Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or anything affiliated with it, and will be known from now on as; As Usual.
A note to the lovely, lovely people who have read and reviewed this story; yes, I am still alive and kicking, I've just lost much interest in the Dragonball Z universe. But I WILL finish this story like I promised over and over again, even if it's the last thing I do. As you may have (or will) notice, this story has gone through MUCH fixing in terms of grammar, characterizing and descriptions. The Mary-Sue-ness of the OC is –hopefully- gone.
Pairings in the story has also changed dramatically, for it will no longer be Canon/OC pairings. There will be mild Shoujo-ai and Yaoi connotations between the characters, mainly Trunks and Goten. What can I say; years parting will really change one person Yaoi Fangirling-ness :D
Summary: At the age of seven, Trunks was kidnapped by a man out for revenge against Vegeta. For years everyone assumed he was dead, but what will happen when he returns ten years later with a vengeance?
Timeline: Set six years after the end of the Cell Games. The Buu saga never happened and Goku lives! He lives!
Ages:
Trunks - 7
Goten - 6
Gohan - 15
A Change of Heart.
Chapter One: The Normal Beginning.
It was a quiet and peaceful day in the 439-mountain area; the sun was shining brightly, the birds singing a melodious tune among the flowers' blooming. It seemed as nothing could spoil such a beautiful day … or so we thought …
"Goten! Trunks! Come back here you little brats!"
The booming voice of a very enraged Son Gohan could be heard throughout the mountain.
The smashing of plates and kitchenware interrupted the calmness of the mountainside.
The camera pans to a small capsule house that stood innocently beside a slow moving stream before the door in the front was thrown open with much force as two small figures burst through it. One of the boys in question had messy black hair that stood out in odd places. The other sported limp, bowl cut, lavender hair; both wore a look of fear on their faces. Common people would have thought a herd of hungry tyrannosaurus-rex were chasing them, but it was something much worse, for hot on their tail was an enraged Son Gohan, the infamous son of the one an only Son Goku.
If you looked closer to Son Gohan you would have noticed that instead of wearing his usual sleek and gravity defying jet-black hair atop his head, all we could see was fuzzy hair would have easily been mistaken for the one worn by a certain Hercule Satan, it not for the bluish tinge and the fact that it smelled suspiciously like toilet cleaner.
"We're sorry!" Goten squealed, "We thought it was the kitten and-ouch!" Goten pouted after being smacked upside the head by Trunks.
"Denial is your friend, Goten!" Trunks glared at his best friend and looked back towards Gohan, "We didn't do it, Gohan. Really. We're-eck!" Trunks stopped suddenly after being forcefully lifted into the air by his collar.
"Now you listen to me, you little demon spawns of the devil! Erasa asked me to a movie with her, Videl, and Sharpner. Now I am going into the house to try and fix this mess you've made of my hair and I'm warning both of you," Gohan eyed them intently, "For every comment I get about my hair, the two of you will be forced to train with me one day in the gravity room," Gohan smirked evilly suddenly, "and every time I beat you, the both of you will get breakfast, lunch, and dinner in human sized proportions, if at all. Do I make myself clear?" His tone was so low you could have easily slipped it under a door.
The two boys gulped and nodded frantically.
Gohan dropped them to the ground and turned to leave, mumbling, "Kids and their cats … will be the end of me!"
All of a sudden, Goten's voice broke his concentration.
"Look on the bright side, Onii-chan, now Videl-neesan will like you even more because you look like her daddy," he said innocently and flashed the Son Grin. Behind him, Trunks had a look of utmost terror on his face.
Gohan stopped abruptly. It seemed like slow motion from the moment Gohan turned mechanically to face the two and his aura started to flash gold, to the part where Goten's smile dropped and both he and Trunks blasted off in the direction of the Capsule Corporation, their tail between their legs.
x-x- Later –x-x
In the aftermath of the incident, which Gohan had decided to refer to it, his day turned out relatively good. Of course, that being after Chichi and Bulma had managed to de-'fro his hair. Much to his delight, Bulma informed him that both Trunks and Goten had been punished to a whole day of training with Vegeta in the Gravity Room.
Chichi was furious with their actions because it might have put a dent in her grandchild-acquiring plans considering that Gohan's hair would probably put off the eligible girls.
