Mirai Trunks' Homecoming. I decided to take a break from my other Fan Fiction and write a short story about what Mirai Trunks did after he returned to his time line and right after he finished off all the androids.
Trunks hovered above the body of the once feared #17. He had beaten Cell and #18 the day before. His mother still awaited her son to return. He floated down towards 17's still sparking head. The android was still alive, but wouldn't be for long. "Why do you want to destroy?" Trunks bent down beside the severed head and spoke with disgust and hatred.
"Whyyyyy don't you?" 17's black hair was almost completely gone, and cracks spread across his pulverized skull.
"Bad choice of words." Trunks stood back up and placed his hand over his own head. 17's head began to float, Trunks threw his hand skywards and the sparking head was flung high into the air. "Good-bye you BBBBAAAASSSSTTTTAAAARRRDDDD!!!!!" Trunks screamed with rage as he shot into super saiyan and threw an enormous attack at 17's head. Within moments the thing that threatened the very existence of earth, was gone. Trunks let his golden hair fall back into its normal light purpled form. A sharp wind picked up and flowed across the shattered city. Buildings and skyscrapers lay in shambles. Just a short time ago this barren place was a city, where children could run and be free, but now..... those once happy children were lucky to be alive. "What will become of me now? What will become of the earth? Nothing is here.... Death and devastation is all that this world is good for. Civilization is gone, nothing good will happen anytime soon." A few small tears rolled down his face. He lifted himself off the ground with no real effort, and began his journey home. "I wonder what Buruma looks like?" With a flash of light he was gone.
Trunks passed over small villages that had 100 people at most. He stopped by a few of them, and told them that the threat was over, and they were free. Trunks received many gifts and kisses from many girls, but he still had to leave to see his mother, who would be surprised to see his short hair. When he finally did reach the place he called home, it was quiet and only small noises could be heard. Banging and hammering. "I wonder what she's building now?" He quickly found his way back to his mother, who was in her lab, she sat in the middle of garbage and tools. A smile came across his stern, emotionless face. "How long have you been working here?"
"AHHH" Buruma let out her scream and turned in astonishment to see her son. "TRUNKS!" She got up and ran towards her son, she flung her arms around his neck and squeezed as hard as she could. "DON"T DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!" She scolded him in a playful voice. "I like your hair! So why is it that you wont let me cut it, but you will let someone else?"
"You did cut it, in a way." He smiled and she couldn't help but laugh. She had aged since he saw her last, but she was still the same mother he had always had, and he had aged as well.
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Trunks hovered above the body of the once feared #17. He had beaten Cell and #18 the day before. His mother still awaited her son to return. He floated down towards 17's still sparking head. The android was still alive, but wouldn't be for long. "Why do you want to destroy?" Trunks bent down beside the severed head and spoke with disgust and hatred.
"Whyyyyy don't you?" 17's black hair was almost completely gone, and cracks spread across his pulverized skull.
"Bad choice of words." Trunks stood back up and placed his hand over his own head. 17's head began to float, Trunks threw his hand skywards and the sparking head was flung high into the air. "Good-bye you BBBBAAAASSSSTTTTAAAARRRDDDD!!!!!" Trunks screamed with rage as he shot into super saiyan and threw an enormous attack at 17's head. Within moments the thing that threatened the very existence of earth, was gone. Trunks let his golden hair fall back into its normal light purpled form. A sharp wind picked up and flowed across the shattered city. Buildings and skyscrapers lay in shambles. Just a short time ago this barren place was a city, where children could run and be free, but now..... those once happy children were lucky to be alive. "What will become of me now? What will become of the earth? Nothing is here.... Death and devastation is all that this world is good for. Civilization is gone, nothing good will happen anytime soon." A few small tears rolled down his face. He lifted himself off the ground with no real effort, and began his journey home. "I wonder what Buruma looks like?" With a flash of light he was gone.
Trunks passed over small villages that had 100 people at most. He stopped by a few of them, and told them that the threat was over, and they were free. Trunks received many gifts and kisses from many girls, but he still had to leave to see his mother, who would be surprised to see his short hair. When he finally did reach the place he called home, it was quiet and only small noises could be heard. Banging and hammering. "I wonder what she's building now?" He quickly found his way back to his mother, who was in her lab, she sat in the middle of garbage and tools. A smile came across his stern, emotionless face. "How long have you been working here?"
"AHHH" Buruma let out her scream and turned in astonishment to see her son. "TRUNKS!" She got up and ran towards her son, she flung her arms around his neck and squeezed as hard as she could. "DON"T DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!" She scolded him in a playful voice. "I like your hair! So why is it that you wont let me cut it, but you will let someone else?"
"You did cut it, in a way." He smiled and she couldn't help but laugh. She had aged since he saw her last, but she was still the same mother he had always had, and he had aged as well.
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