Dragon Ball Z/ Sailor Moon/ Ranma ½ fanfic.
"Past, Present and Uncertainty."
TEAM OMEGA's NOTES-We didn't write this story. Although we really wish we did. It is by Julian Soullard. And YES we did get freaking permission. Alright? Okay now read the sequal. And Makato? PLEASE DON'T FREAKING E-MAIL ME OKAY?????????? HAPPY? And by the way nick slaps like a girl.
By Julian Soullard (e-mail: jnsoullard@hotmail.com)
Warning: All characters from this fanfic (except for the villains)
are copyright from Akira Toriyama (Dragon Ball Z), Naoko Takeuchi (Sailor
Moon) and Rumiko Takahashi (Ranma ½) so don't sue me. By the way, also worth
mentioning, this story is a sequel to my other fanfic "Boy meets girls".
In other words, there will be a lot of things you won't understand in this
story if you haven't read "Boy meets girls" (and its side stories) first.
If that's the case... then what the Hell are you doing here still reading
this? Go to http://lavender.fortunecity.com/flamingos/122 instead, and start
at the real beginning of the story like you're suppose to!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
AND NOW ON WITH....
Chapter 1: Three to six.
It was a warm afternoon as Bulma drove back home. With the window pulled
down, she could feel how the wind blew against her face. Even though she
could use the air conditioner instead, the president of Capsule Corps
preferred this alternative way of cooling-off.
Sometimes people take little things like this for granted. Even if getting
your hair refreshed while driving isn't the most thrilling experience at
hand to some people, still, it was one of those little simple things that
Bulma enjoyed fully. Maybe it sounded silly, but it was all those little
things that made her feel alive.
Alive and happy.
Several years back she wouldn't have looked at all those things the way she
did now. It's amazing how a war can change a person's point of view. And how,
when your life is at stake, you learn to appreciate all those things you
overlooked before.
As she stopped the hover-craft inside the Capsule Corps lot, she noticed
another particular vehicle parked inside.
[That's odd.] she thought. [I thought he was going to be out.]
Once she made her way inside her house, Bulma took out her business jacket
and hanged it over a nearby rack.
"Trunks? Are you here?" she asked out loud. She didn't get a response.
As she went to her son's room, she knocked on the door and asked the same
question again, getting the same answer. Supposing he could be using his
headphones, she decided to open the door instead.
[Nope, not here.] she said to herself, as she looked around the room.
She was about to close the door again when suddenly something caught her
attention.
A couple of disks laying on the floor.
Assuming that Trunks wouldn't mind if she put them back in place, she picked
them up and read the inscription labeled on them out of curiosity.
Tenkachi Budokai.
Each disk featuring the Budokai of a different year.
Bulma couldn't help letting out a little smile as she remembered those times.
Her son probably spent a lot of time watching these disks. A rather poor way
of remembering his friends from the past, but it was one of the few things
he had at hand. Not to mention that since Trunks lacked a mentor/sparing
partner like Gohan, these disks were probably the only source of martial
arts knowledge he could get. Aside from Kamesenin (who retired several years
ago) Trunks was the only warrior left on this planet.
Three years had passed since the Jinzouningen had been destroyed along with
that monster called Cell. But even if the world was living in peace once
again, Bulma just couldn't get her son to stop training.
Not to an insane level like Goku or Vejiita though. Fortunately, Trunks
found a way to combine both his training and studying in a healthy way, much
to her mother's relief.
In any case, if right now he wasn't in his chambers, the most likely place
for him to be in would be the gravity room.
Bulma placed the disks on Trunks' desk on her way out of the room, careful
not to put anything out of place. Her son wouldn't like if she accidentally
misplaced one of his blueprints.
Once that was done, she headed for the nearest computer screen. As the image
of the gravity room became visible once she turned the screen on, she began
to hear a voice puffing and breathing hard.
The owner of such voice became visible as well in one of the corners of the
room.
Dressed in a black undershirt and gray trousers, the muscular Saiyajin hybrid
was doing one hand pushups. His long hair turned golden and curved upwards
clearly showed that he was in Super Saiyanjin form.
"Trunks." Bulma began through the intercom, "I thought you went out?"
"Hi, mom." the guy replied. "I was, but not for long."
"I'm fixing some coffee," his mother went on, "do you care to join me?"
"Be there in a minute. Just let me take a quick shower."
