Chapter 2
"Gomenasai!" Azaelya said helping the woman up. "Here this is yours..." She gave the woman her purse, and an I.D card fell out of it. Azaelya read the name and was shocked. "Oh god... you're Buruma Briefs... Gomenasai! Gomenasai! Gomenasai! Please forgive me! I mean. Oh God!"
Bururma didn't know what to do. "It's okay. Really, I'm not worried by it, you shouldn't be either." She tried to hold off her surprise that someone would treat her so well.
Azaelya dusted herself off and then without thinking blurted out, "Trunks killed the Jinzoningen!"
Buruma grabbed her by the arm and pulled her closer. "What do you know?" She asked harshly. She didn't want any news of this getting out.
"Not much... I saw him fight and heard them call him Trunks. I tried to fight them and couldn't do anything. My father... was a martial artist. They were killed so I tried to avenge them. Is that wrong?"
"No. Come back to my place." Bururma and her began to walk away.
Although they were using time to propel themselves to Nameck-sei, it still seemed to take an immense amount of time to reach their destination. Probably because of Popo's lack of power. They arrived though, and Trunks hopes went up in flames.
"God no..." He muttered.
The village of Dende had been destroyed. As had most of the other villages on Nameck-sei. Hundreds of Nameck-jin's lay in bloody heaps on the ground.
Popo was frightened of this beyond belief. "Trunks-kun... maybe we should leave."
A flash of pure energy enveloped Trunks. "Not a chance in hell Popo- san." He focused his chi and prepared to find the power he had only just begun to sense. "Go hide."
Popo began to run towards the last standing building in the village. Trunks felt two chi signals rapidly grow and then in the same instant, disappear. Popo hadn't felt it obviously, even Trunks wasn't sure if it had occurred, but he wasn't going to let Popo die. But it was too late. A thin beam ripped through Popo's chest spilling blood everywhere. A figure Zanzokened in front of Popo and an electro-whip grabbed Popo buy the neck and held him up. Trunks stood there, frozen, watching everything that was happening. He knew they had seen him, and were now just making him suffer. Trunks' view was blocked by a second figure. This one was female, and ignited an electro-sword. She dug it into Popo's back, more blood dripped on the ground. She then snapped his neck.
She returned the blade to her pouch and faced Trunks. "There's no reason for you to be here. There's no Dragonball's of any kind. Not even—"
"Quiet, Ojuohsib." The male told her. "We must go and report. Soon Zarak's goal will be fulfilled." She grinned. And the two zanzokened after she blew Trunks a kiss.
At Zarak's ship, he stood analyzing the data from his previous attempts. "Why does nothing work?" He cried in frustration.
"Master we return." Ojuohsib said proudly.
Tetsujin stood silently at the door watching the two people report to Zarak.
"There was a Saiya-jin."
Interest burned into Zarak's eyes. "Really? Tell me more." He slid into his seat even more and picked up his wine.
At the Son residence on Earth, Chi-Chi struggled to keep sane on the phone to Buruma. Her and her father lived alone now that Gohan was dead, and she had only just heard that Trunks had gone to Kaio-sama to learn the location of New Nameck-sei.
"Bururma-san I ain't gonna survive a meeting with Gokou-san! It's been to long! Especially since he's been dead for a long time!" Chi-Chi cried into the phone.
"I know Chi-Chi-san! Calm down. We don't even know if it'll succeed. Trunks has been different ever since he returned from the past." Buruma sighed. "I just don't think it was a good idea to send him after all." Buruma's phone began to beep. "Chi-Chi-san! I've got another call. Come around. Now we'll talk some more okay! Bye-bye!"
Azaelya was wearing a pair of Buruma's pant's, and Trunk's black singlets.
Bururma smiled. "See! I told you that the pants would look good on you! I'm to old for black leather. But why the singlet?"
Azaelya shrugged. "It just seemed more, me." Azaelya sat down next to Buruma. "So you wanted to know about me, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. Well I'm only 17. The Jinzoningen killed my parents, but not before my father could teach me the basics of fighting. A man named Gohan taught the rest of my abilities to me. I don't know what happened to him... We met when he saved my house. He got us to safety. When I was about 12 Gohan left and never returned. Then my parents were killed. I've been a homeless person ever since then. I found all the money I had on a dead guy so I stole it. That's all there is to tell." This shocked Bururma.
