The Untold Story of Trunks
Chapter I
Rain fell around a lonely, grief-stricken boy. Trunks stood beside the blood-soaked body of his father, crying hysterically. His entire village and been mercilessly slaughtered by a band of crusaders on a mission to purify the world of his kind, the Saiyans. All of his friends… his family… gone. His sister and mother were not there, so he automatically assumed that they had been taken. The purple-haired boy remebered his father, Vegita, and thought of all the things they had done together in the past seven years of his life. He thought of what his father had taught him; how to fight. He taught him how to never give up no matter how many times he failed or was knocked down. This was the pride of the Saiyans. He remembered his father teaching him the way of the blade. Each day was spent training so that some day he would become as strong as his fater. Vegita had loved him. He never really showed it to him and his mother, but they both knew that he would risk his own life for the well being of his family.
His mind switched over to his mother, Bulma. She was human but he loved her just the same. She had provided him with the love and happiness that every child should experience. She had encouraged him to be just like his father.
Finally, he turned his mind little sister, Bula. She had been only four years old. So young and yet, already so beautiful. He had loved her more than anyone else in his family. They weren't like normal siblings. They both shared things together, they played together, and they both would never let the other out of their sight.
Suddenly, his tears turned to a burning rage. Why has this happened to me? He asked himself. Why has this happened to them? What have we done to deserve this? I hate humans, we risk our lives for them, but they do nothing but hurt us, hunt us! Why…?!
Trunks couldn't stand it anymore. He fell to his knees screaming and pounding the earth. "WHY!!!" He screamed. It seemed that the whole world would have heard him. He felt like tearing his hair out. His life had been ruined by a bunch of freaking humans that didn't appreciate all of the things that Saiyans did for them.
Suddenly, it seemed as though the world was going explode. A huge shockwave shot from his body and rocked the entire wood that he lived in. Trees toppled over and crevices in the surface of the ground opened up. Trunks's body began to ache. He couldn't bear it. The pain was too intense. He screamed loud and long, then began to change. His straight flowing hair turned from a light purple to a bright blinding blonde. A flood of energy enveloped him in a cloak of yellow light. The color of his eyes turned from blue to a bright green. Pain continued to rack his body. With every pulsation of pain there was another shockwave. As each wave became stronger, so did the pain. He had become a Super Saiyan.
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Three weeks had passed since the village had been destroyed and Trunks was the only one left. For most of the day he would be training and continuing his studies just to keep his mind off of his family. He had buried his father in the village graveyard. Every night though he would cry himself to sleep thinking of those he had loved.
During the time that he was alone he learned many new technique and abilities. He had learned to move things with his mind. He learned to fly and to manipulate energy. But in all of this he couldn't seen to let his mind off of his family. He missed them so much.
Some day, he thought, someday I am going to hunt these people down and make them pay for what they have done to my people!
