Authors Note: Sooooo here we go. New story...Yay! This is my take on the infamous three years. This is between Faith and Vegeta, kind of a continuation of 'Heated Arguments' but if you don't want to read those then you should be fine. I hope you like it. Constructive criticism is welcomed please no flames! As always Read and Review! Thank you sooooo much! On with the show! P.S. I own nothing!
"Be careful." She kissed him deeply before he took to the sky heading out to meet the other Z fighters to defeat Freiza and King Cold. Rubbing her arms against the cool breeze, she retreated back inside her home waiting for the prince to return safely.
Coming up to a remote area of the planet he felt the power signatures of the Earths defenders before he saw them. Landing on a taller rock he looked down at them. Folding his arms over his chest he smirked at their worried expressions.
"They should be here any minute now." The Namekian stated for all to hear looking to the west.
"You don't need to concern yourselves with Freiza. I'll take care of him and his father." Vegeta informed cocking his head up in an arrogant way. He watched as the weak Earthling, Yamcha, opened his mouth to say something, he was cut off by the warrior known as Tien.
"They're here!" He shouted the power levels they felt were unreal. It was so intense and heavy it thickened the very air they breathed. The immense space ship of the tyrant space lord broke through the cloud cover landing a few hundred yards away.
Vegetas smirk deepened. Blasting off for a closer look he stopped mid air when he sensed another high power level. Looking for its source he saw nothing. "It can't be Kakarot." He landed on another cliff face as the others followed.
Krillin stepped up beside him. "Where is that power level coming from Vegeta?" The short bald warrior asked a slight tremor in his voice.
He gave no answer or indication he had even heard the question. He was focused on pin pointing where the level originated from.
Freiza and his father, King Cold, exited the ship while the security team checked the surroundings for any threats.
The elder lord looked bored as he sipped his red wine. "Let's make this quick Freiza. This planet looks miserable. I couldn't fetch a good price even if its inhabitants were with the sale."
"Patients is a virtue father."
The king rolled his eyes and sighed draining his wine and bellowing for more.
"I'm afraid the only one making a quick departure will be you and you're monster of a son." A young man with light lavender hair slowly lowered himself to the ground. He glared at the two aliens, his hand gripping the hilt of the large sword on his back.
They chuckled. The men assigned to security detail made a wall of bodies between the strangers and their rulers.
The king scoffed again draining his refreshed cup. "Run along and play. We don't –"
There was a flash of movement; the young man was now behind all the low class warriors with his sword pointed towards the ground. The men were all standing there as the man stood they collapsed into bleeding lifeless heaps. Drawing his sword up, he pointed the bloody end at the heartless prince. "Last chance. Leave or die." He leveled the end of his bloody sword with the ½ organic tyrants' nose.
He chuckled pushing the offending weapon out of his face slightly. "Are you threatening me boy?!"
"Freiza..." His father began."Just destroy him, blow up this sad excuse for a planet so we can be on our way…..I have places to be you know."
"NO!" He hollered. "Father please! Shut up! I've waited a long time to get revenge on that monkey and his planet. I want to savor the moment!" He took a few deep breathes recovering from his un- princely outburst. "I will deal with this weakling then take my revenge."
The stranger smirked, "Weakling?"
"Who the hell is this kid?" Yamcha asked as they watched this new comer face off with an alien that almost killed Goku, Gohan, Krillin and Piccolo.
Krillin tightened his grip on the rock he was looking over shaking slightly. "Yeah, he went through those guards like they were nothing."
Gohan smiled. He didn't know who he was but he could tell he was on their side.
"Quite." Piccolo snapped.
Vegeta watched warily of the child's movements. 'Who is he?'
"I'll give you five seconds to get lost and never come back." He crouched into a defensive position. "Last chance."
Freiza smirked and formed a small but powerful Ki ball that would kill and normal human, or a warrior who just wasn't ready. Sensing the immense power, he raised his own until a golden light enveloped him as he went Super Saiyin.
