"Father no!" The voice rang through the chaotic atmosphere. The merest of pebbles to the grandest of boulders flew wildly into the air, as the Cell monster had planned to blow himself up in a desperate attack. The wind was calm, as a hero known for his sacrifices, gives one more to save the earth. It was Son Goku, the noblest hero of the planet Earth. Of course, through the trickery of Cell, he had lived through his own explosion, and came right back to haunt the Z Warriors. Once more, Cell was stopped. Not by the proud prince of the Saiy-jins, but by a third class warriors son... Gohan.
It was an early afternoon, as the warm sun had been shining for the last few days. The clouds took shape of anything that came to the mind of those who looked at them. Vegeta was laying on the grass, breathing calmly though agitated. This was one of the days where he didn't bother to put on his Saiy-jin armor, instincts telling him that a moment of peace was upon everyone. The thoughts of his adversary sacrificing himself for his friends... and him, the prince of Saiy-jins. He had trained for three years straight, including the one year in 'The Room of Spirit and Time'. Not even close to the level Kakarot was at. Not at all. There was one thought that did haunt Vegeta everyday. Knowing that Kakarot seemed like his training was nothing compared to what Vegeta did, but Kakarot ALWAYS had the advantage. Vegeta took on an idea of Kakarot's though. To control the state of Super Saiy-jin. When no one was around, he worked on being a Super Saiy-jin all the time. "Cell... If I ever see you in hell... I will rip you limb from limb," he promised himself.
"Gohan! Are you okay?" The hollowed voice had echoed through the wooden door. There was an eerie silence from Gohan's room, although he was definitely in the room. "He hasn't answered me or come out of his room for the last eighteen hours... I'm worried about Gohan," Chi-Chi cried to herself. "Goku's death is horrible enough, and I know Gohan is trying to cope... I don't know how we'll be able to get by," thoughts of failure pounded her head into oblivion.
The window was loosely ajar, and the cool draft integrated through the ocean of black hair. It had almost been a whole day since the death of his father. The tears had stopped, but the pain was still there. He had sat at his window-side, not moving at all away. He looked into the skies last night, for stars he used to look at with his dad. He looked at the clouds, which reminded him of all the time he had trained and fished with him. Now... emptiness filled Gohan. He squinted, trying to swallow again. Another repeating memory... a voice. "Gohan! Kill him now! We still don't know what Cell is capable now. Do it now!" His father's voice rang out at him. "I'm sorry. The victory still seems like a failure. We could've won it without you dying," he mumbled.
Years in the future, the story of Goku saving the earth had reached Bulma, in the future world of Trunks. Trunks had become much stronger, and when the androids attacked once more, he rushed over there faster than anyone has ever flown before. The battle only lasted a few minutes, as ten to twenty onlookers watched Trunks destroy the androids effortlessly. As the dust settled, people came out of the destroyed buildings, rushing to shake his hand, hug him... Hell, even kiss him. He flew back to Capsule Corporation, where his mother waited. Trunks landed just in time to hear the radio announcement. "This just in. A young man, Trunks Briefs, the son of Bulma, who is the president of Capsule Corporation, destroyed the two monster androids within a five minute battle. Some call him an angel, others a guardian, but we owe this young man everything for freeing us from 17 years of destruction and fear. Thank you Trunks, wherever you are."
It was an early afternoon, as the warm sun had been shining for the last few days. The clouds took shape of anything that came to the mind of those who looked at them. Vegeta was laying on the grass, breathing calmly though agitated. This was one of the days where he didn't bother to put on his Saiy-jin armor, instincts telling him that a moment of peace was upon everyone. The thoughts of his adversary sacrificing himself for his friends... and him, the prince of Saiy-jins. He had trained for three years straight, including the one year in 'The Room of Spirit and Time'. Not even close to the level Kakarot was at. Not at all. There was one thought that did haunt Vegeta everyday. Knowing that Kakarot seemed like his training was nothing compared to what Vegeta did, but Kakarot ALWAYS had the advantage. Vegeta took on an idea of Kakarot's though. To control the state of Super Saiy-jin. When no one was around, he worked on being a Super Saiy-jin all the time. "Cell... If I ever see you in hell... I will rip you limb from limb," he promised himself.
"Gohan! Are you okay?" The hollowed voice had echoed through the wooden door. There was an eerie silence from Gohan's room, although he was definitely in the room. "He hasn't answered me or come out of his room for the last eighteen hours... I'm worried about Gohan," Chi-Chi cried to herself. "Goku's death is horrible enough, and I know Gohan is trying to cope... I don't know how we'll be able to get by," thoughts of failure pounded her head into oblivion.
The window was loosely ajar, and the cool draft integrated through the ocean of black hair. It had almost been a whole day since the death of his father. The tears had stopped, but the pain was still there. He had sat at his window-side, not moving at all away. He looked into the skies last night, for stars he used to look at with his dad. He looked at the clouds, which reminded him of all the time he had trained and fished with him. Now... emptiness filled Gohan. He squinted, trying to swallow again. Another repeating memory... a voice. "Gohan! Kill him now! We still don't know what Cell is capable now. Do it now!" His father's voice rang out at him. "I'm sorry. The victory still seems like a failure. We could've won it without you dying," he mumbled.
Years in the future, the story of Goku saving the earth had reached Bulma, in the future world of Trunks. Trunks had become much stronger, and when the androids attacked once more, he rushed over there faster than anyone has ever flown before. The battle only lasted a few minutes, as ten to twenty onlookers watched Trunks destroy the androids effortlessly. As the dust settled, people came out of the destroyed buildings, rushing to shake his hand, hug him... Hell, even kiss him. He flew back to Capsule Corporation, where his mother waited. Trunks landed just in time to hear the radio announcement. "This just in. A young man, Trunks Briefs, the son of Bulma, who is the president of Capsule Corporation, destroyed the two monster androids within a five minute battle. Some call him an angel, others a guardian, but we owe this young man everything for freeing us from 17 years of destruction and fear. Thank you Trunks, wherever you are."