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It felt like the entire world was ending. It most likely was.
BOOM! CRASH! SLASH!
This wasn't the future I expected to come back to.
"Done so soon, Monkey?"
I had it all planned out. I'd come back, kill the Androids, kill Cell before he could escape and that was it.
"Running Away already? My my, I at least expected some sort of fight. Even that bald midget put up a better one."
None of that had happened though. So many more people were dead, it was worse than when I left.
BOOM!
The idea of peace was now farther away than ever. I had to retreat.
Almost everyone I knew was dead. Dad, Mom, Goku, Gohan, Tien, everyone... Everyone except me and Yamcha.
My name is Trunks…
FFFFFFFTTT!
… And this isn't my story.
Trunks crashed into a mountain, the same one he had planned to meet Yamcha at.
Coughing up blood, Trunks' vision slowly returned to him. It was blurry and unfocused, most likely from a concussion. He couldn't feel much of anything, and for a brief moment, he had thought he lost his other arm too.
Despite his poor vision, he looked around, trying to spot Yamcha. After a few seconds, he noticed the scarred man laying on a pile of rocks… He wasn't moving.
"No no no." Trunks muttered, crawling towards the ex-bandit with his one arm. He could feel the blood gushing from his wounds. He was beyond what a senzu bean could heal. If Yamcha was dead, than there was noone left to fight. The world would be good as dead. "Yamcha, you there? Yamcha?"
He didn't look so good either. He was covered in cuts, bruises and gashes. Blood caked his torso.
"Please Yamcha, I need you." Trunks gasped, feeling lightheaded form the blood loss. "I'm out for the count, Yamcha. You're the only one left. You can't die." The swordsman pleaded, feeling a tear run down his face. This was his end, he was fine with that. But the couldn't accept that the world was gonna die.
He grabbed onto Yamcha's shoulder and pulled himself up. His vision was fading, a black mist consuming the edges of his sight. Despite his fleeting strength, Trunks was able to hike himself close enough to Yamcha to pull out the last senzu he had and shove it into Yamcha's mouth.
"You have to fight." Trunks muttered, his grip slipping. With a shaky weeze, the swordsman fell, laying against the cold, rocky ground. His vision was consumed by darkness, and with one last breath, the purple haired boy passed away.
After what felt like minutes, the ex-bandit stirred, his eyes opening at a snail's pace. "What? What happened?" He muttered, groaning as his muscles pulsed sorely. "The last thing I remember was getting to the meeting point, then…" He let out a breath, staring at the hole in the cave's roof. It was getting dark. "... Cell." The perfect being had jumped him, leaving him beaten and bleeding, before discarding him.
"Come back once you're healed up. Since Goku's gone, you're the closest thing I have to a challenge. Or don't, you don't even fit that role well anyways."
Yamcha pulled himself up, looking over himself. He had healed fully. "What the…?" He muttered, looking around. His breath hitched. "Trunks!" The ex-bandit pushed himself off the rock pile, even as his muscles screamed for him to stay put. He forced himself over to the swordsman, falling to his knees. "You… you saved me, didn't you? The senzu beans…" He whispered. He didn't cry, hell he didn't even feel any tears. He wasn't sad. "KAMI DAMMIT!" He was fucking pissed.
Yamcha slammed his fist into the ground, making large cracks form. He hit the ground again and again. The cave rumbled, stones and pebbles clicking against the floor. The floor threatened to collapse at any moment.
The ex-bandit stopped, staring at the floor as he let out a sigh. "I failed you, Trunks. I failed you, Goku. Everyone, I'm sorry." He stood up, lifting Trunks' corpse with him, holding the boy in his arms. With no words, Yamcha walked out of the cave.
Letting down the shovel he found from Goku's house, Yamcha's current base of operations, he looked over the newly covered grave. "Rest in peace Trunks. I don't know if I'll be able to get you guys back, not without the Dragon Balls." He said, leaning on the shovel. Light from the house illuminated the grave in the night. "Do you think Namek is still around? Maybe if I could make it there…" Yamcha began, but stopped in a sigh. "No, Frieza almost certainly thought of that. Namek's probably a couple of floating rocks now."
