Future Trials: A DBZ Fan Fiction.
First off, to anyone reading Dark Dire, I'll be updating it soon, I promise, I'm just suffering from writers block, and I thought this would be something fun to do to help me get over it.
Anyway, this story is my first attempt at something involving Maria Trunks (or Future Trunks, it doesn't matter, he'll just be called Trunks in this story) As well as my first time writing a Saga Story. (That's what I call stories that, rather having one endpoint, act as sort of their own series, with different villains a conflict appearing after the previous one dies or is defeated, as it is in the anime. This means I'll keep writing the story in my spare time till A: Nobody is reading it. B: I get tired of it. Or C: I finally find a place to end it. Again, this isn't my main story; just something I thought would be fun to do.)
Also, there will be moments of blood a slight gore through-out this story, if you don't like that kind of stuff…. Well, it doesn't happen that often.
Please remember to review.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters from the show.
Future Trials.
Chapter 1: Ending the Terror.
Sixteen years is a long time, an incredibly long time.
A boy can grow up from a baby to a teenager, which in itself feels like a lifetime.
A tree can grow from a tiny sapling to towering over the very person who planted it.
So much can happen in sixteen years, new cities can be built, new vehicles invented, even new planets discovered.
Yes, sixteen years is a long time, and it's even longer when the only feeling in the air is fear.
Fear of the androids.
May twelfth, that was the day they appeared, and since then they had made the world their playground, destroying and killing whoever they wished, showing mercy to no one, unless they simply planned to kill them later.
They were monstrous beings, created for destruction, but no one knew why.
Why would someone create such creatures? What purpose was accomplished by letting them destroy the world? And who was the one who created them in the first place?
Nobody knew the answers to these questions, well, nobody but him.
Trunks sighed as he gazed out the window of his old room at all the devastation in the city around him. Every once and awhile he spotted a stray dog or cat, but for the most part there was nothing but rubble and wreckage.
It kind of made him wish he was back at the Cell Games again.
The lavender haired Demi-Saiyan chuckled slightly at the thought of Cell. That android had gotten what was coming to him and by an eleven year old boy no less. He could imagine that the monster would be sulking in the Underworld for all eternity for that.
But that was in the past, a different past; one that was better than the one he had lived. While it was true that Goku had still died in the end, his warning had prepared the Z-fighters in the past, and allowed them to defeat the androids.
He had even gotten to help somewhat, and had died himself in the process.
Luckily they had the dragon balls; even if Shenron left a scar, it was better than winding up in the Otherworld.
The Otherworld, that's where everyone was now; though he had managed to save the past, his future was still unchanged. The androids still ran amuck, continuing to enjoy their twisted form of 'fun'.
He was the only one left, the only warrior, and Earth's sole defender; that might have sounded egotistical, had it not been true.
No human alive stood a chance against those machines, but he wasn't human, he was a Saiyan. And not just a Saiyan, he was a Super Saiyan.
A smirk that would have rivaled his father's came to his lips. Those androids wouldn't know what hit them.
For sixteen years he and his master had battled them, attempting to stop their rampage. Master Gohan had trained him since he was little, and had pushed him many times to achieve the legendary transformation.
He thought it sickly ironic that it had been his master's death that had finally pushed him to transforming. But even then he hadn't been able to best the androids.
Only now, he had returned after battling a creature far worse than the androids, they wouldn't be much of a problem to defeat.
He just had to find them.
He turned away from the window, and walked out of the room, closing the door carefully so it wouldn't fall off its hinges, he was growing sick of fixing it. As he walked down the abandoned hall of the Capsule Corp. building, he found his mind drifting.
The past had been so much different thanks to him; he remembered his battle with Frieza and his father, which he learned hadn't been necessary, and had only served to change the timeline further.
He also remembered his shock at finding the head of Android 19, and his confusion as to what exactly was going on.
He still actually didn't know why 19 had been created, as the machine didn't exist in this future. He assumed his appearance must have changed thing, especially since had his mini-bots watching them the whole time.
