Hope For Life
By Gozilla
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't have anything. So don't sue me!
Please excuse my poor English. ^-^
Reviews are most welcomed!!
Enjoy!!
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Hi there! It is a yet another Future Trunks-centred self-inserted story. I got inspired by another fic which was a "what-if" story (Extremely sorry that I have forgotten the name of the fic. It was a very good fic. ^-^).
The story is set before Trunks goes back to the past to give the antidote to Goku. What if something tragic happened which just before he left for the past?
Enjoy talking. Please enjoy!
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*crap* - thoughts
"crap" - conversation
(crap) - author's note
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~In the future timeline~
"Mum?" Trunks shouted against all the noises echoed across the basement of the Capsule Corporation mansion, "Time for dinner!"
The 16 years old youth stood at the door and waited for the noise to die down. But he found no trace of the noise stopping. Trunks sighed and walked down to the basement, looking for his mother.
It had been almost 3 months since his last battle with the androids. He barely survived that battle and it took him a good two months before he was fully recovered. Ever since that near death experience, he realised that he was no match to the androids and that how fragile one's life was. He felt guilty for not listening to his mother in the first place. So he stayed out of any confrontation with the androids and accompanied his mother as much as possible during the last month.
Bulma, on the other hand, spent most of her time working on the time machine. She knew that she couldn't risk wasting any more time as Trunks might not be lucky enough to escape death in the next battle with the androids.
During the last month, Bulma spent around 15 hours a day working on the time machine. She left the all housework and shopping to her son. She was very surprised to see her home getting cleaner and tidier over time since the "handover" to Trunks. She even thought of handing over the housework to her son permanently.
"Mum?" Trunks shouted again as he approached his mother, who was totally concentrated on the machine. The noise was making his sensitive ears hurt, "Take a break! It's time for dinner!"
Finally Bulma stopped the work and pulled off the mechanic mask, "Trunks? What time is it? Oh, it's nine already? Sorry I didn't notice. Let's go upstairs and eat."
"So, what's for dinner? I hope it is not some mushy burnt dishes." Bulma asked as she threw an arm around her son's shoulder playfully.
Even after all the tragedies, Bulma had been able to keep her optimistic attitude. She always tried to cheer up her son as she knew that Trunks was under tremendous pressure of being the last hope of the world while not having enough strength to save it from the androids.
Trunks blushed at the question, "Mum! Would you stop making fun of my cooking skills? It has been improved a lot and I made your favourite dish tonight."
"Really?" Bulma smiled, "I can't wait to try that." as the two continued to walk towards the kitchen.
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~30 minutes later~
Bulma stretched and leaned back against the chair, patting her stomach satisfactorily, "Hmm... Your cooking has definitely improved. Whoever become your wife will be very lucky." as she winced an eye to Trunks.
"Mum!" Trunks protested, heavily blushing. He started picking up the bowls and dishes for clean up.
Bulma laughed, "Trunks, you are 16 years old already. Don't be so thin- skinned. You should go out and get to know some girls. You may find your wife out there."
"Mum!!!" Trunks protested again, his face as red as a tomato.
"Ok, ok." Bulma said, still laughing, "Back to business. I want you to help me to shop for a week's food and groceries tomorrow morning."
Trunks was puzzled, "Why such a rush? There are still a few days' supplies in the storeroom."
Bulma smiled victoriously, "Because you are going back to the past tomorrow. The time machine has been completed."
"Really?" Trunks asked excitedly, jumping off the chair, "So I can bring the antidote to Goku-san and change the history. And I can meet otousan. I really want to get to know him more."
"I think you should not expect too much about your father." Bulma looked at her excited son, starting to worry what the past Vegeta might do to his not-yet-existed son.
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~Early next morning~
Trunks drove the old family car to the nearest market to shop for food and groceries as his mother asked him to do. There were only a few of these markets left as people were afraid that the crowds would attract the attention of the androids.
Trunks bought the supplies quickly. He was about to leave the market when he was hit by a gigantic ki ball at the back, totally off-guarded.
The violent explosion sent great panic to the people around the area. They screamed and ran blindly among the cloud of dust and debris created by the explosion.