A wolf howled in the distance, drawing Yamcha out of his thoughts. He looked up at the moon, still half destroyed. He shook his head, grabbing Trunks' sword and leaving it on the grave. He needed sleep.
As he walked away, Yamcha felt a warm light cover his back. He looked over his shoulder, having to shield his eyes from the light. Trunks' sword glowed with a blue energy. "The hell?" Yamcha muttered, walking over and picking it up.
"Hello? Hello?" A voice called from the blade. Yamcha staggered back a little, dropping the sword by accident. The voice stopped. Looking around, Yamcha again picked up the sword.
"Trunks?" He said, confusion boiling in him.
"Yamcha! Yamcha, something's gone wrong." Trunks said.
"Yeah, you're a fucking sword now!" Yamcha yelled, still confused beyond belief. "What the hell happened, you died!"
"SHHH! If you're too loud, you might alert someone nearby." The dead swordsman warned. Yamcha instinctively looked around, looking for any sign of movement. Nothing.
"Alright, alright. But, what happened?" He began, shoving a foot towards the house. "You died, I buried you."
"I-I don't know for certain. All I know is that when I got to Yemma, he sent me back, saying something about being full." Yamcha didn't say anything as he stepped into the house, not knowing how to interpret this new information. Heaven and HIFL were full. But, what would that mean for himself and any other survivor? If HILF was full, that means that people like Cell or Raditz would just come back if he could manage to kill them. "But I guessing my body was too destroyed to use again. If I'm a sword now, than do you think…"
"The others might be back…" Yamcha muttered, a spark of hope lighting itself in his stomach. "Goku, Tien, Gohan…"
"My dad." Trunks said, continuing the list. Yamcha bit his lip.
"Eh." He grumbled, not keen on seeing him. It had been no secret the two hated each other. Vegeta says Yamcha as a worthless being that once hit on his wife, while Yamcha only saw a genocidal monster, someone that had no issue killing people just for the hell of it. What he hated most about Vegeta was just how much he reminded him of how he used to be. A cold, uncaring bastard that only looked after himself. "I… I need time to process this."
"Alright, take your time, I need to talk to Yemma again anyway. I have to know if killing the others will accomplish anything now." Trunks said, before the sword lost its glow and he fell silent. Yamcha leaned the sword against the couch. He didn't bother heading up to bed, any desire or pang of sleepiness was now gone, as if he had just been splashed in the face with cold water. He needed to go somewhere, someplace to get his thoughts collected. Turning off the lights, he walked out the front door and flew off.
Kami's lookout was decolet, not much of a surprise really. Dende and Popo had stood no chance against Kid Buu. The buildings were crumbling, the tile flooring was cracked and the plants were dead.
Yamcha touched down onto the lookout, observing the poor conditions of the tower. Air he didn't know he had sighed in his throat. He didn't expect to find anything here, but since no one else had any reason to come up here, he would be alone. He just needed to think.
He walked aimlessly around the ghost town of a lookout. To think, the disaster started here. He had been in the Desert when everything went wrong. He had no doubt that that was the only reason he was alive.
Moving aside various bits of rubble, Yamcha stepped into the old Hyperbolic Time chamber entrance. Not much had changed in here surprisingly. The door in front of him led to the time chamber, while two hallways, both adorned in stairways, one going up and the other going down, looped around it.
"It's all here…" Yamcha muttered, walking up to the golden door and running a hand over the indents. "But." Taking a gulp, he pushed open the door and was met with nothing but white space, though a little bit of red glowed far into the distance. Yamcha's jaw dropped, the knot in his stomach being unraveled by new found butterflies.
VOOOOM…
Yamcha quickly closed the door, feeling an energy level land on the lookout. Shit, shit, shit… It wasn't Trunks, as the boy didn't seem capable of movement as a sword.
