Part 1: Enter Hunter
Quote: It is as bad as you think and they are out to get you.
All is peaceful in the Dragonball world. Buu had already been defeated by the combined efforts of Goku, Vegeta, and (surprisingly) Mr. Satan. After the wish to erase Majin Buu from everyone's memory, the jolly pink giant lived with Mr. Satan for a while. Eventually he became curious of the universe and decided to explore. With the well wishes of the DB clan, he left the planet in search of fun.
Life went on. The DB clan went about their normal routine. In the Briefs' household, it was the same old thing. Bulma and Vegeta, the fight that never ends. Bulma had found something that she wanted to do with Vegeta, and the Saiyan Prince was resisting as usual. Of course, Bulma was never one to back down.
"Damn it, Vegeta, you are going with me!" yelled Bulma.
"I wouldn't go if was fighting Kakarotto!" yelled Vegeta back at her. It seemed like an argument between the two was like trying to find air outdoors. In other words, Bulma and Vegeta were always fighting. Bulma usually knew how to get Vegeta to do what she wanted, but this time was different. Bulma had received an invitation from a "friend" in the business, Madam Tush, for a dinner party. Even though Bulma didn't know the Madam all that well, she had heard from reliable sources that the parties that the Madam threw were among the best. They were famous for being different and memorable. Also, it was scheduled for Valentine's Day. Bulma definitely did not want to miss this party. However, the party was strictly couples only, so she had to have a date. Who could that possibly be?
"Why are you being so selfish?" she shouted, almost bursting forth with tears. They were perfectly timed and mastered. Like Goku had seen years before, Bulma knew that Vegeta had a soft side. It was only a matter of time before he would cave in.
"Why the hell would I want to go to some stupid Valentine's Day party? Give me one good reason…"
"Because I'm your wife and I said so!" Bulma interjected. Vegeta looked at her in shock. Normally she would have tried to calmly explain it to him; he would then explain how it was a stupid idea. This time, though, she was very serious. She seemed almost ready to forcefully bring him. Vegeta held back a smile.
This girl's got spunk. Vegeta turned his back to Bulma and crossed his arms (classic Vegeta style). A smile with a slight evil tint crept across his face. He had a plan. "Okay, I'll go."
"…" Bulma tried to speak, but her jaw was nearly down to her chest. She just stood there dumbfounded. Did…he…just say what I think he did? Vegeta agreeing to go to a party? It has to be a trick.
"I said I'll go…on one condition."
Bulma hesitated. She knew that Vegeta was capable of many things. As a matter of fact, Vegeta was the most capable when being pushed into something that he didn't want to do. Of course, there might not be any other way to get him to go. "What condition?"
A smile went across Vegeta's face. Bulma felt uneasy about the answer she was about to get. Was she going to be signing her life away? She waited for Vegeta's reply. He was quiet for a moment.
"It is actually very simple. I'll do something for you if you can do something for me. I want you to spar with me in the gravity room, without the aid of any special suits to help you. It's as simple as that. Nothing impossible." Vegeta didn't have to turn around to know whether or not Bulma would comply. It would be impossible for her to do it. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't possibly even hope to spar with him, not with the gravity as high as he would have it. Bulma would instantly be crushed. The worst part was that Vegeta knew this. He knew that Bulma wouldn't even dare to say yes, not even to try to one-up him, because it wouldn't help. Vegeta started to walk off. He had a triumphant swagger to his walk. He had beaten Bulma. Not in a fight, but in her own battlefield; he had beaten her in an argument. It was a victory that would be cherished, and could only be topped by a win over Kakarotto.
"Fine," Bulma said bluntly. Vegeta froze in his tracks. The word that Bulma had just spoken seemed to echo throughout the room. Back and forth, he heard it over and over. It took him a moment to actually comprehend what his wife had just said, and what it meant. When he did, he was just as shocked as he was before. Bulma had just agreed to spar with him. Vegeta knew that was going to be impossible. She wouldn't survive. Vegeta also knew that she couldn't be bluffing, because Bulma knew that he would demand that they spar before they even come close to leaving for the party. Slowly Vegeta turned around and faced his wife. She had her arms crossed over her chest in the classic Vegeta style. Although he could see that she was attempting to mock him slightly, the look in her eyes told him that she was one hundred percent serious.
"You…are going to train in the gravity room with me? With the gravity up…to 300g's? Do you realize what you are agreeing to?"
