I really have nothing to say here, except that I got the Goosebumps writing
the chapter. Not that its scary or anything, but I dunno.
Enjoy.
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Small and brown, the box was stuck to the side of the rocky ledge. Camflodged with the same color of the rocks it was nearly impossible to see. The door was no different of course. It was very ugly and rustic looking molded together with the growth and vines that creep along the mountain. The box had a key set of numbers just like a telephone. A blue haired woman stood with a brow arched, and her hand resting thoughtfully on her chin. "Hmmm." Was the only sound she made while eyeing the code box.
Bulma didn't think after all these years a key box would still be working any longer. She didn't bring and tools with her except for the screwdriver in her pocket, but that was always there. The jet plane she brought also didn't have anything inside of it either so she did the only thing she could do.
Bulma brought out the screwdriver, halfway wishing Trunks was there to blast the door down. The stupid screw didn't want to come out for some reason. Bulma pushed on it harder and it broke. She cursed and tried another one on the other side.
Success!
Two hours later, after praying, nearly in tears, cutting herself, and dodging pieces of flying screw particles Bulma was inside the code box. Dozens and dozens of beady wires lined the outer rim of the box, while circuit boards flooded the back of it. But this would be no problem for the beautiful scientist! After all she looked forward to things like this. Sticking her screwdriver in side and tapping into one circuit board she undid its mainframe.
After that, Bulma ripped all but one wire out of the side and proceeded to cut them all. This job took no more then ten minutes when the door ahead of her gave a clunky pull and opened. She smiled placing the screwdriver into her pocket with her hand resting on it. You never can be too sure what these mad scientist have in their labs.
Bulma took in a silent breath and took a step forward. She entered the dark lab with not even a light to guide her way. Reaching out to the wall her hand slid over three switches. She flicked up the first one her hand landed on. The outside light turned on.
"Well that's not going to help." Bulma said to herself and flipped another. The second light didn't work; it only flickered revealing the place for a minute then faded out. So she flipped the last light. The emergency lights circling the place. They were a darker red then she expected although it was enough to look around. The lay out for the lab was simple.
One huge room with computers on all walls, the big cabinet was sitting in the corner to her right, two refrigerators, stove, and table sat to the left. Drinks still sat on the table as if they had never been touched. Soda cans sat next to the drinks, with an old plate. That entire set up gave Bulma Goosebumps. She wasn't surprised when she saw that the computer her father had drawn wasn't in this room. The basement was going to be were that was located. The dark, probably damp, cold and creepy basement.
Another reason she should have brought Trunks.
Bulma took another look around the lab. No wonder her father figured it was no big deal working there. There was nothing wrong with this place, it didn't have anything bad or horrific experiments going on that looked dangerous. Mostly looked like regular computer programming and design. Bulma walked to the back of the room to try and find the basement door. She still couldn't figure out why her father had worked with Gero. If he made the androids and Cell, how could Dr. Briefs not have been able to notice the evilness?
Maybe he was dumb to the idea of it. Anyway it didn't matter now. Bulma reached the back of the round room and found another door. This one however, looked rather newer then the one outside. It didn't have a key code just a handle. This seemed to puzzle the older scientist into wondering how they indented to protect their things if someone broke in.
After all the key code outside wasn't even a problem. Bulma reached out for the metal handle and turned it. Her heart was jumping now getting excited. Part of her said not to open the door, because there had to be something more to protect the lab and it's probably down in the basement.
'Down in the basement waiting for you Bulma, waiting for you to open the door so it can eat you.' Her mind race on with all wild and yet possible truthful ideas. Bulma took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She bit down onto her lip, a habit she now acquired, and pulled the door open. Like a gust of wind swept over the room a patch of pure darkness swept over the room and right threw Bulma.
She screamed and fell backwards getting caught on a table. The darkness spread threw the lab then left out the same door Bulma had entered. Bulma stood up slowly holding her chest and breathing hard. She had never seen anything like that in her life, and NEVER wanted to again. The hairs on the back of her neck were on end, and Goosebumps flooded her whole body. She let out her breath and opened her eyes to see the room was back to normal.
The basement door was still open wide this time red light ran down the metal stair well. Bulma made her way to the stairs walking around the fallen table. She started down the stairs quietly and carefully just in case something was down there. Yet, she was sure her scream told them, if something or something was down there that she was in their house. Bulma cursed herself for screaming. She let her hands slips on the smooth cold surface until she reached the bottom.
Her eyes widened as she found a long solid steel/metal she didn't know which, hallway. There was only one room to the side so Bulma headed there. Again the door had no key code.
She pushed open the heavy door and peered inside. The wall in here also had a metallic surface, but it was a small room. Cameras and desk computers lined the back wall, which had to be no more then six feet fort he door. And maps were all over the left side of the wall. Bulma walked into the room and over to the map wall. Her finger scanned all the many hallways, and rooms browsing around curiously.
"This place has to have at least four more lower levels." She said amazed. Her eyes then went to the monitors, which were all in fine working order. She scanned all one hundred and three of them, (Bulma counted as she went along) not seeing a single life form except herself. The last monitor however, was shorted out and only showed static. Bulma tapped the side of the monitor hoping to get a picture in. When nothing came into focus she banged on the side.
The static jolted and the picture of the last camera appeared lines sliding threw the picture making it hard to read. Bulma slapped the side of the monitor once more and most of the lines cleared away. She leaned into the screen trying to make out what was in that room. Bulma pushed back strands on her hair while narrowing her eyes. The room was darker then the others it had no lights or emergency lights for that matter. The only thing lighting it was some unknown glare from the back that Bulma couldn't see.
Something inside told her what she wanted to find was in that room, and that, that light had something to do with it. She kept watching the screen waiting fro something to happen. Just as she was getting to turn away the light in the back of the room grew bigger. Bulma watched as it filled up the room showing off many tables, more computers, and-
Her fathers drawing of that large computer which was centered in the middle. Bulma pulled herself up onto the computer desk and pushed her face against the glass. Her feet dangles off the edge and her arms supported her upper body, and she sat like a dog looking into the monitor.
The light kept on growing until it reached the tip of the side of some long box. Bulma couldn't make out what that was. She tried to stare harder at the screen but gave her self a headache. She jumped off the computer desk rubbing her eyes, which showed blurry little dots every time she looked around. She glanced up at the monitor one last time when something flashed by the screen.
Or at least she thought something did.
A shadow.
