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Hello to all that are reading this fic. I gave up hours of my
sit-around-and do-nothing time, to write this second chapter.
And to be honest I don't think this story's half bad. (Amazing
the ideas you come up with when your bored out of your skull)
Now this chapters mainly just Trunks and Bra growing up, and I won't go into too much detail. Because to be honest I don't rave on and on and on, when I write. (I've tried but I just can't do it) Just to let you know, the age difference between them is about two years.
Also over all I don't think my story here will be very long once I've completed it.
*************************************************************** ****** Trunks lay awake, he couldn't sleep no matter how hard he tried. Maybe It was the island, and the noise of the waves crashing against the shore. To be honest he didn't like it here, he preferred staying with his grandparent's on the weekends at Capsule Corp. Trunks continued to toss and turn till he finally gave up and went outside.
He sat down on the beach. It were nights like this that he wondered how his life would be like if his mother was never taken away. Most of all he wondered how his father would be different. His father as he knew him, was tough and harsh, yet if he ever popped the question of his mother, he could turn into the saddest person that Trunks had ever met. If his mother was still alive, would she be sad lonely also.
* * * Vegeta woke to the waves crashing against the shore. He looked next to him hoping she'd be there, and the last six years had been a bad dream. Nobody lay next to him. He held back the tears, he had cried enough already. Anyway he had to be strong for his son.
He got up and went outside to start his morning training. As he glanced down the beach he noticed a hint of violet among the yellow of the sand. He walked down the beach to find Trunks lying a sleep. Crabs scurrying around him.
Vegeta shook his head, If he kept this up the kid was going to catch a cold. He picked him up and carried him to his bed.
* * * Trunks woke to the sounds of his father training, as he always did in the morning.
He ran his fingers through his hair, for some reason he had sand in it. He turned to the clock next to his bed, 8:30, it wasn't too early to see Gohan.
* * * It seemed as if he had known Gohan since forever. Trunks had always wanted a sibling, so he had always considered Gohan as an older brother.
He knocked on the door, Chi-chi answered.
He envy Gohan for having grown up with a mother, even if his father did die when he was just a little kid.
"Is Gohan here?" he asked.
Chi-chi nodded, looking at Trunks had always reminded her of how she had always wanted another child.
"Gohan!" she yelled over her shoulder.
Gohan came to the door, even though most eighteen year olds considered hanging out with little kids a dag, he had always treated Trunks as a younger brother.
"Hey Trunks."
If Gohan hadn't given up his training and dedicated himself to studying, Trunks would have asked him to spar with him. But Trunks had been at Gohan's level when he was six, and so they usually just hung out.
"Hi Gohan," he greeted.
"You wanna go for a walk?" Gohan enjoyed walking in the woods, but never had the time any more.
Trunks nodded his head.
Ever since he had stared visiting Gohan, Trunks had found the woods around his home peaceful. He could see why Gohan and his mother liked living here.
After a while He asked the question his father would never answer. "Gohan, what was my mother like?"
Gohan paused to think about it. "Well she was strong minded, she could almost be as scary my mother at time to time, but she wasn't a mean person. She was always nice to me. But the one main thing I can remember about her was how smart she was. Like she could fix anything, she even built a radar that could detect dragonballs ."
Trunks nodded his head, he had heard enough.
* * *
Bulma fiddled with the wires inside the space pod Freeza had told her to fix. Turn's out some idiot of a solider, got frustrated with it, and banged the control panel in. If she ever found the guy, she swore that she would ring their neck.
She moved the last wire into place, and breathed a sigh of relief, she'd been working on this piece of junk for two hours. She moved away and pressed what she though was the on button on the ships controller. The whole thing exploded.
She dropped the control and kicked it into the smoking shell, turns out she pressed the self destruct button by mistake. Some how that mistake seemed familiar.
Bulma looked down at her watch, it was time to check on Bra.
* * *
Bra stood opposite Zarbon in the training room, he had spent the last month training her. Bra had to omit she enjoyed fighting one hundred times more than she would have expected.
Zarbon stared at Bra, she learnt faster than anybody he had ever met. Faster than any normal Saiyan. Maybe it was because she was half human, and that humans generally learnt fast. She may even over power him one day.
