Author's Note: Again for my disclaimer, the only character I call rights
for is Rina since I made her up, but everything else belongs to Akira
Toriyama and FuniMation. Don't sue me!
Author's Comment: This one, like my other, is old so don't mind punctuation errors. Let me know what you think; I'm hoping this will turn into a full story.
A scream of anger filled pain rang out through the vast landscape. A young Rina, Goku and Chi-Chi's daughter, Goten's twin sister, lay lifeless in a heap of rubble. Trunks looked down at the one he had cared for so deeply, her tail was still wrapped around her waist, her body soaked in blood from wounds he had inflicted; all over her. Tears slowly began to run down his cheeks as he watched, Rina was gone. Behind him came a vicious laugh, one that always haunted him.
"You have done well my son! One less child of Kakkarot's for us to deal with!" Trunks clenched his fists, gritting his teeth, he yelled out again. Tears coming unnoticed now, he flew down to her side, kneeling beside Rina and putting her head in his arms. Why did his father make him do this? A single glittering tear fell onto her cold pale face as he closed his eyes. Opening them again, her body began to fade, quickly disappearing into nothing.
"Rina! No, Rina!" he screamed, waking up with a start. Trunks rubbed his eyes, wiping away a tear and looking around. He was in his room. "A dream.it was just a dream, thank Kami, but why?" He sat there for a moment, thinking back on his dream, wondering what it meant. Shaking his head, he lay back down, looking up at the ceiling before turning to the side. The red light from his digital clock, on a stand beside his bed, made him squint. It read four thirteen a.m.; his dad would be waking him up in an hour to get ready to train. Instead of waiting, Trunks got out of bed and put on his usual outfit, the fighting gi his mother gave him, a loose fitting, aqua body suit, tied at the waist with an orange sash. On his wrists went weighted, orange wristbands. Quietly, he made his way downstairs; heading to the backdoor. He slipped on his weighted orange boots and opened the door, heading into the backyard. It was still cold, causing him to shiver slightly. He walked to their training facility and punched in the access code, the computer welcoming him. After walking in he yawned, stretching and rubbing his eyes. "Computer.twenty times gravity, no make it thirty." He said.
"The chamber is now thirty times the normal gravity." It responded. He began to do a simple routine his dad thought up, but in the extra gravity he was really lagging. Getting so frustrated with himself he screamed out, punching the wall with all of his force, but made no mark. Depressed, he fell to the ground, sobbing.
"Why can't I do it? Why can't I go Super Saiyan, like everyone else, like dad.?" Standing up again and wiping away his tears, Trunks ordered the computer to forty times gravity. Barely even being able to move, he would not give up, he had to do it, he had to make his father proud. No matter what, he just had to. Breathing hard and sweating extensively, Trunks was still trying to walk. The clock said five twenty three, which meant his dad would be there in seven minutes. Shouting again, Trunks began to throw punches as he walked, making his body work harder. Just as he was beginning to get the hang of it, and was walking rather well, he tripped; falling onto the hard ground heavily. He tried to get up, but couldn't, the gravity was too much, but he didn't want to give up. When exhaustion began to overtake him, the door opened and his father walked in. Seeing his son nearly unconscious on the floor, a look of disgust came across his face.
"Trunks! You fool! What do you think you're doing?" he yelled angrily, walking over to him. "Computer! Regular gravity."
"Yes Prince Vegeta." It responded. Helping his son to his feet, he kept the same look on his face.
"I'm sorry dad; I just wanted to be strong like you." There was no expression on Vegeta's face but anger now.
"Foolish! What you did was foolish Trunks, something that idiot Kakkarot, or his sons and daughter would do." He turned away from his son, commanding the computer to put fifty times gravity on. As Trunks stood there, fighting to stay up, he watched his father; moving as if the gravity was normal.