Unfortunately for Gohan, luck wasn't completely on his side because the smell of toilet cleaner was still present.
"Bye mom, Bulma. Thanks a lot for the help. I really should get going otherwise Videl and Erasa are going to kill me," Gohan waved down at them as he started levitating into the air.
"Have fun, dear," Chichi waved back at him, "and remember, keep thoughts of my grandchildren in mind."
Gohan sweat-dropped.
"Bye, Gohan."
"Oh, Bulma, I can't wait to hear the pitter-patter of little grandchildren feet around the house," Chichi said, starry eyed.
"Yes, me too. My own grandchildren probably won't be coming for a while. You are going to have the wedding and the baby shower at the CC, right?" Bulma raised an expectant eyebrow.
"Of course, where else would we chose; that old perverts' island? I think not," Chichi had her hands on her hips at the mention of the old turtle master, "I can just imagine it now. The white flowers littering the yard, the band playing the wedding tune as Videl walks down the isle in her white dress. Gohan looking suave in his black tuxedo, of course, that husband of your is going to have to wear one too …" her voice trailed of as she continued to voice her fantasies to an amused Bulma.
Elsewhere, Gohan was sneezing like mad as he mad his way to the cinema.
x-x- The Cinema –x-x
Gohan landed in an alley a block away from the cinema and continued on foot. When he reached his destination the queue line outside was already long.
'I hope Erasa already bought the tickets. I wonder where they are?' Gohan thought as his eyes scanned around.
"Gohan!"
Gohan turned around to meet the smiling face of Erasa and an annoyed from both Videl and Sharpner.
"You're late, Gohan," Stated a disgruntled Videl.
"And why do you smell like a public toilet? A little after school part-time job, shrimp?" Sharpner snickered.
"Sorry," Gohan smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head guiltily, "It's a long story …"
"We have time," Videl stared at him with half-moon-eyes.
"Of course," Gohan laughed nervously, "Well, you see … Trunks came over this morning to spa-ar-play with Goten. It all started innocently enough, that was until I accidentally fell asleep on the couch … needless to say, the both of them had some ridiculous plan in their heads that I would need a hair job ala Trunks and Goten. Good thing my mom and Bulma managed to get home in time to help me … err … what?" he looked at the shocked looks on their faces.
"Bulma? … You mean Bulma Briefs?" Erasa gaped, "As in the Bulma Briefs, mother of Trunks Briefs; daughter of Dr. Briefs? Bulma Briefs, heiress to the Capsule Corps, which is quite possibly the richest company on the entire planet! You mean that Bulma Briefs?"
"And you had her comb your hair?"
"Well … it's not really a big deal, considering she has seen my father naked on more than one occasion," Gohan reasoned, "I think she actually gave him a bath too," he nodded his head. Noticing the silence, he looked up at them. As if just realizing what he had said, his eyes widened and he held his hands up in defense, "No, I didn't mean it in that way, don't jump to conclusions now. They've just been friends for a long time and–"
Whatever was coming out of Gohans' mouth went unheard by the rest who were still trying to grasp the fact that Gohan, country boy and nerd extraordinaire, knew the Bulma Briefs.
x-x- The Gravity Room –x-x
A loud explosion resounded through the halls of the Capsule Corps. It seemed to be coming from the direction of the Gravity Room.
As the smoke started to clear up from within the confinements of the room, there were two human shaped dents imbedded into the wall.
"Get up and fight me, you brats!" Vegeta stomped over and pulled both of them up by the front of their shirts.
"Dad, please …" Trunks looked at him pleadingly, "we're pooped."
"And hungry," Goten whined to Vegeta,
Vegeta let go of their shirts and (for the second time that day) Trunks and Goten dropped to the ground like a pair of ripe apples, where they stayed.
"Have it your way, weaklings. But when you see the enemies' Ki blast headed your way, don't expect me to come and save your pitiful little asses," he growled and turned his back to them, "I knew letting you hang around that filthy, third class, sorry excuse for a Saiyan-Jin warrior, Kakkarot would make you weak," Vegeta turned down the gravity and walked out leaving his two victims laying unmoving on the floor.
