This story involves Mirai Trunks and a girlfriend he had in his time. It
is around the time just before and after Gohan died.
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The Love of My Life
Chapter 1
Trunks sat on a ruined building watching a faint trail of smoke rise up into the sky far away in the distance. Another ruined city had just been made by the two androids. Anger flowed in the fourteen year-old boy's veins. He looked away so that he wouldn't have to see the destruction surrounding him, but wherever he turned, there it was. He had been training with Gohan to become a Super Saiyan, but he hadn't made it that far yet. But he was getting stronger and quicker and he had almost made it to a Super Saiyan one time. Trunks hoped that soon he would get that far so that he could destroy the androids.
They had been around for the longest time. Since around the time Trunks was three years old. He lived in fear his whole life and was constantly in fear for his mother. "I'm a saiyan and can withstand more than Mom can. I know she is strong-willed, but she could be killed easily," he thought. Trunks sighed. "Mom told me that my father died because he was trying to protect Mom and I from the androids. My father has already been taken from me…I don't want to see my mom taken from me too." He clenched his fists tightly. It pained him to even think of his mother dead at the hands of the androids.
Suddenly a scream interrupted his thoughts and he quickly got up and flew in the direction the scream was coming from. He scanned the ground, searching for sign of trouble, waiting to see an android about to kill another innocent person. A thing he had seen too many times in his lifetime. A boy his age should never have to witness innocent people being killed. Soon he found the skirmish down below, but no androids were in sight. Instead he found a burly man with one arm around a girl with long brown hair and had a knife to her throat, demanding her to give him all her money. The girl was crying and begging for her life, trying desperately to get away, but without success.
"Is this what we have come to?" Trunks thought in disgust. "Our towns are being destroyed and when we should be uniting to put up a fight against our foes, we are trying to steal young girls' money. Why do people have to be like this?"
Right when Trunks was about to fly down and break up the robbing, a middle- aged man appeared with a gun. "Hey! Leave my daughter alone or else I'll shoot you and you'll never live to see another day. Now get the hell off of my property!"
The burly man let go and ran for his life. The daughter ran to her father, crying and they walked back towards their house.
Trunks floated in the air, making sure the other man did not come back and wondered what he should do next. Seeing as how he was already in the air, he decided to just go home and see how his mom was managing. Bulma had been working for months on a time machine so either she or Trunks could go back in time to give Goku heart medicine. If they did that, then maybe at least one world would be spared from Androids 17 and 18. Trunks smirked at thinking that the time machine was where he would always find his mom when he came home. She paid more attention to that thing than she did to him, but Trunks realized that it was for a good cause and forgave her.
Sure enough, when he got home, his mother was no where in sight, but in her lab working diligently on her precious time machine.
"Hey mom," Trunks said as he walked into the lab.
"Shh…" Bulma said impatiently without turning to look at him. "I'm trying to figure out where I want to put this chip. You don't know how hard it is to build one of these things. You have to take everything into account and if you mess one thing up, then it might not work or you'll die. There's so many possibilities for disaster," she continued, trailing off towards the end.
"Oh, sorry."
He waited while Bulma kept working and sat himself in a chair by the door, twiddling his thumbs and watching her work. When she was finally done for the day, she turned around and looked at him, expecting to see cuts and bruises all over him, any sign that he had been fighting. But there weren't any.
"Hi honey," she said, glad that he was not hurt. "Where have you been? You haven't been here all day. Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, I sure am," he answered. "I've just been outside for fresh air and was meditating, but that didn't work out because I ended up thinking too much." He sighed.
"What's wrong?" Bulma asked curiously.
In the kitchen while Bulma was making rice, Trunks ranted to her about what he had just seen.
"I hate to say it, but people are just getting worse! I would think that everyone would realize that we are all in this together and that we should be helping each other and not robbing each other. I can't believe that anyone would want to steal from a neighbor now when we all have so little to give. Mom, this place used to be the biggest company in the world. You could get anything you wanted and eat whatever you wanted, but now you're reduced to boxes of rice and tea that you can find in the streets and the few stores that are open. I mean it's bad for everyone, especially if we barely have anything, I hate to think of how others must be suffering."
"Well, Trunks, people will always be what they always have been. I bet you that the man you saw with the knife has always been a burglar. That's probably all he knows what to do and to be. I know it's terrible, but that's the way it is. Of course, maybe he wanted the money so he could get food for himself. Sure it's wrong, but it's what he felt he needed to do," Bulma said knowingly. "Not that I agree with it. It's still wrong," she added.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I just wish everything was normal and there wasn't so much chaos in the world."
