Disclaimer: If I owned Dragonball Z, I'd have to have a lot more money than I do now... So in other words, it's not mine, don't sue me.
A/N: Sorry these take so long, I feel bad leaving the readers in suspense, I blame the school that seems to hate me so, even my locker despises me, isn't that sad? I'll update this as frequently as I can, I'm hoping to finish my other fic, Folkie's Birthday soon so I'll have more time to work on my other three, god damn it, why am I soooooooooo busy? Well review when you're done, Thanks! ^_^
Chapter 5: Hot Tears
"Great, just what I don't need right now." Trunks muttered.
"Hey! Aren't you glad to see us? We add a little excitement to your usual boring life boy, I think we deserve some appreciation, don't you #18?"
"Sure. Whatever. Finish this quickly #17, if I don't get out of this horrid outfit soon, I swear, you won't hear the end of it. So play with your toy and clean it up so we can get out of here." Android #18 said in her bored tone as she brushed off her skirt that had a few ashes on it from a building she had blown up.
"Is that all this is to you? Just one big game?" Trunks asked in disgust.
"That's right. It's just a game. We want to get as much out of this planet as possible before we destroy it." Android #17 smirked as though he had just told a clever joke.
"You monsters!" Trunks screamed in rage.
"Monsters are we?" #17 asked, still not wiping the smirk off his face.
"Yes, that's right, monsters. Cruel, twisted machines that take delight in causing pain and chaos." Trunks was quite furious now, his blue eyes glowing in anger.
"I'm no monster." Android #18 said in mock anger.
"I just have vision, that's all." She stood up from where she was sitting on a pile of rubble and blasted a nearby hospital. You could hear the screams of the dying as the building was engulfed in flames. She pulled a piece of her blonde hair back behind her ear, and smiled a cruel smile.
"Bravo #18, an excellent work of art, I give extra points for originality and sound affects." He clapped, smiling at his twin sister.
"THEY WERE INNOCENT PEOPLE!" Trunks screamed at them, choking back tears.
"WHAT DID THEY EVER DO TO YOU?"
"We were born from the hands of humans who just wanted to use us as toys, now we're using you, you're all just pawns in our little game. More just keep coming, there's no shortage." #17 stated.
"Everyone has the right to live. It's not just something someone should have the power to take away, just like that." Trunks said, snapping his fingers.
"Life is precious."
"A beautiful speech. But we have more pressing matters to attend to, we'll continue this later, little boy!" Android #17 said, before blasting Trunks out of the way so he and #18 could make their exit.
Trunks fell hard against a stone wall, the wind knocked out of him, blood slowly trickling down the back of his head.
"I'm NOT a little boy!" He screamed at them as they flew away.
"I'm not..." He muttered to himself in self-disgust.
"Man, what a joke? To think that I'm a Saiyan, the strongest race in the universe, yet I'm still so easily beaten by those demons." He stood up; noticing that he had sprang his ankle.
"What next?" He asked in annoyance as he began to fly back towards his home. Rain began to fall. "There's something sad about the rain, it washes everything away..."
"Or at least, that's what they say, but I think they're wrong. Rain washes away physical things, not feelings, emotions, or memories. No matter how hard I try to forget, it just won't happen, I'll never forget, I promise father..." He flew the rest of the way in silence, observing the destruction below.
"TRUNKS! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?" Bulma asked in concern as the beaten and soaked Trunks walked through the doorway. He had tried to take another entrance so as not to arouse his mother's alarm, but all other windows and doors had been locked.
"It's nothing mom. I'm fine." He lied.
"I'll have none of that! You're hurt and I'm GOING to take care of you! Now lie down on the couch and I'll get you some tea." Bulma said in her commanding tone. You didn't disobey her when she spoke like that, so Trunks limped to the couch.
"Trunks? Tell me, how'd you get in such bad shape?" Bulma asked, her blue eyes seeming to stare into the depths of his troubled soul.
"The androids caught me off guard. As a get-away gift, they blasted me into a wall, hence cane the many injuries. Darn them! Man, they're just far too strong!" Trunks was engulfed in the fury burning inside him and he didn't notice his mother's sad expression.
"When will this end?" She asked although she knew the answer. It was an everlasting battle, it wasn't going to end in her lifetime, it may not even end in her grandchildren's lifetime. The thing about androids was, they were machines, they'd never grow old and die naturally, someone was going to have to put them in their place. In the scrap yard preferably. She walked over to the window and listened as the rain went, 'pitter patter' on the glass.
"What's the point? When will all the killing end? I just don't understand... It's so meaningless..." Tears rolled down her cheeks as her eyes became red and puffy.
"Don't cry mother. It'll end someday, I just know it will." Trunks said, comforting his mother, trying to be optimistic.
"The horror won't end. It's just not fair, what did we do to deserve this kind of fate?" She continued, wallowing in self-pity.
"Be brave mother, Dad would've wanted it that way." He said, hugging her as she ran her fingers through his purple hair.
"He would have just said, 'Quiet woman!'" She replied, chucking to herself.
