*MT is sitting in the corner, glaring at Anshin. Several minutes pass.*
What?!
MT: Omae o korosu.
O.O; Oooookay…what did I do this time? Gaaah! Trunks has a Chibi Heero in his head! *screams and hides*
MT: *evil smirk*
Why you little—
MT: Hey, we gotta keep this PG.
Grrr…omae o korosu, baka.
MT: *death glare*
*sticks tongue out* Fine. Then I won't tell you who's here.
MT: I don't care.
You will. I had to pull some strings with Baba to get him here.
Mirai Gohan: Trunks, come out.
MT: Nani? Gohan?
MG: Yes.
MT: GOHAN!!!!! *runs out of the corner and hugs Gohan*
O.O; Um…yeah. Trunks-chan, sometimes I worry about you.
MT: Gohan…Gohan…Gohan…why did you have to go alone?
MG: Nani? Trunks?
Oi, this could be a problem. Yo, Gohan, I'm supposed to be interviewing you.
MG: Well, I would love to help you, but Trunks won't let go! If my hand was free—
Allow me—*goes SSJ and knocks Trunks out*
MG: Thanks.
Gomen, Trunks…Oh yeah! And this chapter contains LOTS of spoilers from The History of Trunks, so if you haven't seen it or don't like spoilers, don't read this chapter. Gohan! Do the disclaimer for me, please.
MG: They know. If you owned it, you wouldn't be writing fanfics, you'd be writing new episodes.
…Good point. Okay, that A/N was too long, so on with the fic!
Ani: Now, Gohan, I'm going to play a recording of someone. I'm sure you'll recognize it. If this upsets you in any way (mainly because it upset Trunks), tell me. *presses 'play'*
Tape player: Let's take a couple of hot shots. Maybe we'll get lucky.
MG: Yeah, I know who that is. It's Jinzouningen Juunana Gou.
Ani: *figures she'd better take it easy, 'cause MG doesn't look too happy* Can you tell us what was going on that day?
MG: Sure. It certainly started like any other day—you wake up half-deprived of sleep, wondering if today is your last day.
Ani: Sounds tough.
MG: You have no idea. Very much against Bulma's wishes, I had been training Trunks. We were flying out over the city…
(A/N: For convenience, the rest of this will not be in script format.)
We were flying low, but not so low that people would see us and be scared. Ever since the Jinzouningen began using flight and ki blasts for their own twisted purposes, the people of Earth were frightened of everyone that could harness those powers. So Trunks and I had to be careful.
A mass of terror-stricken people stampeded like wild beasts from SuperWorld. Judging by the explosion that had just rang out from the roller coaster entrance, they were running from Juunana and Juhachi.
"This is it, Trunks," I said, increasing my speed. He had worked hard, and I was sure that while this would be no piece of cake, we should be able to take them down. We landed near the carousel where the hell-spawned twins appeared to be expecting us.
"Oh, look, it's Blondie. 'Cept his hair's black today," Juhachi said in slight monotone.
"I know. He's copying me," Juunana replied with mock annoyance. I took my stance, prepared for the inevitable (and partially desired) battle that was about to commence.
"Leave this to me, Trunks," I said, and Trunks confirmed with a 'right', backing out of my way. Juhachi was riding sidesaddle on the carousel. She was not an imminent danger, so I went for Juunana.
After we had exchanged a few blows in what we silently agreed was a warm-up, I sailed backward into the air and went Super Saiyan as I prepared a ki blast.
It was a hit, and I dove for him. Juhachi came out of nowhere and knocked me into a nearby building. I hit the ground, and shards of glass from the window I had just smashed into rained down around me.
Juunana landed behind Juhachi. "Where did all that come from?" he asked his sister, who was still positioned as if she had just thrown the punch.
"He's dangerous today. Something's got him riled up. Let's work this together." She said calmly, and lowered her arms.
"Cool," replied Juunana, and they both lunged at me.
Two people were taking me on at once, and I was getting my wind knocked out. I needed help, but I didn't want to call out to Trunks and endanger him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him voluntarily swoop in to my aid, and he succeeded in getting the female Jinzouningen off my tail.
She threw a blast at him, which he took full in the chest and sprang back at her, never loosing concentration.
I half-watched as the two scaled the Ferris wheel, and I decided Trunks could take care of himself as Juunana planted his fist in my cheek. I stumbled sideways, then flew back at him with a kick aimed for his stomach. He dodged, as I had expected, and I whirled with a fast Kamehameha.
Juunana picked himself up, glanced at the top of the Ferris wheel, and smirked. I looked up to see Juhachi dangling Trunks by the shirt collar, about to blast him at point blank.
"Oh no—TRUNKS!"
Juhachi let go of my young friend and I dashed up to catch him. Juhachi fired at us and I turned, shielding Trunks from the blast. The hot energy stung my shoulder, but I didn't care. I could feel Trunks' shallow breaths against my chest, and all I knew was that I had to get him out of there right then.
I dropped to the ground and ran. Those mechanical monsters were toying with us. They let us get away. With Trunks out and me as vulnerable as I was in trying to protect him, they could have killed us right then and there. But no, that would have spoiled their fun.
I ducked behind a half-demolished wall and hugged Trunks as close to me as I could, thanking Kami-sama that the Jinzouningen couldn't sense energy. I glanced around the corner and saw Juunana touch down.
