My Sword and Your Katana

Chapter 11: Traitor

"Trunks?" Bulma called as she broke Trunks's train of thought. She was holding baby Trunks in her arms.

"Yes Mother?"

"I think that you should go to sleep. Maybe you'll have another dream about the Black Dragon."

"W-what makes you think that she's the Black Dragon?"

"Hm. Well Trunks. She has black hair, black eyes, and when you asked who she was, she said black. What other clues do you need?" (lol Bulma)

"Oh. That makes sense."

"Just go to sleep. If you have a nightmare, your father and I will be in the other room. I need to go get little Trunks to sleep. Good night Trunks." she said as she exited his room.

"'Night." 'Well. Might as well go to sleep to see if Mother was right.'
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Trunks's P.O.V. In His Dream

I didn't see a girl this time. Instead, I only saw a flower. I knew what it was this time. A camellia flower. Red like blood.

For some reason, it seemed hypnotizing. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. A dark essence was coming off of it. But I didn't care. If this would give me more knowledge about the girl, then fine. I'll go with it.
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"Tsubaki!!!" Trunks yelled as he got up from his dream.

Bulma quickly ran down the hallway to Trunks's room.

"Trunks! What's wrong???"

"I-I-I d-don't know. I... only know that I need to find her! I know that she's here on Earth. I need to find her and ask her so many things!"

"Okay Trunks. I'll make sure that we'll find her. Just go to sleep for now. It's 4 in the morning."

"Thanks Mother."

"No problem, dear."

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Trunks laid in bed, staring the ceiling. He could no longer sleep. He needed to find her. He needed to ask her so many questions.

How do you know me?

Why have you been sending me those dreams?

Are you the Black Dragon?

Are you asking me for help?

Those were just a few of the questions that he could have asked the girl. Trunks looked outside to see the sun rising. He quickly walked to the bathroom and washed up. He couldn't wait.

He sat on the couch, pondering about what type of girl she would be. Would she be nice like he thought she would be? Or would she be a bitch? Would she be intelligent or a air-head? Would she be a fighter or not? Would she have a boyfriend or not?

Before Trunks knew it, it was 8 o'clock. Bulma found Trunks sitting on the couch staring ahead.

"Trunks? How long have you been out here?"

"Since dawn. I just can't sleep without knowing her."

"Well, I'm guessing you would know her name."