A New Dawn
By Ryu Kifujin
Author's note: Ok this is one of my very first fanifics, so take it easy. I have a feeling that Trunks was younger when his father died, but for the sake of the story he is old enough to explain the story through his eyes. Oh, and if you have not figured it out it is Future Trunks I am talking about here.
The air in the morning was the best to smell. It was the only time of day that it didn't smell of rotting flesh and blood. I wiped my hands on my pants quickly, so as when my mother came she would not see the dirt and dried blood. For a child my mother said I had hard hands with thick skin, but I would not know, because I have never met another child my age, four that is. My mother also said I was smart for my age, but in this world I guess you have to be. Only the strong and cunning survive.
I hear my mother before she comes in sight. She is walking down the stairs now. I promised my mother I would go with her today, event though I never new the man. She comes out of the door and looks into the dawn as I am. It is a simple luxury to take time and "smell the roses" as she would have said, but what are roses? She told me of them in stories before I went to sleep and of this wonderful fancy world of before the androids. Where the ground was not red stained and peace was more common than war. Such silly things she comes up with! Who ever heard of a world at peace?
I sense my father near by. Whether he likes to or not I can sense him, though all my life he seems to ignore the fact. He spends less time at home everyday determined to best the androids, but every night I sense him come home and watch over mother and I. He is here now to go with us, though he shows himself not. Something warm touches my shoulder and I look up into the blue eyes of my mother. She has been spending too much time working on this new invention of hers, a time something she called it, for sacks under her pretty eyes have formed. Her blue hair was tied neatly back in a black mourning ribbon. She seems to have to wear them more and more often.
She takes my hand and we climb the hill together. I remembered the hill when we buried him here. He was the one we were going to see today too. I had heard the many stories of his heroic deeds and such and how he fought for our freedom. Freedom, I wonder sometimes what it means. My mother says I have never seen true freedom, for I was born into the world with the androids, but when they are beat I will see what it is truly like. I really do want to see.
Mother stumbles on the well-beaten path as we climb higher. It is not a hard climb physically, but it is mentally tough on my mother. She is trying to climb and cry at the same time, and we are not event to the top yet. She cries like this all the time; from the loss of water you would think she would be as dry as the lakebeds that are so common now. This is at lest not her worst crying that I have seen. The worst had been when we first climbed the hill. Gohan-san had to carry her, and I had to help his own poor mother. Vegeta, my father, would more than likely have helped her, but he was busy himself. My father would not let anyone help him carry Goku-san's body up the hill he insisted on doing it himself. He said that he not died much like a warrior should, but instead had to fight off a tiny bug. How like my father to say such! It made my mother and Chi-chi-san cry only louder.
Voices echo from the top of the hill. I hear that the others are here. As I drag my mother up the hill, Gohan-san runs forward to help us. Gohan-san had always been there for us. When his own father died he had to do twice as much, but when my mother was sick or needed something he was the first person to talk to. As he takes my mother's shoulder I stop and think of how I want to be like him, helping, polite, and a good fighter. I wonder if he would take the time to teach me. Father had trained me some, but I was not really old enough to be very good. I guess he decided he would try again when I was older, but I think Gohan-san would have the patience for me.
Chi-chi-san and my mother are standing side by side. They enjoy each other's company very much, event if they don't say much to each other. Gohan-san pulls out the clean smooth stone that he himself made. Goku-san never had a real headstone, so Gohan-san had made one for him. We had come to say our respects and place the stone at the head of his grave. Everyone was here today, Kulilin-san, Yamcha-san, Tenshinhad-san, Chaozu-san, and I event felt Piccolo-san near by. My father lingered and then landed to watch. Gohan-san leaned over to place the stone on the grave of our fallen warrior.
Suddenly Gohan-san shook for a moment, and then dropped the stone screaming. He grabbed at his arm. Or as everyone just noticed, were his arm used to be. The blood was so bad that my mother fainted and fell, on Chi-chi-san. Chaos erupted as the two loathed androids laughed and floated not far away. Anger erupted inside me. How dare they hurt us like this! We never did anything to them! My mother's heart was already hurting and now they come to us for more. They had been playing with us for a long time. Hurting us by destroying our homes when they found one and poking at us unfairly. Where was our hero when we needed him most!
