USSJ Future Trunks
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Rewrite of an old script of mine. (almost) completely original, no fanfic.
Chapter 1
It is just like any other day. The burning sun peeks through a thin layer of grey clouds. Rain spatters down on a lone cemetery, or more like a crude grave with a sign. A tall toned world weary woman with a long scar on her cheek watches with sadness. A small river of water was forming from the mound and flowing to her feet. The woman flashes back to shouts, cries and clashing of metal on metal. She tries to block out the memories, clenching her eyes tightly. A tear slowly falls. Where the legend began, she wonders, one cannot hope but be curious. Of all the details, she couldn’t be sure, but perhaps that was the illusion they pulled over her eyes. Still she cannot hope but wonder...Will the next generations know why this grave is here, how fiercely they all fought? Time and reality, in her mind, was like the river on the mound. Ever changing. Place a rock in that stream and it changes course into two separate ones. That, the woman thinks, is a perfect metaphor for her life. But, she supposes, it did start back then...
The bar stinks of the rancid odour of alcohol and belching bums, laughing and Poker games. In the back, two men play a heated game of Pool. In the front, sit two drunken teens, laughing at immature jokes while downing several beers. The first stands a tall lean man, pale skin with wavy brown hair and blue eyes. His muscles are chiselled and toned, and he wears jeans and a blue t-shirt. His buddy is shorter and had less compact muscle, but no less strong. He bears short black hair, grey eyes, and a more short-tempered demeanour, less relaxed and controlled than matt. There is a calendar on the wall, reading March 25th, 1999.
“You know…I can’t remember the last time we did this together…” The first friend slurs.
“Schoolies. I don’t remember it much.” says the other.
“That’s right. Dan, I’m shocked. You don’t remember anything much. How are you gonna make it in the army if you keep dragging me out to get smashed?”
Dan hiccups.
“Matt, my good man. It’s my last day as a free man! I deserve a little…celebration!”
Matt smirks. “You always were a violent kid.”
Dan shouts “Bartender! Two more rounds on the go.”
Matt frowns. “Why do you have to leave? Who is going to get you out of trouble now?”
“Who’s going to get you into it?” Dan answers.
Matt smiles at the memories.
“Hardy ha ha. Look- “
“Isn’t that Chasca? She’s fine.” Dan jokes.
Sure enough, Dan is referring to Chasca Jeanne, fresh out of high school just like them. Chasca is Matt’s childhood friend. They recognise each other almost instantly, wordlessly acknowledging the other. Matt looks around. He points out a lonely blonde, downcast, swirling her drink. Toned body, fair skin, glowing gold eyes.
“She looks blue. Well, go for gold, mate. You’ll regret it later if you don’t. be a man.” Dan says teasingly, earning a glare from his friend.
“Ok then. *******.”
Dan chuckles. Matt finishes his beer, but has seemed to have sobered up. Matt nervously walks over to her.
“Is this seat taken?” he asks, his voice cracking with nerves, Matt hadn’t spent a lot of time talking to women.
“It is now”, the girl says.
She looks at him up and down, then smiles a little.
Matt smirks. “Like what you see?”
The woman holds out her hand in greeting.
“Dakota.”
Matt grasps and shakes it gently.
“Matt.”
“Sit down, matt. I’ll buy you a drink.” Dakota says.
Matt hiccups drunkenly.
“Thanks but if you don’t mind me asking…what is a place like you doing in a girl like this?”
Dakota giggles at the mixup of words.
“Can’t a girl enjoy a casual drink at Denny’s?” she asks.
“I guess so.” Matt agrees. “You waiting for someone?”
“In a way. My last boyfriend dumped me.” Dakota says gloomily.
Matt is incredulous. “Really?”
He stares at her in awe of her beauty, and cannot believe that some loser gave her up.
“Why would he do that?” he asks sadly.
“I don’t know, really. He said it wasn’t working out. I think he was cheating on me. Bit of a jerk, I guess.”
Matt doesn’t answer for a moment.
“What? Oh yeah, a jerk…”
Dakota smiles. He’s cute.
“What about you? Is there someone special in your life?” she asked curiously.
Matt looks over at Chasca who has begun talking with Dan.
“No. not for a long time, now. I hope your ex boyfriend knows what he is missing out on.”
Dakota blushes and looks away shyly.
“So…are you still studying?” Dakota asks.
