I have made minor changes to this chapter, and will for the next, to try to fix all the errors (spelling, grammatical, and continuity) that riddle it.
A/N: This is my first fic ever...so PLEASE be nice, and please review. Flames will only be used to warm up my house...mwahahaha...uhh never mind....(I am a good writer, no one REALLY wants to flame you, I am a good writer, just keep repeating that. ^-^) Well, on with the disclaimer, although if anyone thinks these are my ideas, that I came up with all on my own then...I like you^-^...believe what you want to believe, yes...o.k. on to the disclaimer...CHARGE!!!
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own DBZ or any other form of Dragon Ball, much to my dismay, but I won't bother you with any useless babble about my life so here's my story.(oh, by the way Trunks is about 8 years old.)
"Get up you brat!" Vegeta spat at his son, Trunks. "Or are you too weak to do even that?"
Trunks tried his hardest to move, but the punch from his father that had sent him sprawling to the floor, and the increased gravity of the room made it all the more difficult. Under the stern stare of his father, he began to wonder if Vegeta was right. Was he really all that weak? Again he tried to push himself up, but his little legs wouldn't hold him, and he fell again. Vegeta scowled, and picked up his son, carried him out of the Gravity Room by the neck of his shirt, and threw him to the ground. "Come back when you can actually put up a good fight," he spat, closing the door behind him.
Trunks got up, and wiped away the tears that were brimming his eyes, he knew it'd make his father even more mad to see that he was crying. Crying was for the weak, and Trunks was determined to prove to his dad that he was not weak, but why did his dad have to be so hard on him? Why couldn't he at least congratulate him when he'd made it to super saiyen or say anything other than 'get up, brat' when he was knocked on his rump, or at least call him by his name? As much as it dismayed him these were things out of Trunk's powers to change, so as his stomach growled he went to the kitchen door to eat dinner, but was stopped by his mom, who told him he needed to go wash his hands, and put on some clean clothes, before he was to even step foot in her kitchen.
It was after ten, when Trunks had finished all his homework, and eating dinner, he lay in bed thinking about how tomorrow would be, when he felt a strong Ki approaching. He shot up from bed, and ran to his window, but before he even got there the Ki disappeared. "That doesn't look good," he muttered under his breath, just as he heard Vegeta power up, and fly out the front door in his super saiyen form, in the direction the mysterious Ki had come from. Trunks was about to follow when his mom came into his room.
"Trunks dear, I don't want you going out there. Go back to bed, you have school tomorrow. Your father and Goku can deal with this mystery man," she said in a stern voice.
"But mom, I-" he started before Bulma gave him a death glare, and said, "Look young man, when I say no, I mean no. Got it? No exceptions, if's, and's, or but's! You're way too young to go off fighting the enemies of the Earth at all hours of the night!!" She lectured.
'Aw man, I never get to help with the fights. I'm not too young to help the world, I'm a Saiyen, the son of the Prince of all Sayins to be exact. I'm strong enough to help. Why am I always left behind? It's not like I need to go to school! They aren't teaching anything of importance.' Trunks thought with a scowl on his face.
"Don't give me that look young man, you are the child in this family, and I'm the parent, my word goes, not yours!" Bulma stated, "Now, get back in bed!"
Trunks sighed, and gave his mom one last glare before turning around, and climbing back into bed. 'I bet I could beat this guy by myself with my hands tied behind my back.' He thought with a smile as sleep overtook him.
"Trunks, wake up, you're going to be late for school," Bulma yelled from the kitchen.
Trunks jerked awake at his mother's yelling, and looked at his digital clock to the left of him. It was 7:45. 'Great, he thought, school starts in 5 minutes.' He jumped out of bed, and quickly got dressed. He ran down the stairs, by passed his dad who was looking thoroughly pissed, and skipped breakfast, or at least his normal buffet, instead having a simple sandwich. Running out the front door, he turned super and flew as fast as he could to his school.
He got there and was right in front of his class's door, when the late bell rang. "Oh man," he sighed, "maybe I can sneak into my desk without being noticed." But unfortunately he couldn't, his teacher, Mr. Hayse, had always hated him for some reason, and was just waiting for Trunks to come to class late.
"Well, well, well. Look who decided to join us," He stated with a smirk, "Mr. Briefs, do you have any idea that the punishment for being late for my class is one week's worth of detention?"
