Chapter I: A Gap In Time
Kuririn looked up at Shenron in
amazement and shock, his eyes widened and jaw dropped. "You know, I never do get tired of seeing
that guy." Yamucha shrugged and looked
down at the lifeless body of Mirai no Trunks.
"Oh mighty Shenron, we wish to
revive all of those killed by Seru."
Yamucha bowed low and squinted as the dragon's eyes lighted a
fluorescent red. As the Z-Senshi stared
at Trunks' body, waiting for him to wake up and live, the Eternal Dragon
grumbled, shuffling around. His
whiskers swayed upon the night's wind, and his scales shone in the light of the
stars.
"I am waiting. What is your final wish?" The dragon began to grow impatient as the
group began and ended with a chorus of "uhh…"s and "hmm…"s. Then, all of a sudden, Kuririn aimed a
finger high in the air, as if he were saying, "I've got it!"
Our bald hero looked up at
Shenron and stuttered a bit.
Eventually, the dragon growled at him and he just spat it out. "We wish to remove the self-destruct systems
from Juunana- and Juuhachi-gou!" The
eternal dragon did his spiffy thing and announced that the wish was granted,
and he disappeared, the seven dragonballs scattering across the planet of
Earth.
Now that the earth had been rid
of Seru, the Z-Senshi were ready to settle down and relax; all of them, except
Trunks. With Juunanagou and Juuhachigou
alive and well, he could not just lie down and watch the television. He'd had too many incidents with those two
to simply forgive and forget. They
would pay.
Juunanagou sat perched upon a
pointy rock like a cat about to pounce on a mouse, watching Juuhachigou fix up
her hair and watching the sunset. "How
can you be so damn relaxed, eighteen?
Trunks is on our tail, he's going to be here any minute."
"I don't intend on fighting him,
#17. Besides, he's much stronger
now. We don't have a chance. We owe them a favor, after all. They saved our lives, seventeen. We can live in peace now, there's no point
in holding a grudge." Eighteen sighed
and ran her hand through her sandy blonde hair, the fingerless leather glove
parting each strand of her hair.
Seventeen muttered something of "damn Saiyajins" under his breath and
nodded in agreement.
Trunks' flat boots were cushioned
with a soft landing by a dusty patch of sand.
He shifted his pale blue eyes from left to right in search of the
dreaded androids. In a matter of
moments, they landed right in front of him.
They had no tint of sadism in their eyes, no sparkle of hatred or smirk
of cruelty. "Trunks, your friends saved
our sides, we can't even compare to your current level of ki, so I guess we'll
just live on peacefully. We surrender,
Trunks. You win."
Trunks kicked the sand around in
place and bit his lower lip, shaking his head softly. "No," he said. "No. I can NEVER forgive you for what you have
done…never…I…will kill you!" He formed
a ball of raging ki in his hands, only to have it disappear. A voice in his head told him to stop. He dropped his defense and looked up towards
the clouds, softly whispering to himself…or maybe to someone else out there?
Gokuu-san. Why should I let them go…? They killed so many innocent people, and…and
Gohan-san. And here, in your own home,
look what they have done. How can you
be so forgiving? You're a full-blooded
Saiyajin like my father, right? Then
how?
Although Trunks received no
reply, he knew what he had to do. He
nodded slightly to the jinzouningen and soared off, back to his friends (and
family.)
"So this is it. This is really good-bye." Trunks sighed, trying to hold back the tears
forming behind his eyes. He knew he
didn't need to, but he did. He walked
up to Gohan and kneeled down to level himself with the child. He rested a hand on the boy's shoulder and
smiled.
"You were great, kid. You're
just like you were in the future…. so powerful, and yet so kind. I will never forget you." He nodded lightly and proceeded towards
Tenshinhan, Yamucha and Kuririn.
"You three…you put up a nice
fight against those Cell Juniors.
Thanks for everything… I'll miss you."
And then he walked up to his mother, who was holding a one-year old
mirror image of himself. "Mother…I
don't know what to say, I…I will never forget you. Thank you, for your help…and for everything. I'll remember you until the day I die, and
after that too. And you, little buddy…"
Trunks patted the top of the baby's head.
"You do something for me. Take
care of mother and father while I'm gone, okay? You're going to grow up a strong boy, I can see it in your eyes." Trunks sighed as his mother thanked him for
the help, and such. He let go of his
tears, not caring that they strolled down his cheeks and splattered on the
ground. He turned his back and walked
away, over to his father.
"Dad…" Trunks wiped away his
tears and held his head high, looking proud.
"You don't have to say anything…I know what you did back there. I forgive you, and I also thank you, for
saving the world. Without the Final
Flash attack, we would all be gone. I'm
not going to forget you, father. I'm
glad I got a chance to meet you…now I know why I'm so powerful. I'm proud of you…you will always hold a
special place in my heart." Vejita
waved good-bye, a simple two-finger shake of his wrist. So simple, it seemed, but to Trunks, it had
meant the world.
Trunks jumped into his time
capsule and waved a final good-bye to the Z-Senshi and his mother. Tears trickled down his cheeks, and he
wasn't hiding them this time. And so,
he was gone. He smiled, with the
thought of his father situated in his mind.
What he did not know was that that mental image was the last glimpse of
reality he would ever have.
The
emergency alarm set off inside Trunks' time capsule as he jammed down furiously
on every button he could find. As he
looked around outside, he saw that he was not in the future he knew. He had created a dimension of illogic, a
world of the impossible. He had created
AD102.
