The last Saiyan- Prologue
"I'm sorry... Trunks, my son..." A soft flicker of hope waved in Vegeta's eyes and for the first time, Trunks saw kindness in his father's eyes. Immense pain raced through Vegeta's body and a familiar scence gathered. His heart pounded as he lifted his arm, a drop of tear fell, and landed lightly on the watery concrete causing a light ripple beneath the fresh water rain. A slight hint of tears wondered within Trunk's eyes. His crystal eyes gazed downcast and his soft lavender hair had fallen to cover his face.
A wounded Trunks was on one knee, grasping his agonising arm, his waterfall of lavender hair moved gently with the calm breeze. Vegeta stood directly above him, his arm directed at Trunks. The pouring rain scattered and ran down his face, washing away the fallen tears. His body showed no signs of sympathy but his eyes... Trunk's eyes wondered to meet his father's, eyes searching...
"Why? Why are you doing this father?" Trunks's voice was no louder than a gentle whisper of the wind, his voice trembled, full of sadness.
Vegeta looked away, the pain slowly accumulating, and after a long silence, he replied with a short answer, "Soon..."
A powerful light ebbed in the darkness of the night, a few moments later... He was gone...
And with it, vanished the last hope of the world...
One year earlier...
A faint figure stood in the mist, slowly clearing. A young man, around the age of 17 with a lengthy untidy curtain of hair that hung from his head to gently make contact with his aqua blue eyes. His eyes were pure, like fresh rain, falling upon rivers.
He stood near a cliff, he waited... Looking down at the view below. He gawked down at his home, now so very near to the ocean, the waves washed up and smashed against the rocks in an orderly way, the water sparkled, catching the warm, smooth rays of the morning sun.
His name is Trunks... With out any sign of hesitation, the young man made a long leap, he descended swiftly, like an eagle, diving for its prey. The ocean raced up to him, with arms tucked neatly beside him, with only a small distance from swinging into the sea, he tilted up, perfectly and suttlely. The waves divided directly beneath him, leaving a vast trail as he soared up to the horizon, his hair swept past him, as he felt the breeze blowing against his face.
Trunks halted suddenly in midair, scanning the surroundings. His eyes darting from side to side. He could scence someone approaching at a great speed.
The other was now in Trunks's vision; he squinted slightly to make of the blurred object. A soft smile swept slowly across his face, it reached his eyes. He seemed to relax his body and to take no notice of the approacher.
Trunks hung his limbs in mid air and lingered... His eyes carefully locking. In the mist of this, a familiar voice reached his ears.
"Hey, Trunks. Stop pretending... Meditating is not your style." Trunks slightly tilted his mouth, faking a smile. He opened an eye and peered/ examined the intruder.
Shasti: Hey, hope you folks like the story, this is just a prologue
Trunks: Come on! Let's see the next chapter!
Shasti: You'll just have to wait...
Trunks: Who did I meet anyway?
Shasti: I... ummm... Haven't thought of that...
Trunks: o.0"
Shasti: As I said, you'll just have to wait!
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