"So this is the so called Kami Lookout." A voice called out. Yamcha felt an eye twitch. Of all the people it had to be…
"This is it, Vegeta." He heard Nappa say. "From what I heard, that Hyperbolic time thingy is here." Yamcha felt his muscles tense. He couldn't let them use it. This had to be the Vegeta that arrived here for the first time. He was nowhere near as strong as Yamcha now, but if a saiyan had anything, it was a power creep.
"Perfect. Scan the place and find that chamber. With it, no one will be able to stop us at our best." Vegeta barked.
"Oh no you don't" Yamcha thought, readying a kamehameha. Blue kii gathered in his hands and with a low muttering, he let loose the blast.
"WHAT THE-!" Nappa yelled, before the blast hit him square in the chest, sending him flying. Vegeta looked back at Nappa before directing his attention towards Yamcha, whom had jumped out of the rubble.
The two let loose a barrage of kii blasts, all of which connected and exploded. "You?!" Vegeta yelled, staring down Yamcha as he lands between him and the now knocked out Nappa. "You were able to beat Nappa?! Last time we met, you got humiliated by a Saibaman." He spat, crossing his arms. "Lucky shot, scarred man, but you luck ends here." The two stared each other down, but to Vegeta's surprise, Yamcha was smirking.
"I'm going to enjoy this." The last Z-fighter said, readying himself. This was gonna be a slaughter. Cracking his knuckles, his grin got bigger. "Alright, Prince of all saiyans." He said mockingly. He knew that if it were anyone else that got brought here, he would need to worry. But this, this was fucking early Vegeta, not even a threat to him. He tapped his scarred cheek. "I'll let you have one free hit. Right here."
Vegeta glared at the ex-bandit, unsure of what he was trying to do. Was he simply that dumb? To challenge the Prince? "Oh? So you admit defeat already?" He mocked, a large smirk, one that Yamcha couldn't wait to wipe, present on his royal face. "Well at least you're not as stupid as the others. Alright, since you seem to have the most basic hint of intelligence to know your place, I'll make your death as painless as possible."
Vegeta sprang forward, barreling towards Yamcha in his cone of kii. The Ex-bandit didn't move an inch, that smirk still etched in. With a roar, the Prince punched him as hard as he could in the cheek. Dust and smoke shrouded them both.
"Easy." Vegeta said, pulling back his fist… only to gasp for air as a fist connected with his gut.
POW!
"Well that was your free hit." Vegeta looked up in surprise as the dust cleared, revealing a completely unharmed Yamcha. At a loss of breath, the Prince coughed.
"H-How…" He muttered, clenching Yamcha's fist. The Ex-bandit retracted his fist and quickly kneed Vegeta in the pelvis, just barely missing the groin. He wanted the Prince to suffer, yes, but even he wasn't going to sink that low. Vegeta, despite the pain, threw another punch at his face. Yamcha rolled his eyes, catching the fist with ease.
"Simple really." He said nonchalantly. He sweeped Vegeta's legs out from under him, causing the Saiyan to spiral in the air. Revving back a fist and letting go of his arm, Yamcha decked the Prince in the cheek, sending him crashing and rolling along the tower floor. "A lot has changed since you first died."
Vegeta picked himself up slowly, grunting in intense pain. "Damn you." He muttered. "Burn IN HELL!" He yelled, firing a Galick Gun at the human. Yamcha chuckled a little.
"And unlike Goku…" He began, charging up a Kamehameha. "I'm not gonna let you live for the sake of a good fight." He let rip, the blue beam crashing against the purple ray of kii. A short clash ensued, until Yamcha easily overpowered the Saiyan.
BOOM!
A blast indent was left on the floor, leading right off the tower. Vegeta wasn't there anymore. Yamcha let his arms down, smiling to himself. Maybe tonight wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be.
"Ugh." He heard Nappa mutter.
