A/N: What's up readers! This is me attempting a challenge from SparkinClark. I feel that the, Gohan goes to Konoha-Gohan becomes a shinobi-Gohan is an overpowered bad ass, thing has been done to its fullest. So this challenge gives me a chance to try something a little different. Lets see how this goes!
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"Hey ma! Where did you say the monkey wrench was again?" A teens voice called out from inside a yellow dome building.
A woman with blue hair tied in a loose ponytail, was outside screwing in some bolts to a tall yellow machine. The machine looked similar to an airplane, with yellow turbines connected all around it. A single seated glass dome was built into the top, allowing the pilot a 360-degree view of the outside. There were several opened sections to it, showing off a series of wires and cords to the inside of the machines body.
The woman stood up, wiping sweat from her brow before calling back in an annoyed voice, "Like I said before honey, it's in the toolbox under my work table. The one across the window!" She picked up a rag and used it to wipe the grime and dirt from her face. She took a second to turn and gaze out over the ruins of what was once a sprawling city. 'It'll all be over soon.' She thought sadly.
It'd been fourteen long and horrible years since Son Goku died, only for things to get much worse when Dr. Gero's terrible creations surfaced. The Androids had made it their hobby to hunt down and kill every human being they encountered; man, woman… and child. They'd even slaughtered the Z-Warriors, the men who made up Earth's special forces. One of the Z-Warriors being her own husband, the strongest member of the team.
With no one being left to stand up to the two cyborgs, the world's population has been reduced to a mere third of what it was before, and all remaining humans had been forced into hiding and living in fear. The machine that she was building, might have been their only hope at bringing their world peace.
She turned when she heard the back door open, and smiled when she saw the only pride and joy she had left. A fourteen year old boy with blue eyes and lavender hair in a curtained haircut, the hair of which he let fall in front of his left eye. The teen also wore a white, long sleeved capsule corp. shirt, and grey sweatpants, with a sword fastened behind his back. He brought with him a giant silver wrench.
"Here's the wrench you were looking for mom." The teen handed it to his mother.
"Thanks sweetie." She took the wrench and went back to working on the machine.
Trunks took a seat on a supply box and boredly watched his mother work. "You know mom, I still think this a big waste of time. What makes you think it would be possible to time travel?"
Bulma chuckled at her son's young ignorance, "You know son, people used to say stuff just like that to your Grandfather when he invented capsules. And what do you know, we became the richest people in the world because of it." she continued screwing in the bolts to one of the steel plates.
"Yeah," Trunks admitted, "but a capsule and a time machine don't go hand in hand. Besides, I don't think I'll need a bunch of dead people from the past to help with the androids. I'm a super saiyan now incase you forgot."
"Incase you forgot, so was Gohan, Trunks. And not only was he a super saiyan, but he had thirteen years of experience as one backing him up."
At the mention of his fallen master, the teens face became downcast. It had been one whole year since Gohan was killed by Androids #17 and #18.
Bulma sympathised with her son, he was still mourning over his master and best friends loss. "I know you miss him Trunks, I do too. But think of it this way sweetheart, you going back to the past gives you the chance to see him again."
That brightened up the saiyans mood. He nodded and smile, "Kay mom. Thanks."
After a few hours of extra work, Bulma managed to put together the necessary components of the time machine. She let out a tired breath, and a triumphant smile crossed her lips. "Well, it took forever, but the T.M Mark 1 is finally done!" The woman checked her watch. "And it's only a quarter past three!" Meaning she only worked for about six hours that day.
Trunks walked up next to his mom, anticipated smile on his face. "So the Time Machines finally done?"
Bulma dusted her hands, "Hmm, not exactly. This is just a prototype. I'm gonna have to run some tests on it for safety precautions and functionality." She pointed to a giant red mechanical box that all the wires flowed from the time machine flowed into. It was a fair distance away. "Go power up the generator, I need to give it a run."
The son of Vegeta walked over to the alternator, flipping a few switches and watching as it revved to life, sputtering a few times but staying on. It gave off the strong musk of gasoline. He watched as a few electronic beeps from the time machine began to resound, making his mother whoop and almost leap up and down in joy. He smiled for a moment before his eyes widened at the sight of electricity popping out of the machine. Bulma covered her eyes as the flashes got brighter. The air grew warmer as the machine grew much more volatile, parts of it exploding in white flashes, smoke, and heavy static.
Bulma let out a cry as a shock wave knocked her on her rear. She gasped in horror as she noticed the state of the machine.
It was gonna explode.
"MOM!" Trunks shouted as he sprinted as fast as his saiyan body would take him to protect his mother.
The teen leaped on top of her just as the machine exploded, shielding her from the blast. A searing pain covered Trunks body as he took the blast full force. An electric sting could be felt on every square inch of him, making him cry out in agonizing pain.
All there was in his vision was a blinding light. He knew that if he didn't go blind after this it would be a miracle. A voice in the back of his head gave him some clarity.
At least his mother was safe.
When the explosion ended, the time machine was completely obliterated, leaving nothing left of it in existence. Only, there was something else wrong.
The Briefs were gone as well. West City didn't have a single human being left within' it.
