Yep, this isn't ya'lls imaginations. This is an update. Just look at the sparkily freshness of it. If I could smell it, it would be a lovely, lemony smell.
And now I'm thinking of Pinesol. Weird.
"So what are you two doing here?" Piccolo asked as he drifted towards them. "Last I recall, you were heading back to Vegeta."
"Well, we had a change of plans," Goten answered as he scratched the back of his head. "We found Vegeta in less than one piece."
"Someone blew it up huh?" the Namek guessed. "With as many people as you guys pissed off, I shouldn't be surprised."
"You know, a little sympathy would be welcomed," Trunks retorted. "We are homeless after all; the rest of our race died as well."
"Oh believe me, I do sympathize," Piccolo said. "But you learn to cope with it after awhile."
"We're not planning on coping with that," Trunks said. "We're gonna bring back our planet and we've got the plan to do it too."
The Namek's eyes widened. "You can't be serious. How in the world are you gonna pull that off? Find a magical dragon and wish it back?"
Goten snorted. "We're not doing anything that lame, Piccolo. We found out there's this relic that will allow you to travel back in time. We figure if we travel back to a point before Vegeta was destroyed, we can stop it."
The green warrior's eyes narrowed. "I'm assuming you think it was a person that blew the planet up rather than a natural occurrence."
"That's right," Trunks confirmed. "We even know the approximate time period we need to go to. We've been gathering the keys that will allow us to use the relic and finally collected them all. We were on our way to activate it when we saw that big tree sticking out of your planet and decided to lend a helping hand."
"How generous of you," Piccolo responded. "Since the two of you are here, Gohan can't be too far away. Shall we go find him?"
The moment both saiyans' heads lowered, the Namek knew something was wrong. "Something happened to Gohan," Piccolo stated. "What happened?"
A long silence met the warrior, causing dread to well up in his gut. It was Trunks who finally confirmed his worst fear. "Gohan…he…we lost him…in battle. Nothing's been the same since."
The next thing either Trunks or Goten knew, Piccolo had both of his hands on one of the saiyans' shoulders. "I'm sorry…" was all he could say as he squeezed their shoulders as a sign of comfort.
Another moment of silence passed before the Namek finally asked "So what are your plans then? Are you still going to bring back your home planet?"
It was Goten who answered him this time. "Yes we are. But we're gonna make a detour first."
It didn't take much for Piccolo to figure out what the Son boy meant, causing him to give a small grin. "I see. Well, since you two are helping my home, it's only fitting that I repay the favor and help you."
Both boys' eyes lit up. "You're gonna come with us? Really?" Goten asked, acting like a young child.
Piccolo smirked. "That's right."
"Well, that's all good and everything but we've got a few pressing matters at hand," a voice said behind the Namek. Turning around, the three warriors found Tien floating nearby, his arms crossed over his chest.
Slowly, Piccolo nodded his head. The last time he had ever spoken any words to this man, they had left on less than friendly terms. After all, it wasn't everyday you killed someone's best friend.
"So do you know anything about this tree?" the bald human asked as he drifted closer to them.
Piccolo shook his head. "Nothing. It sprouted one day and whenever someone from my people tried to attack it, those fighters you all fought would kill them. I was on the other side of the planet when everything happened so I just got here."
Tien nodded his head. "Well then, I say we try to find out who's in charge here. The guys we just fought don't strike me as the leadership type."
"So you think this leader guy is nearby?" Goten questioned.
"That'd be my guess. Perhaps somewhere up in the branches."
With the others nodding their agreement, the four fighters floated up towards the sky, heading towards the oversized branches of the gigantic tree. As they reached a gnarl in the tree, they stopped their ascent. It seemed the person they were looking for was waiting in that hole.
For a moment, Goten could've sworn his eyes were deceiving him. In that gnarl stood a tall green man, a man who appeared to be an older version of Piccolo. He wore only a purple gi shirt and pants and brown shoes. On the shirt was a large oriental symbol.
That one look at the man caused the Son boy's own Namek comrade to growl. "What is he doing here?" he snarled.
Goten looked at the green warrior. "You know this guy?"
"Unfortunately," Piccolo replied bitterly. "That man is my father."