I saw gold around me for a moment, but so surprised was I that I fell back on my butt and it faded. Mud covered my pants now, but I still wanted to fight, but I could do nothing. Oh how I hated to be helpless! I watched as the all the warriors fought together, but Gohan-san who was trying to stop the bleeding were his arm once was. I turn my head to the sky to see the battle, it was a glob of fighters blurring together, but I could pick out the sounds of flesh on flesh and bone cracking hits. Our bones. We were not doing so well. Stray ki blasts flew every which way. And every time a warrior fell to the ground they got up again and joined back in. Most of it seemed to stay in the air; though the ground was torn by the after shocks.
Something hit me from behind. Whether it was a ki blast or a physical punch I could not know, but then all I saw was black.
It seemed like minutes later that I woke up. The mud had dried on me, but now there was blood there too. Who's, I will never know. Every bone in body ached and it hurt to move at all. I was at the very bottom of the hill and in another large puddle of mud. My mother was not too far from me. She lay unconscious on top of Chi-chi-san, who also seems unaware of anything. They looked all right from here. The smell of fresh blood lingered in the air along with death. It was dense and made me cough. Blood smeared down my cheeks with sweat as I ran up the hill despite my screaming bones. It had to be late afternoon by now and not a sound could be heard, and I feared the worsted, for I could sense no one.
I fell many times on my way up the hill. Scraping, skinning, and ripping my clothes, but to no advil to go faster. The farther up I went the more blood and filth filled my nose. When I reached the top nothing anyone could have told me could have prepared me for what I saw.
I paused unable to comprehend. Bodies, all of which were of my good friends. Blood covered every one of them, and not one looked alive. Wait....Gohan-san is over in the corner. He maybe alive. I hoped for him as I run to his side. I shook him and he too was unconscious, probably from the blood loss. He was going to have a nasty scar there on....err....were his arm used to be. I left his sided to look at the others. There was not much of Kulilin-san left other than his torso. Tenshinhad-san lay battered pretty well, and he would only have two eyes now if had been alive. Yamcha-san was rolled over and I rushed over to see if he was alive. I grabbed his large shoulder and pulled him over and screamed for the first time that day. There his face was completely torn off. A ki blast must have hit him right in the face blowing all the skin and some parts of the skull away. The nastiness and senselessness of it all blew me away.
The wind blew at me too. It pushed my mud and blood matted hair about. I looked next for Piccolo-san who I really hoped was alive for the dragon balls sake. He was not; it was obvious when you saw him. He had arms laying about him. He had to have regenerated most of them, only to be cut off once more it was the same with his legs, but then there was only one head, which was not, to say the lest, on it's body. Turning away with no hope I forget about the white one, Chaozu-san. He was near Tenshinhad-san, of course. His clothing was in no better shape than the rest; but then again having no insides does not help much here. It was if they had been sucked out of him and then spread on the ground. There was only one-person left I could think of now. My father.
He was alone at the edge of the hill. He was a bloody mess, literally. Where all the blood had come from I could not find. He had all his limbs, but minus some hair. His left arm was broken, but nothing seemed to have killed them. He was dead though. You could see the emptiness in his eyes that I had seen so many times that it no longer bothered me, but this was my father, a proud man. I was ashamed to be his son sometimes by the fact I had no pride in really anything I did. Here I vow that I will from now on have pride in everything I do, for the sake of my father, who I never really knew. I will kill those androids for what they have done and stop them, I swear. As I stood from my father I saw what had killed him. In the mass of clothing so mangled in blood I failed to notice the hole in my father's chest where his heart would have been. It had been ripped from him as he from us.
I spent my evening on the hill. I dug all the graves with my bare hands. Mother and Chi-chi-san lay safe in the house on an extra bed, and Gohan-san was is the regeneration tank that mother taught me how to use, it was too late for his arm though. I also took the broken stone that was for Goku-san and lay it by his grave. Goku-san was getting some people he new in heaven really soon. Water ran from my eyes. But it was our loss for his gain. My father was next to him, and with all of his other friends to his other side. The dirt mounds were fresh and would need extra dirt later when it sank some, but that was all I could now. I prayed that I too would be as brave as they would have been when my death came, and lastly I prayed that they would rest in peace.
It was dawn when I finally left the hill. I was no longer four years old. I felt a lot older. It was a new feeling for me...a new dawn.
The end...or is the beginning?