"Me too sweetie."
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Trunks was sitting on a cliff with Gohan, and they were discussing why he hadn't become a Super Saiyan yet and why he couldn't do it.
"Just give yourself a chance, Trunks. You need to get more emotional. The power responds to a need. Don't worry, kid, you'll get it eventually. I know you can," Gohan said matter-of-factly.
Gohan always praised him. Gohan had always made Trunks feel better. He felt just like a brother to Trunks and in a way, just like a father. Gohan was the only father figure he had.
Then they saw a ki blast in the distance and knew that the androids were there and were causing trouble again. Gohan had just lost his arm in a battle with them, but he jumped up again, ready to fight, instantly turning into a Super Saiyan.
"No! Are you crazy? You can't fight them yet, you're not fully healed," Trunks yelled, trying to reason with Gohan.
"I have to, Trunks. I can't stand by and watch innocent people die when I know I could be doing something to help," he said angrily, glaring at the annihilation of another already ruined city.
"Why do you have to be so noble at a time like this?" Trunks thought. "You could get killed!"
"Don't fight alone then," Trunks pleaded. "Let me go with you and I'll help you. Just don't go out and fight alone, you're not ready yet. Please Gohan!"
Gohan stared at Trunks for what seemed an eternity, sizing up the situation, thinking of what he should do. Finally he smiled and said, "Sure, come on Trunks."
Trunks turned towards the destruction going on in the distance. "Yeah!" he said excitedly. Though he knew there were people dying, he couldn't help but being the slightest bit excited for a good fight. He was about to fly towards it when he felt something hit his neck, and he slowly lost consciousness.
"Sorry, little bro," Gohan said softly to Trunks' unconscious body, somehow knowing that something terrible was going to happen, "But you're all the hope we have left. I can't let you go out there and get killed."
With those last words to Trunks, Gohan headed towards the city and to his death.
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As you might have noticed, if you've read this, is that I added and took some stuff out to make it better. Please review this so I know if I'm doing okay or if I should change some more stuff around! I really want to hear some comments on this! Also, if you want to read ahead, the sequel to this story is already up, if you want to read and review that too. Make sure you check it out please!
~Lady Branwen~
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The Love of My Life
Chapter 1
Trunks sat on a ruined building watching a faint trail of smoke rise up into the sky far away in the distance. Another ruined city had just been made by the two androids. Anger flowed in the fourteen year-old boy's veins. He looked away so that he wouldn't have to see the destruction surrounding him, but wherever he turned, there it was. He had been training with Gohan to become a Super Saiyan, but he hadn't made it that far yet. But he was getting stronger and quicker and he had almost made it to a Super Saiyan one time. Trunks hoped that soon he would get that far so that he could destroy the androids.
They had been around for the longest time. Since around the time Trunks was three years old. He lived in fear his whole life and was constantly in fear for his mother. "I'm a saiyan and can withstand more than Mom can. I know she is strong-willed, but she could be killed easily," he thought. Trunks sighed. "Mom told me that my father died because he was trying to protect Mom and I from the androids. My father has already been taken from me…I don't want to see my mom taken from me too." He clenched his fists tightly. It pained him to even think of his mother dead at the hands of the androids.
Suddenly a scream interrupted his thoughts and he quickly got up and flew in the direction the scream was coming from. He scanned the ground, searching for sign of trouble, waiting to see an android about to kill another innocent person. A thing he had seen too many times in his lifetime. A boy his age should never have to witness innocent people being killed. Soon he found the skirmish down below, but no androids were in sight. Instead he found a burly man with one arm around a girl with long brown hair and had a knife to her throat, demanding her to give him all her money. The girl was crying and begging for her life, trying desperately to get away, but without success.
"Is this what we have come to?" Trunks thought in disgust. "Our towns are being destroyed and when we should be uniting to put up a fight against our foes, we are trying to steal young girls' money. Why do people have to be like this?"
Right when Trunks was about to fly down and break up the robbing, a middle- aged man appeared with a gun. "Hey! Leave my daughter alone or else I'll shoot you and you'll never live to see another day. Now get the hell off of my property!"
The burly man let go and ran for his life. The daughter ran to her father, crying and they walked back towards their house.