"I had no idea... I'm so—"
Azaelya was shaking her head. "Don't. Don't you dare feel sorry for me. I can't deal with that."
A knock at the door was enough to break the silence. Bururma got up and got the door.
"Chi-Chi-san!" Buruma cried. "Come in, sit down."
Chi-Chi walked in and prepared to sit down when Azaelya caught her eye. "Who are you?"
"So you're sure he was a Saiya-jin?" Zarak queried Nenuohsib.
"No doubt about it, sir. He was definitely of the Saiya-jin persuasion." Nenuohsib said.
"Interesting, I haven't seen a Saiya-jin since Furiza chased me away all those years ago... I've heard of some before..."
Ojuohsib walked behind Zarak, rubbing her chest against his back. She stroked his face and pulled it towards him, before planting a kiss on it. At first he reciprocated, but soon enough he pushed her away. "Thank you, for telling me that. Now leave."
Ojuohsib looked at him, shocked. "What do you...?"
"Sadly, you no longer have the spark with me you once did. I need a woman molded in eh way I want her to be. Which is what I will create."
Ojuohsib picked her self and ran off.
Tetsujin looked at Nenuohsib and his eyes showed a smirk forming under his metal faceplate. Nenuohsib scowled and walked away.
Three soldiers (the first was medium height and build, the second was asleep, but fairly tall, against the side of the ship, and the third, strong build and the tallest, was taking target practice on a rock) stood out the front of Zarak's ship. They were acting fairly casually and obviously unknowledgeable of Trunks. And the power of the Saiya-jin half breed.
"Hey boys... Wanna dance?" He asked casually.
Trunks zanzokened in front of a soldier and grabbed him by the back of the head, and punched him in the face four times. He snapped the soldier's neck and threw him into the third soldier. The second soldier jumped up and fired three chi blasts at Trunks. With no effort Trunks deflected all three of them. He kneed the soldier in the face and uppercutted him before he fell to the ground, and sent him into the ship. By then the third soldier had gotten up and charged at Trunks. Trunks raised his hand and fired a blast directly through his chest. He collapsed immediately.
"Hello, Saiya-jin." Zarak said. "We're leaving for Earth now, care to join us for the ride?"
Trunks moved his arms around before bringing them right out in front of him. "Burning Attack!" Zarak hit it into the ground, throwing smoke and dust everywhere. This was the only distraction Trunks needed. He dashed towards Zarak only to be thrown off his feet by an electro-whip! He slammed down hard and everything went black when Zarak kicked him in the face.
"So this girl is a homeless person?" Chi-Chi asked. "That was trained by my Gohan-chan?"
Azaelya nodded slightly, "he was a great man, Chi-Chi." She said. An uneasy silence fell around the room.
Bururma gave Chi-Chi and Azaelya a plate with some cake on it. "Here. So Chi-Chi tell me, have you considered my offer?"
Chi-Chi put her cake on the table. "Yes. I will move in. Gohan-chan, Gokou- san, and my dad are all dead. So I don't want to be alone anymore. I ain't gonna die alone."
"Good. Well it's getting late... Chi-Chi, you know where your room is. And Azaelya I've shown you as well. So goodnight." Buruma walked away and crept up the stairs.
Azaelya and Chi-Chi continued to eat their cake, reminiscing about Gohan, life before the Jinzoningen attacked and their futures. Another hour passed before they went to bed.
As Azaelya climbed into bed she thought of her meeting with Trunks tomorrow. And of Gohan again. "Trunks... I hope you're everything I think you are..." She drifted off to sleep.
Harsh winds blew in the desert that was once South City, Azaelya stood wearing a gi similar to Gohan's with a black Jumpsuit underneath. The Jinzoningen stood in front of her, preparing to kill her. They said something, but she couldn't hear it.
"What did you say?" She cried.
Their mouths moved again, this time they finished off with what was obviously a laugh.
"Shutup!" Again, there was no noise except for her.