, the man who was responsible for the androids; now that he had returned to his own time, he had come to relish the memory of watching that mad-man's robotic head getting smashed by Android 17's foot. He wasn't sure why he enjoyed it, he normally detested mindless slaughter. But the simple thought that the destruction of his world was that maniacs fault fuelled a hatred inside of him that came close to hatred he felt for the androids.
He ended his thoughts as he reached the door to his mother's lab. He knocked twice before opening the door, again carefully so it wouldn't fall off its hinges. Rust and Saiyan strength do not mix well.
"Mom, any news yet?" The Demi-Saiyan asked hopefully. The blue haired scientist looked up from some blueprints she had been drawing, and sighing, shook her head.
"Not yet, either they aren't moving tonight or they attacked somewhere isolated. Nothing's come over the radio except a few requests for supplies for a shelter in East City, and about ten minutes of classical music."
Trunks groaned, and flopped down in a chair beside Bulma.
"Just great, the one time we went them to strike; they decide to take the day off, figures."
Bulma gave a slight smile, and patted her son's shoulder.
"Don't worry Trunks; if we don't locate them today, we have… Well, the rest of our lives to find them. But trust me, it won't be that long."
The young Saiyan nodded, but the worried look stayed on his face.
"I know mother, but now that I know that I can defeat them, I want to stop them before anyone else dies. They've killed too many already."
The blue haired woman stared at him for a second, before smiling.
"You have a strong sense of responsibility Trunks. I don't know where you got that from."
Trunks couldn't help but laugh, understanding what his mother meant.
"Yeah, I know. Meeting Dad was quite a shock, I wasn't expecting him to be so…"
"Arrogant? Rude? Egotistic? Overbearing?" Bulma suggested.
"Is there an 'All of the above'?" Trunks said, laughing. He sighed, and smiled.
"But really, it was great to meet him, and everyone else. I had to keep from laughing at seeing Master Gohan as a little kid."
Bulma giggled slightly at the memory of the boy with the bowl haircut.
"Oh, that's right. You went to the battle with Frieza and his father at first right?" She asked. Her and Trunks hadn't talked about his journey all that much, seeing that as soon as he got back, they got right back to work on the time machine.
"Yeah, kind of messed things up there, but nothing to do any damage to past; I just kind of fought Frieza before Goku got the chance." Trunks said, blushing slightly. It was actually embarrassing; the first thing he did when he went back in time was change history.
"That shouldn't cause any problems, now, tell me. Did you see Vegeta wearing his 'BadMan' shirt?" Bulma asked, trying to hold in her laughter at the memory.
"Yes, and I also saw you with an afro."
Bulma simply shook her head and kept laughing.
"I was just following the style back then, even if the style was stupid." Bulma explained. Suddenly, the radio buzzed to live.
"Hey, listen. Maybe we've got something." Bulma said, leaning forward.
The two listened intently, trying to make out something through the static, but it was hopeless. Frustrated, Bulma slammed her fist down on top of the machine.
"Darn it! This could be important! I'm going to try and see if I can get a better signal." The scientist said, turning the radio around. As she started fiddling with dials, Trunks remembered something very important. Something he couldn't believe he had almost forgotten.
He walked over to the only clear table in the broken down lab, and leaned over it. The only reason it was clear was because it was HIS table, to be used for HIS projects. And since he had spent most of his time, well, time-traveling; he hadn't used it for anything yet. Not that he would, Gohan and his mother were the inventors, not him.
However, he was glad he had it; it did serve one purpose for him. He put his hands on top of it, and closed his eyes.
"Riportare." He muttered, and the next second was glad he had to have his eyes closed for this.
A blinding light exploded from the table, and even with his eyes shut tight, he could still see the glare. Thankfully, it only lasted for five seconds.
'You'd think I would expect that, but I don't.'
Trunks smiled when looked down and saw a sheathed sword was now under his hands. He grabbed the hilt, and carefully pulled it out, examining it. He examined his reflection in the familiar steel blade; it was the same sword Android 18 had broken during their fight in the past, only it was completely repaired, and seemed to give off a faint blue glow.
