Live For the One, Die for the One
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama and Bird Studios, and I wish it didn't belong to Funimation. Babylon 5 belongs to Warner Brothers and the Great Maker. I make no money from this.
Marcus
Cole had a front row seat for one of the most infamous events on Babylon 5; the
Mutai fights.
It
had often been called a meat grinder. There were few fighters that entered that
were human, because of the sheer fury of the fighting.
This
year was different, though. There was a human who was taking the fights with an
almost insulting ease.
Marcus
watched at this seemingly young man with lavender hair beat the strongest of
the Narn, and even the Minbari that attempted to beat him. He could tell that
more than a few fighters there were insulted by how well this human was doing,
but the man himself was nothing less than respectful. He never insulted his
opponents, or mocked the rites of the Mutai.
Then he left.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The
man was sitting in one of the many bars of Down Below, just staring at his
drink, when Marcus found him.
"You
know, you can't just absorb that through your hands," said the Ranger.
"Really?
It seems to be working well enough for me," the man said, not turning to look
at him.
"I
saw how you fought earlier. You have great potential."
"No
shit?" was the only response.
Marcus
sighed, and rolled his eyes. Of course, this guy had to be a wise ass.
"I'm
going to make you an offer-" Marcus started, but was cut off.
"I
don't do mercenary work, I don't kill, and I sure as hell don't want to listen
to anything you have to say. Now, Mr. –"
"My
name is Marcus Cole, and I have no intention of asking you to do anything like
that, at least not against your will."
The
man turned to him, and Marcus sized him up, and added him to his 'Do not get on
bad side of' list. The man held himself like a warrior, despite his long hair,
which was in a ponytail, and dockworker's clothing. It was the strangest hair
color that he had ever seen, a soft lavender, and you could almost pass it off
for blond. His blues eyes had seen so much pain that they could pierce a lesser
soul.
"What do you want?" the man asked, gesturing
to the stool beside him. His face was hard.
"You're
being wasted here," Marcus told him. "What if I told you about a place where
you could fight for people, help them, and stop a great evil from destroying
the galaxy?"
For
some odd reason, this sparked the man's interest.
"Do
I have to stay?" he asked.
Marcus
shook his head.
"No,
you can leave whenever you want."
"Well,
Cole, I'll go with you to learn more about this- but if anything gets
suspicious- you will go straight to Hell, and say hi to Enma-sama for me."
Marcus
grinned at the young man. He put out his hand. "I told you my name, now, what
is yours?"
The
man looked at the outstretched hand dubiously, and then took it.
"My
name is Trunks Briefs."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Marcus
smiled as he looked over at his new recruit for the Rangers, as they arrived at
Tuzanor.
"They
say, that to dream in the City of Sorrows is to dream of a better future,"
Marcus told Trunks, who whipped his head around, and looked like he was about
to cry.
"Don't
mention the future to me, man. I know enough about that, already."
"Uh-
Fine." Marcus had never been at a loss for words before. A first.
Trunks
was taking in the Minbari sights and sounds, and he seemed to enjoy what he was
seeing.
"Maybe
I will give this Ranger thing a try," Trunks whispered, hoping for the best.
Tell me if you like it, and I will continue. I
might continue anyway, my muses use whips.