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This is An Alternate-Universe Crossover, between Final Fantasy VII and Dragon Ball Z. The Time Frame is just after the Cell Saga and Trunks is on his way back home. And Sephiroth has just gone crazy in Nibelheim.
Thoughts
To Temp Fate
Chapter 1.
"Well this is it, it's time
for me to go," Trunks said to the gathered crowd as he prepped his time
machine for take off. "I still have to take care of the Androids in my time
line."
"Yeah, but with what you've
learned here, it shouldn't be a problem. Right?" Bulma asked her grown up
son, sounding a little worried. Imagine, her son, the last warrior of the world.
"It'll be a piece of
cake!" Trunks exclaimed with a thumbs up. He looked at the group assembled
before him, Gohan, Kurrilin, Yamcha, his mom and grandparents. A smirk appeared
on his face when he saw his younger self. He would miss them all. They were
great friends. For a while, they were the family he had always wanted but never
had.
His gaze finally fell upon the
figure standing next to a tree, the only one apart from the group. Vegitta. His
father. Even after the year they spent together in the Room of Spirit and Time,
Vegitta was still a mystery to him.
Perhaps that's how it was meant to
be. At least now he knew that underneath the arrogance and superiority, Vegitta
cared for him and his mom. After all, Vegitta did get mad when he died.
Vegitta stared at his son with
dispassionate eyes. "Hmmp. Don't expect a hug from me just because you're
my son."
"I wouldn't dream of
one," Trunks smirked. "Good-bye, father," he turned one last time
to his friends and waved good-bye before entering his time machine. The craft
hovered briefly in the air before vanishing.
Looking up at the sky, Vegitta's
lips curled into a smile. "Good bye, son."
Trunks leaned back on his chair
and closed his eyes. He was tired and now was as good a time as any to take a
nap. He was confident that the computer would stay on course while the ship
moved through the pathways of time. Besides, time travel always made him sleepy.
With a huge yawn, Trunks drifted
into a dreamless sleep, missing the flashing red light on his console. The time
machine encountered some type of warp in the pathways of time. The computer made
a decision and steered 20 degrees to the left of the anomaly, changing its
course and destination.
----
"How does it feel?"
Sephiroth asked a young recruit.
"Hun?" said Cloud as he
watched a girl with long brunette hair run off in tears. Tifa. He shook
his head and looked at the piercing green eyes of his commanding officer.
"How does what feel, sir?"
"It's your first time back to
your hometown in a long time, right?" asked Sephiroth. "So how does it
feel?" Cloud was about to reply, but Sephiroth continued on. "I
wouldn't know because I don't have a home town."
"But what about your parents,
sir?"
"My mother was Jenova, she
died right after giving birth to me. My father," here, Sephiroth began to
shake with a cold and hollow sounding laughter that sent a chill down Cloud's
spine. "What does it matter," he turned to a spiky black haired
SOLDIER. "Let's go."
They walked through the town in
silence, no one bothered them, and the people stayed inside their houses with
their doors locked and peeking through the cracks of closed windows. They came
to a stop at the front of an Inn and Sephiroth turned to face his subordinates.
"Zack and I will get our rooms," He looked at Cloud and one other
recruit, "there's no reason for both of you to be on guard. Cloud, you go
ahead and visit your family." with that, he turned and entered the
building, immediately followed by Zack.
Cloud spent the rest of the day
familiarizing himself with Nibelheim. He didn't know how to feel. When he had
seen Tifa sitting there, he wanted to go over and talk to her, but he just
couldn't. Too much time had passed, and he was ashamed that he never made it in
SOLDIER like he had promised her.
Nibelheim no longer felt like home
to him. Perhaps it never really was. He breathed a heavy sigh and got up from
his bed. His mother was in the kitchen, humming an old lullaby that he vaguely
remembered from his childhood.
"My how you've grown,"
She said. "I bet the girls just can't keep their hands off you."
"No, not really, mom,"
Cloud stated dryly.
"Oh? I'm surprised. Anyway I
think you need to get yourself a girlfriend. Someone older," She studied
his expression of distaste and broke into a smile. "Yes, that's what you
need, a nice girlfriend to take care of you."
----
The next day, Sephiroth and his
men, being led by a perky brunette named Tifa, set off for the Reactor at the
top of Mt. Nibel. The journey was not an easy one, but by high noon, they
finally reached their destination. Sephiroth and Zack entered alone despite
Tifa's protestations to the young recruit guarding her.
"What is that--that
thing?" Zack asked with a hint of fear in his voice. He quickly withdrew
his huge Buster sword and held the weapon with shaking hands.
Sephiroth studied the dying
creature, and his once emotionless eyes sparkled with fire. "NO!! Was this
how I was created? Hojo, you bastard!!" Sephiroth screamed as he drew
Masamune, the blade made an eerie sound as it cut through the air and slammed
against one of the Mako tanks.
Zack jumped backwards off the
platform that Sephiroth was on, barely in time to avoid being hit by one of
Sephiroth's wild swings. "What are you talking about? What's wrong with
you?"