'Huh, well that's new.'
As if sensing his thoughts, the glow faded, and the sword looked exactly as it did before.
'That glow… It was familiar...'
And then, Trunks remembered.
The Half-Saiyan couldn't decide which was worse, the rain or the fact that he was standing out in the middle of a forest during it. It reminded him so much of the day Master Gohan died, which had been just over a year ago now. Sometimes Trunks wondered if it had stopped raining since that day.
That was the day he transformed, the day he ascended, but at what cost? His master, his only friend, had died. And yet he was still as powerless as before. He couldn't beat the androids, even with this new power that came from being a Super Saiyan, he was still as useless as before.
And now, Gohan wasn't here to save him. If the androids attacked him again, he wouldn't have a chance. He would be forced to sit back and watch people die, before they finally decided to kill him.
Trunks let out a roar as he transformed, causing the rain around him to evaporate before it even touched the ground. All he could say was he was glad the androids couldn't sense energy, or they wouldn't have any trouble finding him right now.
Trunks stood still for a minute, watching as the rain around him disappeared; and then he looked down at his hands, and the golden aura that surrounded them.
'Was it worth it? Was Gohan's life worth this?' He silently asked himself.
At that moment, something in Trunks' brain snapped.
'I'll make it worth it!'
It wasn't but an hour or two later, yet the surrounding area was nothing but large craters and smoldering rubble. A gasping Super Saiyan lay on his hands and knees, exhausted from a very severe training session.
"I'd… Make a decent android… I guess…" Trunks muttered, examining his handy work. He pushed himself to his feet, and tried to take a step, only to fall down into the mud. He strained to get his arms to work right, but the rain pelting his back seemed to be pushing him down. He coughed and spat, trying to get the mud out of his mouth. He tried three more times to push himself to his feet, but each time he failed, and his strength was dropping each second.
Finally, his hair faded from golden to lavender, and the Half-Saiyan started to panic.
'I couldn't have… injured myself… that badly, could I? I… Have to get up… Or else…'
A shudder went through his body as Trunks felt the last of his energy fade.
'Crap…'
The next instant the Demi-Saiyan found himself blinking into… Sunlight? He pushed himself up, and realized he wasn't tired anymore, or injured for that matter. His clothes seemed to also be in perfect shape.
"Am I…"
"Before you ask, no, you not dead."
Trunks jumped at the new voice, and started to look around frantically.
"Who?" He started, but was cut off again.
"Why don't you take a look around?"
There was something strange about the voice, like he'd heard it before, yet he hadn't; if that made sense. It was like something he knew he should have heard before, yet he hadn't till this moment.
Taking the voice's advice, he started to walk, and look, around. Wherever he was, it was very green. There was grass growing everywhere, and the whole area seemed to be mostly hills. Way in the distance, he saw a tall rock spire, but between he and it was a large lake, that had a purplish tint to it.
"There, you've looked around enough."
The voice was right behind him this time; he whirled around and saw a shorter man with a white mohawk. His skin was a light purple color, and he wore a strange blue and red outfit.
"Who are you?" Trunks asked, feeling slightly nervous.
"That is not important now, you will know in time. What is important is that I'm here to help you." The strange man said, walking up to the Saiyan. He stared at him hard for a moment, before smiling and nodding.
"Yes, I was right about you. You do have what it takes…" He muttered, before walking back a few steps.
"Tell me, Trunks. Have you ever used a sword before?"
Trunks blinked, and then shook his head. He could honestly say he had never been more confused. Yet, he had a strange feeling the man wasn't hostile, he hoped the feeling was right.
"Well then, that's even better."
Trunks watched as the man walked even further away, and then turned back to Trunks, and smiled.
"I have a gift for you. You won't understand it now, but it will come in handy later."
The man held out both of his hand, and closed his eyes.
"Riportare."
The next second Trunks was blinded by a flash of light, he staggered back, hands over his face.
