By K**chan
Pointless Disclaimer: These things are pointless. They're never good enough to fend off a lawyer in the first place, especially a good one like the owners of DBZ/GT would have. Also, FUNimation and company most likely doesn't sit around all day scanning fanfiction.net and the like for fan fics without disclaimers. They're too busy butchering good anime. Oh well, here goes. Trunks, Goten, and all other trademarked characters are the property of FUNimation, Akira Toriyama, etc. Please do not sue, I am an evil blonde who lives in the mountains and has no money.
Chapter One:
An Old Friend
Trunks yawned and stared at his computer screen. A long list of technical information, and plans for a new space ship flashed before his eyes. Well, they called it new. Truthfully, the Capsule Corp. scientists had just added a toilet. But, even idiotic changes like that called for a new name and many, many, many long meetings. Trunks' head drooped and he'd almost fallen asleep on the job again, when, suddenly, the phone rang.
'Oh Dende. I hope it's not Pan. Dear Dende, Please, please don't let it be Pan calling to ask me on another trip to the mall! She doesn't realize she's too young for me, and she's driving me crazy! I swear, if it's not her, I… uhhh… won't play with squirrels for a week!" Trunks prayed silently. (A.N. I know, I know, you peeps are going to complain. You'll say, "GT Trunks isn't good with animals! He said so in that Brolly- the- gross- blob- thing movie! I never remember the numbers. Well, to bad! My fan fic, my world, so, hahaha!)
Reluctantly, he picked up the persistent phone and quickly considered pretending to be the operator saying the call didn't go through.
"Moshi moshi?" a man's voice answered.
"Hello? Who's this?" Trunks asked.
"Huh? You don't recognize my voice? Dende… how long has it been…? Trunks-kun, it's me, Masano!" the man replied.
"Masano-kun!? I haven't seen you since high school! How've you been?" Trunks said happily, silently thanking Dende it wasn't Pan.
"I've had some exciting work! You have to see my new project! I think you'll like her a lot!" Masano exclaimed.
"Her? Why'd you call it "her"?" Trunks inquired.
"Haha. You'll see when you get here. I'm living on Aoi Island, which isn't too far from Satan City. You think you could fly over sometime soon?" Masano said.
"Ummm, hai. I could come over right now, if that's ok with you," Trunks replied.
"That'd be great, but, aren't you at work?" Masano noted.
"Yeah, but, I can fix that," Trunks assured him, quickly glancing around to see if his coworkers were watching.
"Yosh! I'll see you in a half hour then, ok?" Masano asked.
"Alright. Ja ne!" Trunks said, hanging up the phone.
'Now, all I have to do is cause a distraction, and no one will notice I'm gone,' Trunks thought, accessing his "Emergency Vacation File" which contained some nice, distracting viruses that he'd designed himself.
He quickly sent the "Bouncing, File Exploding Sheep Virus" to every email box in the building. Then, he slid open his window and flew off towards Aoi Island.
About 20 minutes later, Trunks arrived at a small, sky blue house at the foot of a hill on Aoi Island. It wasn't in the best of shape; there were shingles falling off the roof, most of the flowers in the garden were dead, and there was dog poop everywhere.
'Kind of reminds me of his locker back in high school. One of his turkey sandwiches that was rotting in the back of the locker smelled so bad, they had to close down the school for two days…' Trunks remembered.
He rang the doorbell, and a voice from inside called, "Oi, Trunks-kun! You're early! One second!"
A few minutes later, a tall man with messy blonde hair and wild green blue-eyes answered the door. He was wearing a dirty lab coat, which was covered with something that Trunks hoped was only red paint or ketchup and a torn pair of jeans.
"Ohayo. I was just putting the last touches on 'her', Come in, come in," Masano beckoned. "I heard you were in space for almost a year a while back. I can't wait to hear about it, but, I'm sure you'd rather see 'her' first, neh?"
"Hai! Does 'she' have a name other than 'her'? Trunks asked, following Masano into his basement.
"Of course. 'Her' name is Keiko," Masano replied, pausing on the steps to see Trunks' reaction.
Trunks gasped. "B-but Keiko was… I thought you…"
Masano cut him off and quickly said, "Yes, yes, I named her after the Keiko we knew in high school. It was terrible when she…" He stopped a moment and the two became very quiet.
Trunks hated awkward silences. "Why would you name 'her' after Keiko?"
"Because… well, you'll see…" he said, continuing down the weak, wooden stairs.
By now, Trunks was thoroughly confused. Masano had been a wreck after Keiko died, and even years afterward, when her name was mentioned he got very angry and sometimes even violent. But Trunks didn't have much time to ponder over this, as Masano had led him to a huge machine covered with a stained sheet.
"And now, for my major project, I give you Keiko!" he announced, tugging the sheet off with a flourish.
There, in a tank of red liquid, was a girl wearing a black bathing suit. She had waist length blonde hair and her eyes were closed. She was curled up in a fetal position, hiding most of her other features. But, Trunks didn't need to see the rest of her to guess what she was.
"Masano-kun?! Is this… is this…" Trunks stuttered, thoroughly shocked.
"Hai. This is my resurrection of Keiko. Exact in every detail, even her personality. Before Keiko was buried, I transferred all her memories to a disk, which I've copied into her new body. Isn't this wonderful, Trunks-kun?! Our old friend will be back with us as soon as I finish putting the finishing touches on her!" he exclaimed.
