disclaimer: did i mention how much i hate these things?
a/n: and the plot thickens! (dun dun DUN~) once again, an intriguing chapter by john. and as this twist-and-turn journey begins to draw to a close, you have to wonder: will i ever come up with my own chapter? the next one i will, promise!
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The attack was so quick that Trunks never even had a chance to acknowledge what had happened. The violent Ki blast sent him, the files on Vegeta and the Dragon balls soaring through the sky. The files were incinerated, the Dragon balls were scattered all about and Trunks crash landed almost three hundred yards away from where the blast originated in a crumpled heap of pain.
The young prince tried to get up but such a surprise attack had rendered him in too much pain. As the smoke and dust cleared he could make out a shadow appearing within the settling destruction walking towards him, slowly and yet very aggressively but Trunks was not without defense.
Slowly Trunks began to levitate off the ground and stand him self up strait where he faced his opponent and assumed a fighting stance learned by his father, he crossed his arms across his chest stood as strait and proud as a Saiyan should and he put a mask of hatred over his normally kind face and stared at the shadow with total loathing. This bastard who ever it was, he was going to pay for ruining his attempted wish to bring his father back to him.
Trunks' ears were still ringing from the concussion but he could still make out sounds and voices fairly well and when this mysterious creature emerged from the cover of the after blast Trunks heard the being laughing with much humor. It was then that Trunks got his first view of his attacker. It was male and human looking, he had long strait hair that was raven black and a battle suit on similar to those worn by Chinese martial arts masters. When he spoke his voice was very confident and in charge.
"I can't believe what I am seeing, you are still standing after that hit- that is most impressive if I must say and yet I already know that you are so out of practice that you won't be able to withstand another one despite your pitiful attempt to intimidate me with that pose of yours." The so far nameless man says as he moves closer to Trunks. Trunks ignores his snide comments and starts to ask questions of his own.
"Who are you and why have you attacked me? Clearly you seem to know me so why not return the favor?" Trunks asked. The man however just laughs at him and just shakes his head back and forth. "I don't think so Mr. Briefs. Or would you prefer Prince Trunks? Either way it does not matter, the only thing you need to know is that I am your opponent and that I am much stronger then you are so give up now and leave the Dragon balls with me and I will let you live. Refuse and you will die. It is that simple." The nameless man ultimatums.
At the mere mention of having to turn over the Dragon balls Trunks' temper begins to flare. His facial expression intensifies and is filled with more hate.
"You're out of your mind if you think I am going to give you the one thing that can bring my father back to me, and you will pay for that cheap shot of yours. I don't know who the hell you are but you will never get the Dragon Balls. Number one you didn't find them- I did, number two I can smell from here that you are evil to the core. I wouldn't give you the Dragon Balls if you were the last soul in this universe and there was no one around to be tormented by your sick and twisted ways." Trunks fires back at the nameless man.
For a minute Trunks thought he saw the man's grin become a frown but he didn't care. To Trunks this guy had just sealed his own fate the moment he attacked him and got in the way of his wish.
"I see you wish to do this the hard way, well my boy I am in no means at all surprised, you Saiyans have always been rather barbaric and I for one have no problem with going toe to toe with one of you, your all the same. Hot tempered and egotistical lunatics with bad hair . . . now prepare yourself boy, this is going to hurt you more then it will hurt me that my friend is a promise." A sinister laugh follows the Nameless man's boasting and this just pisses Trunks off even more. Pissed frustrated and enraged Trunks rushed his attacker. He would let his fists do the talking now.
Trunks rushed the man with care free abandon, he was a Saiyan after all and no one could beat a Saiyan especially a Super Saiyan. It was not until Trunks' very first attack landed upon the Nameless man's face fully flush that Trunks' reality was shattered. along with his right hand.
The sickening crunchy shatter sent waves of laughter through the Nameless man as cries of pain came from Trunks who was now retreating a few steps back holding his hand in immense pain. "Here boy let me show you how it's done!" The man roared as his Ki was let loose allowing Trunks for the first time feel any noticeable fighting power come from his enemy and it was so huge it was frightening.
Bulma had been making dinner when the explosion rocked Capsule Corp. Worried, she rushed to the back yard door and quickly stepped outside to investigate. What she saw however was something she hadn't expected. There was lots of smoke and dust everywhere, a huge crater in her back yard and a man walking towards her son who was presently in a crumpled heap lying on the ground. She almost screamed out for him but a glint to her right caught her attention. Quickly glancing over she was shocked to see a dragon ball imbedded into the outer wall of her house.