"Sorry, I forgot to warn you." He head the mysterious man say in the exact same voice he been speaking in the whole time, to be honest it was disserting.
When Trunks' vision cleared, he saw that the man was now holding a sheathed sword.
"Here, this should help you. Make sure you practice with it before trying to use it in combat." The man said; suddenly, the sword was in Trunks' hands. He stared at it for a second, before grabbing its hilt and unsheathing it. He slowly moved it around, examining the blade.
"I assume you like it?" The man asked his smiling growing slightly.
"Yeah…" Trunks replied, still getting used to the swords weight.
"Good, you'll need it."
Suddenly, a blue glow surrounded the sword, and a sharp pain struck the Demi-Saiyan, knocking him to the ground.
"Enjoy your gift, I'll see you again, Trunks."
That was the last thing the teen heard, before his vision went black.
Trunks blinked; he realized he hadn't remembered about how he had gotten the sword before just then. He stared hard at the blade, but the glow had completely faded.
"Trunks! Come over here! I've got radio working!" Bulma yelled. The teen quickly dismissed his questions, and hurried over to his mother.
"Is it the androids?" He asked. Bulma just shrugged, and motioned for him to be quite.
"Attention, the androids have attacked East City! I repeat, the androids are attacking East City!"
'Unlucky for the city, lucky for us.' Bulma thought, before turning to Trunks. To her surprise, he was smiling.
"This is it. It's time for this all to end." He said, straightening up and putting on his sheath.
"Promise me you'll be careful."
Trunks just smiled, and nodded at his mother, before turning and hurrying out the door. As soon as his feet touched dirt, he blasted off into the sky.
As he flew, he caught glimpses of all the devastation the androids had caused over the years. Ruined cities, destroyed roads, totaled cars. It was all there doing.
"I hope you've enjoyed yourselves, androids, because after today the world will be rid of you for good!"
"Sis, what's got you so upset? You usually leave some parts of the building standing." The black haired, male android, known as Seventeen, commented. He watched as his blonde, female counter-part, Android Eighteen, decimated a whole city block with a couple of energy blasts.
"I don't know, I'm just in a bad mood today." Eighteen grumbled, not bothering to stop her barrage.
"Really? Well then, maybe you need a stress reliever… Let's see…" Seventeen said, examining the area around them, not seeing anything in the immediate area, he took into the sky.
'Not much here and Eighteen's liable to turn this whole city into dust soon. I'd really like to keep it intact; I might need a stress reliever one day too…'
Suddenly, a bit of movement caught the android's eye, and he whirled to follow it.
'Hold on... What's this?'
He stared, and caught it again, dashing behind some fallen debris.
'Well, this ought to do the trick.'
The android quickly landed beside his sister, who had started to destroy yet another section of the city, and tapped her shoulder.
"What do you want?"
Seventeen had to move quickly to dodge an energy blast, but he just smirked at his sister.
"I found a 'stress reliever.'"
'Please don't let them find me, please don't let them find me.'
A short red-haired girl was curled up into a ball behind the largest bit of rubble she could find. Due to the androids preoccupation with blowing up the city, they hadn't bothered looking for survivors, but she knew that was just as bad, as eventually she would either be found or blown to pieces.
'Oh, please. Oh please, don't let them find me.'
Suddenly, the stone and metal that she used as cover was completely obliterated, sending her flying face first across the concrete. She groaned, and did her best to ignore the pain and blood coming from her forehead. She pushed herself to her knees, raised her head, and found herself looking right into the faces of the androids.
"Think she'll do?" Seventeen asked, glancing at his sister.
"Yeah, this ought to be fun."
The red head was frozen in fear, so she didn't even react when Eighteen's foot slammed into her face, knocking down onto her back. The back of her head struck the concrete, and for a minute everything was black, until she felt a crushing force on her leg.
Eighteen smirked as the girl yelled out in pain; she looked down at her foot, which she had slammed down onto the girl's left leg, which was now bent completely sideways.
"Really? You're crying already? What a weakling."
The android let out a cruel laugh, and twisted her foot.
