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The Deaths of Two Great Heros
Part 2:
Chapter 2: Quest for the Dragon Balls
Trunks was deep in thought as he flew over the cold, desolate world below him; full of soo much destruction, full of so much pain; like himself, he thought.
He flew for a long time, wandering the depths of his mind, pondering what to do next. He had never felt so alone. He was very deep in thought, when a bright glare off some sort of polished surface caught his eye. He peered at it intently, wondering what it was, before he flew down, to take a closer look at it
He realized just what it was as he neared it, ever closer.
"A dragon ball," he whispered to himself, landing beside it. "I forgot all about these...They're so hard to find not," he said, a little more loudly, as he bent down to pick it up, out of the ruble of once a very respected building. Capsule Corporation, is home. "If I find all of these...," he wondered out loud. "Maybe then there'll be some hope...some peace, after all...or at least for me." He gazed at the fist sized dragon ball he now held in his hands. There was one red star inside this orange ball. "Six more," he thought out loud to himself. "and then my life actually might be worth living again." He carefully placed this piece of hope in his jacket pocket, and took off with a rejuvinated sense of hope, his life now actually almost worth living.
After searching through more of the ruble of his cherished childhood home, he found the dragon radar. HE turned it on as soon as he found it, and to his surprise, it actually worked! He widened the scale on he screen until he saw seven tiny lights. /Good,/ he thought to himself. /They all still exist. none of them were destroyed in this never ceasing war./ He quickly lowered the scale to see just how far away the second closest dragon ball was. /Great, 120 miles,/ Trunks thought to himself with a sigh. "Well, it's now or never." So he took off in search of the second dragon ball.
***
One year later, Trunks found himself still in search of the dragon balls, but now he only had one left. He had all of them but the two star dragon ball, which was the farthest away, and so far the hardest to find. He was getting closer to it now though, only a half a mile away and coming in fast. /At last,/ Trunks thought to himself. /My torture here in this world is almost over. Soon I can actually be bought to a place where I can actually do some good./ And for the first time in a long time, Trunks actually smiled. At some points, where his depression got the better of him, he wondered if he still knew how.
The deaths of his friends and family constantly churned over and over in his mind. Jennifer's especially. He started to tear up as he thought of it. But now, he was basically directly over the spot where the last dragon ball supposedly was. He saw nothing, so he landed down in the pile of ruble that once used to be a respected building.
As he was throwing aside more and more pieces of the crumbles building, he saw a glint of light, and turning over the last bit of ruble in front of him, he saw the last dragon ball. but with as much joy that there came with, finding this last, somewhat lay in the fresh ruins. There, resting before his very eyes, was the dead body of a young girl, no more than eight in age, grasping the dragon ball in her left hand, as she lay sprawled out on her stomach, in her once cherished home.
Trunks had to fight back tears as he went over to her and gently removed her still-warm fingers, one by one, from their clutch on the dragon ball. It pained him so much to do it, but he had no choice. If he was to go through with his wish, to try to instill some hope in this god-forsaken- world, then this was what he had to do.
When he then held the dragon ball in his own hand, he blasted a hole in the ground with a small ki blast and them lowered the little girl's body into the hole. He buried her the same as he did Jennifer, but since there were no flowers to be seen, Trunks blasted a headstone from the ruble and placed it at the top of the child's grave. He then left, and started his journey back to the ruins of his own home, to make his wish.
Along the way, it also gave him time to think; to think about his friends, his family, this past year, and, most of all, his wish; the one that would choose his destiny and hopefully make his life more bearable, maybe even worth living.
***
He finally arrived at the Capsule Corps, or at least what was left of it, after what seemed like an eternity. most of his friends or family were buried here, at least if there were any bodies left once the Androids were done with them. His poor mother, had sacrificed a death not too unlike Jennifer's. They wanted to toy with her first, and to see if they could get any names of her allies out of her. Once they found out it was hopeless, they did away with her.
