[5] Prison

[Drake]

Tossed into the endless black of limbo again, Trunks found himself a little worse for wear from his last bout of memories. He felt cold, empty, and as if everything was more real and ?gritty?. The carefree feeling he?d usually felt was being slowly sapped from his being with every piece of history that was revealed, and needless to say, Trunks didn?t like it.

?Okay?? his voice was shaky and full of doubt. ?That?s enough, I want out, no more- alright?? Trunks pleads went unanswered and he was left to float through the emptiness to wonder if he?d ever get out, or if he?d be subjected to more emotionally torturing memories.

His answer would be slow in coming, but eventually it arrived and once more he was catapulted into a lost bit of his past- hoping it would be his last.

Unlike his previous experience, this was bit strange- as if the entire experience wasn?t fantastic to begin with ?the black nothingness had been replace with a complete with the exact opposite, an endless white and a reflection of himself.

?Is that it?? He asked even knowing that tempting fate was always a bad idea.

However, no one answered so Trunks was left to amuse himself by posing in front of his reflection. It was mildly amusing to do so and got was a nice distraction from the rather un-enjoyable ordeal he?d been going through thus far.

?Are you quite done??

?Huh?? The lavender haired fight spun around, trying to find out where the voice had come from even though it was shockingly familiar. ?Who said that??

?I did.?

The hybrid swallowed and slowly turned around to look at his reflection, but as he did, he found that it had begun to move independently of the saiyajin himself. The mirror image had even started to pace back and forth while giving the boy a suspicious look, and rubbing its chin as if deep in thought. It?d also changed slightly from what Trunks originally remembered himself appearing as; the doppelganger had dark swollen bags beneath each eye, pallor about it, and was much thinner.

?W-wh-what are you?? he stuttered, obviously shocked at what was transpiring before him.

The mirror Trunks raised and eyebrow and sighed disdainfully, as if disappointed with the question. ?I thought you would have figured that out by now you idiot.? Mirror Trunks replied sharply, narrowing his eyes upon the boy. ?I?m you, or rather; I am what you stored away.?

?Huh?? Trunks stared blankly at himself, completely unaware of what his copy was going on about.

?Ignorance is bliss,? he muttered softly. ?I guess the opposite is true.?

It didn?t take a genius to notice that the Mirror Trunks was talking down to Regular Trunks, so it?s no surprise that the he would catch onto this and get annoyed by- himself. ?Listen here! I don?t know who you think you are Mister high-n-might, but I didn?t ask to come to this shitty place or see this shitty flip show of yours- so don?t even start!?

?First off, I didn?t bring you here,? he started. ?You brought yourself here, even though you weren?t supposed to.? Trunks? doppelganger shook his head in disappointment.

?What are you talking about?? asked Trunks who was still oblivious to what was going on.

The mirror version of Trunks stared at himself appraisingly, trying to gauge whether or not it would be a good idea to attempt explaining what had happened. ?Well,? the doppelganger took a deep breath to ready himself for clearing up the whole mess. ?We? you? us? decided it would be best to forget about the past and go on. There wasn?t anything for us there anymore; if you knew what we?d lost you would agree that this is the most correct solution.? Even though he was saying this, Trunks didn?t think his twin actually believed in what it was saying.

?I don?t believe you? He replied defiantly, even though the hybrid been through the ringer with the memories he?d witnessed- they couldn?t all be bad.

A dark smirk parted his twins? lips, giving the Mirror Trunks a disturbing appearance. ?You?d think that, but you haven?t even gotten to Jun?ai.? Suddenly the mirror image was holding a small child wrapped in a lavender coloured blanket, cooing softly.

Without any warning, a piercing pain began to stab at his chest, powerful enough to cause the hybrid to clutch his chest and cry out in pain. But even that pain wasn?t enough to make him literally cry; yet, he couldn?t stop the tears that were now streaming down the sides of his face like an ever flowing fountain. What was it about the name ?Jun?ai? that cause such a reaction, why was it so important, and what did it have to do with the small infant his reflection was holding.

?Just a taste of real pain and you can barely stand it,? the baby vanished from Mirror Trunks? hands and with it so did the ache and tears that had come with it. ?Stop meddling already and forget about all of this, go back to our blissful existence of fun and games- trust me it?s better than this.?

Before Trunks would be given a chance to reply to his other self, he was thrust back into the harsh reality of Brim?s games. It wasn?t a memory, but something had definitely changed. The once vibrant colors he?d seen had become washed out and dark, everything was louder and sharper, and a strange chill had crept up to wrap itself around the lavender haired boy. Whatever the hybrid had experienced in the depths of his mind, changed the way he perceived everything and robbed him of the confidence and light-hearted existence he?d been living.

Unsure of himself, Trunks walked into the crowd of warriors to watch the fight between his father and Raditsu all the while trying to ignore the sense of dread that now stuck to him like a foul smell.