MIRAI NO TERROR
By Genesis Nightshade
Chapter One
A New Future Reminiscent Of The Past
It's all over.
The thought raced through his head as he whizzed through the air back to the Capsule Corporation. There would be no more running, no more wondering when he would have to fight next or how many hundreds of people were suffering at any given moment. Juuana-gou and Juuhachi-gou were dead. Cell was dead. It was finally over.
But as he looked down at the cities being rebuilt and hundreds of people starting their lives over again, he realized that he shouldn't think of it as the end of a terror. It was the beginning of a new way of life that he had never known. There would be no more fighting. It was just the way that Gohan wanted it.
The youth landed on the lawn of the Capsule Corporation and caught sight of his mother in the front window. His lavender hair blew in the light wind and he fought back tears. Yes, the terror was over, but no one could restore what he had lost.
"Gohan…Tousan…"
He stood there for a few minutes, memories streaming through his brain. He tried to get a hold on his emotions. What would his father think if he saw him crying? It was disgraceful. He was a disgrace for even letting things get as out of hand as they had gotten. But it wasn't his fault. He had to keep telling himself that it wasn't his fault.
"Trunks!"
The youth quickly wiped his eyes with his palms as his mother came out of the house. It was still a little weird to see her this way, since he had become accustomed to her younger self when he was in the past. But she was the mother that had raised him when his father had been killed by those awful machines. Wrinkles were scattered over her aged face and blue hair with snatches of gray joined his by dancing in the breeze.
"It's over, Kaasan." Trunks said. "It's finally over."
Bulma ran over and embraced her son. He was no longer her little boy. He had helped to save two worlds, hers and the one of the past. She had also done her part. Without her time machine, her world would still be under the tyranny of the androids. Tears began to stream down her cheeks as she remembered the agony of the past years. Feeling the warm liquid on her face, she pulled away from her son.
"Why are you crying?" Trunks asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"I'm…I'm just so happy…" She let the tears run down her cheeks and let out a laugh.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
With both the androids and the evil Cell dead, there was nothing left to do but rebuild. Bulma spent hours at her computer, giving no explanation and showing no results. Trunks helped clear away some of the larger rubble on the streets, and couldn't help but laugh when other 'fighters' showed up to do the same. Even Mr. Satan, who was not quite as loud and overconfident in this world, offered his services, no matter how little they were needed.
Trunks couldn't help but notice the subtle differences between his world and the one of the past. Where the cold hand of the androids had softened Mr. Satan, they had made his mother less adventurous and others more fearful.
News reports continued over the radio and television, honoring Trunks for saving the world. Of course, he accepted none of their gifts. He turned down cars, houses, money, women, and everything else they offered him. There was only one thing that he wanted, and no one could give that to him.
But something in him said that there had to be a way to bring Vegeta and everyone else back from the dead. It had been done so many other times, why not now?
"I've been thinking the exact same thing." Bulma said when Trunks confronted her about the issue. "We have no dragon balls here on earth, but there are still dragon balls on the new planet Namek, aren't there?"
"Yeah, I forgot about that." Trunks said with renewed hope. He had heard all about Son Goku and his heroic efforts on the planet Namek and how the Nameks had found a new planet after their old one was destroyed. They were the ones who had originally created the dragon balls; they should have created new ones by now. "So what are you planning, Kaasan?"
"Let's see…I've built a time machine so a spaceship should be no problem. If I can just find all of the parts that I need, and get a few extra hands around here, then it should be a piece of cake to get to new Namek."
"And what do I have to do?" Trunks asked.
"Here's a list." Bulma said, handing him a piece of paper. "And see if you can find some people to help out that won't be missed in rebuilding."
Trunks nodded and flew out of the lab, leaving Bulma at her computer, running calculations.
Yes, things were all happening according to plan. The Namek dragon balls could always restore someone who died an unnatural death. That was everyone…except Goku. Bulma was suddenly reminded of how much she missed her friends, especially…
"Vegeta…"
Bulma collapsed onto the keyboard, causing a stream on nonsense syllables to appear on the screen. No matter how much she tried to hide it from Trunks, she still missed Vegeta. After Yamcha, Bulma thought that she would never love again, but when the spiky haired prince had come to live with them, things had changed. She had opened herself to love again, even if it was only returned by shouts and insults. And after his death, she had vowed to never love another. That was no problem, because she had never stopped loving Vegeta. She would give anything to see him again, even for just a minute. She didn't even have any pictures.
It began to thunder outside and the lab grew darker, as if Mother Nature were sympathizing with her sorrow and joining in. Hopefully Trunks didn't get caught in the storm.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Everyone! Hurry up and get inside! This one looks like it's going to be a big one!"
