Don't own Dragonball Z, wish I owned future Trunks though.
Yes, another DBZ story! I hope I'm at least a little original. I actually wrote this about 2-3 years ago, and found it today when I was looking for some disks to take to school with me, so this is not really my best writing ever. Tell me what you think, maybe I'll write more!
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Do you hate him
Because he's pieces of you?
-Jewel, Pieces of You
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A dark veil of gloomy clouds blanketed the sky, threatening to spill their icy waters onto the earth at any moment. Gusts of wind whipped through the trees, their branches clawing at the air almost desperately. Thunder roared and lightning flashed, finishing off the haunted look that encased this part of the planet.
Despite all this, he couldn't be happier.
He licked his lips in anticipation, finally having the chance to live out his life the way it was meant to be. No one would stand in his way; not now or ever again.
He grinned, showing his row of perfect white teeth, touched two fingers to his brow, and was suddenly gone.
Lightning flashed again, and the waters fell from the sky.
***
"I can't believe you did that."
No response.
"Trunks, your mom's gonna kill you if she finds out you ditched work again. And she will find out, she always does."
Still no response.
"Dammit Trunks, quit ignoring me-" *ring ring* "Um, hold on a minute." Goten clicked on his cell phone, forgetting his conversation with Trunks for the moment as he heard his current girlfriend's voice.
Trunks rolled his eyes and slowed down his flight to match Goten's speed, the wind making it to difficult for him to hear what the person who'd called was saying.
He sighed, remembering the mountains of paperwork that had occupied his "in" box, and the crumpled up candy wrapped that occupied his "out" box. He just didn't understand how on earth his mother had been able to handle the company for all those years, and still manage to keep a social life at the same time.
The mysteries of the universe…
"Okay, see ya tonight then, bye!" Goten hit the off button on his phone, then tucked it back into his pocket, "What was I saying? Oh yeah!" He paused, looking thoughtfully at his best friend, "Don't you think you're a little old to still be doing this sort of thing?"
"Aw, what do you know? You don't even have a job Goten!"
"Well, I did have a job, and I know I never would've ditched it like you do."
"Wasn't that how you got fired in the first place?" Goten face-faulted and Trunks smirked while his friend tried to compose himself.
"I, uh, was late a couple times, that's all! It's just that nobody believed me."
"Right Goten, whatever you say." He laughed as his friend's face turned red and sped up, leaving him there, gaping like a fish.
Trunks shot up through the clouds, a huge grin still plastered to his face. Cold air stung his face and the air was beginning to get a little too thin to be safe, but he didn't care. Being in his office for too long had always made him cranky, and he hadn't left the endless piles of paperwork to enjoy himself in at least a couple of months.
Just as he was beginning to enjoy himself, and as he listened to Goten's protests to slow down from behind, Trunks came within an inch of being incinerated by something bright, hot, and red.
"Nani! What the hell was that?!" He cursed, looking around franticly. Goten was beside him a second later, looking just as scared. That ki blast had nearly taken his friend's head off, and they couldn't even see the guy who'd thrown it.
Goten and Trunks were back to back now, their eyes still darting everywhere, but they could see nothing.
"You…" The voice came from all around, promising many unpleasant things to whomever it was directed towards.
The two men blinked at the creature that was suddenly just…there. His angled, ice colored eyes bore down upon them with the intent to kill shining clearly in their depths. Trunks gulped nervously, the pure rage and intensity in those eyes scaring him like few other things had been able to do. The man--creature--whatever he was, bared his perfect white teeth in a snarl, his eyes blazing with furry.
"You…" He growled again, clenching and unclenching him fists, "No matter what I do, you're always there! You've ruined my plans for the last time kisama!"
"What the hell are you talking about?! I've never seen you before in my life!" Trunks shouted back, anger mixing with his still present fear. The creature didn't respond; Trunks didn't even think that he'd heard him. All that he was able to register in him mind at that moment was the sudden, but not unfamiliar red light filling his vision, Goten screaming his name, then the nothingness that surrounded and consumed him.
***
"Trunks!" Goten caught his friends charred body in his arms, falling a few feet due to his weight. Desperately, he felt his neck for a pulse and his face for any sign of life, and breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the steady beating of his heart beneath his fingertips.
Now that he was sure that his friend would make it through the day, his mind turned to more important matters, like the very big, and very angry, guy still hovering in front of them.
*Dammit, I can't fight him alone if he was able to take Trunks out that easily! I've got to get out of here, now!* He clenched his teeth in frustration for not being able to do anything, and shot off as fast as he possibly could, hoping to outrun the guy until he could find some help.