After several minutes Vegeta commanded an extra eighty times gravity on. Trunks continued to watch, this was the part he had been waiting for. With a small yell, a great beam of light engulfed his father. Vegeta's hair turned yellow, eyes blue, and he became exceptionally strong. A Super Saiyan. He moved so quickly, making it hard for Trunks to follow. Grunting, Trunks tried to move, barely even able to lift his foot from the ground. After five minutes, he got one step closer to where his father was. After an hour, he wasn't even half way there, but kept trying. Vegeta stopped training, looking at his son, he laughed. "Stop trying fool! The gravity is far too much for you."
"NO.IT'S.NOT!!!!" Trunks screamed. He roared out in determination, yelling several times. On the last yell he threw his hands into the air and held the yell. A great light engulfed him; changing his hair and eyes the same way it did his father. Trunks began to laugh cheerfully, jumping up and down, the light staying around him. Vegeta watched, a horrified look on his face.
"But.how?" he whispered. Trunks had finally gone Super Saiyan, probably the youngest to do it, and it was something that had taken Vegeta years to learn. "Stop!" he yelled. Immediately Trunks stopped jumping around, looking blankly at his dad.
"What is it dad?" he asked.
"Get out! Now!"
"But.dad?"
"NOW!" Vegeta yelled. Upset, Trunks left his father and headed toward the house. Vegeta, continued to train, turning the gravity up even more so his focus would not be on what just happened.
"Well, good morning Trunks.wow! Trunks, you went Super Saiyan." His mother was sitting at the table, eating cereal and reading the paper.
"Yeah, hi mom." He said weakly.
"Trunks, what's wrong?" Bulma asked.
"I'm going to Goten's mom." He responded.
"Trunks! Honey, wait!" But it was too late, his hair fell back into its normal state and color, as he walked out the door, his tail just missing being shut on.
"Ha! Got you Gohan!" Rina yelled, tackling her big brother to the ground.
"Yeah, yeah. You got me! Good job." She grinned toothily and got up off of him, spinning around and looking at Goten.
"Let's see you get him quicker then that!" she yelled.
"You just wait, I will!" he yelled back. Playing tag, and other games, with Gohan was Rina's and Goten's form of training; since their mother insisted on having them go to school and not be like their father or their older brother. They didn't listen; they sparred all the time, and occasionally went to Trunks' to practice in the gravity chamber.
"Here I come Gohan!" Goten shouted. He shot forward, disappearing in a flash. Gohan ran off at the same time. Rina sat down, this would take awhile. Her tail was wrapped about her waist, like it always was. She was wearing her usual, tight green body suit; like Vegeta's, white boots, and white gloves, her armor not on. A slight breeze teased her black, short in the back, long in the front, hair, that was about neck length. Taking a deep breath, she closed her green eyes, allowing herself to fall back and lay in the lush grass. She thought of Trunks and it made her smile, when she felt something cold and wet on her face. Opening her eyes and sitting up, it began to pour rain. The two boys had stopped playing, and flew over to her quickly.
"Come on Rina, mom will kill us if we don't come home." Said Gohan. She nodded and jumped into the air with them, flying off to the always worried Chi-Chi. Landing in front of their home Chi-Chi opened the door, beckoning for them to come in.
"Oh, Gohan, how could you stay out so long? Poor little Goten and Rina will surely get sick!" she said, giving Gohan a stern look.
"Come on mom.we're not little anymore! Come on we just turned 14 last week!" Goten pleaded.
"Yes you are! You shouldn't."
"Mom, we're fine." Rina interrupted. Just as Chi-Chi was about to say something back, there was a loud knock at the door.
"Now who in the world could that be?" she said instead.
"Who knows, someone stupid." Rina said while opening the door. "Trunks!" she shouted, pulling him in and shutting the door. He still looked miserable, tail hanging limp, and his head held low.
"Heya Trunks! What's up?" Goten asked, patting his best friend on the back, stopping quickly, Trunks' back was like concrete. "Ow, man."
"Yeah, hey Goten. It's cool." Not being as thick-headed as her brother, Rina could sense something was wrong. Trunks was always in a good mood, and was especially so when he was with Goten. She shook it off and began to head towards her room. "Rina, wait.Goten, I'll be right back." Trunks followed after her, the two walking into Goku's old training room. Rina began punching one of the dummies in the room, Trunks only stood and watched.