"WHAT?!" Trunks replied, fear evident in his voice. 'Dad'll kill me if I miss training for this', he thought panicked.
"Yes, that is the appropriate punishment, and I expect you to start showing up for it tomorrow," Mr. Hayes replied, "now take your seat." Trunks hanging his head did as he was told. He didn't pay much attention to the lessons of the day. He was only thinking of how he was going to get out of this alive, much less keep any shred of the little amount of pride his dad had for him.
It was lunch, and after Trunks had finished eating he went out to the playground. He went around the corner of the building, where no one could see him, so he could think without being disturbed, when out of no where he was hit from behind, he fell flat on his face, as someone's foot came down on his head, and knee on his back, keeping him pinned to the ground. "So, you're the infamous Vegeta's brat?" The person holding him down said.
Trunks struggled to get out from under this guy's foot, but he couldn't. 'How could this be?' He thought. No one but the Z-fighters could pin him down like this, and this guy was definitely not one of the Z- fighters. Trunks was getting angry, but knew he couldn't go super, because there was a lot of innocent bystanders nearby. It was unfortunate that there was no way he could get the guy off him without going super. So instead he resolved to just yelling, "Who are you and how do you know my dad?"
"Let's just say we have a common...friend," the mystery man replied smoothly, then in a condescending tone said more than asked "Do tell him that I've been sent here by his friend for revenge, will you." He then grabbed Trunks by his right arm, pulled him up, making sure he never saw his face, and smacked him on the back of his neck, knocking him out instantly. He dropped Trunks back on the ground, and disappeared from sight; leaving Trunks to wake up half an hour later with a pounding head ache, and another week of detention for being late for his later classes.
School had ended almost half an hour ago, and Trunks was flying as slow as possible home thinking about the day's events, and how he was going to explain to his parents about the two weeks detention he now had, much less how he had been knocked out by a mysterious man who he never saw the face of, but was told this guy wanted revenge on his father.
Even though he was flying slower than he'd ever flown, he still made it to his home sooner than he would of if he'd walked. He landed at the front door and stared at it for a while before reaching out a shaking hand to turn the door knob, but before he reached it the door flew open, and in front of him stood his mother, Bulma, looking extremely pissed. 'oh uh, she must have found out about the detention.' he thought to himself, unconsciously taking a step backwards.
"You got detention for TWO weeks in a ROW!!!" She exclaimed, "What were you thinking, skipping your classes after lunch?!"
'Well, actually I wasn't thinking anything. I was too busy in the world of unconsciousness to think about getting in trouble for being late.' He thought to himself before replying with a simple "I don't know."
'Now isn't the time to tell her I was attacked, she'd panic, and call dad to go do something about this, who'd in turn think I was even more of a weakling, for not being able to stand up to a mere human...but this guy wasn't just a mere human, was he?' Trunks thought. 'Maybe this is the guy whose ki we felt last night, but never managed to find.'
"You, don't know?!" Bulma yelled, "I can't handle this, I want you to go see your father. He'll be giving you your punishment this time, maybe then you'll learn not to cut class."
Trunks' eyes bugged out and he started to look around for his father's ki, he found him in the gravity room. 'Well, at least he's in there. That means I have at least a couple hours before my funeral, when he's done training.' He thought before he heard his mother yell for Vegeta at the top of her lungs, "VEGETA!!! I want you to get out of that GR right now, and deal with your son!"
Trunks eyes got even bigger, if that was even possible. 'Oh my god, he's going to kill me now, he might not of if mom hadn't interrupted his training, but now I'm dead, there's no saving myself.' he was thinking just as his father stormed into the room and said, "He's your son too, I am the Prince Of all Saiyens, I will not take orders from a woman like you." Bulma's eyes narrowed and she said in a calm voice, "if you do not take care of this I will destroy your beloved Gravity room."
"You wouldn't," Vegeta replied glaring at her.
"Don't try me," Bulma warned while turning away from him and heading back to her lab, and calling, "You better deal with this problem or you can say goodbye to the GR," as she closed the door to it, and continued on her new inventions.
Vegeta turned to his son and asked, "So, you like cutting classes do you?" while grabbing his son's arm and dragging him to the Gravity Room. Vegeta didn't see the need of his son going to school, so he didn't mind too much about him doing that, but because of his son's actions he was going to miss two weeks of needed training. "Well, since you seem to have gotten yourself out of training for a while, we'll just have to make up for it all today."
