needed boost to defeat the champion of Chikyu-sei. Goku’s death had Goten and Gohan pretty rattled. Come to think of it, they’d all been lucky to escape with their lives, especially the ningen whom, thanks to Bulma, had escaped in hover crafts. And so, with Son Goku dead and the Son boys in critical condition, the last three warriors went to try and slow the maniac down whilst Bulma and Chichi, tried to get the other Saiya-jins back in shape. Plus, if the three could keep Brolie distracted, then Pan and Bra could alert the rest of the ningen and help them find shelter. It hadn’t taken long to find Brolie as he hovered over the terrified populace of Ginger Town who scurried about like ants; all desperately trying to flea the being that loomed above them. In fact, Trunks had a sneaking suspicion that the lunatic had been waiting for them, especially since he turned around and greeted them with a friendly wave. “What took you so long? Really!” Brolie chuckled, his long mane of hair shaking with his soft laughter. “I could have destroyed this planet a million times over after Kakkarot had his little... accident” the true blooded Saiya-jin laughed insanely, making the three warriors enraged. “Bastard!” Piccolo screamed before powering up to his fullest and charging the level three fighter whose tail just swayed contentedly behind him. “Idiot!” He heard his father growl before they’d all tackled the taller being, each of them getting pummelled in turn. “Is this all you have?” Brolie had asked some time during the fight before cranking up his aura and knocking them all back. “Pathetic”  he laughed. “I almost wish Kakkarot were still alive, at least I broke a sweat in that battle”. And that’s when the bastard looked at his father, a strange glint sparking within those electric green eyes. “The again, ‘you’ might have some uses after all... its been far too long Vegeta...”      “No! Don’t touch him! Let him go you bastard!!”. Bra blinked open sleepy eyes, her dishevelled appearance not really registering as she threw the covers from her bed and stood up. Kami! That stupid man who looked like her brother was in the room next to hers and he hadn’t shut up all night! Gods she couldn’t take it anymore! She wanted to sleep! Growling, she straightened her cotton pyjamas and walked out of the large, pink room, her eyes, for the moment, avoiding her many possessions as she strode to toward the door and opened it. Then, she walked a few paces down the hall and opened the guest bedroom, her rational mind not working because the fact that he was a very powerful stranger didn’t bother her. The teen then sucked in her breath and stormed up to the bed, fully prepared to let loose all her thunder... until. She blinked down at the man, his face covered in tears whilst he curled into a ball and wept. “I couldn’t help him Mama... Piccolo tried and was killed.... knocked me unconscious... claimed him... don’t no where they... Papa...”. The blue haired female felt her heart clench, she’d always been able to sense emotions far clearer than anyone else, hence her relationship with Vegeta, and the pain <Trunks> was feeling couldn’t be more genuine. “I tried... I wasn’t strong enough... Papa...”. Sighing, the teen sat next to him, her eyes filled with worry. There was no more doubt in her mind that this man was her brother and that something bad had happened. She gulped. Kami, she’d been so nasty and untrusting... if only she could help. Then it struck her. With a quick look at the weeping male, she left the room and entered her own. “Oh! Where is it?” she asked the air whilst searching for her favourite thing. “Yes!” she smiled whilst her hands clutched big cream bunny her father had brought her for her forth birthday. Then the girl raised it to her nose and breathed in the scent, it smelt just like her dad. “This should do!” she smiled whilst she left the room and re-entered that of her <brothers>. Then, taking great care to not disturb the sleeping man, she tucked the large bunny under his arm and watched as he settled against it with a sigh. A smile lit her face, making her the picture of Bulma before she leaned against the wall and slouched down to lie of the think carpet. She’d stay here tonight, just to keep an eye on him. “Sweet dreams <Trunks-kun>” she yawned as she tried to settle, her eyes gently closing. Back