Quickly looking back at Trunks she could see him getting up and the two men conversing off in the distance, but she was only human and couldn't hear anything that was being said. It wasn't until she saw Trunks disappear and reappear in front of the man that she knew there was going to be trouble. The sickening crunch she heard and the howling pain filled cries that followed shook her to her soul. "That's Trunks! He's hurt!" was the only thing that was registering in her motherly mind and before she even knew it she was grabbing the Dragon Ball and rushing back to her house. Her son's cries had turned very pain-filled and Bulma couldn't take any more. Her son was losing and there was not a soul in sight that could help him.
Trunks tried to control his pain but something in the way his hand was just shattered kept him from being able to. It didn't help that this man had only hit him once and he was now spiting up blood. The man's punch had connected with Trunks' stomach before he even had a chance to react. Electing another pain filled wail from the young prince. Without hesitation Trunks had turned Super Saiyan without even thinking of it and began to go on the offensive only to be hit six more times before he could even blink. Desperate, Trunks began to let loose with random un-aimed Ki blasts just so he could maybe get some breathing room and keep his enemy at bay, but as luck would have it Trunks had none and the Nameless man just continued to pound the ever living shit out of him.
As she watched helplessly as her son transformed into Super Saiyan and was still getting pummeled she knew she had to get him some help and fast. Desperately she ran into the house and picked up her phone to dial Gohan's house but as she placed the phone to her ear she realized with shocked horror that the phone was dead. Frustrated and frantic Bulma rushed to her lab with only one thought on her mind.
Once inside her lab Bulma began flipping on computer energy supplies and back ups all over the lab. Jumping in her control seat Bulma let her fingers fly across her keyboard as she began bringing up program after program and file after file. It wasn't until she had everything in place and ready to execute that Bulma hesitated in the slightest, if only for a minute and then she pushed the execution command that would start everything all over again. A password protection box appeared when all data had been downloaded and Bulma hesitantly typed in the password one letter at a time. *RESURECTION* and hit the OK tab with the click of her mouse.
Trunks thought he was finished, he had almost nothing left to give, his energy was all but spent in trying to hurt this man and yet he hadn't laid a finger on him yet! "How can this be? I haven't even touched you!" Trunks screamed in frustration. With a smile the Nameless man stopped his assault of the young boy and answered his question.
"Because you have no skill or discipline Mr. Briefs. I am far stronger then you, plain and simple. Now I sense you have no fight left in you and I will kill you. Do you have any last words?" the Nameless man asked.
It was finished! In record time too. She had to change a few things but they were vital to the expedient process. Quickly she grabbed a towel and a capsule off her desk and ran to a fortified and very secret door in her lab. Once the code was punched in and her retina scan and her fingerprints along with her voice scan were complete the door flew open to reveal a darkened lab section with just one thing within it. A glass cylinder placed in its center and a sleeping figure within.
There was a faint tapping sound coming from somewhere far off yet he could not tell from where. He could feel a presence in front of him very weak and very human. His eyes bolt open as he feels a pair of hands caress his cheeks and is greeted by a pair of deep blue eyes staring directly into his onyx ones. He could tell the person was female and of no threat to him. In fact she was very familiar to him yet he could not place a name to her eyes.
When she spoke her voice was pleasant yet filled with worry and alarm. The emotion within her voice was enough to put him into heightened sense of security. And he began to stand from his kneeling position.
"Vegeta can you hear me?" Asked the woman
"Yes I hear you Onna." He stated saying nothing more.
"Do you know who I am?" she asked of him
"Your name I do not know but I sense I know you." he stated.
A sigh of relief was expelled from her lungs and Bulma looked back up to Vegeta.
"We have a problem Vegeta, Earth is being attacked by an evil man outside this very compound, my son is fighting him right now and losing I need you to help him- can you do that for me?" Bulma asks.
Vegeta thought for a moment, but he couldn't remember a thing. Try as he might he could only remember that he was Vegeta, The Prince of all Saiyans and Earth. He was supposed to protect Earth at all costs.
"Yes Onna I can do that," Vegeta answered and without hesitating he moved past the woman and began to head for the door. When she called out to him he turned around and looked at her. "Yes Onna?"