"Are you ready to start again?" he asked.
She nodded.
He was still amazed that she had learnt all the basics in under a month.
Bra started a furry of kicks and punches, Zarbon blocked them all. As soon as she started to tire he knocked her back in to the wall. Not hard, but just enough to make it hurt. He watched as she slowly got up and came at him again. She defiantly had a Saiyan fighting spirit.
* * *
Freeza watched the security cameras, he had made a hobby of watching his new pet. Like Zarbon, he was amazed at how fast the brat learnt. For normal children it could take up to a year to learn what she had in a month. This girl could be a perfect fighter, she could destroy worlds with a flick of her wrist. The only ever present danger would be her rebelling against him like her father had done before her. Of course it wasn't as if she could ever become strong enough to put a dent in him. No matter what she did he could live on. Some considered immortality a curse, he considered it the greatest power in existence.
* * * * * Trunks stared at his calendar. He had circled tomorrow, the day he turned eleven. Birthdays meant absolutely nothing to his father, maybe it was because he'd never celebrated his. To be honest Trunks didn't know how much longer his father would be around. He was still having a hard time coping with the loss of his mother. Even after all these years his father was finding it impossible to go on, he was slowly giving up all hope that she was still alive.
Trunks sighed. He hardly saw Gohan any more, he was engaged to this girl he met in high school named Videl. She was nice and Trunks liked her, but Gohan had dedicated every second of his time to her. He hadn't seen him for three months.
He found it hard not having anyone to talk to. It were times like these that he did wish he had a sibling.
Trunks had spent most of the last few months at Capsule Corp. At lest in West city he had a few friends. His grandfathers health had been slowly fading, and he need him to keep Capsule Corp up and running.
Trunks tor his eyes away from the calender and went down to breakfast.
He just caught his father before he had started his early morning training.
"Morning dad," Vegeta just looked to him then walked out the door.
Trunks sighed. His father rarely talked, and his face was always expressionless.
Trunks sat down at the table, he longed to have a proper relationship with his father. The only time they spent any time at all together, was when they were training. Other than that Vegeta practically acted as if he didn't exist.
Trunks stood up, it was time he talked to his father.
He walked outside to where his father would be training.
What he saw made him run.
His father had finally done it. His father had decide that he could no longer hack it, and had done what Trunks always feared he would do.
He stared at his fathers dead body, he couldn't stay here a second longer.
* * * Bulma suddenly became overwhelmed with a sudden feeling of sadness. She didn't have a clue why, it was just this feeling in her heart.
She counted the years in her head. It had been nine years since she had her mind wiped. And since then she had tried desperately to remember who she was, and most of all who her daughters father was. She knew in her heart that she must have loved him.
She didn't see Bra as much as she would like, Freeza had started putting her too work. Clearing planets and stuff like that.
Of course he wasn't any easier on her, Freeza worked her to the bone fixing things. It didn't help that everyone that worked for Freeza, weren't exactly easy on anything mechanical.
Zarbon no longer trained Bra, she had already over powered him long ago, When she had finally become a Supper Saiyan. She smiled as she remembered the look on Freeza's face, it was classic.
When she had first started working for Freeza she hadn't considered him to be evil, yet Bra had. Now that was slowly reversing. Bulma was beginning to question how she got here. And why they had the need to erase all memories of her past. What exactly didn't they want her to know.
* * * Bra stood at the edge of a cliff, of some foreign planet. She wrapped her tail around her waist.
Freeza had sent her to clear this bowl of mud. She had to omit she was starting to enjoy this job of clearing planets. It was if she craved for destruction and enjoyed killing. She didn't know why, and frankly she didn't care, she was having way too much fun.
She looked down, below her stood a small alien village. She clicked on her scouter, their power levels were pathetic, she'd have this planet cleared and ready for sale in no time.
She aimed and fired a ki blast that left the village reduced to dust. For all her life this is what she craved for.
* * * For the past six years Trunks had roamed the streets. After his father committed suicide he couldn't bare to go back to the place he had lived for nine years. Even though he had lived on the streets he had kept training like his father would have wanted.
He had just come from the hospital, his grandfather was dieing. He knew he'd have to take over Capsule Corp once he died. As his grandmother had put it, it would be what his mother would have wanted.
