Part 2-
"Rest up, Gohan. I'm sure you're very tired," observed Bulma as she force-fed him his
daily medicine. The young Saiyan warrior had been in bed since his injury against the Androids
four days ago.
"Please, Bulma, don't hold me back. I need to get the androids," responded Gohan,
struggling in bed through the torture and pain he felt.
"Don't be a fool, Gohan! You're too weak to even move your arms! If Trunks hadn't
been there to save you, you could be dead!" shouted Bulma as she set his clean clothes on the
bedside table. "Take your time with this one, Gohan. You need to heal, and then maybe you
should take your training a bit more seriously this time." Bulma set a glass of water next to his
clothes and shut the door.
Gohan stared at the ceiling. Tears fell from his eyes onto his frail cheeks. How many times
had he let his friends down? Time had passed since the others had died, and yet he still felt as
though it had been yesterday. Horror filled screams occupied his mind. Shutting them out, He
closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Thoughts kept roaming, taking him back to his father's face,
reminding him how helpless he was. Helpless to stop the radical new virus that had materialized
within his father's blood, killing him almost instantly. Gohan shuddered at the thought as he
slowly drifted off into a deep slumber.
Trunks looked down at his dinner as Bulma sat opposite him and began eating. An uneasy
feeling came over him as he stared at his plate. Bulma began to speak. "Trunks..."
Trunks looked up at her, shame filling his eyes. Bulma saw his pain and smiled, trying to
comfort him. "Trunks, I'm glad you were there today. If Gohan had died- well, I don't know if I
could bear to lose another one of you kids. You two are all I have left."
Trunks sighed. He knew how powerful the androids were. He had seen it up close, and he
knew the battle wasn't going to be easy, especially with two on four. Even if Gohan recovered,
who knew if he would ever recover completely. Having One arm would certainly be a cripple, and
it was still not known if there was any inner bodily damage.
***
Trunks looked up at the stars. Since Gohan was disabled, he would be forced to train
himself for the time being. He faced the ocean, letting loose an ear-splitting cry, and launching a
massive ki blast into the smooth waters. An explosion rang out as the blast blew up, throwing
water into the air for miles. Trunks screamed and began firing ki blasts into the ocean one by one,
straining his muscles, thinking of Gohan, thinking of death, thinking of revenge. His hair rose, and
began to change, and transformed to a faint yellow. Trunks' veins pulled beneath his skin, his
mind raging, his body crippled with anger. He became the dream, the envision of power, changing
and altering his power level, allowing him to reach a new high.
"Revenge."
***
Air ruffled android 18's hair as she looked off into the distance. Life had grown so
wasteful since all of Earth's heroes had died. The fun of battle was gone along with them.
17 walked over and sat next to 18. "What's wrong with you? You've been moping around
ever since that battle with the kid."
"Haven't you noticed that there's no one left to fight, 17? Life sucks. Everything fun is
gone. Now all we ever do is blow up buildings. I think maybe there's something more to life than
that."
17 smiled and brushed the hair away from her eyes. "You know, sis, you look really pretty
in this light..."
18 jabbed 17 in the stomach. "Flattering won't take my mind of the situation, 17. I-- I
want to be alone now. Leave."
"Fine. Be alone. See if I care," murmured 17, walking off toward their house, a wrecked
skyscraper in the middle of Ginger Town.
18 gazed back at the sky. "I feel so... empty."
"Rest up, Gohan. I'm sure you're very tired," observed Bulma as she force-fed him his
daily medicine. The young Saiyan warrior had been in bed since his injury against the Androids
four days ago.
"Please, Bulma, don't hold me back. I need to get the androids," responded Gohan,
struggling in bed through the torture and pain he felt.
"Don't be a fool, Gohan! You're too weak to even move your arms! If Trunks hadn't
been there to save you, you could be dead!" shouted Bulma as she set his clean clothes on the
bedside table. "Take your time with this one, Gohan. You need to heal, and then maybe you
should take your training a bit more seriously this time." Bulma set a glass of water next to his
clothes and shut the door.
Gohan stared at the ceiling. Tears fell from his eyes onto his frail cheeks. How many times
had he let his friends down? Time had passed since the others had died, and yet he still felt as
though it had been yesterday. Horror filled screams occupied his mind. Shutting them out, He
closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Thoughts kept roaming, taking him back to his father's face,
reminding him how helpless he was. Helpless to stop the radical new virus that had materialized
within his father's blood, killing him almost instantly. Gohan shuddered at the thought as he
slowly drifted off into a deep slumber.
Trunks looked down at his dinner as Bulma sat opposite him and began eating. An uneasy
feeling came over him as he stared at his plate. Bulma began to speak. "Trunks..."
Trunks looked up at her, shame filling his eyes. Bulma saw his pain and smiled, trying to
comfort him. "Trunks, I'm glad you were there today. If Gohan had died- well, I don't know if I
could bear to lose another one of you kids. You two are all I have left."
Trunks sighed. He knew how powerful the androids were. He had seen it up close, and he
knew the battle wasn't going to be easy, especially with two on four. Even if Gohan recovered,
who knew if he would ever recover completely. Having One arm would certainly be a cripple, and
it was still not known if there was any inner bodily damage.
***
Trunks looked up at the stars. Since Gohan was disabled, he would be forced to train
himself for the time being. He faced the ocean, letting loose an ear-splitting cry, and launching a
massive ki blast into the smooth waters. An explosion rang out as the blast blew up, throwing
water into the air for miles. Trunks screamed and began firing ki blasts into the ocean one by one,
straining his muscles, thinking of Gohan, thinking of death, thinking of revenge. His hair rose, and
began to change, and transformed to a faint yellow. Trunks' veins pulled beneath his skin, his
mind raging, his body crippled with anger. He became the dream, the envision of power, changing
and altering his power level, allowing him to reach a new high.
"Revenge."
***
Air ruffled android 18's hair as she looked off into the distance. Life had grown so
wasteful since all of Earth's heroes had died. The fun of battle was gone along with them.
17 walked over and sat next to 18. "What's wrong with you? You've been moping around
ever since that battle with the kid."
"Haven't you noticed that there's no one left to fight, 17? Life sucks. Everything fun is
gone. Now all we ever do is blow up buildings. I think maybe there's something more to life than
that."
17 smiled and brushed the hair away from her eyes. "You know, sis, you look really pretty
in this light..."
18 jabbed 17 in the stomach. "Flattering won't take my mind of the situation, 17. I-- I
want to be alone now. Leave."
"Fine. Be alone. See if I care," murmured 17, walking off toward their house, a wrecked
skyscraper in the middle of Ginger Town.
18 gazed back at the sky. "I feel so... empty."