"But dad, I had a very good reason for not going to those classes," Trunks defended himself. Vegeta stopped in front of the GR's door and turned around to face his son, "Oh yeah, and what was your 'good' reason?"
"I was knocked out by this guy," he quickly answered. Vegeta raised his eyebrows and scoffed, "You were knocked out by a human?"
"Well, I don't think he was a human," Trunks replied lowering his eyes from his father's.
"I see," Vegeta stated calmly, obviously not believing his son, "and what makes you think that?" Trunks looked back up at his father, and started explaining to his dad all that had happened since lunch. When he was done explaining everything to his father, he looked back down, wondering what his father was thinking.
'A common friend, who wants revenge?' Vegeta thought, 'Who could that be, especially one strong enough to knock out my son? It doesn't matter, anyway. Whoever it was, they're going to pay for ever laying a hand on my son!'
He turned to Trunks, and saw that his son wasn't looking at him, and he thought about all the times he had the chance to talk to his son and show that he loved him, but choose not to. He unconsciously reached out and almost put a comforting hand on his son's shoulders when he noticed what he was doing, and pulled his hand back in the crossed form they were normally in and grimaced as he thought of how weak he was becoming to almost give in to emotions such as love. Instead, to cover up his mistake he scowled, and pushed his son into the Gravity Room, telling him not to tell such lies to cover up for skipping class.
Trunks was back in his room lying in bed thinking about the guy who had knocked him out, his two weeks detention, and his very painful training lesson with his dad just minutes before. He was still sore and aching everywhere from being knocked around the gravity room for so long. He finally gave into sleep, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.
The next day he woke up on time, went to school with no problems, and somehow got through an extremely boring detention. He would go home, do his little amount of homework, and spend the rest of his time training with his dad as long as his mom would allow him to stay up.
His day's continued like this, and before he knew it another month had gone by, it seemed as if the mystery man that had hit him a month earlier had disappeared, and was quickly being forgotten about.
It was Saturday and Trunks had just finished his training with his dad. He decided to go visit Goten. When he got to the Son's house, he knocked on the door, and Chi-chi answered.
"Hey, is Goten here?" Trunks asked.
Chi-chi smiled and said, "No, I'm sorry he and his brother and father all went out camping in the mountains, they should be back tomorrow though."
Trunks frowned for a second thinking how his father would never take him camping, before saying, "Ok, thanks, I'll come back tomorrow then." He then turned around and flew off yelling bye to his friend's mom and waving.
Trunks flew off to a secluded area that Goten and him would go to, to spar. He landed and decided to do some training of his own, when he was hit by an energy blast from the side. It wasn't too strong of a blast, but because he was caught off guard he was thrown to the side. A little dazed he pushed himself back up, and looked around to see where the blast had come from, when he heard someone above him ask, "Did you miss me?" He looked up and saw a strange man hovering above him, he didn't recognize the man, but he did recognize his voice. It was the same one who had knocked him out earlier. He looked up angrily at the man, to see him smirking. "What do you want?" He yelled.
"I already told you that," the man said, "revenge." He came flying down on Trunks and punched him nicely in the stomach, knocking the air out of him, and then brought his fist down on Trunks' head.
Trunks' vision blurred and he just barely managed to move out of the way as another, stronger, ki blast was sent pummeling at him. He turned super and tried to beat the man this way, but to no avail. The rest of the battle was uneventful; he managed to block an attack here and there, but basically got his ass kicked. The worst thing was, that Trunks couldn't sense this man's Ki. 'Is he another android?' he wondered as he was punched square in the face, leaving a good-sized bruise.
The man, as if reading his thoughts said, "This is pathetic, I was created to be able to destroy the almighty and powerful saiyens, and here I am fighting one, who can't even hold his own, when I'm not even trying. Are all of you monkeys this weak?"
Trunks dodged another ki blast to his left only to be hit by one on his right. 'Created? So he is another android, but how was he created Dr. Gero was killed by-' his thoughts were cut short by a blast from the man that hit him full force. He fell backwards, and tried to move, but was stopped as a searing pain came over his body, and he yet again fell into the darkness of unconsciousness, only hearing the malicious laughter of the android.