"Oh mother..." Trunks muttered, hugging her tighter, trying to squeeze the pain of loss away.
"Trunks. I've got work to do." She said, pulling away from his embrace as she dashed downstairs to her lab, a triumphant look on her face.
"She's got an idea." Trunks muttered.
"Which means, unless I want to starve I'll be making our meals for a while." He forgot about his ankle and other various wounds, and he flinched in pain as he stood up.
But then he heard the voice.
"You weakling! You cannot be my son, my son would never whine so..." The voice echoed through his head as it laughed haughtily.
"STOP IT!" Trunks screamed.
"YOU'RE DEAD! YOU'RE DEAD, DO YOU HEAR ME? LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"I'm not dead boy, to you and that woman I'm very much alive..." His father smirked.
"Stop haunting us, leave me alone, you're gone, you're dead, and you're not coming back..." Trunks muttered, backing away since he now saw an image projected in front of him.
"Foolish boy. I had no right to die. Why should you be alive and I shouldn't? Ever thought of that boy?"
"It's not my fault. Do you hear me? IT'S NOT MY FAULT!" Tears streaming down his cheeks, his cheeks flushed in rage. The image of Vegeta disappeared, still laughing at him. Laughing at the tears that stinged his hot cheeks.
Just then, Gohan walked in.
"Hey Trunks. I'm really sorry for what I said earlier, I just... Hey little bro, are you OK?" He asked when he saw Trunks's red face and wounds.
"Man Gohan, it's just not fair. Those people, they had lives and families and friends, but... Th-they d-didn't care... They didn't care at all..." Trunks had a dazed look on his face, staring into nothing, the realization hitting him.
"Trunks, you know how many times this has happened..." Gohan said in a comforting tone.
"You don't understand Gohan, I saw them, I knew some of those people, their lives were just stolen away. One minute they were alive, the next minute they were gone. I just don't get it..."
"Trunks... There was nothing you could do about it, you know that..."
"But I could've done something, if I wasn't SO WEAK!" Trunks banged his fist on the table, accidentally breaking it in half.
"Oops..." He muttered, eyeing the destruction he had caused.
"Relax. I've broken many a table in my day." Gohan said, leaning back in his chair, he leaned back a little too hard and it crumbled beneath him letting him fall to the floor.
"I'll believe it." Trunks said, chuckling. It was the first time he'd laughed in a long time.
To Be Continued...
A/N: I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry it takes me so long to get these out, I guarantee one or two editions this weekend though. Stupid school, how I'd love to be home instead... * Sigh * Well review... Thanks! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~
A/N: Sorry these take so long, I feel bad leaving the readers in suspense, I blame the school that seems to hate me so, even my locker despises me, isn't that sad? I'll update this as frequently as I can, I'm hoping to finish my other fic, Folkie's Birthday soon so I'll have more time to work on my other three, god damn it, why am I soooooooooo busy? Well review when you're done, Thanks! ^_^
Chapter 5: Hot Tears
"Great, just what I don't need right now." Trunks muttered.
"Hey! Aren't you glad to see us? We add a little excitement to your usual boring life boy, I think we deserve some appreciation, don't you #18?"
"Sure. Whatever. Finish this quickly #17, if I don't get out of this horrid outfit soon, I swear, you won't hear the end of it. So play with your toy and clean it up so we can get out of here." Android #18 said in her bored tone as she brushed off her skirt that had a few ashes on it from a building she had blown up.
"Is that all this is to you? Just one big game?" Trunks asked in disgust.
"That's right. It's just a game. We want to get as much out of this planet as possible before we destroy it." Android #17 smirked as though he had just told a clever joke.
"You monsters!" Trunks screamed in rage.
"Monsters are we?" #17 asked, still not wiping the smirk off his face.
"Yes, that's right, monsters. Cruel, twisted machines that take delight in causing pain and chaos." Trunks was quite furious now, his blue eyes glowing in anger.
"I'm no monster." Android #18 said in mock anger.
"I just have vision, that's all." She stood up from where she was sitting on a pile of rubble and blasted a nearby hospital. You could hear the screams of the dying as the building was engulfed in flames. She pulled a piece of her blonde hair back behind her ear, and smiled a cruel smile.
"Bravo #18, an excellent work of art, I give extra points for originality and sound affects." He clapped, smiling at his twin sister.
"THEY WERE INNOCENT PEOPLE!" Trunks screamed at them, choking back tears.
"WHAT DID THEY EVER DO TO YOU?"
"We were born from the hands of humans who just wanted to use us as toys, now we're using you, you're all just pawns in our little game. More just keep coming, there's no shortage." #17 stated.
"Everyone has the right to live. It's not just something someone should have the power to take away, just like that." Trunks said, snapping his fingers.
"Life is precious."
"A beautiful speech. But we have more pressing matters to attend to, we'll continue this later, little boy!" Android #17 said, before blasting Trunks out of the way so he and #18 could make their exit.
Trunks fell hard against a stone wall, the wind knocked out of him, blood slowly trickling down the back of his head.
