Trunks: Savior of Time!
Authors Notes:
Hey this is JonnieE; here's my first all-Trunks story (bet you're happy). Future Trunks, Goku, and the others are chasing down Imperfect Cell in Bulma's capsule ship. This is what I like to call a DB "what if" story, dealing with (as you might've already guessed) an event where something that didn't actually happen happens, or a what if something, something happened differently. Enjoy!
This, is yet another chapter, in the story of the future that never was.
Madms@worldnet.att.net, you know the drill!
End of Authors Notes.
Chapter 1
A Deep Sleep
Trunks felt as if this entire dilemma was his fault. Time had altered so greatly that there was a third android, Android 16 running around with the two that had already plagued his own time. And now.Cell. Trunks wasn't even aware that this abomination to modern science had even existed, but was relieved he found out in time. Trunks leaned against the wall of his mother's capsule airship; a deep-in-thought Piccolo meditated with crossed legs and folded arms on the floor peacefully. Krillin and Gohan were playing some sort of card game while Tien and Yamcha were talking of the events that lie ahead. Trunks continued to observe Piccolo. Piccolo was hardly aware of Trunks' presence. A nap seemed very relaxing to Trunks; he needed to get a rest from this desperate searching anyway.
Trunks bid everyone a fond farewell as he hopped into his time capsule and fired up the engines. He waved goodbye to Gohan, Bulma, and Vegeta as the engines heated and revved up. The final climactic battle with Cell had proven Gohan the victor and the Androids defeated. Trunks now needed to return to his home and battle his own set of Androids. A tear came to Trunks' eye while he remembered how Yamcha had described how madly Vegeta had defended him after Cell had killed him. Trunks would miss the father that he finally understood and grew to love.
Trunks felt chilling vibes move through his body during the time machine's long decent back to his home. He didn't know why, but something was bothering him. Deep down, Trunks knew the Androids would be a piece of cake to defeat after his training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. But for an unknown, unseen reason.he had some very serious doubts. Something had always kept him from defeating the Androids in the past, such as weakness, defending innocents, or being too afraid. Trunks didn't think this time would be any different.
The timer sounded and the capsule vibrated until a low hum marked the arrival in Trunks' home. Trunks closed his eyes and inhaled deeply holding his breath. Trunks tenderly pressed the hatch release button and a -whirr- noise was heard before the capsule hood completely opened. Still holding his breath and tightly shutting his eyes, Trunks hopped out of the ship. What Trunks saw would have given him a heart attack had he not been expecting something to be wrong. There were endless miles of desolation, unfathomable destruction, and unexplainable eerieness. There was disturbed landscape as far as the eyes could see. No cities, no houses, no life. This had to have been a terrible nightmare; Trunks held his chest and shed tears of worry and tension. "What? N-N-o, no way! The Androids couldn't have caused this much damage in the short time I was gone!" Trunks doubled over when he raised his head towards the sky, a gigantic red wormhole was nestled tightly in the skies all over earth, small particles were continually sucked upwards into it.
Trunks hoped to God that the quaint little Capsule Corp. dome would still be there, that his mother would be okay, and that the Androids hadn't taken the only thing left that mattered to him.
Trunks' body relaxed a little and he exhaled a deeply fulfilled sigh of relief. There it was, Capsule Corp. was still intact among around nine destroyed cars and skyscrapers. Trunks' eyes then widened once again with alarm as he spotted a large hole blown into the building's ceiling. "Mom! Nooo!" Without thinking, Trunks leaped through the front door sending a hail of splintered wood in every direction, he darted around the hallways and frantically searched. Trunks stopped dead in his tracks. His skin changed from a light olive tinge, to a sickly green as if he were to vomit right then and there. There Bulma laid sprawled on the floor, bleeding from the forehead and mouth, and not moving. There was a large gap in her chest and a small bullet-sized hole in the back of her once complete head. Trunks dashed forward and lifted the limb body of his mother in his sweating arms. His dark violet jacket turned a sticky red as he held the corpse of the one who had raised him from birth and nurtured him. Trunks had no idea how long he had just lain in the room with his mother crying his eyes out and screaming until this throat felt raw and irritated and his eyes puffy and burning.