"Wait you will need these" she said as she popped the Capsule and it released a black fighting suit, white and gold chest armor, boots and a pair of white gloves.
Looking down at his nakedness Vegeta realized that she was right; one can't fight naked now can they? Hurriedly he placed on his cloths and armor and headed out the door towards the two Ki signatures he felt that were closest. He felt other high Ki levels approaching as well but they were of no consequence at the moment. Right now he had to stop that evil man from destroying earth and save the woman's child.
However as soon as Vegeta exited the lab and he saw the destruction around him he could feel his anger rising. He could see the two figures fighting in the distance and began to move towards them, not quit taking his time but sort of investigating if you would at a quickened pace as he rushed towards them.
It wasn't until he saw the boy that Vegeta froze in his tracks as flashes of memories began to flood his mind. The boy in his memories was much younger, at first they were in a room sparring it appeared. They were having a great time the boy had just revealed that he could transform into a Super Saiyan at his young age! The next memory was of him and the boy riding on some metal snake that was confined to a trail of some sort zipping along the trail at high speeds going left, right upside down and through cork screws screaming they're heads off laughing all along the way with their hands into the air as the whooshed down the next hill. The last memory was of him and a baby. He was holding a baby version of the boy in his arms in the darkness of his room late in the night, marveling at his smallness and feeling great pride in the fact that this was his son and he was now a father.
This realization from the last memory sparked Vegeta out of his thought and he heard the Nameless man speak to the boy. "Because you have no skill or discipline Mr. Briefs. I am far stronger then you plain and simple. Now I sense that you have no fight left in you and I will kill you. Do you have any last words?" and Vegeta just stood there shocked as a dazzling red ball of energy formed at the tip of the man's finger and began to grow.
Satisfied with the size of his energy the Nameless man leveled his projectile at his target's forehead and smiles sinisterly. "Have fun in the afterlife Mr. Briefs and don't bother waiting for your mother, because I'm going to have lots of fun with her before she dies. Trust me." His voice was icy and vindictive as he said this.
Trunks just closed his eyes and apologized to his mother for not being able to protect her. Trunks heard the bolt of energy release from his finger like a clap of roaring thunder and then his whole world went black.
a/n: and the plot thickens! (dun dun DUN~) once again, an intriguing chapter by john. and as this twist-and-turn journey begins to draw to a close, you have to wonder: will i ever come up with my own chapter? the next one i will, promise!
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The attack was so quick that Trunks never even had a chance to acknowledge what had happened. The violent Ki blast sent him, the files on Vegeta and the Dragon balls soaring through the sky. The files were incinerated, the Dragon balls were scattered all about and Trunks crash landed almost three hundred yards away from where the blast originated in a crumpled heap of pain.
The young prince tried to get up but such a surprise attack had rendered him in too much pain. As the smoke and dust cleared he could make out a shadow appearing within the settling destruction walking towards him, slowly and yet very aggressively but Trunks was not without defense.
Slowly Trunks began to levitate off the ground and stand him self up strait where he faced his opponent and assumed a fighting stance learned by his father, he crossed his arms across his chest stood as strait and proud as a Saiyan should and he put a mask of hatred over his normally kind face and stared at the shadow with total loathing. This bastard who ever it was, he was going to pay for ruining his attempted wish to bring his father back to him.
Trunks' ears were still ringing from the concussion but he could still make out sounds and voices fairly well and when this mysterious creature emerged from the cover of the after blast Trunks heard the being laughing with much humor. It was then that Trunks got his first view of his attacker. It was male and human looking, he had long strait hair that was raven black and a battle suit on similar to those worn by Chinese martial arts masters. When he spoke his voice was very confident and in charge.
"I can't believe what I am seeing, you are still standing after that hit- that is most impressive if I must say and yet I already know that you are so out of practice that you won't be able to withstand another one despite your pitiful attempt to intimidate me with that pose of yours." The so far nameless man says as he moves closer to Trunks. Trunks ignores his snide comments and starts to ask questions of his own.
"Who are you and why have you attacked me? Clearly you seem to know me so why not return the favor?" Trunks asked. The man however just laughs at him and just shakes his head back and forth. "I don't think so Mr. Briefs. Or would you prefer Prince Trunks? Either way it does not matter, the only thing you need to know is that I am your opponent and that I am much stronger then you are so give up now and leave the Dragon balls with me and I will let you live. Refuse and you will die. It is that simple." The nameless man ultimatums.