"Trunks, don't lie to me, what's wrong? You're not yourself today." She asked, stopping and turning to look at him, her big green eyes full of concern.
"Do you promise not to say a word? Not even to Gohan, and especially not Goten."
"Of course! Anything for you, please tell me." She replied.
"Okay." He explained it all, even the dream, to every possible detail. Rina could only nod and listen, she didn't even know her own father. She had only ever heard stories and seen pictures; he had died before she was born; only Gohan got to meet him. She knew how Trunks felt though, always wanting to make his father proud, and do anything for affection. She'd do anything to make Gohan proud, and she was fortunate for him to express that to her.
"Trunks.you went Super Saiyan? That's wonderful! I wish I could." She said while looking at her tail, then his. "I know your father can be hard on you, Trunks. But you are very strong, whether you think so or not. I mean come on, Goten pat your back and nearly broke his hand. I'm sure he's very proud of you, but Vegeta.he, he just doesn't like to show his emotions. For fear of weakness I suppose. Just, don't push yourself to hard Trunks; I don't want you to get hurt."
"Thank you Rina, I hope you're right." "You're welcome, remember, I'm always here for you. You're my best friend, I'll always help." She gave him a big hug, and then quickly backed out of it, not wanting to make him feel awkward. She really did care for him, and hoped he felt the same for her, but they were only friends; despite Gohan and Goten's teasing, and her mother's odd looks, they had always been friends.
"Rina, I." he began to say.
"Yeah Trunks?" He wanted to tell her, tell her how he felt about her, but then thought of his dad, and how if he found out how mad he would be.
"I, I have to go! Don't want to worry dad." As soon as he said it he knew she could tell it was a lie, but couldn't wait for her to say anything. He dashed out of the room and ran through the house, yelling goodbye to Goten, Gohan, and Chi-Chi. He ran out the door and into the rain. Immediately he went Super Saiyan, flying as quickly as he could to his own home.
Author's Comment: This one, like my other, is old so don't mind punctuation errors. Let me know what you think; I'm hoping this will turn into a full story.
A scream of anger filled pain rang out through the vast landscape. A young Rina, Goku and Chi-Chi's daughter, Goten's twin sister, lay lifeless in a heap of rubble. Trunks looked down at the one he had cared for so deeply, her tail was still wrapped around her waist, her body soaked in blood from wounds he had inflicted; all over her. Tears slowly began to run down his cheeks as he watched, Rina was gone. Behind him came a vicious laugh, one that always haunted him.
"You have done well my son! One less child of Kakkarot's for us to deal with!" Trunks clenched his fists, gritting his teeth, he yelled out again. Tears coming unnoticed now, he flew down to her side, kneeling beside Rina and putting her head in his arms. Why did his father make him do this? A single glittering tear fell onto her cold pale face as he closed his eyes. Opening them again, her body began to fade, quickly disappearing into nothing.
"Rina! No, Rina!" he screamed, waking up with a start. Trunks rubbed his eyes, wiping away a tear and looking around. He was in his room. "A dream.it was just a dream, thank Kami, but why?" He sat there for a moment, thinking back on his dream, wondering what it meant. Shaking his head, he lay back down, looking up at the ceiling before turning to the side. The red light from his digital clock, on a stand beside his bed, made him squint. It read four thirteen a.m.; his dad would be waking him up in an hour to get ready to train. Instead of waiting, Trunks got out of bed and put on his usual outfit, the fighting gi his mother gave him, a loose fitting, aqua body suit, tied at the waist with an orange sash. On his wrists went weighted, orange wristbands. Quietly, he made his way downstairs; heading to the backdoor. He slipped on his weighted orange boots and opened the door, heading into the backyard. It was still cold, causing him to shiver slightly. He walked to their training facility and punched in the access code, the computer welcoming him. After walking in he yawned, stretching and rubbing his eyes. "Computer.twenty times gravity, no make it thirty." He said.
