Trunks woke with a groan. His eyes opened ever so slowly.
"Do you, in your right mind boy, have any idea how hard you are to track down and capture?" a voice asked, Trunks's response was another groan, his hurt like hell. Someone grabbed his upper body and dragged it into a sitting position. Trunks head hung limply forward.
"Too much power all at once. You should have known better boy." The voice was male, that he was sure of. Trunks tried to lay back down, but the voice said, "Nah uh, you're getting up and that's that." The voice said, dragging Trunks's legs over the side of the bed. Trunks leaned against the wall a few seconds before really looking around. He was in a cell, a man stood in front of him, grasping his shoulders to pull him forward out of his daze. "Up you get." The man said, dragging Trunks upward. "Man your heavy." Trunks just grunted and tried his best to stand on his own two legs. After a few moments of walking around the small cell, Trunks sat down again, he had to or he would have fallen flat on his face. Trunks would take a while to regain his the energy he once had. Trunks got up again and did a few kicks and punches, just to waist energy to make his body force more energy into his body. He sat down again when he was done, breathing a bit hard.
"Come on, its time to go. You're a smart one, you know how to fight well. If it weren't for our Ki boosters, we would have lost. You care a lot about slaves and hostages, some of us are proud of you for standing up. Too bad it has to end this way." The man hauled Trunks to his feet and cuffed his hands behind his back. He dragged him down the hall, sometime along the way Trunks managed to straighten his back and hold his head up high, he knew what was coming next. Trunks sighed in his head and growled and oath in there too. He built up his mental barriers and turned down the hall. Already the movement was enough to give him back some energy. Trunks turned the corner and made his face emotionless, not giving an inch. Trunks couldn't remember much, he was storing the memories in the back of his head, in order to get them later and protect them against the memory machine. Trunks blinked once or twice and a man cursed.
"Hurry up, hes erasing his own memories!" A man barked. Trunks was shoved forward into the machine. Trunks grunted as his back hit the hard seat. His hands were pulled through a hole in the back of the seat and locked in place behind him. Two small machines were placed on his temples and the electric jolt could be heard through out the room. Trunks's barriers held, he shoved the last of his memories away as another jolt sounded in the room.
Trunks growled, he'd forgotten most of everything in his life except that he was being charged with being an outlaw and he somehow knew it to be true, but he'd forced all the memories away. Trunks looked around at the people as his eyes rolled in the back of his head and the people entered his head...
Trunks was standing next to several people inside of his head.
"We can do this the easy way, Lone One, or we can do it the easy way...What the?"
A memory was surfacing in Trunks mind; he remembered this. He didn't show his father's face, or Goten's, but he showed his own.
They fought harder; suddenly Goten stopped Trunks from attacking again. "What?" he yelled at him. "Maybe, we should uh.ya know what I mean." he looked at Vegeta, Trunks looked at Vegeta too, he was super saiya-jin fighting the two. "No, we'll be outta her soon, mom won't let us go more then a month without food, we've already lasted this long, no need to make him madder." He shrugged his shoulders and they both attacked Vegeta, who had a raised eyebrow at the two's conversation. What were they talking about? He didn't really care, he was too hungry to be any angrier, and the Woman had already made a large batch of some concoction or another to remove the hair dyes from his hair. Finally, after another hour or so, the boys were begging to be fed. Vegeta after another hour of listening to the complaints finally let them leave. They ran to get food that they had been deprived of for almost two weeks. They finished their first five plates within one minuet, and Vegeta was soon behind them, finishing six in one minuet though.
The scene changed
Trunks packed his bag, frowning, 'How should I do this?' he wondered, the people inside his head could hear his thoughts. 'I could live in the wilderness for long periods of time, but not indefinitely.' Trunks was angry and he couldn't understand why his father didn't care about him. What he did was just beyond the normal punishment. Ten bags of sugar! TEN! His father had made him consume it all, just like third class Baka! Both were terrified of sugar now. They'd been so hyper he was surprised that they hadn't gone Super Saiya-jin. His father walked into his room at that moment.
"What are you doing brat?" he asked,
"Don't you ever knock?" Trunks snapped, shoving his capsules in his book bag. His bag was filled with enough capsules to last a good three or so years.
"No, now answer my question brat."
"I'm going to train, not leave me alone!" Trunks said the one thing his father would except. Vegeta just grunted and looked at all the capsules in his bag.
"For a long time?" he asked.
"Don't know, now leave me alone!" Trunks took off out of his window...
The memory changed to Trunks borrowing one of his mother's ships, "I'll return it one day, sides, you guys got that pathway to New Namak, you don't need it anymore." Trunks got into the ship and took off. The memories ended there. As time passed, once or twice a vision of Trunks helping people in his cloak, shoving them on stolen ships and the directions he gave them were distorted and made no sense whats so ever, seeing as they were given in a dead language that the slaves only knew. They ended there, some things flashed, like when they hit his mother, but that was it, they ended there with small flashes of things that didn't even make sense.
"Program end." A voice said.
Trunks opened his eyes, what the hell had just happened?
"Its too late, lock him up for good, we're not gonna get the memories, they're gone." The man cursed.
"At least we have the boy who started all of this." Trunks was hauled to his feet and taken back to his cell. As the months passed in pain and agony, being beaten everyday, he regained his energy. He made friends with some of the guards and soon he had an escape plan. The one thing that foiled his escape plan was his family. They had come to visit him.
