I know the drawing isn't that great but hey, I tried😂
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I didn't know how to react, but I was so red faced that I guess it was obvious how I was feeling. I still stood in the middle of the room after Dende had last spoke. I was lost in the recently acquired memories. I had never felt so vulnerable, I had never felt so confused, I had never felt so...strange. When Trunks pinned me down I just felt this rush of nervousness, it was a slightly familiar feeling but the intensity of it was foreign. I could not even look Trunks in the eye, I felt so embarrassed. I just kept my gaze towards the floor. I watched my fingers twiddle nervously as everyone watches me to say what I have to say next.

"Rochelle..." I hear Goten's voice from behind me, "You good?"

I barely hear him over the swears that play in my head. "How could I be so weak..." I whisper to myself, "What is happening to me?"

"Ugh...I just had the weirdest dream," I hear Trunks say. I hear him walk closer, his steps slow as he tries to get control of his senses back. He comes around to my side, "Did I do something just now?"

I turn my head away, afraid he would see my rosy cheeks. I can see him reach for my shoulder, but for some reason I duck away. "I need to go." I blurt out. I tuck my head down and awkwardly speed walk out of the room.

Just as I reach the outside, I finally power down. I feel sad, embarrassed even. I know Trunks probably has some idea of my feelings for him but this must have just totally confirmed it. I was going to tell him eventually, but after this whole thing was over. I just want life to be quiet and peaceful again. I want things to be normal again. I want everything to go back to the way it was before all this started. But that will probably never happen.

And what did Dende do to find something like that of all things. I mean, I broke my ankle when I was younger so that could be a weakness now. My reflexes are compromised when I have multiple enemies in front of me. I'm afraid of Broly, my friend's suddenly turning on me. So why of all things did that stand out! I wasn't thinking of Trunks when Dende put his hand to my head. I don't even think I was looking at Trunks. So why did Dende see that as my weakness!

I reach the edge of the lookout, staring out into the clouds. It feels as though they look back at me, judging me. Trunks is my fear...my weakness. I laugh to myself a little, amused by my most recent distraction, "Trunks Briefs... you of all things." I sink down to my knees as I feel one small tear begin to fall over the edge of my eye.

Peering over the edge of the Lookout, I stare towards the ground wondering just how far down it truly is. I've been told that we are miles up, far away from anyone's reach. Trunks has told me that, on a clear day, you can see the earth curve out in the distance. He told me that the sunrises here are almost as beautiful as the sunsets. He's told me that this is the place he dreams about sometimes.

A few years back, I remember Trunks telling me about the dream he had that night. It was of this house in the sky. This pure white house that sits above the clouds. He told me that a little green man lives up here along with his friend. Together they watch over the earth. Trunks told me that in his dream he went to visit this green man and his friend. He told me about how when you first arrive, there is this walkway lines with beautiful flowers. "That was Mr. Popo's garden." He would tell me, to which I would ask, "Who is Mr. Popo?" He told me that Mr. Popo was the green man's friend. This place was covered in white tiles, and from at its height there where no clouds to be seen. He would tell me that the air was extremely thin, but after a while you would get used to it.

I never imagined that all he was telling me was all true. That this house in the heavens was completely and utterly real. The green man was real, Mr. Popo was real, Mr. Popo's garden was real. The garden full of the most beautiful flowers was real. And yet, I all thought it was just a silly dream that he would always have. I wish that I had asked more about it, I wanted to know more about this place. The place where you can see the earth curve on a clear day. The place where the sunrises are almost as beautiful as the sunsets. The place that is unreachable to humans.

I float to a standing position, suddenly feeling to lazy to stand up myself. A world I never knew existed was living right under my nose the whole time. A world that I belonged to that I never knew existed was living right under my nose. I feel this bubbly feeling begin to surface inside me, I suddenly begin to feel overjoyed. "This world I never knew that existed, I live it now." I being to laugh to myself, "I live in it, and I will never leave!"

It's hard to describe my feelings right now, a mixture of joy, excitement, wonder, and most of all freedom. I feel free, not the type you feel when your let out on your own for the first time but something much stronger than that. I feel like I can doing anything. I want to do so many things, so many thing that I once thought were impossible but are now truly possible. I want to fly, fly so fast that I break the sound barrier. I want to do so many things, maybe break a mountain with my bare hands or shoot an energy beam so far that it goes all away around the earth.

An energy beam...A few months ago I didn't know what that was. I didn't know what any of this was. But I have been thrown into this world that made me learn of it all.