Vegeta was training as usual when he felt his son's Ki rise considerably. At first he thought that Trunks was just sparring with Goten, but he didn't sense Goten's Ki near Trunks', and Trunks was becoming weaker by the second. Fear struck him as he wondered what could possibly be happening to his son, and he ran out of the G.R. turning super instantly, and flying in the direction his son's ki was dropping.
The android was about to go for the kill when he sensed Vegeta's ki racing towards him. He smirked, and stood there waiting for Vegeta to arrive. "Hmph, I guess I can make this more fun by killing the boy, in front of his father's eyes," he said with a maniacal laugh.
Vegeta sped up as he felt his son's ki drop down below normal, and soon came upon the secluded hill, where his son and the android were. At first he didn't see his son's crippled body lying on the ground, but he noticed him when Trunks moved a bit and groaned. He dropped down beside his son, and glared daggers at the android.
"I will make you regret ever touching my son," he growled, but unfortunately Trunks didn't hear that his dad cared because he was of course unconscious again.
The android laughed and said, "You think you could even come close to laying a hand on me, much less make me regret my 'wrong doings'?" the android laughed even harder. "The only reason the boy isn't dead yet, is because I wanted to wait till, you got here so you could watch your only son die." He replied while reaching out his hand, and releasing a strong ki blast at Trunks' body, but Vegeta was too fast for him, he grabbed Trunks and moved them both out of the way of the blast. The android's once amused face changed to a frown.
"You shouldn't of done that." He growled.
"Oh, and why not?"
The android then began smiling an evil smile before saying, "I was going to just kill the brat while he was unconscious, so he wouldn't have felt a thing, but now, I think I'll torture him a bit before doing that." He then gave one last smirk, said, "You, Vegeta will be the one regretting your actions," and with that he disappeared the way he had the first time he knocked Trunks out.
Vegeta just stared at the spot where the android had been standing, before holding Trunks protectively to his chest, and flying home with him.
Vegeta carried Trunks up to his room, being careful not to alert his wife that he was home, since she would freak out to see her son in the state he was. Vegeta laid his son down on his bed, and pulled a chair up next to him. It pained him to see his son's battered up body, but he'd never tell anyone that. He sat there in silence watching as his son groaned and curled up in pain. Knowing he could do nothing to ease it. Vegeta just sat there staring, and wondering what this android thought he would do to make him regret his actions. 'Hmph, I am the Prince of all Saiyens, there is nothing that weakling android can do to me or my family, except scream in pain as I break him into pieces,' he thought arrogantly.
About two hours had gone by and Vegeta had fallen asleep. Trunks fidgeted in his sleep while having occasional coughing fits.
Bulma was leaving her lab, to go make dinner, but thought she'd better go check on her husband and son first, since neither of them had used the GR. in a while. She was half way up the stairs when Vegeta's sensitive hearing woke him up, he cursed slightly at falling asleep, and quickly got up going to his own room, he laid down on his own bed, but kept his attention on his son's room, listening to his wife's footsteps as they went into Trunks' room, and then heard her say in a frantic voice, "Trunks honey, are you ok? What's wrong?" It was silent for a while, and all that could be heard was Bulma's footsteps as she more than likely was going to get some bandages for Trunks.
"The boy doesn't need those; he's half Saiyan, and my son. He is strong enough to go without" Vegeta muttered to himself.
Bulma finished bandaging her son, and tucked him into bed before storming into her own bedroom, and yelling at Vegeta left and right for not telling her that Trunk's was hurt, and not trying to clean his wounds or anything, lastly she yelled at him for taking training too far. This made Vegeta instantly sit up and glare at Bulma. "I did not do that to the brat," he said dangerously in a calm voice, "Never accuse me of beating the boy near death again." With that he got up, walked past a semi-startled Bulma, and went to the gravity room.
A few weeks passed uneventful, the Z-fighter's had of course gone out looking for this android, but it was to no avail. The guy had disappeared completely, and Trunks was about his normal self again. He was tired of being cooped up in the house, since Bulma had kept a hawk's eye on him since the day he was beaten up by the android, and wanted to go play with Goten. So he told his mom he was going to get a bath, filled the tub with water, locked the door, and flew out the bathroom window. 'This is great' Trunks thought, 'she'll never know I went out' He flew off To Goten's house, and they both set off to go do mischievous things.