Bulma rubbed her eyes deciding she was just to close to the screen. She turned and walked away still rubbing her sore eyes leaving the room, oblivious to the fact the something's face was now pushed up into the camera starring at her back as she walked away.
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Trunks stood in the shower starring down at the tan floor. The warm water sprayed his tired body dripping from his purple locks and running down his face and into his eyes. He blinked the water out, the burn not having any affect on him. The look on his face was serious and he knew something was wrong. For as long as he knew his mother, which was all his life, he knew all of her emotions, when she was planning something and when she was --- lying.
She had lied to him earlier when they ran into each other in the hall. His mother wasn't going grocery shopping, and if she thought she convinced him, she was wrong. Trunks crossed his arms over his bare chest and signed closing his eyes. He searched the planet for her energy signal. Bulma wasn't a strong human or anything, but for some weird reason her signal was always the easiest to find.
Even when Gohan was alive, she was the easiest.
Trunks heart went into his throat and his eyes shot open. Hers was nowhere to be found. He closed he eyes tighter this time and focused harder. He still couldn't pick anything up. Almost in a panic Trunks turned off the shower reached out of the curtain and grabbed his yellow towel which sat on the sink next to the tub. Trunks rapped the towel around his waste and stepped out of the tub and onto a piece of soap.
Yelling out as his foot slid up on the soap and he flew backwards, landing hard on his rear in the shower. One leg on propped on the toilet, the other laying in the floor, his arm was on the facet for the tub, and he was sitting on his other arm/wrist. Trunks sat up rubbing the back of his wet head.
"Ouch." He grumbled. Using his arms to balance on he pushed up and got out of the bathtub easily. Then reached down and picked up the lose soap throwing it back into the tub, even though it was now dirty from it's run on the floor, and left. Trunks knew his mother would scowled him for that and tell him to just threw it away and get a new one, which he didn't understand. "Just wash it off." He'd say.
Now back in his room Trunks got dressed in his normal attire. The same set of clothes he wore to the past. His mother tried to buy him new things, but Trunks just refused to wear them. These had importance to him, his capsule jacket and all reminded him of his stay with the others. Trunks smiled everything he thought of them, and wished he could go and visit. He figured his past self to be at least fourteen by now.
Before he left his room he grabbed his sword from behind the door and made his way down the hall and into the kitchen. He ran out the back door and jumped into the sky on a search for his lost mother wherever she was. Trunks told himself he was getting worked up for nothing and that she was probably just far away.
"But why can't I sense her?" He demanded angrily. Heading towards the mountains Trunks thought that'd be the best area he felt her signal at.
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After looking in the many rooms on the first level of the basement Bulma left and headed downwards in the elevator. She still had that long case in the back of her mind and wondered if she should just go straight to the fourth floor and see what it was. After all she was here to shut down the androids there were to be released tomorrow. More androids, more trouble. The sad thing for Bulma was, was that she knew these artificial humans had something to do with her father.
Seven and Eighteen were Gero's creations same goes with Cell, she was sure of, but these new ones. They had to be a different story, and why were they being released so late in time? She signed and pushed the button with the four on it. The elevator shook and paused before traveling downwards. As she began to go down the elevator's music began to play over the speaker. The music had no beat and sounded rather dead.
Bulma crossed her arms over her chest ignoring the music. She looked out the window of the elevator as she passed the second then third floor. Either she was nervous or the ride was taking longer to the fourth floor then the others. Bulma had never been Closter phobic in her life, but the little square she was in now was sure making her that way.
Finally it stopped and the door opened with a squeak. A large black wire hung down from one of the lights on the ceiling. Sparks of electricity dancing around it as the wire looked like it had been cut or sliced threw. The cover for the light was also on the ground with glass spread out everywhere. Bulmas shoes walked over the pieces with crunches here and there. She rounded the first hallway finding no doors yet.
Her memory of the map was pretty accurate and she knew that there was only one door on this floor. The door with the broken security camera on it and the long capsule thing. There were loads of hallways to nowhere on this floor also, but Bulma only had to walk down three. She was now rounding the second corner and heading towards the last hallway. She wondered why everything was metal as her hand brushed on the smooth surface of the wall. She had never seen such smooth steel before. She stopped in the middle of the hall and took her screwdriver out of her pocket. A small sample of the wall wouldn't hurt for later study.
Bulma stabbed the wall as hard as she could digging into it. She turned on the screwdriver letting it drill into the wall chipping away the metallic pieces. She dug at it until a large chunk formed and fell onto the ground with a clatter. The capsule corp. owner smiled happily and picked the piece up pocketing it along with the screwdriver.
For some weird reason collecting that sample made Bulma very happy. She continued down the long hall rounding the last corner nearly running into the door. It came up so fast Bulma could have sworn it moved at her. She shrugged it off and reached for the knob. With a turn and pull the door opened and the blue haired lady stepped in.
It was dark in that room with the light she saw in the screen totally gone. Bulma stumbled around searching for a switch. Reaching out with her arms she tried to find her way around in the dark room. She had a strange feeling she was being watched by someone and it was starting to scare her. She really wanted that light on now. Stumbling around Bulma felt as if something had just grabbed her leg.
She toppled to the ground knocking the breath out of her. As she fell the lights in the room popped on. Bulma jumped up as fast as she could and looked around frantically.
"Anyone there?" She asked trying not to show fear. If it was one thing Bulma had learned from her husband and son if was to be able to control her fear. Of all the evil beings and creepy critters she had ever seen she couldn't be scared of something so simple. Heck, if she survived Namek and the androids a light suddenly coming on wasn't anything at all.
"Come on Bulma!" She told herself. "There's nothing in this place that should bother you." Bulma looked around the room to make sure her statement was true. She walked over to the big mainframe in the center of the room and circled it, inspecting it. She had never seen such a design in her life; the pure physics of the thing was almost impossible. Dr. Gero had most of the keyboards in another language that Bulma didn't understand. Cables ran from the computer and up threw the walls over to the pods.
She let her fingers scan the keyboards bringing up old files of projects and such. They were boring so Bulma turned her attention to something on the other side of the computer. Those long objects were standing up leaning on the wall. She could tell now that they were people pods of some sorts. There were four of them, but the last one at the end was--- open.
Her eyes widened in sudden fear that whatever was in that pod was running around the building, loose. Watching her every move. She shook the thought out of her head coming to the conclusion it was left open. Bulma walked over to the closed ones and tired to look inside. She growled in frustration to find she was too short to see. So lifting a leg she balanced herself on the outer rim. The glass was dusty so she used her sleeve as a cloth and wiped it off until she could see clearly.
