Scars – Chapter 11
Mirai Trunks entered the Gravity Chamber with his counterpart, looking curiously around. It had changed since the last time he'd been to this time, it looked roomier, as well as being more powerful. The gravity slowed and returned to normal when the two half-saiyajins entered, causing Vegeta to glower at them both.
"Ah, ready to have your asses handed to you?"
Eleven-year-old Trunks gulped and nodded, putting a stern look of determination on his face. He immediately powered up to super saiyajin and looked to his double, waiting for him to do the same. Mirai Trunks blinked stupidly at his companions.
"Uhm... we're both going to fight you, Father?"
Vegeta gave a haughty snort and nodded curtly. "Of course you are, like either of you would be any sort of challenge to me otherwise. Gather your ki brat, or this is really going to hurt."
Vegeta lunged at the completely unprepared man from the future, delivering a swift kick to his chin to snap his head back. Only, Vegeta's kick hit nothing but air, as Trunks moved quickly out of the way, bringing his mind into focus on the energies of his double and father. Vegeta could be heard making a sound of displeasure, and he whirled around, crossing his arms.
"Well, looks like you've learned a thing or two since we last fought together." He looked at the younger Trunks, "You're going to watch for now, I am curious as to your counterpart's strength. Pay attention, you might actually learn something."
Trunks sighed and dropped out of super saiyajin, heading off to the edge of the room by the door so he could watch without getting smashed against a wall or hit by a misdirected blast. His eyes strayed from his father to his other self, wondering exactly how powerful this future him was. In fact, as much as Trunks found training with Vegeta to be an overall painful experience, he thought that maybe it would be different this time, maybe he could reach a new level.
Mirai Trunks took Vegeta's words as his cue to gather much more energy to himself. Rising slightly off the floor, he felt the tug of gravity as Vegeta programmed the machine to simulate two hundred times the Earth's normal gravitational pull. He heard the cooling system activate to keep the room from becoming unbearably hot as he and Vegeta gathered huge amounts of power to themselves.
Trunks could not hold back a yell as he made fists of his hands and exploded into super. The room shook and the lights flickered for a moment, his enormous ki testing Bulma's invention.
'If I don't show him all of my power he will be furious... but if I do, will he be more furious? It so hard to tell with Father... I wish I knew him better. He seems to have changed a lot since the last time I was here... I guess having a child in his life forced him to... I wonder if he's happier now? Damnit... I can't think now, if I know Father, he'll hit me when I'm not expecting it.'
Trunks made sure to keep his eyes on Vegeta as he screamed now, with the rush of energy that surged in his body and caused his muscles to bulk up all over. The young powerhouse pushed himself into the second form of super saiyajin, his short hair growing only a touch longer with the transformation.
Trunks had been able to become 'Super Trunks' at the time of the battle with Cell. However, it had quickly been determined that the form was powerful, but too slow, so he'd abandoned it to train in his normal super saiyajin form instead. The transformation from this form into the 'Ascended Saiyajin (ssj2)' form had not come until after the androids had been defeated. Since he'd achieved the ascended level, Trunks had practiced almost constantly, forcing himself to maintain the huge power output as long as he was able, until it had become simple for him to do so. Because of this, Trunks feared that he was stronger than Vegeta, and he worried that his Father's confidence in himself as a fighter would suffer massively should he be surpassed by anybody aside from Goku.
Trunks was frightened that Vegeta would hate him if he outmatched him in speed and strength. But he was honest at heart, and he wanted to prove to the stubborn man that he was worthy of being called his son. Just trying to decide what to do in this situation left Trunks thinking, and, of course, open to Vegeta's attack.
Vegeta saw that the boy in front of him did not have his mind on their coming clash of might. He charged forwards and smashed his son to the floor, thus beginning their battle. And it was a battle, not just a friendly spar. Vegeta wasn't pulling out any stops in his determination to force his son into demonstrating his strength.
When Trunks hit the floor, Vegeta was immediately upon him with another attack. He hurled a volley of ki blasts at his boy, stopping only when he couldn't see where he was shooting any longer from all of the explosions.
