Tales of the Futures Sons
Episode One
Prologue: They Will Pay
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Authors Note: Hi, I'm back, or some might say I have finally come. Either way, I am here, and would just like to say a few things about my story. I am hoping to make it novel length, and it is based it the Dragonball timeline, or more accurately, The Mirai Trunks timeline. It will revolve around both Trunks and Gohan, and I promise (to anyone who cares) that it will not be just plain fighting. I am hoping that it will have real emotions. Anyway, I should still my tongue, but first, I would greatly appreciate it if you could tell me what you think about it, and what you think could happen. -Your MC, Triono
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The night was there. It was dark outside. The darkness surrounded Gohan and consumed him; it tortured his soul with its bleakness and comforted him with its cold, yet familiar touch. The darkness, he had decided, was his friend. It helped, shrouded him, and covered his eyes from the oppressive destruction that showed itself in the sunlight. The darkness comforted him.
Tears slowly rolled down his cheek and dripped off of his chin.
"Why?" He thought bitterly. "Why him? Why him, Kami? He was supposed to end this.why him? Why not me?"
Gohan's soul wept for his father, for his mother, and for his friends. Gohan's soul wept for himself, for baby Trunks, and for everyone else. He slowly looked up, his pale, tear-stained face looking up into the starlit sky. He stood there, in the middle of the park the last place in the city that was whole and clean, staring at the sky, crying quietly as he thought about his father. A man who could catch a bullet with his hands, a man who could defeat anybody with a flick of his wrist, and probably the strongest man who had ever lived. But more importantly, Goku, his father, was a man who loved him.
And he was dead. From a virus.
His head slowly sunk down as he stared at his feet, hoping to find inspiration at his feet. He couldn't think of any words to say to his father, though it didn't matter; he wouldn't hear them. He was dead. Gone. A few more tears dripped off his chin, and then he swallowed the lump in his throat. He almost laughed at himself, as he thought about what he was doing. Grieving over somebody who he would probably see soon enough.the entire planet was doomed, now that Goku was gone. Nobody could save it. Not him, not Vegeta and not Piccolo.
The world was doomed to suffer before all of mankind was wiped out. But he would try...he would try to stop them; for his mother, his father and for everyone else. He would have to try. He knew Vegeta and piccolo would, and he had no doubt that Krillin would, and he was certain that Trunks would too, when he was old enough. But Gohan wouldn't lie to himself, he knew the chances were slim at best, and that he, Vegeta and Trunks was the worlds only real hopes.
With one final sob, and a silent prayer to the spirits to watch over everyone's soul, he lifted his head up with pride. "I am Gohan. I am not afraid.do you hear me, you damn androids? I am not afraid of you! I am son of Goku, I was trained by the great Piccolo. I am not afraid!"
And with a final burst of anger, he surrounded himself in his blazing white aura of ki. His tears were instantly evaporated as his aura flickered to life and lit the surrounding area. Gohan's rage instantly subsided and was replaced with even more grief as he saw the full extent of the destruction spawned by the androids.
Very few buildings were left standing, but none had escaped damage. All were black, either from the fires that brought them down, or from the ash that had blanketed the city. The air had a sickening smell to it; a mix of charred metal and human flesh. There were cars half burned and others that were crushed---some were even stuck in building. As Gohan looked around, he almost began to cry again; it was a little too much for an eleven-year- old to take in.
His stomach twisted inside as he remembered the day it happened; how they were helpless to stop even one android, let alone two. They had tried to stop them, of course, but even with Goku at their side it didn't help. The androids were just too strong. And to make that day worse, it was in that very battle that Goku's disease first made itself known. They were helpless to help him, just like they were to save the city.
He had had enough of it
Gohan shook off the sudden pang of hurt as he crouched low, gathered all of his energy in his legs, and then leapt high into the air, letting his ki explode around him as he did so. He glanced back at the city, at the park his father took him to when he was younger, and finally found the words to say.
"Father," his voice was shaky with suppressed emotion. "Rest. Your part is over. It's my turn to be the hero. And I promise." Tears were streaking down his chin and flying out into the air. "They will pay."