Fear was present in his eyes. Flashbacks of Goku on Namek flashed. His energy ball dissipated as he shook. "No," he whispered. "Super Saiyins are nothing but legend."
The silent king now looked on with mild interest. His wine bottle in one hand filing up his glass again.
He smirked. "If I'm legend, then you should be very afraid."
Gohan and Krillin jumped for joy. A Super Saiyin! He could defeat the two invaders.
Vegeta stood in shock, 'NO! I'm supposed to be the Super Saiyin! It's my destiny. Besides he'd have to be Saiyin in order to ascend to the next power level and the only ones left are Myself, Kakarot and his brat. It doesn't make sense!" He watched the events unfold before his eyes. "Who is he?"
"Times up." He poised to strike.
Freiza shot into the air blasting away furiously making every one shield their eyes. After what seemed like eternity, he lowered himself back to the Earth breathing heavily waiting for the dust to settle and see the lifeless body in the crater his power made. The smirk on his face was replaced by one of pure terror; the kid had somehow managed to dodge every blast.
"My turn." He flung himself at his enemy, his movements were difficult to follow, one moment he was in front of him the next he was behind him holding his sword down across his body.
No one dared to breathe.
The self proclaimed Lord of the Universe slid apart into three pieces. He was no more than metal and organic scraps.
A shattering of glass indicated the Kings extreme displeasure. The red wine saturated the earth as his glass was crushed in his hand. "Wha, my … my son…" He narrowed his eyes. "You will pay." He growled through clenched teeth. Charging up for an attack, he never got to unleash, this head was sliced cleanly from his neck by the same sword that had slain his son.
"Did you see that?!" Tien stood agape trying to comprehend what he had just witnessed.
Piccolo crossed his arms, "Yeah." He looked to Vegeta who was just as freaked out as the rest of them. When he found he was being stared at he regained his composure and looked unimpressed.
They watched him clean his sword with the cape of the fallen king. He returned his sword to his scabbard and flew to where the stunned warriors were hidden watching the fight.
"Hey guys." He greeted cautiously landing a few feet away letting them decide if he was a threat. He checked his wrist watch before looking at Gohan. "Come on, Goku should be landing in about two hours."
"What?! My Dad!"
He nodded.
Vegeta landed a few steps away from the group. "How do you know Kakarot?" He demanded.
He only looked at the Prince of Saiyins. "Follow me. He'll be landing just a few miles east of here." He blasted off.
Krillin and Gohan looked to Piccolo, the Namekian nodded once and they all took off. Tien and Yamcha soon followed then last but not least Vegeta brought up the rear.
Two hours later they were all looking to the sky for any sign of their friend or his ship.
"It's been two hours boy. Where is he?" Vegeta sneered.
"There." Piccolo hollered.
A space pod crashed to the Earth violently leaving a deep scorched crater. Everyone ran over to the edge of the hole and waited with baited breath for their companion to emerge.
The door opened, a puff of pressurized air hissed out, the missing warrior emerged. Tears sprung to his sons eyes. "Daddy!"
His head snapped up behind him. "Gohan!" He levitated up to the crowed and embraced his son tightly. "Hey kiddo." He set him back down looking around at all of his friends finding a new face. "What are you guys doing here? Where's Freiza? He sped up when he sensed my power. He had about two hours on me. My pod wasn't fast enough to catch up with him."
"They're gone." Yamcha smiled shaking his hand.
"What?! How!?"
"This kid here." Krillin jerked his thumb indicating the new young face.
"Goku. I'll explain everything but we need to speak privately."
Sensing the seriousness rolling off the young man in waves he nodded and followed him across the crater.
"I guess I should be thanking you. I thought I would be too late." He chuckled trying to ease the tension.
"No thanks needed. That was the easy part."
He stared blankly, "EASY!?"
"Yes, look Goku, my name is Trunks and I'm from the future."
"Really?"
"Yes, I've come with a warning. In my time all of the Z fighters here are dead. The only one that survived the massacre was my Master Gohan. Your son. Exactly 3 years from today two androids will be unleashed on the world by Dr. Gero, creator of the Red Ribbon Army."