"And an ungrateful son you are," the other Namek called out, a snide look on his face. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be breathing right now, Junior."
"The only reason you made me was for your own selfish ambition!"
"And your point?"
"Umm, sorry to break up this family reunion," Trunks interrupted, earning him a glare from Piccolo, "but would you mind tell everyone who that guy is? Does he have a name or something?"
"You want my name?" Piccolo's father called out. "I suppose I can grant your request. I am King Piccolo, the overthrown ruler of the Nameks."
"Overthrown my ass!" Piccolo roared. "You led an army to take control of everything! Or have you forgotten that in your old age?"
"Well, not a lot of lost love here," Tien mumbled.
"We can worry about semantics later," Trunks spoke. "We've got more important things to worry about; that enormous tree being one of them. Now then, tell me briefly what the two of you are talking about."
Piccolo replied, though he never removed his eyes from his father. "That man tried to take over Namek a long time ago. He even tried to use me in his conquest, though I refused to do his bidding. His plan fell apart and he was exiled off of Namek. This was a few years before the humans arrived and took control."
The oddly colored saiyan nodded his head. "So that's his story. Well then Piccolo, if you would, shut up and let me and Goten do all the talking. Obviously there some bad blood between the two of you."
The Namek in questioned glared at the saiyan. "Fine," was all the answer he got.
"Alright old man," the oddly colored saiyan said as he turned his attention to back to the older Namek. "I want to know what this tree is and what you're planning on doing with it."
"Cocky little thing, aren't you," King Piccolo commented. "I refuse to answer those questions as they are of little concern to you. This tree is my business and mine alone. If you value your life, I suggest you leave."
Trunks frowned. "Well old man, this tree is my business. I've already taken the time to land my ship on this planet, kill a couple people, and now have to deal with some rude, wrinkled prune."
"Watch your tongue!" the Namek shouted. "How dare you speak to me that way. I am a King on the verge of Godhood!"
"Godhood?" Goten questioned. "And how do you expect to do that?"
Throwing one of his hands behind him, King Piccolo pointed at the tree he stood on. "The Tree of Might you see before you will grant me that power. Once it bears fruit, this planet will be of little use to anyone outside of being my private garden."
"Well, that answers that," the Son boy said. "I think it's time to kick his ass."
The old Namek's eyes widened. He hadn't meant to reveal all of that; any of that to be accurate. His anger got the best of him again, something he had been working on. Why did that tendency to monologue get the best of him at these crucial moments?
Though he was a strong fighter, he was no fool. One didn't reach his age without knowing a few things, specifically how to sense an opponent's ki. Currently, the two teenagers with hair were clearly stronger than he was, or so his senses told him. That could be rectified with a piece of fruit from the Tree of Might. Just a little more time until the fruit ripened and he would have all the power he needed. Until then…
Pursing his lips, King Piccolo let out a high-pitched whistle. Moments later, two men appeared from within the gnarl. At first glance, they were a mismatched pair. One was a very short, purple man with a large orange hat and a pair of dark sunglasses on his head. Blue pants and orange topcoat covered the rest of his body.
The other man was a very tall, very bulky, silver man with a head of black hair tied into a braid. He only wore green pants with brown combat boots and gloves, leaving his upper body shirtless.
Smirking, the old Namek said "These are my personal bodyguards. I found them while I was in exile. For some reason, someone saw fit to toss them aside into the abyss of the universe. But I suppose one man's trash is another's treasure."
All four warriors glared. "You sense what I'm sensing," Tien spoke. "Or better yet, not sensing?"
Goten nodded his head. "Yeah, androids."
"Fourteen," King Piccolo said as he looked at the silver android. Turning his head to the purple one, he addressed "Fifteen; they're all yours."
That was when the one called Fourteen raised his left hand, his fingers pressed together. Soon, his gloved fingertips began to glow a bright yellow before a beam fired out, heading towards the four fighters.
Reacting, all four warriors dodged the attack as it flew out towards the horizon. Smirking, Fifteen rose both of his hands and charged up his own energy. A second later, he fired an energy blast, the attack racing towards Tien.
