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Dragon Ball Z:
Trunks' Legacy
Chapter 1
A Battle Lost,
But not the War
"They're here!" the announcer said through the ship's TV, "The Androids have arrived at the Southern Continent and are wreaking havoc. And." but static filled the screen.
My mom saw me grip my hands. She didn't look at me, but knew what I was thinking.
"Trunks, you can't go off fighting the Androids," she said. She brushed her green hair, and then looked at me.
"I have to go, and you know it," I said facing the outside. I was a half Saiyan. I was the son of the prince of Saiyans and a human mechanics expert. I unbuckled my seat belt and pushed the door button.
"Trunks!" she yelled, but I was gone. I flew south of West City. My silver hair brushed across my eyes. My blue shirt with the words Capsule Corp. rippled as my blue jeans crinkled against the wind. In a few minutes, I saw a black blanket of smoke rising from the city. Among the smoke, explosions erupted. My eyes widened and I flew faster. I approached the city and saw three figures flying through the ruble. One of them was my best friend, Gohan. He too, was a half Saiyan. He was fighting the two teen Androids. As the battle continued, he was thrown to the ground and they fired energy beams.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled and flew down. I appeared in front of the blonde android and kneed her in the stomach, but she didn't flinch.
"Hey Seventeen, it's the kid!" she yelled and threw me towards Gohan.
They flew next to each other, arms crossed.
"Let's play a game," the black hair android said, "Whoever kills the blond guy wins fifty points. The boy's hardly worth anything, he's worth ten."
"Fine by me!" she yelled and fired two energy beams down.
Gohan stood up and fired his own energy beam at them. He was a super Saiyan. His appearance changed: his black hair was gold, which stood up on his head. His black eyes were now green. He was very muscular, for he trained in martial arts ever since he was a child, and he was a super Saiyan. He wore an orange gi, which was already ripped in battle. And his gold aura, continuously flowed around him.
"Trunks, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"Gohan, I saw it on the news, and knew I needed to help!"
"Well, then the odds are better. You go after Eighteen and I'll take on Seventeen!"
The two Androids smirked and dove at us. I moved fast and appeared in front of the girl. I punch forward, but she caught my fist.
"Didn't mommy ever tell you not to hit a girl?" she asked and kicked me backwards.
She laughed and came after me, energy ball in hand.
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"You're getting better Gohan, but I highly doubt your super, whatever you call it will defeat me," said Android Seventeen. He was a boy, with long black hair. He wore a black shirt and blue pants. A red handkerchief was around his neck with the letters R and R, standing for the Red Ribbon Army.
Gohan didn't respond and kicked him backwards and sent an energy beam into his direction.
Seventeen dodged it and ran up to him. He kneed him in the gut, but Gohan was able to punch him across the face. He raised his arms above his head and clasped his hands together.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled and brought them down on the Android.
He fell down and through a building. Gohan pushed his aura outwards and held his hands above his head. He cupped one hand over the other.
"Masenko ha!" he yelled and threw the energy beam down. The beam acted like a grenade and the explosion covered a wide radius. The longer it was held, the wider the radius. He dove down, ready to fight some more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Trunks, why don't you go home to your mommy where it's safe? It's too dangerous for a child like you to fight me!" she yelled and kicked me in the head, "And what's worse, I'm a girl."
I looked up at her with my only good eye; the other was black. My shirt was torn from the devastating energy attacks and beatings. I was all bruised up, and the fight had only begun.
She knocked me towards the ground and fired an energy beam which erupted on me. I arched my back in sheer pain, and the top left half of my shirt ripped off.
"HA!" came a cry and Eighteen went flying through the air, "Trunks, are you okay!?"
I pushed myself off the ruble and floated up to Gohan.
"Yeah, fine. Ugh," I moaned grabbing my chest.
"You should sit this one out."
"No, I will fight!" I yelled and white aura flowed around me, but not as fast as Gohan's. I flew forwards to Eighteen, but fell from the air again. As I fell, the last I saw was Gohan fighting fiercely above me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Ugh, what happened?"