Behind me I could feel footsteps pounding against the tile floor. I turn over my shoulder, looking at the person as my hair blew in the breeze. I turned around, feeling that joy bubble around inside me, "Trunks..." I whisper to myself, hearing his name roll off my tongue sounded so clear to me. As he ran towards me I couldn't help but smile. Everything clicked into place at that moment.

Then I let myself fall off the edge, with Trunks running towards the edge and screaming my name. With my arms spread out wide I let myself free fall from the top of the world. I know I am miles up, I know if I were to hit the ground I will probably die. I fall past the first of the many divots in the lookout's support pole. I know that if Trunks doesn't catch me in time I will hit the ground. But now I am part of this new world. I fall past the fourth. This new, magnificently impossible world to which I can defy all. I can defy logic. I can defy reality. I fall past the ninth, and the fourteenth.

I can defy gravity.

Finally I pull up from my free fall. I bend towards the sky and let my energy carry me throughout the sky. I feel my eyes tear at the sensation of going so fast. I fly through the clouds, cutting through the air as I soar like a plane. Everything feels as though it were a dream. Everything feels unreal. There is no way to describe it. The reality I once knew has been thrown out the window and this new reality has taken its place.

This reality of Gods and Monsters. Of Saiyans and all sorts of other aliens. It felt as though I was losing my sanity and gathering it all in one go. In fact, I probably have lost all of my old sanity and replaced it with a new, more inviting one. I can finally grasp these new concepts of different ways of life. With being in this new world of Saiyans, I have more freedom than ever. The old Rochelle is gone now, and the Saiyan Rochelle has taken her place.

My hair blew by as I cut through the air. I flew fast, I flew as fast as I could. I wanted to power up, I wanted to power up so bad. I was now part of this reality where I could such a thing. And that's what I did, I powered up to a Super Saiyan. I was now part of a reality where a Super Saiyan was real. I flew through the clouds now faster than ever, dispersing them as I flew through them. I was now part of this reality where I could fly through the clouds and disperse them on my own.

I threw off my t-shirt, leaving me in only my black sports bra. I threw off my baggy shorts to reveal my spandex. I looked down at myself as I flew around. My arms were so muscular. I had a defined six-pack. My legs were amazingly strong. Everything was strong, I was strong. I flew up towards the lookout, cork-screwing around the pole that lead up to it. I created a golden trail as I flew that followed me all the way to the top that only fizzled out of sight after a few seconds. This new sense of freedom was like nothing I have felt before. I feel like I can do anything.

Finally the lookout is in view again. I pick up my speed, the wind now blowing against me so hard that it almost stings. Nothing was stopping me from reaching the top. Nothing in the word could stop me. I feel invincible.

As I reached closer, I passed Trunks on the way up. He must have thought I wasn't going to be able to stop myself from hitting the ground. I'm stronger than he thinks, I know he knows this too. I may be new to the whole thing, but I am strong. As I fly passed him, our eyes locked for a moment. His eyes were full of fear; but as I went by they changed to something different, relief, surprise, this I could not tell you. But right before I was to go fully passed him, Trunks grabbed my ankle.

I jerk back from the sudden stop. My aura disperses from around me, I am left with my blonde hair and blue eyes. I look down to Trunks, and his eyes widen in surprise. With the hold he has on my ankle, Trunks pulls me down closer to him. With his other hand, he gently grabs my wrist and lets go of my ankle. "Rochelle, I need you to calm down." His voice sounded shaky, like he was afraid.

"Trunks, don't you get it?" My voice sounded different, like I was hyped up on a dozen shots of espresso, "I can do anything now! I'm so strong! I'm-"

He pulled me in to a tight embrace, overly tight that I thought he was going to squeeze the life out of me, "What the hell was that?!" Trunks whisper yells into my ear, "Are you out of your mind!? I thought you were going to hit the ground!"

My arms hang at my side, I stare over Trunks shoulder and look out into the sky. I could barely process what he was saying, my mind set was so off that I couldn't even comprehend his words, "But Trunks...I'm strong now."

I could feel his grip on my body tighten, Trunks was scared for some reason, "Strong doesn't mean invincible." His words were still faltering, his speech was not steady and strong as it normally is, "You can't let the power go to your head Rochelle, that is just what gets everyone killed in the end."

I could feel my heart sink, get everyone killed... "I tried Rochelle...but I can't shelter you anymore. What you saw in you dreams, that could happen." Trunks' voice was now faltering more than it was earlier, "Everyone could very well die. It's such a possibility that it makes me scared. It doesn't matter whether we are Saiyan or not, we are still mortal."

Still the adrenaline rush was taking over my train of thought, "But Trunks-"

"Rochelle!" Trunks yells this time, again his grip on my body so tight, that if he were to hold onto me any tighter I might break, "Please. Just stop."