Trunks came up behind Vegeta and made to smash the back of his head with both hands laced together, but Vegeta was too fast, and he whirled around, catching the attack and twisting Trunks over his shoulder to send him yet again to the ground. This time Vegeta followed him there, as Trunks landed on his feet. He was met with a barrage of angry fists.
'Good, seems I've stirred him up, maybe now the real test can begin.' Vegeta mused, catching the punches and turning them aside as fast as they were being delivered. He missed one and felt something crack as his jaw was struck unforgivingly by his spawn's hand. He surged with fury and stuffed his iron fist straight into Trunks' midsection, knocking the air out of him and giving himself a chance to gather more power with which to battle.
Mirai Trunks spat blood and also gathered ki. He sidestepped Vegeta's next attack and swept his father off balance. He managed to suck in some air, which tasted hot and dry to him. He was drenched with sweat already, and his clothing was slightly singed. The battle continued, both men coming out fairly even.
On the sidelines, young Trunks watched with rapt fascination as his older self performed many perfect attacks, and fumbled several of Vegeta's most clever tricks. This caliber of battle just never happened when he was training with his dad... he was too weak for anything like this. Sure he could fight, but he was young and he just hadn't been fighting as long as these two, a lot of his potential still lay buried further than he was able to reach. Therefore, Trunks felt mostly awe at the battle, his eyes sticking to his elder self, admiration building within his young heart.
'He's so strong... wow! I bet if I were that powerful Dad would like me...' Then something awful occurred to Trunks. He hadn't thought of it from this angle before, but was Vegeta going to like the other Trunks better than he liked his real son? Was he going to quit training with him and just train with the other Trunks? Would he still be proud of him then? A twisting sense of sickness filled the boy's mind and his guts, his face turning sour and his eyes losing focus on the battle at hand. He often felt this way when he thought about his dad at all, but now it was worse, now he was being directly threatened by very promising competition. But however he thought and worried, Trunks could not bring himself to despise the older him. They were one and the same, although very different.
Confusion stirred in his mind and he nearly missed the next jump in power that the other Trunks made.
Mirai Trunks discovered, after many close-range tangles with Vegeta, that his father's technique surpassed his own. Despite his difficult life of training and battling for his very existence, Vegeta was still craftier and more natural in his stance, attacks, and his defensive maneuvering. Every attack that Trunks made began to come back and bite him in the ass, as Vegeta would turn his self-defense into an attack.
Vegeta was extremely pleased with their battle thus far. They were damaging the Gravity Chamber greatly, but he really wasn't thinking about that. He saw perseverance and determination in the elder Trunks that he had never seen in the younger one. There was a whole mass of strange attacks that Trunks seemed to have created for himself, and Vegeta even discovered some of his own moves in his son, likely learned from their period together in the Time Chamber. He saw great potential in this young man, and a respect for him began to build even as he outsmarted the boy with his long years of experience and his excellent sense of battle.
Finally, Trunks fell to Vegeta's fists, not getting back up when the saiyajin prince knocked him off his feet. Their battled had taken nothing short of four hours, and the younger Trunks could still be seen by the door of the chamber, having regained his interest in the fight after he'd concluded that he needed to think more later.
Mirai Trunks panted and opened his eyes. "Father... you win." He said, feeling shame welling in his chest, but masking it expertly.
Vegeta smirked at Trunks and crossed his arms. He was sweaty and out of breath, exactly as he liked to be after any battle. He lowered his ki and let his hair turn back to black, staring down at his son, who also powered down. "Get up, we will get lunch."
"Yes Father." Trunks replied softly, taking another moment to get his breath back before getting to his feet and heading for the door of the chamber. His hair was soaked, his shirt was missing, and most of his pants were also missing, they looked more like shorts now. His eyes fell on the other Trunks, whom he'd completely forgotten about. He gave him a smile, his muscles aching with the feeling of tiredness. He wiped a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Hey Trunks, are you hungry for lunch?" He asked, pushing the thought of how he'd hidden his true level of power from Vegeta aside.
"Yeah, watching you guys fight made me hungry, and maybe there's time to show you my.... Uhm... (he glanced at Vegeta) my room before Goten comes to play, huh?"
"Sure Trunks... but food first, I'm starved!"
