It was raining. That was about the only real thing that he really noticed aside from the unconscious form carefully cradled in his arms and the searing pain that was shooting all up and down his body.
He still couldn't believe that those irresponsible bastards had done this. His mind was still reeling from the shock, he supposed. But then they were only human- completely different from him.
He was half human, half saiyan.
All warrior.
And right now he was so incredibly pissed off at the world that if not for the constant reminder of the young girl that he carried- along with the pain and blood loss he was currently suffering from his wounds- he might have actually done something reckless.
Like go off the deep end and blow up the goddamn planet.
Lord knew that he had been so enraged upon his return to the rebel base where he had learned of what the people there had done to his daughter.
I mean really, how dare they hand her over to Black in the desperate hope that he just might let them live. The man was a sadist and a monster in the truest sense of the word.
The state that he had found his daughter in just a little while ago spoke volumes as to the man's character, or lack thereof.
He had found his daughter, Shizuru lying on the floor of Black's hideout in the mountains- in chains, naked, bleeding, covered in so many deep gashes and cuts and bruises that he would be surprised her skin wasn't permanently stained multi colored from the painful experience that she had suffered at Blacks hands.
As it was he wouldn't be alive long enough to see to it that she was properly cared for so that she could get past the pain of what had happened. He knew it because he could feel his life slipping away. And maybe that was for the best now- he no longer had any desire to fight for the cursed creatures that had betrayed him and his precious daughter to the enemy just to save themselves.
He swallowed past the lump in his throat as he shifted one of his big hands to brush back a few strands of her long dark hair. Carefully tucking the wet strands of silk behind one of her shell like ears.
God. He breathed as he closed his eyes for a moment in an effort to stave off passing out. He had been such a failure as a father.
He had of course blamed part of that fact on him having been thirteen when he had entered the breeding program. And out of all of the children that he had sired, Shizuru had been the only one not to die of complications, illness, starvation and so on.
And while he had been present for her birth, he hadn't been allowed to stay and bond with her. Probably because of the fact that later on down the line there had been a minute chance that he would be paired with her for breeding purposes.
He hadn't liked that. But he had understood that with the human race on the brink of extinction- he could do nothing about it.
Attempting to breed with anyone but the person you were paired with always ended badly via fighting, murder, rape and all around general human brand of violence that he had grown up exposed too.
And then when Shizuru's mother had died a year in a half after her birth, no one had bothered to let him know. In fact he had lost track of her for almost eight years. After which he found out that her mother had died of cancer and Shizuru had simply vanished off of the face of the earth.
Something that should have been impossible for someone who had had a microchip installed under her skin as an infant just so she could be tracked.
After that he had spent eight long, miserable, and unsettling years trying to find out where she was. What she was doing. If she was happy.
The truth of her situation, once he had found out about it, had been horrific beyond even his imaginings. And each one of the bastards that had hurt his little girl had died screaming for the damage that they had done to her. But by then it had almost been too late.
Shizuru, his precious little girl had been totally convinced that she wasn't human. That she deserved to be hurt by those sick and twisted people.
She had asked him to hurt her a few times when he had first brought her home- his stomach still twisted itself into knots whenever he recalled the event.
She had still been so sweet and innocent despite the pain inflicted upon her that she hadn't understood that it wasn't right for her to ask him, her very own father, to hurt her in the fashion that she had asked. She hadn't understood when he had hugged her and told her that nothing that had happened was her fault, she shouldn't think such things.
No one would ever hurt her again, he had promised.
And up until a few days ago he had managed to keep that promise. But those damn cowards at the rebel base had made a liar out of him.
And since he couldn't trust those he had once called his 'friends' to take care of his daughter, he had planned to do the only thing that he could. He would send her back to the past. To his young mother and father using the time machine that had been built for him, in the hopes that his father and mother would take care of his little girl.
He cared not for any other outcome but her safety and protection.
Rage fired his blood once again as he thought of how Shizuru must have cried and screamed for him to come and help her only to be silenced by Black's mocking voice. Tightening his arms around her body a little bit, he none too gracefully got to his feet and began to stagger forward.
He didn't have much farther to go before he would reach the time machine. And once he did...Shizuru would be free of this miserable place and he could finally die knowing that he had done right by her for once.
Half walking, half stumbling the rest of the mile long trek to where he had hidden the time machine, he felt only a vague sense of relief in finding it still in one piece.
Setting Shizuru down not far from him, he went to work on uncovering the device so that he could set everything. After all there was no point in sending her away if she would only end up minutes, hours, weeks, months or maybe even a year or two from the present date.
His body was growing heavy and cumbersome in it's movements, but he somehow managed to do what was needed before he went and picked his daughter up again. Vaguely noting this time that he barely had any real strength left to lift her up into his arms and carry her as he had been.
Swallowing thickly, he carefully- well okay- perhaps not as carefully as he should have given his waning strength, placed her inside of the time machine and pressed the button that would send her far, far away from him and felt a strange sense of peace settle over him as he fell back away from the machine as it began to glow and move up into the sky above him.
He never really registered the fact that he was now laying flat on his back staring up at the stormy sky where the machine had just been. Nor did he register the fact that he was laying in a pool of his own blood.
He felt numb, drained- his heart beat and lungs slowing even as a familiar face crossed his sight.
It was Black, he noted with a peculiar sense of satisfaction as he gazed up at him with partially unfocused eyes as a small smile tugged at his lips.
"Where is she?" Black demanded.
Trunks said nothing, he doubted that he had the strength left to speak anyways. Everything was darkening. Which was probably why he didn't notice Black send a furious look his way before muttering, "Fine. I'll find her on my own." Before he sent a powerful ki blast right at Trunk's head.
Killing him instantly.