Azaelya used the ki flowing techniques Gohan had taught her giving her a bright blue aura. She flew towards the two Jinzoningen, only to be stopped and thrown back, buy an invisible wall. She winced and looked up at the two Jinzoningen expecting them to be laughing, only to be shocked when she saw two skeletons crumble to dust. Where they were standing, now stood Trunks and a man she had never seen before.
His pure white hair waved around almost hypnotically in the wind, which was growing stronger and stronger. His skin was a very pale azure color, and his eyes were red like the fires of hell. Despite his fearsomeness, one word stuck inside Azaelya's head: Bishounen.
The wind's strength continued growing. Trunks gave a tight smile, and a tornado enveloped the two of them. The dust blowing everywhere obscured her vision and caused her to close her eyes. When she had opened them again, the two had vanished.
Thinking the worst was over, she relaxed and heard her name said softly behind her. She turned to see two familiar faces. Her parents, Horrible rotting corpses attempting to smother her with what was left of their flesh. She let off a bloodcurdling scream just after her father told her, "you'll join us soon!"
Azaelya awoke with a jolt, surprised to see the sunlight outside. She looked at her clock, 10:37 AM. How could it be so late? She tried desperately to shake the dream out of her mind. She tried to jump out of bed, but was—of course—tangled up in the blankets and fell flat on her face.
"Today is going to be a bad day..." She muttered to herself angrily, and when she heard someone laugh she knew it could only get worse. She looked up slowly, and to her surprise saw a rather bruised Trunks looking at her.
He reached down to help her up, "you must Azaelya. My mother told me about you."
Azaelya took his hand and got to her feet. "Oh yeah? What did she say?"
"That you could fight, you were in need of some support and I could be the person to help you with both."
Azaelya stifled a laugh. "You do realize don't you? That sounds like she's trying to set us up."
Trunks nodded in agreeance. "Either way we should start training now. Do you want a shower or anything?"
"No... Gohan would always just get straight into the training. So I do as well. It's how her taught me." Azaelya noticed Trunks' jaw tighten when she mentioned her training from Gohan. Buruma had told her how well the two got along and now she regretted saying anything.
Trunks forced a smile and signaled for them to go downstairs.
The command center in Zarak's ship was empty except for one man. He hid his face behind a mask you would expect to see at a party, and wore a cybernetic suit obviously inspired by Saiya-jin armor, medieval knights and sleek, mecha with souls.
He stroked his chin thoughtfully, the encryption to Zarak's personal files was good, but not good enough to stop he and his Slicer chips getting through. Zarak's father, Zarkon, had asked him to a little bit of spring cleaning for his son. In other words: Access his personal files and give him the dirt.
The beeps sounded and the screen flashed a bright red color, which within seconds, was taken over by the real screen. The man now had full access to Zarak's files. Zarkon would be very pleased indeed
The four Slicer chips began to glow, as the data was downloaded. For a moment the man hesitated. Although his allegiance was to Zarkon, would it be worth enduring the wrath Zarak could bring down on him? Would it be worth it betraying Ojuohsib? He shook the thoughts out of his head and let them finish downloading.
Within seconds after he was finished, he vanished leaving no sign he had ever been there.
The door opened and Azaelya walked in. Tetsujin was searching for someone for Zarak to 'play' with. And both Zarak and Nenuohsib had gone to deliver Trunks back home.
"Trunks was a perfectly good specimen... Why couldn't Zarak have just used him?" Azaelya muttered to herself. "Oh that's right! He needed a new playmate. Bah! At least I still have Nenuohsib. He'll comfort me when Zarak takes this new slut of his."
Azaelya stopped when she neared the terminal. A slight scent hit her. She sniffed the air attempting to pick up on it more. After a few minutes she identified who it was. Naibu-jin had incredibly powerful senses, more so than any human or Saiya-jin. Smells could be faked easy enough, but if this was who she thought it was... Well she knew the imprint his hand left on items. She ran her hands along the keyboard.
She pulled out a com-link. Sure Zarak and Nenuohsib would be back soon, but they needed to know this now. She tuned into Zarak's personal frequency and gave him a simple message. "Strachan was here."
