Chapter 4: Last Hope Of The Universe

Chapter 4: Last Hope Of The Universe

Birds chirped, the sun shone brightly against the smooth metal of the Capsule Corporation's domed headquarters. Soft soothing music played in the background, sound asleep, Trunks lay in his crib. He had a gentle smile, and innocent eyes. He was young and carefree. Bulma carefully watched over him, as he twitched, dreaming of wonderful worlds. A soft, soothing breeze drifted through the room.
"BULMA! I need to take Trunks! NOW!!" Piccolo rudely demanded.
"WHAT! You want Trunks, stay away from him you freak!"
"Bulma! You don't understand!"
Piccolo told her of the dreadful events that had occurred. They proceeded to Kami's look-out.
"We'll use the Dragonballs Goku gathered before the Cell Games began", explained Piccolo.
"To do what exactly?" demanded Bulma.
"We have to save Goku and the others"
"And how exactly we gonna do that?"
"We need the Super-Saiyan power to even have a hope of saving them. I have no idea why they left, they just took off. So, we need to use Trunks."
"WHAT!? Trunks!? How on Earth is he gonna help!? He's barely able to talk!", screamed Bulma.
"That's why we're going to use the Dragonballs to make him 12, then to make him Super-Saiyan to save time."
"And then what are you going to do?"
"Then we are going to train in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber to train."
"Never! My Trunks will never be trained by you!"
"Look! Do you want Trunks to be a 'big strong boy'? mocked Piccolo.
"Yeeeeaaaahhhh, I do!" replied Bulma in her more annoying voice.
"Well then, let me train him in the chamber, without his help the future's doomed. He'd never get to be the 'big strong boy' you want him to be."
"Hmph! Fine! But I'm only doing this for Trunks!"
"Right!"
Piccolo approached the Dragonballs and called upon the dragon. The sky clouded over, the wind strengthened, the hero's heavy clothes waved wildly from there still bodies. With a a purple cloud of smoke, the dragon emerged.
"I am Shenlong you have two wishes, make them now!", ordered the dragon.
"I wish for you to make this boy the age of 12!" replied Piccolo as he pointed at the infant.
Trunks began to glow a bright white. The stunning aura engulfed his whole body, he appeared almost as a mass of pure energy. The light started to stretch. It expanded, up, out, it began to take a form, a strong, agile form. The light shrunk, sticking close to the boy's body. A solid white human silhouette remained. The light began to dissipate, Trunks stood, focussed, as though realising the purpose for his rapid ageing. He looked at Bulma, who stood, gazing at his figure, tears of joy streaming down her face.
Trunks... my little bab-", she paused.
He wasn't a baby anymore.
"... My boy, my handsome, young, strong boy", smiled Bulma.
"Thanks Mom", Trunks spoke softly in his smooth, confident voice, returning the smile cutely.
He hugged Bulma tightly. He was as sweet and affectionate as Marai Trunks. Piccolo interrupted...
"As much I'm 'loving' this show of affection, we have to train now, there's no time to waste. You know what we gotta do Trunks?"
"Yeah, I may have been a baby, but I'm no ordinary kid, I heard it all.", Trunks answered, with a look of anxiety on his face.
"ok, good, just to let you know... I don't train easy, you'll be an ascendant Saiyan before long. Which reminds me... Dragon! I have my next wish!"
"Then speak Namek! What is your wish?"
"I wish for you to give this boy the ability of controlling the Super-Saiyan ability!"
"You're wish has been granted"
Bulma and Piccolo turned to Trunks.
"I-I can feel it. I can go Super-Saiyan whenever I want. This power, it feels amazing!"
"No time to test it, we have to go.. NOW!"
Trunks hugged his mom again, and ran off towards the chamber with Piccolo.
"I love you mom, I'll make sure everyone will be ok!"
The approached the chamber door.
"This is it, we're going to be in here for 2 earth days, but it will be 2 years in the chamber. It's not easy, but it's the only way we can win"
"I understand. Let's go!"
Trunks slowly pushed the door open, and they stepped though the opening to commence their training...