Trunks continued to sob even after he drew a small heart with the tip of his fingernail on a mound of dirt where he had buried his once beaming with happiness mother. Trunks unsheathed his chipped and battered sword and saluted Bulma while holding it. Trunks abruptly stopped. Gohan.Vegeta, Piccolo.Krillin.Tien, Yamcha, and Chautzio.all lost because of these monsters. Millions of innocent people.thousands of men.hundreds of women.and children, poor, defenseless children who hadn't done anything wrong. Because of them. The Androids.and now Bulma, the only thing left Trunks truly cared about. Gone! In an instant. Trunks didn't even notice the hot blood dripping from the now engraved fingernail marks in his palms. His sky blue eyes began to falter and fade until they were no longer visible. Without warning, Trunks' muscles burst from his chest and grew to the size of cannons! His hair grew long and spiny, rocks and debris hovered around him and soon sprang outward like a slingshot. Trunks roared with anger, hate, and sadness. He slammed his cannonball fists into the dirt- encrusted earth until it split beneath his feet and a crater enveloped him completely. With all his power Trunks bellowed another primordial cry that caused his hair to explode into a vibrant gold.
Trunks breathed heavily and relaxed a little. His enormous muscles gradually decreased in size until he had his normal build and height back. Trunks' hair glowed its normal violet tinge and fell to his face. Again Trunks collapsed onto the ground and could do nothing but sob.
Trunks trudged through the soft mud with absolutely no emotions inside of him. Whatever this new threat was (the sky portal), Trunks was confident the Androids had caused it, and if he was right, that meant the Androids had gotten stronger somehow. Trunks met his destination and raised his head upwards. He remembered the tower leading towards Kami's old lookout (Kami in Trunks' time, Dende in the regular timeline). Trunks knew of only one way to gain enough strength to stand up to 17 and 18, he just hoped that the Hyperbolic Time Chamber was still intact.
End of Chapter 1. Chapter 2 Pathway to Suicide
Trunks stood in awe of the destruction upon Kami's tower. There was utter silence, but Trunks felt a presence among him. Trunks followed the path of destruction past the burning garden and Mr. Popo's corpse, to the answer to Trunks' situation. The Hyperbolic Time Chamber laid in ruins, the clocks destroyed, and the door caved in. That portal in the sky was a rip in time, the Androids must've blown up the chamber causing this to happen. The two different time speeds must've interloped and caused a cataclysmic time break. Trunks debated whether or not to go in. He assumed that since he was in another time frame he could go in and train for two more years. But if he were wrong, he'd be trapped forever.
The eyes watched Trunks carefully but without worry. The body that the eyes belonged to was a tall, slender one with an omnipotent weapon. Its black robe slid on the tall ceiling where it was currently positioned. The thing had been hiding its power so the boy would not notice. Interesting it was for the boy to think the Androids had destroyed the chamber. The boy seemed to pick up on something and feel as if he wasn't alone. Without hesitation, the thing vanished.
Trunks looked back down at his feet. He closed his eyes and stepped in. All appeared normal. The unlimited food supply was still working, but the beds and bath were gone, and the once soothing white landscape was now a crimson red. Trunks thought it no better time to train. He removed his lavender jacket and threw down his sword. Trunks stepped into the red atmosphere and felt gravity over a thousand immediately pull him downwards. He flew back up and grasped his chest as if in pain. This would be a lot harder than Trunks had thought.
Six months.Trunks was on the verge of insanity. His power level had grown well over thirteen million, but that no longer mattered. Bulma was gone, so was Gohan and Trunks' father Vegeta. Trunks had nothing left to fight for; there was no point in fighting the Androids anymore. Trunks had gone way off the deep end. Revenge no longer meant anything to him. Many a night he lay on the hard linoleum floor of the cabin twisting the blade of his word into his fingers until they bled. He felt no pain, no satisfaction, just emptiness. Psychotic didn't even scratch the surface, paranoia was irrelevant, depression not even close. Trunks had been severely traumatized for life by the Android's havoc. But it only now was surfacing to its peak. Trunks found now that he had frequent twitches and involuntary jerks. On two occasions he had near death seizures. Training was the only thing that kept his mind stable or at ease. But he no longer took pleasure in it. Trunks' mentality had been collapsed from a combination of Gohan and his mothers' death, Vegeta's continual abuse during the fight with Cell, and training in this place.
