Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z, if I did, Trunks would be mine...
A/N: Sorry the prologue was so short, my mom was screeching at me to get off the computer, so I was cut short, here is Chapter 1... I'm changing genres, because I wasn't and still am not sure about what this fic will be like to tell you the truth... All I know is it will be about future Trunks dealing with his problems in the future BEFORE he goes to save the past... Parts of it will be very sad, and I plan to throw some romance and lots of action in if possible... I've seen "The History of Trunks" and "Prelude to Terror" countless times, so this will probably be pretty good... So bear with me, be patient (3 other fics in the works on ff.net and tons brewing...) as I get this fic off the ground... Please review! ^_^
All I Ever Wanted
Chapter 1: Painful Recollections
Sweat dripped down Trunks forehead as he tossed and turned in his sleep that night. Dead bodies lying in the streets, fire consuming everything, screams of innocent victims as death overtook them, children crying for their parents who had left them behind, deep in the inferno the calls of the dead cried out haunting melodies of remorse. He heard the androids' cold, cruel laughter, echoing throughout his dreams. There was nothing he could do to stop it, that was what hurt the most.
The androids had killed his father, the androids had killed all his mother's friends, the androids were just killers in general. They didn't care if their victims had family, or friends who cared deeply about them... They were just bugs, waiting to be crushed, to them. Trunks had spent his whole life in fear of the androids. Never in his existence had he known a time without fear or its shadow looming over him. His mother had told him stories about what life was like before the androids, but it was so hard to picture. A world where everything was peaceful and people could go about their business happily with no fear of being attacked? A world where you didn't have to worry about laughing too loud so you wouldn't attract the androids? Trunks thought he'd like that kind of world, but he would never have it, he'd never experience plain, complete joy and happiness. It just wasn't meant to be. He and his friends and family, were doomed to this awful fate...
Trunks woke up panting, gasping for air. He walked down the hallway to his mom's room. He opened the door and saw his mom snoring peacefully, gadgets and projects she was working on strewn about the room. He smiled, his mother was like a little kid at times, she had always put on a happy face around him, although he knew it was just a mask. She was always going on about the fact that they would save their world with her science and research. She believed that this reign of terror would someday come to an end. But then again, his mother always had tried to look on the bright side of things, that was something he credited her for. He remembered when his grandparents had died when the androids had shot down their cruiser when he was about five. They had died on impact. Tears welled up in his mother's eyes when they heard the news and she had cried, the first time Trunks had seen her cry, but it was not to be the last. He knew she had cried when his father died, but he was too little at the time to remember him much. Gohan told him about his father and once in a while, he forced information out of his mother, but she didn't like to talk about him.
"Vegeta..." Bulma muttered in her sleep.
"I love you..."
Trunks opened his eyes wide in surprise as he heard this declaration of love to his long dead father. From what he knew, his father was very arrogant and proud, and always had to have his own way. He never told his mom that he cared about her or their son, he acted like they didn't exist, always training, always trying to be the best. He had been prince of a planet and was of a different race than his mother. A Saiyan. His mother had always told him stories about her experiences with his father and Goku and of course Gohan before he had even existed. They were exciting, always filled with his father and his "friends" although he knew his father had never considered them that always triumphing over the many villains they faced. But one time, they hadn't won, and it had cost them their lives...
His mother spent most of her day in her lab that she had restored in the Capsule Corp. headquarters that had been partially destroyed from the constant blasting going on around it. They were fine moneywise... After all, his grandfather had been the greatest inventor of his time and had made quite a large amount of money from his creations that was passed down to Bulma when he and Trunks's grandmother died.
Trunks didn't have many friends his own age, he couldn't go to school, it was too dangerous with the constant demolishing and blasting going non-stop. Everyone cowered in their homes, afraid to come out, afraid of death that was sure to follow if they emerged. He knew Gohan of course, Bulma had been friends with his dad since they were little and Gohan was always dropping by. Miss ChiChi, Gohan's mother, also visited often, recollecting those days of bliss before her husband had died from a heart virus that just couldn't be cured. She had nothing else to do with her time, so she spent most of her week volunteering at the refugee shelter as a nurse, so that others wouldn't meet the same fate as her Goku. Gohan told him how fiery his mother had been before, insistent about him studying to be a great scholar, but that had melted when Goku died... All she wanted was for Gohan to do what he wanted and to be happy, although she still worried about him constantly... Master Roshi came once or twice a year, everyone feared for his safety, so he stayed around Kame House most of the time, trying not to get involved in all the growing conflict. Trunks had never really gotten to make friends on his own, just his mother's acquaintances that wanted to know him because he was his mother and father's son.
Trunks often found Bulma sobbing over her work. Crystal tears dripping onto her files, for she couldn't hold it in any longer. She cried for her parents, she cried for her lifelong friends, but mostly, she cried for his dad...