At the mere mention of having to turn over the Dragon balls Trunks' temper begins to flare. His facial expression intensifies and is filled with more hate.
"You're out of your mind if you think I am going to give you the one thing that can bring my father back to me, and you will pay for that cheap shot of yours. I don't know who the hell you are but you will never get the Dragon Balls. Number one you didn't find them- I did, number two I can smell from here that you are evil to the core. I wouldn't give you the Dragon Balls if you were the last soul in this universe and there was no one around to be tormented by your sick and twisted ways." Trunks fires back at the nameless man.
For a minute Trunks thought he saw the man's grin become a frown but he didn't care. To Trunks this guy had just sealed his own fate the moment he attacked him and got in the way of his wish.
"I see you wish to do this the hard way, well my boy I am in no means at all surprised, you Saiyans have always been rather barbaric and I for one have no problem with going toe to toe with one of you, your all the same. Hot tempered and egotistical lunatics with bad hair . . . now prepare yourself boy, this is going to hurt you more then it will hurt me that my friend is a promise." A sinister laugh follows the Nameless man's boasting and this just pisses Trunks off even more. Pissed frustrated and enraged Trunks rushed his attacker. He would let his fists do the talking now.
Trunks rushed the man with care free abandon, he was a Saiyan after all and no one could beat a Saiyan especially a Super Saiyan. It was not until Trunks' very first attack landed upon the Nameless man's face fully flush that Trunks' reality was shattered. along with his right hand.
The sickening crunchy shatter sent waves of laughter through the Nameless man as cries of pain came from Trunks who was now retreating a few steps back holding his hand in immense pain. "Here boy let me show you how it's done!" The man roared as his Ki was let loose allowing Trunks for the first time feel any noticeable fighting power come from his enemy and it was so huge it was frightening.
Bulma had been making dinner when the explosion rocked Capsule Corp. Worried, she rushed to the back yard door and quickly stepped outside to investigate. What she saw however was something she hadn't expected. There was lots of smoke and dust everywhere, a huge crater in her back yard and a man walking towards her son who was presently in a crumpled heap lying on the ground. She almost screamed out for him but a glint to her right caught her attention. Quickly glancing over she was shocked to see a dragon ball imbedded into the outer wall of her house.
Quickly looking back at Trunks she could see him getting up and the two men conversing off in the distance, but she was only human and couldn't hear anything that was being said. It wasn't until she saw Trunks disappear and reappear in front of the man that she knew there was going to be trouble. The sickening crunch she heard and the howling pain filled cries that followed shook her to her soul. "That's Trunks! He's hurt!" was the only thing that was registering in her motherly mind and before she even knew it she was grabbing the Dragon Ball and rushing back to her house. Her son's cries had turned very pain-filled and Bulma couldn't take any more. Her son was losing and there was not a soul in sight that could help him.
Trunks tried to control his pain but something in the way his hand was just shattered kept him from being able to. It didn't help that this man had only hit him once and he was now spiting up blood. The man's punch had connected with Trunks' stomach before he even had a chance to react. Electing another pain filled wail from the young prince. Without hesitation Trunks had turned Super Saiyan without even thinking of it and began to go on the offensive only to be hit six more times before he could even blink. Desperate, Trunks began to let loose with random un-aimed Ki blasts just so he could maybe get some breathing room and keep his enemy at bay, but as luck would have it Trunks had none and the Nameless man just continued to pound the ever living shit out of him.
As she watched helplessly as her son transformed into Super Saiyan and was still getting pummeled she knew she had to get him some help and fast. Desperately she ran into the house and picked up her phone to dial Gohan's house but as she placed the phone to her ear she realized with shocked horror that the phone was dead. Frustrated and frantic Bulma rushed to her lab with only one thought on her mind.
Once inside her lab Bulma began flipping on computer energy supplies and back ups all over the lab. Jumping in her control seat Bulma let her fingers fly across her keyboard as she began bringing up program after program and file after file. It wasn't until she had everything in place and ready to execute that Bulma hesitated in the slightest, if only for a minute and then she pushed the execution command that would start everything all over again. A password protection box appeared when all data had been downloaded and Bulma hesitantly typed in the password one letter at a time. *RESURECTION* and hit the OK tab with the click of her mouse.
