This is a new story I made up. I am sort of stuck on my Opened Doors to Hope story so I wrote this to help my mind block. It is from a whole new position and all. So I hope everyone enjoys it. And of caurse I own none of DBZ, DBGT, or DB. So don't sue me.
Missing Pieces
Chapter 1: Missing News
Trunks flew back from his fight with Cell. Though Cell was only imperfect and hadn't been nearly as powerful as the perfect Cell that was defeated by Gohan in the past timeline. He was still proud that he saved the world from the androids. He knew deep down inside that his mentor Gohanwas looking from otherworld with pride and happiness at his student's accomplishment.
Trunks understood that this was going to be a hard time as well, but not as bad as it had been. The clean up would be slow and the fear would be slow to disappear on earth. But Trunks just wanted to enjoy the fresh air as the wind swept through his long lavender hair.
As Trunks was nearing the desolate remains of the Capsule Corps compound he felt a wave of anticipation welling up inside him. He was about to say to his mother the words he waited for seven years to say. And as Bulma, his still youthful mother, walked around the corner Trunks almost flew twice as fast to get there.
He landed gracefully on the ground and rushed up to his mother and gave him a great hug that lifted his startled mother off the ground.
"Trunks, what on earth has gotten into you?" She said almost laughing at the sudden display of emotion from her withdrawn boy.
"Well I am just happy to see you and. . . well. . . I." Trunks stammered.
Bulma giggled at her sons bashfulness as she saw the young saiyans face turned bright red.
"Mom, great news. All the androids are defeated. None remain now. We are finally safe." Trunk's full grin faded to a look of concern as he saw the tears that were threatening to pour down his mother's stress torn eyes and down her smooth check. He was not prepared for the tears. He was ready for the laughing, the cheering, and the jokes, but not for tears.
He gently rested a hand on his mothers shoulder to sooth her sorrows away, when he felt her just run into his arms and hugged him fiercely.
"Trunks Brief," she said through her tears and her sobbing voice. "You have made me more proud then any mother could be. I just wish Gohan and even your father could be here to see this.
Trunks just held his weeping mother in his arms as he thought of what his father would say. He knew Vegeta would just make an excuse to why he didn't do it and train even harder to beat his son, while at the same time telling everyone else it was because of the royal saiyan blood that Trunks possessed. It brought a tiny little smirk to the young man's face as he thought of that voice trying to pass it off as any other day.
"Well you know what Dad would say 'Boy, don't think it was anything special, you just have royal saiyan blood in you.'" Trunks said imitating his father's voice.
His mother pulled back and looked up at him. She smiled lightly with the tears still in her eyes. Bulma reached up and patted her son on the shoulder.
"Lets go get something to eat." His mother said and no sooner did she say it when she heard Trunks' stomach growl. "Yes, I know your hungry Mr. Saiyan"
Bulma started to laugh and the sound of it brought a peaceful smile to Trunks' lips. It has been a long time since she heard her laugh.
"Well come on." She said motioning for her son to follow.
Thirty minutes later they were both sitting around the table as trunks told the whole story of his trip to his past and about the funny parts. She almost fell back laughing when she heard of the sparing between Krillin and Yamcha, in which Yamcha went to kick Krillin's head but wound up on the floor after slipping off of the short Krillin's bald head.
When he was done telling he stories he saw his mother look sort of to the left at a tan folder left on the counter top. It looked as if it had papers and photos in it, but he could not tell what they were about.
"Mom, are you okay?" He asked concerned. Trunks remembered that throughout the story she had looked at the folders as if trying to decide something.
"Trunks something came in the mail today. Something I want you to see." Bulma got up and went over to the counter. Trunks could see that she picked up the folder and was returning to her seat.
"This may come as a shock, but these papers are real and this is no trick." She said as she opened the folder and laid the contents out in front of him.
Instantly his eyes saw a picture of Gohan, in his teens and standing next to a beautiful and short girl who looked about the same age as him. Gohan had an arm around the girl's shoulders and the girl was looking up at him and smiling. Gohan was wearing his usual orange gi that he got from his father, while the girl looked as if she was wearing just a loose T-shirt and some finger gloves. Her hair was tied in the back to keep it from getting into her face.
Trunks looked up from the pictured and pointed at the girl in the photo. "Who is she?" He asked confused. Why was Gohan holding her? Did they date at one point or another?
"Her name is Videl. Videl Satan," She said, "She was the daughter of . . . "
"Hercule Satan." Trunks said in a groan. He remembered the foolish man who said that their battles were all smoke and mirrors. The same man also tried to battle Cell. It was a funny sight to see when Cell took all the hits from Hercule without even flinching, including those to his face. Then Cell just brought his arm up and slapped Hercule into a nearby boulder.