In a matter of minutes, Bulma was already pouring some coffee inside two
mugs. Her son joined her shortly after with a towel over his shoulders, as
he rubbed his long purple hair dry.
Bulma took a seat and handed him his respective mug.
"I thought you were going out with Tikka this afternoon." she opened up in a
straight forward way.
"I was with her a couple of hours ago." he explained.
"And? Why are you here now?" his mother asked, even though she already knew
the answer.
"We decided it was time to take separate ways."
"Hmmm..." Bulma said, as she took a sip of coffee. "So it didn't work out, hun?"
"Nope. Not really."
"That's too bad." she stated. "She was a nice girl. Good looks and brains too."
"I guess we didn't find that little *something* in our relationship." Trunks
pointed out.
Bulma just remained silent to that comment.
She could understand why Trunks had that obsession with training even though
there was no apparent reason to do so. Either it had something to do with
his Saiyajin blood or just a sense of duty since now he was the only warrior
left and wanted to be prepared in case something showed up.
But when it came to his son's social life, mainly girlfriends, she just
couldn't figure him out. None of his girlfriends lasted more than a couple
of months.
At first, Bulma found this natural. Trunks never had any real experiences
with girls while being a teenager due to two particular androids on the
rampage which made 'normal life' quite impossible. Therefore dating several
girls was understandable in order to catch up for lost time. But still,
Bulma thought of it as just a phase her son would be going through.
Eventually he would find the right girl and never let her go.
That moment hadn't arrived yet, even if her son was now twenty five years old.
"You looked really happy with her." Bulma commented.
"At first." Trunks began. "But as time went on I realized we didn't really
had too much in common. It just didn't work out in the end."
"Oh?" his mother inquired. Trunks could sense a drop of sarcasm in her voice.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but it didn't work out because you didn't want it
to work out."
"What do you mean?"
"Answer me something." she went on, "Were you the one who suggested to end
this relationship, or was it Tikka?"
Trunks remained silent to that comment.
"I'm not lecturing you, Trunks." she made clear, "But I can't help noticing
that your girlfriend situation is pretty lame. I don't want to rush you in
getting married, especially if you don't want to, but each time you have a
girlfriend you end up dumping her two months later."
"It's just that..." the Saiyajin hybrid began, "I can't seem to find the right
girl. I guess I'm the one to blame. Maybe my 'ideal girl' is a little...
unattainable."
"Trunks," Bulma said, "if you want a relationship to work, you have to *make
it* work. If that wasn't the case, how do you think I had you in the first
place?"
Trunks couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the thought of Vejiita and her mom
quarreling on almost every subject.
"I guess dad must have been quite a handful." he pointed out.
"We both had our differences. Huge differences." she went on, "But that's
just part of growing up. You shouldn't feel discourage just because of some
differences with your girlfriend."
"Maybe I just need some time to think this over." Trunks responded.
"That might work." his mother added. "If it doesn't, then don't worry too
much about it either. I'm sure you'll find the right girl eventually."
"You really think so?"
"Well of course I do!" Bulma stated as she got up from her seat and put her
hands on her hips, "After all you're my son and inherited my good looks.
It's only natural that you'll find the perfect girl."
Trunks just chuckled to that statement. His mother could act so much like
Vejiita when 'good looks' were discussed.
"So, would you like another cup of coffee?"
"Thanks, mom. But I think I'll go out anyway." he responded.
"Movies?"
"Nah, I think I'll just cruise around for a while."
"Don't forget to put your sweater on." she joked.
"Yes, 'mother'."
Before she even had time to put the two mugs on the washing machine, the
intercom rang. As the screen descended from the roof, Bulma saw the image of
a woman with long dark hair with green tones at the entrance.
"Yes?" she asked, "What may I do for you?"
"Excuse me," the visitor began, "I'm looking for a person responding to the
name of Trunks. I was told he lived here."
"Just a minute. Who should I tell him is looking for him?"
"He doesn't know me, but you can tell him my name is Setsuna Meiou."
"Business?"
"Personal matters."
As she pressed a button on a nearby keypad, Bulma opened the door and let
the visitor inside. She then switched channels and contacted her son.
"Trunks, there's someone here to see you." she said.
"Not another one of those..."
"She doesn't look to be one of those." she interrupted, "Her name is Setsuna
Meiou. Good looking if you ask me. I'll show her to the living room and
leave you two alone so you can enjoy some... 'privacy'." as she winked.