Trunks floated in the air, making sure the other man did not come back and wondered what he should do next. Seeing as how he was already in the air, he decided to just go home and see how his mom was managing. Bulma had been working for months on a time machine so either she or Trunks could go back in time to give Goku heart medicine. If they did that, then maybe at least one world would be spared from Androids 17 and 18. Trunks smirked at thinking that the time machine was where he would always find his mom when he came home. She paid more attention to that thing than she did to him, but Trunks realized that it was for a good cause and forgave her.
Sure enough, when he got home, his mother was no where in sight, but in her lab working diligently on her precious time machine.
"Hey mom," Trunks said as he walked into the lab.
"Shh…" Bulma said impatiently without turning to look at him. "I'm trying to figure out where I want to put this chip. You don't know how hard it is to build one of these things. You have to take everything into account and if you mess one thing up, then it might not work or you'll die. There's so many possibilities for disaster," she continued, trailing off towards the end.
"Oh, sorry."
He waited while Bulma kept working and sat himself in a chair by the door, twiddling his thumbs and watching her work. When she was finally done for the day, she turned around and looked at him, expecting to see cuts and bruises all over him, any sign that he had been fighting. But there weren't any.
"Hi honey," she said, glad that he was not hurt. "Where have you been? You haven't been here all day. Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, I sure am," he answered. "I've just been outside for fresh air and was meditating, but that didn't work out because I ended up thinking too much." He sighed.
"What's wrong?" Bulma asked curiously.
In the kitchen while Bulma was making rice, Trunks ranted to her about what he had just seen.
"I hate to say it, but people are just getting worse! I would think that everyone would realize that we are all in this together and that we should be helping each other and not robbing each other. I can't believe that anyone would want to steal from a neighbor now when we all have so little to give. Mom, this place used to be the biggest company in the world. You could get anything you wanted and eat whatever you wanted, but now you're reduced to boxes of rice and tea that you can find in the streets and the few stores that are open. I mean it's bad for everyone, especially if we barely have anything, I hate to think of how others must be suffering."
"Well, Trunks, people will always be what they always have been. I bet you that the man you saw with the knife has always been a burglar. That's probably all he knows what to do and to be. I know it's terrible, but that's the way it is. Of course, maybe he wanted the money so he could get food for himself. Sure it's wrong, but it's what he felt he needed to do," Bulma said knowingly. "Not that I agree with it. It's still wrong," she added.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I just wish everything was normal and there wasn't so much chaos in the world."
"Me too sweetie."
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Trunks was sitting on a cliff with Gohan, and they were discussing why he hadn't become a Super Saiyan yet and why he couldn't do it.
"Just give yourself a chance, Trunks. You need to get more emotional. The power responds to a need. Don't worry, kid, you'll get it eventually. I know you can," Gohan said matter-of-factly.
Gohan always praised him. Gohan had always made Trunks feel better. He felt just like a brother to Trunks and in a way, just like a father. Gohan was the only father figure he had.
Then they saw a ki blast in the distance and knew that the androids were there and were causing trouble again. Gohan had just lost his arm in a battle with them, but he jumped up again, ready to fight, instantly turning into a Super Saiyan.
"No! Are you crazy? You can't fight them yet, you're not fully healed," Trunks yelled, trying to reason with Gohan.
"I have to, Trunks. I can't stand by and watch innocent people die when I know I could be doing something to help," he said angrily, glaring at the annihilation of another already ruined city.
"Why do you have to be so noble at a time like this?" Trunks thought. "You could get killed!"
"Don't fight alone then," Trunks pleaded. "Let me go with you and I'll help you. Just don't go out and fight alone, you're not ready yet. Please Gohan!"
Gohan stared at Trunks for what seemed an eternity, sizing up the situation, thinking of what he should do. Finally he smiled and said, "Sure, come on Trunks."
Trunks turned towards the destruction going on in the distance. "Yeah!" he said excitedly. Though he knew there were people dying, he couldn't help but being the slightest bit excited for a good fight. He was about to fly towards it when he felt something hit his neck, and he slowly lost consciousness.
"Sorry, little bro," Gohan said softly to Trunks' unconscious body, somehow knowing that something terrible was going to happen, "But you're all the hope we have left. I can't let you go out there and get killed."
With those last words to Trunks, Gohan headed towards the city and to his death.
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As you might have noticed, if you've read this, is that I added and took some stuff out to make it better. Please review this so I know if I'm doing okay or if I should change some more stuff around! I really want to hear some comments on this! Also, if you want to read ahead, the sequel to this story is already up, if you want to read and review that too. Make sure you check it out please!
~Lady Branwen~