"Yes," she said, her facial expression (a "didn't I just say that" look) didn't change. Vegeta's look didn't change, either. He was still shocked. Slowly, that look vanished from his face. It was replaced with near insanity. Vegeta started to laugh, and he wouldn't stop. Bulma looked on. She was becoming slightly upset at his blatant disregard, but her expression did not change. Vegeta continued to laugh and did so for about a minute. His laughter was so hard that he had a tear (No, that is not an error) come down his face. Finally, Vegeta regained control of himself. He looked at Bulma, who was smiling herself. His smile was immediately removed from his face as a deadly silence came over him.
"You're serious, aren't you?" he asked, finally becoming totally serious himself about the subject. The fact was that Bulma was acting was as if she had total intentions on going through with the deal. That thought worried Vegeta. He would love to spar with Bulma if she could do it, but he sure as hell didn't want to go to any dinner parties.
"No, I'm not kidding. I've been working on something that just might allow me to go into the gravity room and let me spar with you. It's been a project of mine for a while now. Since you seem so eager to test it out, who am I to stop you?"
"Why the hell would you be working on something like that? Aren't you always yelling at me for training too much? Why would you want to train?"
"Two reasons. The first reason is that I want to spend more time with you, even if it has to be on your terms. The second reason is that I want to learn more about you and the Saiyan race. I wasn't working on the project initially to use it for myself. I was actually trying to find a way to help you to increase your power through your training. It just so happens that I have a way to use this for myself also." Bulma looked at her watch. It said 8:30 AM. She had plenty of time. "Well, I am going down stairs. I'm going to run out and get something to wear for our sparring session. After lunch, we'll spar for an hour."
"What do you mean 'We'll spar for an hour'?" Vegeta demanded. That bothered him for two reasons. The first reason was that an hour's worth of training was equivalent to him eating an apple when he had an empty stomach. It meant nothing and would have no real value. He wouldn't even be sweating, the truest sign of someone working their ass off. The second reason was more disturbing. It was along the lines of his challenge. Bulma shouldn't be able to train at all. How can she be so sure that she can train for an hour? What was she up to?
"That's all the time I'll have. Afterwards I have to get ready for the party, remember. You have to get ready too; so don't get any ideas about trying to blow it off. We have a deal. You can't break that." Bulma walked out of the room. Vegeta was still, his mouth hanging open. He decided not to worry too much about the problem. If Bulma truly could do what she said she could, he would enjoy it while it lasted. Of course, he still had the time before then to go train. It might be the only training that he would be able to get in the entire day. Vegeta walked out of the room and went to his gravity room to work out…and to think.
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An old lady slowly walked through the park. She did this everyday as part of her routine. She passed by a few of the people that she knew from her journeys and greeted them. The woman made her way to her favorite bench. As she did so, she saw a small boy lying asleep with a pile of leaves covering his body. The boy was also on her favorite bench. The old woman examined the boy to make sure that he was not hurt.
Excuse me, young man?" asked the old lady. She tapped the boy on the shoulder. There was no response. The boy seemed to be in a dead sleep. The woman tapped him a little harder, trying to wake the little boy without startling him. It didn't seem to be working. She was still getting no response. After a moment, the woman got an idea. She went into her bag and she took out a plastic bag. Inside of the bag was a cookie. She took it out and put the bag back in her purse. The woman then put the cookie under the nose of the sleeping boy. At first, nothing happened. Over the next few seconds, though, the boy's nose started to twitch. The old lady watched as the boy sprang up all at once to a sitting position. He then swung his legs around until he was sitting normally. His eyes were still closed. The old lady cleared away a few of the leaves and sat down. She reached in her bag again and took out another baddy. This one had crumbs of bread in it. She opened the baggy and started to sprinkle some of the crumbs onto the floor in front of her.
Yawn! The boy opened his eyes slightly. He stretched out for a few moments, and then opened his eyes all the way. As his vision cleared, he could see a flock of birds converging in front of him. His attention was diverted again when he caught a whiff of the cookie. He looked to his side and saw the old lady.
"Good morning, young man. My name is Elsa. You look like you could use a little food. Would you like this cookie?" She held it back up for him to see. The boy nodded his head. Elsa handed him the cookie and went back to feeding the birds. In less than the time it took her to turn her head in that direction, the cookie was gone.
