Worlds Apart Part Seven (Chapters 13 and 14)
A Vegeta- Mirai no Trunks Story
By SS4Vegito
DISCLAIMER:
I don't own DBZ or any of the characters except for those I created.
Same usual warnings and disclaimer applies as to the other parts of this fic.
Don't sue me all you'll get is an over-loaded notebook, a denim planning book with addresses and stuff, and my sick and twisted mind.
Okay here we go this is WORLDS APART part Seven!!!
Worlds Apart
Chapter Thirteen
In the lush garden beyond Capsule Corp., a tired boy walked through the peaceful flowers and trees, collecting his thoughts. He had finally achieved the Massatsu Bouru technique that Atira had been teaching him, but he was now exausted.
Suddenly, he felt that he was not alone. Turning quickly, he instantly recognized the old man who now stood before him.
"Otoshiyori." The boy said, his expression grim.
"Mirai Trunks." The old man greeted seriously, no hints to what he had come for were betrayed by his voice.
"What do you want?" Trunks asked, the hand that remained in his pocket curling into a fist.
Otoshiyori walked closer to the time-traveler, as though he was about to tell him something very secret that noone else could hear.
Trunks stepped back a step, not wanting to be very close to the strange old man.
"To begin with," The man began, "You already know that this world is in danger." Trunks nodded and Otoshiyori continued, "But I do not believe that you realize how much danger."
"Of course I do!" Trunks cried, his patience leaving him, "That monster destroyed everything I loved and cared for and everything I had! I had to give it all up! Everyone I loved was destroyed! Everything I had worked so hard to do and bring back since the androids was annihalated! And you say I don't know how much danger this world is in?!"
Otoshiyori sighed.
"I think you believe you know," Otoshiyori said, "But I don't know if you really know the full scale of this. I'll warn you right now that unless you can find your own hidden power, and stop letting your pride control you, that you will die. To find your hidden powers, you must look inside yourself. And in order to do that, you musn't let pride control you any longer. Already I fear my warning has come too late.."
"I don't know what you're talking about! What hidden powers?" Trunks asked, shaking his head slightly, causing his medium-length lavender hair to veil his face, then putting up a hand and wiping the hair out of his eyes.
Otoshiyori watched the boy in fasination, that anyone would be so motivated by this hatred to defy fate itself and help the people of this time.
"Your hidden powers. The powers that were left you by the generations of Saiyajin warriors in your blood-line. In order to defeat Ja-Aku, you must bring these powers out and use them to destroy the evil being." Otoshiyori explained. Trunks briefly wondered if his father knew what the old man was talking about.
As if sensing his very thoughts, the old man spoke again.
"Don't try asking your father. He knows nothing of your powers. He does not know it.. He does not even suspect it." Otoshiyori said, his voice low and foreboding, "I will see you again, if you survive."
And with that, the old man dissappeared.
"Damn it old man, why do you do this to me?!" Trunks cried, his voice carried quite a distance by the warm late-summer wind.
The boy looked around and yet he saw that there was no trace of the old man anywhere but his memory.
In another part of the world, in a room that looked much like a library, Otoshiyori mused quietly on the boy's future.
He picked up a book and looked into it. It was a book of Saiyajin lore from ancient times. It had a bookmark in it somewhere around the middle, in a section with the words "Legendary Saiyajin" as the heading to it.
He wondered briefly if the demi-Saiyajin could destroy Ja-Aku, if he really, as Otoshiyori himself suspected, had the potential to be the greatest of all of the fighters.
And he quietly prayed for the safety of the powerful demi-Saiyajin.
Worlds Apart
Chapter Fourteen
"We've got to find the Dragon Balls." Bulma announced in the auditorium, where all of the fighters, with the exception of Mirai Trunks, whom noone could find, were gathered, "If anyone dies, we need to be able to wish them back. Any volunteers?"
Six hands shot up.
Bulma looked. Chibi-Trunks, Lady Fire, Goku, Gohan, Vegeta, and Atira had volunteered for the job.
"Okay, good." Bulma said, "I think I can get Mirai Trunks to handle that seventh ball."
