TITLE: ....Hopes of the Future
AUTHOR: Echo the Nymph
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the show.
Chapter 2
"Thanks for bringing Trunks home, guys." Bulma sighed softly. "Remember what happened on Namek? Those were the days." They softly chuckled. Yes the remembered. The days of innocence before illness and jinzouningen had depleted their numbers. "Gohan, you're starting to remind me of Goku."
"Yea, well, wearing his old colors is an inspiration for me." His face lit up when he saw the food. He dug right in, causing even more of a flashback for Bulma.
"Man, Gohan. The way you eat, the way you dress, even the way you're like him, so strong and so gentle at the same time. You truly are your father's son." She left the room, so that they could be alone for a little while.
Trunks looked up from his own food. "Gohan, could you train me? I want to help you fight them."
"Now, Trunks, your mother wouldn't approve of it. But, I can see a fire in you that few have had." He fell silent, not really knowing what to do.
Gohan, he could be a big help to us. After all, Jynx is too young to be much help. Anemone declared.
He turned back to the boy. "Yes, I will train you. But, let's not let Bulma in on this. She won't be very pleased." The mischievous twinkle in his eyes was echoed by that of his mate's, indicating that she would also help out with the training.
~*~
"So, this is it?"
"Hai, this is the time machine. But the problem is shielding the pilot from the effects of time travel." Bulma drew in a deep breath. She didn't want to put anyone in danger if time travel proved fatal.
"I know someone who knows those secrets. Her tribe found them out long ago, and recorded them in order to preserve them for those who truly needed them." She fell silent. "Got to go. I'm being paged."
~
Trunks let out a feral cry as his ki enveloped him. Incredible. I had no idea that he had come this far on his own. Anemone landed just as a few golden streaks started to run through it. He fell over, exhausted, his aura vanishing.
A gentle hand came to rest on his shoulder. "Can you get up?"
"Aa." He got to his feet, looking miserable.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. You are a lot better than I was at your age." Gohan declared.
"Maybe you should try this." Anemone declared, showing him one of the more classical ki techniques. He easily pulled it off, showing that he was getting the hang of being a warrior now, and not just an angry kid.
He responded to Gohan's lunge quickly, trying to dodge the blow, and barely succeeding. Trunks threw a punch that almost hit his sensei, and then, she leapt in, nearly kicking the boy's midsection. The warrior-in-training leapt back, firing a ki sphere at her, just on instinct alone.
This she easily diverted. Then, all activity stopped. "Kaasan!" A young voice cried. Jynx dashed out into the area they were in, startling Trunks. She leapt into her mother's arms, sobbing in relief.
"Jynx, I told you to stay at the temple. You were safe there."
"I missed you, Kaasan. I just couldn't stand it anymore." Then, she noticed her father. "Tousan!" she cried in recognition, leaping from Anemone's arms to his. He caught her, purely by instinct.
Anemone, we may have to teach her too. She nodded silently.
"Kaiya wanted me to give something to Bulma."
"Later." Gohan declared firmly. "Right now, we need to get back to our training." They instantly lunged together, all at each other. Suddenly, the position of the sun alerted them to the time. In flashes of blue and white they took off for Capsule Corp.
~
"Trunks! Where have you been?"
He flinched at the sound of his mother's voice. She'd never been this angry with him before. "Relax, Bulma. He was with us." Anemone commented. Bulma turned to them, only to see a young girl that she'd never laid eyes on before. Yet she bore similarities to both of her parents. This was just plain spooky. The girl reached into her pocket and produced a golden flask.
AUTHOR: Echo the Nymph
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the show.
Chapter 2
"Thanks for bringing Trunks home, guys." Bulma sighed softly. "Remember what happened on Namek? Those were the days." They softly chuckled. Yes the remembered. The days of innocence before illness and jinzouningen had depleted their numbers. "Gohan, you're starting to remind me of Goku."
"Yea, well, wearing his old colors is an inspiration for me." His face lit up when he saw the food. He dug right in, causing even more of a flashback for Bulma.
"Man, Gohan. The way you eat, the way you dress, even the way you're like him, so strong and so gentle at the same time. You truly are your father's son." She left the room, so that they could be alone for a little while.
Trunks looked up from his own food. "Gohan, could you train me? I want to help you fight them."
"Now, Trunks, your mother wouldn't approve of it. But, I can see a fire in you that few have had." He fell silent, not really knowing what to do.
Gohan, he could be a big help to us. After all, Jynx is too young to be much help. Anemone declared.
He turned back to the boy. "Yes, I will train you. But, let's not let Bulma in on this. She won't be very pleased." The mischievous twinkle in his eyes was echoed by that of his mate's, indicating that she would also help out with the training.
~*~
"So, this is it?"
"Hai, this is the time machine. But the problem is shielding the pilot from the effects of time travel." Bulma drew in a deep breath. She didn't want to put anyone in danger if time travel proved fatal.
"I know someone who knows those secrets. Her tribe found them out long ago, and recorded them in order to preserve them for those who truly needed them." She fell silent. "Got to go. I'm being paged."
~
Trunks let out a feral cry as his ki enveloped him. Incredible. I had no idea that he had come this far on his own. Anemone landed just as a few golden streaks started to run through it. He fell over, exhausted, his aura vanishing.
A gentle hand came to rest on his shoulder. "Can you get up?"
"Aa." He got to his feet, looking miserable.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. You are a lot better than I was at your age." Gohan declared.
"Maybe you should try this." Anemone declared, showing him one of the more classical ki techniques. He easily pulled it off, showing that he was getting the hang of being a warrior now, and not just an angry kid.
He responded to Gohan's lunge quickly, trying to dodge the blow, and barely succeeding. Trunks threw a punch that almost hit his sensei, and then, she leapt in, nearly kicking the boy's midsection. The warrior-in-training leapt back, firing a ki sphere at her, just on instinct alone.
This she easily diverted. Then, all activity stopped. "Kaasan!" A young voice cried. Jynx dashed out into the area they were in, startling Trunks. She leapt into her mother's arms, sobbing in relief.
"Jynx, I told you to stay at the temple. You were safe there."
"I missed you, Kaasan. I just couldn't stand it anymore." Then, she noticed her father. "Tousan!" she cried in recognition, leaping from Anemone's arms to his. He caught her, purely by instinct.
Anemone, we may have to teach her too. She nodded silently.
"Kaiya wanted me to give something to Bulma."
"Later." Gohan declared firmly. "Right now, we need to get back to our training." They instantly lunged together, all at each other. Suddenly, the position of the sun alerted them to the time. In flashes of blue and white they took off for Capsule Corp.
~
"Trunks! Where have you been?"
He flinched at the sound of his mother's voice. She'd never been this angry with him before. "Relax, Bulma. He was with us." Anemone commented. Bulma turned to them, only to see a young girl that she'd never laid eyes on before. Yet she bore similarities to both of her parents. This was just plain spooky. The girl reached into her pocket and produced a golden flask.