I wasn't sure what to do, my head was swimming again. The adrenaline rush I had before was now dissipating, I could feel myself coming back to my senses. I finally processed what Trunks was saying. My eyes begin to water, I'm such a fool to think that I am so invincible. My arms shakily find themselves clinging to Trunks, I was afraid to fall out of his grasp. I know I could fly back up, but I did not want to fall.

"It's strange really," I say, looking towards the sky, "how one's view of reality can be changed so easily." I could tell that Trunks was confused, but I went on anyways, "For almost fourteen years I was convinced that my reality was correct. There was no aliens, no flying, no energy beams, nothing like that. My reality was wake up, go to school, get good grades, repeat. But now my reality has changed. Everything I know has changed. Even the way I view people."

This statement caught Trunks attention, "How do you mean?"

I stare back at the clouds once again, "Well, I used to walk through the streets thinking that everyone was 'normal'. But since then, I have learned that there really is no such thing as normal." I could hear Trunks sigh in my ear, this must not be what he was expecting to hear, "Normal is such an overused word but, in reality, there is no way to put a good definition to it. Now when I see people, I wonder what their story is. Whatever it is that they may want to share, I want to know what makes them different from everyone else. Then I can know them for who they really are. I don't like when people hide behind a mask. I like to make decisions about people from actually getting to know them."

Trunks shifted his hold on me, adjusting his right arm so that it laid across my shoulders and his left so that it was in the crook if my back, "So then what is it for me?"

I'm a bit surprised by this question, he already knows my thoughts about him. Nothing bad, at least that's what I think. I decide to clarify, "I'm afraid I don't understand."

Trunks repeats, "What decisions have you made about me?" His tone was strange, something I don't hear from Trunks all that often. Cocky maybe, sarcastic almost. Whatever it was it was weird to hear it coming from his mouth.

I thought carefully about this, I had never truly thought about my specific interpretations of Trunks. I simply thought he was a great guy whom I've grown feelings for over the years. But there has to be more than that...but I'm not sure how to put it in words, "Let's see..." I say quite distantly, "Well your kind and confident. Strong, incredibly strong...and you have your cocky side that you must get from your father." I feel Trunks chin grow heavier on my shoulder, "Your compassionate and caring. You like to seek Justice wherever possible." I pause for a moment, trying to carefully word my last statement, "But what I love most about you is that you have this immense instinct to protect. I guess that ties in with everything else I just said but whenever I'm around you I feel safe. I know I'll be safe because, if something ever happens to me, I know you'll be there. No matter if I'm half way across the world, I know that somehow you'll be there." I turn my head a little and whisper into his ear, "And now that I know you can fly you have no excuse."

Trunks and I both laughed at my little statement, "I guess so." He said lightly, "You know, you're also pretty cool Rochelle. Your also kind, maybe not as confident but you don't let that slow you down. You too are incredibly strong and caring. You're instinct to protect is also very great, bigger than many." Trunks also paused, "But I think what I love most about you is that you're always there for anyone that needs it. If someone asks you for help you don't think twice about it. And you're always there for me, even when you're upset with me you're still there."

I had never had a moment like this with Trunks, never once. It's amazing that we have been friends for so many years but have never opened up to each other like this. It's a great feeling, to say what you want to say and in return hear what you've been waiting to hear. I've always wondered what Trunks truly thought of me, and now I finally know. "Trunks..." The only thing I can possibly get out of my mouth is his name.

"But I'm curious," Trunks says suddenly, breaking away from our embrace just enough to look me in the eyes. He held one my shoulders firmly in his hand and the other still rest on my waist, "What happened that made you so flustered?"

Oh shit... I feel the red tint come back to my cheeks. I mean in actuality I guess it what happened wasn't that bad. I guess I was just thrown off...yeah...I was just caught off guard. But that smirk...his eyes...I can still feel his breath against my neck and it gives me chills. I was so flustered that everything went blank for a second. All I could see was that smirk and those eyes. I never imagined seeing that look on Trunks. Quite frankly it scared me a little...

"Rochelle?" Trunks asked again, "What is it?"

My face grew redder, "Y-you-" I try to form the words, but they sound so foreign in my mouth. I know that what happened wasn't that bad but I'm still so flustered for some reason, "Y-you...um..." Get the damn words out Rochelle, it's only six words. I took a deep breath and composed myself, you are making this so much harder than it needs to be. I look up to Trunks, "You pinned me to the floor..."

"I...what?" Trunks asks, as though he needed confirmation of what he just heard from me.

"You pinned me to the floor." I say again, much less strained than the last time, "Arms above my head and everything."

