Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Through Her eyes ❯ Beautiful dreamer ( Chapter 5 )

Though I was twenty two, and Trunks twenty four, we still knew that raging hormones of teens were not a force to be reckoned with! The obvious leader of the group was a short, brown haired girl with blonde tips. She was around the age of 15, maybe 16. "Do you know them or something?" I asked Trunks. "No, but they're all the same..." "What do you mean?" As I spoke, the teen leading the other 10 walked up and stood in front of us. "Hey there. My sister Lola told me about you. Your cuter than she says." The teen said, dressing him with her eyes. "I don't know your sister." Trunks said ignorantly. "That doesn't matter. That doesn't mean we can't be friends..." She said, edging closer to the bench. "Actually, it does. I'm almost twice your age." Trunks turned his head to me, his eyes saying he was almost about to throw her off the edge of the balcony. I crossed my arms and glared at the stupid teens. "What's HER name?" She said, pointing at me. "Serena." I barked. "And I suggest you keep walking before I call your mommy to pick you up." The teen scowled. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She said, leaning down to get in my face. "Not much, but as I see it, your like, what? 15? not even legal to vote or drink. So your nothing int he eyes of the law, missy." I leaned back in the bench, letting her see I didn't want her in my presence. She bent down and stuck her finger in my face. "You listen to me. I don't know where you came from, but I hope you know better than to start a fight with Ryley O'Conner. You hear me?" I smirked. "What are you going to do about it? Sick your little preps on me? Oh man. I wouldn't last against you guys. Your so tough!" I said with a hint of sarcasm in my tone. Ryley pulled her hand back. "Oh no, I'm not that scared to have my friends beat you up. I'd do it." I began to laugh. "Oh! Even better! Now Im really affraid." Ryley began to bite her bottom lip.

Trunks sat back, arms crossed, watching the teen make a fool out of herself. "Dont make me kick your ass. I'm the most popular kid in town. Even Mr.Satan himself knows not to mess with me. I'm a red belt in Taekwondo. Don't even MAKE me start something." I couldn't help but laugh at her last comment. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?" she yelled. "Ooooh! A red belt!" the laughing continued, as she began to turn purple with anger. "SHUT UP OR I'LL BEAT YOU UP YOU SORRY SACK--" Just as she was about to finish, her friend jumped in. "HEY! I say we have a fight! Unless that is you're too afraid of getting beat, Serena!" She began to yell as well as the rest of her friends. "Yeah, OK." I said rolling my eyes. Trunks sat back, trying on his new hats, shoes, etc. "And who ever wins..." Ryley began. She grabbed Trunk's arm. "Gets the guy!" Trunks glared and snatched his arm back. "O.K.! Good deal." I said with a grin. "Looks like you just lost your guy, loser." She said, throwing her hands onto her hips. I gave off a weak laugh and looked down. "Better put on my old shoes, looks like I've got my work cut out for me."

I stood and sized up the 5'3 teen. Myself, now 5'7, peered over the little weakling. "Now, I warn you. If you get hurt, Which you will, it wont be my fault because you agreed to it. Right?" She said with a glare. "Sure did." I said smiling. "I don't see why your having such a good time. Your going to go home on a strecher soon." Ryley turned to accept the heads ups and cheers from her other weakling friends. I couldn't help but think this was a sign from God that all teenagers like this should be put in Juvie for life. "Be careful, Serena!" Trunks said over the sea of hissing and cheers of the teens. I winked at Trunks with a large grin on my face. "Hey slappy. Turn around and fight me. Prove that your better than me. So I can take my man and leave." I turned and evilly, grinned. "Alrighty." By this point, she was just asking to be kicked in the face. As I began to move, Ryley charged towards me, trying to hit me. I turned a little to the right, avoiding the punch with ease. Ryley gave off a growl and ran back at me. To humor her, I began acting like we were doing what she thought was sparring. It was more or less like a toddlers game of Duck, Duck, Goose. "HOLD STILL AND THROW A PUNCH!" She yelled. "Oh! OK!" As I slipped to the side, I barely tapped her on the chin, throwing her back into the glass railing, sending a crack into the glass. Her friends stopped hissing obscene remarks and cheers, as their fallen hero struggled to get up.

She pulled herself to her feet, barely making up for the cuts on her back. "THAT WAS LUCK." She yelled, enraged. "BEGINNER'S LUCK." I stood, arms crossed. My blonde hair barely waving against my back. (I gave up those retarded pig tails ages ago.) Her friends stood, shocked to see the one they thought was second strongest in the world, fall to her knees by someone other than Mr. Satan. "Ryley! Ryley! Ryley!" The crowd began to chant, encouraging her to get up. Honestly, I didn't have any beef with her. I wanted to go shopping! "Let me say this once, Ryley." I said walking up to her. "I'm tired of scum like you trying to live up to royalty like myself. Now if you would scrape yourself off the floor and leave, I'll be more than happy to let you leave." She glared up at me. "Ryley O'Conner, get off the floor and leave." I said glaring back. She pulled herself up, and swiftly turned to her friends, sending an agonizing face of defeat to them. She slowly walked away. Dragging her feet and mumbling.

~~~~~That Night~~~~~

I had a bad dream that night. I was lost in a swamp. I was trying to find my way out of this never ending jungle of vines and dead branches. I was looking for more than my way out. Something was missing, and this swamp was holding it deep within it's muddy core. I walked up to a cleared out spot, no trees, just mud and fog. Suddenly something grasped my ankles, pulling me under into the thick mud. I wrestled the creature pulling me down, kicking and screaming, but some how I knew inside, I was no match for this being. I finally pulled my self up to the top to breathe. As I opened my eyes, a serpent stared me straight in the eyes. It's eyes the color of blood and it's skin scaly and rough. I tried to scream, but I had no voice. I was helpless. As it leaned in, I took a deep breath, and tried to scream again. This time, my cry loud and piercing. The serpent flew back and bubbled up into liquid. It then sunk back into the darkness from which it came. But as I watched, a cry from a far away distance rang in the air. "Serena! Serena!" The voice was so loud that the mud began to harden and crack. The ground shook violently as the voiced nagged on. "Serena!! Serena!" I opened my eyes, to find Trunks hovering over me, shaking me to wake me up.

I winced at the light from the hall way, shadowing Trunk's face. "AHHH!!" I screamed and pushed him off the bed. I didn't know at the time that was Trunks. *THUNK* "OWW!" Trunks hollered. I leaned over the side of the bed, with the covers pulled up to my eyes. "Who's there...?" I asked, looking into the darkness. "It's Trunks!" He yelled cupping his elbow. "Oh! I'm sorry! You scared me!" I said throwing the covers off and sitting on the floor by him. Trunks rubbed the back of his arm. "Why did you wake me up?" I said glancing at the clock. "It's 4:00 AM." Trunks looked up at me. "You were screaming in your sleep. I thought something was wrong." Trunks began to stand. "Oh... I was having a bad dream." I looked up at Trunks. "You don't sleep very heavy, do you?" I asked. "I sleep heavy, but when someone is screaming I find it a bit difficult to do much of anything, let alone sleep heavy." Trunks pulled a strand of hair out of his eyes. "I see. Well, good night." I said covering my arms with my hands. "Night." Trunks smiled and turned. As he walked out of the door, I sat on the floor, thinking about my dream, and how it would connect to Trunks some how. Some how this dream was trying to tell me something, and I don't think it was good.