Even Seventeen winced slightly at the girl's screams, and he shook his head.
"Eighteen, can you shut her up? She's going to blow out my hearing."
The blonde android gave her brother a smirk, and shrugged.
"Sure, why not? I'm feeling better anyway."
Eighteen raised her foot and positioned it above the girl's throat.
"Say goodnight, missy."
Through her tears, the red-head's eyes grew.
'No, I don't want to die. Please…' The thought screamed through her mind, but she couldn't force the words out.
She closed her eyes, and waited for the end.
It didn't come.
Instead, she heard a yelp of alarm from the female android, and an explosion rang through the air the next second.
She opened one eye, and no longer saw the menacing face hovering over her. She managed to push her head up, just in time to see Eighteen climbing out of a fresh crater, and glaring at something in the air.
"Oh, look who it is Eighteen! Didn't expect to see you for another month or two." Seventeen said, smirking up at Trunks.
The Half-breed quickly surveyed the scene. Seventeen was just standing there, his usual smirk plastered on his face; Eighteen was climbing out of the crater her had put her in, courtesy of a quick Ki blast; and lying on the ground, her body shaking, was a young girl.
Blood ran down her face and onto her white shirt, her hair was braided behind her head, or at least it used to be, as now long strands of red hair ran down her back. But the thing that caught his attention the most was that her left leg was almost completely twisted.
Trunks felt his anger growing; he hated the sight of seeing someone so... brutalized. He turned his glare back to the androids as he touched down on the ground.
"Androids! It's over! Your terror is at an end! It's time for you to pay!"
"Oh, a dramatic speech, how boring." Seventeen said, yawning. Eighteen rolled her eyes at her brother, and glared back at Trunks.
"I'm really getting sick of this kid. Hey, Seventeen, I want to take him. He interrupted my fun after all."
The male android shrugged, and yawned again.
"Go ahead, he's no worth me wasting my energy."
"Oh no?" Trunks suddenly spoke up, a smirk etched on his face. "We'll see about that."
The wind suddenly picked up, and the ground began to shake, knocking lose debris off of ruins and sending them crashing down to the ground below. The Saiyan let out a yell, and in a flash of golden light, he transformed.
The now golden haired Super Saiyan glared at the androids.
"Still think I'm not worth your energy?"
The black haired android simply shrugged.
"We've beaten you in this form already, really, it's nothing new."
The smirk returned to Trunks' face, and he let out a slight chuckle.
"If only you could sense my power level, then you would realize how doomed you were."
Seventeen was about to respond, when Eighteen interrupted him
"I'm sick of you yammering on! Let's go! I'm ready to shut you up!"
Trunks sighed, and motioned with his hand.
"Come on then."
A second later the blonde android was flying towards him, at a speed human eyes couldn't follow, Trunks' eyes never left her fist, as it drew closer and closer to his face; it drew within two inches, and stopped.
Seventeen's eyes grew wide, and his mouth fell open.
The Half-Saiyan had thrown a punch right before Eighteen struck, and implanted his fist in the female androids stomach.
"You deserve far worse, consider yourself lucky." Trunks said, glaring at the android. Blood dripped from the corners of her mouth, and from around Trunks' hand.
For a second, Trunks stared into the androids eyes. He recognized the emotion he saw, it was fear.
Ironic, that a being that caused so much fear, would die feeling the same emotion.
"Goodbye, Android Eighteen."
A sudden explosion of energy, and the female android was no more.
Seventeen was aghast. There was no way his sister could be beaten, much less killed so easily. His astonishment quickly turned to anger, and he stepped toward the Super Saiyan.
"You… You killed her!"
Trunks turned, and glared at the android.
"Only fitting for a being that killed so many others."
The black haired killer clenched his fists, and took another step towards Trunks.
"Oh no pal. That's one mistake you aren't going to live to regret!"
Trunks sighed, and for a second is glare vanished.
"I'll tell you what, run away, and I promise your death will be painless. It's the least you deserve."
The android increased his pace, walking toward Trunks faster now. The Saiyan groaned, and his glare returned.
