This is a remaster version of my recently finished story History of Trunks Part 2. Other than fixing spelling errors and wording issues, the goal is to make the story a more DBZ immersion factor. All review responses in later chapters are cut. All notes I had placed in the middle of chapters will be moved to the end and explained in more detail. Also I will be posting this as I modify the chapters. No schedule. I may post 6-7 chapters at once one night, do one the next, then not have one until a few days. I have conflicting schedules. Simply because something isn't updated for 7 days is no reason to assume "Another abandoned story". If you're THAT curious what happens next, you can read the unmodified version. It just might have some errors but will mostly be the same.

Everything was in ruin. Destruction far beyond the level I was capable imagining.

I lived my life under the terror of mechanical monsters. And yet, what I witnessed that day. . .

My master laid unconscious several streets away while the only other friend in my life was writhing in pain. What he said. What he asked me to do. That's what steeled my resolve to destroy any evil, first sight.

"Do it." He looked at me, grunting in pain with a awkward smirk. "Strike me down."

"But!" My words had caught. We had lost so many people. We thought once we met him, he could help us save our world!

He smiled an honest smile. "It's been an honor to be your friend, Trunks." He lowered his head as I drew the sword he handed me.

Tears welled up as I closed my eyes. "Tapion. . ." I swung my blade. The blade he handed down to me.

Memories of a warrior, held long in the back of his mind. A man who's come back to his home to reclaim it. Through his hardships, both past and present, he reflects on everything that brought him here today. This. . . is Trunks Briefs. History showed only one goal for him to accomplish, but what else lies down his road of life. . .

A Story Not Finished

Trunks sat completely still in the center of the destroyed city. In his lap was the sword he was handed that day.

His resolve was cold. Today was his day to finally strike down evil. His first day back from the past.

Hard to believe that memory took place when I was only 10. His grip tightened on his blade. Not even three years later, I lose Gohan.

His eyes snap open in an icy stare. No more chances. Any threat I find is dead on arrival.

The clapping sound of walking on concrete made itself known as Trunks looked directly forward. He slowly stood, placing his sword on his back. The sound grew louder until a creature stepped out from the destroyed alleys.

"Hmmmmm. . . ." It looked at him.

Trunks glared daggers at it. "Bout' time you made it, Cell."

The creature flinched at the casual greeting. "hmm, how interesting. How is it you know that name?" He looked Trunks up and down. "Well, perhaps that is not the first question I should ask. You look quite different from what I assumed, Trunks. But never mind that. Where are the androids?"

Trunks chuckled humorlessly. "Here I've been searching for them, too. The one time I hunt them, and they're one step ahead of me." Trunks then glared back at Cell. "But then I remembered you should have been on their trail too. I decided to just sit and wait for you to come by. After I'm done killing you, hunting the androids will be a lot less stressful without competition."

Cell growled at the boy's arrogance. He then chuckled, his shoulders shaking from the contained laughter. "Boy, you have no idea who you're speaking to."

Trunks now had the sense of de ja vu, putting a smile on his face. "You know, Frieza said the same thing to me once. Several times, in fact. You'll end up like him soon enough."

Cell chuckled more violently. "You're an awful bluff. Frieza has long since been dead before you were born. Enough nonsense! I'll put an end to you quickly." Cell charged as Trunks powered up to Super Saiyan.

Not fight minutes had gone by within the city before a screeching scream sounded, and it was followed by a giant flash of light, engulfing half the city.

Within the crater, Trunks stood, powering down to normal and sheathing his sword. "No more Cell. No more perfect form to worry about." He looked to the East, sensing life forces being wiped out quickly.

"Now for faggoty Andy and back-on-the raggedy Anne."

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"Honestly! I can't believe you." The blonde strolled through the streets, seething anger. The raven haired boy floated nonchalantly behind her, sending a blast off into the city. A high pitch scream is cut short by an explosion.

"What? I don't see the point in being mad." He spoke with a knowing smirk. He knew exactly what he did to piss her off.

Not wanting to go through this argument for the. . . well after this many years, even a machine loses count. "Ugh, you're such a child. Why do I put up with you?"

"DIE!" A bullet bounces off of 18's shoulder harmlessly. She glances over to the pale policeman. The man looked ready to soil himself.

17 chuckled. "Ordinarily I love seeing you kill people, sis, but I feel sorry for that guy." He said this, mainly to scare the man further as 18 already disappeared, crushing the man against the brick wall of a building.

The man tried to struggle, but she quickly blew off both the man's legs with two small blasts. She tossed the torse sized man into the street as he screamed in pain. He tried to crawl away, but she stomped onto his back, blasting off his left arm as well. She flipped him over with a kick so his shock and pained face stared at her cold eyes.