He knew he had to do it, if for a another reason to repay everything his grandparents had done over the years.
He'd see Gohan a lot. He'd been constantly trying to convince him to get off the streets and go live with what was left of his family. Trunks hadn't listened to a word of what he had said. Gohan had no way to stop him. Trunks was a Super Saiyan and Gohan wasn't. Gohan's power had become weaker over the years, and now he had other things to worry about. Like his three year old daughter.
Trunks stared up at the sky that was slowly becoming darker. Things would have been a whole lot easier if his mother was still here.
* * * Bra walked down the hall way of Freeza'a battle ship. She flicked her long hair behind her shoulders as she walked.
Her orders were to see Freeza's. Over the years she had become one of his most faithful servants, and to think as a child she had hated him.
She came to the door of Freeza's throne room, Zarbon stood guarding it.
"Lady Bra what a pleasure to see you."
"Spare the small talk Zarbon let me in," He opened the door as she asked.
She walked past him with her nose held high, she thought of all these soldiers as insects.
She walked through to see Freeza sitting in his huge chair as always. She kneeled before him.
"Lord Freeza how may I be of survive?" she lived to serve.
Freeza smiled, after all these years she had now become his faithful pet at last.
"Were plotting a new course to a planet name Earth, You shall accompany Zarbon and ten ground troops. Your objective is to bring me the Saiyan Vegeta," It was time he payed Vegeta a little visit.
Bra nodded her head, what ever Freeza told her to do she'd do.
She stood up to leave.
"Wait," commanded Freeza.
She did as he said.
He rose from his chair and walked down to her.
"Turn around"
Not long after she turned around, she felt a sudden wave of pain in her lower back. Her tail dropped to the ground.
"A tail is nothing but a weakness, remember that," he went back to his chair.
Bra put her hand over where her tail used to be, she held back any tears of pain.
She bowed and left the room.
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Look I'll bet you $100 000 000 that none of you will be able to tell what's going to happen next.
You may have noticed in my stories I don't use many Japanese words or names, the reason is I just don't know how to spell half of them.
Please review, there is an unwritten agreement that if you review I write, and if I a write you review. Also if no one reviews it may cause me to go into depression, and no longer write ever again. (HA as if that would happen)
Now this chapters mainly just Trunks and Bra growing up, and I won't go into too much detail. Because to be honest I don't rave on and on and on, when I write. (I've tried but I just can't do it) Just to let you know, the age difference between them is about two years.
Also over all I don't think my story here will be very long once I've completed it.
*************************************************************** ****** Trunks lay awake, he couldn't sleep no matter how hard he tried. Maybe It was the island, and the noise of the waves crashing against the shore. To be honest he didn't like it here, he preferred staying with his grandparent's on the weekends at Capsule Corp. Trunks continued to toss and turn till he finally gave up and went outside.
He sat down on the beach. It were nights like this that he wondered how his life would be like if his mother was never taken away. Most of all he wondered how his father would be different. His father as he knew him, was tough and harsh, yet if he ever popped the question of his mother, he could turn into the saddest person that Trunks had ever met. If his mother was still alive, would she be sad lonely also.
* * * Vegeta woke to the waves crashing against the shore. He looked next to him hoping she'd be there, and the last six years had been a bad dream. Nobody lay next to him. He held back the tears, he had cried enough already. Anyway he had to be strong for his son.
He got up and went outside to start his morning training. As he glanced down the beach he noticed a hint of violet among the yellow of the sand. He walked down the beach to find Trunks lying a sleep. Crabs scurrying around him.
Vegeta shook his head, If he kept this up the kid was going to catch a cold. He picked him up and carried him to his bed.
* * * Trunks woke to the sounds of his father training, as he always did in the morning.
He ran his fingers through his hair, for some reason he had sand in it. He turned to the clock next to his bed, 8:30, it wasn't too early to see Gohan.
* * * It seemed as if he had known Gohan since forever. Trunks had always wanted a sibling, so he had always considered Gohan as an older brother.
He knocked on the door, Chi-chi answered.
He envy Gohan for having grown up with a mother, even if his father did die when he was just a little kid.
"Is Gohan here?" he asked.
Chi-chi nodded, looking at Trunks had always reminded her of how she had always wanted another child.
