Episode 22 – More Time
Trunks was stuffing himself with lunch his mom cooked. "This is so good. The Hyperbolic Chamber could never give me this good of a meal," he complimented. "So why do you think Lee is out so long?" asked Bulma in a concerned tone. While stuffing himself, he said "Don't worry, I think he is over the whole depressing thing. He is gonna be alright." "How can you say that? He may be a fighter, but he is like every human, he has emotions. The worst thing you can deal with in the world is a loss of a family member. And that is stronger than a thousand Kamehamehas," said Chi Chi, "I mean that boy has gone through enough. He has the potential to go suicide any moment now." "Chi Chi, don't say anything like that. Sorry, Gods of the world, he won't die, he and Trunks will redeem Earth once again," said Bulma with her hands together in a shaking praying motion. "Hey I said potential, it doesn't mean he will do it or not," she said facing the window.
Trunks stopped eating and stood up. "You're right, I should go check on him," said Trunks, while walking toward the door, until the door was blasted opened and Trunks caught it. Lee lying on the floor with bruises, blood all over himself and clothes, and full of cuts.
"What happened?" asked Trunks. Lee crawled in slowly, until half his body was in the house and half outside. "Hand me over a Senzu bean, first you idiot," he said in a low, weak voice. Trunks hurriedly digged his hand into his pocket, to find a Senzu bean. "Here," he said, while handing it over to Lee. Once Lee ate it, he jumped up to his feet to show his 100% recovery. "Aaaah, that feels so much better. Now time to get my revenge," he said, while stretching. He walked toward hole that used to be a doorway.
Trunks jumped in front of him with his hands spreaded out, blocking Lee. "So?" asked Trunks. "So what? Oh that, don't remind me. Lets just say I bought some more time to train to fight against the new warrior, T3," he said in a grumpy tone. "They have the weirdest names, don't you think Bulma? I mean, whatever happened to John or Steve?" Chi Chi butted in. "So it's T3 now, eh? How you did it?" Trunks asked. "Uh, why do Saiyans have to be so annoying? I'll tell you anyway. They came to me, during the burial of my mother. They challenged us to give a final fight now or it will be the end of me right there and soon you and your family. I knew at our state, we couldn't do jack shit, so I tried to make some sort of deal to get more time to train, without them causing havoc or killing any innocent civilians during it. I said if that they wanted a worthy challenge, it would be worth the week's wait," said Lee. "He actually accepted that?" asked Trunks in a surprised voice. "Well, duh. I just said I bought some more time to train. Well, actually that no good punk didn't exactly accept that offer," he told him. Trunks just gave a confused look. "First, I had to bark like some freaking mut on some damn stage in some f city, they would embarrass me there, just like the old times when I was kidnapped," he said with rage, "Then he tied me with some tough chain and made me listen to him talked crap about the people I care about most. My mom and sensei. Afterwards, they pathetic excuse of whatever he is, pounded me to his pleasing And when I thought I gave us at least a week of training time, he brutally attacked me with some energy attack, to say that no matter how much we trained he will still kill us. So he changed it to an exactly day's worth of training. If we pass a little more than that, your mom would be killed."
Trunks and Lee stared at each other, building up the intensity in the room. "I will get my revenge," thought Lee as he stared into Trunks. "I won't let the Earth down," thought Trunks. "Let's do it then," said Trunks in a serious tone.
Bulma, while facing toward the kitchen, asked "Lee, dear, you should get some homemade food in your stomach before you start training," said Bulma, while turning around toward Lee and Trunks. They were already gone.
Trunks was stuffing himself with lunch his mom cooked. "This is so good. The Hyperbolic Chamber could never give me this good of a meal," he complimented. "So why do you think Lee is out so long?" asked Bulma in a concerned tone. While stuffing himself, he said "Don't worry, I think he is over the whole depressing thing. He is gonna be alright." "How can you say that? He may be a fighter, but he is like every human, he has emotions. The worst thing you can deal with in the world is a loss of a family member. And that is stronger than a thousand Kamehamehas," said Chi Chi, "I mean that boy has gone through enough. He has the potential to go suicide any moment now." "Chi Chi, don't say anything like that. Sorry, Gods of the world, he won't die, he and Trunks will redeem Earth once again," said Bulma with her hands together in a shaking praying motion. "Hey I said potential, it doesn't mean he will do it or not," she said facing the window.
Trunks stopped eating and stood up. "You're right, I should go check on him," said Trunks, while walking toward the door, until the door was blasted opened and Trunks caught it. Lee lying on the floor with bruises, blood all over himself and clothes, and full of cuts.
"What happened?" asked Trunks. Lee crawled in slowly, until half his body was in the house and half outside. "Hand me over a Senzu bean, first you idiot," he said in a low, weak voice. Trunks hurriedly digged his hand into his pocket, to find a Senzu bean. "Here," he said, while handing it over to Lee. Once Lee ate it, he jumped up to his feet to show his 100% recovery. "Aaaah, that feels so much better. Now time to get my revenge," he said, while stretching. He walked toward hole that used to be a doorway.
Trunks jumped in front of him with his hands spreaded out, blocking Lee. "So?" asked Trunks. "So what? Oh that, don't remind me. Lets just say I bought some more time to train to fight against the new warrior, T3," he said in a grumpy tone. "They have the weirdest names, don't you think Bulma? I mean, whatever happened to John or Steve?" Chi Chi butted in. "So it's T3 now, eh? How you did it?" Trunks asked. "Uh, why do Saiyans have to be so annoying? I'll tell you anyway. They came to me, during the burial of my mother. They challenged us to give a final fight now or it will be the end of me right there and soon you and your family. I knew at our state, we couldn't do jack shit, so I tried to make some sort of deal to get more time to train, without them causing havoc or killing any innocent civilians during it. I said if that they wanted a worthy challenge, it would be worth the week's wait," said Lee. "He actually accepted that?" asked Trunks in a surprised voice. "Well, duh. I just said I bought some more time to train. Well, actually that no good punk didn't exactly accept that offer," he told him. Trunks just gave a confused look. "First, I had to bark like some freaking mut on some damn stage in some f city, they would embarrass me there, just like the old times when I was kidnapped," he said with rage, "Then he tied me with some tough chain and made me listen to him talked crap about the people I care about most. My mom and sensei. Afterwards, they pathetic excuse of whatever he is, pounded me to his pleasing And when I thought I gave us at least a week of training time, he brutally attacked me with some energy attack, to say that no matter how much we trained he will still kill us. So he changed it to an exactly day's worth of training. If we pass a little more than that, your mom would be killed."
Trunks and Lee stared at each other, building up the intensity in the room. "I will get my revenge," thought Lee as he stared into Trunks. "I won't let the Earth down," thought Trunks. "Let's do it then," said Trunks in a serious tone.
Bulma, while facing toward the kitchen, asked "Lee, dear, you should get some homemade food in your stomach before you start training," said Bulma, while turning around toward Lee and Trunks. They were already gone.