Later, each of the seven (because Bulma had found and convinced Mirai Trunks to help) volunteers were given the coordinates or the Dragon Balls they were to find.
Goku would go for the one-star ball, Chibi-Trunks for the two-star ball, Vegeta for the three-star ball, Gohan for the fourth ball, Atira for the five-star ball, Lady Fire for the six-star ball, and Mirai Trunks for the seven-star ball.
Soon, everyone found themselves searching for the Dragon Balls.
In one corner of the world, high up in Antarctica, Goku complained of the cold temperatures as he searched for the one-star ball.
Deep in the jungles of Brazil, Chibi-Trunks skirted dangerous wildlife in his search for the two-star ball.
Finding himself in the deserts of Saudi Arabia, Vegeta found himself very thirsty, as he continued his search for the three-star ball.
On the rocky crags of South Africa, Gohan tried not to fall into the churning ocean waves as he searched for the four-star ball.
In the huge plains of Yellowstone National Park in North America, Atira found herself trying to out-fox the hungry foxes as she continues her trek for the five-star ball.
Near an active volcano in the United States' state of Hawaii, Lady Fire ignored the searing heat of the air and ground as she searched for the six-star ball.
And in snow-covered Western Russia, Mirai Trunks found it hard to believe that it was summer in Japan as he looked for the seven-star ball.
Everyone had been found in a dangerous, if not deadly, situation, in danger of everything from freezing to death to being eaten by wild animals.
In Antarctica, Son Goku climbed a snow-covered hill and accidentaly tripped on something.
Muttering to himself about how stupid he had been to fall like that, and also managing to get snow-covered, he looked back to see what he had tripped on. He gasped when he saw it: The one-star Dragon Ball. He picked it up in mittened hands, looking at it with wonder and hoping he could get back to Japan and summertime soon.
In Brazil, Chibi-Trunks climbed a tree to get a better look at his surroundings.
Thinking the expedition something like a training exercise, he used none of his powers to fly up to look, enjoying the climb anyway.
He looked around at the top, and saw only the tops of so many thousands of trees stretching out into the horizon.
Climbing down, a bit disheartened, he gasped as some animal or other ran past him. He ran after it, thinking to find out what it was, but stopped short when he saw a glimmer of light.
He looked closer and opened his mouth in wonder, although no sound came out.
The two-star Dragon Ball sat in the nest of some bird.
Grabbing it, he prepared to go home.
Meanwhile, in the sweltering heat of the deserts of Saudi Arabia, Vegeta
walked in the sand, not tiring, but going slow so that he didn't miss anything.
He happened upon a traveling salesman, and only then did he see the Dragon Ball. The three-star ball sat on a rack in the salesman's cart.
"Excuse me, did you see something you like?" The Arabian trader asked him.
"That." Vegeta said, pointing to the Dragon Ball.
"That is very rare. That will be 200 ruppees." The trader told him.
"In American dollars?" Vegeta asked.
"100 American dollars." The Arabian said, smiling.
Vegeta thought for a moment, nodded, and took out his money.
"I'll take it." He said, handing over the money and grabbing the Dragon Ball.
"Thank you, sir." The Arabian merchant said calmly, turning to leave.
Vegeta put out his hand and blew up the cart and all of the valuables before the merchant could reach it.
"No.. Thank you." Vegeta said sarcastically, gearing up for the flight home.
In South Africa, on the craggy rock cliffs over-looking the ocean, fourteen-year-old Gohan balanced himself precariously on the cliff, looking for the Dragon Ball.
Suddenly he felt a strong wind blow at him, knocking him over the cliff and in the heavy waves of the ocean.
The waves slammed the boy against the walls of the rock cliffs, even as he tried to swim away from them.
Suddenly he saw a gleaming orange light from somewhere below him and started swimming downwards.
He reached a cup-shaped rock, and imbedded in it was the four-star Dragon Ball.
Gohan caught himself before sighing with relief. He was under-water, with little air, and swimming from the waves was rapidly depleting his energy.
Pulling at the Dragon Ball, he found that it was definately not going to be easy to get out of the grasping rock claws that held it.
Yanking hard, he saw the rocks crack a little.