"Sleep now mother... Enjoy these few moments of peace in the eye of the storm... We both know they won't last long..." He smiled a weak smile and went down to the kitchen to get himself something to eat to calm his nerves, leaving his mother to her Vegeta fantasies.
He walked down the staircase, each stair creaking after each step. He winced; he'd have to tell mother that these needed repair unless she wanted them to collapse under them. He breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the bottom without them breaking into millions of pieces and made his way towards the kitchen. He looked at the pictures on the wall. They were all of him and his mother, and a few friends. Not to mention a picture of his dad. He studied it carefully, trying to take in what his father must have been like without people's opinions. He looked like the sort of man who would want to be the leader, take charge. Someone who would say, 'It's my way, or the highway!' That sort of thing. He wondered if love was an emotion he had ever experienced, was it a feeling a cold man like him could feel. But he knew, that sometime, even if it was only for the shortest moment, he had loved... In the picture, he was smirking, with a proud look on his face, in his Saiyan uniform. He didn't seem to know that a picture was being taken of him, 'He probably didn't or he would have blown up the camera...' Trunks thought to himself.
He looked at the pictures more, him and his mom playing in the sprinkler. His grandpa carrying him on his shoulders as Trunks smiled an innocent smile that no one could take away from him at that age. His grandmother with him sitting on her lap, smiling a clueless smile as he tried to squirm away from her crushing hold. He saw one he had never noticed before; his mother must have just put that one up. It was one of his father, holding him as a baby, with a disgruntled look on his face as Bulma scolded him. Trunks tried not to laugh. That was just how he'd pictured his father, not the "fatherly" type. He smiled; he'd have to ask for a copy of this picture from his mom. He then remembered what he had come down here in the first place for, poured a glass of milk from the fridge, and headed back up the creaking stairs. He drank the milk and collapsed on his bed, trying to relieve himself of today's suffering. He fell asleep to hopefully more peaceful dreams, a single tear illuminated on his cheek in the moonlight seeping through the window.
To be Continued
A/N: Was that any good? Please review, haven't added the action/adventure yet or that much romance, sorry, I'm still establishing things. And I don't know what Mr. and Mrs. Brief's fate in the future, so I have no idea what happened to them, I just made this up. Please don't flame me, this is my first DBZ fic that isn't humor. Hope you like it, please review... Arigatou and Sionara! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~
A/N: Sorry the prologue was so short, my mom was screeching at me to get off the computer, so I was cut short, here is Chapter 1... I'm changing genres, because I wasn't and still am not sure about what this fic will be like to tell you the truth... All I know is it will be about future Trunks dealing with his problems in the future BEFORE he goes to save the past... Parts of it will be very sad, and I plan to throw some romance and lots of action in if possible... I've seen "The History of Trunks" and "Prelude to Terror" countless times, so this will probably be pretty good... So bear with me, be patient (3 other fics in the works on ff.net and tons brewing...) as I get this fic off the ground... Please review! ^_^
All I Ever Wanted
Chapter 1: Painful Recollections
Sweat dripped down Trunks forehead as he tossed and turned in his sleep that night. Dead bodies lying in the streets, fire consuming everything, screams of innocent victims as death overtook them, children crying for their parents who had left them behind, deep in the inferno the calls of the dead cried out haunting melodies of remorse. He heard the androids' cold, cruel laughter, echoing throughout his dreams. There was nothing he could do to stop it, that was what hurt the most.
The androids had killed his father, the androids had killed all his mother's friends, the androids were just killers in general. They didn't care if their victims had family, or friends who cared deeply about them... They were just bugs, waiting to be crushed, to them. Trunks had spent his whole life in fear of the androids. Never in his existence had he known a time without fear or its shadow looming over him. His mother had told him stories about what life was like before the androids, but it was so hard to picture. A world where everything was peaceful and people could go about their business happily with no fear of being attacked? A world where you didn't have to worry about laughing too loud so you wouldn't attract the androids? Trunks thought he'd like that kind of world, but he would never have it, he'd never experience plain, complete joy and happiness. It just wasn't meant to be. He and his friends and family, were doomed to this awful fate...
Trunks woke up panting, gasping for air. He walked down the hallway to his mom's room. He opened the door and saw his mom snoring peacefully, gadgets and projects she was working on strewn about the room. He smiled, his mother was like a little kid at times, she had always put on a happy face around him, although he knew it was just a mask. She was always going on about the fact that they would save their world with her science and research. She believed that this reign of terror would someday come to an end. But then again, his mother always had tried to look on the bright side of things, that was something he credited her for. He remembered when his grandparents had died when the androids had shot down their cruiser when he was about five. They had died on impact. Tears welled up in his mother's eyes when they heard the news and she had cried, the first time Trunks had seen her cry, but it was not to be the last. He knew she had cried when his father died, but he was too little at the time to remember him much. Gohan told him about his father and once in a while, he forced information out of his mother, but she didn't like to talk about him.