A man ran and bumped into two figures. He fell to the ground and yelled angrily, "Hey! Watch where you are going! You son of a..." he stopped yelling and his eyes wide-opened as he realised that he was yelling at his worst nightmare, the two androids. He quickly crawled away, crying and screaming all the way.
17 and 18 simply ignored the screaming humans. 18 sighed in annoyance, "Look what you have done. I told you not to play this stupid ambush game. Now you have probably killed the last of your more durable toys."
17 smiled, no trace of regret could be found on his face, "How could I know that he is so weak? You know, it has been three whole months since we last played with him. He has never been in a hideout for so long. We have completely destroyed two cities and he did not even show himself. I was excited when I saw him from the sky. I guess we will have to look for some other toys from now on."
Then something caught their attention. As the cloud of dust slowly faded away, they saw a figure lying beside the twisted remains of a used-to-be car. When they approached the figure, they saw the purple-hair youth was still breathing.
Trunks was unconscious and severely injured with deep wounds all over his body. His blood was forming a pool under his body.
"How amusing!" 17 said happily, kicking lightly on the side of the youth, "18, look! He is still alive! This is so incredible! He must be getting stronger than we have expected!"
18 spat in disgust, "What so good about it? He will not survive in this condition anyway. He will probably die in a few minutes. Why don't you just kill him now?"
An evil smile spread across 17's face, "No, I won't kill him now. I want to make this game even more interesting. 18, do you remember our fight with the other Z-warriors years ago? You recall how they had increased their power dramatically after seeing their friends being killed right in front of their eyes?"
"Yeah? So?" 18 said, unconcerned.
"I want to try an experiment on this brat." 17 said as he half-kneeled beside Trunks, who was still unconscious. He searched Trunks' jacket and found a licence card with the address of the Capsule Corporation on it.
"Listen, brat." 17 grabbed the youth's purple hair and held up his head, "Now I know where you live and I am going to kill whoever is in the house now. See if you can stop me and save them."
17 stood up and turned to 18, "Let's go." but he stopped after taking only 2 steps.
"Now what?" 18 said impatiently. She turned to see a stunned face of her brother, who was looking at his feet. She following 17's glaze and saw a hand holding firmly on his ankle.
It was Trunks. He felt his whole body was falling apart. He was shivering at the excruciating pain and his face was covered with sweat.
"No..." he protested weakly, "Don't you dare touching my mother..."
17 smiled evilly and kicked off Trunks' hand on his ankle, "We'll see about this." as he and 18 flied off towards the Capsule Corporation mansion.
Trunks used all his strength to get up, almost passed out with the pain. He flied home as fast as his battered body could carry him. His mind screaming, "Mum, please, please wait for me! I am coming! Please!"
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~20 minutes later~
Trunks forgot all about his injuries and the pain. He kneeled on the floor of the burning Capsule Corporation mansion and could only stare at a hand extended under a pile of rubbles which used to be a large wall. A hand, which belonged to his mother, holding two items in it, a capsule and a small bottle of transparent liquid.
It was too late. By the time he got home, the androids were nowhere to be seen, leaving the broken Capsule Corporation mansion in flame. Trunks ignored the intensive heat of the flame and rushed into the building, desperately searching for his mother.
All he could find was the broken body of Bulma under a pile of rubbles. She had managed to capsulate the time machine and to protect the antidote for Goku before the androids could destroy them. But she did not make it.
Trunks wanted to cry, but no tear came out of his eyes. He wanted to scream, but no sound came out of his mouth. His mind went completely blank, his body trembling.
"Well, well, well. Look who is finally here." a crude voice came.
17 stood at the door, smiling satisfactorily. 18 was beside him, her face indifference.
17 walked slowly towards Trunks, "You are better than I thought. I didn't expect you could even make it here alive. Now, according to the seriousness of your injuries, you will probably die on the spot even if we don't touch you. Instead of letting you just to waste your life away like that, how about if you let me to have the fun to actually kill you?"
Surprisingly, Trunks did not feel any fear as his death approached him, *Now I have nothing to live for. Actually it is not a bad idea to die quickly so that I can meet my family and friends in the other world.*
He closed his eyes and prepared to accept the embrace of death.
*Trunks, you are our last hope. You must travel back in time and bring the antidote to Goku... you must...* the sound of his mother rang across Trunks' mind.