"Gohan!" she yelled over her shoulder.
Gohan came to the door, even though most eighteen year olds considered hanging out with little kids a dag, he had always treated Trunks as a younger brother.
"Hey Trunks."
If Gohan hadn't given up his training and dedicated himself to studying, Trunks would have asked him to spar with him. But Trunks had been at Gohan's level when he was six, and so they usually just hung out.
"Hi Gohan," he greeted.
"You wanna go for a walk?" Gohan enjoyed walking in the woods, but never had the time any more.
Trunks nodded his head.
Ever since he had stared visiting Gohan, Trunks had found the woods around his home peaceful. He could see why Gohan and his mother liked living here.
After a while He asked the question his father would never answer. "Gohan, what was my mother like?"
Gohan paused to think about it. "Well she was strong minded, she could almost be as scary my mother at time to time, but she wasn't a mean person. She was always nice to me. But the one main thing I can remember about her was how smart she was. Like she could fix anything, she even built a radar that could detect dragonballs ."
Trunks nodded his head, he had heard enough.
* * *
Bulma fiddled with the wires inside the space pod Freeza had told her to fix. Turn's out some idiot of a solider, got frustrated with it, and banged the control panel in. If she ever found the guy, she swore that she would ring their neck.
She moved the last wire into place, and breathed a sigh of relief, she'd been working on this piece of junk for two hours. She moved away and pressed what she though was the on button on the ships controller. The whole thing exploded.
She dropped the control and kicked it into the smoking shell, turns out she pressed the self destruct button by mistake. Some how that mistake seemed familiar.
Bulma looked down at her watch, it was time to check on Bra.
* * *
Bra stood opposite Zarbon in the training room, he had spent the last month training her. Bra had to omit she enjoyed fighting one hundred times more than she would have expected.
Zarbon stared at Bra, she learnt faster than anybody he had ever met. Faster than any normal Saiyan. Maybe it was because she was half human, and that humans generally learnt fast. She may even over power him one day.
"Are you ready to start again?" he asked.
She nodded.
He was still amazed that she had learnt all the basics in under a month.
Bra started a furry of kicks and punches, Zarbon blocked them all. As soon as she started to tire he knocked her back in to the wall. Not hard, but just enough to make it hurt. He watched as she slowly got up and came at him again. She defiantly had a Saiyan fighting spirit.
* * *
Freeza watched the security cameras, he had made a hobby of watching his new pet. Like Zarbon, he was amazed at how fast the brat learnt. For normal children it could take up to a year to learn what she had in a month. This girl could be a perfect fighter, she could destroy worlds with a flick of her wrist. The only ever present danger would be her rebelling against him like her father had done before her. Of course it wasn't as if she could ever become strong enough to put a dent in him. No matter what she did he could live on. Some considered immortality a curse, he considered it the greatest power in existence.
* * * * * Trunks stared at his calendar. He had circled tomorrow, the day he turned eleven. Birthdays meant absolutely nothing to his father, maybe it was because he'd never celebrated his. To be honest Trunks didn't know how much longer his father would be around. He was still having a hard time coping with the loss of his mother. Even after all these years his father was finding it impossible to go on, he was slowly giving up all hope that she was still alive.
Trunks sighed. He hardly saw Gohan any more, he was engaged to this girl he met in high school named Videl. She was nice and Trunks liked her, but Gohan had dedicated every second of his time to her. He hadn't seen him for three months.
He found it hard not having anyone to talk to. It were times like these that he did wish he had a sibling.
Trunks had spent most of the last few months at Capsule Corp. At lest in West city he had a few friends. His grandfathers health had been slowly fading, and he need him to keep Capsule Corp up and running.
Trunks tor his eyes away from the calender and went down to breakfast.
He just caught his father before he had started his early morning training.
"Morning dad," Vegeta just looked to him then walked out the door.
Trunks sighed. His father rarely talked, and his face was always expressionless.
Trunks sat down at the table, he longed to have a proper relationship with his father. The only time they spent any time at all together, was when they were training. Other than that Vegeta practically acted as if he didn't exist.
Trunks stood up, it was time he talked to his father.
He walked outside to where his father would be training.
What he saw made him run.
