The Story of Truten
Introduction
The sun beat down on a motionless figure beneath it. His mind raced even as a cold sweat formed around him. "Great- it's about a hundred and ten degrees and I am fucking cold." He screamed to the desert sand. "Survival Training" He had said. "Bull shit! Why couldn't the bastard just finish me off!"
***3 Hours Later***
'I am so tired. I have got to stay awake. I know, I will just concentrate on some thing-any thing. Let me see. where am I? Some place very hot and. sandy. What am I doing here? Survival Training- Bull Shit. What am I? A Goner. Ugh! Where the hell did that come from? I will not die- not now any way. Lets see. concentration. I know! I'll play chess in my mind.. No, that's not good. They're like little people and I feel responsible for their lives.'
And he was out.
A little while later- or longer than that because he had been for quite some time. He awoke to some one prodding him in his side.
"Hey kid are you alright?" A voice asked. "Because you don't look so good."
After a moment of repeat nudges to his side he finally had enough and turned over. Much to his surprise and the strangers:
"Papa?" The boy asked still only half conscious.
"Whoa! Trunks is that you?! Trunks I'm not Vegeta it's me- Goku!"
"Goku? Goku Son?!"
"Wow Trunks you must be pretty out of it to think that I was."
"I am not Trunks." The stranger cut in.
"Your not? But you look."
"My name is Truten I- I'm sorry I thought you were Son Goten."
And the boy was out again.
Introduction
The sun beat down on a motionless figure beneath it. His mind raced even as a cold sweat formed around him. "Great- it's about a hundred and ten degrees and I am fucking cold." He screamed to the desert sand. "Survival Training" He had said. "Bull shit! Why couldn't the bastard just finish me off!"
***3 Hours Later***
'I am so tired. I have got to stay awake. I know, I will just concentrate on some thing-any thing. Let me see. where am I? Some place very hot and. sandy. What am I doing here? Survival Training- Bull Shit. What am I? A Goner. Ugh! Where the hell did that come from? I will not die- not now any way. Lets see. concentration. I know! I'll play chess in my mind.. No, that's not good. They're like little people and I feel responsible for their lives.'
And he was out.
A little while later- or longer than that because he had been for quite some time. He awoke to some one prodding him in his side.
"Hey kid are you alright?" A voice asked. "Because you don't look so good."
After a moment of repeat nudges to his side he finally had enough and turned over. Much to his surprise and the strangers:
"Papa?" The boy asked still only half conscious.
"Whoa! Trunks is that you?! Trunks I'm not Vegeta it's me- Goku!"
"Goku? Goku Son?!"
"Wow Trunks you must be pretty out of it to think that I was."
"I am not Trunks." The stranger cut in.
"Your not? But you look."
"My name is Truten I- I'm sorry I thought you were Son Goten."
And the boy was out again.