On several occasions Trunks begged death to take him, as he lay awake at night. He had possibly the worst case of insomnia ever documented. He hadn't slept for two and a half of the six months he was in the chamber. He had already been to Hell and back, or in other words, what he perceived as Hell. Trunks seriously doubted that a Heaven even truly existed. Trunks floated into the endless void and flew until he reached the portion where the floor was actually solid. He didn't even bother to train. Not even that was keeping him halfway normal anymore. Going on eight months.still no sleep. Trunks drove his fists into the hard ground until he felt the crack of bone.
"Gohan! Why did you leave!?" more of a statement than a question. "Gohan I hate you! I hate you Vegeta, I hate you Bulma, Yamcha, Piccolo, Tien, Chautzio! I hate you all!" Trunks clasped his skull and curled into a fetal position twitching helplessly on the ground. Trunks cried again as he had done so many times over. Trunks' now long hair stuck to his wet from tears face. Trunks briefly opened his eyes and spotted a rock at his feet. He lifted it and it magically became a Dragon Ball! Trunks raised an eyebrow in wonder and confusion. The ball burst in his hands and disappeared. Trunks drew his sword and quickly spun, Gohan was standing behind him.
"G-G-G-Gohan?" Trunks stuttered. Gohan smiled and floated away slowly. Trunks reached out his arm in protest but was too late. Gohan vanished. Trunks felt his eyes well up with tears again, when someone yanked him into the air by his shirt. Trunks went wide-eyed as he saw Vegeta lifting him and laughing insanely. "What's wrong son? Feeling any pain? Grow up! Take it like a man! I was wrong to even think of you as my son you pathetic weakling!" Trunks glared into his father's cold bloodless eyes and snarled. Trunks swung a fist but soon realized he was on the ground again. This time Bulma waltzed towards him, and spoke with a zombofied look in her eyes. "Why Trunks.you let me down, your father, Gohan, everyone. You truly are a failure." Trunks felt his already cracked heart shatter into tiny pieces. He knew these visions would not cease. Trunks, without thinking, lifted the blade of his sword facing his chest. Trunks thrust it through and heard a burst from the small of his back. Trunks felt hot blood bubble from his throat and stomach into his mouth and begin to stain his teeth. Trunks' eyes crossed and he fell to his knees helplessly.
Trunks could feel the life slowly seeping from his body, his eyes grew heavy and the tingling in his arms turned to numbness. Gohan appeared before Trunks one last time. Trunks looked away painfully. "Trunks.get a hold of yourself, stop running away from your fears and do something about them!" It wasn't Gohan's voice. This one was very deep and wise sounding, with age in its voice. "You have all the power you need to defeat the Androids, you just have to try! You can do it Trunks; I have faith in you, if you would only have faith in me." Trunks couldn't believe what he was hearing. He remained silent and listened intently to "Gohan."
"No.no! You're not Gohan!" "Correct.but that is not important, listen to my words Trunks. You and I both know that what you said about Gohan and the others isn't true. You love all of them dearly, shed the emotional problems and fight back! Do what your father and mentor could not, defeat the Androids and restore peace to the earth. If not for them, do it for yourself. Purge yourself of your inner demons and destroy the outer ones. Stop denying yourself and putting yourself down. You can do it."
Trunks awoke on the floor of the cabin. It had been the first time he'd slept in ages. Trunks looked at himself in the mirror. The impale mark was gone, and his sword in its scabbard. Trunks was very confused about what had happened, and with good reason. Trunks had a pretty good idea who had contacted him. Trunks nodded incoherently to himself and put on his jacket. It was right. Trunks had to destroy the Androids, unify the people of earth, and free his inner demons. He had already destroyed the inner ones, but what of the outer.?