The boy hopped off of the bench and started to stretch out a little more. He had been lying down for a while and needed to loosen up. Surprisingly, instead of the conventional stretching, the boy started throwing punches and kicks. This scared some of the birds away, but Elsa didn't seem to notice. The boy continued his impromptu spar and his aura started to rise. The wind stated to pick up speed as his workout intensified. The birds were becoming more leery of him and were very restless. The workout became extremely intense and the attacks became mere blurs to the naked eye. Elsa finally began to notice something strange about the weather. She looked over to the little kid, but as she did a flash of white light erupted. When it cleared, Elsa saw a boy glowing with energy. It brightened him up and made him look like an angel.
"You seem like a nice boy. What is your name?"
"…" The boy simply stared at her as if she would tell him.
"You don't speak English?"
"Hunter."
"That's okay. Maybe if you get something more to eat you'll be able to remember." Elsa apparently had a hearing problem. Elsa went back into her bag and found a couple of dollars. She handed them to the kid. He looked at her with a blank expression.
"What are these?"
"Don't be modest. Take that and go get something to eat. When you're stomach is full, you might be able to remember a little bit more."
"I can get food with this?" He asked her, raising the money up to her sight.
"Yes, you can. Right over there is a market where you can get food." Elsa pointed to a huge building about fifty yards away. The boy spotted it and stood up.
"That one?" He asked, pointing to the same building.
"Yes." Without another word, the boy was off to get some food. Elsa sat back and sighed. All of the birds had flown away because of the sudden weather change. "I hope he gets something healthy."
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"Hurry up, Goten, you run like my sister!" yelled Trunks. He was wearing solid black shorts and a black tank top.
"I do not! Take that back!" yelled Goten from behind. Goten was wearing a light blue tank top that said, "champ" on the front. He had navy blue shorts. Goten was going at high speed down the sidewalk, dodging things left and right. As a matter of fact, that was all he was doing. Because Trunks was causing such a commotion in front of him, everyone was stopping to take a look and they were getting in Goten's way. He knew that Trunks was doing it on purpose so that he wouldn't be caught. Nevertheless, Goten skillfully avoided all of the people. A Twinkie's truck did almost hit him, but it swerved and hit an ice cream stand instead. Goten took a moment to stop and look at the carnage. The ice cream man started throwing cones at the truck driver. In turn, the truck driver started throwing Twinkies packages at the ice cream man. Goten couldn't help but to laugh. He was stopped when Trunks slapped him on the shoulder.
"You're as slow as my mother, Goten." Trunks said before running off again.
"That's not funny, Trunks!" yelled Goten. It was loud enough to get everyone's attention.
"Hey, kid," yelled the truck driver, "You're the one who ran out in front of me! Get over here!" Goten did the opposite and ran after Trunks. The many people who had come to the area protested, but they were soon out of hearing range. Goten once again concentrated on catching up to Trunks. This time he closed in. As a matter of fact, he was only 3 feet behind him in a matter of twenty seconds.
"Gotcha!" he said before diving at Trunks. Unfortunately, Trunks was anticipating the move. He stopped and back-flipped over his friend. Goten crashed into the floor and Trunks landed gracefully on one foot.
"You're too slow, Goten." Trunks jumped over Goten, or at least tried to, and his left foot kicked the fallen boy in the head.
"Owww." Goten sat up and rubbed his head. A slight look of anger crossed his face and he jumped to his feet. "That was rotten, Trunks!" he said, mostly to himself. He knew Trunks couldn't hear him. Goten rubbed his head one more time and then took off after Trunks. This time he was faster than ever before. People who happened to notice him on the other side of the street could only see a blur.
"C'mon, Goten. You'll never catch…" Trunks had to stop in mid sentence because he saw Goten gaining one him about five steps to one. At that rate Trunks would be eating dirt in about three seconds. In desperation he tried to run faster, but he stumbled on his first step. That allowed Goten to close the distance dramatically. He was now nearly within arms reach of Trunks. Trunks finally got his footing and he took off, literally leaving a trail of smoke behind him. Goten had to slow down because of it and he lost ground on his friend again. About a block later, Trunks stopped when he realized that Goten had slowed down.
"Goten!" He shouted back.
"Trunks, I can't see. I got smoke in my eyes." Goten started coughing. Trunks looked down at his shoes and saw the streams of smoke coming from them. A red blush came over his face.