By Ryu Kifujin
Author's note: Ok this is one of my very first fanifics, so take it easy. I have a feeling that Trunks was younger when his father died, but for the sake of the story he is old enough to explain the story through his eyes. Oh, and if you have not figured it out it is Future Trunks I am talking about here.
The air in the morning was the best to smell. It was the only time of day that it didn't smell of rotting flesh and blood. I wiped my hands on my pants quickly, so as when my mother came she would not see the dirt and dried blood. For a child my mother said I had hard hands with thick skin, but I would not know, because I have never met another child my age, four that is. My mother also said I was smart for my age, but in this world I guess you have to be. Only the strong and cunning survive.
I hear my mother before she comes in sight. She is walking down the stairs now. I promised my mother I would go with her today, event though I never new the man. She comes out of the door and looks into the dawn as I am. It is a simple luxury to take time and "smell the roses" as she would have said, but what are roses? She told me of them in stories before I went to sleep and of this wonderful fancy world of before the androids. Where the ground was not red stained and peace was more common than war. Such silly things she comes up with! Who ever heard of a world at peace?
I sense my father near by. Whether he likes to or not I can sense him, though all my life he seems to ignore the fact. He spends less time at home everyday determined to best the androids, but every night I sense him come home and watch over mother and I. He is here now to go with us, though he shows himself not. Something warm touches my shoulder and I look up into the blue eyes of my mother. She has been spending too much time working on this new invention of hers, a time something she called it, for sacks under her pretty eyes have formed. Her blue hair was tied neatly back in a black mourning ribbon. She seems to have to wear them more and more often.
She takes my hand and we climb the hill together. I remembered the hill when we buried him here. He was the one we were going to see today too. I had heard the many stories of his heroic deeds and such and how he fought for our freedom. Freedom, I wonder sometimes what it means. My mother says I have never seen true freedom, for I was born into the world with the androids, but when they are beat I will see what it is truly like. I really do want to see.
Mother stumbles on the well-beaten path as we climb higher. It is not a hard climb physically, but it is mentally tough on my mother. She is trying to climb and cry at the same time, and we are not event to the top yet. She cries like this all the time; from the loss of water you would think she would be as dry as the lakebeds that are so common now. This is at lest not her worst crying that I have seen. The worst had been when we first climbed the hill. Gohan-san had to carry her, and I had to help his own poor mother. Vegeta, my father, would more than likely have helped her, but he was busy himself. My father would not let anyone help him carry Goku-san's body up the hill he insisted on doing it himself. He said that he not died much like a warrior should, but instead had to fight off a tiny bug. How like my father to say such! It made my mother and Chi-chi-san cry only louder.
Voices echo from the top of the hill. I hear that the others are here. As I drag my mother up the hill, Gohan-san runs forward to help us. Gohan-san had always been there for us. When his own father died he had to do twice as much, but when my mother was sick or needed something he was the first person to talk to. As he takes my mother's shoulder I stop and think of how I want to be like him, helping, polite, and a good fighter. I wonder if he would take the time to teach me. Father had trained me some, but I was not really old enough to be very good. I guess he decided he would try again when I was older, but I think Gohan-san would have the patience for me.
Chi-chi-san and my mother are standing side by side. They enjoy each other's company very much, event if they don't say much to each other. Gohan-san pulls out the clean smooth stone that he himself made. Goku-san never had a real headstone, so Gohan-san had made one for him. We had come to say our respects and place the stone at the head of his grave. Everyone was here today, Kulilin-san, Yamcha-san, Tenshinhad-san, Chaozu-san, and I event felt Piccolo-san near by. My father lingered and then landed to watch. Gohan-san leaned over to place the stone on the grave of our fallen warrior.
Suddenly Gohan-san shook for a moment, and then dropped the stone screaming. He grabbed at his arm. Or as everyone just noticed, were his arm used to be. The blood was so bad that my mother fainted and fell, on Chi-chi-san. Chaos erupted as the two loathed androids laughed and floated not far away. Anger erupted inside me. How dare they hurt us like this! We never did anything to them! My mother's heart was already hurting and now they come to us for more. They had been playing with us for a long time. Hurting us by destroying our homes when they found one and poking at us unfairly. Where was our hero when we needed him most!
