Dragonball AU
By Man...or Astro Man?
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This is an idea that's been stewing in my brain for a while, and since brain stew smells bad
I figured that I should just go ahead and write it. This story takes place a few years after
Future Trunks defeated the androids in his timeline. Also, I've received a few emails
asking why I only use English rather then Japanese i.e. #17 instead of Juunana. Well,
frankly I don't see the point in writing something in two different languages at once.
Seriously, do they just speak Japanese when everyone can understand them? Consistency
here people!
Finally Dragonball AU stands for Alternate Universe.
Prologue
The freedom that had come over the Earth was indeed a lasting one. After many
long years of suffering at the hands of Dr. Gero's evil creations, the people of the Earth
were beginning to remember how to live normal lives. Lives that were not filled with fear
and despair. New cites grew in the place of old ones, families joined together to help each
other repair their world, and humanity began to return. But the war that had been waged
by Cell and the twins, Android 17 and 18 had left scars that could never fully heal. After
nearly 20 years of the android's siege on the Earth nearly 2/3 of the planet's population
had been killed. Millions of people who would never see their world free.
Standing atop the dome of the Capsule Corp building, a lone warrior watched the
sun set. Although he was no more then 20 years old he was in every way a man. He was
dressed in nothing more then simple loose fitting black pants, a dark coal gray under shirt
and a simple jacket that seemed several sizes too small for him. Aside from the sword
slung over his back he seemed to be a normal young man. But the sheer intensity of his
sapphire blue eyes showed his true nature. Even now as he brushed a few wayward
strands of lavender hair from his face, his eyes never left the setting sun.
This youth was the unknown hero of humanity. He had defeated all of the terrible
androids single handily, much as he had dispatched with Freeza and King Kold back in the
past. Yet he claimed no credit for his actions, and for all the people knew, a small group
of brave soldiers had defeated the androids but had been killed in doing so. Everyone had
believed him. After all, how could one boy stop all three of those monsters by himself.
Few people knew the truth.
As the sun began to disappear over the horizon, filling the sky was a pattern of
oranges, golds, reds and the tinges of darkening blue that showed the coming of night, the
young warrior kept watching. His mind was filled with overwhelming feelings of pain and
loss, feelings that had controlled his mind and actions since he was 15 years old. Ever
since the day when he lost the person most important to him. There was so much
unfinished business for him.
"Too many people have died. And without Piccolo, we can't bring any of them
back. No Piccolo means no Kami, no Kami means no Dragonballs and no Dragonballs
means that ChiChi will never see her husband or son ever again" His brow furrowed as he
felt the familiar feeling of anger deep inside himself, "My mother will never be able to see
father again! Or Krillian, or Yamcha, or any of them! They're all dead! They all died to
save this planet but they're not alive to see it free?!" Squeezing his eyes shut to block the
tears, the boy began screaming the frustration in his mind out loud, "Its not fair! After
everything my father, Goku, and especially Gohan went through they'll never get the
chance to lead peaceful lives?! Its not right, its not fair!"
Balling his fists in bitter rage, the boy let out a tortured yell that reverberated and
echoed all through the still unfinished buildings of the city. Steel girders shook and
trembled as the boy's anger grew in intensity. His cry grew louder and more violent,
rising in force until the rage exploded around him in a burst of golden flames. The
blinding light consumed his body. His usually middle-parted lank hair rose into glowing
blonde spikes and his deep blue eyes faded and were replaced by ones of emerald fire.
The muscles that had been earned through pain and loss bulged and flexed, expanding and
growing as his body struggled to keep the sheer force of his power from tearing him apart.
The golden aura grew into a column of blinding light that shot into the heavens like a
beacon.
At the base of the building, a woman who had seen the world threatened and saved
dozens of times before watched her son release his anger like any Sayian would,
"Trunks. I don't know how to help you. I'm smart, but I'm no Shenron. I can't
bring any of our friends back." Wiping a remorseful tear from her eye, Bulma walked
back into the building.
TO BE CONTINUED IN DRAGONBALL AU: CHAPTER ONE.
well hope you all enjoyed this sneak peak. Don't worry, i'll be adding chapter one within a week, provided of course that i get good reviews.