Sephiroth ignored Zack, lost in
his own world, a world that was slowly crumbling around him. A monster!
he thought fiercely. Hojo has turned me into a monster! His arms were
growing tired, and his swings slowed to a stop as all his energy seemed to leave
him. I must know more. without a word or glance at Zack, he left the
reactor. Zack could do nothing but follow, confused and worried about his
commander.
----
The night was cool and refreshing.
Cloud took in long deep breaths as he stood outside Tifa's window. He didn't
really know what he was doing there, but he was leaving tomorrow. He had to see
her a least once more, if nothing else than to say sorry for disappointing her,
for not being strong enough to be in SOLDIER, and for not being able to be her
hero.
A large explosion to the north
startled him, and his eyes widened in horror when he saw the well at the center
of town being engulfed in flames. Instincts and hard training caused Cloud to
react faster than he realized. Before he knew it, he was running towards the
center of town. Only to be caught in a blast of black smoke that sent him
hurling backwards. He landed flat on his back, the wind in his lungs knocked
forcefully out, leaving him teetering on the verge of unconsciousness. He looked
up at the sky, and if he weren't so close to passing out, he would have sworn he
saw something metallic appear out of thin air.
----
Loud sirens and flashing lights
rudely awakened Trunks. It only took him a second to realize that something had
gone wrong, and he wasn't where he was supposed to be. He could feel a powerful
and malevolent presence at the edge of his senses but couldn't pin point its
location.
He looked outside the canopy, and
the sight of a town engulfed with flames greeted him. He hurriedly landed his
Time Machine and rushed out, not even bothering to turn it into a capsule.
The smell of burning flesh was
thick and to his acute Saiyajin nose, the smell made him want to vomit. He saw a
blue image to the north moving swiftly towards the mountains. Not knowing what
else to do, Trunks hurriedly followed.
The malevolent presence he felt
before seemed to grow stronger. It's palpable aura almost suffocating him. He
finally reached a large structure that looked vaguely like a power plant. The
whole place reeked of power and Trunks shivered slightly. He powered up to SSJ
before entering the building. His lank purple hair spiked up and turned golden.
His body grew leaner and his eyes shifted from a deep blue to a crystal green.
Ignoring his feeling of doom,
Trunks entered the structure. Inside, he saw a man with spiky black hair who
appeared to be dead, hunched over a container of some sort; blood dripping from
his temples.
A soft moan caught his attention,
and he moved to help a barely conscious girl. He knelt to his knees and gently
lifted her head to his lap. Her eyes opened and locked onto his. With a weak
voice, she whispered, "Cloud," before passing out.
He heard a cry of pain from the
room above, and laying the girl's head back down, Trunks stood to his feet as
the door slid open and out walked what appeared to be his twin.
Their eyes locked onto each other, soft sky-blue eyes vs. the piercing green eyes that Trunks possessed in
his SSJ form. Before either one of them realized what had happened, a huge blade
pierced through the young man's chest and laughter could be heard from inside
the upstairs room.
The blade was withdrawn slowly,
and the youth's body tumbled unceremoniously down the steps. Landing in a pool
of his blood. Trunks looked at the new figure, and he was almost completely
overwhelmed with trepidation. Whoever this person was, he was the source of the
growing power that Trunks had been sensing since his arrival.
The figure stood tall, almost a
full foot taller than Trunks himself, his long silver hair almost reached down
to his heels, and his eyes sparkled with the promise of future pain for whoever
was in his way. He walked down the stairs, making each step slow and deliberate,
completely ignoring all those around him.
Trunks could do nothing but watch,
spell-bound by the raw power that was barely being contained. After what seemed
like an eternity, the figure stepped out the door, and what ever spell he was in
seemed to lift.
"Kill, Sep...Sephiroth,"
said Trunk's physical twin, who surprisingly, was still alive. Drawing his sword
from its scabbard, Trunks nodded his head and ran after the fleeing figure.
He caught up with Sephiroth on the
bridge, over the Reactors core. The heat from the furnace biting uncomfortably
on Trunks skin. "Stop!" Trunks yelled in the most commanding voice he
could muster.
Sephiroth stopped in mid-step and
without looking back, he said. "Do not interfere stranger, and I promise
not to kill you until a later date."
Trunks gave a snort in reply and
with a loud KIA he lunged towards Sephiroth with his sword, hoping to skewer
this abomination. With lightning speed to rival even a Saiyajin, Sephiroth
parried Trunks sword with Masamune and quickly brought his sword up again for a
slash across Trunks chest.
Their swords clashed against each
other at speeds unfathomable by normal humans, but Sephiroth was already
wounded. His severe loss of blood was hindering his movements. He missed a
thrust to his gut, and Trunks' blade pierced through his stomach and out his
back.
"This can't be!"
Sephiroth exclaimed as he began to cough up blood.
Trunks lifted Sephiroth into the
air with his sword and with all his might, threw the silver haired warrior over
the bridge and into the swirling mako energy below.
There was a loud explosion, and
the world became an intense white light before turning into darkness as the
sweet oblivion of unconsciousness welcomed him.
End of Chapter 1.