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Year 3005
Selene landed softly with both feet in a city. Kids, adults were all screaming running and panicking. Most were crying, crying of fear or pain. Selene closed her eyes feeling for the balance of good and evil intentions.. Her eyes quickly shot open. Shock clearly showed throughout her expression. Good conquered evil on this planet. Then why was everyone dead, covered in blood, or screaming running for there lives. Sensing something from behind Selene shot up into the air as the ground she once stood upon exploded in a yellow light, scattering debris shot out. Turning around in the air swiftly she was faced with a chubby guy that's skin was white. The guy giggled highly . . . mechanically. Selene couldn't sense anything from this guy, he wasn't good nor evil nor strong . . . he wasn't existing.
'He's not alien or human . . .' a soft voice stated in Selene's mind. 'He's a machine, used to conquer. To destroy or at least that's what it is programmed to do. It has feelings or can receive them if you gave him a chance . . .' It was the light inside her . . . 'how do you know?' was all that Selene questioned, but the answer was not what she was expecting. 'Look into his eyes . . .' and she did, and she saw everything . . . the material this 'android' was made of. She felt his emotions, which was loyalty and anger and twisted pleasure of torture, his strength. The little chubby man attacked, and she just dodged to the side . . . something wasn't right.
Mirai Trunks flew towards Capsule Corp. he ignored all the screams and whimpers of anguish that attacked and ripped at his mind. He ignored the visions of his trainer Gohan's screams and his father's yells. He ignored it, or tried to. They wouldn't leave him alone, so he thought about the only way to save Earth. Go to the past . . . again. For the androids were back . . . somehow.
Selene elbowed the little chubby guy in the gut sending him crashing to the ground. The android slowly pushed him-self up. It's ice blue eyes were blank . . . always blank . . .
"Mom . . ." Trunks whispered softly. Fear quipped his heart squeezing it tightly, he felt his breathing raggedly falter. "Mom . . ." Cautiously he slipped open another door, the door that led to the lab where his mother would always work tiredly in. His eyes roamed around the room . . . everything was broken, cracked . . . destroyed . . .
Selene punched the android in the face causing the android to stagger in the air. Not wasting another second of time she followed threw with an upper cut to the chin. Black light formed in the palm of her left hand and she threw it straight at the androids stomach. The android absorbed it . . . but then black beams shot out in all directions all over its mechanical body . . . variety of the android's pieces rained down from the peaceful sky and landed splattering in the blood shed below.
Trunks choked back a sob and ran out of the room. Bulma . . . his mother . . . was gone . . . forever. He was alone . . . and the androids were still terrorizing this world. He was helpless, for he couldn't do anything about it. Go to the past . . . he remembered the two time machines his mother created . . . her last inventions . . . 'no don't think like that . . . you're going to save them . . .' Trunks thought strongly.
Selene watched as the little cold metal pieces, the android was made of, fell to the ground exploding and vanishing within the fires that now roared. 'You shouldn't have done that.' A soft fearful voice cried inside her mind. She had to get away. So Selene flew off following, what? She did not know. Reaching a building that read Capsule. Corp. She entered and stepped through a door. None of this she thought twice about, her instincts were moving her on her own.
Trunks stepped inside a small machine frantically. His hands were shaking and sweat dripped off his forehead. Doubt started to accumulate in his mind. He had to leave now before he lost his courage. He will be finally getting away from this pain, but what would be the cost of the changes? The time machine he was in was labeled Hope. Trunks started programming the dates of the past, where everything will be . . . better.
Selene watched from the door as she saw the boy named Trunks type in coordinates and dates. Storing those dates in her memory, she saw the machine vanish in thin air. 'Time machine.' A dark voice growled menacingly in her head. 'Go after him or this powerful evil may never exist.' And she listened. Stepping into the duplicate time machine that was left. She noticed it had a label on it . . . Faith. Ignoring it she typed in the coordinates she saw Trunks type in, but she forgot the last number. The light inside her was keeping it from her, guarding it. Hitting a number randomly she growled. Then she was gone.