"Gomenasai!" Azaelya said helping the woman up. "Here this is yours..." She gave the woman her purse, and an I.D card fell out of it. Azaelya read the name and was shocked. "Oh god... you're Buruma Briefs... Gomenasai! Gomenasai! Gomenasai! Please forgive me! I mean. Oh God!"
Bururma didn't know what to do. "It's okay. Really, I'm not worried by it, you shouldn't be either." She tried to hold off her surprise that someone would treat her so well.
Azaelya dusted herself off and then without thinking blurted out, "Trunks killed the Jinzoningen!"
Buruma grabbed her by the arm and pulled her closer. "What do you know?" She asked harshly. She didn't want any news of this getting out.
"Not much... I saw him fight and heard them call him Trunks. I tried to fight them and couldn't do anything. My father... was a martial artist. They were killed so I tried to avenge them. Is that wrong?"
"No. Come back to my place." Bururma and her began to walk away.
Although they were using time to propel themselves to Nameck-sei, it still seemed to take an immense amount of time to reach their destination. Probably because of Popo's lack of power. They arrived though, and Trunks hopes went up in flames.
"God no..." He muttered.
The village of Dende had been destroyed. As had most of the other villages on Nameck-sei. Hundreds of Nameck-jin's lay in bloody heaps on the ground.
Popo was frightened of this beyond belief. "Trunks-kun... maybe we should leave."
A flash of pure energy enveloped Trunks. "Not a chance in hell Popo- san." He focused his chi and prepared to find the power he had only just begun to sense. "Go hide."
Popo began to run towards the last standing building in the village. Trunks felt two chi signals rapidly grow and then in the same instant, disappear. Popo hadn't felt it obviously, even Trunks wasn't sure if it had occurred, but he wasn't going to let Popo die. But it was too late. A thin beam ripped through Popo's chest spilling blood everywhere. A figure Zanzokened in front of Popo and an electro-whip grabbed Popo buy the neck and held him up. Trunks stood there, frozen, watching everything that was happening. He knew they had seen him, and were now just making him suffer. Trunks' view was blocked by a second figure. This one was female, and ignited an electro-sword. She dug it into Popo's back, more blood dripped on the ground. She then snapped his neck.
She returned the blade to her pouch and faced Trunks. "There's no reason for you to be here. There's no Dragonball's of any kind. Not even—"
"Quiet, Ojuohsib." The male told her. "We must go and report. Soon Zarak's goal will be fulfilled." She grinned. And the two zanzokened after she blew Trunks a kiss.
At Zarak's ship, he stood analyzing the data from his previous attempts. "Why does nothing work?" He cried in frustration.
"Master we return." Ojuohsib said proudly.
Tetsujin stood silently at the door watching the two people report to Zarak.
"There was a Saiya-jin."
Interest burned into Zarak's eyes. "Really? Tell me more." He slid into his seat even more and picked up his wine.
At the Son residence on Earth, Chi-Chi struggled to keep sane on the phone to Buruma. Her and her father lived alone now that Gohan was dead, and she had only just heard that Trunks had gone to Kaio-sama to learn the location of New Nameck-sei.
"Bururma-san I ain't gonna survive a meeting with Gokou-san! It's been to long! Especially since he's been dead for a long time!" Chi-Chi cried into the phone.
"I know Chi-Chi-san! Calm down. We don't even know if it'll succeed. Trunks has been different ever since he returned from the past." Buruma sighed. "I just don't think it was a good idea to send him after all." Buruma's phone began to beep. "Chi-Chi-san! I've got another call. Come around. Now we'll talk some more okay! Bye-bye!"
Azaelya was wearing a pair of Buruma's pant's, and Trunk's black singlets.
Bururma smiled. "See! I told you that the pants would look good on you! I'm to old for black leather. But why the singlet?"
Azaelya shrugged. "It just seemed more, me." Azaelya sat down next to Buruma. "So you wanted to know about me, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. Well I'm only 17. The Jinzoningen killed my parents, but not before my father could teach me the basics of fighting. A man named Gohan taught the rest of my abilities to me. I don't know what happened to him... We met when he saved my house. He got us to safety. When I was about 12 Gohan left and never returned. Then my parents were killed. I've been a homeless person ever since then. I found all the money I had on a dead guy so I stole it. That's all there is to tell." This shocked Bururma.