“Nah... Finished year 12 and was planning on joining the army with my best friend. Keep him out of trouble, you know.”
Dakota suddenly looks excited. “Cool. I always wanted to fire a gun. I think it’d be fun”. She confides.
“Maybe you can come down to the range sometime, and I’ll teach you how.”
“Really? That’d be wonderful.”
Over the other side of the bar, Dan is getting to know Chasca a bit more.
“How long you been working here, Chasca?” Dan inquires.
“Three months”. She answers, absent mindedly.
“Do you ever want to…just escape? See the world?” Dan continues, hoping to keep her talking.
“All the time. Actually I want to be a doctor.”
“I’m a soldier, or at least i plan on joining the army when I’m of age. A family tradition.
Meanwhile, matt stands up, having finished his second round of beer.
“I don’t suppose I’ll see you again?” he asks gloomily.
“Maybe you will. Someday.”
“Well thanks for the drink, Dakota.”
Dakota seems to vanish, and is replaced with a rumbling humvee, deep in the desert. The humvee stinks of sweat and gunpowder. Dan holds his M-16 rifle with Matt, and Chasca, who are also in grey army fatigues. The radio crackles, A male voice speaks.
“Guys, we heard something to the north. Set up a perimeter.” Lieutenant Jack Thorne, Dan remembers.
A second voice spoke. “Move out. Check your weapons. Look lively, boys.”
There is silence for a moment before there is an explosion at the front of the column. The soldiers shoot in all directions at the surrounding buildings frantically. Several are pierced by return fire and blown away by grenades. They shout and curse indistinctly. A crowd of angry gunmen advances hiding behind civilians, using them as a shield. They were the Al-Qaeda guerrillas they had been fighting against for 6 months. All this seems to happen in the blink of an eye. One carries a large metal tube.
“RPG!” Matt screams. He knocks her down just as the missile flies towards them-
Then Dan wakes up. Cold sweat covered the sheets. There is a wedding ring on his finger. He touches it lightly, feeling the outline of the blood coloured ruby in its centre.
“Nightmares?” asks a sweet female voice. Dan smiles at his wife, who is none other than Chasca, only ten years older than the naive teenager in the bar and the soldier in Afghanistan.
Chapter 1
It is just like any other day. The burning sun peeks through a thin layer of grey clouds. Rain spatters down on a lone cemetery, or more like a crude grave with a sign. A tall toned world weary woman with a long scar on her cheek watches with sadness. A small river of water was forming from the mound and flowing to her feet. The woman flashes back to shouts, cries and clashing of metal on metal. She tries to block out the memories, clenching her eyes tightly. A tear slowly falls. Where the legend began, she wonders, one cannot hope but be curious. Of all the details, she couldn’t be sure, but perhaps that was the illusion they pulled over her eyes. Still she cannot hope but wonder...Will the next generations know why this grave is here, how fiercely they all fought? Time and reality, in her mind, was like the river on the mound. Ever changing. Place a rock in that stream and it changes course into two separate ones. That, the woman thinks, is a perfect metaphor for her life. But, she supposes, it did start back then...
The bar stinks of the rancid odour of alcohol and belching bums, laughing and Poker games. In the back, two men play a heated game of Pool. In the front, sit two drunken teens, laughing at immature jokes while downing several beers. The first stands a tall lean man, pale skin with wavy brown hair and blue eyes. His muscles are chiselled and toned, and he wears jeans and a blue t-shirt. His buddy is shorter and had less compact muscle, but no less strong. He bears short black hair, grey eyes, and a more short-tempered demeanour, less relaxed and controlled than matt. There is a calendar on the wall, reading March 25th, 1999.
“You know…I can’t remember the last time we did this together…” The first friend slurs.
“Schoolies. I don’t remember it much.” says the other.
“That’s right. Dan, I’m shocked. You don’t remember anything much. How are you gonna make it in the army if you keep dragging me out to get smashed?”
Dan hiccups.
“Matt, my good man. It’s my last day as a free man! I deserve a little…celebration!”
Matt smirks. “You always were a violent kid.”
Dan shouts “Bartender! Two more rounds on the go.”
Matt frowns. “Why do you have to leave? Who is going to get you out of trouble now?”
“Who’s going to get you into it?” Dan answers.
Matt smiles at the memories.