He yanked it again, and the rocks gave way, causing him to catapult backwards, and back into the rocks.
Powering up again, he flew out of the water and headed for home.
In the U.S.A's Yellowstone National Park, Atira stood, panting, hoping the fox she had just out-run didn't want to try again.
She sighed, breathing deeply, taking in the pine-scent of the giant trees around her, and wondering why something tangy interrupted her ecstacy.
She looked at the ground and noticed a sprig of cinnamon growing on the ground, noting it to be the source of the sharp scent she had noticed.
It kind of reminded her of her good friend, Mirai no Trunks, who had come in as an equal to them despite his differences and where he came from. How he had sprouted as an individual and yet a part of the team, even though his home was not in this world.
Sighing, she thought to herself of a quote she had read: "Every Living Thing Is Precious Somehow", and it kind of made her think.
She smiled, resigning herself to her task.
She spotted, suddenly, a small rock in which was a hole. It was hollow. Inside the hole she could see a single red star.
The Dragon Ball.
She put her fist up to bring it down and smash the stone, but a chattering squirrel got in the way. Apparently the rock was it's treasure. She reached over the squirrel and took the rock, ignoring it's scratches and bites. She then promtly smashed the rock with a fist and grinned as she saw the five-star Dragon Ball emerge from it.
She took off then, fully ready to go home.
In the state of Hawaii, Lady Fire tugged up the molten rocks near an active volcano.
She knew it would errupt soon and that she'd better hurry, but she had no idea where to look for the Dragon Ball.
She looked up at the volcano, trying to guage how soon it would be until it errupted. She suddenly saw something shine near the top of the volcano that caught her eye.
It shined a magnificent red-orange color, so bright she almost thought it a tongue of fire or early lava.
Then she flew up to get a closer look, and saw that it was the six-star ball.
Grabbing it, she flew away just as the volcano began to errupt.
Meanwhile, somewhere near Moscow, Russia, Mirai Trunks took up his own search for the Dragon Ball.
Sighing, he knew it might take hours to find it.
Something came to him, words his friend Atira had spoken to him long ago: "Everything Is Connected To Everything Else".
He grinned, the sound of his friends' voice in his mind giving him new hope.
Before long, he happened upon a small snow-ball.
Picking it up and preparing to throw it into a boulder he saw, his thumb smudged into the snow, hitting something hard.
Looking, he saw that it was the seven-star Dragon Ball.
He stashed it in his pocket as he heard someone approaching.
"American. What are you doing here? Are you a spy?" A Russian military officer asked, approaching him. Not wanting to cause trouble, Mirai Trunks shook his head.
"No.. Not at all. I'm not American anyway. I'm Japanese." Trunks answered truthfully.
"You don't look it, spy." The officer said, pulling out a machine gun.
Trunks wasn't afraid of bullets; unless they hit him in the heart, the head, or the neck, they couldn't harm him, but they hurt a lot.
Trunks floated three or four feet into the air, causing the Russian soldier to hesitate, giving the boy enough time to fly away home, to safety.
Gathered back at Capsule Corp., Bulma looked at the seven lined up Dragon Balls, and the people who got them.
Goku was sitting in a sun-beam, trying to get warm again, Gohan was using a towel to dry off, Vegeta had a very tall glass of water, Chibi-Trunks was relaxing from his climb, Atira was singing softly, Lady Fire was sitting in front of a fan to cool off, and Mirai Trunks was humming softly, leaning against the wall.
"Arigato!" Bulma cried, "Now we've got all of the Dragon Balls!"
=END=
Konnichiwa minna-san! Bulma here! Next time on DRAGON BALL Z WORLDS APART, it's time to enter the final stage of training for the fight against Ja-Aku! Mirai Trunks talks to Otoshiyori, who advises him on a way to train that might bring out his hidden powers. But, what hidden powers are those? Mirai-Trunks-kun, you're keeping secrets from us! And Mirai Trunks finds out who Otoshiyori is! Also, Vegeta and Goku spar together, training to find each other's weaknesses and strengthen them. Plus, Mirai Trunks has a secret to show us! See you!