"The chamber is now thirty times the normal gravity." It responded. He began to do a simple routine his dad thought up, but in the extra gravity he was really lagging. Getting so frustrated with himself he screamed out, punching the wall with all of his force, but made no mark. Depressed, he fell to the ground, sobbing.
"Why can't I do it? Why can't I go Super Saiyan, like everyone else, like dad.?" Standing up again and wiping away his tears, Trunks ordered the computer to forty times gravity. Barely even being able to move, he would not give up, he had to do it, he had to make his father proud. No matter what, he just had to. Breathing hard and sweating extensively, Trunks was still trying to walk. The clock said five twenty three, which meant his dad would be there in seven minutes. Shouting again, Trunks began to throw punches as he walked, making his body work harder. Just as he was beginning to get the hang of it, and was walking rather well, he tripped; falling onto the hard ground heavily. He tried to get up, but couldn't, the gravity was too much, but he didn't want to give up. When exhaustion began to overtake him, the door opened and his father walked in. Seeing his son nearly unconscious on the floor, a look of disgust came across his face.
"Trunks! You fool! What do you think you're doing?" he yelled angrily, walking over to him. "Computer! Regular gravity."
"Yes Prince Vegeta." It responded. Helping his son to his feet, he kept the same look on his face.
"I'm sorry dad; I just wanted to be strong like you." There was no expression on Vegeta's face but anger now.
"Foolish! What you did was foolish Trunks, something that idiot Kakkarot, or his sons and daughter would do." He turned away from his son, commanding the computer to put fifty times gravity on. As Trunks stood there, fighting to stay up, he watched his father; moving as if the gravity was normal.
After several minutes Vegeta commanded an extra eighty times gravity on. Trunks continued to watch, this was the part he had been waiting for. With a small yell, a great beam of light engulfed his father. Vegeta's hair turned yellow, eyes blue, and he became exceptionally strong. A Super Saiyan. He moved so quickly, making it hard for Trunks to follow. Grunting, Trunks tried to move, barely even able to lift his foot from the ground. After five minutes, he got one step closer to where his father was. After an hour, he wasn't even half way there, but kept trying. Vegeta stopped training, looking at his son, he laughed. "Stop trying fool! The gravity is far too much for you."
"NO.IT'S.NOT!!!!" Trunks screamed. He roared out in determination, yelling several times. On the last yell he threw his hands into the air and held the yell. A great light engulfed him; changing his hair and eyes the same way it did his father. Trunks began to laugh cheerfully, jumping up and down, the light staying around him. Vegeta watched, a horrified look on his face.
"But.how?" he whispered. Trunks had finally gone Super Saiyan, probably the youngest to do it, and it was something that had taken Vegeta years to learn. "Stop!" he yelled. Immediately Trunks stopped jumping around, looking blankly at his dad.
"What is it dad?" he asked.
"Get out! Now!"
"But.dad?"
"NOW!" Vegeta yelled. Upset, Trunks left his father and headed toward the house. Vegeta, continued to train, turning the gravity up even more so his focus would not be on what just happened.
"Well, good morning Trunks.wow! Trunks, you went Super Saiyan." His mother was sitting at the table, eating cereal and reading the paper.
"Yeah, hi mom." He said weakly.
"Trunks, what's wrong?" Bulma asked.
"I'm going to Goten's mom." He responded.
"Trunks! Honey, wait!" But it was too late, his hair fell back into its normal state and color, as he walked out the door, his tail just missing being shut on.
"Ha! Got you Gohan!" Rina yelled, tackling her big brother to the ground.
"Yeah, yeah. You got me! Good job." She grinned toothily and got up off of him, spinning around and looking at Goten.
"Let's see you get him quicker then that!" she yelled.
"You just wait, I will!" he yelled back. Playing tag, and other games, with Gohan was Rina's and Goten's form of training; since their mother insisted on having them go to school and not be like their father or their older brother. They didn't listen; they sparred all the time, and occasionally went to Trunks' to practice in the gravity chamber.