Episode One
Prologue: They Will Pay
***
Authors Note: Hi, I'm back, or some might say I have finally come. Either way, I am here, and would just like to say a few things about my story. I am hoping to make it novel length, and it is based it the Dragonball timeline, or more accurately, The Mirai Trunks timeline. It will revolve around both Trunks and Gohan, and I promise (to anyone who cares) that it will not be just plain fighting. I am hoping that it will have real emotions. Anyway, I should still my tongue, but first, I would greatly appreciate it if you could tell me what you think about it, and what you think could happen. -Your MC, Triono
***
The night was there. It was dark outside. The darkness surrounded Gohan and consumed him; it tortured his soul with its bleakness and comforted him with its cold, yet familiar touch. The darkness, he had decided, was his friend. It helped, shrouded him, and covered his eyes from the oppressive destruction that showed itself in the sunlight. The darkness comforted him.
Tears slowly rolled down his cheek and dripped off of his chin.
"Why?" He thought bitterly. "Why him? Why him, Kami? He was supposed to end this.why him? Why not me?"
Gohan's soul wept for his father, for his mother, and for his friends. Gohan's soul wept for himself, for baby Trunks, and for everyone else. He slowly looked up, his pale, tear-stained face looking up into the starlit sky. He stood there, in the middle of the park the last place in the city that was whole and clean, staring at the sky, crying quietly as he thought about his father. A man who could catch a bullet with his hands, a man who could defeat anybody with a flick of his wrist, and probably the strongest man who had ever lived. But more importantly, Goku, his father, was a man who loved him.
And he was dead. From a virus.
His head slowly sunk down as he stared at his feet, hoping to find inspiration at his feet. He couldn't think of any words to say to his father, though it didn't matter; he wouldn't hear them. He was dead. Gone. A few more tears dripped off his chin, and then he swallowed the lump in his throat. He almost laughed at himself, as he thought about what he was doing. Grieving over somebody who he would probably see soon enough.the entire planet was doomed, now that Goku was gone. Nobody could save it. Not him, not Vegeta and not Piccolo.
The world was doomed to suffer before all of mankind was wiped out. But he would try...he would try to stop them; for his mother, his father and for everyone else. He would have to try. He knew Vegeta and piccolo would, and he had no doubt that Krillin would, and he was certain that Trunks would too, when he was old enough. But Gohan wouldn't lie to himself, he knew the chances were slim at best, and that he, Vegeta and Trunks was the worlds only real hopes.
With one final sob, and a silent prayer to the spirits to watch over everyone's soul, he lifted his head up with pride. "I am Gohan. I am not afraid.do you hear me, you damn androids? I am not afraid of you! I am son of Goku, I was trained by the great Piccolo. I am not afraid!"
And with a final burst of anger, he surrounded himself in his blazing white aura of ki. His tears were instantly evaporated as his aura flickered to life and lit the surrounding area. Gohan's rage instantly subsided and was replaced with even more grief as he saw the full extent of the destruction spawned by the androids.
Very few buildings were left standing, but none had escaped damage. All were black, either from the fires that brought them down, or from the ash that had blanketed the city. The air had a sickening smell to it; a mix of charred metal and human flesh. There were cars half burned and others that were crushed---some were even stuck in building. As Gohan looked around, he almost began to cry again; it was a little too much for an eleven-year- old to take in.
His stomach twisted inside as he remembered the day it happened; how they were helpless to stop even one android, let alone two. They had tried to stop them, of course, but even with Goku at their side it didn't help. The androids were just too strong. And to make that day worse, it was in that very battle that Goku's disease first made itself known. They were helpless to help him, just like they were to save the city.
He had had enough of it
Gohan shook off the sudden pang of hurt as he crouched low, gathered all of his energy in his legs, and then leapt high into the air, letting his ki explode around him as he did so. He glanced back at the city, at the park his father took him to when he was younger, and finally found the words to say.
"Father," his voice was shaky with suppressed emotion. "Rest. Your part is over. It's my turn to be the hero. And I promise." Tears were streaking down his chin and flying out into the air. "They will pay."