Trunks could remember her death well. It was only months before. Before any of the real destruction had taken place. Goku, Gohan, Yamcha, Tien, Chowtzu, Krillin, Vegeta...Vegeta...He shivered as he remembered his father's death, the worst of them all...The Androids had done away with them quickly. They were no match for them, and were of no use to them either, so they were eliminated. Trunks had seen most of them died, but every time, he could never help. As soon as he would rush in to lend a hand, someone, some where along the line, would knock him unconscious, every single time. And every single damn time he'd wake up to hear their screams and see them die. Every single damn time. And the only reason he couldn't protect his mother was because she asked him not to. She knew that he could do anything, so she told him to go protect Jennifer to take her someplace safe, that she and him were the only chance this world had left, and now Jennifer was gone too..."Mother," Trunks thought to himself...
' "Wow are your accomplices?!" yelled 18.
"We know that you and this pathetic race wouldn't have lasted half as long without someone helping you," said 17, aiming his hand at her from above.
"I work alone!" Bulma yelled up, barely able to stand.
"Liar!" 18 screamed, and shot a hole through Bulma's side.
Bulma flew backwards, blood spurting out behind her as she hit the ground, shock waves of pain radiating through her back. You could tell the wind was knocked completely out of her, as she struggled to get up, clutching the hole in her right side. She brought her hands up to her face, to look at them, wondering why they felt so sickly warm and sticky. A look of horror slowly took over her face as she realized why her hands felt so odd. She realized why her hands had felt so odd. She was covered, drenched with the once life giving liquid that was pumped through her veins, by her once strong, now weak heart, causing her to slowly fade away. Her once faded looking blue jeans, now a deep, dark, crimson red. She struggled to get to her feet, weak from loss of blood, her legs wobbled beneath her as she tried to stand. When she finally did arise, shakily to her feet, she stared up at the Androids once more.
"Who are they?" asked 18, getting annoyed.
"And where are they?" asked 17, equally frustrate.
"I'll die before I'll tell you horrible monsters anything," she screamed at the androids. "I'd never give away my friends, my family! Never!" she cried up to them. "Never!"
"Foolish, foolish woman," said android 17, shaking his head back and forth, clearly in disgust. "You risk your life for your own friends? You put their lives in front of your own?" With that android 17 started to laugh, quickly joined in by 18.
"Are you sure you don't want to tell us?" asked 18.
"This is your last chance," said 17, eyeing her curiously.
"I'll never tell," proclaimed Bulma. "Maybe after my death there'll at least be some hope for the human race. By not telling you horrible creatures, who my accomplices are, my race may live on. There still may be hope for them after all."
"Oh please, don't make me throw up," said 18. "I mean, if I actually ate, I really would have."
"Yes, really," said 17. "Well, that was your last chance. So now," he said, looking at 18, hate and mischief in his eyes. "You time is up."
"SHINE!" they both screamed, simultaneously shooting energy beams at the unprotected Bulma. The first beam hit her in, and then through the heart, sending a spray of scarlet blood behind it. The second, was through her head, right above the spot between her eyes. Bulma's now limp body flew through the air, propelled by the intensity of the shots. Her crushed, bruised, and mangled body lay in a heap on the ground, a increasingly large pool of crimson blood forming around it.
"So now what are we supposed ti do, 17? She was one of the only leads we had left," asked 18.
"Well, we already killed how many of her friends? There were so many I lost count...Ah yes, around 48, was it?"
"Yes, very close to there, if not that, why?"
"Well, we know she only has 50 associates, right? And we still haven't found her son, Trunks yet."
"Yes, and didn't he gave a girlfriend, Jennifer?"
"Uhm...She's next. She'll get the treatment like everyone else did before she too, will die."
"I see...but what about Trunks?"
"We'll eliminate him some where along the line. He's not big threat."
"True, true...Then let's go. I don't want to wait here and end up being attacked again. Damn annoying humans. They're like really big mosquitos.
"Uhm...Really, big, fat, ugly ones. Come on, let's go."
"Yes."
And so they took off, leaving Trunks staring at what was left of his beloved mother. Jennifer, by his side, crying and sobbing. He had to pick up his mother's brutally beaten body and then bury her (like so many others), next to her already deceased husband.'
When he returned from his reverie, he found himself staring at Bulma's tombstone. He then turned and walked away, tears in his eyes, as he made his way to the dragon balls, and proceeded to call upon the eternal dragon of Earth.
