Chapter 1
School.
"Everyone, board the bus! Come On, board the bus!" the teacher shouted, ushering the children on the bus
Goten and Trunks eagerly dashed aboard and took their respective seats. Goten unzipped his book bag and pulled out a large, thick book. Trunks frowned and sighed.
"What is this?" Trunks asked, bemusedly
Goten glanced at his friend and opened the giant book. Dust rose from the great book, the pages revealing an ancient text and pictures. Trunks rolled his eyes and sat back.
"Apocalyptic future, eh Goten?" Trunks asked, sighing, shaking his head
"Yes, and? We are going to an Egyptian museum after all" Goten replied defensively
Trunks raised his hand in defeat and shook his head, "No need to get all roused. I just can't figure out what the Apocalyptic Future tale has anything to do with you. Much less, how can you even read the language?"
Goten sighed and shook his head, "Don't worry about it Trunks. I'm just curious about what the Egyptians have to say about the world's future."
"Don't you mean, end?" Trunks murmured under his breath
Goten shot him an icy glare and snarled.
"Shut up! Geese Trunks, what's it matter to you anyhow!?" Goten cried, slamming the book shut
Trunks sighed and shook his head. He waited for their arrival.
Trunks and Goten walked casually side by side, peering at all the Egyptian wonders. Goten stopped at one particular warrior, his eyes locking with black sockets. Trunks turned, looking back at his friend and cocked his head in curiosity.
"Goten? Goten, what is it?" he asked, he too peering up at the warrior
"He's a Warrior of the Apocalypse.why is he here?" Goten's mouth formed a small O, a bead of sweat running from his forehead
Trunks gulped, shaking slightly from the demon's appearance. Suddenly, a hand lashed out, striking hard against Trunks jaw. The force lifted him up, throwing him into the wall behind him. Goten gasped and twisted, lashing out with a thundering fist-
-only to be backhanded hard against the head. Staggering from the blow, a blazing yellow aura enveloped the young Saiyan. Whipping around, a brutal fist smashed against his crossed forearms. Kicking his foot up, the warrior spun and clattered against the ground. Quickly rolling to his feet, the samurai clutched as his katana. Quickly, he swung, the blade passing through Goten; the image faded away.
"Hey! Metal head!" the indistinct voice hollered
Turning, its gleaming, blood red eyes widen. The crumbling kick smashed hard against its jaw, the helmet clattered the ground with a low thud. The soulless samurai fell apart, greenish-blue smoke rose from armor, dispersing quickly.
Goten dropped to the ground, his face blank of emotion. Standing, he glanced back at the slowly reviving Trunks. The burning yellow aura slowly died away, instead replaced by his distinct blue aura. Stepping before Trunks, he held his arm out, smiling.
"Hey, sorry about t." he was cut off as a brutal fist struck his side
A second samurai loomed over Trunks; his sword rose above his head, burning with golden energy. Trunks hissed and burst forth. The Samurai lurched backwards, his chest shattering as Trunks pulled through.
"Stupid thing!" his leg swung around, decapitating the warrior
Falling to his knees, he twisted and ducked, a fist zipping over his head. Trunks cried out, his body convulsing with energy. Thick strands of ki whirled around his hovering body. Throwing his arms forth, a golden column overtook the samurai, vaporizing him.
Goten appeared beside his friend; his hair a flaming, golden hue; body flaring with ki. Trunks groaned and burst into Super Saiyan form.
"How many of them are there!?" Trunks shouted, his uniform flapping against the wind
Goten hissed, glancing at the appearing samurai. Their swords still sheathed at their sides; unmoving. Behind the samurai, stood a single man. His long, shimmering white hair weaved in the wind. Goten grinned and powered down. Dropping to the floor, he crossed his arms and shook his head.
"Goten? What are you doing?" Trunks glanced up and grinned "I see."
A shimmering column of energy consumed the samurai, their bodies searing and braking apart. Kojin grinned, lowering his smoking hand. Goten and Trunks sighed, stepping forward.
"What the hell are they?" Goten asked, looking up to Kojin
"I don't know." he glanced down at the helmet as his feet "But I sure as the hell plan to find out."