Goten and Trunks were having a sparring match, and paying attention to only themselves, when the android appeared again. His ki was hidden, and he stood behind a giant boulder watching the two chibi's spar. A smirk crossed his face as he thought, 'This is just too easy.' With that he came out of hiding and in a matter of seconds was standing, or more accurately flying, in-between Trunks and Goten. He quickly punched Goten in the face knocking him out cold, and before Trunks could react did the same to him. Both chibi's fell not too softly to the ground, and landed with a sickening 'thud'. It was obvious at least one or two ribs were broken in the process.
Vegeta was again in the Gravity Room, when he felt Trunks' ki drop. 'That brat of Kakorot's couldn't have beaten my son' he thought to himself, before remembering the android from before, and his promise to make Vegeta regret his actions. In a matter of seconds he had powered up, and flown in the direction he last felt Trunk's ki, leaving a completely bewildered Bulma standing in the lawn between the kitchen and GR.
Something similar happened at the Son's house, except Goku was in the kitchen eating lunch, when he felt Goten's ki drop, and sped off breaking the kitchen table and door on his way out. Chi-chi was left with the mess, and not too happy about it. Her deadly frying pan, connected with her hands, as she picked it up, and held it tightly, thinking of how to get Goku when he got back, with that she started cleaning up and muttering to herself about how hard it was to take care of Saiyens.
The android smirked yet again as he felt Goku and Vegeta's ki speeding towards him. The unconscious bodies of Trunks and Goten laying limp by his side.
Vegeta was almost there when he felt Goku coming up behind him. He didn't bother to turn his head to Goku, or show any sign that he even knew he was there, not that Goku would have noticed. They were both too busy flying to where their son's, knowing something wasn't right. It was a gut-wrenching feeling, and Vegeta was beginning to become very frightened as he still couldn't feel his son's ki, even though he was getting a lot closer to him. Only a few seconds later they were at the spot their son's were alone with the android.
"I told you, you were going to regret your actions," he sneered, "and your friend will pay for it as well as he watches his youngest die," he raised his hand, a large ki blast already formed there, and had it aimed at Goten's head. Goku didn't even have time to process all the information, before a loud 'BOOM' was heard, and a bright light along with a great deal of dust engulfed the area in front of him.
Goku in tears, watched in disbelief as the smoke started to fade away, and saw his son's body... untouched. Instead, the android was about a foot to the left of them, getting up, and to the right was Trunks sitting up his right hand still out-stretched towards where the android had been sitting, and his left holding his throbbing head.
Enormous pride started to swell up in Vegeta, but was cut short as the fallen android got up and faster than any of them could see, grabbed Trunk's by the arm, and disappeared with him. Vegeta in up-most shock and terror, tried to sense his son's ki, but it was a failed attempt, he was too far away, and too weak. All he could tell was that his son was no longer on Earth, and that was a very disconcerting thought. Vegeta didn't know what to do. He had no one to fight for his son, and no way he knew of to find his son. Not to mention he was being overwhelmed with guilt, he had never told his son yet how much he loved him, or that he couldn't be more proud of him. He hadn't spent as much time with him as he should have, and now it seemed he may never get to. His eyes shown with unshed tears, and his ki was unstable, he wanted to destroy something...no not something, someone, he wanted to rip that android apart, and whoever this common friend was, but he didn't know where to begin. He started powering himself up just to keep himself in control, but was soon becoming blind with rage, and the tears caused by 'those damn emotions of love'. Goku had gone over and picked up Goten, he knew that Trunks probably wouldn't live through being held captive by the 'madman' android, he also knew Vegeta was becoming unstable, and in an attempt to calm the Saiyen prince down before he caused any damage said, "Vegeta...your son gave his life to save Goten's. You should be proud of him, hi-"
Although Goku had meant to calm Vegeta down, he only made him more furious as Vegeta cut him off by yelling, "I AM proud of my son, you Baka!" he powered up even more, and yelled at Goku in Saiyen. Even though Goku couldn't understand what Vegeta was saying he could tell Vegeta was cursing him and all the other Z-fighters for thinking that Vegeta was anything other than proud of his son. Most of his yelling was only profanity from just about every language Vegeta knew. More was said, but between Vegeta speaking Saiyen, and all the noise caused by his powering up, Goku didn't hear it.
Vegeta finally stopped yelling and turned from Goku and his son to fly towards Capsule Corporations, to get a space ship, and go look for his son. "No one takes my son, from me without a fight!" he snarled.
