Title: Crimson Espy 2/? - No Heroes
Author: Falafal84
Pairing: Gohan/Videl, Vegeta/Bulma,
Rating: PG-13
Warning: AU, ill Trunks, Angst (this is debatable, one friend said there
was, another said 'definitely not', opinions?)
Archive: Not as of yet, email falafal84@yahoo.com.au
Summary: The World Martial Arts Tournament is over, yet Yamu and Spopovich never turned up. What would happen if Buu were never created? Now that Goku is gone, Gohan has to tend to his last years in Orange Star High. Yet all is not as it seems, a new power is arising. Did you think that in the years that the Z heroes have fought and protected the earth, they would go unnoticed?
Notes: The school details/running of system are created similar to the Australian system, since that is the only I know. This is my first Dragon Ball Z Fanfic, so be kind please. I haven't had a chance to properly edit and read over the chapters for lack of time, yet two of my friend read it over.
I'd absolutely love feedback.
////memories//// "speech" thoughts
* * * * * * * * * *
'In truth there are no heroes. For heroes always liberate. Never fail.' Anonymous
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"Name?" the dull speech of the man alone caused him to yawn. As the machine was washed over his body, steady beeps radiated from the nearby laptop.
"Gohan Son"
Gohan kept his power hidden with increased intensity as a horrid feeling struck his stomach.
"Next"
"Videl Satan"
"Next"
"Joseph."
Walking towards their lockers, the voices of agitated students surrounded them.
"What do you think that was all about?" Erasa asked curiously. Sharpner shrugged,
"Crack down on weapons?"
"But there were never any here" replied Videl.
Gohan tried to listen however that horrid feeling began to torment him.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Father!"
Trunks burst through the hallway of his Capsule Corp home, breathing heavily for loss of energy. His young form moved in a beeline towards the gravity chamber, the knowledge that his mother was away on business ticking over in his mind.
"father."
Voice weakening he fell heavily on the doorframe and pressed a large red button, which below read, *Emergency Stop*. Moments later from behind the closed door came the enraged cry of Vegeta. Trunk's muscles jerked, his chest heaving as the heavy steel door slid open.
"Trunks!! What are you.?" Vegeta's fuming face receded as his silver locked son fell towards him taking grip of his sweat covered tank top. Swiftly catching the boy, Vegeta took him somewhat gently in his arms,
"What happened?! You should be at school!" Vegeta's voice while in it's usual tone sustained a most rare emotion. Fear.
".Goten, they got Goten."
"Who did?"
"Black s-suits."
Trunk's vision began to blur, the memory of his interrupted training session with Goten egged on by the burning pain upon his wrist, which he gripped protectively.
//// The usual business of a week day morning began to awake in the depths of West City. Two boys could be heard in unconstrained laughter, yet hidden from view by a towering fence. Considered the pinnacle of innocence, their calming chuckles gave way to heavy breathing. Yet these children were seen as far from innocent when the neighbouring wrinkled do-gooder was concerned.
"Another round?" Goten's head popped up from glistening grass eyes questioning Trunk's hopefully. Draped across a remarkably low tree branch, Trunk's studied the grass soundlessly.
"Trunks?"
"Face it Goten, you're never gonna beat me!" Grinning teasingly the 8 year old leapt up onto the branch, taking a fighting stance whilst gaining balance.
"We'll see!"
"Wait a minute, we're gonna be late for school"
Letting out a surprised chuckled Goten rose to his feet,
"Since when 'ave you worried about school"
"Since your mother threatened to.well, you know your mum!"
"Ok, let's."
Goten's voice was suddenly cut short. His eyes wide in fear and surprise. Locking eyes with his friend, Goku's youngest began to tremble softly.
"Goten.? School's not that bad" Whilst hinted with humor, Trunk's voice was tense.
Goten reached back to his neck slowly causing Trunk's to run forward at the sight of the object in his friend's hand. Bright red feathers, transparent plastic and the glint of light as it reflects off the tip of a sharp needle. Goten remained on his feet, yet his hands had begun to shake.
"Trunks.? I feel tired" The dart fell from the boy's fingers as he was led towards the nearest doorway. ////
What happened next was but a blur in Trunk's memory. It had happened so fast. No reason. A warm liquid began to form in the corners of his eyes. He had been unable to save his friend.
//// Goten jerked as a second dart appeared in his neck. (1) Letting his friend drop, Trunks began to power up, light blue (not sure of his colour of power level before SSJ) wisps surrounding his body.
"Who's there?"
His answer was the sound of a speeding dart. Listening carefully he was able to roll back his left shoulder, avoiding the weapon. Another grazed his right ear. In shock he relaxed the matching hand, touching his swelling in anger.
Burning flames seemed to lick at his raised wrist.
Trunks froze as black suits leapt from the top of the wall, fell from the Capsule Corp building behind him, just appeared. He could feel his energy slowly draining, moved as best he could to block the black suits path to Goten yet when he tried to increase his power he felt it feed the ever- increasing need for sleep.
His arms were suddenly grabbed, vision swaying. Instinctually he relaxed his arms and pulled swiftly down towards him. He was too late. Goten had disappeared. The black suits moved away as Trunk's ran limply into his home. //// Standing protectively over his son Vegeta called Bulma from the large lounge. His eyes burning with unrelenting fury, pacing. Someone had harmed his son. Kakarrot's son, he had sworn a silent vow to watch over them.