He cursed as he felt the thing's ki begin to approach them at an alarming rate. Figuring that he couldn't outrun him, Goten lowered his ki as low as he possibly could and hid in the thick forest below them. Clutching his older friend's body to him protectively, Goten held his breath, feeling as if the slightest sound would give them away.
After what felt like an eternity and a few seconds all at once, the thing approached where they were hiding, and kept going without the slightest hesitation.
Goten sighed in relief once he was sure that he wasn't coming back, and shifted his hold on Trunks as his friend began to stir.
"Are you okay?"
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The first thing he did when he managed to grasp some part of conciseness was open his eyes, which turned out to be a big mistake; it was way too bright for this time of day. Vaguely, he heard someone saying his name, and it took a moment before the ringing in his ears stopped and he could understand what he was hearing.
"Are you okay?" It was Goten, his high voice full of concern.
"Spectacular." Trunks groaned sarcastically, allowing himself to let go of Goten and stand on his own. His vision tilted, and he almost lost the contents of his stomach before he managed to grab hold of his friend again.
"Dammit, what the hell hit me?"
"I don't know, some big ugly thing that came at us from nowhere! I got away from there before it could do to me what it did to you, though, so we never got around to introductions."
Finally, Trunks was able to stand on his own. He really hadn't been hurt that badly, but had just been surprised by the attack. He'd probably be sore for a few days, but that was it.
"We'd better get home and let your dad know what's up, can you fly?" Trunks nodded, and carefully floated upwards. Goten stayed close to his side glancing at him worriedly as the two saiya-jins flew off into the horizon.
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Trunks sighed against the cooling relief of the icepack as he pressed it against the side of his face, where a painful looking bruise was already starting to form. He frowned, embarrassed that he'd gotten hurt so easily. His father didn't bother to hide the fact that he wasn't feeling too proud of him either, with didn't help to improve his mood either.
"This guy didn't happen to say who he was by any chance, did he?" Gohan asked. Trunks had to thank whoever was listening at the moment that Goten's older brother had decided to show up, being that he was a lot calmer when it came to almost anything than both of his parents were combined.
"No. After he blew Trunks out of the sky, I just tried to get the both of us out of there as fast as I could." Goten said, not noticing as his friend winced in humiliation.
"Well, what'd he look like then?" Gohan tried again when Goten didn't continue any further on his own.
"Well, ugly would sum it up quite nicely." Trunks butted in.
"Yeah, ugly. Big too, and he kinda looked like a frog or a lizard, or something along those lines. Also, now that I think about it, I couldn't feel his ki until he was right up to us and he attacked. We shouldn't have been surprised to easily." Goten added.
"What was really strange, though," Trunks said, "was that he acted like he knew me or something. But I've never seen him, or anything that even looked like him, for that matter, in my entire life. "You've ruined my plans for the last time" was what he said. Strange, huh?" He paused, waiting for an answer, but cracked an eye open when it became deathly quiet all of a sudden. He was surprised to see a wide-eyed and ghostly pale Gohan staring right at him.
"Oniisan? Is something the matter?" Goten asked, a frown creasing his usually cheerful face. Gohan swallowed hard, regaining his composure even though the haunted look in his eyes still remained.
"It's nothing, don't worry about it." He answered a little too quickly.
"Um, alright. If you say so." Goten said, a little unsure of his brother's strange behavior but decided to let it drop for now.
"Well, as much as I hate to admit it, I've got a lot of work I need to get done." Trunks grimaced as he pushed himself into a standing position, still holding the ice pack to his face.
"The world must really be ending, if you're actually going back to work willingly!"
"Shut up." Goten laughed to himself as he watched his friend leave.
"Goten, maybe you should go too." He blinked as he looked at his brother, somewhat surprised by the sharp tone to his voice, "There are some things I would like to discus with Vegita-san alone." Gohan continued, not looking up.
"Um, ok Oniichan." He said slowly, puzzled, "Hey Trunks, wait up." He tossed a worried look over his shoulder before disappearing into one of the many hallways to follow his friend.
Neither Gohan or Vegita moved for a long time afterwards, remaining in tense silence.
"It's him, isn't it." It was more of a statement, rather than a question, that Gohan directed towards Vegita.
"I can't think of any other explanation, even though the chances of him being alive are very unlikely." Vegita replied.
Gohan took of his glassed and rubbed the place between his eyes, staring warily at the television that had been playing quietly though out their conversation with the two younger saiya-jins. The entire population of a small town to the west had completely vanished without a trace. The reporters continued to interview police officers and such, but it was obvious that none of them had any idea what was going on.
Oh, but he knew. At times like these, he wished that he wasn't so smart. But, now added to what Goten and Trunks had seen today, there was no denying it.
"Cell's come back."