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The streets of the Hidden Leaf were bustling with people. It was a beautiful star filled night and the village illuminated with lights as children ran through the streets with their friends, couples went on romantic strolls, and other people went to the various stores present in the shopping district. It wasn't a festival, or even a special occasion. Just a lively night where people enjoyed themselves.
Atop various buildings, cloaked figures stood overlooking their village, ready to kill or arrest anything that permitted them to. These were the shinobi.
At the center of the village, where people were the most active, violent winds began to pick up, creating a sense of disarray among the villagers. Shinobi began to move in closer to get a view of the phenomena. Suddenly, a small orb flashed into existence with a flare of electricity. As the orb started to flash brighter and grow larger, electricity began to violently shoot out of it, zapping nearby buildings. A few shinobi moved in to try to keep the villagers at bay. Though some unlucky individuals got struck and were severely injured. When the orb grew as big as it could get, it began to take a metallic appearance, reflecting its surroundings and the civilians off of it.
There was a moment of silence among the people as they watched the light show die down and the electricity stop flowing. The sphere began to get more translucent, causing the shinobi to step up closer, cautiously. Some pulled kunai and others had their hands ready to summon a jutsu.
When the sphere completely dissipated, the last thing they expected to see was an injured teenage boy on top of an older woman, obviously his mother, in a crater left by the orb. The boys shirt and pants were singed with holes and he had burn scars on his face and hands. The woman they noticed had taken considerably less physical damage, but was still unconscious. The shinobi could tell that the boy had been trying to protect his mother from whatever it was that sent him there.
"What the hell?" A ninja said in disbelief, also voicing what was going through everyone else's mind.
The boy's breathing was pained and ragged. He couldn't bring himself to move from his mother, still feeling that they were in danger. Trunks could feel several dozen eyes staring hard at him, but the muscles in his body were too locked up to move. He could only look down at his mother's injured and unconscious face, which pained him even more. He couldn't feel her energy.
Trunks weakly let out, "M-mom...please..no...someone...help." He himself was losing consciousness. His vision fading to black as the sound of various footsteps approached him.
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The Hokage was in the Konoha hospital, standing, pipe in mouth, as doctors hastily pushed two beds passed him to the ER. Hiruzen received word in detail fairly quickly when he heard of the incident. The old man couldn't seem to catch a break as he spent the entire day doing paperwork, only to have several shinobi practically kick his door in to tell him about two people practically warping into existence.
A man with white hair and most of his face covered, save for his right eye, walked up next to Sarutobi, bringing him out of his thoughts.
"Kakashi, have you received word on the visitors?" Sarutobi asked, not looking at the man, but automatically knowing who it was.
The man had a lazy tone in his voice, "Although the boy appears to have taken most of the physical damage from whatever attacked them, the woman appears to be in the more life threatening condition."
The old man raised an eyebrow, "Interesting. Were there any clues left behind as to what could have brought them here?"
Kakashi slowly shook his head, "No. But we were able to recover a sword strapped to the boys back, and from the woman," Kakashi pulled out a small tray and handed it to the Hokage, "a tray full of small white devices."
The hokage opened the tray to see nine tiny white pods, each had a different number on it, and a small piece of paper telling what each number was for. Hiruzen also noticed the strange blue 'C' engraved on the top of the tray. Deciding it was all a bit too much for him to wrap his mind around at the moment, Hiruzen handed the tray back to Kakashi, and made his way to the ER that the boy and the woman were at, followed by Kakashi.
Sarutobi stood outside the room, watching as the doctors wrapped gauze around the injured parts of the boy's body, also slipping a breathing tube down his throat before focusing more attention on the woman's injuries, her's being more serious.
For a second the boy's eyes fluttered open, seeing his mother being tended to by the doctors, whom seemed to be rushing and uncertain.
"M-m-moth-er…" Trunks mumbled out, his arm slowly reaching out to her. One of the doctors noticed and attempted to inject the teen with an anesthetic syringe to put him unconscious. Only, the needle broke off on his skin.
"How the-?" The doctor asked himself, but saw the boy lose consciousness on his own accord. The doctor didn't have a chance to dwell on how the boys skin was needle-proof, as he was called to grab more gauze by the other doctors to tend to the woman.
One doctor noticed the Hokage outside the room, and approached him. He bowed before speaking, "Lord Hokage, we know for a fact that the boy will be Ok. He'll be back up in a few days and ready for questioning then."
Kakashi spoke up for the Hokage, "What about the woman?"
"We're still unsure. She's in critical condition, and she'll likely be out for several days, maybe even a few weeks if she's unlucky." The doctor spoke.
The Hokage took a puff on his pipe, thinking things over.
The doctor spoke up again, "Please Lord Hokage, it's late. Get some sleep. We'll inform you of their condition tomorrow." The doctor hurried back into the medical room.
Hiruzen took another look at the injured boy and mother, before turning and moving to walk out of the hospital. Kakashi watched the Hokage leave, but stayed to watch the boy who seemed to be fighting to wake back up.
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A/N: Alright, first chapter down!
Now, I do want to forewarn you guys, that this story will (mildly) follow Naruto-canon up until about the end of the Chunin exams. After that, this story will branch off into an identity of its own.
Hope you enjoy the adventure!