Trunks woke up in a dark and gloomy cell room, with a pounding headache. "Where am I?" He asked himself. The last thing he remembered was shooting that android, and going through some sort of tunnel with it. In the tunnel, lights of all colors were dancing in front of him, and it was freezing cold. It seemed as if he was being sucked through it, and a slight pain had shot through his head as he lost consciousness. The next thing he knew he was here in this...prison cell? He looked around the room to see where the door was, even though it was dark the door wasn't hard to find. It was behind him, and gigantic. "Why would anyone need a door that big?" He questioned, getting up and walking towards it. He reached up to the door handle, and tried pulling it open, but it wouldn't budge. A little aggravated and very annoyed, he tried again, but it was no use. The door was either too heavy for him to move or was made to keep a young demi- saiyan such as himself locked inside it.
Trunks was getting bored, and began thinking of all the things his father would do to the android, for kidnapping him. A smirk crossed his face, as he let his imagination loose. His smirk soon turned into a frown as he asked himself, 'Why hasn't he come for me yet? Maybe he doesn't care enough to try and rescue me...' he let this thought hang as a terrible sense of loneliness came over him. Tears again started to brim his eyes. "Well, I'll show him," he said to comfort himself, "I don't need him to rescue me. I'll rescue myself, and then he'll have to be proud of me." A smile replaced his frown as he thought of how flawless his plan was. He walked back over to the door, excitement running through him. 'Dad's going to be so proud of me,' he thought as he reached his hand up to the door knob, but before he could pull, he was jerked forward as the door swung open. Standing above him was the android.
The android looked down, and frowned. "Already trying to escape, are we?" With that he picked up Trunks holding his hands pinned to his sides, and carried him down a long corridor. "Lord Drake, wishes to see you."
Trunks struggled furiously to get out of the hold of his captor, but the android's grip was much too strong. So he settled with just grumbling and glaring at the android. They went through corridor after corridor, before coming upon an elaborately decorated staircase. The android seemed unfazed by the stairs, and walked up them. They led to another door, bigger than the one in the room he'd woken up in. It seemed to be made of solid gold. With symbols written in what appeared to be Saiyan. At this, Trunks was in awe. Not only was he about to meet possibly the richest person in the universe this person must be Saiyan, to know the Saiyan language. 'Won't dad be happy, to learn I found another Saiyan...even if he more like found me' Trunks thought.
The android knocked on the gigantic door, and waited as it was opened slowly. Trunks looked in the room to see a man sitting on a chair at the other end of the room. He was talking to a few other people, and completely ignoring the fact that the android and he were standing at the door. He waited a while, and when the man named Drake still didn't say anything to him, he began to get bored, and restless. He was tired of being held at the androids side, with his arms pinned, and he desperately wanted to go home, and see if Goten was alright. He wondered what Bulma was doing, and if Vegeta even cared that he was gone. He turned his head to his left, and saw that a boy not much older than he was, was holding the huge door, he was in shackles, that connected his foot to the door's handle, the boy was dressed in rags, and was extremely thin. Trunks shuddered; something told him that unless he did something quick to get out of here, that boy would be him.
The man named Drake finally turned his attention to the android and Trunks. He had a cold stare which he planted on Trunks for a while, before smiling ferociously, and turning his gaze to the android. "Ahh, Yujiko, I see you've brought that bastard's brat." he said in a calm manner. "and what do you suppose I'd want him for?" He never gave Trunks a second look, and Trunks began to worry, that he'd be 'disposed of'. Again he tried escaping from... Yujiko's grasp. Yujiko seemed unfazed. He merely tightened his grip, nearly crushing Trunks to oblivion and said, "The brat is strong for his age, I feel he may be useful to us. With the Plan and all."
"Hmmm," Drake said stroking his chin, "I suppose he might come in handy." Trunks looked at Drake while he said this, and tried yet again to escape. This time he managed to rip Yujiko's arm off from around his body, and made a break for it. He flew out the door, and down the stairs. He was going through the hallways at top speed, wondering where he should go, when the man, Drake, appeared in front of him. Trunks stopped abruptly, and nearly skidded into him, he was going to turn around and run through another hallway, but before he had the chance to so much as turn himself around his foot was grabbed, and pulled back. He went hurtling towards the wall. Making a dent in it, the day was just too much. Trunks' body couldn't handle it. The last thing he saw was the silhouette of Drake's body standing above him. Smirking, and laughing inwardly Drake grabbed Trunks by the scruff of his shirt, "Weakling," was all he said.
