-Chapter Two-
-Scratching the surface-
The night was rapidly approaching when Trunks finished cooking his fish and thinking about what had happened in the past two days. It ate away at him. He should have seen what Android Seventeen was doing, but his rage mixed with his Super Saiyan transformation had worked against him. Now all he could do was regret in this new world.
So much regret and pain. That was all he was left with. He wanted to be far away from everything, from everybody. He didn't want to fight anymore. He didn't want to hurt anyone again. He had destroyed his home planet. There was nothing he could do to console himself.
To make already dire matters worse, he was stuck on a planet that was irradiated and at war. He grit his teeth as he thought about what he would usually do when he needed help. What he would do when he needed comfort. He would go to his mother Bulma, and she would always have a miracle solution or the exact advice that he needed.
Now she was gone and he was alone. Maybe this world was his personal hell? Maybe he had died in space and this was his punishment? He let out a long exhale of stress. This wasn't right.
No, this wasn't harsh enough for that. He must have been saved by chance. But by who? What did they want by sending him here? He couldn't destroy radiation with a punch. He couldn't cure those helpless humans.
If this world was under the heel of a tyrant like Frieza, that he could solve with his fists, but this world was broken beyond his ability. That would require the Dragon Balls at the very least.
The thought flashed through his mind that maybe the Dragon Balls were here, but he quickly dismissed it as a flash of false hope. Piccolo was dead, and he couldn't sense any namekian presence on the planet.
Taking a big bite out of the cooked shark, he savored the taste. The food brought him back to better days where he would eat dinner with his family and mentor Gohan. The memories of better days.
It hurt to remember. It hurt a lot. What would Gohan say to him? What would his Mother say to him?He would never see them again, and he was sure that even in death he wouldn't see them again, as he would be going to Hell. Of that he was sure. Doomed to eternal solitude.
Shaking his head to rid himself of these abstractions, he focused on his meal and contemplated his situation on this world. There were wars everywhere, and he had no clue what to do. For one, he didn't even know what side to take, or even how many sides there were, much less even what languages they spoke.
Back on his Earth everybody spoke a common language which apparently was Japanese here. It was all so complex. Was he even right to take a side? Would he tip the balance in the side of whoever he decided to back?
Every Ki signature he felt was barely above that of your average human, and not just that, there were Androids that he could barely sense being used as soldiers and officers. It was all so wrong. Sure, on Zeni there was a picture of Tori-Bot, but that was just part right? Not to mention that he had never seen Tori-Bot before in reality.
He had really held himself back in not rampaging and killing every Android. However, that was because that this world was not his own and he didn't want to fight an army immediately after what happened on his world.
As he ate and thought, he felt a Ki signature approaching from the woods to his right. It wasn't hostile or malicious, but it wasn't positive either. It was curiously watching him from a distance. If he hadn't focused in on it, he might have missed it.
This meant one thing. An Android.
They were everywhere. Even in this isolated forest in God knows where.
Trunks put his remains of the shark down on the wooden plate he had used his Ki to carve from a nearby tree earlier and flashed out of sight with his speed.
Seconds later he reappeared with an Android held by the neck who flailed and kicked in an attempt to escape his unbreakable grip. She had light skin, hazelnut colored silky hair and a light brown officers outfit that you might see in desert campaigns. Her rifle crunched into a ball on the ground next to her.
"Why were you spying on me?" He asked firmly, slightly loosening his grip on the woman he held in his right hand who was flailing in the air so that she could respond to him.
Trunks half expected her to not understand what he said, but in a shocking turn of events, she did.
"Let me go" she choked out, still flailing and kicking. Her punches and kicks were more than enough to cripple a normal human, but Trunks was anything but a normal human.
"No. Tell me why you were spying on me, then I might" Trunks commanded, his grip tightening.
The sound of metal creaking sounded from her neck pushed home the fact that this woman was indeed an Android.
"LET ME GO" she screamed, redoubling her efforts at extracting herself from Trunks's grip.
Trunks grit his teeth. He didn't like how he looked at the moment, and seeing that this Android looked barely older than a sixteen year old girl, he began to feel like the bad guy.
Then he pushed those thoughts away and doubled down. This was an Android created for war, and it had been spying on him. There was no room for weakness.
Still, his morals told him that he didn't need to hold her by the neck any more, so he summoned some of his Ki and used it to restrain her body and force her to sit down across from himself in the grass.
Her eyes went wide as she realized that she couldn't move. Yet she hadn't been hacked at all. How was this possible?
Sitting down in front of her, Trunks tried to extend an olive branch, if only to satiate his voice in the back of his head saying that he was being excessively violent.
"Look, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to figure out what is going on" Trunks explained to the Android who narrowed her eyes at him silently in anger and suspicion. However, she said nothing.