***
The Deaths of Two Great Heros
Part 2:
Chapter 2: Quest for the Dragon Balls
Trunks was deep in thought as he flew over the cold, desolate world below him; full of soo much destruction, full of so much pain; like himself, he thought.
He flew for a long time, wandering the depths of his mind, pondering what to do next. He had never felt so alone. He was very deep in thought, when a bright glare off some sort of polished surface caught his eye. He peered at it intently, wondering what it was, before he flew down, to take a closer look at it
He realized just what it was as he neared it, ever closer.
"A dragon ball," he whispered to himself, landing beside it. "I forgot all about these...They're so hard to find not," he said, a little more loudly, as he bent down to pick it up, out of the ruble of once a very respected building. Capsule Corporation, is home. "If I find all of these...," he wondered out loud. "Maybe then there'll be some hope...some peace, after all...or at least for me." He gazed at the fist sized dragon ball he now held in his hands. There was one red star inside this orange ball. "Six more," he thought out loud to himself. "and then my life actually might be worth living again." He carefully placed this piece of hope in his jacket pocket, and took off with a rejuvinated sense of hope, his life now actually almost worth living.
After searching through more of the ruble of his cherished childhood home, he found the dragon radar. HE turned it on as soon as he found it, and to his surprise, it actually worked! He widened the scale on he screen until he saw seven tiny lights. /Good,/ he thought to himself. /They all still exist. none of them were destroyed in this never ceasing war./ He quickly lowered the scale to see just how far away the second closest dragon ball was. /Great, 120 miles,/ Trunks thought to himself with a sigh. "Well, it's now or never." So he took off in search of the second dragon ball.
***
One year later, Trunks found himself still in search of the dragon balls, but now he only had one left. He had all of them but the two star dragon ball, which was the farthest away, and so far the hardest to find. He was getting closer to it now though, only a half a mile away and coming in fast. /At last,/ Trunks thought to himself. /My torture here in this world is almost over. Soon I can actually be bought to a place where I can actually do some good./ And for the first time in a long time, Trunks actually smiled. At some points, where his depression got the better of him, he wondered if he still knew how.
The deaths of his friends and family constantly churned over and over in his mind. Jennifer's especially. He started to tear up as he thought of it. But now, he was basically directly over the spot where the last dragon ball supposedly was. He saw nothing, so he landed down in the pile of ruble that once used to be a respected building.
As he was throwing aside more and more pieces of the crumbles building, he saw a glint of light, and turning over the last bit of ruble in front of him, he saw the last dragon ball. but with as much joy that there came with, finding this last, somewhat lay in the fresh ruins. There, resting before his very eyes, was the dead body of a young girl, no more than eight in age, grasping the dragon ball in her left hand, as she lay sprawled out on her stomach, in her once cherished home.
Trunks had to fight back tears as he went over to her and gently removed her still-warm fingers, one by one, from their clutch on the dragon ball. It pained him so much to do it, but he had no choice. If he was to go through with his wish, to try to instill some hope in this god-forsaken- world, then this was what he had to do.
When he then held the dragon ball in his own hand, he blasted a hole in the ground with a small ki blast and them lowered the little girl's body into the hole. He buried her the same as he did Jennifer, but since there were no flowers to be seen, Trunks blasted a headstone from the ruble and placed it at the top of the child's grave. He then left, and started his journey back to the ruins of his own home, to make his wish.
Along the way, it also gave him time to think; to think about his friends, his family, this past year, and, most of all, his wish; the one that would choose his destiny and hopefully make his life more bearable, maybe even worth living.
***
He finally arrived at the Capsule Corps, or at least what was left of it, after what seemed like an eternity. most of his friends or family were buried here, at least if there were any bodies left once the Androids were done with them. His poor mother, had sacrificed a death not too unlike Jennifer's. They wanted to toy with her first, and to see if they could get any names of her allies out of her. Once they found out it was hopeless, they did away with her.