*No! I can't die! Not now!" Trunks screamed in his mind, his eyes snap opened, *I must accomplish mum's last request before I die! I must bring the antidote to Goku-san! It is mum's last wish!!*
He dodged a powerful ki ball released by 17, leaving it to hit the ground and explode. "What?" 17 and 18 yelled in unison. They looked around, but the cloud of dust blocked everything from sight.
In the chaos, Trunks went quickly to get the capsule and antidote from his mother's hand. His heart twisted in pain as he touched the icy cold hand of the very last person he fought and lived for.
Trunks charged out of the building as quickly as his body could carry him, taking his sword which laid on his way out. He activated the capsule and threw it to the soft ground.
The time machine appeared with a soft "bomb" sound. Trunks quickly got into the pilot seat and started the engine. The machine rose to the sky as the androids ran out of the building.
"Do you think you can escape from us?" 17 shouted, a dark chilling smile on his face. He threw a powerful ki ball towards the time machine.
*Kami! Please let me complete mum's last wish before I die!!!* Trunks yelled in his mind as he watched the deadly ki ball approaching.
The time machine disappeared with a strong flash of light, just a second before the ki ball would have hit it.
"Nani?" 17 shouted, his smile was replaced by confused and angry look, "Where did he go? 18, did you see where that brat has gone?"
18 shrugged, unconcerned, "How am I suppose to know? I told you to kill that brat quickly ages ago. Now you have let him escaped again." and she turned to walk away.
"Arrgghhh..." 17 groaned in frustration, "How dare he fooled me like this!! I don't care! I am going to tear that brat into a thousand pieces the next time I see him!"
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~Inside the time machine~
Twisted ray of light thundered around the time machine. Trunks looked at the amusing show of display with unfocused eyes. The massive loss of blood was taking its toll on the youth. He felt drained and very weak.
Slowly, he closed his eyes, *Kami, please let me complete mum's last wish before I die..." as he drifted to sleep, holding tightly the antidote for Goku in his bloodied hand.
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End of Chapter 1
I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Please feel free to review and comment! ^-^
By Gozilla
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't have anything. So don't sue me!
Please excuse my poor English. ^-^
Reviews are most welcomed!!
Enjoy!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hi there! It is a yet another Future Trunks-centred self-inserted story. I got inspired by another fic which was a "what-if" story (Extremely sorry that I have forgotten the name of the fic. It was a very good fic. ^-^).
The story is set before Trunks goes back to the past to give the antidote to Goku. What if something tragic happened which just before he left for the past?
Enjoy talking. Please enjoy!
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*crap* - thoughts
"crap" - conversation
(crap) - author's note
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~In the future timeline~
"Mum?" Trunks shouted against all the noises echoed across the basement of the Capsule Corporation mansion, "Time for dinner!"
The 16 years old youth stood at the door and waited for the noise to die down. But he found no trace of the noise stopping. Trunks sighed and walked down to the basement, looking for his mother.
It had been almost 3 months since his last battle with the androids. He barely survived that battle and it took him a good two months before he was fully recovered. Ever since that near death experience, he realised that he was no match to the androids and that how fragile one's life was. He felt guilty for not listening to his mother in the first place. So he stayed out of any confrontation with the androids and accompanied his mother as much as possible during the last month.
Bulma, on the other hand, spent most of her time working on the time machine. She knew that she couldn't risk wasting any more time as Trunks might not be lucky enough to escape death in the next battle with the androids.
During the last month, Bulma spent around 15 hours a day working on the time machine. She left the all housework and shopping to her son. She was very surprised to see her home getting cleaner and tidier over time since the "handover" to Trunks. She even thought of handing over the housework to her son permanently.
"Mum?" Trunks shouted again as he approached his mother, who was totally concentrated on the machine. The noise was making his sensitive ears hurt, "Take a break! It's time for dinner!"
Finally Bulma stopped the work and pulled off the mechanic mask, "Trunks? What time is it? Oh, it's nine already? Sorry I didn't notice. Let's go upstairs and eat."
"So, what's for dinner? I hope it is not some mushy burnt dishes." Bulma asked as she threw an arm around her son's shoulder playfully.