Instantly the both of them fell into a dreamless and hunger filled slumber.
x-x- That Night -x-x
The area surrounding the building of the Capsule Corps was silent, barren of all life. The only sign that the place wasn't completely deserted was the sound of breathing coming from the occupant's rooms. One in particular, seemed much more restless, his breathing ragged as his body was being haunted by an unpleasant feeling.
Trunks suddenly bolted up straight on bed, panting hard, 'What the hell is that feeling? It's … so … dirty,' he shuddered and looked around his room, searching for the source of the power.
'Maybe it's just a dream … otherwise dad would've been here by now,' Trunks calmed himself.
"Trunks …"
Trunks eyes became when he heard the menacing voice.
"Who-who's there?" Trunks pushed the blankets off of him and stood up.
A shadow stirred in the corner of the room, making Trunks' shoulder tense as he got into a fighting stance. It moved closer, and closer towards him until the light of the moon shining through the window illuminated his face.
Trunks froze. He had never felt such a creature before in his life. It's was face ashen white, as if it had never been exposed to the sunlight. In truth, the creature (who seemed to be a male) didn't seem all that extraordinary other than his pale complexion; Trunks would have even gone as far as to say he was good looking. But that fact seemed unimportant once you've felt and seen the darkness of his aura. It shone with fire, evilness and malice, only further enhancing the impression that his entire soul was made entirely by brimstone and hate. His eyes, the most noticeable part of him, were blood red.
Blood. Blood that runs through the veins of Trunks; the same blood that seemed to be running cold as he found himself under the intense gaze of the being.
"Wh-who are you?" Trunks glared at him through all the fear that clouded his vision.
"Who am I?" he snickered, "The better question is, who are you?"
Trunks gulped, trying to swallow the lump in his throat, "I am Trunks, son of Vegeta and Prince of all Saiyans," he turned his nose up.
"Oh, really?" The creature answered in mock surprise, "Forgive me them, your majesty, for my rudeness in the presence of an esteemed figure such as yourself," he bowed his head slightly, a smirk on his face at the look of rage on Trunks' face, "Let me introduce myself, I am Tenkou … your highness, and my presence he is to save you from the fate that you are doomed to endure."
"What are you talking about?" Trunks glared at him, but unconsciously taking a step back as he man moved closer towards him.
"The fate of growing up with that good-for-nothing Prince-oh, I guess he's been promoted to King of Saiyans, now hasn't he, dear Vegeta," tilted his head to the side, "Why are you running away from me, Trunks? Don't you see? I mean you no harm."
Before Trunks could blink, much less react, the man fazed out of sight and reappeared behind him. He delivered a blow to the back of his neck causing Trunks to fall forward, unconscious, before flinging him over his shoulder. He purposely raised his Ki as his flew out the window and into the yard to catch the attention of the Z warriors. Within second, the entire members of the Earth's forces were lined up in front of him, ready for action.
"What do you think you're doing with my brat? Let him go, immediately." Vegeta roared and glared daggers at the enemy.
"Of course, King Vegeta, your wish is my command," he was in the process of dropping Trunks onto the floor but stopped in the midst of his action, "You know what? I won't, because young Trunks here is indeed special. I'm sure with a bit more training and discipline, he would undisputedly be an asset to me."
"Trunks!"
They all turned to see Bulma running up to them.
"Please … let my son go. Take me instead," she begged, tears beginning to pour down her face.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, little missy. Your husband here owes me," he then turned to Vegeta, "I will make you pay for your father and your race have done to me."
Before anyone could react, he shot a Ki ball towards them, making the earth explode from beneath them. By the time the smoke cleared, the creature, along with Trunks, was long gone.
The only thing Bulma could do was stare at the place when Trunks once was. Realizing that he was gone, and that she might never get to see him again. She and Vegeta had lost their only son … her parents lost a grandson and Goten lost a best friend.
The Z warriors all took off in different directions in looking for any sign of them, but there was none.
"Trunks …" Bulma mumbled softly, not noticing that Krillin's wife, Juuhachigou, stood comforting her, "… Trunks … No … No Trunks!" She screamed out his name. The anguish in her voice reaching the voice of Vegeta, making him cringe in guilt and helplessness. "Trunks!"
After that night, Trunks was never discovered.
End Chapter One.
Next chapters will follow soon ... maybe.