Trunks could remember her death well. It was only months before. Before any of the real destruction had taken place. Goku, Gohan, Yamcha, Tien, Chowtzu, Krillin, Vegeta...Vegeta...He shivered as he remembered his father's death, the worst of them all...The Androids had done away with them quickly. They were no match for them, and were of no use to them either, so they were eliminated. Trunks had seen most of them died, but every time, he could never help. As soon as he would rush in to lend a hand, someone, some where along the line, would knock him unconscious, every single time. And every single damn time he'd wake up to hear their screams and see them die. Every single damn time. And the only reason he couldn't protect his mother was because she asked him not to. She knew that he could do anything, so she told him to go protect Jennifer to take her someplace safe, that she and him were the only chance this world had left, and now Jennifer was gone too..."Mother," Trunks thought to himself...
' "Wow are your accomplices?!" yelled 18.
"We know that you and this pathetic race wouldn't have lasted half as long without someone helping you," said 17, aiming his hand at her from above.
"I work alone!" Bulma yelled up, barely able to stand.
"Liar!" 18 screamed, and shot a hole through Bulma's side.
Bulma flew backwards, blood spurting out behind her as she hit the ground, shock waves of pain radiating through her back. You could tell the wind was knocked completely out of her, as she struggled to get up, clutching the hole in her right side. She brought her hands up to her face, to look at them, wondering why they felt so sickly warm and sticky. A look of horror slowly took over her face as she realized why her hands felt so odd. She realized why her hands had felt so odd. She was covered, drenched with the once life giving liquid that was pumped through her veins, by her once strong, now weak heart, causing her to slowly fade away. Her once faded looking blue jeans, now a deep, dark, crimson red. She struggled to get to her feet, weak from loss of blood, her legs wobbled beneath her as she tried to stand. When she finally did arise, shakily to her feet, she stared up at the Androids once more.
"Who are they?" asked 18, getting annoyed.
"And where are they?" asked 17, equally frustrate.
"I'll die before I'll tell you horrible monsters anything," she screamed at the androids. "I'd never give away my friends, my family! Never!" she cried up to them. "Never!"
"Foolish, foolish woman," said android 17, shaking his head back and forth, clearly in disgust. "You risk your life for your own friends? You put their lives in front of your own?" With that android 17 started to laugh, quickly joined in by 18.
"Are you sure you don't want to tell us?" asked 18.
"This is your last chance," said 17, eyeing her curiously.
"I'll never tell," proclaimed Bulma. "Maybe after my death there'll at least be some hope for the human race. By not telling you horrible creatures, who my accomplices are, my race may live on. There still may be hope for them after all."
"Oh please, don't make me throw up," said 18. "I mean, if I actually ate, I really would have."
"Yes, really," said 17. "Well, that was your last chance. So now," he said, looking at 18, hate and mischief in his eyes. "You time is up."
"SHINE!" they both screamed, simultaneously shooting energy beams at the unprotected Bulma. The first beam hit her in, and then through the heart, sending a spray of scarlet blood behind it. The second, was through her head, right above the spot between her eyes. Bulma's now limp body flew through the air, propelled by the intensity of the shots. Her crushed, bruised, and mangled body lay in a heap on the ground, a increasingly large pool of crimson blood forming around it.
"So now what are we supposed ti do, 17? She was one of the only leads we had left," asked 18.
"Well, we already killed how many of her friends? There were so many I lost count...Ah yes, around 48, was it?"
"Yes, very close to there, if not that, why?"
"Well, we know she only has 50 associates, right? And we still haven't found her son, Trunks yet."
"Yes, and didn't he gave a girlfriend, Jennifer?"
"Uhm...She's next. She'll get the treatment like everyone else did before she too, will die."
"I see...but what about Trunks?"
"We'll eliminate him some where along the line. He's not big threat."
"True, true...Then let's go. I don't want to wait here and end up being attacked again. Damn annoying humans. They're like really big mosquitos.
"Uhm...Really, big, fat, ugly ones. Come on, let's go."
"Yes."
And so they took off, leaving Trunks staring at what was left of his beloved mother. Jennifer, by his side, crying and sobbing. He had to pick up his mother's brutally beaten body and then bury her (like so many others), next to her already deceased husband.'
When he returned from his reverie, he found himself staring at Bulma's tombstone. He then turned and walked away, tears in his eyes, as he made his way to the dragon balls, and proceeded to call upon the eternal dragon of Earth.
***