SAYANORA MINNA-SAN!!!!!
A Vegeta- Mirai no Trunks Story
By SS4Vegito
DISCLAIMER:
I don't own DBZ or any of the characters except for those I created.
Same usual warnings and disclaimer applies as to the other parts of this fic.
Don't sue me all you'll get is an over-loaded notebook, a denim planning book with addresses and stuff, and my sick and twisted mind.
Okay here we go this is WORLDS APART part Seven!!!
Worlds Apart
Chapter Thirteen
In the lush garden beyond Capsule Corp., a tired boy walked through the peaceful flowers and trees, collecting his thoughts. He had finally achieved the Massatsu Bouru technique that Atira had been teaching him, but he was now exausted.
Suddenly, he felt that he was not alone. Turning quickly, he instantly recognized the old man who now stood before him.
"Otoshiyori." The boy said, his expression grim.
"Mirai Trunks." The old man greeted seriously, no hints to what he had come for were betrayed by his voice.
"What do you want?" Trunks asked, the hand that remained in his pocket curling into a fist.
Otoshiyori walked closer to the time-traveler, as though he was about to tell him something very secret that noone else could hear.
Trunks stepped back a step, not wanting to be very close to the strange old man.
"To begin with," The man began, "You already know that this world is in danger." Trunks nodded and Otoshiyori continued, "But I do not believe that you realize how much danger."
"Of course I do!" Trunks cried, his patience leaving him, "That monster destroyed everything I loved and cared for and everything I had! I had to give it all up! Everyone I loved was destroyed! Everything I had worked so hard to do and bring back since the androids was annihalated! And you say I don't know how much danger this world is in?!"
Otoshiyori sighed.
"I think you believe you know," Otoshiyori said, "But I don't know if you really know the full scale of this. I'll warn you right now that unless you can find your own hidden power, and stop letting your pride control you, that you will die. To find your hidden powers, you must look inside yourself. And in order to do that, you musn't let pride control you any longer. Already I fear my warning has come too late.."
"I don't know what you're talking about! What hidden powers?" Trunks asked, shaking his head slightly, causing his medium-length lavender hair to veil his face, then putting up a hand and wiping the hair out of his eyes.
Otoshiyori watched the boy in fasination, that anyone would be so motivated by this hatred to defy fate itself and help the people of this time.
"Your hidden powers. The powers that were left you by the generations of Saiyajin warriors in your blood-line. In order to defeat Ja-Aku, you must bring these powers out and use them to destroy the evil being." Otoshiyori explained. Trunks briefly wondered if his father knew what the old man was talking about.
As if sensing his very thoughts, the old man spoke again.
"Don't try asking your father. He knows nothing of your powers. He does not know it.. He does not even suspect it." Otoshiyori said, his voice low and foreboding, "I will see you again, if you survive."
And with that, the old man dissappeared.
"Damn it old man, why do you do this to me?!" Trunks cried, his voice carried quite a distance by the warm late-summer wind.
The boy looked around and yet he saw that there was no trace of the old man anywhere but his memory.
In another part of the world, in a room that looked much like a library, Otoshiyori mused quietly on the boy's future.
He picked up a book and looked into it. It was a book of Saiyajin lore from ancient times. It had a bookmark in it somewhere around the middle, in a section with the words "Legendary Saiyajin" as the heading to it.
He wondered briefly if the demi-Saiyajin could destroy Ja-Aku, if he really, as Otoshiyori himself suspected, had the potential to be the greatest of all of the fighters.
And he quietly prayed for the safety of the powerful demi-Saiyajin.
Worlds Apart
Chapter Fourteen
"We've got to find the Dragon Balls." Bulma announced in the auditorium, where all of the fighters, with the exception of Mirai Trunks, whom noone could find, were gathered, "If anyone dies, we need to be able to wish them back. Any volunteers?"
Six hands shot up.
Bulma looked. Chibi-Trunks, Lady Fire, Goku, Gohan, Vegeta, and Atira had volunteered for the job.
"Okay, good." Bulma said, "I think I can get Mirai Trunks to handle that seventh ball."