"Trunks, good, you're awake."
I opened my eyes and found myself in my room. I saw Gohan, who was powered down; he no longer had the green eyes or gold hair. I sat up, and quickly clutched my chest.
"I guess one Senzu Bean won't do it," Gohan chuckled handing me another bean.
"What happened?"
"They won. As you fell, I had to fend them off. They took me down, but I was able to get you and use instant transmission to escape."
"Instant transmission?"
"Yes, but I'll have to go back and fight them."
"You can't go alone!" I protested stumbling out of the bed, "Train me Gohan, help me be stronger. You know you can't defeat them alone, you need my help."
"But who'll be there when I'm training you?"
"Err, Gohan, please train me."
"Heh, you're like a younger me when my mom wouldn't let me train with my father."
"So will you train me?"
"What would your father say? Something like this: 'No way! I won't have it! No son of Kakorot's will train my son, not in a million years!'" Gohan said imitating Vegeta's British accent.
"But he's no longer here, and-"
"Trunks! How can you talk like that? You talk like it's not a big deal! If he were still here, and my father, there would have been three super Saiyans against those Androids. But unfortunately, they were all killed by them: Tien, Chiatzou, Yamcha, Krillin and Piccolo," he yelled and at the name Piccolo, he transformed. A tear began to form in his eye, but he brushed it away quickly, "And without Piccolo, we no longer have the Dragon Balls to wish for them back to life.
"Then train me to go super Saiyan," I said looking at him.
Gohan's eyes widened and he looked at me.
"Super Saiyan Trunks," he mumbled, "I-"
But before he could finish, the door opened to the house and woman's voice yelled, "Hello!?"
"Gohan, it's my mom! Um, please don't tell her about this!"
"Sure, it'll be our secret."
"Trunks? Dad? Mom?" she called.
"Mom, I'm coming! And we have company!"
"What? Trunks, I can't-"
"Too late," I said and left the room, taking Gohan.
Dragon Ball Z:
Trunks' Legacy
Chapter 1
A Battle Lost,
But not the War
"They're here!" the announcer said through the ship's TV, "The Androids have arrived at the Southern Continent and are wreaking havoc. And." but static filled the screen.
My mom saw me grip my hands. She didn't look at me, but knew what I was thinking.
"Trunks, you can't go off fighting the Androids," she said. She brushed her green hair, and then looked at me.
"I have to go, and you know it," I said facing the outside. I was a half Saiyan. I was the son of the prince of Saiyans and a human mechanics expert. I unbuckled my seat belt and pushed the door button.
"Trunks!" she yelled, but I was gone. I flew south of West City. My silver hair brushed across my eyes. My blue shirt with the words Capsule Corp. rippled as my blue jeans crinkled against the wind. In a few minutes, I saw a black blanket of smoke rising from the city. Among the smoke, explosions erupted. My eyes widened and I flew faster. I approached the city and saw three figures flying through the ruble. One of them was my best friend, Gohan. He too, was a half Saiyan. He was fighting the two teen Androids. As the battle continued, he was thrown to the ground and they fired energy beams.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled and flew down. I appeared in front of the blonde android and kneed her in the stomach, but she didn't flinch.
"Hey Seventeen, it's the kid!" she yelled and threw me towards Gohan.
They flew next to each other, arms crossed.
"Let's play a game," the black hair android said, "Whoever kills the blond guy wins fifty points. The boy's hardly worth anything, he's worth ten."
"Fine by me!" she yelled and fired two energy beams down.
Gohan stood up and fired his own energy beam at them. He was a super Saiyan. His appearance changed: his black hair was gold, which stood up on his head. His black eyes were now green. He was very muscular, for he trained in martial arts ever since he was a child, and he was a super Saiyan. He wore an orange gi, which was already ripped in battle. And his gold aura, continuously flowed around him.
"Trunks, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"Gohan, I saw it on the news, and knew I needed to help!"