I saw gold around me for a moment, but so surprised was I that I fell back on my butt and it faded. Mud covered my pants now, but I still wanted to fight, but I could do nothing. Oh how I hated to be helpless! I watched as the all the warriors fought together, but Gohan-san who was trying to stop the bleeding were his arm once was. I turn my head to the sky to see the battle, it was a glob of fighters blurring together, but I could pick out the sounds of flesh on flesh and bone cracking hits. Our bones. We were not doing so well. Stray ki blasts flew every which way. And every time a warrior fell to the ground they got up again and joined back in. Most of it seemed to stay in the air; though the ground was torn by the after shocks.
Something hit me from behind. Whether it was a ki blast or a physical punch I could not know, but then all I saw was black.
It seemed like minutes later that I woke up. The mud had dried on me, but now there was blood there too. Who's, I will never know. Every bone in body ached and it hurt to move at all. I was at the very bottom of the hill and in another large puddle of mud. My mother was not too far from me. She lay unconscious on top of Chi-chi-san, who also seems unaware of anything. They looked all right from here. The smell of fresh blood lingered in the air along with death. It was dense and made me cough. Blood smeared down my cheeks with sweat as I ran up the hill despite my screaming bones. It had to be late afternoon by now and not a sound could be heard, and I feared the worsted, for I could sense no one.
I fell many times on my way up the hill. Scraping, skinning, and ripping my clothes, but to no advil to go faster. The farther up I went the more blood and filth filled my nose. When I reached the top nothing anyone could have told me could have prepared me for what I saw.
I paused unable to comprehend. Bodies, all of which were of my good friends. Blood covered every one of them, and not one looked alive. Wait....Gohan-san is over in the corner. He maybe alive. I hoped for him as I run to his side. I shook him and he too was unconscious, probably from the blood loss. He was going to have a nasty scar there on....err....were his arm used to be. I left his sided to look at the others. There was not much of Kulilin-san left other than his torso. Tenshinhad-san lay battered pretty well, and he would only have two eyes now if had been alive. Yamcha-san was rolled over and I rushed over to see if he was alive. I grabbed his large shoulder and pulled him over and screamed for the first time that day. There his face was completely torn off. A ki blast must have hit him right in the face blowing all the skin and some parts of the skull away. The nastiness and senselessness of it all blew me away.
The wind blew at me too. It pushed my mud and blood matted hair about. I looked next for Piccolo-san who I really hoped was alive for the dragon balls sake. He was not; it was obvious when you saw him. He had arms laying about him. He had to have regenerated most of them, only to be cut off once more it was the same with his legs, but then there was only one head, which was not, to say the lest, on it's body. Turning away with no hope I forget about the white one, Chaozu-san. He was near Tenshinhad-san, of course. His clothing was in no better shape than the rest; but then again having no insides does not help much here. It was if they had been sucked out of him and then spread on the ground. There was only one-person left I could think of now. My father.
He was alone at the edge of the hill. He was a bloody mess, literally. Where all the blood had come from I could not find. He had all his limbs, but minus some hair. His left arm was broken, but nothing seemed to have killed them. He was dead though. You could see the emptiness in his eyes that I had seen so many times that it no longer bothered me, but this was my father, a proud man. I was ashamed to be his son sometimes by the fact I had no pride in really anything I did. Here I vow that I will from now on have pride in everything I do, for the sake of my father, who I never really knew. I will kill those androids for what they have done and stop them, I swear. As I stood from my father I saw what had killed him. In the mass of clothing so mangled in blood I failed to notice the hole in my father's chest where his heart would have been. It had been ripped from him as he from us.
I spent my evening on the hill. I dug all the graves with my bare hands. Mother and Chi-chi-san lay safe in the house on an extra bed, and Gohan-san was is the regeneration tank that mother taught me how to use, it was too late for his arm though. I also took the broken stone that was for Goku-san and lay it by his grave. Goku-san was getting some people he new in heaven really soon. Water ran from my eyes. But it was our loss for his gain. My father was next to him, and with all of his other friends to his other side. The dirt mounds were fresh and would need extra dirt later when it sank some, but that was all I could now. I prayed that I too would be as brave as they would have been when my death came, and lastly I prayed that they would rest in peace.
It was dawn when I finally left the hill. I was no longer four years old. I felt a lot older. It was a new feeling for me...a new dawn.
The end...or is the beginning?