Trunks was speechless. He could only stare at the copy of his long gone friend.
"But, that's not all! Remember, how she was always frustrated that you and Goten would never spar with her because she was too weak?! Well, I've made her more than strong enough to fight with you and Goten! Maybe even strong enough to defeat you! In fact, my other motive in this project is to put her at the head of everything! With your and Goten's help, she could rule the world with us by her side, maybe the galaxy, perhaps even the universe. Think of it, Trunks-kun, she could be a goddess!" Masano rambled excitedly.
"You're crazy, Masano. Do you think this is what she would've wanted?! What you've done is sick and evil! Just creating a weapon and putting her face on it isn't bringing her back! I can't allow you to continue!" he growled angrily, creating a ki blast in his right hand.
"NO! Trunks! Please! She's almost finished, let her live!" Masano pleaded, blocking the huge machine with his body.
"Masano, if I destroy that machine, I'll take you to the police anyway. If you insist on being right next to it when I blast it, the result will still be the same. You won't be making any more crazy machines. Remember, the time you blew up half the school just to kill the boy you thought was responsible for Keiko's death? I knew it was you who did it, but I didn't turn you in because you were my friend. Also, the time when you created a machine that looked like a cat to kill the principle? Once again, I didn't tell on you. Well, this is strike three," he explained, making the ki blast larger. "You have 10 seconds to get out of the way."
"Trunks! Please reconsider!"
"Ju (10)"
"I just want her to be as happy as possible!"
"Qyu (9)"
"You could rule alongside her!"
"Hai-chi (8)"
"She would make the universe a better place!"
"Nana (7)"
"She must be so lonely up in
heaven,"
"Roku (6)"
"I'm so sorry, Keiko-chan. He doesn't know what he's doing," Masano said, turning to the machine.
"Go (5)"
"Shi (4)"
"San (3)"
"Ni (2)"
'Even, if he blows up the machine, perhaps Keiko will survive. Yes, then, he'll be punished for betraying us. Keiko, make sure he gets what he deserves,' Masano thought.
"Ich (1). I'm sorry, Masano" Trunks apologized, as he sent the glowing ki blasting hurtling toward the machine.
A huge explosion rocked the eastern side of Aoi Island. Luckily, Masano was the only one living on that side of the island so no one was hurt. When the smoke cleared from the basement, rubble of machinery covered the floor. Masano was nowhere to be found.
'Good thing he hasn't got any relatives…' Trunks thought.
Suddenly, he noticed a slender hand sticking out of the rubble. It clenched into a fist for a moment, then went limp again. Curious, Trunks walked over to it and pushed aside the rubble. There lay Keiko's body, amazingly unharmed.
'Hmph. Masano built her better than I thought. Oh well, I suppose all his work is in vain now,' Trunks thought, preparing to blast the android.
Keiko moaned and curled up into a ball before going unconscious again.
'Oh Dende. She's alive. That means she might feel this. What am I thinking? I can't possibly let her live! She's a danger to everything! She has no ki, so I have no idea how strong she is! But, she hasn't really done anything wrong yet…' Trunks thought, now completely confused about what to do. When he looked at the helpless creature on the ground, he could almost see her wearing the old red and white sailor-style school uniform from high school. He sighed. 'I can't…" he decided, putting away his ki blast. 'But, what am I going to do with her? I can't bring her home, it'll be all over the news…' he wondered, having mental pictures of the next day's tabloids with bold headlines reading: CAPSULE CORP. PRES. BRINGS HOME DEAD PROSTITUTE. He shuddered at the thought. 'I know! I'll bring her to Goten's! I'm going to have to show her to him eventually anyway!' he decided, wrapping her in his jacket and carrying her out of the house, then taking off in the direction of Goten's house.
Son Residence….
Goten's famous cell phone rang impatiently on his bedside table. Annoyed, he looked up from his….err… activity.
"Oh… Goten-sama… Just let it ring…" Paresu moaned from under the sheets.
"Hmmm… It's Trunks, wonder what he wants…" Goten muttered, looking at the caller ID and ignoring his airhead girlfriend. "Moshi moshi? What's up, Trunks-kun?"
"Goten, I need to come over right now!" Trunks announced.
"Why? Paresu and I are kind of busy!!!" Goten explained.
"Goten, this is an emergency! Send that idiot girlfriend of yours home! You have plenty of time to mess around later!" Trunks yelled.
"Ok ok… Ja ne," Goten said sadly, clicking off the phone. "Sorry, Paresu-chan… We'll have to continue later…"
"Ooooooh… why?" Paresu whined.
"I dunno. But, Trunks said it was an emergency and he sounded really distressed so…" Goten explained.
"Alright, alright. But you WILL make this up to me!" Paresu demanded, gathering her stuff.
A.N. So, how was that? This is my first posted fic, (other than Down to Earth, which was a joint effort) so don't be too cruel with the reviews. If I get a few reviews, I'll continue. Otherwise, I guess it's back to the drawing board. Sorry about all the Paresu insults, I just don't think she's got enough character to work in DBGT. Whatever, the next chapter will be up soon. I got the idea for this while watching my GT Beibi Saga fan subs on the way to New Jersey from Maine, and I wrote this at 2 in the morning so, if it sucks, too bad. Chapter 2 will be up soon!