End of Chapter 2. Chapter 3 An Old Friend
Trunks emerged from the chamber and realized he'd been in there for a year and a half. Everything appeared normal, well, as normal as Trunks' time usually was anyway. Trunks left the lookout and flew across the barren landscape, heading for the underground city. There were about ten thousand remaining humans left there, he needed to contact them. Trunks felt something punch him from behind. He quickly looked up to see a metallic Frieza looming above. "Frieza?" Trunks gasped. After a brief conversation with this psycho, Trunks realized that Dr. Gero, Android 19, and King Cold had also resurfaced from the gigantic time rip. Trunks turned Super Saiyan and slashed at Frieza with his sword. Frieza sidestepped and gave Trunks a vigorous left hook. Trunks began a slicing frenzy that finally ended when Frieza grabbed the sword and kneed Trunks in the stomach! Trunks had no idea how he'd be able to fight the Androids if he couldn't beat a supped up Frieza.
Trunks leaped backwards as a mysterious shadow appeared from nowhere and kicked Frieza three yards away! The thing powered down and its hair turned a silky black.Trunks hung his mouth open in shock and amazement. Could it be? Trunks flew forward and shouted in happiness. "Gohan!" Gohan turned towards Trunks and smirked proudly. "We can catch up later Trunks, but first lets take care of Frieza!" Trunks nodded and powered up to Super Saiyan. Frieza gawked in horror before Trunks kneed him in the chest and Gohan elbowed him in the back. Frieza fell to the ground and coughed oozing purple blood. He looked forward and saw them powering up some sort of attack. "Kaaa.meee.haaa.meee." "Burning Attack." Frieza shook his head in disagreeance but found it no help. "Haaa!" they both yelled at the same time firing one huge beam of energy incinerating Frieza.
Trunks thought he couldn't be any happier. Gohan, his mentor, his idol, his best friend had returned to him! Gohan explained that the time rip had also brought him back from the dead as well. Gohan and Trunks headed to the underground city. They needed to band the people together, and motivate them to keep on living and that the Androids would be stopped at any cost. How they were going to do this neither of them knew, but they'd have to try.
End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 The Alliance
Gohan had taken care of gathering the people together and leading them to the Town Square, where Trunks had set-up a podium with a microphone. Most of the men were grumpy and hadn't liked being disturbed. Eventually they all gathered and were ready to listen to Trunks. "Attention, people of earth. I know firsthand that everything that has happened since the Androids first appeared all those years ago, that nothing has been easy. But what truly in life is easy I ask you? There will always be hardships along the way, but nothing we cannot overcome. The Androids are no different; we can't be mindless drones all our lives and fear them. I once thought we could, but now I can see the light in the tunnel, I don't need to be afraid anymore.
"I know that many of you have lost your friends and families to these murderers, but we have to go on living! The Androids don't control us, they don't rule over us! We can fight back, we will defeat them! My father once told me 'know your enemy,' my mother once told me 'one man alone cannot change history,' and now I believe her. It's gonna take all of us to conquer and reclaim what is rightfully ours. We have to fight, we have to survive. If we let the Androids take our freedom then they've already won. But we can't let that happen! We will not let that happen, at least I wont. I'm going to stand up to them tell them 'you can take my family, my friends, and everything I care about, but you will not.take my freedom.I will not fear you.ever again'!"
Trunks paused for a breath and noticed that everyone was leaning forward in their seats silent. Apparently Trunks' speech had already made an impact. "We have to live on. We can't sit back and let the Androids destroy our homes, kill our friends, murder our families, and butcher our children. We have to go to them and say 'we will not take this anymore! You may be stronger than we could ever hope to be, but our hearts are pure and we will stand up to you until the bitter end!' A wise man once told me 'just think of all the people you're fighting for and how much you care about each and every one of them, and let that be your weapon.' That man's name was Goku, you may not know who he was, but he was a great man who feared nothing and looked danger right in the eyes and laughed. We all need to be like Goku and stare the Androids down and reclaim our lives!"
Abruptly everyone in the audience arose from their seats and cheered and clapped like mad. Trunks sighed inwardly and smiled. Trunks turned to Gohan who was on the verge of tears. Trunks had won them over. The people now had a new hope that they could soon lead normal lives again. Gohan and himself would soon storm the Androids' fortress and destroy them, or die trying. No, Trunks was confident they could beat them.but at what cost? End of Chapter 4.