Trunks just rolled his eyes. His mother really seam to enjoy teasing him
with every girl that showed up in the house.
He made his way towards the living room and spotted the woman in question,
dressed in a conservative brown suite.
Her long dark hair reached below her waist, but what caught Trunks'
attention the most was her inexpressive crimson eyes.
"Miss, Meiou?" he began.
"Yes. You must be Trunks-san." she responded.
"Please take a seat. What can I do for you?" he asked. [If she answers 'the
question is what can *I* do for *you*' then I might as well get ready to
tell her to go home.]
"Trunks-san..."
"Just Trunks will be fine."
"Very well... Trunks." Setsuna acknowledged, "I'll be brief. I come from a
place far away from here, and my sole purpose to be here tonight, under your
roof, is to ask something of you."
"I'm listening." he told her. [Here it comes now...]
"First I would like to ask you a question." the visitor pointed out. "I'm
not very familiar in how many years had passed in this world. Can you tell
me exactly where were you three years from today?"
Trunks was a little surprised by the question, it being something he
obviously wasn't expecting. *Everyone* knew what happened three years ago.
Whoever this woman was, she was starting to act strange. Then again, this
might be some sort of trick question.
"Three years ago, I was here." he responded, getting a little suspicious.
"That's when I defeated the Jinzouningen."
"I see." the lady responded. "If I understand correctly, you previously used
a time machine in order to go back in time. The purpose was to give a friend
of yours a medicine that would heal his very delicate heart condition,
therefore changing the timeline of this world for the best."
Trunks looked at her with wide eyes. How could this woman possibly know
about the 'Hope'? More importantly how could she know about that and not
know about the defeat of the Jinzouningen?
This was getting more fishy by the moment. The existence of the 'Hope' was
known to a number of few selected people, mainly because Bulma wisely
thought that if everybody knew about the time machine, several persons would
intent to get their hands on it, therefore causing some major problems.
Trunks go up from his seat, looking firmly at his guest.
"Who are you really? And who sent you here?" he asked determinedly.
"It's a little complicated." the woman stated, as she got up as well. Her
tone of voice didn't show any sign of weakness. "Answering to your second
question first, I came here by my own free will. I work for no one and
everyone at the same time. As for my true identity..."
The purple hair hybrid saw how the woman pulled some sort of small rod out
of her pocket. Trunks immediately took a defensive stance. If that lady
revealed herself to be an enemy, he'd make sure to take care of her fast.
Setsuna raised her heshin rod.
"PLUTO PLANET POWER, MAKEUP!!"
As soon as those words were spoken, her entire body was consumed in a bright
light which blinded Trunks momentarily. As the light fade out, Setsuna was
revealed wearing her Sailor Senshi outfit.
"I'm Sailor Pluto, guardian of time." she concluded.
Trunks looked shocked. That outfit shook up some old memories inside his
brain. Even though it had been several years since he last saw a girl
dressed in that particular getup, the memory was still there. Although,
quite frankly, he never expected to see that attire ever again.
"Sa... Sailor Senshi..." he whispered, as he got his voice back.
Steps could be heard approaching the room where the two of them were.
"Trunks, what was that noise?" Bulma asked as she made her way into the
living room. She suddenly stopped as she saw Sailor Pluto. "What the... Son,
who is this? And where is miss Meiou?"
"This *is* miss Meiou..." Trunks responded, sounding very doubtful.
End of Chapter 1.
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Author's notes:
I bet right now you must be asking yourselves: What??? Trunks is 25??? How
come???
Anyway, here's the explication.
For what I've been told, the time machine known as the 'Hope' takes up to
three years to charge. So here is how the aging process goes.
17 years old Trunks goes to the past to give Goku his medicine. Then he goes
back to his own world. To meet with the Z-senshi once again he must wait 3
years for the battery to charge up again. Therefore Trunks is 20 when
visiting the past for a second time. Then he spends 2 years training in the
room of spirit and time which made him 22 years old. Cell kicks the bucket
and he goes back to his time. First thing he does is destroy the androids.
Three years later, when he's 25, Cell (of that reality) shows up and Trunks
blasts him into dust.
For this fanfic, I did some modifications on that last part. Trunks kills
the Jinzouningen and immediately kills Cells after that. Then he spent three
years doing... I'm not telling ^_^.
Anyway, aside from the fact that now he's 25 and has long hair (enough to
make a decent ponytail this time) that's all you need to know for now. The
rest will be explained along the fanfic.