Trunks woke up a few days later. He was back in the cell, from the first day. 'Oh man, so much for escaping' he thought. 'Kami, that guy can move fast.' Trunks got up from the floor of the cell, and walked around. He was dizzy from thirst and hunger, but as far as he could tell there was absolutely nothing in this cell, or anywhere near him. Beings as there was no window in his prison, the only light he got was from the keyhole of the door. By the looks of it, it was night out. Trunks figured that if he was going to escape from this place, his best chance would be at night, so he wouldn't be seen. He walked to the door, and with all his might tried to pry the door open, but it would not budge. Trunks cried out in frustration, as he started banging on the door, he didn't like this feeling of helplessness. It didn't take long before he wasted all his energy uselessly trying to open that door. In the end, he dropped to his knees, and curled up into a tight ball. He hadn't noticed till now just how cold he was, and he would give anything to be able to see his mom again, at least to tell her bye. Tears started to spring up to his eyes, but he shut them tightly to hold them in saying firmly to himself, "I will not cry!"
"MY BABY'S BEEN WHAT?!?!?!?!?" Bulma cried out at her husband who was standing by the doorway to his new-and-improved, thanks to Bulma, space ship.
"Kidnapped," Vegeta replied calmly, while throwing some supplies into the ship. He than turned, and walked into the shuttle ignoring Bulma's yells for him to stay.
Trunks had giving up trying to open the door by now. Instead he was sitting huddled in the corner of his prison. It had been an extremely cold night and he was shaking all over from it. Eyes puffy from unshed tears looked up from his knees, at the door, when he heard the doorknob start to rattle. It burst open, and in came storming Yujiko. He looked around before seeing Trunks cowering in the corner. 'Why me?' was all he thought to himself.
At the look on Trunks' face, Yujiko smirked. He gave a maniacal laugh, and walked over to him. Picking Trunks up by his arm he not too gently dragged him out of the cell, down a few hallways, and into a semi- dark room, filled with weapons as far as the eye could see. Trunks stared at the millions of weapons wide-eyed. Yujiko just grunted and forcefully pulled Trunks through a doorway at his right.
This led to another dark room that was filled with every medical item you could think of and then some. They walked through this room to the next one which had more light in it due to a window right in the middle of every wall. Yujiko kept tugging on Trunks and then roughly shoved him through a lone door, which led to the outside.
Trunks' jaw dropped at what he saw. Everything was dead. Withered trees scattered the land, no green could be spotted anywhere. There were people fighting in every direction of him. About every minute or so, Trunks could hear the scream of another unfortunate soul who had just lost his life to his opponent. No one seemed to take notice to him, except Yujiko. Who in turn, smiled a huge grin that scared Trunks out of his wits.
"Nothing like the smells and sights of war," Yujiko said with an even wider smile, as he inhaled deeply. He then turned to Trunks and frowned, "Now, let's see how good you really are." With that he shoved Trunks onto the battle field, and called out, "Now don't get yourself killed before any of the real fun starts."
Trunks' eyes widened with fear as he saw a gigantic sword swing merely inches from his head to hit the wall behind him. Trunks snapped out of his state of shock, and ran down the hill he was on, to the safety and cover of the dead forest below.
He half flew half ran right to the middle of the forest he found, where the trees were most abundant. He got there and found some decent covering under a pile of dead trees, from the constant and deadly fire of not only ki blasts but guns, daggers, lasers, and tiny darts that blew up upon impact. An evil cackle came from above him as a tall man dressed in black landed in front of him. A ki blast formed in the man's hand as he shoved it towards Trunks' face. Trunks jumped from his cover taking to the air immediately as the trees that had just seconds earlier giving him cover, where now aflame and small explosions were occurring left and right.
Men appeared from no where and they teamed up to try and kill Trunks, taunting him with evil statements and getting his attention on one of them as another hit him from behind. One of the men said, "Enough, this is no longer fun, let's just finish him off now." With that Trunks felt a hard smack on the back of his neck, throwing him forward.
He turned around hoping to defend himself from another attack, which unfortunately was not something he should have done, because once he spun around, eyes wide open to see where his attackers were. A blast exploded right in front of him, burning his face and eyes. Trunks screamed in pain as he passed out to the sound of maniacal laughter filling the air around him.