Hey Everyone! What's good?

I'm back with a new fanfic and this happens to be my first DBZ fic, so I'm really excited. This story is about Trunks and his return back to the future after Cell's defeat. In this story you will be seeing a different Trunks. At the beginning he will develop a sort of dark personality so I'm warning you guys beforehand. I guess you can say he'll become a sadist. Just so you know he won't be like this throughout the whole story, so you can all relax.

There aren't many good fics with this pairing so I decided to give it a shot.

There will be violence, rape, sex as well as other things, so those of you who don't like reading gruesome things; this isn't the fic for you. I'm letting you know now so I can avoid any annoying reviews about me being sadistic or a monster.

This prologue has been done in first person.

Now onto the story!

Pairing: Trunks and Android 18

Taken

Prologue

On the day of my departure, I had a chance to say farewell to all of my friends and family from the past, well… except for one person of course. I would have loved to thank Goku for all of his help; the sacrifice he had made for the planet was the most selfless thing I had ever seen in my young life.

He had surprised me even more when he had turned down the wish to be brought back to life. Of course Gohan was saddened by his decision, but in the end he understood and accepted his role as earth's new protector. When I think about it I can't help but smile. Like mother said, Goku would never turn down a chance to go on another adventure.

I was thankful to the others for wishing me back, though their actions were expected, there were plenty of other things they could have used that wish for. Krillin's wish to turn the androids into humans caught me off guard, but secretly I hoped it was successful. There was still a part of me that held hatred for them and I guess that might because of what I had experienced in my own time. Nonetheless, Shenron was not capable of granting the wish, so it was a moot point regardless.

Though the dragon wasn't able to grant that wish, Krillin still had another idea. Instead of turning them back into humans, he asked the dragon to remove the explosives that Dr. Gero had planted inside them during their creation. This wish was within the dragon's power, so it was granted which made Piccolo and the others feel a little more relaxed.

Consciously I decided that I would stay one more day before returning to the future. I was tired so I didn't feel like traveling through time, but the real reason I decided to stay is so I can spend one last day with my mother and father. I wanted to enjoy having a complete family, something that me and my mother were missing back home.

Once we were done at Dende's lookout, Gohan, Krillin, Yamcha and I took are leave. Flying down the larger than life tower, the four of us split up. Gohan and Krillin flew east, I could only assume they were going to see Chi-Chi to tell her the bad news about Goku's death and decision not to be revived.

On the other hand, Yamcha and I flew south since we were both heading to West city. While we were on our way, he told me something that I never thought I'd hear.

"My father did that? Are you sure?" I asked in disbelief.

Yamcha smiled, "Yeah he went ballistic! When he saw you get killed he went bonkers. He attacked cell like I've never seen him attack before."

Incredulously I stared back with an awe struck face. "You've got to be kidding me!" It was almost unbelievable. My father the man who cares for no one but his self-did that for me. With a small chuckle a smile crept upon my face, "Well I'll be damned…"

After meeting my father three years ago I had always thought he was well…Sort of a prick, but I loved him nonetheless. He was my father after all, whether it was past, present or future was totally irrelevant. I was the son of the Saiyan prince and I couldn't be more proud of that fact.

Now I was outside of Capsule Corp receiving a sendoff from everyone that I'd new I'd miss was once I returned to the future. Master Roshi, Chi-Chi, Gohan, my grandparents, they were all there. Even mini me was there being cradled in my mother's arms. I could only hope that he would turn out like me, but only time will tell.

Before climbing into the time machine, I walked to my mother. She said she was proud of me and told me to be careful, you know the typical mother treatment that we are all so familiar with.

Then I turned to my father who was leaning against a tree looking as stoic as ever. I already knew he wasn't the touchy feely type, so seeing him like that only made me smile. I was shocked to see him give me a peace sign. It wasn't much, but it was enough for me. Maybe he would turn out to be good father for little me after all.

Looking into his eyes my mind wondered back to the conversation we had the night before…

Father and I were inside the training room and we had just got done sparring under two-hundred gravity pressure. Even after becoming an ascended Saiyan, you would think two-hundred gravity pressures would be child's play for me, but I was still sore as hell. While I patted my face with a dry towel to remove the sweat, only one thing ran through my mind at that very moment. Dad is a lunatic when it comes to training…

"Trunks we need to talk," he said while tossing me a cold bottle of water.

Catching the bottle with one hand, I raised a brow, "About what father?"

Before answering my question he motioned for me to sit down on the bench next to him. Obliging, I walked over to the metal bench and took a seat at his side. At first he didn't say anything just sat there. Like any other time, he wore a serious expression on his face. His eyes seemed extremely focused, more than usual if you ask me.

I myself was beginning to become more anxious than ever, this is the closest thing we've had to father son bonding and that includes our time together in the hyperbolic time chamber. There we hardly even spoke during the whole year, we just trained on our own unlike Goku and Gohan who helped each other become stronger. When Gohan had perfected Super Saiyan 2, I had wondered if I would have been able to accomplish it if my father had been in my corner, but I quickly dismissed that thought as soon as it came.

Right now, I was just grateful to be able to spend any time with him at all. Besides I was an ascended Saiyan, in my book that's a lot to be proud of.

"So…What are you going to do son?" He suddenly asked me. He didn't turn to make eye contact with me, instead his eyes focused straight ahead as he awaited my answer.

I didn't really know how to answer his question, so I answered his question with one of my own, "What do you mean?"

