Shasti: Well, I replaced that NOTE with chapter 6, so please go and read it... My other fic is gone... (Sniff sniff)
Goku: Shasti sure looks depressed
Shasti: Goku! You're back! (Runs over and hugs him, nearly strangling him with the strangle hug)
Goku: Maybe not...
NOTE: Sorry if I've made any confusion, here are the ages for the characters, I may make a mistake... The time that this story is set in should be the last episode or the last few episodes of DBZ.
Trunks- 17
Future Trunks- 18
Goten- 16
Pan- 5
Bra- 4
Vegeta- (should be around 50)
Goku- (see Vegeta)
Bulma- (see Goku and Vegeta)
Chi Chi- (See Bulma, Vegeta and Goku)
Gohan- 25 or 26
So here goes...
The last Saiyan- Chapter seven, Truth revealed
(Sorri about those ppl who want me to get on with the story, I have yet ANOTHER flash back)
Future Trunks's flash back (Future Trunks is at 7 years of age in this flash back)
Vegeta threw a punch at Trunks, holding back slenderly. Trunks heaved his arms, his whole body tensed as he blocked the attack, but got knocked back on the impact, slamming him to the ground, dust formed as he slid across the tiles, his torn clothes ripped even more.
"Stop holding back! Attack with everything you've got!" Vegeta bellowed.
Trunks marked his father, his mind spinning. "I... Can't..." He resisted the ache in his chest, and started pacing towards Vegeta, his respiration increased as he panted, his steps in a zig zag, he looked as if he was drunk.
The lights in the Capsule dimmed, the sable night gleamed, the shower of stars provided lustre while Vegeta and Trunks trained.
Vegeta's face wreached into a deadly frown. "Stop acting weak! Attack!" He knocked Trunks to the wall of the Capsule, Trunks slid down to the floor, he did not get up this time.
Vegeta stood over him, "Fight back!" He roared, a mechanical voice spoke as he grabed Trunks by the neck, Trunks made a despirate gasp for air.
Vegeta heard a slight murmur: "Fine..."
GRAVITY LEVEL INCREACE, 710 TIMES EARTH NORMAL GRAVITY.
End flash back
Future Trunks shivered at the memory, he felt a sting in his heart as he watched the motionless Trunks and Goten. They looked so limp, so cold, his hearted throbbed, he had failed them, failed his mother, his friends. If he'd just gone back a little further-
He sat on the floor of Kami's lookout, the chilling air circulating him, his arms rested on his up-right leg, and let the other slide naturally, he stared in to plain space. The whole look out was clouded by a dense mist, he waited for how long he did not know.
"Why was his arrival so early?" Piccolo's voice wavered above him, Future Trunks scensed the Namek next to him, his emotions were bounded, just like his were.
Future Trunks continued to face down, his hair was dampened by the mist and fell as he lowered his head, burying himself deep in his thoughts. "It must have been my arrival..."
"No." A loud voice interrupted him. "It could not have changed this much, it was a mistake that Goten and I heard the conversation between you and Trunks, there is no other explanation."
Future Trunks concealed his eyes but his thoughts still raged on in his mind. He remained silent as Piccolo made his hypothesis.
"Are they... Dead?" he asked the one question he feared the answer of. His heart pondered the fate of his friends...
The reply came with a pause. "No, just in a deep coma, Dende tried to heal them, but their soul is in another dimension, there's nothing we can do."
Future Trunks let the relief sink in, he opened his eyes delayingly.
"And what now? What of my father?"
"Vegeta may not be dead," He pronounced this with a grave tone as paced away slowly, making no sound as he walked. "History has changed... "
Future Trunks felt flares of energy wound up within him, his eyes snapped open, and he quickly gathered to his feet. "Piccolo! How do you know?" But the mist consumed him as Future Trunks looked over where Piccolo once stood.
At the same moment, Trunks stirred on the ground, he fitted slightly, the vibrations of his tremble passed in the air as he continued to shiver, Future Trunks rushed to his side, his heart stammering as the tempo rate fastened.
Trunks's face clenched, stress overwhelming him but he soon relaxed as he gradually unlocked his eyes. Future Trunks presented him with a welcoming smile. "Welcome back."
"What happened?" Trunks asked weakly as his fit came to an end, but he felt spiritless.
Future Trunks did not reply, but merely looked away in shame as Trunks saw the cold limp Goten.
"Goten!" Trunks made an attempt to stand, but stumbled. He just sat by Goten, and watched him, Goten was covered in bruises, a blotch of blood revealed on his chest, his face was pale. "What happened?"
"Goten is in another dimension, there's nothing we can do." Future Trunks found it hard to repeat the words of Piccolo.
"I know where he went," Trunks whispered, his tone changed, his voice was deeper. "I heard a voice, one that I've heard before, it was Goten's father. I met him once in the martial arts tournament."
"But... Goten's father is dead... How can that b-"
"I died... I slipped in to the other world." Trunks interrupted his future-self. "Goten was there, I could feel it, but somehow I managed to survive, and he didn't..."
"But it can't be! Piccolo said he's only in another dimension!" Future Trunks exclaimed, "Why is everything going wrong?!"
"For once, Piccolo is wrong." Trunks moved his head to stare in to Future Trunks's, his eyes were icy cold. "Why didn't you go to Vegeta first?"
Future Trunks was struck by the question, blood pumped in his veins, he continued to stare lifelessly at the mist. Did Trunks find out about the truth?
Trunks saw the hesitation, he observed Future Trunks's eyes, it was filled with guilt and shame. "Why? You came to me but Vegeta was the first to die in your timeline."
Future Trunks continued to avoid the question, he felt the gaze of Trunks, Trunks finally making out the truth...
Trunks knew, he knew there was something not told to him, how did his father die? He pressed on further, surfacing a longing mystery. "There's something you haven't told me, isn't there?"
Future Trunks felt a prickle on his neck as a tiny drop of sweat ran down his neck, the air in the atmosphere seemed to be colder. So he figured it out. Future Trunks nodded in reply of the question, his heart pounded faster.
Trunks gazed expectantly upon Future Trunks, he waited for the reply, and after a lengthy silence, the two meet their eyes, Trunks saw the same saphirre eyes, alone and shaken with fear, but at the same time, with hope.
After a long allay, Future Trunks spoke...
"I... Killed Vegeta..."
Shasti: Sorry if I took a long time to upload! I tried! Well, I had 10 pages of Shakespeare, as well as a debate, a music performance, a badminton thingy and a maths test, I kinda rushed through this one... So I didn't make it as descriptive as usual.
Keep reading please! I have a lot of chapters commin'! (Mozart laugh) MUHAHHAHHHAHHAHHHA! Oh and Please review!!!!!!!! Thanx! (If you could review on every chapter that would be even better)