Notes: Sorry these
chapters are so short. I'm a slow writer. (I like to think of it as meticulous.)
Disclaimer: I still
don't own DBZ or its characters, but I do have a life-sized Trunks wall scroll.
I'll stop writing before I give that up, so you better not turn me in! ^_^
Chapter
Two
On a lawn several miles from any city, sat a boy of probably 14 or 15. Most
would expect a boy of his age to be enjoying the late summer afternoon to roughhouse
with his friends or sit sipping lemonade with a pretty young girl and watch
the sun fall beyond the horizon.
But not this young boy,
a close look at this particular boy would reveal that he, not unlike so many
others his age and in this time, had seen more than those three times his age.
A look into his young eyes would reveal a soul that had been scarred almost
beyond repair.
Suddenly, this not so young
boy jumped up. "Mom!" he yelled into the all but abandoned building
behind him, "I'm going out!"
"Trunks!" came
the almost frantic reply from the woman inside. She dropped the schematics she
had been pouring over and with almost super-human speed burst out the front
door and ran to her son. She stopped behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder
just before he crouched to take off. "Don't you dare go out and do anything
foolish."
She knew that he had heard
the news reports about West Town. They had been listening to them all afternoon.
For months, ever since,
well, ever since he came home that stormy night all alone, her only son had
been almost desperate to find himself in mortal danger once again. Day after
day, he had trained for countless hours only to fall into bed, almost unconscious,
when night fell and start anew the next morning.
But not today, today had
been different. He had stopped some time after lunch and sat on the lawn all
afternoon. He stared off into the distance and listened to the news reports
until all that was left was static.
Another city had fallen.
"Mom, there has to
be something I can do." He looked at her through lavender bangs desperately
seeking her assent. "It's what Gohan would have done. He wouldn't have
wanted me to just give up!" He was pleading with her now. Pleading for
her to understand. Pleading with her to allow him to do this one small thing
to help atone for his inability to save his mentor, savior, and best friend.
Sighing, she dropped her
head a bit and relented. "Go. Do what you can." She knew that they
were probably long gone by now, both the androids and the humans they had mercilessly
killed, or they would be by the time he got there.
She really didn't know what
he thought he could do at this point, but if he could find something to help
heal his broken spirit, then it was worth the risk. Almost. "Just,"
she paused for a second and looked him in the eye, trying to convey her entire
meaning, "be careful." She knew he heard her silent plea for him to
come back.
He nodded once and took
off in the direction he had been staring all afternoon.
~~~
More Notes: Before
you get on my case about Trunks not being 14 or 15 in the DBZ Movie, I want
to make a couple of things clear about how I'm approaching this story. I think
the things that happen in the main timeline could happen in the Mirai Trunks
timeline, but they don't have to happen in the same order or the same time.
The androids have to have had some impact on the timeline. All I know is that
before Gohan dies Trunks is 13 or 14 and does not have a sword and when we see
him 3 years later he does have it. So I'm basing this story during those 3 years.
If that's a problem, I apologize.