Father let out a deep sigh before replying, "You know what I'm talking about Trunks." The seriousness in his voice was clear, so I knew it had to be an important topic. I actually had a feeling, but I wasn't quite sure so I stayed quiet and waited for him to continue. "The androids…How do you intend on handling them?"

The question had me stumped. What did he mean how am I going to handle them? As soon as I got back to the future I was going to destroy them as well as Cell and be done with the whole thing. "I don't understand…"

My answer must have upset him because I could see his eyes narrowed as soon as the words left my mouth. "Those androids destroyed the future and took everything that's dear to you, how do you plan on dealing with those two now that the shoe is on the other foot?"

Now I was beginning to understand what he was asking me, "You want to know where my head is right now. Correct?" When he didn't respond to my question I already knew that was a yes. "There's not much for me to do father… I'm going to kill them and be done with it so the world can finally be at peace."

For a few moments he just sat there staring at me blankly. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was at a loss for words, but I was way off base. Suddenly he started laughing that deep burly condescending laugh that annoyed mother to no end.

"What's so funny?" I growled. It didn't make sense, why was he making light of such a serious topic?

When he had settled down and all his chuckling had come to an end, his face returned to the usual stoic look I had grown accustom to. "Listen boy…You come from an elite warrior race that is nearly extinct. We Saiyans are very prideful people regardless of our upbringing. That being said we can also be very spiteful…" he continued on. "All that is waiting for you upon your return is your mother and you'd best take care of her," his last few words were spoken in a stern tone.

To be honest I didn't really know where he was going with all of this. In my opinion he was making something easy sound very difficult. Nonetheless I kept quiet and let him finish what he was saying. I really wasn't in the mood for another scolding.

"What I'm trying to tell you is it doesn't matter how nice you're…Revenge is the sweetest pleasure for a Saiyan. The only one who is an exception is Kakarot."

Suddenly my eyes widened in question, "Why is Goku different?"

Father's eyes narrowed in annoyance, "When Kakarot was an infant he suffered a severe head injury which altered his personality drastically. I'm sure your mother told you this at some point."

Yes as a matter of fact she did tell me. I remember I was thirteen when she had decided to tell me everything that she knew about my heritage. By the end of the story I was shocked and I didn't know how to feel about myself. I didn't know how to feel about anything. All of my emotions were conflicted. For a while I wondered if I was a monster. With all the sins of my ancestors I couldn't help but feel that way.

It wasn't until I finally talked to Gohan that I truly understood who and what I was. He told me to remember that I was half human as well as Saiyan and that I shouldn't punish myself for something that I had no control of. After talking to him I had felt much better about myself. Too bad he won't be there to greet me when I return.

"Anyways that is the reason why Kakarot is the carefree bastard you know today," he grunted.

"Well…That makes sense," I replied hesitantly. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say at this point so I just winged it.

Suddenly a devilish smirk appeared on his face, "Did you see what happened to Gohan during his battle with Cell. Instead of ending the fight, he toyed with him when he should have killed him and do you know why that is?"

When I shook my head he continued, "Because of revenge..."

"Revenge?" I repeated.

Father nodded, "Yes, revenge was what Gohan was focused on. He wanted that monster to pay for all the pain and suffering he had caused. Unlike his father, Gohan isn't as forgiving which is expected."

Now I was starting to understand where he was going with all of this. "Father if you're worried about that happening to me you can relax. I'm not going to-

"Yes you will," he interrupted. "Not only are you a Saiyan but you are my son. The cold blood that courses through my veins flows through yours as well. As much as I've changed over the years revenge is the still the sweetest form of pleasure for me. So it goes without saying that you are the same."

What was he saying? Was he telling me I should enjoy inflicting pain on those who have wronged me? He couldn't be serious. Does he really want me to torture my enemies? "Father I don't understand…What are you saying?"

His dark eyes were now gazing into my own with a foreign intensity, "Enact your revenge son, but don't lose yourself in the process…"

Those words continued to replay over and over again in my head as I climbed into my time machine. Before setting the coordinates and initiating the launch sequence, I gazed at the people I would be leaving behind. All I could do was hope that earth's Special Forces could live on and keep this time safe for years to come. Goku wasn't there in person, but he was in spirit. Where ever he was I knew he was having the time of his life as he watched his friends and family mature with each passing day.

I had a lot of fun getting to know all of these people, but it was time to return to my own time. One last time I glanced at my mother who was happily waving to me. I was happy got to get to know her in her youth, she's not to different from how she is in the future. She was just as stubborn as her older self.

Speaking of stubbornness my eyes wondered over to my father who was still casually leaning against the oak tree. As usual his face remained impassive. He wasn't looking at me, which didn't come as a surprise; he already said his farewell so I couldn't expect anything else from him.

However his words from last night wouldn't stop echoing in my mind.

"Enact your revenge son…But don't lose yourself in the process…"

"I will take my revenge father…Those androids will regret the devastation that they have caused."

Exhaling I began to punch in the coordinates to send me home. The time machine than began to hover into the sky. I smiled and waved one last time at the people I would be leaving behind. I made sure not to get emotional, because I knew I would be coming back sooner or later. Pressing the final button, I initiated my trip back into the future.

The time machine started to shake a few times, before it disappeared into thin air. I was going back home to my own time to embrace my mother and to take back my pride. To take back what had been taken from me…

To be continued...

Well I hope you guys enjoyed the prologue, this fic isn't going to be that long since I already have another story that I'm focused on at the moment. Still I will work hard to make sure this fic a success and I'll try to update as frequently as possible.