Unfortunately for Tien, the beam rammed right into him, detonating on contact. As smoke covered the area of the explosion, his limp body fell out of the cloud; gravity forcing him to fall to the ground.
This caused Piccolo to growl irritably. "The human is out." Looking back towards the androids, the Namek couldn't help but scowl as he noticed the missing presence of King Piccolo. This prompted him to call out to his saiyan counterparts. "Trunks, Goten; think you can handle these androids while I deal with my father?"
"No sweat," Goten called back. "We'll come help you after we deal with these guys. Just give us a moment to clear the way."
The Namekian merely nodded his head in affirmation as he watched the two saiyan take off, charging at the two androids; Goten at Fifteen and Trunks at Fourteen. As the two closed in, both androids leapt from the gnarl, ready to fight off the charging youths.
At the last moment, both saiyans used bursts of speed, disappearing sight. A moment later and both reappeared, Goten behind Fifteen with his hands clasped together over his head and Trunks to the side of Fourteen with a fist drawn back. Simultaneously, both warriors threw their respective attacks, sending one android down towards the ground and the other away from the tree.
Piccolo immediately seized the opportunity as he raced towards the hole, disappearing within its depths.
In the meantime, Goten had given chase to the plunging Fifteen. As the Son boy closed in on his opponent, Fifteen recovered himself as he began to hover in midair. Looking up to see the incoming saiyan, the android flew right at him, faster than Goten anticipated, and slammed a punch right into the boy's face.
Due to the sudden blow, Goten's momentum was killed instantly as he stopped his flight, his head jerking backwards as spit flew from his mouth. That was all the time he gave to being dazed as he immediately recovered. With a war cry, the Son boy began throwing a rapid flurry of punches.
In response, the robotic man threw his own punches, dodging and blocking as many blows his opponent threw at him as he could while having his given the same treatment. A stalemate quickly ensued between the fighters as they tried to pound their foe.
Growing irritated of this, Goten changed tactics, allowing his robotic opponent to go completely on the offensive as he settled into defensive movements. Dodging a couple of blows and blocking another, the saiyan found an opening he'd been looking for and promptly attacked it, landing a punch to Fifteen's stomach.
With the little man momentarily stunned, the young saiyan carried on his advantage as he grabbed the back of the purple man's overcoat and swung his leg up, slamming his knee into the android's chin.
After that, Goten then swung his body around, pulling his opponent with him. Using as much strength as he could, he threw Fifteen right at the tree, the man crashing right into it. Quickly, the saiyan warrior gathered his ki and fired a ki blast right at him, causing an explosion.
As smoke covered the last spot Fifteen had been, Goten slowly relaxed his body. Perhaps these androids weren't as tough as Gero and his gang. Who ever made this guy must've been an amateur.
Those thoughts, however, proved to be wrong as twin energy balls suddenly shot out of the cloud, racing at the saiyan. The only thing Goten could do to protect himself was to cross his arms in front of his body just as the balls exploded on him.
"Why do I always get the big guys?" Trunks complained as he flew backwards, keeping his eyes on the charging Fourteen.
Deciding to go in for an attack, the oddly colored saiyan slowed his speed down a bit, allowing the silver android to catch up with him. With a balled up fist, Trunks threw his blow, only for his opponent to stop his chase and dodge the punch. Reacting, Fourteen threw his own punch, this one landing in the saiyan's gut.
Caught off guard, Trunks was stunned as he coughed up some spit. Taking advantage of this, Fourteen moved both of his hands to the saiyan's head, gripping him on both sides. With a swing of his head, the android headbutted the boy, causing him to let out a yelp of pain.
Releasing his hold, Fourteen pulled one of his legs back and then swung it at his saiyan opponent, causing Trunks to fly away. However, Trunks didn't go too far as he recovered himself, flipping his body in midair until he faced the android. With both hands raised in front of him, the saiyan fired a decent sized ki blast at his opponent.
In response, Fourteen crossed one of his arms in front of his chest before swinging it out, swatting the blast away. Neither fighter made another move after that.
This caused Trunks to growl. This android was proving to be a bit tougher than he thought it would be. At the moment, he could feel a tingling feeling running by his nose and mouth, causing him to left a hand up to rub at it. When his hand moved away, he noticed a bloodstain on the back of his hand. Just great, this guy managed to make his nose bleed.