Authors Notes:
Hey this is JonnieE; here's my first all-Trunks story (bet you're happy). Future Trunks, Goku, and the others are chasing down Imperfect Cell in Bulma's capsule ship. This is what I like to call a DB "what if" story, dealing with (as you might've already guessed) an event where something that didn't actually happen happens, or a what if something, something happened differently. Enjoy!
This, is yet another chapter, in the story of the future that never was.
Madms@worldnet.att.net, you know the drill!
End of Authors Notes.
Chapter 1
A Deep Sleep
Trunks felt as if this entire dilemma was his fault. Time had altered so greatly that there was a third android, Android 16 running around with the two that had already plagued his own time. And now.Cell. Trunks wasn't even aware that this abomination to modern science had even existed, but was relieved he found out in time. Trunks leaned against the wall of his mother's capsule airship; a deep-in-thought Piccolo meditated with crossed legs and folded arms on the floor peacefully. Krillin and Gohan were playing some sort of card game while Tien and Yamcha were talking of the events that lie ahead. Trunks continued to observe Piccolo. Piccolo was hardly aware of Trunks' presence. A nap seemed very relaxing to Trunks; he needed to get a rest from this desperate searching anyway.
Trunks bid everyone a fond farewell as he hopped into his time capsule and fired up the engines. He waved goodbye to Gohan, Bulma, and Vegeta as the engines heated and revved up. The final climactic battle with Cell had proven Gohan the victor and the Androids defeated. Trunks now needed to return to his home and battle his own set of Androids. A tear came to Trunks' eye while he remembered how Yamcha had described how madly Vegeta had defended him after Cell had killed him. Trunks would miss the father that he finally understood and grew to love.
Trunks felt chilling vibes move through his body during the time machine's long decent back to his home. He didn't know why, but something was bothering him. Deep down, Trunks knew the Androids would be a piece of cake to defeat after his training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. But for an unknown, unseen reason.he had some very serious doubts. Something had always kept him from defeating the Androids in the past, such as weakness, defending innocents, or being too afraid. Trunks didn't think this time would be any different.
The timer sounded and the capsule vibrated until a low hum marked the arrival in Trunks' home. Trunks closed his eyes and inhaled deeply holding his breath. Trunks tenderly pressed the hatch release button and a -whirr- noise was heard before the capsule hood completely opened. Still holding his breath and tightly shutting his eyes, Trunks hopped out of the ship. What Trunks saw would have given him a heart attack had he not been expecting something to be wrong. There were endless miles of desolation, unfathomable destruction, and unexplainable eerieness. There was disturbed landscape as far as the eyes could see. No cities, no houses, no life. This had to have been a terrible nightmare; Trunks held his chest and shed tears of worry and tension. "What? N-N-o, no way! The Androids couldn't have caused this much damage in the short time I was gone!" Trunks doubled over when he raised his head towards the sky, a gigantic red wormhole was nestled tightly in the skies all over earth, small particles were continually sucked upwards into it.
Trunks hoped to God that the quaint little Capsule Corp. dome would still be there, that his mother would be okay, and that the Androids hadn't taken the only thing left that mattered to him.
Trunks' body relaxed a little and he exhaled a deeply fulfilled sigh of relief. There it was, Capsule Corp. was still intact among around nine destroyed cars and skyscrapers. Trunks' eyes then widened once again with alarm as he spotted a large hole blown into the building's ceiling. "Mom! Nooo!" Without thinking, Trunks leaped through the front door sending a hail of splintered wood in every direction, he darted around the hallways and frantically searched. Trunks stopped dead in his tracks. His skin changed from a light olive tinge, to a sickly green as if he were to vomit right then and there. There Bulma laid sprawled on the floor, bleeding from the forehead and mouth, and not moving. There was a large gap in her chest and a small bullet-sized hole in the back of her once complete head. Trunks dashed forward and lifted the limb body of his mother in his sweating arms. His dark violet jacket turned a sticky red as he held the corpse of the one who had raised him from birth and nurtured him. Trunks had no idea how long he had just lain in the room with his mother crying his eyes out and screaming until this throat felt raw and irritated and his eyes puffy and burning.