"Sorry about that. I'll tell you what. If you can catch me before we reach the candy store, I'll give you my Supa Dupa Man action figure."
There was silence. Even the sound of Goten's coughing had stopped. Trunks took a step toward the thin cloud of smoke. No sooner had he done that then a blur of color streaked out of the cloud toward him. In an instant, Trunks was running the other way with Goten on his heels.
"You can't take that back, Trunks!" yelled Goten, despite the fact that he was less than two feet away from him.
"You have to catch me first, Goten." He said. They ran down the sidewalk and past a few stores. In front of one of them was a chicken man. Trunks had been busy dodging Goten's many lunges and didn't notice him. When he turned around, Trunks found just enough time to jump up and spring off of the chicken man's head with one hand. He landed on the other side and continued to run without missing a beat. Goten, on the other hand, couldn't quite make the jump. Instead, his right foot went straight through one of the eyes of the costume. Thankfully, the man's head was below and didn't get hit. Unfortunately, Goten didn't seem to think it a good idea to stop and get the head off of his foot. He continued to run with the chicken man being dragged with him.
Trunks once again was bobbing and weaving through the scattered crowds. They were very thin, but at the speed he was running, they all seemed to be together. Goten was also skillfully dodging all of the people. However, he seemed to be losing ground to Trunks. Goten stopped and looked back. Everyone he had passed was on the floor. Goten looked down and saw the chicken man a few feet back. The chicken head was on his foot. Goten took off the foot and placed down next to the chicken man. He backed away slowly, hoping that the chicken man wasn't too upset. The fact was that he was unconscious. Goten turned around and saw Trunks light-years ahead of him.
"NO! I want Supa Dupa Man!" He said as he powered up slightly. He slowly lifted himself off of the floor and began to fly after Trunks.
Trunks looked ahead and a smile came to his face. There was only one more block until the candy store. There were no people in the way and he could go all out. That is exactly what he did. Trunks leaned forward and started running as fast as he could. In no time he was about half way and was home free… or so he thought. Out of a store called "Suits and Boots" came a middle-aged man. Unable to stop himself, Trunks ran into the man and knocked them both down. Trunks fell on his backside and the man fell on his right side. Before either one of them could make any attempt to even breath, Goten jumped on top of Trunks.
"Got ya." He said, flashing a cheesy smile that resembled his father. Trunks stood up and dusted himself off.
"Okay, when we get home I'll give you Supa Dupa Man." Trunks looked down the street and spotted the candy store again. "Let's go get the candy." He ran off to the store, Goten right behind him. The man that Trunks knocked down sat up and started to rub his head. He stood up and dusted himself off. The middle-aged man was okay and was actually about to say something to Trunks but the boy had disappeared.
"How do you like that?" said the middle-aged man before going on with his routine. He walked the other way and went into another store.
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About an hour later, the two boys came out of the candy store. Goten carried with him a huge bag of candy. He was very happy. Even though Trunks had paid for the candy, Goten was the one who picked them out. He had chosen all of his favorites (that meant all of the candy in the store). He was especially proud of the huge lollipop that he held in his other hand. He licked it vigorously, knowing that his mother wouldn't approve of his having it in the first place. Goten always felt like she was watching him. Goten knew all too well the stories of his brother Gohan and they frightened him a little. Even though he was going with Trunks back to Bulma's house, he was still a little afraid that his mother might catch him eating a years worth of candy.
"Goten, what's that?" Trunks asked, pointing to the other side of the street at the same time. Goten bent his lollipop forward so that he could see over it, but he continued to lick it. Across the street was a supermarket. From inside, a light erupted. A small streak of smoke came from the door. Trunks watched on as people burst through the door in a frantic attempt to get away. Goten was too preoccupied with his jumbo-sized lollipop to really care. After the last person left the building, Trunks (who had an overwhelming urge to get into trouble) ran across the street.
"Trunks?" Goten bent his lollipop down and saw that once again Trunks had left him behind. He saw Trunks across the street, about to enter the deserted store. "Wait for me!" Goten yelled as he ran across the street. He made it across just as Trunks was entering the door. Goten followed closely behind and walked through the door just after Trunks. The inside of the supermarket was a mess. People had knocked down almost everything in sight in order to get out. Cans and bags were everywhere. Trunks was in a state of disbelief, as was Goten. The little half Saiyan placed his candy bag down near the entrance. Everyone else had left the building; no one would steal it. It would be safer there.