"How about this, let's exchange names. I am Trunks. I'm confused and lost, and I don't know what is going on right now. You're the second person I've met that understands what I'm saying. So please, don't make me do something I'll regret" Trunks told the Android.
Hopefully she would give him some information.
"Galil. That's my name" the Android said after a moment of silence.
Trunks couldn't conceal his momentary excitement at being answered. Progress.
" You might find some of my questions strange, just answer them the best you can" Trunks continued. He was horrible at interrogations and hoped he was doing it right.
"What planet is this?" He asked. He had to ask this, as it was nagging him how similar it was to Earth.
The Android tilted her head slightly and looked at him queerly. This was a strange question. Every person above age five knew what planet they lived on.
"This is planet Earth" she replied hesitantly, as if she was unsure of why he asked.
Trunks let out a long sigh of relief, then quickly asked another question.
"What age is this?"
"Age? It's twenty sixty two. Are you an alien or something?" The Android joked.
However, trunks froze and his eyes went wide, caught completely off guard by the question. Seeing the shocked and guilty look on Trunks`s face, the Android froze in worry too. This couldn't be possible.
Trunks quickly responded in the negative, but anyone good at dealing with people could tell he was lying, or at least that he believed that he was an Alien.
"Sir, are you hearing what I'm hearing?" A tall woman with long black hair, light skin and onyx black eyes asked the man next to her. She wore a red commanding officer outfit and a red beret. Her figure was full and she looked to be in her mid to late twenties. She stood next to the man in front of a large screen that was easily twice as tall as her and many times wider. On the screen displayed an audio and video feed directly from the eyes of the Android talking to Trunks.
The man next to her was a bull of a man who stood a good seven inches taller than the woman next to him at a impressive six foot five. He was built like a truck with a strong jaw and impressive musculature. He had a well trimmed gray beard and slicked back dark gray hair. He wore a long red jacket that was open at the front revealing a black dress shirt that had the first three buttons opened. His pants were black and had dark red metal plates at the thighs and knees going down to his black boots.
All in all, he was the spitting image of grizzled veteran.
"So that's what he is. No wonder the data we recovered from those Sangvis dolls was so abnormal. Tell Galil to get more information from this Trunks. The prospect of world beyond ours is not to be taken lightly" he spoke. This was an unprecedented situation.
"Do you want me to have him captured?" The woman asked unsure of whether her superior actually believed the idea that this Trunks person was actually an alien.
"Just monitor him for now. If he is an alien, there could be many more of him among us, and you saw what he did in Germany. The energy detector we had detected more power than every nuclear bomb ever made. Combined. How are we going to subdue him without risking the destruction of an entire continent or worse?"
The woman stayed in silent thought.
"We could try a biological agent?" She offered unsurely.
"And what if he is immune? Or God forbid he finds us? Our entire purpose is to protect, not destroy. We aren't terrorists. I don't want you to ever suggest using biological agents on innocents ever again" he reprimanded her sternly.
"Understood Sir. I apologize"
"Good. Now, alert all dolls to be on the lookout for him as a non hostile and give me a report later. I have to talk with Griffin" the man ordered before walking out of the command room.
In a different part of the world, the maid like Android that had encountered Trunks reported to someone on the other side of a computer screen. She stood in a dark room full of computer screens that all displayed various feeds.
"You failed" a young girl's cold voice spoke through the speakers. It wasn't judgemental, nor angry. Just cold and absolute.
"He was much stronger than I thought he would be. My chance of retrieving him was zero percent. I de escalated the conflict before our mission could be compromised further. I believe my actions were correct" the maid like Android explained, deep in a bow.
"Use every tool at your disposal to take him. Our entire force is at your command. Your only mission is to bring him in. Understand?" The girl's voice commanded.
"Yes I understand. It will be done" the maid like Android acquiesced.
"Good. You are one of our best, Agent. I believe you will succeed this time" the girl on the other end of the connection said calmly before cutting the connection.
Agent stood silently ruminating on her nigh impossible mission. However, unlike those trash in Griffin, and the various nations. Morals and things like the Geneva convention were irrelevant to her mission.
She would capture that anomaly and convert it to their side or die trying.
Of this she was sure.
Leaving the room, she made her way down a long hallway to a room that contained various biological agents. The anomaly had human like physiology, so perhaps he could be ambushed and sedated with chemical agents since force was impossible to use.
Agent smiled. All the power in the world couldn't save you from your biology. That's why Dolls would always be superior.
However, Trunks may very well test that mindset to the limit. He was practically a god that had deluded himself into thinking he was a man, and the Sangvis Ferri dolls were about to find out first hand why this was true. After all, what they saw was simply scratching the surface of what Trunks could do.