Trunks continued to sob even after he drew a small heart with the tip of his fingernail on a mound of dirt where he had buried his once beaming with happiness mother. Trunks unsheathed his chipped and battered sword and saluted Bulma while holding it. Trunks abruptly stopped. Gohan.Vegeta, Piccolo.Krillin.Tien, Yamcha, and Chautzio.all lost because of these monsters. Millions of innocent people.thousands of men.hundreds of women.and children, poor, defenseless children who hadn't done anything wrong. Because of them. The Androids.and now Bulma, the only thing left Trunks truly cared about. Gone! In an instant. Trunks didn't even notice the hot blood dripping from the now engraved fingernail marks in his palms. His sky blue eyes began to falter and fade until they were no longer visible. Without warning, Trunks' muscles burst from his chest and grew to the size of cannons! His hair grew long and spiny, rocks and debris hovered around him and soon sprang outward like a slingshot. Trunks roared with anger, hate, and sadness. He slammed his cannonball fists into the dirt- encrusted earth until it split beneath his feet and a crater enveloped him completely. With all his power Trunks bellowed another primordial cry that caused his hair to explode into a vibrant gold.
Trunks breathed heavily and relaxed a little. His enormous muscles gradually decreased in size until he had his normal build and height back. Trunks' hair glowed its normal violet tinge and fell to his face. Again Trunks collapsed onto the ground and could do nothing but sob.
Trunks trudged through the soft mud with absolutely no emotions inside of him. Whatever this new threat was (the sky portal), Trunks was confident the Androids had caused it, and if he was right, that meant the Androids had gotten stronger somehow. Trunks met his destination and raised his head upwards. He remembered the tower leading towards Kami's old lookout (Kami in Trunks' time, Dende in the regular timeline). Trunks knew of only one way to gain enough strength to stand up to 17 and 18, he just hoped that the Hyperbolic Time Chamber was still intact.
End of Chapter 1. Chapter 2 Pathway to Suicide
Trunks stood in awe of the destruction upon Kami's tower. There was utter silence, but Trunks felt a presence among him. Trunks followed the path of destruction past the burning garden and Mr. Popo's corpse, to the answer to Trunks' situation. The Hyperbolic Time Chamber laid in ruins, the clocks destroyed, and the door caved in. That portal in the sky was a rip in time, the Androids must've blown up the chamber causing this to happen. The two different time speeds must've interloped and caused a cataclysmic time break. Trunks debated whether or not to go in. He assumed that since he was in another time frame he could go in and train for two more years. But if he were wrong, he'd be trapped forever.
The eyes watched Trunks carefully but without worry. The body that the eyes belonged to was a tall, slender one with an omnipotent weapon. Its black robe slid on the tall ceiling where it was currently positioned. The thing had been hiding its power so the boy would not notice. Interesting it was for the boy to think the Androids had destroyed the chamber. The boy seemed to pick up on something and feel as if he wasn't alone. Without hesitation, the thing vanished.
Trunks looked back down at his feet. He closed his eyes and stepped in. All appeared normal. The unlimited food supply was still working, but the beds and bath were gone, and the once soothing white landscape was now a crimson red. Trunks thought it no better time to train. He removed his lavender jacket and threw down his sword. Trunks stepped into the red atmosphere and felt gravity over a thousand immediately pull him downwards. He flew back up and grasped his chest as if in pain. This would be a lot harder than Trunks had thought.
Six months.Trunks was on the verge of insanity. His power level had grown well over thirteen million, but that no longer mattered. Bulma was gone, so was Gohan and Trunks' father Vegeta. Trunks had nothing left to fight for; there was no point in fighting the Androids anymore. Trunks had gone way off the deep end. Revenge no longer meant anything to him. Many a night he lay on the hard linoleum floor of the cabin twisting the blade of his word into his fingers until they bled. He felt no pain, no satisfaction, just emptiness. Psychotic didn't even scratch the surface, paranoia was irrelevant, depression not even close. Trunks had been severely traumatized for life by the Android's havoc. But it only now was surfacing to its peak. Trunks found now that he had frequent twitches and involuntary jerks. On two occasions he had near death seizures. Training was the only thing that kept his mind stable or at ease. But he no longer took pleasure in it. Trunks' mentality had been collapsed from a combination of Gohan and his mothers' death, Vegeta's continual abuse during the fight with Cell, and training in this place.