Bulma starred straight into the face of a girl who looked identical to Android Eighteen except for the fact she had spiky bangs. She gasped silently then stepped over to the next pod, dusting it off automatically. A man was in that one. He had long white hair and wore a visor over his forehead. He looked just as peaceful as the girl did. Stepping to the next and last closed pod Bulma peered inside. There was another boy inside that capsule also. This one looked to be the same age past Trunks would probably be now. He was shorter then the others Bulma could tell that because she no longer needed to stand on the rim on his capsule.
He had a bowl cut with dull green hair. His eyes were open wide revealing dull blue pupil-less eyes. Bulma backed away from the capsules and headed to the main computer once more.
'There's one missing Bulma.' Her mind repeated over and over. She shook that thought off and began to type on the keyboard guessing at keys. It was time to shut these things off so they would never plague her world or any other world for that matter.
'Where's the fourth Android Bulma?' Her mind shouted. Bulma gritted her teeth typing faster this time. She was sorting threw files and was almost done with deleting the Artificial Humans one when-
The lights cut out.
Bulma screamed as something came up from behind her and pulled her from the computer. Then whatever it was threw her across the room sending her into the wall. She slid onto the floor clutching her head trying to rub the pain out. She reached out into the darkness searching for something to help herself stand up. When her hand brushed upon something, which felt like clothes Bulma pulled back immediately.
Of course her human reflexes weren't fast enough and the something grabbed her arm. Bulma yelled out and swung her foot hoping to connect with it.
"Humans. Pathetic and weak, the reasons behind their creation will be forever unknown to me." His voice was as cold as ice, sending shivers down Bulmas spine. She stopped struggling to see what had her.
"W-Who are--"
"Don't question me infernal weakling." He hissed.
"Look buddy I don't know what in the hell your problem is but you better--- " Bulma stopped talking when the mysterious man shoved her into the wall again. This angered the blue haired woman to the point of bursting. She swung out again hoping for a hit. She felt a thin liquid run down the back of her head and onto her neck. By that time she knew it was blood, from being slammed into the wall.
"You're my ticket out of here woman." He began again. "Now what do you say we release my friends." He lifted Bulma to her feet letting her stand by herself. She reached out into the darkness but felt no one. Concentrating hard Bulma tried to see threw the dark but failed. She made her way around to the door by using the wall for a guide once she found it. She leaned on the wall trying to get her bearings right.
'Go straight.' Her mind said. 'Destroy that computer!!' Bulma bared her teeth as flash back of the androids entered her mind. She had to kill those things. The one that was loose was trapped down there so Bulma figured that was all right. But those others, his 'friends' needed to go! Yet, if he did come to the surface, her Trunks would probably kill him anyhow.
Bulma pushed herself from the wall and caught onto the computer. She took out her screw driver, raised it over her head, then with all the strength she could muster, spun around and stabbed the free android (Which is what Bulma thought him to probably be) in his stupid artificial eyeball.
"Stupid JERK!" She yelled. Yet another trait she had learned from Trunks and Vegeta. She could sense them like they could, but she could at least feel a presents.
The android gave a high-pitched echoed scream and disappeared once again into the darkness. Bulma spun back around, now beating the keyboards and computer screens to bits. Shocks and sparks flew out, glass fell to the ground cutting her hands and scraping her face. To a person of the past Bulma probably looked as if she had flipped her lid, or gone crazy. But if you lived your life in chaos for over twenty years, and another threat was coming to ruin it, you'd probably go crazy and beat the thing that made it also.
Bulma's foot flew up and she began kicking the bottom half of the computer until her foot was lodged inside. Once the satisfying feeling of victory entered her veins Bulma stopped, and started panting. She jammed her screwdriver into the main circuit box of the computer, smirked and ran away. Using the wall again she found her way out of the room, and left that creepy place.
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Trunks had already flown around the mountains three times and hadn't seen any sign of his mother. He was beginning to be extremely worried and had a bad feeling. She didn't seem herself earlier like something was wrong and he wanted to know what. If she discovered something she would have gone to try and --- stop it? Trunks loved his mother more then life, and she might have been the smartest woman in the world, but she was weak.
She couldn't battle something like he could. Bulma might have yelled and fussed at it, but she couldn't fight it. Trunks stopped and looked around his area once again. Her signal was totally gone with out even leaving a sign of where she might be. He growled lowering himself to the tip of a rocky ledge and starred out. There was nothing he could do or say to find her now, so all he could do it wait?
"Damn." He cursed.
Trunks glanced down noticing a small black dot. His eyes lit up and he blasted off after it. When he landed he was even more puzzled to find his mothers ship just sitting there. Another sign that something was wrong. She left the ship with out turning it into a capsule. He looked all around the plane to see if Bulma was there, but found nothing. Trunks floated up standing on top of the plane and looked around. Maybe she fell out and was laying on the ground somewhere unconscious. Such horrible thought ran threw his mind. Isn't it weird how in the moment of panic the worst thoughts come into mind? Trunks shook his head.
"Mother! Where are you?!" He yelled into the vastness of the mountain valleys.
"Trunks."
The lavender haired boy spun around to see Bulma starring at him. She looked perfectly fine and unharmed. Trunks ran over to her placing his hands on her shoulders. He starred down at down at her, but was too happy he found her to yell at her.
"Mother! What in the world? I have been frantic looking for you! Why are you out here?" He demanded. Bulma just continued to smile at him.
"No reason sweet heart. I was just looking for an old abandon lab that was in your grandfathers diary."
Trunks arched and eyebrow. That was a little bit easier to get out of her then he thought it would have been. Normally she would have yelled and told him he stresses too much about her safety. Then another thought entered his head and he blinked at her, watching her still smile weirdly.
"Mother," he started seriously narrowing his eyes. "Why can't I feel your energy?" Trunks dropped his hands from her shoulders and took a step backwards. His mothers smile faded and was replaced by a look Trunks had never seen before.
"Who are you?" Trunks asked.
"Someone who has been living in a tomb for the past twenty years. Now finally thinks to this idiotic waste of space I'm inhabiting, I'm free, as are my friends." The voice coming out of Bulma's mouth was cold and harsh. It scared Trunks so see such a voice coming out of his mother's vocal cords. Her lip curved into a smirk and she leapt at Trunks, the bottom of her foot colliding with the middle of his chest. Surprisingly the lavender haired boy was kicked back off the ledge falling into the lower area of the mountain.