Trunks thought he was finished, he had almost nothing left to give, his energy was all but spent in trying to hurt this man and yet he hadn't laid a finger on him yet! "How can this be? I haven't even touched you!" Trunks screamed in frustration. With a smile the Nameless man stopped his assault of the young boy and answered his question.
"Because you have no skill or discipline Mr. Briefs. I am far stronger then you, plain and simple. Now I sense you have no fight left in you and I will kill you. Do you have any last words?" the Nameless man asked.
It was finished! In record time too. She had to change a few things but they were vital to the expedient process. Quickly she grabbed a towel and a capsule off her desk and ran to a fortified and very secret door in her lab. Once the code was punched in and her retina scan and her fingerprints along with her voice scan were complete the door flew open to reveal a darkened lab section with just one thing within it. A glass cylinder placed in its center and a sleeping figure within.
There was a faint tapping sound coming from somewhere far off yet he could not tell from where. He could feel a presence in front of him very weak and very human. His eyes bolt open as he feels a pair of hands caress his cheeks and is greeted by a pair of deep blue eyes staring directly into his onyx ones. He could tell the person was female and of no threat to him. In fact she was very familiar to him yet he could not place a name to her eyes.
When she spoke her voice was pleasant yet filled with worry and alarm. The emotion within her voice was enough to put him into heightened sense of security. And he began to stand from his kneeling position.
"Vegeta can you hear me?" Asked the woman
"Yes I hear you Onna." He stated saying nothing more.
"Do you know who I am?" she asked of him
"Your name I do not know but I sense I know you." he stated.
A sigh of relief was expelled from her lungs and Bulma looked back up to Vegeta.
"We have a problem Vegeta, Earth is being attacked by an evil man outside this very compound, my son is fighting him right now and losing I need you to help him- can you do that for me?" Bulma asks.
Vegeta thought for a moment, but he couldn't remember a thing. Try as he might he could only remember that he was Vegeta, The Prince of all Saiyans and Earth. He was supposed to protect Earth at all costs.
"Yes Onna I can do that," Vegeta answered and without hesitating he moved past the woman and began to head for the door. When she called out to him he turned around and looked at her. "Yes Onna?"
"Wait you will need these" she said as she popped the Capsule and it released a black fighting suit, white and gold chest armor, boots and a pair of white gloves.
Looking down at his nakedness Vegeta realized that she was right; one can't fight naked now can they? Hurriedly he placed on his cloths and armor and headed out the door towards the two Ki signatures he felt that were closest. He felt other high Ki levels approaching as well but they were of no consequence at the moment. Right now he had to stop that evil man from destroying earth and save the woman's child.
However as soon as Vegeta exited the lab and he saw the destruction around him he could feel his anger rising. He could see the two figures fighting in the distance and began to move towards them, not quit taking his time but sort of investigating if you would at a quickened pace as he rushed towards them.
It wasn't until he saw the boy that Vegeta froze in his tracks as flashes of memories began to flood his mind. The boy in his memories was much younger, at first they were in a room sparring it appeared. They were having a great time the boy had just revealed that he could transform into a Super Saiyan at his young age! The next memory was of him and the boy riding on some metal snake that was confined to a trail of some sort zipping along the trail at high speeds going left, right upside down and through cork screws screaming they're heads off laughing all along the way with their hands into the air as the whooshed down the next hill. The last memory was of him and a baby. He was holding a baby version of the boy in his arms in the darkness of his room late in the night, marveling at his smallness and feeling great pride in the fact that this was his son and he was now a father.
This realization from the last memory sparked Vegeta out of his thought and he heard the Nameless man speak to the boy. "Because you have no skill or discipline Mr. Briefs. I am far stronger then you plain and simple. Now I sense that you have no fight left in you and I will kill you. Do you have any last words?" and Vegeta just stood there shocked as a dazzling red ball of energy formed at the tip of the man's finger and began to grow.
Satisfied with the size of his energy the Nameless man leveled his projectile at his target's forehead and smiles sinisterly. "Have fun in the afterlife Mr. Briefs and don't bother waiting for your mother, because I'm going to have lots of fun with her before she dies. Trust me." His voice was icy and vindictive as he said this.
Trunks just closed his eyes and apologized to his mother for not being able to protect her. Trunks heard the bolt of energy release from his finger like a clap of roaring thunder and then his whole world went black.