"Well, then the odds are better. You go after Eighteen and I'll take on Seventeen!"
The two Androids smirked and dove at us. I moved fast and appeared in front of the girl. I punch forward, but she caught my fist.
"Didn't mommy ever tell you not to hit a girl?" she asked and kicked me backwards.
She laughed and came after me, energy ball in hand.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You're getting better Gohan, but I highly doubt your super, whatever you call it will defeat me," said Android Seventeen. He was a boy, with long black hair. He wore a black shirt and blue pants. A red handkerchief was around his neck with the letters R and R, standing for the Red Ribbon Army.
Gohan didn't respond and kicked him backwards and sent an energy beam into his direction.
Seventeen dodged it and ran up to him. He kneed him in the gut, but Gohan was able to punch him across the face. He raised his arms above his head and clasped his hands together.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled and brought them down on the Android.
He fell down and through a building. Gohan pushed his aura outwards and held his hands above his head. He cupped one hand over the other.
"Masenko ha!" he yelled and threw the energy beam down. The beam acted like a grenade and the explosion covered a wide radius. The longer it was held, the wider the radius. He dove down, ready to fight some more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Trunks, why don't you go home to your mommy where it's safe? It's too dangerous for a child like you to fight me!" she yelled and kicked me in the head, "And what's worse, I'm a girl."
I looked up at her with my only good eye; the other was black. My shirt was torn from the devastating energy attacks and beatings. I was all bruised up, and the fight had only begun.
She knocked me towards the ground and fired an energy beam which erupted on me. I arched my back in sheer pain, and the top left half of my shirt ripped off.
"HA!" came a cry and Eighteen went flying through the air, "Trunks, are you okay!?"
I pushed myself off the ruble and floated up to Gohan.
"Yeah, fine. Ugh," I moaned grabbing my chest.
"You should sit this one out."
"No, I will fight!" I yelled and white aura flowed around me, but not as fast as Gohan's. I flew forwards to Eighteen, but fell from the air again. As I fell, the last I saw was Gohan fighting fiercely above me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Ugh, what happened?"
"Trunks, good, you're awake."
I opened my eyes and found myself in my room. I saw Gohan, who was powered down; he no longer had the green eyes or gold hair. I sat up, and quickly clutched my chest.
"I guess one Senzu Bean won't do it," Gohan chuckled handing me another bean.
"What happened?"
"They won. As you fell, I had to fend them off. They took me down, but I was able to get you and use instant transmission to escape."
"Instant transmission?"
"Yes, but I'll have to go back and fight them."
"You can't go alone!" I protested stumbling out of the bed, "Train me Gohan, help me be stronger. You know you can't defeat them alone, you need my help."
"But who'll be there when I'm training you?"
"Err, Gohan, please train me."
"Heh, you're like a younger me when my mom wouldn't let me train with my father."
"So will you train me?"
"What would your father say? Something like this: 'No way! I won't have it! No son of Kakorot's will train my son, not in a million years!'" Gohan said imitating Vegeta's British accent.
"But he's no longer here, and-"
"Trunks! How can you talk like that? You talk like it's not a big deal! If he were still here, and my father, there would have been three super Saiyans against those Androids. But unfortunately, they were all killed by them: Tien, Chiatzou, Yamcha, Krillin and Piccolo," he yelled and at the name Piccolo, he transformed. A tear began to form in his eye, but he brushed it away quickly, "And without Piccolo, we no longer have the Dragon Balls to wish for them back to life.
"Then train me to go super Saiyan," I said looking at him.
Gohan's eyes widened and he looked at me.
"Super Saiyan Trunks," he mumbled, "I-"
But before he could finish, the door opened to the house and woman's voice yelled, "Hello!?"
"Gohan, it's my mom! Um, please don't tell her about this!"
"Sure, it'll be our secret."
"Trunks? Dad? Mom?" she called.
"Mom, I'm coming! And we have company!"
"What? Trunks, I can't-"
"Too late," I said and left the room, taking Gohan.