Authors Notation about the story:

The following story I am writing deals with the Mirai Trunks aka Future Trunks and a totally different take on what happened to him…kind of. I know this isn't how things were originally, but that IS the fun in writing fan fiction! Forget the androids. They're not the ones that started the war on earth in this fan fic. All will be explained in the depiction of this story. All characters are in fact from and in Future Trunk's time line. Thanks for reading and I hope to get this finished soon. It is quite long.

Journey Into The Universe

by Samayou Productions

Prologue

Prologue:

The sounds of the ship creaking in the coldness of space raised me from my sleep. My normally spiked hair stood straight up on its own for once as I turned my head to focus on the time. I've been asleep for almost 12 hours...that's strange, even for me. As I sat up from my small cot, I could feel the stiffness leaving in my arms and hands as I stretched my biceps and fingers. It was like a cat rousing itself from a nice long nap. I felt like my legs weighed a ton each as slung them over to the side, and held my throbbing head with my hands, fingers playfully messing up my own grey hair. It was a long night, and I hadn't really caught up on all the sleep I have missed in the past 36 hours. Gun running and staying the top smuggler in this quadrant of the universe was a personal goal of mine. This type of business always took a lot out of a person, especially when doing so independently. As I stood I could feel the sharp pains on the right shoulder blade of my back stretch across every torn tissue visible to the outside. Guess I didn't totally leave the last run in with the Quarzothe's completely unscathed. Of course, they had every right to attack me, seeming that I was in fact taking their most prized monetary item.

Remembering this, I slipped on my oversized tan and blue coat that hung on the wall next to me. I reached in the in lined pocket as I sat at the pilot's seat just in front of the cot that I had called my bed for the last 3 days. I pulled out a pack of cigarettes, with a lighter accompanying it and lit one stick from the pack, enjoying every draw. We Seiyajiins were known as fighters, and if one thing didn't kill me, it was surely going to be this bad habit. I can tangle with the biggest of creatures in the known universe, being threatened until the brink of insanity, but this small stupid nicotine straw was surely going to be the end of me.

I sat back in the bucket seat, as I turned my attention to the stars, cigarette hanging slightly to the side held in its resting place on my lips. The darkness of space was endless, and maybe that's why I loved it so much. No one was way out here in the vastness to bother anyone else, and the odds of running into trouble were as much as it was to see a fish swim by the windshield. This sector of the Zarim Cascade was always quiet due to the fact that the closest port was about 20 parsecs away.

This is where I was headed, with my prized position in hand. I leaned forward and opened the compartment under the steering; revealing the small item that had almost cost me my life, let alone my ship! A pulled out this small stone, no bigger than a baseball, and marveled at its beauty. This stone alone was worth more than I could ever imagine, but I can imagine quite a bit as I've been told before. According to the Sharum Form, which is an encoded data base for all artifacts of value in this section of the universe, it was well worth enough to feed a family of 5 very well, for least 25 years. It's such an odd little diamond, with its octagon shape, the mini blue specks catching the gleams of light from the overhead bulbs on the cockpit walls. Inside was the catch of this stone, called the Eye of Siluna. This stone could power a whole star ship cruiser for a good year, if melted down and burned into its original state, which was an evaporating liquid of some kind. It's no wonder they had wanted to keep this so badly. It takes about 6 years to make only one of these, and the Quarz'es wanted to keep this one all too much to sell it to the highest bidder themselves.

Never the less, I stuck the strange diamond back in its place inside the compartment, and locked it away until its revealing. I looked at the map, and I was still about 18 parsecs from Zanria Space Port. I had some time to get ready for my huge reveal to the Nestors. I laughed to myself as I crossed my arms, letting the ashes fall away from the lit cigarette as I thought about the look on that idiot's face when I held out my hand. Ruji had been the one who protested that I couldn't handle the job, due to my old age. Sure, I didn't look a day over 35, but we monkeys always aged slowly, and at my ripe year of 56 were starting to wear on my slightly wrinkled tan skin. I didn't feel old, and stayed in great shape due to all the jobs I was taking the past 15 years that were so physically challenging. Fighting back in the day when I was younger was easier than it seemed to me now, but not as naturally. Back then I had to pay attention to where I was striking, but now it flowed gracefully as second nature when I had to use brute strength as another sense such as taste and smell. Of course, we Seiyajiins were used for force by the Aucusians for the Empire as destroyers, like dogs sent on the enemies of Cold. I looked down at my left wrist, and stared at the tattoo that had been given to me at the start of all the history. I had been sent on a mission that day, an uncharted assignment, and had missed the explosion of the meteor of our home planet. Of course, now I have learned of its true destruction, but had no desire for revenge anymore. Even as a bounty hunter slash thief I had no desire to start up another one man war.

My course was still set for the space port, and I knew I had a couple of hours before reaching my destination. I leaned forward, checking all gages and doing routine checks on all sections of my cruiser, all functioning as they should be. Now all I had to do was take a shower, and refill my guns with new magazines. I stood to my feet and stretched again, the pain scratching at my right shoulder again. I've got to get this looked at, and soon.

I walked away from the console and made my way down the hall to the mini bathroom at the back of the ship. This old heap had been through a lot the past few years, with all the battles down in Tanu. An interesting job, that one was. I never have figured out what was worth all the risks I took there. The bounty on that criminal wasn't worth that scar the Korna had received when hit with the Tanub missal. It was a handful, but the old girl had taken the hit like a pro and kept on going. Of course the ship was as I was, her age showing just a little more every day. Several patches had to be made down the sides as I noticed down the hall from where she had taken hits.

I punched the side panel with my thumb and the door to the bathroom flew upwards. As I walked stepped inside, I took one last draw on my now small cigarette, and flicked it into the toilet to the right of me. The jacket seemed to melt away as I turned on the hot water and I tossed it behind into another pile of clothes sitting in the corner, nearly taking up half the space of the bathroom. I stared at my long face in the mirror over the sink as the warmth of the bathroom started to seep into my skin. The face was still battle scared, one in particular down the left side of my face, a line extending from the top of the eye lid down to the middle of my cheek. Here I stood, studying this old Seiyajiin that glared back at me and all of 6 and 1/2 feet tall. With my silver spiky hair, locks flowing over the front of my ears down to my jaw line, and the rest of the hair tied back with some string, length lying between my shoulders on the top of the spine. A marvel of work, this fearless bounty hunter, a confidant in many galaxies to different thugs and ruffians of all power houses, named Hatake Tsuhaido, code name Haido