Prologue
"It's over," he repeated in his
mind for the past week or so. "That's
it, no more androids to destroy the world.
The fight is done."
The half-Saiyan sat there, on a
cliff, where he had last seen his best friend alive, at least the old one. The androids who killed him where gone for
several months now; all the training he received in the past was enough to put
the androids off line for good. He still
did not like the fact the same androids were still in the time-period he helped
saved, but he knew that his father and Gohan in the past would keep the
situation under control.
"Gohan, I hope I've made you
proud." The memories of his friend's
death always brought tears to his eyes; only in battle did he hold them
back.
"Gohan!" The body of his master laid on the deserted
street.
"Oh no. No."
He could feel that Gohan was dead, but he
did not want to accept it.
"Gohan. Why did you have to do it? Why do you have to leave me? It's not fair!"
"Oh gosh no. What did they do to you Gohan?!
You were my best friend. You
were everything to me. Everything."
Kneeling down, the half-Saiyan
kid started to shake the body.
"This just isn't fair."
Reality finally hit him hard, as
he was getting drenched in the rain.
"Gohan. Gohan.
GOOOOOHHHHAAAANNNN!"
Rubbing his watery eyes, Trunks
stood up and looked at the stars. He
smiled, knowing that somewhere Gohan was looking down proudly at his
pupil. He took to the air and looked at
his watch.
"Nine-thirty. Mom's gonna kill me. Well, at least I did get that hair cut."