Mirai Trunks entered the Gravity Chamber with his counterpart, looking curiously around. It had changed since the last time he'd been to this time, it looked roomier, as well as being more powerful. The gravity slowed and returned to normal when the two half-saiyajins entered, causing Vegeta to glower at them both.
"Ah, ready to have your asses handed to you?"
Eleven-year-old Trunks gulped and nodded, putting a stern look of determination on his face. He immediately powered up to super saiyajin and looked to his double, waiting for him to do the same. Mirai Trunks blinked stupidly at his companions.
"Uhm... we're both going to fight you, Father?"
Vegeta gave a haughty snort and nodded curtly. "Of course you are, like either of you would be any sort of challenge to me otherwise. Gather your ki brat, or this is really going to hurt."
Vegeta lunged at the completely unprepared man from the future, delivering a swift kick to his chin to snap his head back. Only, Vegeta's kick hit nothing but air, as Trunks moved quickly out of the way, bringing his mind into focus on the energies of his double and father. Vegeta could be heard making a sound of displeasure, and he whirled around, crossing his arms.
"Well, looks like you've learned a thing or two since we last fought together." He looked at the younger Trunks, "You're going to watch for now, I am curious as to your counterpart's strength. Pay attention, you might actually learn something."
Trunks sighed and dropped out of super saiyajin, heading off to the edge of the room by the door so he could watch without getting smashed against a wall or hit by a misdirected blast. His eyes strayed from his father to his other self, wondering exactly how powerful this future him was. In fact, as much as Trunks found training with Vegeta to be an overall painful experience, he thought that maybe it would be different this time, maybe he could reach a new level.
Mirai Trunks took Vegeta's words as his cue to gather much more energy to himself. Rising slightly off the floor, he felt the tug of gravity as Vegeta programmed the machine to simulate two hundred times the Earth's normal gravitational pull. He heard the cooling system activate to keep the room from becoming unbearably hot as he and Vegeta gathered huge amounts of power to themselves.
Trunks could not hold back a yell as he made fists of his hands and exploded into super. The room shook and the lights flickered for a moment, his enormous ki testing Bulma's invention.
'If I don't show him all of my power he will be furious... but if I do, will he be more furious? It so hard to tell with Father... I wish I knew him better. He seems to have changed a lot since the last time I was here... I guess having a child in his life forced him to... I wonder if he's happier now? Damnit... I can't think now, if I know Father, he'll hit me when I'm not expecting it.'
Trunks made sure to keep his eyes on Vegeta as he screamed now, with the rush of energy that surged in his body and caused his muscles to bulk up all over. The young powerhouse pushed himself into the second form of super saiyajin, his short hair growing only a touch longer with the transformation.
Trunks had been able to become 'Super Trunks' at the time of the battle with Cell. However, it had quickly been determined that the form was powerful, but too slow, so he'd abandoned it to train in his normal super saiyajin form instead. The transformation from this form into the 'Ascended Saiyajin (ssj2)' form had not come until after the androids had been defeated. Since he'd achieved the ascended level, Trunks had practiced almost constantly, forcing himself to maintain the huge power output as long as he was able, until it had become simple for him to do so. Because of this, Trunks feared that he was stronger than Vegeta, and he worried that his Father's confidence in himself as a fighter would suffer massively should he be surpassed by anybody aside from Goku.
Trunks was frightened that Vegeta would hate him if he outmatched him in speed and strength. But he was honest at heart, and he wanted to prove to the stubborn man that he was worthy of being called his son. Just trying to decide what to do in this situation left Trunks thinking, and, of course, open to Vegeta's attack.
Vegeta saw that the boy in front of him did not have his mind on their coming clash of might. He charged forwards and smashed his son to the floor, thus beginning their battle. And it was a battle, not just a friendly spar. Vegeta wasn't pulling out any stops in his determination to force his son into demonstrating his strength.
When Trunks hit the floor, Vegeta was immediately upon him with another attack. He hurled a volley of ki blasts at his boy, stopping only when he couldn't see where he was shooting any longer from all of the explosions.