See you in chapter 2...
"Past, Present and Uncertainty."
TEAM OMEGA's NOTES-We didn't write this story. Although we really wish we did. It is by Julian Soullard. And YES we did get freaking permission. Alright? Okay now read the sequal. And Makato? PLEASE DON'T FREAKING E-MAIL ME OKAY?????????? HAPPY? And by the way nick slaps like a girl.
By Julian Soullard (e-mail: jnsoullard@hotmail.com)
Warning: All characters from this fanfic (except for the villains)
are copyright from Akira Toriyama (Dragon Ball Z), Naoko Takeuchi (Sailor
Moon) and Rumiko Takahashi (Ranma ½) so don't sue me. By the way, also worth
mentioning, this story is a sequel to my other fanfic "Boy meets girls".
In other words, there will be a lot of things you won't understand in this
story if you haven't read "Boy meets girls" (and its side stories) first.
If that's the case... then what the Hell are you doing here still reading
this? Go to http://lavender.fortunecity.com/flamingos/122 instead, and start
at the real beginning of the story like you're suppose to!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
AND NOW ON WITH....
Chapter 1: Three to six.
It was a warm afternoon as Bulma drove back home. With the window pulled
down, she could feel how the wind blew against her face. Even though she
could use the air conditioner instead, the president of Capsule Corps
preferred this alternative way of cooling-off.
Sometimes people take little things like this for granted. Even if getting
your hair refreshed while driving isn't the most thrilling experience at
hand to some people, still, it was one of those little simple things that
Bulma enjoyed fully. Maybe it sounded silly, but it was all those little
things that made her feel alive.
Alive and happy.
Several years back she wouldn't have looked at all those things the way she
did now. It's amazing how a war can change a person's point of view. And how,
when your life is at stake, you learn to appreciate all those things you
overlooked before.
As she stopped the hover-craft inside the Capsule Corps lot, she noticed
another particular vehicle parked inside.
[That's odd.] she thought. [I thought he was going to be out.]
Once she made her way inside her house, Bulma took out her business jacket
and hanged it over a nearby rack.
"Trunks? Are you here?" she asked out loud. She didn't get a response.
As she went to her son's room, she knocked on the door and asked the same
question again, getting the same answer. Supposing he could be using his
headphones, she decided to open the door instead.
[Nope, not here.] she said to herself, as she looked around the room.
She was about to close the door again when suddenly something caught her
attention.
A couple of disks laying on the floor.
Assuming that Trunks wouldn't mind if she put them back in place, she picked
them up and read the inscription labeled on them out of curiosity.
Tenkachi Budokai.
Each disk featuring the Budokai of a different year.
Bulma couldn't help letting out a little smile as she remembered those times.
Her son probably spent a lot of time watching these disks. A rather poor way
of remembering his friends from the past, but it was one of the few things
he had at hand. Not to mention that since Trunks lacked a mentor/sparing
partner like Gohan, these disks were probably the only source of martial
arts knowledge he could get. Aside from Kamesenin (who retired several years
ago) Trunks was the only warrior left on this planet.
Three years had passed since the Jinzouningen had been destroyed along with
that monster called Cell. But even if the world was living in peace once
again, Bulma just couldn't get her son to stop training.
Not to an insane level like Goku or Vejiita though. Fortunately, Trunks
found a way to combine both his training and studying in a healthy way, much
to her mother's relief.
In any case, if right now he wasn't in his chambers, the most likely place
for him to be in would be the gravity room.
Bulma placed the disks on Trunks' desk on her way out of the room, careful
not to put anything out of place. Her son wouldn't like if she accidentally
misplaced one of his blueprints.
Once that was done, she headed for the nearest computer screen. As the image
of the gravity room became visible once she turned the screen on, she began
to hear a voice puffing and breathing hard.
The owner of such voice became visible as well in one of the corners of the
room.
Dressed in a black undershirt and gray trousers, the muscular Saiyajin hybrid
was doing one hand pushups. His long hair turned golden and curved upwards
clearly showed that he was in Super Saiyanjin form.
"Trunks." Bulma began through the intercom, "I thought you went out?"
"Hi, mom." the guy replied. "I was, but not for long."
"I'm fixing some coffee," his mother went on, "do you care to join me?"
"Be there in a minute. Just let me take a quick shower."
In a matter of minutes, Bulma was already pouring some coffee inside two
mugs. Her son joined her shortly after with a towel over his shoulders, as
he rubbed his long purple hair dry.
