Stay Alive | DragonballZ Fanfiction

Chapter 2

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Trunks attempts to make conversation with me after applying the healing spray to the wound on my chin, but I keep my mouth sealed shut. He studies me for a moment, then picks up the blanket they had wrapped me in after they 'rescued' me. He shakes the dirt out of the red fabric, then reaches his arm out. I jerk my knee away from the fabric.

"It gets very cold around here at night."

A strong gust of wind blows over us, proving his point. The cold breeze is enough to make my teeth chatter. Trunks tries handing me the blanket again, but I reject it, instead choosing to hug my knees in close to my body to keep warm.

"The bunker entrance could be anywhere on this mountain. Gohan might not return until morning. You'll freeze to death before he gets back."

Another, stronger, gust of wind blows over us. I suppress the urge to cry. It feels like winter here, the complete opposite of the warm tropical weather I had been enjoying earlier in the morning. They must've taken me farther away than I thought. If that's the case, then It could take months for mom and uncle 17 to find me. That's if I don't freeze to death first.

" That's disappointing," I imagine mom saying after finding my skeleton on the mountain, scraps of blonde hair and pieces of the pink dress scattered across the ground.

I picture my bones cracking beneath uncle 17's shoes as he surveys my remains with disinterest. "I told you it would be a waste of time looking for her." He snorts." Remind me, why did we keep a pitifully weak creature like her around anyway?"

I squeeze my knees tighter against my body, "Trunks is right. I need to stay warm. I need to stay alive. Dying now less than twenty-four hours after being kidnapped would be shameful."

Trunks sighs, setting the blanket on the ground.

In one swift tug he unzips his jacket, then removes his thick, blue jacket completely, revealing a body only hours of daily training could produce. It's hard to believe my petite mother and slim uncle are effortlessly stronger than these guys. Real strength is more than a fighter's size.

"Here, you can wear my jacket since you don't like the blanket." Trunks ignores my protests and drapes his warm jacket over my shoulders, which practically engulfs me. I'm so tiny compared to him.

"What about you?" I squeak. Trunks is only wearing a tank top, the bottom half of a grey gi, yellow boots, and has a heavy sword strapped over his back. He's my kidnapper and having him die from hypothermia would only benefit me, but I can't help but worry about the younger man. He's nice, and I don't want anything bad to happen to him.

"She's being stupid again," Uncle 17 would dramatically complain if he were here.

Trunks smiles. "My body is different from yours. It's kind of difficult to explain, but you don't need to worry about me. I can always build a fire or curl up in the blanket if I get cold."

"Can you build a fire now?"

Trunks' eyes widen." Are you still cold?"

I look down at the ground." No. It's just....It's very dark out."

It's not likely that Mom or Uncle 17 are flying anywhere near this area, but if they are, then maybe a giant campfire in the middle of the woods would be worth investigating. It's worth a shot.

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Gohan returns two hours later. He doesn't look pleased at the sight of the campfire but says nothing about it.

"Did you find the entrance?" Trunks asks. He hands Gohan a bottle of water from the cooler he produced out of a dyno cap. He'd only brought drinks. There aren't any snacks.

Gohan takes the bottled water and sits down on the opposite end of the campfire. He stares into the flames with a haunted expression. Something tells me that this man has never had a peaceful sleep a day in his life. My fingers reach up and pinch the sensitive skin behind my ear as I scold myself for feeling sympathy for my kidnapper again.

"I did. I must've pounded on that door for 30 minutes straight. No one came to open it."

Trunks straightens up, alert. There's fear in his eyes as he asks," Do you think something happened to them? Maybe the androids were one step ahead of us. I thought it was fishy they'd just leave the girl alone and unharmed - it was all part of their trap!"

Trunks touches the hilt of his sword but doesn't unsheathe it. His eyes dart around the forest and up at the sky, expecting an attack to happen at any moment. My heart fiercely pounds against my chest with renewed hope that I'll be rescued.

Gohan smiles and his voice sounds light as he speaks." Haha, I'm sure Tonin must've drank too much liquor and fell asleep while on watch again." He scratches the back of his head." The girls will make their morning rounds at daybreak, we can get inside then."

Trunks lets out a loud, relieved sigh, and relaxes his body. He slides off his sword strap and tosses it into the dirt. He lays on his back with a loud groan. "Tonin is going to get us killed one day. Fuck that guy and fuck his stupid bunker."

"Just try and get some sleep," Gohan suggests, smiling as Trunks begins to snore right as the words leave his lips. I'm positive Trunks is only pretending to sleep, until his snores become louder, and a small fart can be heard coming from his body.

It seems I'm not the only one who's had a long day.

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Gohan is laying on his side facing away from the campfire when I wake up. Without realizing it I had dozed off. The warmth from Trunks' jacket combined with the heat of the fire was enough to knock me out for a few hours.

I blink away the sleep and take in my surroundings. The fire has reduced itself to a pile of hot glowing coals. It's still dark out, but light enough for me to make out more than what's in front of me. If I'm right, the sun will rise over the mountaintop within an hour and Gohan will lock me away in an underground bunker, possibly forever.

If I'm going to escape, now is the best time to do it.

The sword! I suddenly remember, stopping after only taking three short steps. I glance down at the dirt. The sword is in the same spot Trunks had thrown it, sheathe and all. With trembling hands, I manage to slide the sword out of its sheathe.

The tip of the metal blade draws a line in the dirt as I slowly approach a still sleeping Gohan. I stop directly behind him, captivated by the way his shoulders gently rises and falls with his steady breathing. The only thing louder than my drumming heart at this moment is Trunks' snoring.

"He kidnapped you! He's going to keep you a prisoner! Who knows what evil things he'll do to you once you're alone with him," Uncle 17 shouts, wrapping his hand over mine to support my decision.

Mom purrs in my ear." Killing him in his sleep will be the humane choice. We won't be so gentle once we find him. Just look at his arm, that was just a warning."

Yes, this is what my family would want me to do. This is what I MUST do if I want to escape, I tell myself as I lift the sword high above my head. I glance over at Trunks once more, perhaps hoping the younger man will wake up and stop me, but his eyes are still closed and he's still snoring. A rooster wouldn't be enough to wake him up.

I suck in a deep breath, setting my vision upon the light skin of Gohan's neck.

"I'm sorry," I whimper, swinging the sword down with all my might.