Trunks came up behind Vegeta and made to smash the back of his head with both hands laced together, but Vegeta was too fast, and he whirled around, catching the attack and twisting Trunks over his shoulder to send him yet again to the ground. This time Vegeta followed him there, as Trunks landed on his feet. He was met with a barrage of angry fists.
'Good, seems I've stirred him up, maybe now the real test can begin.' Vegeta mused, catching the punches and turning them aside as fast as they were being delivered. He missed one and felt something crack as his jaw was struck unforgivingly by his spawn's hand. He surged with fury and stuffed his iron fist straight into Trunks' midsection, knocking the air out of him and giving himself a chance to gather more power with which to battle.
Mirai Trunks spat blood and also gathered ki. He sidestepped Vegeta's next attack and swept his father off balance. He managed to suck in some air, which tasted hot and dry to him. He was drenched with sweat already, and his clothing was slightly singed. The battle continued, both men coming out fairly even.
On the sidelines, young Trunks watched with rapt fascination as his older self performed many perfect attacks, and fumbled several of Vegeta's most clever tricks. This caliber of battle just never happened when he was training with his dad... he was too weak for anything like this. Sure he could fight, but he was young and he just hadn't been fighting as long as these two, a lot of his potential still lay buried further than he was able to reach. Therefore, Trunks felt mostly awe at the battle, his eyes sticking to his elder self, admiration building within his young heart.
'He's so strong... wow! I bet if I were that powerful Dad would like me...' Then something awful occurred to Trunks. He hadn't thought of it from this angle before, but was Vegeta going to like the other Trunks better than he liked his real son? Was he going to quit training with him and just train with the other Trunks? Would he still be proud of him then? A twisting sense of sickness filled the boy's mind and his guts, his face turning sour and his eyes losing focus on the battle at hand. He often felt this way when he thought about his dad at all, but now it was worse, now he was being directly threatened by very promising competition. But however he thought and worried, Trunks could not bring himself to despise the older him. They were one and the same, although very different.
Confusion stirred in his mind and he nearly missed the next jump in power that the other Trunks made.
Mirai Trunks discovered, after many close-range tangles with Vegeta, that his father's technique surpassed his own. Despite his difficult life of training and battling for his very existence, Vegeta was still craftier and more natural in his stance, attacks, and his defensive maneuvering. Every attack that Trunks made began to come back and bite him in the ass, as Vegeta would turn his self-defense into an attack.
Vegeta was extremely pleased with their battle thus far. They were damaging the Gravity Chamber greatly, but he really wasn't thinking about that. He saw perseverance and determination in the elder Trunks that he had never seen in the younger one. There was a whole mass of strange attacks that Trunks seemed to have created for himself, and Vegeta even discovered some of his own moves in his son, likely learned from their period together in the Time Chamber. He saw great potential in this young man, and a respect for him began to build even as he outsmarted the boy with his long years of experience and his excellent sense of battle.
Finally, Trunks fell to Vegeta's fists, not getting back up when the saiyajin prince knocked him off his feet. Their battled had taken nothing short of four hours, and the younger Trunks could still be seen by the door of the chamber, having regained his interest in the fight after he'd concluded that he needed to think more later.
Mirai Trunks panted and opened his eyes. "Father... you win." He said, feeling shame welling in his chest, but masking it expertly.
Vegeta smirked at Trunks and crossed his arms. He was sweaty and out of breath, exactly as he liked to be after any battle. He lowered his ki and let his hair turn back to black, staring down at his son, who also powered down. "Get up, we will get lunch."
"Yes Father." Trunks replied softly, taking another moment to get his breath back before getting to his feet and heading for the door of the chamber. His hair was soaked, his shirt was missing, and most of his pants were also missing, they looked more like shorts now. His eyes fell on the other Trunks, whom he'd completely forgotten about. He gave him a smile, his muscles aching with the feeling of tiredness. He wiped a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Hey Trunks, are you hungry for lunch?" He asked, pushing the thought of how he'd hidden his true level of power from Vegeta aside.
"Yeah, watching you guys fight made me hungry, and maybe there's time to show you my.... Uhm... (he glanced at Vegeta) my room before Goten comes to play, huh?"
"Sure Trunks... but food first, I'm starved!"