The Sorrow of Love: 

Everything can go so wrong

Disclaimer:  Oh, intelligent reader, you have stumbled upon the workings of a poor, humble boy.  Ok, so I'm not poor, and I'm pretty sure I'm not humble, but yes, I am a boy!  Writing Romance!  That's right!  And this BOY does not own DBZ or any of its affiliates.  That honor belongs to Akira Tokiyama (I think that's right).  And no more disclaimers!  You get it once or twice, you get it all!  NO MORE!  Right then.

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Chapter one-

The Transformation is complete

"Trunks!"  A silvery voice called, "Trunks! Get over here now!"

The owner of that voice was none other than Bulma Briefs.  She had dull blue hair that was graying.  The wrinkles weren't prominent, but they weren't concealed, either.  Her Capsule Corps jacket commanded respect in earlier times, as it was the most powerful company in its business.  Or any business for that matter.  Unsurprisingly, she was the owner of that very company.  But that was before their paradise (or semi-paradise, living with Vegeta) was violently ruined by a pair of androids who had ascended up to earth from their underground lair.

Those androids had a special mission.  Kill Goku.  It was a mission never accomplished, for Goku had suffered a ferocious heart disease and died because of it.  With their creator killed, the androids were free to rampage their unholy power upon the world.

Her pants were and unremarkable blue.  It was her eyes that defined her.  They were always twinkling—or they always did.  But they still had the same spark of energy, though this energy was derived from determination and hope, and not out of laughter and enjoyment, as of times past.

The recipient of that call was even more energetic, and as it was, he was the world's only hope.  His shining purple hair did nothing to take away from the brilliance of his eyes.  He had that very same jacket that Bulma wore, and short pants, for the textile manufacturers seemed to be tied up with recent matters.

"Mom, couldn't you wait until breakfast is over?" Trunks yelled in reply to his mother.

"I want to show you something!  Get over here!" Her voiced, laced with energy, called back.

"Fine, I'm coming, but you don't have to be so pushy!"

"Oh, Trunks! Just come!  It's really exciting... It's a-" Her voice suddenly cut off as a small pellet of sound was heard.  Trunks panicked.  Her mother couldn't defend herself, and she was a target, regardless of what her mother told him.

"Mom?  Mom!  Answer me!  Is it another one of your jokes?" He said with a laugh.  When there was no answer, he grew serious. "Mom?  Mom!"  He yelled again.   "Is this another one... of... your... jokes..?" He finished pathetically, dreading the answer.

An evil laughter arose from the kitchen.  The laughter, as evil laughs go, was unremarkable, even a tad flat, but it was the creator of the laugh that was unforgettable.  It was Seventeen.  The only one who could accompany him was equally evil.  Her voice complemented his laugh.

"Come on little boy!  You don't seem to have a mother to protect you!  Now you'll have to survive without your bedtime stories—if you survive," The ringing voice taunted.

Trunks rose in anger.  Rage coursed through him, like a venom in his blood, reaching every cell of his body, until his whole mass quivered with an indescribable hate.  Most of the hate was reserved for himself, but the hate he had for the androids had amplified itself.  His purple hair turned a dark gold, and his eyes transformed into a deep aquamarine color, losing the curious flicker in them.  The hair grew out and radiated its color around him as an almost translucent energy.  The room crackled with it.

His muscles bulged, while his natural powers increased twenty fold.  He was unable to protect the last one.  The last one who knew him.  The last one he knew.  His face held true agony.  Misery overwhelmed him.  She was the only one to dampen his current situation.  Her laugh was always able to brighten the mood.  The pain of loss finally reached into him, through him.  It pierced his soul, making its mark upon his heart.  He could take no more, and there was no more to take.  Tears stood waiting at the edge of his now pale eyes.  He blinked and they were brushed away. His yell broke the silence that inhibited the room moments before.  He had finally made the transformation. The transformation to Super Saiyan 2.  The stakes rose.

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A/N:  Well, that was chapter one.  I would like more reviews, as always.  I plan to update every 4-5 days or something like that.  The story was somewhat short and heavily edited after the first draft… now it's about 14 chapters.  I originally wrote this for a contest, but backed out and was kinda scared... two days before the contest ended.  Well, I've entered this into my own contest.  The competitors... me!  The losers have to pay the winner all their money.  To win the contest I have to get 45 reviews.  If I do, I get 13 or so dollars from myself!  How fun!  Anyway, if you feel like letting me win the GOOD way, review.