Bulma looked at him in wonder. "How do you know that?" She asked not bothering to hide her surprise.
"Do you remember me telling you about the games and how there were a couple of humans who thought they could be Cell?" He waited for her to nod her head and continued, " Well, he was one of them. Poor Gohan when he found out that Hercule took the credit for saving the earth."
"Dear, that same man was also Gohan's father-in-law." She stated smirking at his opened mouth. Trunks looked quickly down at the photo and then with eyes wide and gaped mouth he stammered, "Gohan got married?"
"Yep and that's not all. Next photo." She said with a devilish smile on her face.
Trunks carefully picked up the second photo and looked down on it. The photo had Gohan and Videl, but this time they were older and were wearing different clothes. Gohan had on a plain White T-shirt that showed off his muscles and broad shoulders, and Videl was wearing a tank top and had her hair down. Trunks could see why Gohan loved her. He could tell by her eyes that she was a strong woman and she has the type of body that he would expect a fighter to have. She was lean with muscles in the right places. Then he noticed them both were cradling something. Trunks looked a little closer and saw the tiny face that was under the pink blanket. It was a baby! Trunks looked up at his mother and she nodded. He turned back down to the other papers and found a Birth Certificate for the girl.
"So her name is Pan Son." Trunks said. It sounded more like a statement than a question.
"You got it." Her mother said enthusiastically. "And what's more she survived the Androids."
"Where is she then?" Trunks asked, "Or they, cause I would like to meet Videl also."
Trunks noticed that his mother had a downcast look on her face and seemed to be staring at a spot on the table. At first he thought that she was being dramatic, but quickly rushed that thought out of his mind when she looked up. She looked into his eyes with a pained look.
"Videl died a year after Gohan did. The doctors couldn't explain it, but I could tell it was cause her heart was broken. Pan was given off to an adoption agency and the family who took her changed her name, both first and last. I tried to adopt her, but they said I wasn't eligible since I was a single parent." Bulma let out a sigh of regret.
"So there is no way to find out anything? Not even what city she is in?" Trunks asked. Bulma smiled at Trunk's unwillingness to give up. That was the quality that Bulma loved about Vegeta. Sure, she called him pigheaded and stubborn, but she also admired his will to be the best and conquer his weaknesses.
"Well, I found this medical file while I was going through our logs for anything suspicious. Call it grasping for straws." Bulma stood up and carefully handed Trunks a medical document. He started reading. It was an operation on a girl who was only 4 years old. It confused Trunks for a while. Why would that matter? Who cares if some girl had surgery? But the closer he looked the closer he saw what Bulma wanted him to see. It wasn't who the girl was, but what was removed. The operation was one that required the girl to lose a monkey-like tail that mysteriously was growing out. Trunks smirked and looked up to his mother. Not only did the have the girls name but they also have a city location.
"So Marie Solen lives in Northern City." Trunks said with a smirk on his face. He looked up at his mother and saw her smiling right back. It was obvious that they both were thinking the exact same thing.
"Well, then mister you better get going or you will get there at night fall." Bulma said, and as a offhanded response, "And try to wear something less showy. Your trying to meet someone, not get ready for battle."
Trunks looked down and noticed that he had not changed from his slightly faded, lose fitting, black pants and his tight black muscle shirt. He felt lucky in this garb since he beat Freiza, the Androids and Cell of his time in it not to mentioned lived through a lot of battles with the rest of the Z warriors. 'I guess it would be sort of threatening to see me walking up to simple people. I might look like a gang member or something.
Trunks remembered a gift that he received from his mother some time ago. He had worn it occasionally. He liked it, but didn't want it to be destroyed in a battle against androids. He leapt out of his chair and ran towards his bedroom. Of the original compound only the living quarters and the basement was spared when the androids attacked West City. As he turned into his room he could hardly contain his excitement and meeting another saiyan, not to mention his best friend and mentor's daughter. 'I wonder what she is like? Is she a fighter like Gohan was or is she a peaceful girl?' He thought to himself, trying to picture the young lady that Pan grew up into, as he rummage through his closet for the shirt.
Finding it, Trunks put the shirt over his muscle shirt. The shirt was a black, buttoned up, collar shirt. Trunks felt that by putting it on he looked a little more business-like, and less of a street brawler. He turned to his right so he could see himself in the mirror that was across the room as him. The shirt matched what he already had on so in case something happened he could take it off and would be ready to fight.
Looking down to make sure he still had his satellite watch on, Trunks flew out the window that he always had open. It was large enough that he could fly in and out of without damaging the frame and it had no trees or anything near it so others could not sneak in also.
