Trunks Returns: Prologue
I don't own any of the dragon ball series; even if you sued me all you would get would be two yen, three cents, and a ferret. If you took the ferret, I'd hunt you down and sell you to a slave market in Bangladesh. This is my first attempt at a dragon ball fan fiction, you should expect the unexpected. After the cell saga (in this ficcy anyhoo) no more battles occur. Now for the changed stuff, Mirai no Trunks is 15 (explanation for this change in the fic), Ari-eya is 15 and Leana is 11 (you'll find out who they are later), Chibi-Trunks is 12, Goten is 12, pan is 10 and Bra is 10. The Tenkainchi Budokai was cancelled; the z senshi are trying to reinstate it.
Now that that junk is cleared up, ON WITH ME DEMMED FICCY!!! *Hee hee* couldn't resist ^_^
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Mirai no Trunks is back… but is it really him?
~ Capsule Corps Building ~
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Bulma stood on the front porch, her eyes closed, listening to the wind chimes above her. Pan was at the mall with Bra. Chibi-Trunks, Goten and Vegeta were training in the gravity room. Mr. Briefs was fiddling around with some new invention and had forbade Bulma to come in as it was a very delicate procedure and he didn't want to risk screwing up. For once she didn't argue, to get some time to herself. She had some time to relax at last...Or so she thought.
Suddenly she heard a metal-on-asphalt sound from the driveway. She turned towards the driveway, hiding behind the peony bushes. At first she thought he was
hallucinating. A very familiar looking lavender haired young man stood with his head bowed and his back to the capsule building. Just behind him, she recognized a
very beat-up Hope.
"Trunks?" she called a she stood
"Okaasan?!" he wheeled around and shouted, "Don't come any closer!"
"Aré? What's wrong?"
"Matté!" at that he abruptly turned and vaporized the time machine. Bulma stared in horror at him and managed to stammer,
"Trunks! Are you nuts? Why did you do that?"
"No, okaasan, I'm not." He said, ignoring the last question, " Please go get….. Otousan…" Bulma noticed something odd, Trunks looked like he was only
fifteen! The last time she had seen Mirai no Trunks he was seventeen years old.
"Please okaasan!" he choked out.
"Hai." With that she bolted into the house towards the gravity room. Mirai no Trunks stared at the place where the time machine had stood just moments before. He then turned and went into the house, a somber expression on his face. He flopped onto the couch and clenched his hair in his hands, his eyes shut tight. He let out a shuddering sigh as he heard Bulma telling Goten and Chibi-Trunks to keep training.
"Damn saya-jin hearing…" he muttered under his breath. All he wanted was a few moments silence to figure out how he was going to tell his mother and father what had happened. Their footsteps seemed to echo in Trunks' mind. They stood before him in a matter of seconds. He let out another shuddering breath and opened his eyes, looking up into his father's cold black ones. As Trunks looked up, surprise flickered on his face for a moment and was replaced almost immediately with the halfway blank look he had been wearing when he first saw Trunks sitting on the couch.
"I… I'm not the Trunks that you think I am… I haven't traveled through time before this…" Bulma and Vegeta stared.
"I was training to defeat the jinzouhigen and you… or rather… my okaasan was working on the time machine. A machine landed outside, where I was training. A… an older… an older me stepped out of it and faced me. He then told me something horrible… though the red ribbon army had been destroyed, they had created a deadly virus that had killed his okaasan… and was killing him…" Bulma gasped and Trunks went on with his story.
"He was unsure if the virus had already been created. But he said that for some reason I was immune. His okaasan had studied it before she died…. She had told him that everyone under the age of twenty was immune to it…. This Trunks I met was twenty-five… After meeting with my okaasan, he destroyed the jinzouhigen and cell. He did a strange technique, almost all of his powers transferred to me... Then he… he…" Trunks gulped and tried to carry on
"He went to a deserted field and he… he…" Trunks didn't seem like he could persist.
"He what?" prompted Bulma. One word escaped Trunks' lips,
"Kamikaze…"
Bulma gasped and sank to her knees. Vegeta uncrossed his arms and looked solemn. After about ten seconds Trunks was able to continue.
"Okaasan checked me, and it turned out that the other Trunks was right, I didn't have it. But then she performed the tests on herself… and she had it…." His eyes glittered slightly. " She handed me a note that Trunks intended for me… he said that he knew I would want to stay with okaasan until she… passed on…. But he said that it would be eleven years before she…. and that I only had five years before I would be susceptible to it. Okaasan agreed with him, and told me to leave immediately. I tried to argue that I still had a few years, but she told me that the sooner I left the better… then I went into the time machine… and here I am…"
They all stayed silent. Trunks stared at the coffee table, Vegeta stared at Trunks, and Bulma started crying. Though it was extremely out of character, Vegeta knelt down and wrapped his arms around her and whispered a harsh "shush!" Slowly, Bulma stopped crying and just sat there in Vegeta's arms sniffing slightly. After a while they stood up and Bulma said,
"There's an empty guest-room down the hall… third door on your left…" she walked swiftly towards her and Vegeta's bedroom. Vegeta walked over to Trunks, hesitated, and squeezed his shoulder gently. Trunks watched him as he followed Bulma. Trunks sat there for a few moments. He got up and walked to the room Bulma had spoken of. He went in and lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He wasn't home, but this was indeed his home now. He at last surrendered to fatigue and sadness, and fell into a restless sleep. He thought as he nodded off: I'm home…
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Kinda cheesy…. Oh well! Review! Or I'll sic my bishounen on you!