The two warriors continued into the market, looking for signs of what happened. They decided to split up and they took different sides of the store. Goten started in the first isle and Trunks started in the last isle. Goten slowly crept up the first isle, being careful not to slip on the cans and bags that were all over the floor. Step by step, he came closer to the end of the isle. About two thirds of the way there, Goten noticed a can of Spaghetti-O's with a picture of Piccolo on it. The label below it read, "Dragonball O's". Curious, Goten bent over to grab the can. At the same time he accidentally bumped the shelf behind him. It slowly but surely fell down and made a huge crashing noise. Goten jumped back from the shelf…and right into the other one. It crashed to the floor in the same manner as the first, except this one also fell into the shelf in the next isle. The pattern all the way down to the other side of the store.
"Goten, what happened?" asked Trunks from the last isle. He could hear the shelves falling, but he still had no idea what was going on. Before he could get a reply, the last shelf fell. With no time to react, Trunks was trapped under it as it fell to the ground.
"Watch out, Trunks! The walls are falling!" Goten obviously didn't realize that Trunks had been already buried under one of them. Goten started to go searching for his friend when he noticed something moving in the distance. "Hey, stop!" Goten started to run through the debris on the floor. That was a mistake. After taking no more than two steps, he slipped on a group of soda cans and they rolled him forward a few feet. When he managed to get off of the last one, Goten was within a couple of yards of the mystery figure.
"That was smart." Said the mystery figure sarcastically. Goten jumped up off the floor and into a relaxed fighting stance. He didn't think that it would be a battle, but he wanted to be ready, just in case.
"Who are you? What did you do with Trunks?
"If your talking about your friend, he's buried under the last shelf over there." The figure pointed the last fallen shelf where a low moan could be heard.
"Why did you do that to him?"
"Me? That was you!"
"Was not!"
"You're kidding, right. Why don't you act a little more grown up?" Goten looked at him with a blank stare. There was a brief period of silence that was broken when Trunks finally made his way out from under the shelf. He looked horrible. He had been in the soda isle and was soaked with every color of drink imaginable. He slowly walked over to Goten. The thought of killing him had crossed his mind at least once, but he was interrupted when he saw the mystery figure.
"Who are you?" Trunks asked.
"…"
"I asked you who you are," Trunks asked again, this time more of a demand.
"My name..." The figure had to think a little about it. "My name is Hunter."
"What are you doing here? Are you the cause of all of this?"
"Why are you so upset at me? He's the one that dropped everything but the kitchen sink on you." Hunter said, pointing to Goten.
"I didn't mean it. It was an accident."
"Quiet, Goten. You, Hunter, what happened in here?"
"Why should I tell you? What are you going to do?"
A smile crept over Trunks' face. "I could always just beat you up, but I'm not a bully."
"I'm no pushover, either. I can fight just as well as you can, probably better. In fact, I have a secret that you probably won't like."
"Really? What's that?"
"That will have to wait until we fight." Hunter said. He stepped forward into the dim light so that Trunks and Goten could see him.
"Why are we waiting?" Trunks crouched into a fighting stance. His eagerness to put Hunter in his place was showing. "We have plenty of time."
"Um…Trunks…" Goten tapped Trunks on the shoulder.
"Not now, Goten." Trunks brushed his friend's hand off of his shoulder and readied himself again.
"But Trunks, there are…" Goten started.
"There are what?"
Rather than try to explain it, Goten pointed toward the front of the store. Both Trunks and Hunter looked and gasped. The outside of the store was swarming with police. They were everywhere.
"Well, I guess that puts a hold on our fight, doesn't it?" said Hunter. He stepped back into the shadows to decrease the chance of being spotted by the cops.
"For now." Trunks shot a glance back at him, but he followed his example and stepped back into the shadows. Goten, of course, went against the example and started to slowly move toward the door.
"Goten, what are you doing?" Trunks asked his friend. He motioned for him to come back.
"Trunks, I have to go get the candy." Goten was totally convinced that this was a noble cause.
"Are you insane? You'll be spotted by the police." Hunter was not pleased with Goten's choice of action.
"But…"
"No buts!" said Hunter and Trunks in unison. For a brief moment, they smiled at one another. That didn't last, as the feud that had been born in less than a minute rekindled itself.
"We work together to get out of here so that we can have our match. I don't want you running off somewhere to hide Trunks." Said Hunter.