Trunks' face was hard to read, however I could easily tell there was a little bit of embarrassment in there. His cheeks tinted to a rosy pink, and he seemed to shake a little. Trunks let me go and floated a few feet from me, as though he were frightened of me "H...huh?!" Trunks exclaimed, "I did what!?"

"You really want me to repeat it?" I ask him almost sarcastically, placing my hands on my hips, "In actuality I guess it's not really that bad. I mean, your face was like centimeters from mine, but you didn't do anything."

I could basically see the steam coming out of Trunks ears as his face went completely red, "R-rochelle...I-I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened!"

Trunks was going into a ramble, "Whoa Trunks, chill out!"

"Oh man...I wasn't dreaming then!" Trunks suddenly bursts out, running his fingers through his hair doing everything he can to avoid my stare.

"Dreaming?" I question, "Trunks, you never fell asleep."

Trunks looked up to me, a slightly horrified expression on his face, "I must have!" He exclaims, "The last thing I remember is Dende grabbing my shoulder and mumbling something. After that it's as though I was sleeping but I was having a dream."

"That damned guardian!" I whisper under my breath, "What did he say?"

Trunks' cheeks began to lighten up as he scratched the back of his neck in thought, "I don't know, something in Latin I think."

"Latin?" I question, "Dende knows latin?"

Trunks shrugs, "Apparently," he starts, "I think he said something like 'Desiderium, accipere'. I haven't a clue what it means though."

Desiderium, accipere... Then I remembered exactly what that means, I felt my whole face get warm, damn those Latin lessons, "Trunks..." He looked up to me, and noticed that my face went completely red. The butterflies raged in my stomach, but at the same time I had this overwhelming sense of joy, Well at least I know now...good thing Trunks doesn't know Latin "I haven't a clue either."

I turned away and flew off again towards the lookout, "Rochelle! I know you know what it means!" Trunks says flying after me.

"Really?" I question, looking back as I fly away, "How's that?"

Trunks smirks at me, "You told me you knew Latin years ago."

I throw him a little smirk of my own, "Well, doesn't mean I'm telling you!"

We flew all around the top of the lookout, him shouting at me to tell him and me shouting back that I wouldn't. There was no reason in not telling him what it meant, I just thought it to be kind of funny. But this whole thing reminded me of us as kids running around at recess. Times were so much simpler back then. I considered myself human and everyone else around me. But hidden right under my nose was a world were I and my best friends were not human at all; not to mention that one of them was the prince of that race.

"It's still so strange." I say to myself, "Trunks is a prince, I'm never gonna get over that...oof."

Then I slam straight into something hard, and even knock it back a foot or so. I feel strong arms wrap themselves around my torso, holding me close. Then I notice the golden aura that now surrounds me, and it wasn't mine, "Got you." Trunks says. I turn over my shoulder, staring into Trunks super saiyan blue eyes. It's amazing to see Trunks in his super saiyan form, I rarely get to see it. The way his hair sticks up is definitely something I'm not used to, that and the fact that it's now blond and not lavender.

But one thing I've never done is stand in his aura. It's a strange feeling. It's something like standing in a fire but not getting burned. No, maybe like one of those fire tornadoes. His energy rushed all around me like a whirlpool. Everything around me was warm and there was this wind blowing everything in the intimidate surrounding area. It's something you never notice while inside of your own aura, but standing in someone else was an experience in it self.

Trunks leaned in a little so that he could speak into my ear, "So, you gonna tell me? You have no where to go."

I tilted my head back to I could see him clearer, "Only if the prince of all saiyans really wants a dent in your pride."

"Prince of all saiyans? Where did that come from..." Trunks says sighing, "Just tell me will ya?"

"Well if I have to..." I say teasingly, "'Desiderium, accipere' translates to 'Desire, take over'. Dende tapped into your subconscious and programmed it to let you desires take over your body."

Trunks stiffened up, so much that I thought he had magically turned into plastic. I watched as the red creeped up onto his cheeks and any other color basically drained from his face. "I-is that so..." was all he was able to manage.

"Yup." I respond, leaning in and giving Trunks a peck on the cheek, "I guess our saiyan prince is also a romeo."

Trunks sighs in relief, "Well what can I say, your hard to ignore."

I laugh a little looking out into the sky in front of me, "Reality is definitely a funny thing Trunks," I tell him, "You never know what it's gonna deal ya."
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SR: Well, I say that was an interesting turn of events

Rochelle: Yeah, *blushes* interesting...

Trunks: so when are we done with the filler??

SR: Oh don't worry, *evil smirk* next chapters gonna be a blast

Rochelle: Is that supposed to be a bad pun or something

Trunks: Knowing her, probably.

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