Even after all the tragedies, Bulma had been able to keep her optimistic attitude. She always tried to cheer up her son as she knew that Trunks was under tremendous pressure of being the last hope of the world while not having enough strength to save it from the androids.
Trunks blushed at the question, "Mum! Would you stop making fun of my cooking skills? It has been improved a lot and I made your favourite dish tonight."
"Really?" Bulma smiled, "I can't wait to try that." as the two continued to walk towards the kitchen.
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~30 minutes later~
Bulma stretched and leaned back against the chair, patting her stomach satisfactorily, "Hmm... Your cooking has definitely improved. Whoever become your wife will be very lucky." as she winced an eye to Trunks.
"Mum!" Trunks protested, heavily blushing. He started picking up the bowls and dishes for clean up.
Bulma laughed, "Trunks, you are 16 years old already. Don't be so thin- skinned. You should go out and get to know some girls. You may find your wife out there."
"Mum!!!" Trunks protested again, his face as red as a tomato.
"Ok, ok." Bulma said, still laughing, "Back to business. I want you to help me to shop for a week's food and groceries tomorrow morning."
Trunks was puzzled, "Why such a rush? There are still a few days' supplies in the storeroom."
Bulma smiled victoriously, "Because you are going back to the past tomorrow. The time machine has been completed."
"Really?" Trunks asked excitedly, jumping off the chair, "So I can bring the antidote to Goku-san and change the history. And I can meet otousan. I really want to get to know him more."
"I think you should not expect too much about your father." Bulma looked at her excited son, starting to worry what the past Vegeta might do to his not-yet-existed son.
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~Early next morning~
Trunks drove the old family car to the nearest market to shop for food and groceries as his mother asked him to do. There were only a few of these markets left as people were afraid that the crowds would attract the attention of the androids.
Trunks bought the supplies quickly. He was about to leave the market when he was hit by a gigantic ki ball at the back, totally off-guarded.
The violent explosion sent great panic to the people around the area. They screamed and ran blindly among the cloud of dust and debris created by the explosion.
A man ran and bumped into two figures. He fell to the ground and yelled angrily, "Hey! Watch where you are going! You son of a..." he stopped yelling and his eyes wide-opened as he realised that he was yelling at his worst nightmare, the two androids. He quickly crawled away, crying and screaming all the way.
17 and 18 simply ignored the screaming humans. 18 sighed in annoyance, "Look what you have done. I told you not to play this stupid ambush game. Now you have probably killed the last of your more durable toys."
17 smiled, no trace of regret could be found on his face, "How could I know that he is so weak? You know, it has been three whole months since we last played with him. He has never been in a hideout for so long. We have completely destroyed two cities and he did not even show himself. I was excited when I saw him from the sky. I guess we will have to look for some other toys from now on."
Then something caught their attention. As the cloud of dust slowly faded away, they saw a figure lying beside the twisted remains of a used-to-be car. When they approached the figure, they saw the purple-hair youth was still breathing.
Trunks was unconscious and severely injured with deep wounds all over his body. His blood was forming a pool under his body.
"How amusing!" 17 said happily, kicking lightly on the side of the youth, "18, look! He is still alive! This is so incredible! He must be getting stronger than we have expected!"
18 spat in disgust, "What so good about it? He will not survive in this condition anyway. He will probably die in a few minutes. Why don't you just kill him now?"
An evil smile spread across 17's face, "No, I won't kill him now. I want to make this game even more interesting. 18, do you remember our fight with the other Z-warriors years ago? You recall how they had increased their power dramatically after seeing their friends being killed right in front of their eyes?"
"Yeah? So?" 18 said, unconcerned.
"I want to try an experiment on this brat." 17 said as he half-kneeled beside Trunks, who was still unconscious. He searched Trunks' jacket and found a licence card with the address of the Capsule Corporation on it.
"Listen, brat." 17 grabbed the youth's purple hair and held up his head, "Now I know where you live and I am going to kill whoever is in the house now. See if you can stop me and save them."
17 stood up and turned to 18, "Let's go." but he stopped after taking only 2 steps.
"Now what?" 18 said impatiently. She turned to see a stunned face of her brother, who was looking at his feet. She following 17's glaze and saw a hand holding firmly on his ankle.