"I'm NOT a little boy!" He screamed at them as they flew away.
"I'm not..." He muttered to himself in self-disgust.
"Man, what a joke? To think that I'm a Saiyan, the strongest race in the universe, yet I'm still so easily beaten by those demons." He stood up; noticing that he had sprang his ankle.
"What next?" He asked in annoyance as he began to fly back towards his home. Rain began to fall. "There's something sad about the rain, it washes everything away..."
"Or at least, that's what they say, but I think they're wrong. Rain washes away physical things, not feelings, emotions, or memories. No matter how hard I try to forget, it just won't happen, I'll never forget, I promise father..." He flew the rest of the way in silence, observing the destruction below.
"TRUNKS! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?" Bulma asked in concern as the beaten and soaked Trunks walked through the doorway. He had tried to take another entrance so as not to arouse his mother's alarm, but all other windows and doors had been locked.
"It's nothing mom. I'm fine." He lied.
"I'll have none of that! You're hurt and I'm GOING to take care of you! Now lie down on the couch and I'll get you some tea." Bulma said in her commanding tone. You didn't disobey her when she spoke like that, so Trunks limped to the couch.
"Trunks? Tell me, how'd you get in such bad shape?" Bulma asked, her blue eyes seeming to stare into the depths of his troubled soul.
"The androids caught me off guard. As a get-away gift, they blasted me into a wall, hence cane the many injuries. Darn them! Man, they're just far too strong!" Trunks was engulfed in the fury burning inside him and he didn't notice his mother's sad expression.
"When will this end?" She asked although she knew the answer. It was an everlasting battle, it wasn't going to end in her lifetime, it may not even end in her grandchildren's lifetime. The thing about androids was, they were machines, they'd never grow old and die naturally, someone was going to have to put them in their place. In the scrap yard preferably. She walked over to the window and listened as the rain went, 'pitter patter' on the glass.
"What's the point? When will all the killing end? I just don't understand... It's so meaningless..." Tears rolled down her cheeks as her eyes became red and puffy.
"Don't cry mother. It'll end someday, I just know it will." Trunks said, comforting his mother, trying to be optimistic.
"The horror won't end. It's just not fair, what did we do to deserve this kind of fate?" She continued, wallowing in self-pity.
"Be brave mother, Dad would've wanted it that way." He said, hugging her as she ran her fingers through his purple hair.
"He would have just said, 'Quiet woman!'" She replied, chucking to herself.
"Oh mother..." Trunks muttered, hugging her tighter, trying to squeeze the pain of loss away.
"Trunks. I've got work to do." She said, pulling away from his embrace as she dashed downstairs to her lab, a triumphant look on her face.
"She's got an idea." Trunks muttered.
"Which means, unless I want to starve I'll be making our meals for a while." He forgot about his ankle and other various wounds, and he flinched in pain as he stood up.
But then he heard the voice.
"You weakling! You cannot be my son, my son would never whine so..." The voice echoed through his head as it laughed haughtily.
"STOP IT!" Trunks screamed.
"YOU'RE DEAD! YOU'RE DEAD, DO YOU HEAR ME? LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"I'm not dead boy, to you and that woman I'm very much alive..." His father smirked.
"Stop haunting us, leave me alone, you're gone, you're dead, and you're not coming back..." Trunks muttered, backing away since he now saw an image projected in front of him.
"Foolish boy. I had no right to die. Why should you be alive and I shouldn't? Ever thought of that boy?"
"It's not my fault. Do you hear me? IT'S NOT MY FAULT!" Tears streaming down his cheeks, his cheeks flushed in rage. The image of Vegeta disappeared, still laughing at him. Laughing at the tears that stinged his hot cheeks.
Just then, Gohan walked in.
"Hey Trunks. I'm really sorry for what I said earlier, I just... Hey little bro, are you OK?" He asked when he saw Trunks's red face and wounds.
"Man Gohan, it's just not fair. Those people, they had lives and families and friends, but... Th-they d-didn't care... They didn't care at all..." Trunks had a dazed look on his face, staring into nothing, the realization hitting him.
"Trunks, you know how many times this has happened..." Gohan said in a comforting tone.
"You don't understand Gohan, I saw them, I knew some of those people, their lives were just stolen away. One minute they were alive, the next minute they were gone. I just don't get it..."
"Trunks... There was nothing you could do about it, you know that..."
"But I could've done something, if I wasn't SO WEAK!" Trunks banged his fist on the table, accidentally breaking it in half.
"Oops..." He muttered, eyeing the destruction he had caused.
"Relax. I've broken many a table in my day." Gohan said, leaning back in his chair, he leaned back a little too hard and it crumbled beneath him letting him fall to the floor.
"I'll believe it." Trunks said, chuckling. It was the first time he'd laughed in a long time.
To Be Continued...
A/N: I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry it takes me so long to get these out, I guarantee one or two editions this weekend though. Stupid school, how I'd love to be home instead... * Sigh * Well review... Thanks! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~