His father had finally done it. His father had decide that he could no longer hack it, and had done what Trunks always feared he would do.
He stared at his fathers dead body, he couldn't stay here a second longer.
* * * Bulma suddenly became overwhelmed with a sudden feeling of sadness. She didn't have a clue why, it was just this feeling in her heart.
She counted the years in her head. It had been nine years since she had her mind wiped. And since then she had tried desperately to remember who she was, and most of all who her daughters father was. She knew in her heart that she must have loved him.
She didn't see Bra as much as she would like, Freeza had started putting her too work. Clearing planets and stuff like that.
Of course he wasn't any easier on her, Freeza worked her to the bone fixing things. It didn't help that everyone that worked for Freeza, weren't exactly easy on anything mechanical.
Zarbon no longer trained Bra, she had already over powered him long ago, When she had finally become a Supper Saiyan. She smiled as she remembered the look on Freeza's face, it was classic.
When she had first started working for Freeza she hadn't considered him to be evil, yet Bra had. Now that was slowly reversing. Bulma was beginning to question how she got here. And why they had the need to erase all memories of her past. What exactly didn't they want her to know.
* * * Bra stood at the edge of a cliff, of some foreign planet. She wrapped her tail around her waist.
Freeza had sent her to clear this bowl of mud. She had to omit she was starting to enjoy this job of clearing planets. It was if she craved for destruction and enjoyed killing. She didn't know why, and frankly she didn't care, she was having way too much fun.
She looked down, below her stood a small alien village. She clicked on her scouter, their power levels were pathetic, she'd have this planet cleared and ready for sale in no time.
She aimed and fired a ki blast that left the village reduced to dust. For all her life this is what she craved for.
* * * For the past six years Trunks had roamed the streets. After his father committed suicide he couldn't bare to go back to the place he had lived for nine years. Even though he had lived on the streets he had kept training like his father would have wanted.
He had just come from the hospital, his grandfather was dieing. He knew he'd have to take over Capsule Corp once he died. As his grandmother had put it, it would be what his mother would have wanted.
He knew he had to do it, if for a another reason to repay everything his grandparents had done over the years.
He'd see Gohan a lot. He'd been constantly trying to convince him to get off the streets and go live with what was left of his family. Trunks hadn't listened to a word of what he had said. Gohan had no way to stop him. Trunks was a Super Saiyan and Gohan wasn't. Gohan's power had become weaker over the years, and now he had other things to worry about. Like his three year old daughter.
Trunks stared up at the sky that was slowly becoming darker. Things would have been a whole lot easier if his mother was still here.
* * * Bra walked down the hall way of Freeza'a battle ship. She flicked her long hair behind her shoulders as she walked.
Her orders were to see Freeza's. Over the years she had become one of his most faithful servants, and to think as a child she had hated him.
She came to the door of Freeza's throne room, Zarbon stood guarding it.
"Lady Bra what a pleasure to see you."
"Spare the small talk Zarbon let me in," He opened the door as she asked.
She walked past him with her nose held high, she thought of all these soldiers as insects.
She walked through to see Freeza sitting in his huge chair as always. She kneeled before him.
"Lord Freeza how may I be of survive?" she lived to serve.
Freeza smiled, after all these years she had now become his faithful pet at last.
"Were plotting a new course to a planet name Earth, You shall accompany Zarbon and ten ground troops. Your objective is to bring me the Saiyan Vegeta," It was time he payed Vegeta a little visit.
Bra nodded her head, what ever Freeza told her to do she'd do.
She stood up to leave.
"Wait," commanded Freeza.
She did as he said.
He rose from his chair and walked down to her.
"Turn around"
Not long after she turned around, she felt a sudden wave of pain in her lower back. Her tail dropped to the ground.
"A tail is nothing but a weakness, remember that," he went back to his chair.
Bra put her hand over where her tail used to be, she held back any tears of pain.
She bowed and left the room.
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Look I'll bet you $100 000 000 that none of you will be able to tell what's going to happen next.
You may have noticed in my stories I don't use many Japanese words or names, the reason is I just don't know how to spell half of them.
Please review, there is an unwritten agreement that if you review I write, and if I a write you review. Also if no one reviews it may cause me to go into depression, and no longer write ever again. (HA as if that would happen)