On several occasions Trunks begged death to take him, as he lay awake at night. He had possibly the worst case of insomnia ever documented. He hadn't slept for two and a half of the six months he was in the chamber. He had already been to Hell and back, or in other words, what he perceived as Hell. Trunks seriously doubted that a Heaven even truly existed. Trunks floated into the endless void and flew until he reached the portion where the floor was actually solid. He didn't even bother to train. Not even that was keeping him halfway normal anymore. Going on eight months.still no sleep. Trunks drove his fists into the hard ground until he felt the crack of bone.
"Gohan! Why did you leave!?" more of a statement than a question. "Gohan I hate you! I hate you Vegeta, I hate you Bulma, Yamcha, Piccolo, Tien, Chautzio! I hate you all!" Trunks clasped his skull and curled into a fetal position twitching helplessly on the ground. Trunks cried again as he had done so many times over. Trunks' now long hair stuck to his wet from tears face. Trunks briefly opened his eyes and spotted a rock at his feet. He lifted it and it magically became a Dragon Ball! Trunks raised an eyebrow in wonder and confusion. The ball burst in his hands and disappeared. Trunks drew his sword and quickly spun, Gohan was standing behind him.
"G-G-G-Gohan?" Trunks stuttered. Gohan smiled and floated away slowly. Trunks reached out his arm in protest but was too late. Gohan vanished. Trunks felt his eyes well up with tears again, when someone yanked him into the air by his shirt. Trunks went wide-eyed as he saw Vegeta lifting him and laughing insanely. "What's wrong son? Feeling any pain? Grow up! Take it like a man! I was wrong to even think of you as my son you pathetic weakling!" Trunks glared into his father's cold bloodless eyes and snarled. Trunks swung a fist but soon realized he was on the ground again. This time Bulma waltzed towards him, and spoke with a zombofied look in her eyes. "Why Trunks.you let me down, your father, Gohan, everyone. You truly are a failure." Trunks felt his already cracked heart shatter into tiny pieces. He knew these visions would not cease. Trunks, without thinking, lifted the blade of his sword facing his chest. Trunks thrust it through and heard a burst from the small of his back. Trunks felt hot blood bubble from his throat and stomach into his mouth and begin to stain his teeth. Trunks' eyes crossed and he fell to his knees helplessly.
Trunks could feel the life slowly seeping from his body, his eyes grew heavy and the tingling in his arms turned to numbness. Gohan appeared before Trunks one last time. Trunks looked away painfully. "Trunks.get a hold of yourself, stop running away from your fears and do something about them!" It wasn't Gohan's voice. This one was very deep and wise sounding, with age in its voice. "You have all the power you need to defeat the Androids, you just have to try! You can do it Trunks; I have faith in you, if you would only have faith in me." Trunks couldn't believe what he was hearing. He remained silent and listened intently to "Gohan."
"No.no! You're not Gohan!" "Correct.but that is not important, listen to my words Trunks. You and I both know that what you said about Gohan and the others isn't true. You love all of them dearly, shed the emotional problems and fight back! Do what your father and mentor could not, defeat the Androids and restore peace to the earth. If not for them, do it for yourself. Purge yourself of your inner demons and destroy the outer ones. Stop denying yourself and putting yourself down. You can do it."
Trunks awoke on the floor of the cabin. It had been the first time he'd slept in ages. Trunks looked at himself in the mirror. The impale mark was gone, and his sword in its scabbard. Trunks was very confused about what had happened, and with good reason. Trunks had a pretty good idea who had contacted him. Trunks nodded incoherently to himself and put on his jacket. It was right. Trunks had to destroy the Androids, unify the people of earth, and free his inner demons. He had already destroyed the inner ones, but what of the outer.?