"Here I come Gohan!" Goten shouted. He shot forward, disappearing in a flash. Gohan ran off at the same time. Rina sat down, this would take awhile. Her tail was wrapped about her waist, like it always was. She was wearing her usual, tight green body suit; like Vegeta's, white boots, and white gloves, her armor not on. A slight breeze teased her black, short in the back, long in the front, hair, that was about neck length. Taking a deep breath, she closed her green eyes, allowing herself to fall back and lay in the lush grass. She thought of Trunks and it made her smile, when she felt something cold and wet on her face. Opening her eyes and sitting up, it began to pour rain. The two boys had stopped playing, and flew over to her quickly.
"Come on Rina, mom will kill us if we don't come home." Said Gohan. She nodded and jumped into the air with them, flying off to the always worried Chi-Chi. Landing in front of their home Chi-Chi opened the door, beckoning for them to come in.
"Oh, Gohan, how could you stay out so long? Poor little Goten and Rina will surely get sick!" she said, giving Gohan a stern look.
"Come on mom.we're not little anymore! Come on we just turned 14 last week!" Goten pleaded.
"Yes you are! You shouldn't."
"Mom, we're fine." Rina interrupted. Just as Chi-Chi was about to say something back, there was a loud knock at the door.
"Now who in the world could that be?" she said instead.
"Who knows, someone stupid." Rina said while opening the door. "Trunks!" she shouted, pulling him in and shutting the door. He still looked miserable, tail hanging limp, and his head held low.
"Heya Trunks! What's up?" Goten asked, patting his best friend on the back, stopping quickly, Trunks' back was like concrete. "Ow, man."
"Yeah, hey Goten. It's cool." Not being as thick-headed as her brother, Rina could sense something was wrong. Trunks was always in a good mood, and was especially so when he was with Goten. She shook it off and began to head towards her room. "Rina, wait.Goten, I'll be right back." Trunks followed after her, the two walking into Goku's old training room. Rina began punching one of the dummies in the room, Trunks only stood and watched.
"Trunks, don't lie to me, what's wrong? You're not yourself today." She asked, stopping and turning to look at him, her big green eyes full of concern.
"Do you promise not to say a word? Not even to Gohan, and especially not Goten."
"Of course! Anything for you, please tell me." She replied.
"Okay." He explained it all, even the dream, to every possible detail. Rina could only nod and listen, she didn't even know her own father. She had only ever heard stories and seen pictures; he had died before she was born; only Gohan got to meet him. She knew how Trunks felt though, always wanting to make his father proud, and do anything for affection. She'd do anything to make Gohan proud, and she was fortunate for him to express that to her.
"Trunks.you went Super Saiyan? That's wonderful! I wish I could." She said while looking at her tail, then his. "I know your father can be hard on you, Trunks. But you are very strong, whether you think so or not. I mean come on, Goten pat your back and nearly broke his hand. I'm sure he's very proud of you, but Vegeta.he, he just doesn't like to show his emotions. For fear of weakness I suppose. Just, don't push yourself to hard Trunks; I don't want you to get hurt."
"Thank you Rina, I hope you're right." "You're welcome, remember, I'm always here for you. You're my best friend, I'll always help." She gave him a big hug, and then quickly backed out of it, not wanting to make him feel awkward. She really did care for him, and hoped he felt the same for her, but they were only friends; despite Gohan and Goten's teasing, and her mother's odd looks, they had always been friends.
"Rina, I." he began to say.
"Yeah Trunks?" He wanted to tell her, tell her how he felt about her, but then thought of his dad, and how if he found out how mad he would be.
"I, I have to go! Don't want to worry dad." As soon as he said it he knew she could tell it was a lie, but couldn't wait for her to say anything. He dashed out of the room and ran through the house, yelling goodbye to Goten, Gohan, and Chi-Chi. He ran out the door and into the rain. Immediately he went Super Saiyan, flying as quickly as he could to his own home.