The fake Bulma then picked up the largest boulder she could find and threw it down at Trunks. Trunks who was in the middle of getting up quickly sent a ki attack to blast the rock. He shot up out of the trench landing once more on the ledge in front of his mother. He lunged at her grabbing her arms tightly.
"Come on mom! Fight it!" He yelled. Bulma struggle to break free of his grasp, but Trunks wouldn't let go. So she leaned forward connecting her head with his. Trunks let go stumbling backwards, holding his forehead. He wasn't going to fight her, let alone hit her. Who ever had taken control of her body was going to be in big trouble when he got a hold of them. He caught his mother's fist before she could hit him in the face and held tightly.
"Mom please! Don't let them control you like this! PLEASE!" He begged frantically. Bulma stopped struggling and gave out falling into Trunks. He caught her no surprise, but the look on her face was pure horror.
"T-Trunks-go. Don't let--- past, save it. Don't let me--" Bulma was fighting it. She was fighting that android that had interrogated with her body and escaped. She wanted her son to leave now. Bulma closed her eyes feeling him taking control of her once again. With her last strength she shoved the sample of the metal and his grandfathers diary into his pocket.
'That might help him fight these things.' She thought.
Bulma broke away from Trunks the cold look returning to her features. At the same time the mountain started to rumble and three other people shot out of the mountain sending it crumbling. They floated in the line hovering above Bulma and Trunks. There was a girl and two other guys Trunks noticed, none of which had any energy presents.
"Your mother has more spirit in her to fight then I thought. Too bad-Too bad it won't--" He growled as his hard face was replaced once again by Bulmas soft one. She fell to the ground and Trunks rushed over. Bulma lifted her had halting him.
"Listen Trunks, you must go--" she took a deep breath sweat pouring from her face. "Go to the past--- save it T-Trunks." Her face went hard again, and then back to soft. She looked up at Trunks with pleading eyes.
"I can't leave you!" Trunks shouted back at her. "No way!"
Bulma was about to yell at him when she suddenly felt like she was floating. She slipped out of something really smoothly feeling her body never touch the ground, but just fall. As if something had been removed from her soul and then she blacked out.
Trunks watched his mother fall to the ground lifeless. He watched as the android slipped out of her body with out as if it was natural. Bulma gave no scream or sound as he came out she just starred at Trunks with dull blue pupil-less eyes and fell. Trunks opened his eyes wide, his mouth moving up and down but no words came out.
"M-Mother." He mumbled. Narrowing his eyes glaring at the android that had just killed his mother his felt his hair start to rise. With a sudden yell his lavender became tall jaggy golden strands. He flew at the android in rage swinging his fist around like a mad man. The android merely smiled dodging each and every blow moving from side to side.
"Fight me you coward!!!" Trunks screamed swinging another hopeless punch. The artificial human looked to his comrades and grinned.
"He wants 'me' to fight him. What do you think? Should I give this little boy a lesson?"
They all nodded grinning the same horrible grin that made Trunks even madder.
"Alright then." He lunged to the left dodging a kick, then spun around the enraged super Saiyan. Trunks cursed as his attack missed, but was caught off guard and didn't even see when the android attacked him. He only felt a large amount of pain from his stomach to his head, and blood dribble out of the corner of his mouth. His eyes were wide as it all had happen to fast. His hair fell back town to normal and Trunks collapsed to the ground in a heap.
The android looked like he had never moved an inch. He smiled down at Trunks then floated into the air, waved, then blasted off with his comrades. The half-breed struggled to breath catching his breath in large gasps. He wobbled around in the ground like a baby who couldn't walk yet. Sitting himself on his knees and head Trunks starred at the ground with only his left eyes open. He saw the blood fall fro his mouth, and still felt the pain in his stomach, which he clutched.
He never even saw it coming. That guy must have hit him at least thirty times if not more. Another thought puzzled him, why didn't he the android kill him?
Trunks unraveled his arms fro his gut and used them to push himself up. Once he was standing Trunks wobbled back and fourth still a little woozy. His attention then went to the sky, where he noticed all the androids far off in the distance. There were in a circle with their hands raised.
Trunks blinked.
A round dot of energy was above them. While little particles came out from their hands gathering into the dot.
"What are they doing?" Trunks said out loud. Then it hit him, that dot was growing in size, it wasn't meant to level a city. It was meant for more damage. SAY BLOWING UP EARTH.
"Oh god no." He said his eyes wide. "I-I can't --- do anything. I CAN'T DO ANYTHING!" He closed his eyes and yelled powering up once again destroying the rocks around him. The feeling of being helpless was getting to him and he didn't like it. Trunks didn't know what to do, he didn't want to leave, but it was his mother's last plea. He clenched his fist and starred down at her body.
"I'll fix everything mother. I'll bring you back, somehow, I promise mother!" With that said Trunks blasted off in the direction of Capsule corp. where the time machine was. In his super saiyan level he was at the large building in no time. He landed on the front porch and looked into the sky. They were still in a circle this time the dot had grown much more. White light filled the sky shadowing their faces.
Around the city people were coming out of their homes to stare at the pretty sight. Some of them clapped and wanted more think it was fireworks. Trunks wanted badly to warn them and some how save them all, but he couldn't. So he ran inside straight to his mother's lab. He blasted open her locked door and ran inside. Her computer was still on the place was a total mess. Luckily his old capsule box was resting on the shelf above the television. He grabbed the white box and ran out of the lab, then out of the house.
Trunks looked into the sky and he felt his heart stop.
They threw it.
Fumbling around he frantically opened the capsule box, took out the time machine and tossed it. It appeared with a 'boom' like normal and looked fine. Trunks wasted to time and jumped into the seat. The energy ball was closer he could feel the heat of it right above him. The glow was even brighter then he thought. He pushed the button watching everything turn on. His first glance was towards the energy reading.
He would have barely enough to make the jump.
Trunks closed the glass top and pushed more buttons' then the final one. The time machine made a sputtering noise and died. He nearly had a heart attack. The building around him was starting to crumble, and Trunks was stuck with a machine that needed energy badly. So he tried it one more time.
"Come on work for me!" He said.
Everything was starting to shake, Trunks saw people being sucked into the beam, while others screamed. He closed his eyes and prayed it world work. This was his last chance to leave.