"I had no idea... I'm so—"
Azaelya was shaking her head. "Don't. Don't you dare feel sorry for me. I can't deal with that."
A knock at the door was enough to break the silence. Bururma got up and got the door.
"Chi-Chi-san!" Buruma cried. "Come in, sit down."
Chi-Chi walked in and prepared to sit down when Azaelya caught her eye. "Who are you?"
"So you're sure he was a Saiya-jin?" Zarak queried Nenuohsib.
"No doubt about it, sir. He was definitely of the Saiya-jin persuasion." Nenuohsib said.
"Interesting, I haven't seen a Saiya-jin since Furiza chased me away all those years ago... I've heard of some before..."
Ojuohsib walked behind Zarak, rubbing her chest against his back. She stroked his face and pulled it towards him, before planting a kiss on it. At first he reciprocated, but soon enough he pushed her away. "Thank you, for telling me that. Now leave."
Ojuohsib looked at him, shocked. "What do you...?"
"Sadly, you no longer have the spark with me you once did. I need a woman molded in eh way I want her to be. Which is what I will create."
Ojuohsib picked her self and ran off.
Tetsujin looked at Nenuohsib and his eyes showed a smirk forming under his metal faceplate. Nenuohsib scowled and walked away.
Three soldiers (the first was medium height and build, the second was asleep, but fairly tall, against the side of the ship, and the third, strong build and the tallest, was taking target practice on a rock) stood out the front of Zarak's ship. They were acting fairly casually and obviously unknowledgeable of Trunks. And the power of the Saiya-jin half breed.
"Hey boys... Wanna dance?" He asked casually.
Trunks zanzokened in front of a soldier and grabbed him by the back of the head, and punched him in the face four times. He snapped the soldier's neck and threw him into the third soldier. The second soldier jumped up and fired three chi blasts at Trunks. With no effort Trunks deflected all three of them. He kneed the soldier in the face and uppercutted him before he fell to the ground, and sent him into the ship. By then the third soldier had gotten up and charged at Trunks. Trunks raised his hand and fired a blast directly through his chest. He collapsed immediately.
"Hello, Saiya-jin." Zarak said. "We're leaving for Earth now, care to join us for the ride?"
Trunks moved his arms around before bringing them right out in front of him. "Burning Attack!" Zarak hit it into the ground, throwing smoke and dust everywhere. This was the only distraction Trunks needed. He dashed towards Zarak only to be thrown off his feet by an electro-whip! He slammed down hard and everything went black when Zarak kicked him in the face.
"So this girl is a homeless person?" Chi-Chi asked. "That was trained by my Gohan-chan?"
Azaelya nodded slightly, "he was a great man, Chi-Chi." She said. An uneasy silence fell around the room.
Bururma gave Chi-Chi and Azaelya a plate with some cake on it. "Here. So Chi-Chi tell me, have you considered my offer?"
Chi-Chi put her cake on the table. "Yes. I will move in. Gohan-chan, Gokou- san, and my dad are all dead. So I don't want to be alone anymore. I ain't gonna die alone."
"Good. Well it's getting late... Chi-Chi, you know where your room is. And Azaelya I've shown you as well. So goodnight." Buruma walked away and crept up the stairs.
Azaelya and Chi-Chi continued to eat their cake, reminiscing about Gohan, life before the Jinzoningen attacked and their futures. Another hour passed before they went to bed.
As Azaelya climbed into bed she thought of her meeting with Trunks tomorrow. And of Gohan again. "Trunks... I hope you're everything I think you are..." She drifted off to sleep.
Harsh winds blew in the desert that was once South City, Azaelya stood wearing a gi similar to Gohan's with a black Jumpsuit underneath. The Jinzoningen stood in front of her, preparing to kill her. They said something, but she couldn't hear it.
"What did you say?" She cried.
Their mouths moved again, this time they finished off with what was obviously a laugh.
"Shutup!" Again, there was no noise except for her.