"Where did he go?" he said.
I could feel sweat trickling down my face. I looked around the other side to see Juhachi land. My body was shaking and my breathing was quickening. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I was absolutely terrified, more for Trunks' life than my own. I knew that if I tried to run, they would see me and, more likely than not, kill me or Trunks, or both of us. But if I stayed here…they would probably find us, so either way, I was going to die.
The twins were arguing; that much I could comprehend, but my mind was working so hard on devising a plan that I couldn't tell what they were saying, nor did I much care. They were discussing how to annihilate us, I guessed. I tuned my hearing in to their conversation.
"Let's take a couple of hot shots," Juunana said. "Maybe we'll get lucky."
"Cool," was Juhachi's only reply.
I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed Trunks' limp body closer to my chest. I couldn't let go of him, that much was certain. A huge explosion of ki engulfed us, and I flew unwillingly into the dust, welcoming the blanket of darkness that blurred my vision as the hard ground rushed up to meet me.
I didn't know how long I had lain there, bleeding in the dirt. I forced my eyes opened, dimly aware of the agony embracing my body.
The Jinzouningen had left, and I couldn't have been more thankful. I realized that Trunks was no longer beside me, and I pulled myself forward, causing hot, sharp pain to jolt up my body like lightning. I groaned and let myself go limp again, flopping back onto the ground.
I had never been so exhausted in my life. That one motion had caused me more pain and had sapped more of the little energy I had left than anything I had ever experienced. I looked up and saw Trunks' body, and I prayed that he was still alive. My mind told me that we were only ten or 15 feet apart, but my tired, aching body told me that my companion was twenty miles away.
I tried to focus my mind on what had happened. My stomach lurched as I realized with a terrible sense of horror that I couldn't feel my left arm. It wasn't just that it was numb, I couldn't feel it against my side like I should have. I dared a glance backwards to see why this was so.
All I could see was a limp, empty, bloodstained sleeve. There was nothing where my left arm should have been.
My stomach lurched again, and I dragged myself forward another few feet. I didn't have time to worry about this minor setback. I reached back towards my waist and fumbled to undo the bag of senzu beans from my belt. It felt like forever before the loop finally came undone, and I forced my hand back in front of me.
I tugged at the knot with my teeth. I was breathing hard, and my sudden dizziness and the sensation of a hot liquid running down my left side told me that I had lost a lot of blood due to this extreme injury. But I continued pulling at the rope until at long last it fell away. I laid down the bag and picked it up by the bottom, emptying its sacred contents—the last of the senzu beans.
One.
One little bean tumbled from the pouch. 'Kami-sama, no, there has to be more…' I thought. I shook the bag, but nothing more came out. I dropped the useless piece of cloth and, with and enormous effort, reached for the bean. I scooped the tiny thing up and looked at it. This little bean had the power to rejuvinate you, heal all wounds, even to regenerate limbs, and I knew it could save either Trunks or me.
"Now, Gohan," I said to myself, "what would your father do?" The truth was, I knew what Dad would do. I just had to tell myself to make that same decision.
If I ate the bean, it would immediately heal me, regenerate my arm, and give me all the energy I needed. I could carry Trunks back to Capsule Corps, where Bulma could take care of him…but that didn't seem right. If Trunks then died, it would be my fault, and I couldn't live with that.
I groaned again, turned onto my right side, and heaved my half-limp body towards Trunks. I winced and dropped myself next to him. I couldn't tell whether he was alive or not.
"Hey, little bro," I forced the words through labored breath. "You did great. Here, swallow this—" I pressed the senzu bean into his mouth, and to my relief, felt the faintest trace of hot air against my hand. "Live…you've got to live…"
My body had had enough, and my mind went with it. Once again, I fell into the open arms of darkness, letting my eyes roll back and my head fall with a dead 'thud' onto my arm.
I must have still been unconscious, but I could somehow half-sense what was going on. I was in pain, but my body was so numb I could hardly feel it. I was being half-carried and half-dragged. I couldn't get enough air into my lungs to fully regain consciousness, yet I was dimly aware of someone talking to me.
"Hang on, Gohan, we're almost there. Please, don't die on me…"
A door clicked open, and I heard Bulma's voice. "Oh my gosh! Trunks, what happened?"
My weight was being shuffled on Trunks' shoulders. "To be blunt, we got beat up." I was glad Trunks was alive, but my mind was too clouded for me too think at all. My chest felt constricted, and it hurt to breathe.
"Oh, no, his arm—quick, get him to a bed."
I was limply dropped onto a bed, and my breathing became easier. My mind started to work again, and I opened my right eye. Though my vision was somewhat fuzzy, I could make out Bulma and Trunks standing over me.
"Now Gohan, this is going to hurt…" I moaned and glanced down at the needle Bulma was holding just as she gently stabbed it into my injured arm.
Trunks dipped out of my sight, and I cried out in pain as I heard the door close. I didn't know what she had injected into me, but suddenly all my dull aches were transformed into sharp, hot jabs of intense and absolute agony. My head swam, and I blacked out again for at least another three days.
Note-all reviewers get a free clone of their favorite anime character.
MG: Resorting to bribery, huh? Pathetic.
Shaddup, Gohan. Be helpful and go wake up Trunks or something. Next chapter—Mirai Bulma's POV. See ya!
-Anshin d;D