Author's Note: This story is called "Watashi no Mirai, Watashi no Nozomi"
[aka WNM,WNN], which translates, at least to me, My Future, My Hope. This
story dates twenty years after Trunks was twenty-six. All of the DBZ
characters belong to Toriyama or whatever, you know the drill. Kare, Dean
Morris, the new androids, and especially Storm, Cloud, and Rayne are MY
original characters! They're MINE, so no one can touch them! Anyhow, I made
it so when Trunks is 26, Goten is 25, Bra is 17, and Pan is 16, okay? Anyway,
I'm boring you, so yadayadayada.......... Enjoy the story! Ja ne!)
Prologue-
"The Future and Past entwined together in a never-ending weave
Both groups shall fight, laugh, love, and grieve
All six must fight together to save this place in wartime
But peace shall come to all in good time
The Four Last, the Final Prince, the Rain
Their road to peace will be covered with tearstains."
-Part of a song called, "The Future and Past"
Two teenage girls were dragged kicking and screaming towards the cryogen
capsules.
"Otousan! Please! Don't do this! We can help!" one of the girls screamed,
her bright eyes pleading.
"Daddy! Let go of me!" the other girl begged, her dark eyes staring hard
into her father's pain-filled ones.
"Be quiet, Princess," the first girl's father grunted, not letting his
daughter see the pain in his eyes. "Once we've defeated these androids, we'll
come back for you."
"It shouldn't take a long time for us to defeat them," the second girl's
father added. Two men, much younger than the two fathers, watched as the two
girls were forced into the capsules.
"Otousan!" the first girl screamed, then glared accusingly at the older
of the men. "How could you let him do this to us, brother?"
"Oji, stop him!" the other girl pleaded with the other man. The first man
frowned and looked away from her accusing eyes, his matching ones downcast.
The other grimaced, and said softly, "Please, it'll only be for a little
while. A week at the most. Don't be frightened." The first father forced his
daughter into one of the cryogen capsules, and closed it.
"Iie! Daddy!" the first girl shrieked as he pressed the button and the
cryogenized air began filling the capsule. A sleet of white began forming
over the girl's squirming body. The writhing girl suddenly froze, her eyes
filmed over with the whiteness. The other girl cried out in horror and tried
to yank herself from her father's firm grip.
"Iie! Iie!" she yelled, kicking wildly at him. Her father ignored her
futile blows and grimly forced her into the next capsule.
Closing the lid and pressing the button, he whispered, "Don't worry. I'll
come for you no matter what." His daughter's grief-stricken eyes met his as
they clouded over while the cryogen froze her body. The four men stood for a
long moment, staring at the two girls' frozen faces as if to memorize them.
"Well, let's go fight the androids," the youngest man, looking no older
than twenty-five, said softly. Suddenly the other young man, a year older
than the other, frowned.
"Why are there five cryogen capsules?" he asked. "Okaasan didn't say she,
Chi-Chi, and Aunt Videl were planning to join them." The two men turned to
face them, blank expression on their faces.
"We cannot afford to have any of the future generation killed," the first
girl's father said sternly.
"Then who-" the youngest man began, then gasped as a single punch from
the second girl's father sent him unconscious to the floor.
"Oi-" the other young man began to protest, then a blow from his father
silenced him, and he joined his friend in the realms of unconsciousness.
"I'm sorry," the younger of the fathers sighed, hefting his brother onto
his shoulder and placing him in the third capsule. He pressed the button and
watched as his little brother froze. The other father had already placed his
son in the next capsule, and stood staring at the iced-over figure.
"Do you think defeating the androids will be as easy as we made it out to
be, Vegeta?" the younger father asked sadly, turning to face the shorter man.
The other man frowned.
"Iie," he said simply, then turned and stalked from the room, not looking
back. The other father lingered, taking one last look at his daughter and
brother's faces.
"Someone will come for you. Even if it isn't me," he promised softly.
"Sleep well, Trunks. Bra. Brother Goten. Aishiteru, Pan." Then the father
turned and walked slowly from the silent room, turning the lights off and
locking the door behind him.
To be continued…….