"Please." He said and pushed the button as the energy ball collided with the Earth.
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Small and brown, the box was stuck to the side of the rocky ledge. Camflodged with the same color of the rocks it was nearly impossible to see. The door was no different of course. It was very ugly and rustic looking molded together with the growth and vines that creep along the mountain. The box had a key set of numbers just like a telephone. A blue haired woman stood with a brow arched, and her hand resting thoughtfully on her chin. "Hmmm." Was the only sound she made while eyeing the code box.
Bulma didn't think after all these years a key box would still be working any longer. She didn't bring and tools with her except for the screwdriver in her pocket, but that was always there. The jet plane she brought also didn't have anything inside of it either so she did the only thing she could do.
Bulma brought out the screwdriver, halfway wishing Trunks was there to blast the door down. The stupid screw didn't want to come out for some reason. Bulma pushed on it harder and it broke. She cursed and tried another one on the other side.
Success!
Two hours later, after praying, nearly in tears, cutting herself, and dodging pieces of flying screw particles Bulma was inside the code box. Dozens and dozens of beady wires lined the outer rim of the box, while circuit boards flooded the back of it. But this would be no problem for the beautiful scientist! After all she looked forward to things like this. Sticking her screwdriver in side and tapping into one circuit board she undid its mainframe.
After that, Bulma ripped all but one wire out of the side and proceeded to cut them all. This job took no more then ten minutes when the door ahead of her gave a clunky pull and opened. She smiled placing the screwdriver into her pocket with her hand resting on it. You never can be too sure what these mad scientist have in their labs.
Bulma took in a silent breath and took a step forward. She entered the dark lab with not even a light to guide her way. Reaching out to the wall her hand slid over three switches. She flicked up the first one her hand landed on. The outside light turned on.
"Well that's not going to help." Bulma said to herself and flipped another. The second light didn't work; it only flickered revealing the place for a minute then faded out. So she flipped the last light. The emergency lights circling the place. They were a darker red then she expected although it was enough to look around. The lay out for the lab was simple.
One huge room with computers on all walls, the big cabinet was sitting in the corner to her right, two refrigerators, stove, and table sat to the left. Drinks still sat on the table as if they had never been touched. Soda cans sat next to the drinks, with an old plate. That entire set up gave Bulma Goosebumps. She wasn't surprised when she saw that the computer her father had drawn wasn't in this room. The basement was going to be were that was located. The dark, probably damp, cold and creepy basement.
Another reason she should have brought Trunks.
Bulma took another look around the lab. No wonder her father figured it was no big deal working there. There was nothing wrong with this place, it didn't have anything bad or horrific experiments going on that looked dangerous. Mostly looked like regular computer programming and design. Bulma walked to the back of the room to try and find the basement door. She still couldn't figure out why her father had worked with Gero. If he made the androids and Cell, how could Dr. Briefs not have been able to notice the evilness?
Maybe he was dumb to the idea of it. Anyway it didn't matter now. Bulma reached the back of the round room and found another door. This one however, looked rather newer then the one outside. It didn't have a key code just a handle. This seemed to puzzle the older scientist into wondering how they indented to protect their things if someone broke in.
After all the key code outside wasn't even a problem. Bulma reached out for the metal handle and turned it. Her heart was jumping now getting excited. Part of her said not to open the door, because there had to be something more to protect the lab and it's probably down in the basement.
'Down in the basement waiting for you Bulma, waiting for you to open the door so it can eat you.' Her mind race on with all wild and yet possible truthful ideas. Bulma took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She bit down onto her lip, a habit she now acquired, and pulled the door open. Like a gust of wind swept over the room a patch of pure darkness swept over the room and right threw Bulma.
She screamed and fell backwards getting caught on a table. The darkness spread threw the lab then left out the same door Bulma had entered. Bulma stood up slowly holding her chest and breathing hard. She had never seen anything like that in her life, and NEVER wanted to again. The hairs on the back of her neck were on end, and Goosebumps flooded her whole body. She let out her breath and opened her eyes to see the room was back to normal.
The basement door was still open wide this time red light ran down the metal stair well. Bulma made her way to the stairs walking around the fallen table. She started down the stairs quietly and carefully just in case something was down there. Yet, she was sure her scream told them, if something or something was down there that she was in their house. Bulma cursed herself for screaming. She let her hands slips on the smooth cold surface until she reached the bottom.
Her eyes widened as she found a long solid steel/metal she didn't know which, hallway. There was only one room to the side so Bulma headed there. Again the door had no key code.
She pushed open the heavy door and peered inside. The wall in here also had a metallic surface, but it was a small room. Cameras and desk computers lined the back wall, which had to be no more then six feet fort he door. And maps were all over the left side of the wall. Bulma walked into the room and over to the map wall. Her finger scanned all the many hallways, and rooms browsing around curiously.
"This place has to have at least four more lower levels." She said amazed. Her eyes then went to the monitors, which were all in fine working order. She scanned all one hundred and three of them, (Bulma counted as she went along) not seeing a single life form except herself. The last monitor however, was shorted out and only showed static. Bulma tapped the side of the monitor hoping to get a picture in. When nothing came into focus she banged on the side.
The static jolted and the picture of the last camera appeared lines sliding threw the picture making it hard to read. Bulma slapped the side of the monitor once more and most of the lines cleared away. She leaned into the screen trying to make out what was in that room. Bulma pushed back strands on her hair while narrowing her eyes. The room was darker then the others it had no lights or emergency lights for that matter. The only thing lighting it was some unknown glare from the back that Bulma couldn't see.
Something inside told her what she wanted to find was in that room, and that, that light had something to do with it. She kept watching the screen waiting fro something to happen. Just as she was getting to turn away the light in the back of the room grew bigger. Bulma watched as it filled up the room showing off many tables, more computers, and-
Her fathers drawing of that large computer which was centered in the middle. Bulma pulled herself up onto the computer desk and pushed her face against the glass. Her feet dangles off the edge and her arms supported her upper body, and she sat like a dog looking into the monitor.
The light kept on growing until it reached the tip of the side of some long box. Bulma couldn't make out what that was. She tried to stare harder at the screen but gave her self a headache. She jumped off the computer desk rubbing her eyes, which showed blurry little dots every time she looked around. She glanced up at the monitor one last time when something flashed by the screen.
Or at least she thought something did.
A shadow.