"Fine. Just don't slow us down." Trunks started to scan the area for a possible second exit from the building. He spotted a few possibilities, but they would definitely be blocked from the outside. They wouldn't be able to take a single step outside without being spotted. They were trapped.
"Well? What's the master mind cooked up for an escape plan?" A bead of sweat rolled down Trunks face to answer the question. "Great. You're a real help."
"And I suppose you have some way out of here."
"I do." Hunter raised his hand and gathered some ki energy, to the surprise of both Goten and Trunks.
"You can do that." Asked Goten in amazement, as though he had never seen it done before.
"Of course." Hunter aimed his hand at the ceiling and fired. The small ki ball shot from his hands and exploded through the roof. Bits and pieces of the ceiling were thrown everywhere and smoke was filling the store.
"You idiot! I could have done that." Trunks was fuming. "You were supposed to try to get out without making the mess bigger than it already was.
"And how did you think we were supposed to do that? Now we have a way out of here and we also have some cover." He motioned to the smoke that had engulfed the inside of the store. "Now we have two choices. We can sit here and wait for the cops to come in, or we can get out of here through the roof and no one will ever know that it was us."
"Us? It was you and your "master plan" that did this."
"Whatever. I'm leaving. For your own sake, you should do the same. I won't get my chance to kick your ass if you're behind bars, now will I?" Hunter started floating into the air and then flew right up to the roof.
"That…ignorant…" Trunks was attempting to hold in all of his rage.
"Trunks, what are we going to do?" Goten had a confused look on his face.
"I'll tell you what we'll do. You can watch while I rip him a new air hole." Trunks powered up slightly and flew through the hole in the roof.
"Wait for me!" yelled Goten. He floated off the ground and up to the roof. As he reached the outside, the bright morning light temporarily blinded him. Goten covered his eyes slightly to block out the sun. In front of him, he could make out two black shapes. As his eyes adjusted, he could see that they were Hunter and Trunks. They were standing together and motionless. Goten landed on the roof and walked over to them. "What happened, Trunks? I thought you were going to…" Goten's sentence was cut short by the loud sound of the chopper above them. They all looked up at the same time to see a police helicopter hovering over them.
"That seems to be a problem." Said Hunter. He thought he had had everything figured out. He had forgotten to account for the police helicopters.
"You're damn right it's a problem." Trunks seemed like he was looking for a reason to fight.
"You seem very eager to fight Trunks." Hunter said with a hint of distain. "I was hoping for a much more fight-friendly setting but, if you want me to put you into intensive care that much, I'll be happy to oblige you."
"Let's go." Trunks didn't bother to get into a fighting stance. He just pounced. Trunks started off with a straight punch aimed at Hunter's head. Hunter ducked it and, in one motion, grabbed Trunks arm and threw him off of the building.
"GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!" screamed the man in the helicopter, right into the megaphone that he had been holding. Trunks fell all the way to the ground and landed head first, cracking the pavement. All of the police were struck with horror. No one could even make a sound.
"Get up, wimp. We're not done yet." Hunter walked over to the edge of the roof. He bent down to one knee. "I thought you had more than that, Trunks."
"Hey…kid! You're under arrest!" said the man in the helicopter. Hunter looked up. The man was now aiming a gun at him. "Don't move!"
"You dare aim that piece of metal at me?" Hunter's aura briefly flared up. It was enough to scare the policeman back into the helicopter. Hunter pointed a finger at the chopper and formed a tiny ki ball on the tip.
"You can't do that? You might hurt them." Protested Goten. Hunter ignored him and increased the size of the ki ball. Goten was stunned as he watched the ki ball become the size of his fist.
"I can and I will." Hunter said with an evil smile on his face. Goten was shocked. Hunter had become a monster. He had to be stopped.
"I won't let you." Goten ran at Hunter and blatantly charged a ki blast in his hand. He cocked it back to fire and that is when he was caught in his own face with a counter blast from Hunter's free hand. Goten fell back a few feet and was about to regain his footing when he fell into the hole they used to get to the roof. Proud of his accomplishment, Hunter fired the other blast at the helicopter. It connected, but not with it's intended target. Another blast bent Hunter's away from the chopper and they both exploded harmlessly in mid air.
"That as…" Hunter never finished his curse because Trunks was right on top of him and started his attack off with a kick right under the chin. Hunter was knocked for a loop but regained control quickly. He stopped himself in the air.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" demanded Trunks. "You were about to blow that thing up!"
