Chapter 1 - Resurrections

The first human to set foot on Namek in many years stood before it's leader, Moori. The sun blazed through the emerald sky, casting a blinding light around him making him appear holy. The sun dimmed as he bowed down to the great Namekian. Doubled over before him was a young man just entering adulthood, with rippling, yet cut muscles, a denim jacket with the Capsule Corp. insignia on it and lavender hair that flowed in the breeze, parted to either side. He rose his piercing silver eyes to meet the elder's, who smiled curtly. A gale sent ripples through the startlingly blue grass, but the human did not falter.

"Welcome. We have awaited the second coming of the Earthlings for quite some time. What business do you bring to Namek, and what is your name?"

"Thank you, Moori, it's an honor. I'm Trunks, the son of Vegeta. I'm here on an important mission. Earth is in a lot of trouble."

Moori looked up in recollection.

"You say these words with great confidence, Trunks, but you do not realize that your father mercilessly killed our kind for his own benefit. You are very lucky that he changed his ways and fought for the Namekian people before his death. I think I already know, but what may we do to help you? We forever owe a debt to you for giving our race hope."

"Hope..." Trunks thought, "These Namekians are pure of heart. Hope is something I had as a child but after everyone died...even Gohan...I had to abandon emotions. But hopefully he'll help us. Come on, I'm due for a miracle!"

Trunks swallowed hard and spoke up.

"We need the Dragonballs. After we left, two Androids were brought to life by a madman bent on killing Goku. But these Androids turned on their master and killed him, and by the time they escaped Goku had already died of a heart attack. Goku...he passed away the same moment I was born." Trunks looked down in respect. "The Androids turned to the human race, and slaughtered us for entertainment. They had no mercy and no limits to their strength. Millions died every day until the only survivors were few and far between. My mentor Gohan tried to stand up to them but even he was killed. I traveled through time to change things and when I returned I destroyed the Androids. But now there's less than 10,000 human beings left alive. I was too late. I'm here to ask if you can help us...bring them back." His voice wavered with emotions at various parts of his tale, especially taking a dip at Gohan's death.

Moori turned grim.

"I'm sure you know well the Namekian Dragonballs are only to be used in times of great crisis. They are not to be taken lightly and are only meant for the purpose of sustaining the universe."

Trunks turned desperate.

"Please Moori! Without them we have no hope left, even though we have a few humans left...they're dying of the same heart disease that killed Goku along with a great famine! This IS a crisis!"

Moori chuckled. The Guru spread his arms in a peaceful gesture.

"Relax, child. I never had any intention of turning your offer down. We will have the Dragonballs collected for you tonight. Let there be peace between humans and Namekians, for I sense great things in you. I will not judge by the sins of your father."

Trunks bowed his head in gratitude and smiled.

"Thank you Moori. I won't ever forget this."

Stars, beautiful stars swirled above his vision endlessly, a sight he had gone without for many years. He lay still, his back to the cold ground, disbelievingly clenching his hand into a fist.

"Is this real? Where am I? It looks like...it feels...but it can't be can it?" His red gi oddly pale in the moonlight, Gohan stood, looking at his outstretched hands in shock. He rotated his left arm, which had been cut off by the Androids when he had fought to protect Trunks. Everything felt overwhelmingly...alive. When he was dead everything was mundane and obscure but now his senses seemed overwhelmingly sharp. Gohan looked up at the sky with a cryptic smirk.

"Thank you Trunks." An explosion of energy, and Gohan took the to the skies, the blackness of the night reeling before the power that radiated off of his body. The Saiyan looked over the town with a disgusted look on his face. It was the exact place where he had died, on a very rainy night. He remembered it perfectly. With a swift knife-hand to the throat, he had knocked Trunks out, having convinced him that he'd let him fight. Knowing his life was useless now that he had fully trained the younger boy, he had fought the Androids until they mercilessly ripped him apart, somehow lasting for quite a while with his one arm. It was all pointless in the end however, an outlook that he had even taken on life itself once he found his soul wandering the Otherworld.

Now his cold eyes passed over the ruined buildings, the countless bodies, the bloodstains and cars disturbingly still in the streets. Rubble spilled about the ground like some uncharted leaden lake. He sorrowfully forced himself to cast his eyes away from the dread scene, thinking aimlessly to the providence it once was. Suddenly though, the sounds of his memories seemed to transfix themselves into true form, as if the people still thrived below him. Not expecting anything except for a hint of his own insanity, Gohan looked down, and his heart stopped in his chest. Corpses were just rising up from the ground, suddenly fully healed of all wounds. His eyes widened and he let a nervous laugh escape him.

"It's over..." He said, and sped away as bewildered human eyes turned to him from below. He laughed again, spinning in midair, cherishing the sounds of life. "He did it. It's over. Trunks saved the world."

Millions of miles away, the ground trembled on planet Namek, blue grass reduced to nothingness, cracks scathing the otherwise perfect terrain. A large ship had arrived, and it's drawbridge descended to the ground as hundreds of uniformed aliens spilled out over the landscape, searching frantically.

Crystal eyes sprang open, and Trunks had awoken in his sleep from his Capsule Corp. ship at the presence of several abnormally large kis. He threw his clothes on and darted out into the morning sun.