End of Chapter 2. Chapter 3 An Old Friend
Trunks emerged from the chamber and realized he'd been in there for a year and a half. Everything appeared normal, well, as normal as Trunks' time usually was anyway. Trunks left the lookout and flew across the barren landscape, heading for the underground city. There were about ten thousand remaining humans left there, he needed to contact them. Trunks felt something punch him from behind. He quickly looked up to see a metallic Frieza looming above. "Frieza?" Trunks gasped. After a brief conversation with this psycho, Trunks realized that Dr. Gero, Android 19, and King Cold had also resurfaced from the gigantic time rip. Trunks turned Super Saiyan and slashed at Frieza with his sword. Frieza sidestepped and gave Trunks a vigorous left hook. Trunks began a slicing frenzy that finally ended when Frieza grabbed the sword and kneed Trunks in the stomach! Trunks had no idea how he'd be able to fight the Androids if he couldn't beat a supped up Frieza.
Trunks leaped backwards as a mysterious shadow appeared from nowhere and kicked Frieza three yards away! The thing powered down and its hair turned a silky black.Trunks hung his mouth open in shock and amazement. Could it be? Trunks flew forward and shouted in happiness. "Gohan!" Gohan turned towards Trunks and smirked proudly. "We can catch up later Trunks, but first lets take care of Frieza!" Trunks nodded and powered up to Super Saiyan. Frieza gawked in horror before Trunks kneed him in the chest and Gohan elbowed him in the back. Frieza fell to the ground and coughed oozing purple blood. He looked forward and saw them powering up some sort of attack. "Kaaa.meee.haaa.meee." "Burning Attack." Frieza shook his head in disagreeance but found it no help. "Haaa!" they both yelled at the same time firing one huge beam of energy incinerating Frieza.
Trunks thought he couldn't be any happier. Gohan, his mentor, his idol, his best friend had returned to him! Gohan explained that the time rip had also brought him back from the dead as well. Gohan and Trunks headed to the underground city. They needed to band the people together, and motivate them to keep on living and that the Androids would be stopped at any cost. How they were going to do this neither of them knew, but they'd have to try.
End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 The Alliance
Gohan had taken care of gathering the people together and leading them to the Town Square, where Trunks had set-up a podium with a microphone. Most of the men were grumpy and hadn't liked being disturbed. Eventually they all gathered and were ready to listen to Trunks. "Attention, people of earth. I know firsthand that everything that has happened since the Androids first appeared all those years ago, that nothing has been easy. But what truly in life is easy I ask you? There will always be hardships along the way, but nothing we cannot overcome. The Androids are no different; we can't be mindless drones all our lives and fear them. I once thought we could, but now I can see the light in the tunnel, I don't need to be afraid anymore.
"I know that many of you have lost your friends and families to these murderers, but we have to go on living! The Androids don't control us, they don't rule over us! We can fight back, we will defeat them! My father once told me 'know your enemy,' my mother once told me 'one man alone cannot change history,' and now I believe her. It's gonna take all of us to conquer and reclaim what is rightfully ours. We have to fight, we have to survive. If we let the Androids take our freedom then they've already won. But we can't let that happen! We will not let that happen, at least I wont. I'm going to stand up to them tell them 'you can take my family, my friends, and everything I care about, but you will not.take my freedom.I will not fear you.ever again'!"
Trunks paused for a breath and noticed that everyone was leaning forward in their seats silent. Apparently Trunks' speech had already made an impact. "We have to live on. We can't sit back and let the Androids destroy our homes, kill our friends, murder our families, and butcher our children. We have to go to them and say 'we will not take this anymore! You may be stronger than we could ever hope to be, but our hearts are pure and we will stand up to you until the bitter end!' A wise man once told me 'just think of all the people you're fighting for and how much you care about each and every one of them, and let that be your weapon.' That man's name was Goku, you may not know who he was, but he was a great man who feared nothing and looked danger right in the eyes and laughed. We all need to be like Goku and stare the Androids down and reclaim our lives!"
Abruptly everyone in the audience arose from their seats and cheered and clapped like mad. Trunks sighed inwardly and smiled. Trunks turned to Gohan who was on the verge of tears. Trunks had won them over. The people now had a new hope that they could soon lead normal lives again. Gohan and himself would soon storm the Androids' fortress and destroy them, or die trying. No, Trunks was confident they could beat them.but at what cost? End of Chapter 4.