Later, each of the seven (because Bulma had found and convinced Mirai Trunks to help) volunteers were given the coordinates or the Dragon Balls they were to find.
Goku would go for the one-star ball, Chibi-Trunks for the two-star ball, Vegeta for the three-star ball, Gohan for the fourth ball, Atira for the five-star ball, Lady Fire for the six-star ball, and Mirai Trunks for the seven-star ball.
Soon, everyone found themselves searching for the Dragon Balls.
In one corner of the world, high up in Antarctica, Goku complained of the cold temperatures as he searched for the one-star ball.
Deep in the jungles of Brazil, Chibi-Trunks skirted dangerous wildlife in his search for the two-star ball.
Finding himself in the deserts of Saudi Arabia, Vegeta found himself very thirsty, as he continued his search for the three-star ball.
On the rocky crags of South Africa, Gohan tried not to fall into the churning ocean waves as he searched for the four-star ball.
In the huge plains of Yellowstone National Park in North America, Atira found herself trying to out-fox the hungry foxes as she continues her trek for the five-star ball.
Near an active volcano in the United States' state of Hawaii, Lady Fire ignored the searing heat of the air and ground as she searched for the six-star ball.
And in snow-covered Western Russia, Mirai Trunks found it hard to believe that it was summer in Japan as he looked for the seven-star ball.
Everyone had been found in a dangerous, if not deadly, situation, in danger of everything from freezing to death to being eaten by wild animals.
In Antarctica, Son Goku climbed a snow-covered hill and accidentaly tripped on something.
Muttering to himself about how stupid he had been to fall like that, and also managing to get snow-covered, he looked back to see what he had tripped on. He gasped when he saw it: The one-star Dragon Ball. He picked it up in mittened hands, looking at it with wonder and hoping he could get back to Japan and summertime soon.
In Brazil, Chibi-Trunks climbed a tree to get a better look at his surroundings.
Thinking the expedition something like a training exercise, he used none of his powers to fly up to look, enjoying the climb anyway.
He looked around at the top, and saw only the tops of so many thousands of trees stretching out into the horizon.
Climbing down, a bit disheartened, he gasped as some animal or other ran past him. He ran after it, thinking to find out what it was, but stopped short when he saw a glimmer of light.
He looked closer and opened his mouth in wonder, although no sound came out.
The two-star Dragon Ball sat in the nest of some bird.
Grabbing it, he prepared to go home.
Meanwhile, in the sweltering heat of the deserts of Saudi Arabia, Vegeta
walked in the sand, not tiring, but going slow so that he didn't miss anything.
He happened upon a traveling salesman, and only then did he see the Dragon Ball. The three-star ball sat on a rack in the salesman's cart.
"Excuse me, did you see something you like?" The Arabian trader asked him.
"That." Vegeta said, pointing to the Dragon Ball.
"That is very rare. That will be 200 ruppees." The trader told him.
"In American dollars?" Vegeta asked.
"100 American dollars." The Arabian said, smiling.
Vegeta thought for a moment, nodded, and took out his money.
"I'll take it." He said, handing over the money and grabbing the Dragon Ball.
"Thank you, sir." The Arabian merchant said calmly, turning to leave.
Vegeta put out his hand and blew up the cart and all of the valuables before the merchant could reach it.
"No.. Thank you." Vegeta said sarcastically, gearing up for the flight home.
In South Africa, on the craggy rock cliffs over-looking the ocean, fourteen-year-old Gohan balanced himself precariously on the cliff, looking for the Dragon Ball.
Suddenly he felt a strong wind blow at him, knocking him over the cliff and in the heavy waves of the ocean.
The waves slammed the boy against the walls of the rock cliffs, even as he tried to swim away from them.
Suddenly he saw a gleaming orange light from somewhere below him and started swimming downwards.
He reached a cup-shaped rock, and imbedded in it was the four-star Dragon Ball.
Gohan caught himself before sighing with relief. He was under-water, with little air, and swimming from the waves was rapidly depleting his energy.
Pulling at the Dragon Ball, he found that it was definately not going to be easy to get out of the grasping rock claws that held it.
Yanking hard, he saw the rocks crack a little.