"Do you, in your right mind boy, have any idea how hard you are to track down and capture?" a voice asked, Trunks's response was another groan, his hurt like hell. Someone grabbed his upper body and dragged it into a sitting position. Trunks head hung limply forward.
"Too much power all at once. You should have known better boy." The voice was male, that he was sure of. Trunks tried to lay back down, but the voice said, "Nah uh, you're getting up and that's that." The voice said, dragging Trunks's legs over the side of the bed. Trunks leaned against the wall a few seconds before really looking around. He was in a cell, a man stood in front of him, grasping his shoulders to pull him forward out of his daze. "Up you get." The man said, dragging Trunks upward. "Man your heavy." Trunks just grunted and tried his best to stand on his own two legs. After a few moments of walking around the small cell, Trunks sat down again, he had to or he would have fallen flat on his face. Trunks would take a while to regain his the energy he once had. Trunks got up again and did a few kicks and punches, just to waist energy to make his body force more energy into his body. He sat down again when he was done, breathing a bit hard.
"Come on, its time to go. You're a smart one, you know how to fight well. If it weren't for our Ki boosters, we would have lost. You care a lot about slaves and hostages, some of us are proud of you for standing up. Too bad it has to end this way." The man hauled Trunks to his feet and cuffed his hands behind his back. He dragged him down the hall, sometime along the way Trunks managed to straighten his back and hold his head up high, he knew what was coming next. Trunks sighed in his head and growled and oath in there too. He built up his mental barriers and turned down the hall. Already the movement was enough to give him back some energy. Trunks turned the corner and made his face emotionless, not giving an inch. Trunks couldn't remember much, he was storing the memories in the back of his head, in order to get them later and protect them against the memory machine. Trunks blinked once or twice and a man cursed.
"Hurry up, hes erasing his own memories!" A man barked. Trunks was shoved forward into the machine. Trunks grunted as his back hit the hard seat. His hands were pulled through a hole in the back of the seat and locked in place behind him. Two small machines were placed on his temples and the electric jolt could be heard through out the room. Trunks's barriers held, he shoved the last of his memories away as another jolt sounded in the room.
Trunks growled, he'd forgotten most of everything in his life except that he was being charged with being an outlaw and he somehow knew it to be true, but he'd forced all the memories away. Trunks looked around at the people as his eyes rolled in the back of his head and the people entered his head...
Trunks was standing next to several people inside of his head.
"We can do this the easy way, Lone One, or we can do it the easy way...What the?"
A memory was surfacing in Trunks mind; he remembered this. He didn't show his father's face, or Goten's, but he showed his own.
They fought harder; suddenly Goten stopped Trunks from attacking again. "What?" he yelled at him. "Maybe, we should uh.ya know what I mean." he looked at Vegeta, Trunks looked at Vegeta too, he was super saiya-jin fighting the two. "No, we'll be outta her soon, mom won't let us go more then a month without food, we've already lasted this long, no need to make him madder." He shrugged his shoulders and they both attacked Vegeta, who had a raised eyebrow at the two's conversation. What were they talking about? He didn't really care, he was too hungry to be any angrier, and the Woman had already made a large batch of some concoction or another to remove the hair dyes from his hair. Finally, after another hour or so, the boys were begging to be fed. Vegeta after another hour of listening to the complaints finally let them leave. They ran to get food that they had been deprived of for almost two weeks. They finished their first five plates within one minuet, and Vegeta was soon behind them, finishing six in one minuet though.
The scene changed
Trunks packed his bag, frowning, 'How should I do this?' he wondered, the people inside his head could hear his thoughts. 'I could live in the wilderness for long periods of time, but not indefinitely.' Trunks was angry and he couldn't understand why his father didn't care about him. What he did was just beyond the normal punishment. Ten bags of sugar! TEN! His father had made him consume it all, just like third class Baka! Both were terrified of sugar now. They'd been so hyper he was surprised that they hadn't gone Super Saiya-jin. His father walked into his room at that moment.
"What are you doing brat?" he asked,
"Don't you ever knock?" Trunks snapped, shoving his capsules in his book bag. His bag was filled with enough capsules to last a good three or so years.
"No, now answer my question brat."
"I'm going to train, not leave me alone!" Trunks said the one thing his father would except. Vegeta just grunted and looked at all the capsules in his bag.
"For a long time?" he asked.
"Don't know, now leave me alone!" Trunks took off out of his window...
The memory changed to Trunks borrowing one of his mother's ships, "I'll return it one day, sides, you guys got that pathway to New Namak, you don't need it anymore." Trunks got into the ship and took off. The memories ended there. As time passed, once or twice a vision of Trunks helping people in his cloak, shoving them on stolen ships and the directions he gave them were distorted and made no sense whats so ever, seeing as they were given in a dead language that the slaves only knew. They ended there, some things flashed, like when they hit his mother, but that was it, they ended there with small flashes of things that didn't even make sense.
"Program end." A voice said.
Trunks opened his eyes, what the hell had just happened?
"Its too late, lock him up for good, we're not gonna get the memories, they're gone." The man cursed.
"At least we have the boy who started all of this." Trunks was hauled to his feet and taken back to his cell. As the months passed in pain and agony, being beaten everyday, he regained his energy. He made friends with some of the guards and soon he had an escape plan. The one thing that foiled his escape plan was his family. They had come to visit him.