Prologue: Oh God Why?

Trunks looked at the One-Star Dragon Ball and sighed in relief. It had managed to get lost in an asteroid field.

And that's not even taking into account all of the Time Patrollers he had to fight.

'Honestly, you'd think with the danger we're currently facing they'd just give me the Dragon Balls, but no I need to beat them in a fight first.' Trunks gritted his teeth. He placed the seven balls in a circle on a special stand in the middle of Toki Toki City.

"Oh mighty Shenron, I summon you!" In that moment the sky turned darker then the blackest void. Within that void a serpentine dragon with green scales appeared.

This would be rather awe inspiring, if it weren't for the fact that Trunks had seen this many times before.

"Shenron hear my wish, I wish for you to-"

"Do I know you?" Shenron cut Trunks off. Trunks was surprised by this. From what Trunks could recall the dragon barely talked at all. But to be fair, that had been a while ago.

"Um, maybe? There was time travel involved. That always make things difficult."

The dragon spiralled around, then suddenly his head was a breath away from Trunks' face. Trunks stepped back in shock as Shenron's red eyes looked him over.

"Wait a minutes…those facial features, your father wouldn't happen to have short temper and widow's peak, would he?" The tone to Shenron's voice was hard to pin down, but Trunks was detecting some thinly veiled rage.

Trunks grinned nervously. He felt kind of odd, considering he could kill Shenron if he wanted to. But maybe the simple fact that Trunks could fit in the dragon's mouth was enough to scare him to no end.

With that in mind Trunks answered honestly, "That would be Vegeta, yes."

What happened next was…unexpected.

"OH COME ON!" Shenron flew up again, and Trunks sighed in relief, and just sat back and watched the rant.

"Can no one else find these things? Even when it's someone slightly different, it turns out they're bloody related! Is this just my fate? To forever be stuck granting wishes to a group of moronic death seekers?" Shenron let out a monstrous breath and looked down.

Trunks looked around. Some of the other Time Patrollers had stopped to stare and were visibly confused. Trunks gathered his nerve, and stood tall.

"Um, Shenron?"

The death glare of a dragon is an amazing thing that can strike fear into the hearts of many, even those that were Super Sayians.

"WHAT?!"

"Um, well, you see, I was wondering, if it wasn't too much trouble-"

"What. Do. You. Want." Shenron spoke slowly and through gritted teeth.

"I need you to summon someone that can help me!"

Everything was quiet for a moment. Shenron looked up, apparently in thought.

'Oh this could be good, "Someone that can help me." he says. Oh yes, that's just vague enough to work.'

Shenron allowed himself a dark chuckle, as he thought what poor fool to saddle Trunks with.

'Maybe…well, he did make my life slightly more annoying.'Shenron mused to himself.

"Um, Shenron?" Trunks asked after a while.

"What? Oh, YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED!" Shenron said in an ominous voice. A green glow of light appeared in front of Trunks, and within seconds a Namekian who was taller than Trunks appeared where the light was. He wore a white gi with a purple sash around his waist and matching boots.

The Namekian's face was blank for a moment, till he looked up at Shenron.

"Shenron, what am I doing here?" The Namekian spoke in a monotone, but if Trunks had to guess the Namekian was mad.

Shenron smirked smugly, "Farewell!"

And with that the Dragon Balls flew up and scattered once more.

"My day just couldn't get any worse." The green man said to himself.

"Hi, um, real quick, what's your name?"

The Namekian turned to Trunks, a small smile twitching at the corner of his lips, "My name is Dende."

Trunks nodded, "Nice to meet you, I'm Trunks, and I'll be attacking you today."

Dende's face shifted into confusion, "Wait, what?"

Trunks responded by leaping forward and slashing at Dende with intent to kill. Dende lunged quickly, barely dodging slash.

He leaped back with the help of his ki, getting a fair distance away from the sword wielding half sayian.

Dende, understandably, was very interested in what had just happened, "What the hell was that about!"

"I need to make sure you're strong enough to help me." Trunks thankfully put the blade away, but still crouched into a fighting position.

Dende let out an exasperated breath, 'Jesus Christ, why me? Couldn't this have happened to someone else? Like Krillin? He totally deserves sword slashes.'

Not having much choice, Dende crouched down, getting ready to fight Trunks.

This fanfic is based on TFS' Dragon Ball Z Abridged. I owe neither the original product, nor the one that this story is partial based on. Please support the Abridged Release.