"You're gonna pay for that," the saiyan threatened, his anger growing inside of him. Fourteen didn't respond. Instead, the android began to charge at the saiyan, ready to dish out more pain.
Baring his teeth, Trunks allowed his opponent to close in on him before using a burst of speed to disappear. With the disappearance of his target, Fourteen stopped his charge, looking around to locate the youth.
A short distance away and below the android, Trunks floated with both hands over his head. Soon, a large golden ki ball appeared over his palms. "Eat this you scrapheap!" Trunks shouted as he threw the ball. "Final Buster!"
Hearing the shout, Fourteen turned to look at its origins, seeing the incoming ki ball. Reacting, the android threw himself to a side, dodging the attack.
That was when Trunks came charging in as he imbedded a fist in his foe's stomach. With brutal efficiency, the saiyan threw several more punches, each one making contact with Fourteen's midsection.
Pausing, Trunks then swung his lower body up, the toes of his boots colliding with Fourteen's chin, causing his head to snap backwards. Floating upside down for a moment, the saiyan crossed both of his arms in front of his chest as he gathered his ki. Then with a loud cry, he thrust his arms out to his sides and released his ki, an explosion covering the area.
As the flames and smoke died down, Trunks appeared right side up and staring out in front of him. Some distance away, Fourteen hovered, staring back right at the saiyan. There were burn marks all over his chest and his pants were torn slightly.
"Feeling the heat, big guy?" Trunks taunted, once again receiving silence as a reply. "Well, it's time to end this thing." Moving his hand towards his shoulder, the saiyan grabbed the hilt of his sword and drew it, holding it out in front of him. "Prepare to die."
Flaring up his aura, the oddly colored saiyan dashed at Fourteen, his blade held to his right. Reacting, the android threw one of his hands out in front of him and fired an energy blast at the boy.
Taking the blast head on, Trunks allowed it to detonate on him, sending flame and smoke all over. Still flying, he exploded on his opponent's side of the cloud. A second later and he was behind the android, his sword being held on the opposite side of his body.
A few moments passed before the results of the saiyan's strike revealed themselves. Without provocation, the lower half of Fourteen separated from the rest of his body; the cut being made at about the waist as electricity danced at the opening. Looking down at the damage, the android seemed to have forgotten all about his opponent as he assessed his injury.
Without hesitating, Trunks struck once more, this time making sure his attack was final. Turning his body to his left, the saiyan leapt at his opponent, thrusting his sword at the same time. This time the blade pierced the back of Fourteen's head, digging into his skull until it burst out of his face.
Fourteen immediately went stiff as electricity danced on his face. Slowly, Trunks drew his sword out of the android and watched as his now lifeless top half fell to the ground below.
Standing on one of the many tree roots, Goten dropped Fifteen's broken body on top of the barked tree anatomy. Pieces of the android's purple skin were missing, revealing the mechanical innards to the world. One of the lenses to his sunglasses was missing, showing off his lifeless robotic eyes.
Looking up into the sky, Goten watched as he saw the last of Fourteen fall from the sky. Turning his attention back to Trunks as the saiyan sheathed his sword.
"It's about time you finished the washing machine!" the Son boy called up to the oddly colored saiyan, catching his attention. Completely sure that his opponent wouldn't be moving any longer, the saiyan floated up to his comrade.
"It's not my fault I like to fight stronger opponents, Goten," Trunks answered him the boy reached him. "You might want to try fighting one."
"I've fought tough guys before," the Son boy retorted.
"Oh yeah? Then name one you fought recently."
"I beat that Angie guy."
"After Gohan weakened him."
"Hey, he was tough!"
"Well, he wasn't at full strength," Trunks countered. "And you can't say Wheelo either since he pounded you into the ground."
"Hey, he did the same to you!" Goten shot back.
"But I'm not the one saying I fight tough opponents all the time."
Goten growled. "I'm gonna beat you up so bad you won't wake up for three weeks!"
"Only in your dreams, Goten, only in your dreams."
To Sigfried Wild: So it appears. Could've done better I think.
