Please Save My Sanity
Ch.1- I Leave This World
(FOP/DBZ Crossover, Slash) Three years after the defeat of the androids, Mirai Trunks goes into depression and considers suicide. But as he decides to see Gohan one last time, his time machine breaks down and ends up in a world unlike his own...
A young man stood at the grave of his dead sensei, the tears falling quietly down his cheeks as he traced the kanji on the tombstone. 'Son Gohan...beloved son, brother, and world savior...' Under that was the dates of his birth and his death. He looked up at the cloudy sky, observing the color of gray that covered everything as the tears flowed faster. It had been three years since he defeated the androids in his time...10 years since Gohan died fighting them...
"Trunks..." He turned at the sound of his name, and saw his mother Bulma and auntie Chi-Chi standing next to him.
"It's been years since we came here, hasn't it?" She murmured, putting flowers at the base of the grave before bowing her respects. Chi-Chi slowly nodded, adding her own before bowing deeply on her hands and knees. She had long ago since cried for her dead son and husband, and certainly did not want to see Trunks end up the same way.
"Hai, Okassan..." Trunks said, wiping away the tears with the back of his hand. Chi-Chi sighed sadly as she looked at Trunks.
"Sometimes I wish we could all go back and undo everything." Trunks looked away. It had been a long time since he had heard those words. He remembered the way they had all taken advantage of the dragonballs, and now that they were forever gone...he couldn't stand to think about that the longer he stood in front of Gohan's grave.
"Wishing now won't bring back Gohan, Obasan." He said. Chi-Chi sighed again.
"I know, Trunks...I know." He once again looked back at the grave before turning away.
"Okaasan, is the time machine fixed yet? He asked. Bulma nodded.
"Of course...but where are you going? You already defeated the androids..." She said. Trunks ignored her and started walking away, leaving the dumbfounded women at his sensei's grave.
"I need to do something one last time..." He whispered to himself as he pulled back his jacket sleeves and looked at the scars on his wrists. After his little errand, there would be no use for him in this world anymore...and he could finally join Gohan...
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"...Coordinates 34, 22, 66." Trunks muttered as he pressed several buttons on the dashboard.
"Engaging boost thrusters." The engines fired up under the egg-shaped time machine. It seemed that Bulma created an excellent machine for him, but after its first maiden voyage...who knew what could go wrong now? It certainly has been a while since he used it, but Trunks put his fate into it as he started lifting off the ground. He waved goodbye to his mother and aunt as he was whisked away into the air and disappeared.
Inisde the time stream, Trunks moped as he looked at a picture of him and Gohan. They were so happy then... Trunks found tears flowing down his face before he wiped them away, cursing himself for it. A saiyajin prince wasn't supposed to show emotions... BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! The purple-haired boy snapped up and saw that the red light was flashing, indicating he was heading towards an electrical field. As the time machine passed through, it started screwing with the coordinates and anything else electrical.
"No!" Trunks gasped as the time machine lurched violently, tossing him all over the place. CRACK! His head hit the side of the glass, knocking him out. His limp hand hit a button, and a rip opened in the time stream. He did not know where he was going...
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Somewhere very familiar...
"...!" The dark-haired young man glanced upwards, seeing a flash of light above him and flew back just in time to avoid a machine of some sort crashing into him.
"...The hell?" He asked himself as he flew towards the damaged flying vehicle embedded in a building. Many onlookers gathered around, confused on what was going on. He pushed through the crowd, and saw that there was blood inside the glass dome. The young man inside apparently bashed the side of his head against it. He didn't know how to open it, so he used his cell phone to ping away the glass, and the young man tumbled out of it. He was slightly concious enough to utter a word.
"...G...Gohan..." The young man whispered before he passed out in his arms. He looked worriedly around him, glaring at the crowd to let him through. He certainly didn't want to drop the stranger when they were about 50 feet up in the air. He flew quickly to a nearby building...one that said 'Wishfixers' on the side.