Bulma took a seat and handed him his respective mug.
"I thought you were going out with Tikka this afternoon." she opened up in a
straight forward way.
"I was with her a couple of hours ago." he explained.
"And? Why are you here now?" his mother asked, even though she already knew
the answer.
"We decided it was time to take separate ways."
"Hmmm..." Bulma said, as she took a sip of coffee. "So it didn't work out, hun?"
"Nope. Not really."
"That's too bad." she stated. "She was a nice girl. Good looks and brains too."
"I guess we didn't find that little *something* in our relationship." Trunks
pointed out.
Bulma just remained silent to that comment.
She could understand why Trunks had that obsession with training even though
there was no apparent reason to do so. Either it had something to do with
his Saiyajin blood or just a sense of duty since now he was the only warrior
left and wanted to be prepared in case something showed up.
But when it came to his son's social life, mainly girlfriends, she just
couldn't figure him out. None of his girlfriends lasted more than a couple
of months.
At first, Bulma found this natural. Trunks never had any real experiences
with girls while being a teenager due to two particular androids on the
rampage which made 'normal life' quite impossible. Therefore dating several
girls was understandable in order to catch up for lost time. But still,
Bulma thought of it as just a phase her son would be going through.
Eventually he would find the right girl and never let her go.
That moment hadn't arrived yet, even if her son was now twenty five years old.
"You looked really happy with her." Bulma commented.
"At first." Trunks began. "But as time went on I realized we didn't really
had too much in common. It just didn't work out in the end."
"Oh?" his mother inquired. Trunks could sense a drop of sarcasm in her voice.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but it didn't work out because you didn't want it
to work out."
"What do you mean?"
"Answer me something." she went on, "Were you the one who suggested to end
this relationship, or was it Tikka?"
Trunks remained silent to that comment.
"I'm not lecturing you, Trunks." she made clear, "But I can't help noticing
that your girlfriend situation is pretty lame. I don't want to rush you in
getting married, especially if you don't want to, but each time you have a
girlfriend you end up dumping her two months later."
"It's just that..." the Saiyajin hybrid began, "I can't seem to find the right
girl. I guess I'm the one to blame. Maybe my 'ideal girl' is a little...
unattainable."
"Trunks," Bulma said, "if you want a relationship to work, you have to *make
it* work. If that wasn't the case, how do you think I had you in the first
place?"
Trunks couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the thought of Vejiita and her mom
quarreling on almost every subject.
"I guess dad must have been quite a handful." he pointed out.
"We both had our differences. Huge differences." she went on, "But that's
just part of growing up. You shouldn't feel discourage just because of some
differences with your girlfriend."
"Maybe I just need some time to think this over." Trunks responded.
"That might work." his mother added. "If it doesn't, then don't worry too
much about it either. I'm sure you'll find the right girl eventually."
"You really think so?"
"Well of course I do!" Bulma stated as she got up from her seat and put her
hands on her hips, "After all you're my son and inherited my good looks.
It's only natural that you'll find the perfect girl."
Trunks just chuckled to that statement. His mother could act so much like
Vejiita when 'good looks' were discussed.
"So, would you like another cup of coffee?"
"Thanks, mom. But I think I'll go out anyway." he responded.
"Movies?"
"Nah, I think I'll just cruise around for a while."
"Don't forget to put your sweater on." she joked.
"Yes, 'mother'."
Before she even had time to put the two mugs on the washing machine, the
intercom rang. As the screen descended from the roof, Bulma saw the image of
a woman with long dark hair with green tones at the entrance.
"Yes?" she asked, "What may I do for you?"
"Excuse me," the visitor began, "I'm looking for a person responding to the
name of Trunks. I was told he lived here."
"Just a minute. Who should I tell him is looking for him?"
"He doesn't know me, but you can tell him my name is Setsuna Meiou."
"Business?"
"Personal matters."
As she pressed a button on a nearby keypad, Bulma opened the door and let
the visitor inside. She then switched channels and contacted her son.
"Trunks, there's someone here to see you." she said.
"Not another one of those..."
"She doesn't look to be one of those." she interrupted, "Her name is Setsuna
Meiou. Good looking if you ask me. I'll show her to the living room and
leave you two alone so you can enjoy some... 'privacy'." as she winked.
Trunks just rolled his eyes. His mother really seam to enjoy teasing him
with every girl that showed up in the house.