Bulma rubbed her eyes deciding she was just to close to the screen. She turned and walked away still rubbing her sore eyes leaving the room, oblivious to the fact the something's face was now pushed up into the camera starring at her back as she walked away.
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Trunks stood in the shower starring down at the tan floor. The warm water sprayed his tired body dripping from his purple locks and running down his face and into his eyes. He blinked the water out, the burn not having any affect on him. The look on his face was serious and he knew something was wrong. For as long as he knew his mother, which was all his life, he knew all of her emotions, when she was planning something and when she was --- lying.
She had lied to him earlier when they ran into each other in the hall. His mother wasn't going grocery shopping, and if she thought she convinced him, she was wrong. Trunks crossed his arms over his bare chest and signed closing his eyes. He searched the planet for her energy signal. Bulma wasn't a strong human or anything, but for some weird reason her signal was always the easiest to find.
Even when Gohan was alive, she was the easiest.
Trunks heart went into his throat and his eyes shot open. Hers was nowhere to be found. He closed he eyes tighter this time and focused harder. He still couldn't pick anything up. Almost in a panic Trunks turned off the shower reached out of the curtain and grabbed his yellow towel which sat on the sink next to the tub. Trunks rapped the towel around his waste and stepped out of the tub and onto a piece of soap.
Yelling out as his foot slid up on the soap and he flew backwards, landing hard on his rear in the shower. One leg on propped on the toilet, the other laying in the floor, his arm was on the facet for the tub, and he was sitting on his other arm/wrist. Trunks sat up rubbing the back of his wet head.
"Ouch." He grumbled. Using his arms to balance on he pushed up and got out of the bathtub easily. Then reached down and picked up the lose soap throwing it back into the tub, even though it was now dirty from it's run on the floor, and left. Trunks knew his mother would scowled him for that and tell him to just threw it away and get a new one, which he didn't understand. "Just wash it off." He'd say.
Now back in his room Trunks got dressed in his normal attire. The same set of clothes he wore to the past. His mother tried to buy him new things, but Trunks just refused to wear them. These had importance to him, his capsule jacket and all reminded him of his stay with the others. Trunks smiled everything he thought of them, and wished he could go and visit. He figured his past self to be at least fourteen by now.
Before he left his room he grabbed his sword from behind the door and made his way down the hall and into the kitchen. He ran out the back door and jumped into the sky on a search for his lost mother wherever she was. Trunks told himself he was getting worked up for nothing and that she was probably just far away.
"But why can't I sense her?" He demanded angrily. Heading towards the mountains Trunks thought that'd be the best area he felt her signal at.
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After looking in the many rooms on the first level of the basement Bulma left and headed downwards in the elevator. She still had that long case in the back of her mind and wondered if she should just go straight to the fourth floor and see what it was. After all she was here to shut down the androids there were to be released tomorrow. More androids, more trouble. The sad thing for Bulma was, was that she knew these artificial humans had something to do with her father.
Seven and Eighteen were Gero's creations same goes with Cell, she was sure of, but these new ones. They had to be a different story, and why were they being released so late in time? She signed and pushed the button with the four on it. The elevator shook and paused before traveling downwards. As she began to go down the elevator's music began to play over the speaker. The music had no beat and sounded rather dead.
Bulma crossed her arms over her chest ignoring the music. She looked out the window of the elevator as she passed the second then third floor. Either she was nervous or the ride was taking longer to the fourth floor then the others. Bulma had never been Closter phobic in her life, but the little square she was in now was sure making her that way.
Finally it stopped and the door opened with a squeak. A large black wire hung down from one of the lights on the ceiling. Sparks of electricity dancing around it as the wire looked like it had been cut or sliced threw. The cover for the light was also on the ground with glass spread out everywhere. Bulmas shoes walked over the pieces with crunches here and there. She rounded the first hallway finding no doors yet.
Her memory of the map was pretty accurate and she knew that there was only one door on this floor. The door with the broken security camera on it and the long capsule thing. There were loads of hallways to nowhere on this floor also, but Bulma only had to walk down three. She was now rounding the second corner and heading towards the last hallway. She wondered why everything was metal as her hand brushed on the smooth surface of the wall. She had never seen such smooth steel before. She stopped in the middle of the hall and took her screwdriver out of her pocket. A small sample of the wall wouldn't hurt for later study.
Bulma stabbed the wall as hard as she could digging into it. She turned on the screwdriver letting it drill into the wall chipping away the metallic pieces. She dug at it until a large chunk formed and fell onto the ground with a clatter. The capsule corp. owner smiled happily and picked the piece up pocketing it along with the screwdriver.
For some weird reason collecting that sample made Bulma very happy. She continued down the long hall rounding the last corner nearly running into the door. It came up so fast Bulma could have sworn it moved at her. She shrugged it off and reached for the knob. With a turn and pull the door opened and the blue haired lady stepped in.
It was dark in that room with the light she saw in the screen totally gone. Bulma stumbled around searching for a switch. Reaching out with her arms she tried to find her way around in the dark room. She had a strange feeling she was being watched by someone and it was starting to scare her. She really wanted that light on now. Stumbling around Bulma felt as if something had just grabbed her leg.
She toppled to the ground knocking the breath out of her. As she fell the lights in the room popped on. Bulma jumped up as fast as she could and looked around frantically.
"Anyone there?" She asked trying not to show fear. If it was one thing Bulma had learned from her husband and son if was to be able to control her fear. Of all the evil beings and creepy critters she had ever seen she couldn't be scared of something so simple. Heck, if she survived Namek and the androids a light suddenly coming on wasn't anything at all.
"Come on Bulma!" She told herself. "There's nothing in this place that should bother you." Bulma looked around the room to make sure her statement was true. She walked over to the big mainframe in the center of the room and circled it, inspecting it. She had never seen such a design in her life; the pure physics of the thing was almost impossible. Dr. Gero had most of the keyboards in another language that Bulma didn't understand. Cables ran from the computer and up threw the walls over to the pods.
She let her fingers scan the keyboards bringing up old files of projects and such. They were boring so Bulma turned her attention to something on the other side of the computer. Those long objects were standing up leaning on the wall. She could tell now that they were people pods of some sorts. There were four of them, but the last one at the end was--- open.
Her eyes widened in sudden fear that whatever was in that pod was running around the building, loose. Watching her every move. She shook the thought out of her head coming to the conclusion it was left open. Bulma walked over to the closed ones and tired to look inside. She growled in frustration to find she was too short to see. So lifting a leg she balanced herself on the outer rim. The glass was dusty so she used her sleeve as a cloth and wiped it off until she could see clearly.