Azaelya used the ki flowing techniques Gohan had taught her giving her a bright blue aura. She flew towards the two Jinzoningen, only to be stopped and thrown back, buy an invisible wall. She winced and looked up at the two Jinzoningen expecting them to be laughing, only to be shocked when she saw two skeletons crumble to dust. Where they were standing, now stood Trunks and a man she had never seen before.
His pure white hair waved around almost hypnotically in the wind, which was growing stronger and stronger. His skin was a very pale azure color, and his eyes were red like the fires of hell. Despite his fearsomeness, one word stuck inside Azaelya's head: Bishounen.
The wind's strength continued growing. Trunks gave a tight smile, and a tornado enveloped the two of them. The dust blowing everywhere obscured her vision and caused her to close her eyes. When she had opened them again, the two had vanished.
Thinking the worst was over, she relaxed and heard her name said softly behind her. She turned to see two familiar faces. Her parents, Horrible rotting corpses attempting to smother her with what was left of their flesh. She let off a bloodcurdling scream just after her father told her, "you'll join us soon!"
Azaelya awoke with a jolt, surprised to see the sunlight outside. She looked at her clock, 10:37 AM. How could it be so late? She tried desperately to shake the dream out of her mind. She tried to jump out of bed, but was—of course—tangled up in the blankets and fell flat on her face.
"Today is going to be a bad day..." She muttered to herself angrily, and when she heard someone laugh she knew it could only get worse. She looked up slowly, and to her surprise saw a rather bruised Trunks looking at her.
He reached down to help her up, "you must Azaelya. My mother told me about you."
Azaelya took his hand and got to her feet. "Oh yeah? What did she say?"
"That you could fight, you were in need of some support and I could be the person to help you with both."
Azaelya stifled a laugh. "You do realize don't you? That sounds like she's trying to set us up."
Trunks nodded in agreeance. "Either way we should start training now. Do you want a shower or anything?"
"No... Gohan would always just get straight into the training. So I do as well. It's how her taught me." Azaelya noticed Trunks' jaw tighten when she mentioned her training from Gohan. Buruma had told her how well the two got along and now she regretted saying anything.
Trunks forced a smile and signaled for them to go downstairs.
The command center in Zarak's ship was empty except for one man. He hid his face behind a mask you would expect to see at a party, and wore a cybernetic suit obviously inspired by Saiya-jin armor, medieval knights and sleek, mecha with souls.
He stroked his chin thoughtfully, the encryption to Zarak's personal files was good, but not good enough to stop he and his Slicer chips getting through. Zarak's father, Zarkon, had asked him to a little bit of spring cleaning for his son. In other words: Access his personal files and give him the dirt.
The beeps sounded and the screen flashed a bright red color, which within seconds, was taken over by the real screen. The man now had full access to Zarak's files. Zarkon would be very pleased indeed
The four Slicer chips began to glow, as the data was downloaded. For a moment the man hesitated. Although his allegiance was to Zarkon, would it be worth enduring the wrath Zarak could bring down on him? Would it be worth it betraying Ojuohsib? He shook the thoughts out of his head and let them finish downloading.
Within seconds after he was finished, he vanished leaving no sign he had ever been there.
The door opened and Azaelya walked in. Tetsujin was searching for someone for Zarak to 'play' with. And both Zarak and Nenuohsib had gone to deliver Trunks back home.
"Trunks was a perfectly good specimen... Why couldn't Zarak have just used him?" Azaelya muttered to herself. "Oh that's right! He needed a new playmate. Bah! At least I still have Nenuohsib. He'll comfort me when Zarak takes this new slut of his."
Azaelya stopped when she neared the terminal. A slight scent hit her. She sniffed the air attempting to pick up on it more. After a few minutes she identified who it was. Naibu-jin had incredibly powerful senses, more so than any human or Saiya-jin. Smells could be faked easy enough, but if this was who she thought it was... Well she knew the imprint his hand left on items. She ran her hands along the keyboard.
She pulled out a com-link. Sure Zarak and Nenuohsib would be back soon, but they needed to know this now. She tuned into Zarak's personal frequency and gave him a simple message. "Strachan was here."