"Androids?"
"Yes two of the most dangerous and efficient killing machines ever created. They destroyed my world. A few of us live in small groups underground. My mother and a few others were able to pull together enough supplies to create a time machine to come back and help change the fate of the world."
His fists clenched. "Androids, Gah! How….how do I die. Is it in the beginning?"
He shook his head. "In my time you never actually got to fight. You contracted a deadly heart virus. You'll start hearing about it in the next couple of weeks." He pulled out a small non- descript vile from his jacket pocket and tossed hit to him. "This is the antidote. It doesn't yet exist in this time but in mine it's cured just as easily as the flu. Or…it was. Take this and you'll live. We stand a lot better chance of defeating these monsters if you're alive."
"Man, to be taken out by a bum ticker….what a rip off." He pocketed the medicine.
He smirked at the eager warrior. "My mother was right. You are one of a kind. I just hope this is enough to save your world."
"You're mom…so to build a time machine she must be pretty smart. Do I know here?"
A light blush crept into his face. "It's Bulma."
He fell over. "BULMAS YOUR MOM!?" He laughed. "Who's your father?"
He pointed. "He's standing over there."
Laughing really hard he tried t speak between breaths. "Vegeta!" He calmed after a bit and stood. "Man, really? Vegeta and Bulma…Who would have thunk."
"I'll be born a few months before the androids are released."
"Really? Those two?" He still couldn't comprehend the two opposite people creating life together.
The child blushed. "Yeah, a heat of the moment kind of thing I guess." Scratching the back of his head nervously hoping for a change in subject.
"Wow."
"You can't tell them or else I might not be born." He warned.
"Sure. No problem." He shook his head with a goofy grin. Sobering up and turning serious he glanced at the onlookers, noticing the woman he claimed to be his mother had joined their group, were still clueless as to what was coming for them all in three years. "I think we should tell the others." They returned to the group landing in front of them, they all had eager and curious expressions. . Well, except Piccolo.
"So, how much of that did you hear?" He asked.
He smirked knowingly. "All of it, but that last part doesn't concern me. "
Piccolo and Goku informed them of what was to become of their future at this moment, in hopes of changing the bleak outlook of their futures.
"So now we train. Three years is a short time given what were supposed to be going up against." The scared warrior summed up.
Vegeta Humphed.
"Gohan and I will train at the house. I have a few new moves." He winked at his son.
Tien punched his fist into his hand. "I'm going to go grab Chiao tsu and head back to the mountains." Nodding to each other the three eyed man took off.
"I'll train at Bulma's." The ex desert bandit slid his arm around her shoulders. She stared at the young man.
"What's your name?"
"Uh. Trunks." He looked at her noticing how different she was in this time. Short shorts, tight top and sneakers, it was a far cry from the woman he had just left in the future.
She smiled warmly at him. "Well, if you need a place to stay we have plenty of room at Capsule Corp."
"Thank you. "
His father's voice broke his concentration. "Well, if that's all," He stood.
"Wait." He pulled out a fat envelope from one of the pockets of his jeans. "This is for you, only you."
He looked at it then back to the boy. "I don't need an invite for your birthday party. Now run along I have training to do." He got ready to take off.
He pegged him with a hard look. "Look, I don't know what is in here. I was told that this could possibly save someone's life. I don't know how but it was impressed on me that it is imperative that you read this." He pressed it to his chest making the Saiyin take it before he blasted off.
"Hey Piccolo, want to train with me and Gohan?"
"Sure," he smirked. "Why not."
Bulma followed her beau and Trunks back to CC in the capsule plane.
"Krillin?" The youngest Saiyin asked. "Do you want to train with us?"
"Nah, I think I'm going to stick with Master Roshi. He's old and crazy but the man knows his stuff." He smiled. He pounded fists with his childhood friend. "Train hard."
Everyone headed their separate ways to train the best way they knew how.