With his hands over his head to shield his lavender hair from the rain's onslaught, Trunks followed the other workers to the shelter. His search for workers had come up dry and he hadn't even glanced at his mother's list yet. No doubt it was a list of tools and parts that had been looted from the lab during an android attack. Trunks helped the coordinators round up all of the nearby workers. It was pitch black out and lightning pierced through the clouds, making him shudder. He hated rain almost as much as he had hated the androids. The last time that the city had seen such a pour was when Gohan was murdered.
"Is everyone inside? Make sure to get everyone that you see." A woman said as she ushered the last of the workers into the shelter.
Trunks sat down on a nearby crate of supplies and buried his head in his hands. There was so much he had to forget.
"Hey! Aren't you the one who killed the androids?"
Trunks looked up and saw a raven-haired girl, who was wearing a pair of overalls over a pink t-shirt. Her long black hair was in two low ponytails that were almost as long as her arms.
"Yes." Trunks said, as he gained his composure.
"Hi! My name's Videl." She extended her arm to Trunks, who shook it. "I saw it all on the news. My dad says that you should enter the martial arts tournament, since they're starting it up again. He says you could win."
"Who's your father?"
"Mr. Satan, the martial arts champion of the world. At least he used to be. Now I think he's going to give it up since he saw you fight."
Trunks blinked twice as Videl continued talking. He didn't remember Mr. Satan having a daughter in the world of the past. Could this be one of the things that the presence of the androids and Cell had changed?
"How old are you?" Trunks asked.
"I think that's none of your business." She said. Trunks guessed her to be about 28 or 29, a lot older than he was. "So, do you think that you'll enter, once all of this mess is cleared up?"
"I don't want to fight anybody." Trunks said, proud of himself for ignoring his saiyan urges. "Your father can keep his title."
"Oh, that's a shame." Videl said. "But actually, that's not why I came over to talk to you."
"Then what do you want?"
"Could you teach me how to fly and fight like you?"
Startled, Trunks slipped off of the crate that he was sitting on and landed on the concrete floor. Videl suppressed a giggle.
"But why? There's no reason for anyone to want to fight like that."
"I don't know…it just seems like it would be fun. So what do you say? I'll pay you."
Trunks crossed his legs into an 'Indian-style' position and cocked his head to one side.
"Do you know anything about machinery? Because I'll teach you if you can help Kaasan and me at the Capsule Corporation."
"No problem." Videl said, and extended her arm to help Trunks to his feet. "But you had better be as good as your word."
"Yeah, sure."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Videl came to the Capsule Corporation everyday to help out, along with a few other people that Trunks had persuaded to leave the rebuilding project. They were given free room and board as long as they worked diligently and didn't ask any questions. There was no telling what they would do if they knew that they were building a spaceship designed for the sole purpose of traveling to a planet of green spacemen in order to wish an alien back to life.
Trunks and Bulma busied themselves with meaningless tasks most of the time, so that they wouldn't break down and cry. This might not have been such a good idea, since the very thought of Vegeta, Gohan, Goku, Yamcha, Kullilin, Tien and Piccolo touched a soft spot in both of their hearts.
Videl proved to be an excellent worker and was completely dedicated to her training with Trunks. She was taught the basics first- katas, punches, kicks and control. Although she seemed to be progressing slowly, she showed no sign of frustration or impatience. Before she even thought about flying, she had to have enough life energy. There was no telling how long that would take. After all, Mr. Satan was her father, no matter how different they seemed. Videl would speak her mind and tell you what she thought about you. In the encounters that Trunks had had with Mr. Satan, he had been very passive. The androids must have given him an awful scare for him to change so much.
Two weeks passed, and the spaceship was nearly complete. Bulma, Trunks and Videl, all donning lab coats, were doing the last calculations on the fuel intake when a news bulletin flashed on the television.
"This just in! A green alien was seen wandering the streets of New South City. All residents are advised to steer clear of him, since he has already destroyed many downtown buildings. " The reporter looked terrified as he dodged the debris that was flying everywhere. "Police force will be deployed soon, but please take alternate routes and stay out of the downtown area."
Trunks gasped as he saw the picture on the television and Bulma dropped her hand-held computer. It clattered in pieces onto the floor, losing weeks of vital figures and calculation. Right there on the screen was a Namek, as naked as the day. With a confused, yet angered look on his face, he trudged down the street and shot ki blasts at all who tried to shoot or fight him.
"Its…its Piccolo!" Trunks said, surprised by his words. "But…how? He died years ago…"
"No, it's not Piccolo." Bulma said, her eyes wide in disbelief. "It's Piccolo's son."
