The usual disclaimer: I don't own DragonBall Z or anything related.
Well, if you are following from "All Alone" or "Free to Fight" or even both, Welcome Back! Glad to have you and I hope Section Three pleases you as much as your previous reads, you can skip the intro, 'cause you know what's going on and really want to know what happens to Trunks.
If you're new to this AU, then here's the quick pre-read info. And don't worry, you don't have to read the previous two stories (although I'd love it if you did) but this story is designed to be a stand alone as well.
Trunks spent six months training with Goku instead of going back to the future immediately. Bulma had borrowed the time machine for modifications and after the six months decided to take matters into her own hands and went to the future. Little did she know, there was a certain Saiyan Prince that went with her on her little trip.
Simply said, the two stubborn, younguns fell in love and Future Bulma went to fight the androids on her own. Vegeta rushed off to save her, failed, and as she died transformed for the first time into a Super Saiyan and defeated Cell.
So, now we return to Trunks, who hasn't heard anything of Bulma for six months.
Enjoy!
Learn to live…
The sweet, fall breeze ruffled the light lilac strands of hair resting on the young man's forehead as he studied the periwinkle skies.
That's what I need to do, Trunks thought to himself. I need to learn to live again.
The changing leaves of the deciduous trees nearby rustled peacefully as the cars of West City rushed by, their owners in one such hurry or another. And here he stood on the Capsule Corps lawn, with absolutely nothing he could do.
Some part of Trunks wished that he could be one of them, worried simply by the troubles of making ends meet. He almost wished that he didn't ever again have to fear for his life…or the lives of his loved ones…
Trunks' purple eyebrows lowered, created a frown upon his physiognomy.
It was time to face the facts. It had almost been twelve whole hours since his young mother had stolen his time machine and raced forward into a future mortally dangerous even to a Super Saiyan. There was no guarantee that she would ever return. For all Trunks knew, she was dead already.
He shook his lavender hair vigorously. Goku hated it when he thought like that. It didn't help anything to speculate pessimistically. What would be would be.
Yet, he could have sworn he heard his mother's voice call his name not too long ago. Trunks…
In fact, it had been that mental call that had woke him up in the early hours of the dawn this morning. That was the reason he stood out here, in nothing but a black tank top and some jeans he had received while at the Son's house.
Some would say it was pointless to wait out here, staring at the skies as if what he wanted would appear simply if he managed to concentrate on it hard enough. But Trunks did not care. He could feel that this particular vigil would not be fruitless.
The words, They're coming. They're coming, kept repeating themselves in Trunks' mind. And though he didn't know who "they" were, he stood his ground, barely acknowledging as Goku wordlessly took his place beside his friend in the late morning sunlight.