I don't own any of the dragon ball series; even if you sued me all you would get would be two yen, three cents, and a ferret. If you took the ferret, I'd hunt you down and sell you to a slave market in Bangladesh. This is my first attempt at a dragon ball fan fiction, you should expect the unexpected. After the cell saga (in this ficcy anyhoo) no more battles occur. Now for the changed stuff, Mirai no Trunks is 15 (explanation for this change in the fic), Ari-eya is 15 and Leana is 11 (you'll find out who they are later), Chibi-Trunks is 12, Goten is 12, pan is 10 and Bra is 10. The Tenkainchi Budokai was cancelled; the z senshi are trying to reinstate it.
Now that that junk is cleared up, ON WITH ME DEMMED FICCY!!! *Hee hee* couldn't resist ^_^
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Mirai no Trunks is back… but is it really him?
~ Capsule Corps Building ~
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Bulma stood on the front porch, her eyes closed, listening to the wind chimes above her. Pan was at the mall with Bra. Chibi-Trunks, Goten and Vegeta were training in the gravity room. Mr. Briefs was fiddling around with some new invention and had forbade Bulma to come in as it was a very delicate procedure and he didn't want to risk screwing up. For once she didn't argue, to get some time to herself. She had some time to relax at last...Or so she thought.
Suddenly she heard a metal-on-asphalt sound from the driveway. She turned towards the driveway, hiding behind the peony bushes. At first she thought he was
hallucinating. A very familiar looking lavender haired young man stood with his head bowed and his back to the capsule building. Just behind him, she recognized a
very beat-up Hope.
"Trunks?" she called a she stood
"Okaasan?!" he wheeled around and shouted, "Don't come any closer!"
"Aré? What's wrong?"
"Matté!" at that he abruptly turned and vaporized the time machine. Bulma stared in horror at him and managed to stammer,
"Trunks! Are you nuts? Why did you do that?"
"No, okaasan, I'm not." He said, ignoring the last question, " Please go get….. Otousan…" Bulma noticed something odd, Trunks looked like he was only
fifteen! The last time she had seen Mirai no Trunks he was seventeen years old.
"Please okaasan!" he choked out.
"Hai." With that she bolted into the house towards the gravity room. Mirai no Trunks stared at the place where the time machine had stood just moments before. He then turned and went into the house, a somber expression on his face. He flopped onto the couch and clenched his hair in his hands, his eyes shut tight. He let out a shuddering sigh as he heard Bulma telling Goten and Chibi-Trunks to keep training.
"Damn saya-jin hearing…" he muttered under his breath. All he wanted was a few moments silence to figure out how he was going to tell his mother and father what had happened. Their footsteps seemed to echo in Trunks' mind. They stood before him in a matter of seconds. He let out another shuddering breath and opened his eyes, looking up into his father's cold black ones. As Trunks looked up, surprise flickered on his face for a moment and was replaced almost immediately with the halfway blank look he had been wearing when he first saw Trunks sitting on the couch.
"I… I'm not the Trunks that you think I am… I haven't traveled through time before this…" Bulma and Vegeta stared.
"I was training to defeat the jinzouhigen and you… or rather… my okaasan was working on the time machine. A machine landed outside, where I was training. A… an older… an older me stepped out of it and faced me. He then told me something horrible… though the red ribbon army had been destroyed, they had created a deadly virus that had killed his okaasan… and was killing him…" Bulma gasped and Trunks went on with his story.
"He was unsure if the virus had already been created. But he said that for some reason I was immune. His okaasan had studied it before she died…. She had told him that everyone under the age of twenty was immune to it…. This Trunks I met was twenty-five… After meeting with my okaasan, he destroyed the jinzouhigen and cell. He did a strange technique, almost all of his powers transferred to me... Then he… he…" Trunks gulped and tried to carry on
"He went to a deserted field and he… he…" Trunks didn't seem like he could persist.
"He what?" prompted Bulma. One word escaped Trunks' lips,
"Kamikaze…"
Bulma gasped and sank to her knees. Vegeta uncrossed his arms and looked solemn. After about ten seconds Trunks was able to continue.
"Okaasan checked me, and it turned out that the other Trunks was right, I didn't have it. But then she performed the tests on herself… and she had it…." His eyes glittered slightly. " She handed me a note that Trunks intended for me… he said that he knew I would want to stay with okaasan until she… passed on…. But he said that it would be eleven years before she…. and that I only had five years before I would be susceptible to it. Okaasan agreed with him, and told me to leave immediately. I tried to argue that I still had a few years, but she told me that the sooner I left the better… then I went into the time machine… and here I am…"
They all stayed silent. Trunks stared at the coffee table, Vegeta stared at Trunks, and Bulma started crying. Though it was extremely out of character, Vegeta knelt down and wrapped his arms around her and whispered a harsh "shush!" Slowly, Bulma stopped crying and just sat there in Vegeta's arms sniffing slightly. After a while they stood up and Bulma said,
"There's an empty guest-room down the hall… third door on your left…" she walked swiftly towards her and Vegeta's bedroom. Vegeta walked over to Trunks, hesitated, and squeezed his shoulder gently. Trunks watched him as he followed Bulma. Trunks sat there for a few moments. He got up and walked to the room Bulma had spoken of. He went in and lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He wasn't home, but this was indeed his home now. He at last surrendered to fatigue and sadness, and fell into a restless sleep. He thought as he nodded off: I'm home…
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Kinda cheesy…. Oh well! Review! Or I'll sic my bishounen on you!