By Man...or Astro Man?
~
~
~
~
~
This is an idea that's been stewing in my brain for a while, and since brain stew smells bad
I figured that I should just go ahead and write it. This story takes place a few years after
Future Trunks defeated the androids in his timeline. Also, I've received a few emails
asking why I only use English rather then Japanese i.e. #17 instead of Juunana. Well,
frankly I don't see the point in writing something in two different languages at once.
Seriously, do they just speak Japanese when everyone can understand them? Consistency
here people!
Finally Dragonball AU stands for Alternate Universe.
Prologue
The freedom that had come over the Earth was indeed a lasting one. After many
long years of suffering at the hands of Dr. Gero's evil creations, the people of the Earth
were beginning to remember how to live normal lives. Lives that were not filled with fear
and despair. New cites grew in the place of old ones, families joined together to help each
other repair their world, and humanity began to return. But the war that had been waged
by Cell and the twins, Android 17 and 18 had left scars that could never fully heal. After
nearly 20 years of the android's siege on the Earth nearly 2/3 of the planet's population
had been killed. Millions of people who would never see their world free.
Standing atop the dome of the Capsule Corp building, a lone warrior watched the
sun set. Although he was no more then 20 years old he was in every way a man. He was
dressed in nothing more then simple loose fitting black pants, a dark coal gray under shirt
and a simple jacket that seemed several sizes too small for him. Aside from the sword
slung over his back he seemed to be a normal young man. But the sheer intensity of his
sapphire blue eyes showed his true nature. Even now as he brushed a few wayward
strands of lavender hair from his face, his eyes never left the setting sun.
This youth was the unknown hero of humanity. He had defeated all of the terrible
androids single handily, much as he had dispatched with Freeza and King Kold back in the
past. Yet he claimed no credit for his actions, and for all the people knew, a small group
of brave soldiers had defeated the androids but had been killed in doing so. Everyone had
believed him. After all, how could one boy stop all three of those monsters by himself.
Few people knew the truth.
As the sun began to disappear over the horizon, filling the sky was a pattern of
oranges, golds, reds and the tinges of darkening blue that showed the coming of night, the
young warrior kept watching. His mind was filled with overwhelming feelings of pain and
loss, feelings that had controlled his mind and actions since he was 15 years old. Ever
since the day when he lost the person most important to him. There was so much
unfinished business for him.
"Too many people have died. And without Piccolo, we can't bring any of them
back. No Piccolo means no Kami, no Kami means no Dragonballs and no Dragonballs
means that ChiChi will never see her husband or son ever again" His brow furrowed as he
felt the familiar feeling of anger deep inside himself, "My mother will never be able to see
father again! Or Krillian, or Yamcha, or any of them! They're all dead! They all died to
save this planet but they're not alive to see it free?!" Squeezing his eyes shut to block the
tears, the boy began screaming the frustration in his mind out loud, "Its not fair! After
everything my father, Goku, and especially Gohan went through they'll never get the
chance to lead peaceful lives?! Its not right, its not fair!"
Balling his fists in bitter rage, the boy let out a tortured yell that reverberated and
echoed all through the still unfinished buildings of the city. Steel girders shook and
trembled as the boy's anger grew in intensity. His cry grew louder and more violent,
rising in force until the rage exploded around him in a burst of golden flames. The
blinding light consumed his body. His usually middle-parted lank hair rose into glowing
blonde spikes and his deep blue eyes faded and were replaced by ones of emerald fire.
The muscles that had been earned through pain and loss bulged and flexed, expanding and
growing as his body struggled to keep the sheer force of his power from tearing him apart.
The golden aura grew into a column of blinding light that shot into the heavens like a
beacon.
At the base of the building, a woman who had seen the world threatened and saved
dozens of times before watched her son release his anger like any Sayian would,
"Trunks. I don't know how to help you. I'm smart, but I'm no Shenron. I can't
bring any of our friends back." Wiping a remorseful tear from her eye, Bulma walked
back into the building.
TO BE CONTINUED IN DRAGONBALL AU: CHAPTER ONE.
well hope you all enjoyed this sneak peak. Don't worry, i'll be adding chapter one within a week, provided of course that i get good reviews.