He made his way towards the living room and spotted the woman in question,
dressed in a conservative brown suite.
Her long dark hair reached below her waist, but what caught Trunks'
attention the most was her inexpressive crimson eyes.
"Miss, Meiou?" he began.
"Yes. You must be Trunks-san." she responded.
"Please take a seat. What can I do for you?" he asked. [If she answers 'the
question is what can *I* do for *you*' then I might as well get ready to
tell her to go home.]
"Trunks-san..."
"Just Trunks will be fine."
"Very well... Trunks." Setsuna acknowledged, "I'll be brief. I come from a
place far away from here, and my sole purpose to be here tonight, under your
roof, is to ask something of you."
"I'm listening." he told her. [Here it comes now...]
"First I would like to ask you a question." the visitor pointed out. "I'm
not very familiar in how many years had passed in this world. Can you tell
me exactly where were you three years from today?"
Trunks was a little surprised by the question, it being something he
obviously wasn't expecting. *Everyone* knew what happened three years ago.
Whoever this woman was, she was starting to act strange. Then again, this
might be some sort of trick question.
"Three years ago, I was here." he responded, getting a little suspicious.
"That's when I defeated the Jinzouningen."
"I see." the lady responded. "If I understand correctly, you previously used
a time machine in order to go back in time. The purpose was to give a friend
of yours a medicine that would heal his very delicate heart condition,
therefore changing the timeline of this world for the best."
Trunks looked at her with wide eyes. How could this woman possibly know
about the 'Hope'? More importantly how could she know about that and not
know about the defeat of the Jinzouningen?
This was getting more fishy by the moment. The existence of the 'Hope' was
known to a number of few selected people, mainly because Bulma wisely
thought that if everybody knew about the time machine, several persons would
intent to get their hands on it, therefore causing some major problems.
Trunks go up from his seat, looking firmly at his guest.
"Who are you really? And who sent you here?" he asked determinedly.
"It's a little complicated." the woman stated, as she got up as well. Her
tone of voice didn't show any sign of weakness. "Answering to your second
question first, I came here by my own free will. I work for no one and
everyone at the same time. As for my true identity..."
The purple hair hybrid saw how the woman pulled some sort of small rod out
of her pocket. Trunks immediately took a defensive stance. If that lady
revealed herself to be an enemy, he'd make sure to take care of her fast.
Setsuna raised her heshin rod.
"PLUTO PLANET POWER, MAKEUP!!"
As soon as those words were spoken, her entire body was consumed in a bright
light which blinded Trunks momentarily. As the light fade out, Setsuna was
revealed wearing her Sailor Senshi outfit.
"I'm Sailor Pluto, guardian of time." she concluded.
Trunks looked shocked. That outfit shook up some old memories inside his
brain. Even though it had been several years since he last saw a girl
dressed in that particular getup, the memory was still there. Although,
quite frankly, he never expected to see that attire ever again.
"Sa... Sailor Senshi..." he whispered, as he got his voice back.
Steps could be heard approaching the room where the two of them were.
"Trunks, what was that noise?" Bulma asked as she made her way into the
living room. She suddenly stopped as she saw Sailor Pluto. "What the... Son,
who is this? And where is miss Meiou?"
"This *is* miss Meiou..." Trunks responded, sounding very doubtful.
End of Chapter 1.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Author's notes:
I bet right now you must be asking yourselves: What??? Trunks is 25??? How
come???
Anyway, here's the explication.
For what I've been told, the time machine known as the 'Hope' takes up to
three years to charge. So here is how the aging process goes.
17 years old Trunks goes to the past to give Goku his medicine. Then he goes
back to his own world. To meet with the Z-senshi once again he must wait 3
years for the battery to charge up again. Therefore Trunks is 20 when
visiting the past for a second time. Then he spends 2 years training in the
room of spirit and time which made him 22 years old. Cell kicks the bucket
and he goes back to his time. First thing he does is destroy the androids.
Three years later, when he's 25, Cell (of that reality) shows up and Trunks
blasts him into dust.
For this fanfic, I did some modifications on that last part. Trunks kills
the Jinzouningen and immediately kills Cells after that. Then he spent three
years doing... I'm not telling ^_^.
Anyway, aside from the fact that now he's 25 and has long hair (enough to
make a decent ponytail this time) that's all you need to know for now. The
rest will be explained along the fanfic.
See you in chapter 2...