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(1) I know some would believe that a bullet or needle as is above would not pierce a saiyan's skin easily. This will be explained in the future. And do remember, Goten and Trunks are but 7 & 8 year olds.
Summary: The World Martial Arts Tournament is over, yet Yamu and Spopovich never turned up. What would happen if Buu were never created? Now that Goku is gone, Gohan has to tend to his last years in Orange Star High. Yet all is not as it seems, a new power is arising. Did you think that in the years that the Z heroes have fought and protected the earth, they would go unnoticed?
Notes: The school details/running of system are created similar to the Australian system, since that is the only I know. This is my first Dragon Ball Z Fanfic, so be kind please. I haven't had a chance to properly edit and read over the chapters for lack of time, yet two of my friend read it over.
I'd absolutely love feedback.
////memories//// "speech" thoughts
* * * * * * * * * *
'In truth there are no heroes. For heroes always liberate. Never fail.' Anonymous
* * * * * * * * * *
"Name?" the dull speech of the man alone caused him to yawn. As the machine was washed over his body, steady beeps radiated from the nearby laptop.
"Gohan Son"
Gohan kept his power hidden with increased intensity as a horrid feeling struck his stomach.
"Next"
"Videl Satan"
"Next"
"Joseph."
Walking towards their lockers, the voices of agitated students surrounded them.
"What do you think that was all about?" Erasa asked curiously. Sharpner shrugged,
"Crack down on weapons?"
"But there were never any here" replied Videl.
Gohan tried to listen however that horrid feeling began to torment him.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Father!"
Trunks burst through the hallway of his Capsule Corp home, breathing heavily for loss of energy. His young form moved in a beeline towards the gravity chamber, the knowledge that his mother was away on business ticking over in his mind.
"father."
Voice weakening he fell heavily on the doorframe and pressed a large red button, which below read, *Emergency Stop*. Moments later from behind the closed door came the enraged cry of Vegeta. Trunk's muscles jerked, his chest heaving as the heavy steel door slid open.
"Trunks!! What are you.?" Vegeta's fuming face receded as his silver locked son fell towards him taking grip of his sweat covered tank top. Swiftly catching the boy, Vegeta took him somewhat gently in his arms,
"What happened?! You should be at school!" Vegeta's voice while in it's usual tone sustained a most rare emotion. Fear.
".Goten, they got Goten."
"Who did?"
"Black s-suits."
Trunk's vision began to blur, the memory of his interrupted training session with Goten egged on by the burning pain upon his wrist, which he gripped protectively.
//// The usual business of a week day morning began to awake in the depths of West City. Two boys could be heard in unconstrained laughter, yet hidden from view by a towering fence. Considered the pinnacle of innocence, their calming chuckles gave way to heavy breathing. Yet these children were seen as far from innocent when the neighbouring wrinkled do-gooder was concerned.
"Another round?" Goten's head popped up from glistening grass eyes questioning Trunk's hopefully. Draped across a remarkably low tree branch, Trunk's studied the grass soundlessly.
"Trunks?"
"Face it Goten, you're never gonna beat me!" Grinning teasingly the 8 year old leapt up onto the branch, taking a fighting stance whilst gaining balance.
"We'll see!"
"Wait a minute, we're gonna be late for school"
Letting out a surprised chuckled Goten rose to his feet,
"Since when 'ave you worried about school"
"Since your mother threatened to.well, you know your mum!"
"Ok, let's."
Goten's voice was suddenly cut short. His eyes wide in fear and surprise. Locking eyes with his friend, Goku's youngest began to tremble softly.
"Goten.? School's not that bad" Whilst hinted with humor, Trunk's voice was tense.
Goten reached back to his neck slowly causing Trunk's to run forward at the sight of the object in his friend's hand. Bright red feathers, transparent plastic and the glint of light as it reflects off the tip of a sharp needle. Goten remained on his feet, yet his hands had begun to shake.
"Trunks.? I feel tired" The dart fell from the boy's fingers as he was led towards the nearest doorway. ////
What happened next was but a blur in Trunk's memory. It had happened so fast. No reason. A warm liquid began to form in the corners of his eyes. He had been unable to save his friend.
//// Goten jerked as a second dart appeared in his neck. (1) Letting his friend drop, Trunks began to power up, light blue (not sure of his colour of power level before SSJ) wisps surrounding his body.
"Who's there?"
His answer was the sound of a speeding dart. Listening carefully he was able to roll back his left shoulder, avoiding the weapon. Another grazed his right ear. In shock he relaxed the matching hand, touching his swelling in anger.
Burning flames seemed to lick at his raised wrist.
Trunks froze as black suits leapt from the top of the wall, fell from the Capsule Corp building behind him, just appeared. He could feel his energy slowly draining, moved as best he could to block the black suits path to Goten yet when he tried to increase his power he felt it feed the ever- increasing need for sleep.
His arms were suddenly grabbed, vision swaying. Instinctually he relaxed his arms and pulled swiftly down towards him. He was too late. Goten had disappeared. The black suits moved away as Trunk's ran limply into his home. //// Standing protectively over his son Vegeta called Bulma from the large lounge. His eyes burning with unrelenting fury, pacing. Someone had harmed his son. Kakarrot's son, he had sworn a silent vow to watch over them.
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(1) I know some would believe that a bullet or needle as is above would not pierce a saiyan's skin easily. This will be explained in the future. And do remember, Goten and Trunks are but 7 & 8 year olds.