By Genesis Nightshade
Chapter One
A New Future Reminiscent Of The Past
It's all over.
The thought raced through his head as he whizzed through the air back to the Capsule Corporation. There would be no more running, no more wondering when he would have to fight next or how many hundreds of people were suffering at any given moment. Juuana-gou and Juuhachi-gou were dead. Cell was dead. It was finally over.
But as he looked down at the cities being rebuilt and hundreds of people starting their lives over again, he realized that he shouldn't think of it as the end of a terror. It was the beginning of a new way of life that he had never known. There would be no more fighting. It was just the way that Gohan wanted it.
The youth landed on the lawn of the Capsule Corporation and caught sight of his mother in the front window. His lavender hair blew in the light wind and he fought back tears. Yes, the terror was over, but no one could restore what he had lost.
"Gohan…Tousan…"
He stood there for a few minutes, memories streaming through his brain. He tried to get a hold on his emotions. What would his father think if he saw him crying? It was disgraceful. He was a disgrace for even letting things get as out of hand as they had gotten. But it wasn't his fault. He had to keep telling himself that it wasn't his fault.
"Trunks!"
The youth quickly wiped his eyes with his palms as his mother came out of the house. It was still a little weird to see her this way, since he had become accustomed to her younger self when he was in the past. But she was the mother that had raised him when his father had been killed by those awful machines. Wrinkles were scattered over her aged face and blue hair with snatches of gray joined his by dancing in the breeze.
"It's over, Kaasan." Trunks said. "It's finally over."
Bulma ran over and embraced her son. He was no longer her little boy. He had helped to save two worlds, hers and the one of the past. She had also done her part. Without her time machine, her world would still be under the tyranny of the androids. Tears began to stream down her cheeks as she remembered the agony of the past years. Feeling the warm liquid on her face, she pulled away from her son.
"Why are you crying?" Trunks asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"I'm…I'm just so happy…" She let the tears run down her cheeks and let out a laugh.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
With both the androids and the evil Cell dead, there was nothing left to do but rebuild. Bulma spent hours at her computer, giving no explanation and showing no results. Trunks helped clear away some of the larger rubble on the streets, and couldn't help but laugh when other 'fighters' showed up to do the same. Even Mr. Satan, who was not quite as loud and overconfident in this world, offered his services, no matter how little they were needed.
Trunks couldn't help but notice the subtle differences between his world and the one of the past. Where the cold hand of the androids had softened Mr. Satan, they had made his mother less adventurous and others more fearful.
News reports continued over the radio and television, honoring Trunks for saving the world. Of course, he accepted none of their gifts. He turned down cars, houses, money, women, and everything else they offered him. There was only one thing that he wanted, and no one could give that to him.
But something in him said that there had to be a way to bring Vegeta and everyone else back from the dead. It had been done so many other times, why not now?
"I've been thinking the exact same thing." Bulma said when Trunks confronted her about the issue. "We have no dragon balls here on earth, but there are still dragon balls on the new planet Namek, aren't there?"
"Yeah, I forgot about that." Trunks said with renewed hope. He had heard all about Son Goku and his heroic efforts on the planet Namek and how the Nameks had found a new planet after their old one was destroyed. They were the ones who had originally created the dragon balls; they should have created new ones by now. "So what are you planning, Kaasan?"
"Let's see…I've built a time machine so a spaceship should be no problem. If I can just find all of the parts that I need, and get a few extra hands around here, then it should be a piece of cake to get to new Namek."
"And what do I have to do?" Trunks asked.
"Here's a list." Bulma said, handing him a piece of paper. "And see if you can find some people to help out that won't be missed in rebuilding."
Trunks nodded and flew out of the lab, leaving Bulma at her computer, running calculations.
Yes, things were all happening according to plan. The Namek dragon balls could always restore someone who died an unnatural death. That was everyone…except Goku. Bulma was suddenly reminded of how much she missed her friends, especially…
"Vegeta…"
Bulma collapsed onto the keyboard, causing a stream on nonsense syllables to appear on the screen. No matter how much she tried to hide it from Trunks, she still missed Vegeta. After Yamcha, Bulma thought that she would never love again, but when the spiky haired prince had come to live with them, things had changed. She had opened herself to love again, even if it was only returned by shouts and insults. And after his death, she had vowed to never love another. That was no problem, because she had never stopped loving Vegeta. She would give anything to see him again, even for just a minute. She didn't even have any pictures.
It began to thunder outside and the lab grew darker, as if Mother Nature were sympathizing with her sorrow and joining in. Hopefully Trunks didn't get caught in the storm.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Everyone! Hurry up and get inside! This one looks like it's going to be a big one!"
