+++Disclaimer+++
I don't own DragonBallZ or any of the characters.
+++Explanations+++ This story is as if the History of Trunks movie never existed. I've changed
a few things for plot purposes, but nothing big like names, races, etc.
Trunks narrates the story.
+++Chapter 2+++
When Serena and I were just 5 and 6 years old, those were the good years. We'd managed to stay hidden from the androids underground; all of West City was in the underground compound then. Gohan worked at Capsule Corp. with Mom, and Chi-Chi would stay home and babysit Serena and me during the day. We fought a lot back then, obviously, we were just little kids. But I remember Gohan coming home from work and playing with us for hours. Yeah, those were the fun times. When we turned 7, though, he started training us. It was some harsh shit, let me tell you. And things were never the same. It was training, day and night, constantly, until that night in April.it was rainy, and Gohan couldn't see them sneak up on him. I.I don't really like talking about that.
So then Serena and I were on our own, training each other, going through the preteen and teenage years in a love-hate relationship. We would be best friends one moment and worst enemies the next. It was strange, yes, but also comforting in some ways to know that you had both a friend and an enemy in one person, since everyone else avoided us for being 'weird'. We were told over and over and over not to fight the androids, that we were going to get ourselves killed, but we were hungry for action while we went through high school, and that's what we got. Instead of those androids chasing us down as it had always been, it was us chasing them down when we wanted a good fight, even though we would lose. The good thing was, I guess, that when we knew we were about out of energy and ready to give in, we would quit. We kept reassuring ourselves that we fought them for the fun of it, but deep down I think we both knew that we really just hoped one day to prove to Gohan that we could do what he didn't and impress him, even though he wasn't there anymore.
I don't own DragonBallZ or any of the characters.
+++Explanations+++ This story is as if the History of Trunks movie never existed. I've changed
a few things for plot purposes, but nothing big like names, races, etc.
Trunks narrates the story.
+++Chapter 2+++
When Serena and I were just 5 and 6 years old, those were the good years. We'd managed to stay hidden from the androids underground; all of West City was in the underground compound then. Gohan worked at Capsule Corp. with Mom, and Chi-Chi would stay home and babysit Serena and me during the day. We fought a lot back then, obviously, we were just little kids. But I remember Gohan coming home from work and playing with us for hours. Yeah, those were the fun times. When we turned 7, though, he started training us. It was some harsh shit, let me tell you. And things were never the same. It was training, day and night, constantly, until that night in April.it was rainy, and Gohan couldn't see them sneak up on him. I.I don't really like talking about that.
So then Serena and I were on our own, training each other, going through the preteen and teenage years in a love-hate relationship. We would be best friends one moment and worst enemies the next. It was strange, yes, but also comforting in some ways to know that you had both a friend and an enemy in one person, since everyone else avoided us for being 'weird'. We were told over and over and over not to fight the androids, that we were going to get ourselves killed, but we were hungry for action while we went through high school, and that's what we got. Instead of those androids chasing us down as it had always been, it was us chasing them down when we wanted a good fight, even though we would lose. The good thing was, I guess, that when we knew we were about out of energy and ready to give in, we would quit. We kept reassuring ourselves that we fought them for the fun of it, but deep down I think we both knew that we really just hoped one day to prove to Gohan that we could do what he didn't and impress him, even though he wasn't there anymore.