Kids of the Future

By Lilith-Shii

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, no matter how much I would like to, but I own the twenty people about to appear in the fic!

A/N: This fanfic is based on Mirai Trunks. There are many things I always wondered, and I decided to make a fanfic of it. I loved the fact that I tried my hardest to keep Trunks in character, but if it doesn't work out, oh well!

Chapter One: Saving My World

So distant this day is going to be. The closer the day came to change the future, the closer Trunks felt himself about to blow from the continuing destruction of West City. He wanted to look around for the moment, for the more children and people that were lost in the City. After Gohan died, his heart was still in pain. So he would do a promise for Gohan that will forever live in him. To save the future; with first he had to help the kids. Sixteen years old, he had to wait another year. He hated it, for this fact he wanted to save the future, knowing that nothing will change, or bring back the families and loved ones that are lost, he found it perfectly worth to save the remaining survivors and protect the woman of his life, his mother.

He sat on the newly repaired roof of Capsule Corp., watching the dawn rise while remaining silent. The night has always been so quiet, since the androids seem to let their restless selves lay during the time. Trunks had woken up early to start his job, to search for any people in the heap of junk to take them back here to the land of Capsule Corp., to keep them protected. He was unable to identify with the dawn, since some say it was a new beginning. It won't be for a couple of months now, until he felt that he could be able to control the future.

"I really do wonder what Dad was like…"

He sighed, and jumped off the roof and landed on the hard, rubble ground. He cracked his knuckles, and walked back inside to grab what he needed for the trip. He wanted to leave in secrecy so that is mother had no clue of his actions nor of his whereabouts. Not to worry her, but to make sure she won't follow him. But, it had failed when he spotted her at the kitchen table, where his sword rested against the third cherry wood chair. He cursed in his head, and stood nervously on the first step.

"Where are you going, Trunks? There hasn't been news of the androids on the radio…"

"Well…" Trunks started, and sat down on the step. His lips turned into a slight pout and his arms wrapped around his knees. He looked at his mother, who held a little frown on her face. "I'm just sick and tired of the androids killing people day after day! I wanted to save as much people as I could and keep them here…Please mother? I have to; I can't let this go on! I know your working hard on the time machine, and everything is stressed out, but I want to do-"

"Say no more." Bulma smiled, and stood up and walked over to Trunks. It has only been three years since of Gohan's death, and she knew he was still hurt deep down inside. He masked it well, but with those blue eyes that he had from Bulma, it was more difficult. Bulma missed Vegeta like mad, deep in her heart, it seemed Trunks was a…present to her from Vegeta. It had to be. At times, when they were together, the air was filled with tense arguments and heated glares, but underneath it all was just…hot passion dwelling up. And out of the passion, made a young warrior. She lowered herself onto her knees, and hugged him tightly. She patted him on the back, and closed her eyes, "Go ahead. But it can't be here. It has to be a shelter that the androids won't be able to find. Underground maybe."

Trunks nodded, and stood up. His hair brushed lightly against his cheeks, he noticed that it has been getting longer and it was time to cut it. He would do it on his own time, right now; he had to save what was left of people.

BAM! Trunks' body dropped to the hard, cold ground against the rubble of West City. He grumbled under his breath, and his grip around his sword tightened. He growled and pushed himself up to actually get himself to see the androids. Silence filled the air. This scared him; he flew up into the empty building and leaned against the wall. He had to think, he had to think quickly since he already gathered thirteen people, and twenty was his goal. But, he knew it was going to be unsuccessful. They must of left, since he didn't hear anyone taunting for him. His body throbbed, and ached while blood trickled down his throat. He lowered his head, and coughed up blood for the moment before regaining his strength. He flew down under a shaft where the thirteen were hidden. Trunks walked down the stairs, and coughed, he looked down and held a small smile.

"It's safe…"

"Trunks!" A young woman yelled, and quickly took his arm. In her other arm, she held a small baby in her arms. Her golden eyes gazed at him in concern, and settled him with the others. Two boys, exactly twins, gazed at the warrior with large concern. Both of their bright blue eyes searched each trace of an injury on him.

"Ea (A-ya), he has an open wound on his chest, and a broken arm it seems! We have to take him to Ms. Briefs. She'll be able to heal him, not us!" The boys said at the same time, clinching their hands together. Ea nodded, and pulled Trunks up with her.

"Sonichi, please hold Akita, I need to hold up Trunks." One of the twins nodded, his long, blonde hair waving with his movements as he lifted the baby girl, Akita from Ea. He looked down at Akita, smiling slightly while she yawned and clanged onto him. Ea held onto Trunks, and managed to pull his arm over her shoulder. "Thank you, Trunks-kun…" She said softly, before pulling the Trunks with her, while the kids followed.

A/N: Yes, I know, confusing yes? Well, once they get Trunks to Capsule Corp., all of the kids will have their little story to tell Bulma. And I promise in the future chapters, I will write the intense battle scenes between Trunks the androids.