With his hands over his head to shield his lavender hair from the rain's onslaught, Trunks followed the other workers to the shelter. His search for workers had come up dry and he hadn't even glanced at his mother's list yet. No doubt it was a list of tools and parts that had been looted from the lab during an android attack. Trunks helped the coordinators round up all of the nearby workers. It was pitch black out and lightning pierced through the clouds, making him shudder. He hated rain almost as much as he had hated the androids. The last time that the city had seen such a pour was when Gohan was murdered.
"Is everyone inside? Make sure to get everyone that you see." A woman said as she ushered the last of the workers into the shelter.
Trunks sat down on a nearby crate of supplies and buried his head in his hands. There was so much he had to forget.
"Hey! Aren't you the one who killed the androids?"
Trunks looked up and saw a raven-haired girl, who was wearing a pair of overalls over a pink t-shirt. Her long black hair was in two low ponytails that were almost as long as her arms.
"Yes." Trunks said, as he gained his composure.
"Hi! My name's Videl." She extended her arm to Trunks, who shook it. "I saw it all on the news. My dad says that you should enter the martial arts tournament, since they're starting it up again. He says you could win."
"Who's your father?"
"Mr. Satan, the martial arts champion of the world. At least he used to be. Now I think he's going to give it up since he saw you fight."
Trunks blinked twice as Videl continued talking. He didn't remember Mr. Satan having a daughter in the world of the past. Could this be one of the things that the presence of the androids and Cell had changed?
"How old are you?" Trunks asked.
"I think that's none of your business." She said. Trunks guessed her to be about 28 or 29, a lot older than he was. "So, do you think that you'll enter, once all of this mess is cleared up?"
"I don't want to fight anybody." Trunks said, proud of himself for ignoring his saiyan urges. "Your father can keep his title."
"Oh, that's a shame." Videl said. "But actually, that's not why I came over to talk to you."
"Then what do you want?"
"Could you teach me how to fly and fight like you?"
Startled, Trunks slipped off of the crate that he was sitting on and landed on the concrete floor. Videl suppressed a giggle.
"But why? There's no reason for anyone to want to fight like that."
"I don't know…it just seems like it would be fun. So what do you say? I'll pay you."
Trunks crossed his legs into an 'Indian-style' position and cocked his head to one side.
"Do you know anything about machinery? Because I'll teach you if you can help Kaasan and me at the Capsule Corporation."
"No problem." Videl said, and extended her arm to help Trunks to his feet. "But you had better be as good as your word."
"Yeah, sure."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Videl came to the Capsule Corporation everyday to help out, along with a few other people that Trunks had persuaded to leave the rebuilding project. They were given free room and board as long as they worked diligently and didn't ask any questions. There was no telling what they would do if they knew that they were building a spaceship designed for the sole purpose of traveling to a planet of green spacemen in order to wish an alien back to life.
Trunks and Bulma busied themselves with meaningless tasks most of the time, so that they wouldn't break down and cry. This might not have been such a good idea, since the very thought of Vegeta, Gohan, Goku, Yamcha, Kullilin, Tien and Piccolo touched a soft spot in both of their hearts.
Videl proved to be an excellent worker and was completely dedicated to her training with Trunks. She was taught the basics first- katas, punches, kicks and control. Although she seemed to be progressing slowly, she showed no sign of frustration or impatience. Before she even thought about flying, she had to have enough life energy. There was no telling how long that would take. After all, Mr. Satan was her father, no matter how different they seemed. Videl would speak her mind and tell you what she thought about you. In the encounters that Trunks had had with Mr. Satan, he had been very passive. The androids must have given him an awful scare for him to change so much.
Two weeks passed, and the spaceship was nearly complete. Bulma, Trunks and Videl, all donning lab coats, were doing the last calculations on the fuel intake when a news bulletin flashed on the television.
"This just in! A green alien was seen wandering the streets of New South City. All residents are advised to steer clear of him, since he has already destroyed many downtown buildings. " The reporter looked terrified as he dodged the debris that was flying everywhere. "Police force will be deployed soon, but please take alternate routes and stay out of the downtown area."
Trunks gasped as he saw the picture on the television and Bulma dropped her hand-held computer. It clattered in pieces onto the floor, losing weeks of vital figures and calculation. Right there on the screen was a Namek, as naked as the day. With a confused, yet angered look on his face, he trudged down the street and shot ki blasts at all who tried to shoot or fight him.
"Its…its Piccolo!" Trunks said, surprised by his words. "But…how? He died years ago…"
"No, it's not Piccolo." Bulma said, her eyes wide in disbelief. "It's Piccolo's son."