The man waited for death, until a shadow caught the android's attention. The man looked over to fight a lavender haired teen with a sword on his back, a blue Capsule Corp jacket, black sleeveless shirt underneath, black pants, and boots. The half dead man's face instantly lit with a small glimmer of hope. All of humanity had found out by now the small group of fighters capable of slowing the android assaults. Many people had managed to get away many times due to their involvements. They also took note whenever the previous main fighter stopped appearing, but kept hope with the continued appearances of one Trunks Briefs.

"Well, look who decided to show today." 17 cheered.

Trunks ignored him, keeping his stare at 18, who still had her foot on the man below her. "I suggest you to let him go."

18 ignores the warning, blasting the man below her in the head. "You don't tell a lady what to do, brat."

Without warning, his super saiyan fist sends her flying across the city. He stands in full power with his own cold expression. "You're no lady."

Trunks disappears as 17's attack from behind hits nothing but air. "What?! Where is he?"

18's scream caught his attention as she rocketed into the wall beside him, back smoking from a blast with her bleeding onto the ground, unconscious.

"How in the hell?" He turned to find Trunks standing five feet in front of him.

"It's funny." Trunks commented, taking 17 off guard. "I've feared your power all my life, yet one small trip to the past, and now your power is nothing but insignificant."

17's face contorted in anger. "What nonsense is that?! Who are you?! You're not human!"

Trunks smirked. "You're half right." No movement was detected before Trunks' fist uppercut 17 into the sky. The android spun to a halt, charging his strongest blast and sending it down at the saiyan. The attack connects, destroying the entire block, but Trunks slowly rises from the smoke. "Tell you what. You get two more chances to kill me before I kill you."

"Don't play games with me, fool!" 17 charges him, charging up a ball of energy to release point blank. Just before releasing it on Trunks, the super saiyan is gone, replaced by the unconscious blonde. 17's ball hits the unconscious 18, sending her into the ground, heavily injured. "Wha. . . How did you. . ."

Trunks' foot connects with 17's back, smacking the android into the ground. "That's two. You get one more try."

17 struggles to get up. 17 was in disbelief. "You easily dodged my attack, yet you actually took the time to set it up so my attack his my sister! You're a monster!"

Trunks smiled. It was a true saiyan smile. Vegeta would be proud. "Feels awful, doesn't it? The way each of these people feel?"

17 snarled in anger, charging Trunks only to be halted by a jab to his jaw. This chains into a punching drill of Trunks rapidly pounding 17's face, chest, and gut. An ending axe kick plants 17 firmly into the ground. Trunks holds him down with his foot before blasting the downed enemy repeatedly with small rapid beams.

Upon stopping, the back of 17's shirt was ripped apart, as was a good deal of his back. The android was still alive, barely. Trunks examined 18, seeing her barely alive as well. He rose into the air, charging two attacks aimed at the two.

However, he lowered his arms, letting the energy subside. I lets out an open sigh. As soon as he started this hunt, he was told one thing.

"I understand if you kill them first chance, but if you could bring one or both of them back alive, I have an idea I want to try." A familiar older woman's voice sounded.

He groaned. I could just blast them anyway. His attacks charged again out of instinct of wanting to kill them. However, he restrained himself. But if mom has something she wants to test, its best to see what it is.

Trunks pulls 17 out of the ground by the wrist before not so gently dragging him towards 18. Trunks used his free hand to grab her by the ankle as he took off into the sky, disgusted with the company he carries.

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"YOU IDIOT!" A pan smacked into the now normal state Trunks in the back of the head. "Okay! When you told me about toying with Frieza and letting him have three chances to kill you, I let that slide BECAUSE you were a super saiyan. I didn't consider that too big a deal." Bulma took a moment to collect herself, then fail by exploding again. "Why the hell did you let 17 get those chances?! What do you have to say young man?!"

Trunks rubbed the sore spot and looked away, embarrassed. "Nothing bad happened. I know when I'm in control of the situation."

Bulma huffed. "Vegeta claimed the same thing! So did you when you first confronted both androids alone, or have you forgotten!"

Trunks rubbed the back of his head with a nervous smile. "hehe. . . sorry."

Bulma sighed. "Anyway, at least we have both of them." Her expression finally changed away from anger. "I went to Dr. Gero's lab where you said it was. I found all sorts of neat stuff there, but I didn't find that android 19 you told me about. I have his plans, however."

Trunks seemed surprised. "His plans were there, but he wasn't? Could Gero have had any other labs?"

Bulma shook her head. "If he did, they operate separate from each other. This one was his primary one, so any others won't hold any new information."

Trunks nodded. "Well," He glanced at the now hooked up androids in the Briefs lab. "Do you mind telling me what your idea is? I can't wait to blast those two."

Bulma chuckled. "Well, it's a surprise. Give me some time, and I'll tell you." She gave him a playful wink as she shoo'd him out of her lab.

Trunks, upon being thrust outside, spoke his thoughts. "Why do I feel like things aren't over yet?"

Surprises? Didn't anyone know Trunks hates those? What could Bulma possibly have in store for the androids, and how will Trunks respond? Find out next time! ON DRAGON BALL Z!