"Sorry." Yamcha said, firing a small beam into Nappa's heart, killing him. "But I'm not taking any chances." He looked over the downed Saiyan, shaking his head. But then, he noticed something.
A small bag, filled with seeds from the looks of it. Yamcha went wide eyed. With a quick "OH SHIT!", he grabbed the bag and threw it into the air, blasting it with a kii blast. He really didn't need that of all things.
Yamcha looked around again, observing the destruction a second time. The others most likely have no clue of the Time Chamber, and it would be for the best if it stayed that way. He began to walk away, ready to take off for Goku's house again.
"Kii, ki kee kii." Yamcha stopped dead in his tracks, looking over his shoulder. Sprouting from a nearby patch of grass, was something that froze him solid. "Ki, kehee?" A Saibaman muttered, pulling themself from the grass. It looked around, it's beaty red eyes fixing on Yamcha. "Keeha!" It yelled, walking over.
Yamcha was too scared to move. He knew he was strong enough to defeat it, or take any attack it could throw, but something in his brain kept him from moving. As if some sort of PTSD, only nowhere near as severe. As the Saibaman got closer, he prepared for another explosion.
It didn't happen though. Instead, Yamcha felt a pair of small arms wrap around his leg. Confused, he looked down. The Saibaman looked up into his eyes, hints of happiness and confusion running through them. "Keeh?"
Muscle movement finally working again, Yamcha took a step back and tried to shake the monster off his leg. The Saiba didn't budge, still giving small cackles of joy. "Get off me!" Yamcha yelled, ready to pry the beast off. He didn't have to though, the Saibaman let go and stood at attention.
"Kii Kee, Kehe?" It said in a confused manner. Yamcha blinked, processing the creatures movements and actions.
"Oh no." He muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It thinks I'm its leader." He sighed, directing his attention back to the monster, whom still bobbed up and down, waiting for instructions. "Okay, okay. I can work with this." Yamcha said. "Alright, you think I'm your leader, right?"
"Keehee!" The Saibaman cheered, bouncing on its heels.
"Thank Kami you can understand English." The Ex-bandit said. "Well then, I guess you can come with me." What the hell am I doing? Yamcha said, a bead of sweat dripping from his brow. "I'm Yamcha."
"Y-Yahn cha?" The Saibaman muttered, causing Yamcha to do a double take. "Yamcha~!" It said again, getting it right this time. "Yamcha! Yamcha! Yamcha!" It cheered, jumping up and down happily. Said human sweatdropped.
"Yes, that's my name." He said. "When the hell could these things speak?" He muttered as quietly as possible. "Do you have a name?"
"Keee." The creature said, shaking its head.
"Well, you're gonna need one if you want to stay with me. What's a good name?" Yamcha asked, scratching his head. He really didn't have a list of baby names on hand. "Ugh, what about Cai?" He suggested, before almost facepalming. That was the most generic sounding name for its race he has ever heard.
"Cai? Cai! Cai!" It cheered again.
"Oh, well… yeah Cai works." Yamcha deadpanned. "Look, I need to get out of here incase anyone shows up. Can you fly?"
Cai shook its head, shrugging.
"Well… Here, grab onto my back." Yamcha said hesitantly. Cai did as instructed, jumping up and wrapping its hands and legs around the human's chest. He got a brief shiver, remembering the… less than pleasant encounters that involved this. "Alright, let's get out of here."
He took off as fast as possible, carrying Cai with him. He didn't want to dump into anyone else now. He was able to keep his kii levels low before, but with Cai, it would be a lot harder to hide them both. Unbeknownst to them, a very injured, but still alive Vegeta clung to the tower. "Bastard." He spat, clutching his wounds. "I'll see you again, scarred man, and I'll make you pay." He let go of the tower, letting his kii keep him flying. With one last grunt and a glare in Yamcha's direction, Vegeta took off in the other way, all but forgetting the Time Chamber in his revenge fueled bitterness.
END OF PROLOGUE