School.
"Everyone, board the bus! Come On, board the bus!" the teacher shouted, ushering the children on the bus
Goten and Trunks eagerly dashed aboard and took their respective seats. Goten unzipped his book bag and pulled out a large, thick book. Trunks frowned and sighed.
"What is this?" Trunks asked, bemusedly
Goten glanced at his friend and opened the giant book. Dust rose from the great book, the pages revealing an ancient text and pictures. Trunks rolled his eyes and sat back.
"Apocalyptic future, eh Goten?" Trunks asked, sighing, shaking his head
"Yes, and? We are going to an Egyptian museum after all" Goten replied defensively
Trunks raised his hand in defeat and shook his head, "No need to get all roused. I just can't figure out what the Apocalyptic Future tale has anything to do with you. Much less, how can you even read the language?"
Goten sighed and shook his head, "Don't worry about it Trunks. I'm just curious about what the Egyptians have to say about the world's future."
"Don't you mean, end?" Trunks murmured under his breath
Goten shot him an icy glare and snarled.
"Shut up! Geese Trunks, what's it matter to you anyhow!?" Goten cried, slamming the book shut
Trunks sighed and shook his head. He waited for their arrival.
Trunks and Goten walked casually side by side, peering at all the Egyptian wonders. Goten stopped at one particular warrior, his eyes locking with black sockets. Trunks turned, looking back at his friend and cocked his head in curiosity.
"Goten? Goten, what is it?" he asked, he too peering up at the warrior
"He's a Warrior of the Apocalypse.why is he here?" Goten's mouth formed a small O, a bead of sweat running from his forehead
Trunks gulped, shaking slightly from the demon's appearance. Suddenly, a hand lashed out, striking hard against Trunks jaw. The force lifted him up, throwing him into the wall behind him. Goten gasped and twisted, lashing out with a thundering fist-
-only to be backhanded hard against the head. Staggering from the blow, a blazing yellow aura enveloped the young Saiyan. Whipping around, a brutal fist smashed against his crossed forearms. Kicking his foot up, the warrior spun and clattered against the ground. Quickly rolling to his feet, the samurai clutched as his katana. Quickly, he swung, the blade passing through Goten; the image faded away.
"Hey! Metal head!" the indistinct voice hollered
Turning, its gleaming, blood red eyes widen. The crumbling kick smashed hard against its jaw, the helmet clattered the ground with a low thud. The soulless samurai fell apart, greenish-blue smoke rose from armor, dispersing quickly.
Goten dropped to the ground, his face blank of emotion. Standing, he glanced back at the slowly reviving Trunks. The burning yellow aura slowly died away, instead replaced by his distinct blue aura. Stepping before Trunks, he held his arm out, smiling.
"Hey, sorry about t." he was cut off as a brutal fist struck his side
A second samurai loomed over Trunks; his sword rose above his head, burning with golden energy. Trunks hissed and burst forth. The Samurai lurched backwards, his chest shattering as Trunks pulled through.
"Stupid thing!" his leg swung around, decapitating the warrior
Falling to his knees, he twisted and ducked, a fist zipping over his head. Trunks cried out, his body convulsing with energy. Thick strands of ki whirled around his hovering body. Throwing his arms forth, a golden column overtook the samurai, vaporizing him.
Goten appeared beside his friend; his hair a flaming, golden hue; body flaring with ki. Trunks groaned and burst into Super Saiyan form.
"How many of them are there!?" Trunks shouted, his uniform flapping against the wind
Goten hissed, glancing at the appearing samurai. Their swords still sheathed at their sides; unmoving. Behind the samurai, stood a single man. His long, shimmering white hair weaved in the wind. Goten grinned and powered down. Dropping to the floor, he crossed his arms and shook his head.
"Goten? What are you doing?" Trunks glanced up and grinned "I see."
A shimmering column of energy consumed the samurai, their bodies searing and braking apart. Kojin grinned, lowering his smoking hand. Goten and Trunks sighed, stepping forward.
"What the hell are they?" Goten asked, looking up to Kojin
"I don't know." he glanced down at the helmet as his feet "But I sure as the hell plan to find out."