“Hardy ha ha. Look- “
“Isn’t that Chasca? She’s fine.” Dan jokes.
Sure enough, Dan is referring to Chasca Jeanne, fresh out of high school just like them. Chasca is Matt’s childhood friend. They recognise each other almost instantly, wordlessly acknowledging the other. Matt looks around. He points out a lonely blonde, downcast, swirling her drink. Toned body, fair skin, glowing gold eyes.
“She looks blue. Well, go for gold, mate. You’ll regret it later if you don’t. be a man.” Dan says teasingly, earning a glare from his friend.
“Ok then. *******.”
Dan chuckles. Matt finishes his beer, but has seemed to have sobered up. Matt nervously walks over to her.
“Is this seat taken?” he asks, his voice cracking with nerves, Matt hadn’t spent a lot of time talking to women.
“It is now”, the girl says.
She looks at him up and down, then smiles a little.
Matt smirks. “Like what you see?”
The woman holds out her hand in greeting.
“Dakota.”
Matt grasps and shakes it gently.
“Matt.”
“Sit down, matt. I’ll buy you a drink.” Dakota says.
Matt hiccups drunkenly.
“Thanks but if you don’t mind me asking…what is a place like you doing in a girl like this?”
Dakota giggles at the mixup of words.
“Can’t a girl enjoy a casual drink at Denny’s?” she asks.
“I guess so.” Matt agrees. “You waiting for someone?”
“In a way. My last boyfriend dumped me.” Dakota says gloomily.
Matt is incredulous. “Really?”
He stares at her in awe of her beauty, and cannot believe that some loser gave her up.
“Why would he do that?” he asks sadly.
“I don’t know, really. He said it wasn’t working out. I think he was cheating on me. Bit of a jerk, I guess.”
Matt doesn’t answer for a moment.
“What? Oh yeah, a jerk…”
Dakota smiles. He’s cute.
“What about you? Is there someone special in your life?” she asked curiously.
Matt looks over at Chasca who has begun talking with Dan.
“No. not for a long time, now. I hope your ex boyfriend knows what he is missing out on.”
Dakota blushes and looks away shyly.
“So…are you still studying?” Dakota asks.
“Nah... Finished year 12 and was planning on joining the army with my best friend. Keep him out of trouble, you know.”
Dakota suddenly looks excited. “Cool. I always wanted to fire a gun. I think it’d be fun”. She confides.
“Maybe you can come down to the range sometime, and I’ll teach you how.”
“Really? That’d be wonderful.”
Over the other side of the bar, Dan is getting to know Chasca a bit more.
“How long you been working here, Chasca?” Dan inquires.
“Three months”. She answers, absent mindedly.
“Do you ever want to…just escape? See the world?” Dan continues, hoping to keep her talking.
“All the time. Actually I want to be a doctor.”
“I’m a soldier, or at least i plan on joining the army when I’m of age. A family tradition.
Meanwhile, matt stands up, having finished his second round of beer.
“I don’t suppose I’ll see you again?” he asks gloomily.
“Maybe you will. Someday.”
“Well thanks for the drink, Dakota.”
Dakota seems to vanish, and is replaced with a rumbling humvee, deep in the desert. The humvee stinks of sweat and gunpowder. Dan holds his M-16 rifle with Matt, and Chasca, who are also in grey army fatigues. The radio crackles, A male voice speaks.
“Guys, we heard something to the north. Set up a perimeter.” Lieutenant Jack Thorne, Dan remembers.
A second voice spoke. “Move out. Check your weapons. Look lively, boys.”
There is silence for a moment before there is an explosion at the front of the column. The soldiers shoot in all directions at the surrounding buildings frantically. Several are pierced by return fire and blown away by grenades. They shout and curse indistinctly. A crowd of angry gunmen advances hiding behind civilians, using them as a shield. They were the Al-Qaeda guerrillas they had been fighting against for 6 months. All this seems to happen in the blink of an eye. One carries a large metal tube.
“RPG!” Matt screams. He knocks her down just as the missile flies towards them-
Then Dan wakes up. Cold sweat covered the sheets. There is a wedding ring on his finger. He touches it lightly, feeling the outline of the blood coloured ruby in its centre.
“Nightmares?” asks a sweet female voice. Dan smiles at his wife, who is none other than Chasca, only ten years older than the naive teenager in the bar and the soldier in Afghanistan.
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