"Vegeta..." Bulma muttered in her sleep.
"I love you..."
Trunks opened his eyes wide in surprise as he heard this declaration of love to his long dead father. From what he knew, his father was very arrogant and proud, and always had to have his own way. He never told his mom that he cared about her or their son, he acted like they didn't exist, always training, always trying to be the best. He had been prince of a planet and was of a different race than his mother. A Saiyan. His mother had always told him stories about her experiences with his father and Goku and of course Gohan before he had even existed. They were exciting, always filled with his father and his "friends" although he knew his father had never considered them that always triumphing over the many villains they faced. But one time, they hadn't won, and it had cost them their lives...
His mother spent most of her day in her lab that she had restored in the Capsule Corp. headquarters that had been partially destroyed from the constant blasting going on around it. They were fine moneywise... After all, his grandfather had been the greatest inventor of his time and had made quite a large amount of money from his creations that was passed down to Bulma when he and Trunks's grandmother died.
Trunks didn't have many friends his own age, he couldn't go to school, it was too dangerous with the constant demolishing and blasting going non-stop. Everyone cowered in their homes, afraid to come out, afraid of death that was sure to follow if they emerged. He knew Gohan of course, Bulma had been friends with his dad since they were little and Gohan was always dropping by. Miss ChiChi, Gohan's mother, also visited often, recollecting those days of bliss before her husband had died from a heart virus that just couldn't be cured. She had nothing else to do with her time, so she spent most of her week volunteering at the refugee shelter as a nurse, so that others wouldn't meet the same fate as her Goku. Gohan told him how fiery his mother had been before, insistent about him studying to be a great scholar, but that had melted when Goku died... All she wanted was for Gohan to do what he wanted and to be happy, although she still worried about him constantly... Master Roshi came once or twice a year, everyone feared for his safety, so he stayed around Kame House most of the time, trying not to get involved in all the growing conflict. Trunks had never really gotten to make friends on his own, just his mother's acquaintances that wanted to know him because he was his mother and father's son.
Trunks often found Bulma sobbing over her work. Crystal tears dripping onto her files, for she couldn't hold it in any longer. She cried for her parents, she cried for her lifelong friends, but mostly, she cried for his dad...
"Sleep now mother... Enjoy these few moments of peace in the eye of the storm... We both know they won't last long..." He smiled a weak smile and went down to the kitchen to get himself something to eat to calm his nerves, leaving his mother to her Vegeta fantasies.
He walked down the staircase, each stair creaking after each step. He winced; he'd have to tell mother that these needed repair unless she wanted them to collapse under them. He breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the bottom without them breaking into millions of pieces and made his way towards the kitchen. He looked at the pictures on the wall. They were all of him and his mother, and a few friends. Not to mention a picture of his dad. He studied it carefully, trying to take in what his father must have been like without people's opinions. He looked like the sort of man who would want to be the leader, take charge. Someone who would say, 'It's my way, or the highway!' That sort of thing. He wondered if love was an emotion he had ever experienced, was it a feeling a cold man like him could feel. But he knew, that sometime, even if it was only for the shortest moment, he had loved... In the picture, he was smirking, with a proud look on his face, in his Saiyan uniform. He didn't seem to know that a picture was being taken of him, 'He probably didn't or he would have blown up the camera...' Trunks thought to himself.
He looked at the pictures more, him and his mom playing in the sprinkler. His grandpa carrying him on his shoulders as Trunks smiled an innocent smile that no one could take away from him at that age. His grandmother with him sitting on her lap, smiling a clueless smile as he tried to squirm away from her crushing hold. He saw one he had never noticed before; his mother must have just put that one up. It was one of his father, holding him as a baby, with a disgruntled look on his face as Bulma scolded him. Trunks tried not to laugh. That was just how he'd pictured his father, not the "fatherly" type. He smiled; he'd have to ask for a copy of this picture from his mom. He then remembered what he had come down here in the first place for, poured a glass of milk from the fridge, and headed back up the creaking stairs. He drank the milk and collapsed on his bed, trying to relieve himself of today's suffering. He fell asleep to hopefully more peaceful dreams, a single tear illuminated on his cheek in the moonlight seeping through the window.
To be Continued
A/N: Was that any good? Please review, haven't added the action/adventure yet or that much romance, sorry, I'm still establishing things. And I don't know what Mr. and Mrs. Brief's fate in the future, so I have no idea what happened to them, I just made this up. Please don't flame me, this is my first DBZ fic that isn't humor. Hope you like it, please review... Arigatou and Sionara! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~