My Sword and Your Katana

Chapter 5: Your Love Kills Me

Author's Note:

I'm going to start to do P.O.V. because I feel that it is necessary. In this chapter, it will mostly centered on Tsubaki's thoughts. Also, this will be the start of the offensive/disgusting/mature parts of the story. I will be spreading stuff out. I'm debating on whether to make a lemon later on... (pls no)

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Tsubaki's P.O.V.

I opened my eyes to see the clean, white ceiling. Where am I? I thought for a second to myself. Oh my gosh. I'm at Trunks's house! Damn it Ikki. Why did you get me into this mess? I got up from the bed. My legs were a bit wobbly. Whew. I wonder what Trunks and Bulma are doing?

I walked out of the room to see Trunks sleeping on the couch.

"Oh you're finally awake and well," said a voice in the kitchen. I turned to Bulma, who was making breakfast.

"What time is it?"

"Well, it's one o'clock right now." Bulma replied.

"Oh no. I slept for way too long. I'm sorry for overstaying my welcome!"

"No, no. It's completely fine. Trunks and I love your company! Don't worry about it, Tsubaki!" Bulma assured me.

I looked over at Trunks who was in a deep sleep. He looked so cute. "Does Trunks usually sleep until this time? And wait... How come he's sleeping on the couch?" I asked.

"Haha he gave you his bed for the night! And no. I think that he was just really excited that you have come to stay with us. He kept me up all night. Every hour, I heard him get up to check on you, and make sure that you were okay!" I immediately turned red. "He definitely gets his compassionate and romantic side from me! He should thank me one day!" She noticed my blush. "Hey, I have a question."

"Y-yes?"

"Do you have a little crush on my Trunks?" I gulped and stayed silent. "Hee hee. Don't worry, it will be our little secret!" She gave me a wink and put her index finger over her lips. "Don't worry. Trunks is a bit dense with these things."

I gave a sigh of relief. "Thank you Bulma!"

"Hee hee. I will be cheering you two on!" Bulma held her fist in the air.

"Bulma? Do you need any help cooking? I can cook for you and Trunks. I feel like I am indebted to you two because you allowed me to stay over."

"Maybe another time, Tsubaki. Why don't you go over to the bathroom and wash up?" I hesitantly nodded my head in agreement. I walked over to the bathroom. I felt my face. It was burning. Then I rushed over to the mirror in the bathroom. I was completely red.

Does he have a crush on me? But he barely knows me! Does he only like me for my looks? He's not shallow! He's definitely not going to feel the same way about me after he figures out my secrets.

I am the Black Dragon. I am the daughter of the elite warrior: Leeck. I do not know of my mother. I've been told that she died when I was born. My father was the mentor of Prince Vegeta. The reason why he ended up on Earth, was because he wanted to protect Vegeta and his family. However, both my father and Vegeta died, so I felt an obligation to take on my father's role, and protect Bulma and Trunks. However, it's more complicated than that. As the Black Dragon, I have a curse: split-personality. I call her Black Tsubaki. Red, Blue, Yellow, and the other dragons of the Alliance describe her insane, intelligent, sly, and brutal. In fact, the other dragons think that I was the one who killed my parents. That was why I kept my distance from Bulma and Trunks for so long.

My curse not only brings disaster to the people that I love. It gives me immortality. Yes, yes. I know that Vegeta had once wanted this for himself. But, I see this as a curse. I have to see all of my friends and family die in front of my eyes. They leave me in the dust, to let me rot in my loneliness.

I've been told that the only way to end the curse is to... become impure. Red told me that I will need to give up my virginity. In return, I will make my lover immortal as well, and that person will be the only person to be able to kill me. But to be honest, I would never want to put anyone under that amount of pressure.

"Tsubaki? Are you okay? You have been in there for a while," Bulma said through the door.

"I'm fine, Bulma. Thank you for asking. I was just thinking. I'll wash up now."

"Okay. Breakfast will be on the table."

"Thank you so much, Bulma."

"...No problem, sweetie."