Bulma starred straight into the face of a girl who looked identical to Android Eighteen except for the fact she had spiky bangs. She gasped silently then stepped over to the next pod, dusting it off automatically. A man was in that one. He had long white hair and wore a visor over his forehead. He looked just as peaceful as the girl did. Stepping to the next and last closed pod Bulma peered inside. There was another boy inside that capsule also. This one looked to be the same age past Trunks would probably be now. He was shorter then the others Bulma could tell that because she no longer needed to stand on the rim on his capsule.
He had a bowl cut with dull green hair. His eyes were open wide revealing dull blue pupil-less eyes. Bulma backed away from the capsules and headed to the main computer once more.
'There's one missing Bulma.' Her mind repeated over and over. She shook that thought off and began to type on the keyboard guessing at keys. It was time to shut these things off so they would never plague her world or any other world for that matter.
'Where's the fourth Android Bulma?' Her mind shouted. Bulma gritted her teeth typing faster this time. She was sorting threw files and was almost done with deleting the Artificial Humans one when-
The lights cut out.
Bulma screamed as something came up from behind her and pulled her from the computer. Then whatever it was threw her across the room sending her into the wall. She slid onto the floor clutching her head trying to rub the pain out. She reached out into the darkness searching for something to help herself stand up. When her hand brushed upon something, which felt like clothes Bulma pulled back immediately.
Of course her human reflexes weren't fast enough and the something grabbed her arm. Bulma yelled out and swung her foot hoping to connect with it.
"Humans. Pathetic and weak, the reasons behind their creation will be forever unknown to me." His voice was as cold as ice, sending shivers down Bulmas spine. She stopped struggling to see what had her.
"W-Who are--"
"Don't question me infernal weakling." He hissed.
"Look buddy I don't know what in the hell your problem is but you better--- " Bulma stopped talking when the mysterious man shoved her into the wall again. This angered the blue haired woman to the point of bursting. She swung out again hoping for a hit. She felt a thin liquid run down the back of her head and onto her neck. By that time she knew it was blood, from being slammed into the wall.
"You're my ticket out of here woman." He began again. "Now what do you say we release my friends." He lifted Bulma to her feet letting her stand by herself. She reached out into the darkness but felt no one. Concentrating hard Bulma tried to see threw the dark but failed. She made her way around to the door by using the wall for a guide once she found it. She leaned on the wall trying to get her bearings right.
'Go straight.' Her mind said. 'Destroy that computer!!' Bulma bared her teeth as flash back of the androids entered her mind. She had to kill those things. The one that was loose was trapped down there so Bulma figured that was all right. But those others, his 'friends' needed to go! Yet, if he did come to the surface, her Trunks would probably kill him anyhow.
Bulma pushed herself from the wall and caught onto the computer. She took out her screw driver, raised it over her head, then with all the strength she could muster, spun around and stabbed the free android (Which is what Bulma thought him to probably be) in his stupid artificial eyeball.
"Stupid JERK!" She yelled. Yet another trait she had learned from Trunks and Vegeta. She could sense them like they could, but she could at least feel a presents.
The android gave a high-pitched echoed scream and disappeared once again into the darkness. Bulma spun back around, now beating the keyboards and computer screens to bits. Shocks and sparks flew out, glass fell to the ground cutting her hands and scraping her face. To a person of the past Bulma probably looked as if she had flipped her lid, or gone crazy. But if you lived your life in chaos for over twenty years, and another threat was coming to ruin it, you'd probably go crazy and beat the thing that made it also.
Bulma's foot flew up and she began kicking the bottom half of the computer until her foot was lodged inside. Once the satisfying feeling of victory entered her veins Bulma stopped, and started panting. She jammed her screwdriver into the main circuit box of the computer, smirked and ran away. Using the wall again she found her way out of the room, and left that creepy place.
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Trunks had already flown around the mountains three times and hadn't seen any sign of his mother. He was beginning to be extremely worried and had a bad feeling. She didn't seem herself earlier like something was wrong and he wanted to know what. If she discovered something she would have gone to try and --- stop it? Trunks loved his mother more then life, and she might have been the smartest woman in the world, but she was weak.
She couldn't battle something like he could. Bulma might have yelled and fussed at it, but she couldn't fight it. Trunks stopped and looked around his area once again. Her signal was totally gone with out even leaving a sign of where she might be. He growled lowering himself to the tip of a rocky ledge and starred out. There was nothing he could do or say to find her now, so all he could do it wait?
"Damn." He cursed.
Trunks glanced down noticing a small black dot. His eyes lit up and he blasted off after it. When he landed he was even more puzzled to find his mothers ship just sitting there. Another sign that something was wrong. She left the ship with out turning it into a capsule. He looked all around the plane to see if Bulma was there, but found nothing. Trunks floated up standing on top of the plane and looked around. Maybe she fell out and was laying on the ground somewhere unconscious. Such horrible thought ran threw his mind. Isn't it weird how in the moment of panic the worst thoughts come into mind? Trunks shook his head.
"Mother! Where are you?!" He yelled into the vastness of the mountain valleys.
"Trunks."
The lavender haired boy spun around to see Bulma starring at him. She looked perfectly fine and unharmed. Trunks ran over to her placing his hands on her shoulders. He starred down at down at her, but was too happy he found her to yell at her.
"Mother! What in the world? I have been frantic looking for you! Why are you out here?" He demanded. Bulma just continued to smile at him.
"No reason sweet heart. I was just looking for an old abandon lab that was in your grandfathers diary."
Trunks arched and eyebrow. That was a little bit easier to get out of her then he thought it would have been. Normally she would have yelled and told him he stresses too much about her safety. Then another thought entered his head and he blinked at her, watching her still smile weirdly.
"Mother," he started seriously narrowing his eyes. "Why can't I feel your energy?" Trunks dropped his hands from her shoulders and took a step backwards. His mothers smile faded and was replaced by a look Trunks had never seen before.
"Who are you?" Trunks asked.
"Someone who has been living in a tomb for the past twenty years. Now finally thinks to this idiotic waste of space I'm inhabiting, I'm free, as are my friends." The voice coming out of Bulma's mouth was cold and harsh. It scared Trunks so see such a voice coming out of his mother's vocal cords. Her lip curved into a smirk and she leapt at Trunks, the bottom of her foot colliding with the middle of his chest. Surprisingly the lavender haired boy was kicked back off the ledge falling into the lower area of the mountain.