It was Trunks. He felt his whole body was falling apart. He was shivering at the excruciating pain and his face was covered with sweat.
"No..." he protested weakly, "Don't you dare touching my mother..."
17 smiled evilly and kicked off Trunks' hand on his ankle, "We'll see about this." as he and 18 flied off towards the Capsule Corporation mansion.
Trunks used all his strength to get up, almost passed out with the pain. He flied home as fast as his battered body could carry him. His mind screaming, "Mum, please, please wait for me! I am coming! Please!"
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~20 minutes later~
Trunks forgot all about his injuries and the pain. He kneeled on the floor of the burning Capsule Corporation mansion and could only stare at a hand extended under a pile of rubbles which used to be a large wall. A hand, which belonged to his mother, holding two items in it, a capsule and a small bottle of transparent liquid.
It was too late. By the time he got home, the androids were nowhere to be seen, leaving the broken Capsule Corporation mansion in flame. Trunks ignored the intensive heat of the flame and rushed into the building, desperately searching for his mother.
All he could find was the broken body of Bulma under a pile of rubbles. She had managed to capsulate the time machine and to protect the antidote for Goku before the androids could destroy them. But she did not make it.
Trunks wanted to cry, but no tear came out of his eyes. He wanted to scream, but no sound came out of his mouth. His mind went completely blank, his body trembling.
"Well, well, well. Look who is finally here." a crude voice came.
17 stood at the door, smiling satisfactorily. 18 was beside him, her face indifference.
17 walked slowly towards Trunks, "You are better than I thought. I didn't expect you could even make it here alive. Now, according to the seriousness of your injuries, you will probably die on the spot even if we don't touch you. Instead of letting you just to waste your life away like that, how about if you let me to have the fun to actually kill you?"
Surprisingly, Trunks did not feel any fear as his death approached him, *Now I have nothing to live for. Actually it is not a bad idea to die quickly so that I can meet my family and friends in the other world.*
He closed his eyes and prepared to accept the embrace of death.
*Trunks, you are our last hope. You must travel back in time and bring the antidote to Goku... you must...* the sound of his mother rang across Trunks' mind.
*No! I can't die! Not now!" Trunks screamed in his mind, his eyes snap opened, *I must accomplish mum's last request before I die! I must bring the antidote to Goku-san! It is mum's last wish!!*
He dodged a powerful ki ball released by 17, leaving it to hit the ground and explode. "What?" 17 and 18 yelled in unison. They looked around, but the cloud of dust blocked everything from sight.
In the chaos, Trunks went quickly to get the capsule and antidote from his mother's hand. His heart twisted in pain as he touched the icy cold hand of the very last person he fought and lived for.
Trunks charged out of the building as quickly as his body could carry him, taking his sword which laid on his way out. He activated the capsule and threw it to the soft ground.
The time machine appeared with a soft "bomb" sound. Trunks quickly got into the pilot seat and started the engine. The machine rose to the sky as the androids ran out of the building.
"Do you think you can escape from us?" 17 shouted, a dark chilling smile on his face. He threw a powerful ki ball towards the time machine.
*Kami! Please let me complete mum's last wish before I die!!!* Trunks yelled in his mind as he watched the deadly ki ball approaching.
The time machine disappeared with a strong flash of light, just a second before the ki ball would have hit it.
"Nani?" 17 shouted, his smile was replaced by confused and angry look, "Where did he go? 18, did you see where that brat has gone?"
18 shrugged, unconcerned, "How am I suppose to know? I told you to kill that brat quickly ages ago. Now you have let him escaped again." and she turned to walk away.
"Arrgghhh..." 17 groaned in frustration, "How dare he fooled me like this!! I don't care! I am going to tear that brat into a thousand pieces the next time I see him!"
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~Inside the time machine~
Twisted ray of light thundered around the time machine. Trunks looked at the amusing show of display with unfocused eyes. The massive loss of blood was taking its toll on the youth. He felt drained and very weak.
Slowly, he closed his eyes, *Kami, please let me complete mum's last wish before I die..." as he drifted to sleep, holding tightly the antidote for Goku in his bloodied hand.
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End of Chapter 1
I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Please feel free to review and comment! ^-^