"So, that's how it has to be then? I guess dad was right, you machines are idiots."
That did it, Seventeen leapt at the Saiyan, and began a barrage of punches. However, each one was easily avoided by Trunks. Seventeen then quickly tried to swipe his legs with a kick, but Trunks leapt over it, and flipped over Seventeen's head. He landed, back to the android.
Seventeen saw his chance, and attacked; he brought his right arm back, and put all his power into one punch.
And a second too late realized the trap.
Trunks easily caught the punch, even behind his back, then quickly spun himself around, and grabbed his sword. As soon as it left its sheath, the sword struck its mark.
Seventeen screamed in pain, and stumbled backwards. His right arm had been cut clean off, and it collapsed to the ground in a shower of sparks. Blood dripped from the Android's wound, as well as several wires being visible.
"Do you see now Seventeen? You can't defeat me." Trunks said, stepping towards the wounded android.
"No! How is this… I'm stronger than…" Seventeen struggled to say, his mind a mix of confusion, anger, and pain.
"No you're not Seventeen. Face it, you've lost!" Trunks said, he smirked when he saw the same look in the android's eyes. Fear.
"You now know what all of those you slaughtered felt like don't you? It's a horrible feeling isn't it?"
The android didn't reply, he simply stumbled backwards a few more steps. Trunks leaned down, and picked up the Androids decapitated arm.
"You see this? This was for Gohan…" Trunks started, vaporizing the appendage in his hand, before drawing back his sword.
"And this is for everyone else!"
Trunks dashed forward, and swung the sword. Seventeen opened his mouth, but no sound came out, as the sword divided the android at the waist.
Trunks quickly tossed the weapon into the air, drew both of his hands to his sides, and concentrated, before thrusting them forward.
"Mega Burst Cannon!"
Before the two halves of Seventeen had completely divided, they were both obliterated by a huge blast of energy.
As the dust and ash cleared, Trunks stood there, unmoving, staring at the space where the android was last standing.
Then, he tilted his body to the right, and the sword landed in its sheath with a snap.
It was over, the androids were dead.
He had done it.
A smile crossed the Saiyan's face, after all these years, the terror had ended.
A groan suddenly drew his attention. He turned and saw the red haired girl attempting to push herself to a sitting position. Instantly Trunks rushed over, and helped her lean against a stone wall. The second she looked at him, he found himself in a huge hug. His first instinct was to jump back, until he felt the girl shaking. Slowly, he knelt down, and wrapped his arms around the crying girl.
"It's ok, you're safe now. Everyone is." Trunks said, trying to calm the girl.
The girl held herself against him, and to be honest Trunks was feeling awkward. Finally, the girl pulled slightly away from him.
"Thank you." She barely whispered, her body still shook, but a slight smile was on her face. That is, until she cried out in pain.
"What's wrong?" Trunks asked. 'Besides the obvious.'
"My… Leg. They... Broke it." The girl stammered out, still wincing against the pain.
Trunks looked down at her leg, and he didn't have to have a doctorate to know it was completely broken. (A/N: I was going to describe it but my own pain tolerance level wouldn't let me)
Trunks' brow furrowed, something like that wouldn't be easy to fix, if it could be fixed at all.
"Can I take you with me? My mom's incredibly smart; she'll be able to take care of your leg." Trunks asked, he actually was going to take her whether she consented or not, he wasn't able to leave her alone, especially since she was also still bleeding.
"Ok…" The girl said. Trunks carefully picked her up, being sure not to hurt her broken leg.
"Hey, if I can ask, what's your name?"
The girl, who had closed her eyes when he picked her up, muttered softly.
"Rose."
Trunks thought about this for a second. He had never met someone named after a flower before.
He liked the name.
With that thought, he took off towards home.
((And that's chapter 1. To be honest it was a lot longer than I meant it to be, oh well. I plan on continuing with Trunks' life after he defeated the Androids. I already have some plots ready, but what do you guys think? Should I keep writing this? Please remember to review.))