The fake Bulma then picked up the largest boulder she could find and threw it down at Trunks. Trunks who was in the middle of getting up quickly sent a ki attack to blast the rock. He shot up out of the trench landing once more on the ledge in front of his mother. He lunged at her grabbing her arms tightly.
"Come on mom! Fight it!" He yelled. Bulma struggle to break free of his grasp, but Trunks wouldn't let go. So she leaned forward connecting her head with his. Trunks let go stumbling backwards, holding his forehead. He wasn't going to fight her, let alone hit her. Who ever had taken control of her body was going to be in big trouble when he got a hold of them. He caught his mother's fist before she could hit him in the face and held tightly.
"Mom please! Don't let them control you like this! PLEASE!" He begged frantically. Bulma stopped struggling and gave out falling into Trunks. He caught her no surprise, but the look on her face was pure horror.
"T-Trunks-go. Don't let--- past, save it. Don't let me--" Bulma was fighting it. She was fighting that android that had interrogated with her body and escaped. She wanted her son to leave now. Bulma closed her eyes feeling him taking control of her once again. With her last strength she shoved the sample of the metal and his grandfathers diary into his pocket.
'That might help him fight these things.' She thought.
Bulma broke away from Trunks the cold look returning to her features. At the same time the mountain started to rumble and three other people shot out of the mountain sending it crumbling. They floated in the line hovering above Bulma and Trunks. There was a girl and two other guys Trunks noticed, none of which had any energy presents.
"Your mother has more spirit in her to fight then I thought. Too bad-Too bad it won't--" He growled as his hard face was replaced once again by Bulmas soft one. She fell to the ground and Trunks rushed over. Bulma lifted her had halting him.
"Listen Trunks, you must go--" she took a deep breath sweat pouring from her face. "Go to the past--- save it T-Trunks." Her face went hard again, and then back to soft. She looked up at Trunks with pleading eyes.
"I can't leave you!" Trunks shouted back at her. "No way!"
Bulma was about to yell at him when she suddenly felt like she was floating. She slipped out of something really smoothly feeling her body never touch the ground, but just fall. As if something had been removed from her soul and then she blacked out.
Trunks watched his mother fall to the ground lifeless. He watched as the android slipped out of her body with out as if it was natural. Bulma gave no scream or sound as he came out she just starred at Trunks with dull blue pupil-less eyes and fell. Trunks opened his eyes wide, his mouth moving up and down but no words came out.
"M-Mother." He mumbled. Narrowing his eyes glaring at the android that had just killed his mother his felt his hair start to rise. With a sudden yell his lavender became tall jaggy golden strands. He flew at the android in rage swinging his fist around like a mad man. The android merely smiled dodging each and every blow moving from side to side.
"Fight me you coward!!!" Trunks screamed swinging another hopeless punch. The artificial human looked to his comrades and grinned.
"He wants 'me' to fight him. What do you think? Should I give this little boy a lesson?"
They all nodded grinning the same horrible grin that made Trunks even madder.
"Alright then." He lunged to the left dodging a kick, then spun around the enraged super Saiyan. Trunks cursed as his attack missed, but was caught off guard and didn't even see when the android attacked him. He only felt a large amount of pain from his stomach to his head, and blood dribble out of the corner of his mouth. His eyes were wide as it all had happen to fast. His hair fell back town to normal and Trunks collapsed to the ground in a heap.
The android looked like he had never moved an inch. He smiled down at Trunks then floated into the air, waved, then blasted off with his comrades. The half-breed struggled to breath catching his breath in large gasps. He wobbled around in the ground like a baby who couldn't walk yet. Sitting himself on his knees and head Trunks starred at the ground with only his left eyes open. He saw the blood fall fro his mouth, and still felt the pain in his stomach, which he clutched.
He never even saw it coming. That guy must have hit him at least thirty times if not more. Another thought puzzled him, why didn't he the android kill him?
Trunks unraveled his arms fro his gut and used them to push himself up. Once he was standing Trunks wobbled back and fourth still a little woozy. His attention then went to the sky, where he noticed all the androids far off in the distance. There were in a circle with their hands raised.
Trunks blinked.
A round dot of energy was above them. While little particles came out from their hands gathering into the dot.
"What are they doing?" Trunks said out loud. Then it hit him, that dot was growing in size, it wasn't meant to level a city. It was meant for more damage. SAY BLOWING UP EARTH.
"Oh god no." He said his eyes wide. "I-I can't --- do anything. I CAN'T DO ANYTHING!" He closed his eyes and yelled powering up once again destroying the rocks around him. The feeling of being helpless was getting to him and he didn't like it. Trunks didn't know what to do, he didn't want to leave, but it was his mother's last plea. He clenched his fist and starred down at her body.
"I'll fix everything mother. I'll bring you back, somehow, I promise mother!" With that said Trunks blasted off in the direction of Capsule corp. where the time machine was. In his super saiyan level he was at the large building in no time. He landed on the front porch and looked into the sky. They were still in a circle this time the dot had grown much more. White light filled the sky shadowing their faces.
Around the city people were coming out of their homes to stare at the pretty sight. Some of them clapped and wanted more think it was fireworks. Trunks wanted badly to warn them and some how save them all, but he couldn't. So he ran inside straight to his mother's lab. He blasted open her locked door and ran inside. Her computer was still on the place was a total mess. Luckily his old capsule box was resting on the shelf above the television. He grabbed the white box and ran out of the lab, then out of the house.
Trunks looked into the sky and he felt his heart stop.
They threw it.
Fumbling around he frantically opened the capsule box, took out the time machine and tossed it. It appeared with a 'boom' like normal and looked fine. Trunks wasted to time and jumped into the seat. The energy ball was closer he could feel the heat of it right above him. The glow was even brighter then he thought. He pushed the button watching everything turn on. His first glance was towards the energy reading.
He would have barely enough to make the jump.
Trunks closed the glass top and pushed more buttons' then the final one. The time machine made a sputtering noise and died. He nearly had a heart attack. The building around him was starting to crumble, and Trunks was stuck with a machine that needed energy badly. So he tried it one more time.
"Come on work for me!" He said.
Everything was starting to shake, Trunks saw people being sucked into the beam, while others screamed. He closed his eyes and prayed it world work. This was his last chance to leave.
"Please." He said and pushed the button as the energy ball collided with the Earth.
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