He yanked it again, and the rocks gave way, causing him to catapult backwards, and back into the rocks.
Powering up again, he flew out of the water and headed for home.
In the U.S.A's Yellowstone National Park, Atira stood, panting, hoping the fox she had just out-run didn't want to try again.
She sighed, breathing deeply, taking in the pine-scent of the giant trees around her, and wondering why something tangy interrupted her ecstacy.
She looked at the ground and noticed a sprig of cinnamon growing on the ground, noting it to be the source of the sharp scent she had noticed.
It kind of reminded her of her good friend, Mirai no Trunks, who had come in as an equal to them despite his differences and where he came from. How he had sprouted as an individual and yet a part of the team, even though his home was not in this world.
Sighing, she thought to herself of a quote she had read: "Every Living Thing Is Precious Somehow", and it kind of made her think.
She smiled, resigning herself to her task.
She spotted, suddenly, a small rock in which was a hole. It was hollow. Inside the hole she could see a single red star.
The Dragon Ball.
She put her fist up to bring it down and smash the stone, but a chattering squirrel got in the way. Apparently the rock was it's treasure. She reached over the squirrel and took the rock, ignoring it's scratches and bites. She then promtly smashed the rock with a fist and grinned as she saw the five-star Dragon Ball emerge from it.
She took off then, fully ready to go home.
In the state of Hawaii, Lady Fire tugged up the molten rocks near an active volcano.
She knew it would errupt soon and that she'd better hurry, but she had no idea where to look for the Dragon Ball.
She looked up at the volcano, trying to guage how soon it would be until it errupted. She suddenly saw something shine near the top of the volcano that caught her eye.
It shined a magnificent red-orange color, so bright she almost thought it a tongue of fire or early lava.
Then she flew up to get a closer look, and saw that it was the six-star ball.
Grabbing it, she flew away just as the volcano began to errupt.
Meanwhile, somewhere near Moscow, Russia, Mirai Trunks took up his own search for the Dragon Ball.
Sighing, he knew it might take hours to find it.
Something came to him, words his friend Atira had spoken to him long ago: "Everything Is Connected To Everything Else".
He grinned, the sound of his friends' voice in his mind giving him new hope.
Before long, he happened upon a small snow-ball.
Picking it up and preparing to throw it into a boulder he saw, his thumb smudged into the snow, hitting something hard.
Looking, he saw that it was the seven-star Dragon Ball.
He stashed it in his pocket as he heard someone approaching.
"American. What are you doing here? Are you a spy?" A Russian military officer asked, approaching him. Not wanting to cause trouble, Mirai Trunks shook his head.
"No.. Not at all. I'm not American anyway. I'm Japanese." Trunks answered truthfully.
"You don't look it, spy." The officer said, pulling out a machine gun.
Trunks wasn't afraid of bullets; unless they hit him in the heart, the head, or the neck, they couldn't harm him, but they hurt a lot.
Trunks floated three or four feet into the air, causing the Russian soldier to hesitate, giving the boy enough time to fly away home, to safety.
Gathered back at Capsule Corp., Bulma looked at the seven lined up Dragon Balls, and the people who got them.
Goku was sitting in a sun-beam, trying to get warm again, Gohan was using a towel to dry off, Vegeta had a very tall glass of water, Chibi-Trunks was relaxing from his climb, Atira was singing softly, Lady Fire was sitting in front of a fan to cool off, and Mirai Trunks was humming softly, leaning against the wall.
"Arigato!" Bulma cried, "Now we've got all of the Dragon Balls!"
=END=
Konnichiwa minna-san! Bulma here! Next time on DRAGON BALL Z WORLDS APART, it's time to enter the final stage of training for the fight against Ja-Aku! Mirai Trunks talks to Otoshiyori, who advises him on a way to train that might bring out his hidden powers. But, what hidden powers are those? Mirai-Trunks-kun, you're keeping secrets from us! And Mirai Trunks finds out who Otoshiyori is! Also, Vegeta and Goku spar together, training to find each other's weaknesses and strengthen them. Plus, Mirai Trunks has a secret to show us! See you!
SAYANORA MINNA-SAN!!!!!