"What's your point?"
"You could have killed someone!"
"And."
"…You were trying to kill them, weren't you?"
"Guilty as charged. You see, Trunks, unlike you and your goody goody friends, I don't care who dies. As long as they are out of my way and I can do what it is that I want to do."
"What exactly is that?"
"I want to put you on life support."
"Me?" Trunks was a little confused. He had wanted to fight Hunter, but only because he seemed to be a smart ass. Now it seemed the Hunter wanted to kill him, but he had no real reason to. Something wasn't adding up.
"Yes, you. I don't want to kill you Trunks. That wouldn't be any fun. I just simply want to make it so that maybe you can never walk again. That would be just fine with me." A sickly smile appeared on his face.
"You're sick!" Trunks was now convinced that Hunter was a psycho. He took a step backward, almost falling off of the building again. He took a step to the side to get onto more stable ground. "If you wanted to fight me, why did you come here?"
"Going to you right away wouldn't have been any fun. I had to bring you to me. I located you inside the candy store. Then it was only a matter of giving you a reason to come to me. So I made a little bit of a mess here. I didn't kill anybody, though. I wanted to make sure that you were here if I did that. It's more fulfilling that way."
"…"
"Nothing to say? Fine, let's start once again."
"Wait!" Trunks was wildly waving his hands. "You want to fight me? Okay, but not here. We fight away from these people or we don't fight at all."
Hunter was clearly upset at the notion of stopping the fight at all, but he finally nodded his head in agreement. "You pick the place so there is no objection. I don't care where we fight. I just hope the place you pick is where you want to be buried."
"…"
"Again with the silent treatment. You must not like me much at all. I understand. It must be hard knowing you are about to die. Well, get your goofy friend and we'll be off."
Trunks snapped back into reality and realized that he hadn't seen Goten since he was knocked off of the building. "Goten! Goten!" Trunks yelled. He ran over to the hole in the roof. No sooner had he gotten there then Goten popped up from the hole. "What happened to your face?"
Goten ran his hand over his face and winced. He brought his hand back to see it and it trickled with blood. "Him." Goten pointed at Hunter. "He tried to blow up the helicopter and when I tried to stop him, he shot me!" Goten was throwing a temper tantrum at this point.
"Calm down, Goten. We are going to get a chance to fight him. We just can't do it here. We have to get back to my house so we can use my father's gravity room."
"Won't your mother be mad if you use the gravity room? What if she sees us?"
"My mother won't get mad. If she does, dad will defend us. He always likes it when we train."
"What would your mother think if she saw you on television, Trunks?" asked Hunter.
"Don't you talk about my mother, you bastard!" Rather than comment on that remark, Hunter simply pointed past Trunks and Goten. Both the half Saiyans turned around to see another helicopter. This one was a police copter, though. This one was a ZTV chopper. The cameraman was focused right on them. Trunks didn't even make a move.
"You don't seem too camera shy, Trunks."
"If you are trying to get me in trouble, it won't work. The only one who even watches TV at home is me, and I don't watch the news."
"Well that is unfortunate, but Goten seems a little more worried than you." Trunks turned his attention toward Goten, who was now hiding behind him.
"What are you doing?"
"Trunks, my mother watches the news…everyday. " A bead of cold sweat went down Trunks face as he tried to wish himself to shrink to the size of a marble. If Chi Chi was watching, she would definitely tell Bulma, who in turn would try to maim him. That was a very uncomfortable thought.
"Maybe we should get going, Goten?" Trunks turned back to the hole in the roof and jumped in. The smoke from the inside was still very thick. Goten, who for once actually understood what was going on, jumped in behind him. The police on the ground were still in shock from Trunks being thrown off of the roof. The police helicopter wouldn't get within one hundred yards of Hunter because of his attempted attack. All could only wait to see what would happen.
"Trunks, Goten, hurry up. I don't want to wait forever." Hunter was a little restless. Still nothing. Maybe I should give them a reason to hurry up? Hunter shot an energy blast directly down the middle of the hole in the roof. Just before the explosion, both Trunks and Goten blasted off from inside and zoomed right by Hunter.
"Follow us." Trunks said bluntly. He was exactly in the mood for a conversation with his would-be killer. Hunter gladly powered up and flew off after his prey.
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