Appearing in the air over some mountains she opened the hatchet, jumped down to the ground. Pointing a finger towards the machine she was just in, a black beam of light shot out and sliced threw it causing it blow up, right then, right there.
Trunks floated above an ocean in his time machine. Waves crashed against each other and the salty fresh air Trunks breathed in made him relax a little. No stale steel blood, no loud noises of destruction. He still had a chance. Flying in his time machine he headed towards Capsule. Corp. the Capsule Corp. in the year of 2990.
"TRUNKS OH MY GOSH YOUR BACK!!!" Bulma, a young women, with light royal blue hair and deep royal blue eyes ran out of Capsule Corp. hugging her son Mirai Trunks with a death grip.
"Hey, Mom!" Trunks offered weakly and a tiny smirk. "Is Vegeta around?" Bulma looked at him and shook her head.
"No he went sparring with Goku not to long ago. Now what brings you hear. I mean I haven't seen you in a while and I've missed you but you know how Chibi-Trunks is such a handful.
Selene walked onto a cemented sidewalk. Watching casually as bunches of people strolled, rushed around. 'Sataan City' it was called. 'Neutral . . . no . . . good, definitely light rules hear.' Selene thought dejectedly as she felt the same remorse and guilt that contradicted the anticipation and ruthlessness that raided her body's senses . . . for she in order to keep the balance, balanced, she needed to kill an innocent.
Trunks sat on a plush green couch facing his 'mother' Bulma who was holding his 'present' self. He saw motherly love and curiosity in her knowledgeable blue eyes.
"Well, I'm here because the androids somehow . . . came back." Trunks started and Bulma gasped, her eyes dimmed. Trunks blinked and for a second he saw the picture of the girl he saw that flew away . . . flew 'was she another android?'.
"Really?" Bulma's choked voice cracked. Her normal enthusiasm about whipping some evils butt left her completely. For the battle with the androids and Cell was a close call for losing everyone Bulma ever loved and cared about.
"Yeah." Trunks trailed off ignoring eye contact. He could feel deep inside his gut, that something just wasn't right. "Where's the others, Gohan, Krillian, Piccolo?" Trunks' voice held urgency causing Bulma to tense.
"They're gone . . . all training . . . why?" Trunks in response just mumbled something, laid back on the couch and drifted away, for he was tired, yes, that's the reason for this feeling, he was tired and restless. Sleep is all he needs . . . to feel better.
It was dark, it was night. And the air was still but Selene felt cold, like a freezing stone that can't feel anything until it's smashed into tiny little pieces. Walking casually down the same street she observed this afternoon, a teenage boy brushed by strolling past her. His short wild black hair made him look dangerous and his violet eyes were glazed. Not wasting anytime Selene grabbed his stomach forcing him against her and covered his mouth with her other hand tightly. Dragging him into the shadows, her hand holding his stomach flashed down to her boot grabbed a golden blade dagger that had a black handle. The dagger plunged into his soft tense flesh. He contracted forward, squeezing his eyes tightly, a tear escaped. Yanking the dagger out, Selene saw a semi-truck cruising down the street. An idea hit her and she shoved the boy in front of it. He didn't have enough time to think, yet alone scream. But Selene heard a whimper echo within the wind.
Trunks shot up sweating. Warm clear hot liquid rolled down his face. Pain constricted in his chest . . . at his heart. The pain consumed him and he blacked out feeling scorching lava burn through his veins.
Selene felt utterly calm when she threw the boy in front of the truck, when she plunged the dagger into his soft flesh. But now watching on a rooftop near by as the ambulance took his pale fragile . . . dead . . . frame away. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed so hard that it was about to combust. The utterly satisfaction and the terrorizing realization of guilt clashed together creating crazed sanity.
Trunks clenched his fists tightly and started to glow with a golden era, but he still was gone, in a deep blank sleep.