The History of Trunks: Remix

I thought of this a while ago, but didn't put it into a story until now!

A remix to the history of Trunks.

Goku was dying. He was unconscious. Gohan was running as fast as he could to get there. Trunks was crying. Bulma looked seriously sad. Yamcha, Tien, and the others were all standing around. Vegeta was looking into the pond nearby. Gohan came and ran into the house.

"He's gone," Krillin whispered. Trunks' crying continued. Yamcha, Tien, and the others gasped.

"Ka-Kakarot," Vegeta whispered.

It was over.

But, unbeknownst to the Z fighters, a girl was born at the same exact moment that Goku died. Goku saw the little girl as he parted to the other world, and whispered to her:

"Little girl, take my power. You'll need it." And, with that, he gave a bit of his strength to this girl before he left.

6 MONTHS LATER

Trunks, as a baby barely able to walk, watched as his father flew off. His mother, who whispered goodbye to him, although he did not hear, held Trunks.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Bulma had just put Trunks to bed. She was washing the dishes. Yamcha knocked on the door and then entered the house.

"Hello, Bulma. It's Yamcha."

"Oh, hello Yamcha." Bulma said, smiling at him. But Yamcha did not return the smile. "What's wrong?"

"Piccolo has fallen in battle." Bulma put her hand over her mouth and took a step back. "And…so has…Vegeta." Bulma dropped the bowl she was drying. It fell to the floor, and Yamcha watched it as if it was slow motion. It shattered.

"No…" Bulma whispered. She ran out of the room to Trunks' room, where she picked up the sleeping boy and gently cried into him. Yamcha hurried into the room. "Oh Yamcha." She said, putting down Trunks and hugging him instead. "Why?"

"I don't know. That's why I must go and fight them."

"NO! I won't let you!" Bulma cried, tightening her grip. Yamcha easily plied from her grip.

"I have to." And he walked away, all out of her life forever.

The next night she needed no confirmation. Yamcha and Tien were dead, she just sensed it. They were all dead. Only Krillin was left. And he would fight tomorrow. All her childhood (or teenage hood) friends were gone except for him. And tomorrow, he would be gone too. Tears flowed from her eyes, her blue hair falling in front of her face as she sat at the kitchen table, sobbing.

But then she remembered. Gohan was still there, a little boy. He would not go, Chichi wouldn't let him.

"He can teach my boy." She wanted her son to be strong like his father and her friends, but with everyone dead, there was no one to teach him. But now she new Gohan would. He had to. She knew he would.

The next day, Krillin left. Bulma did not say goodbye. She just stayed at home, oblivious to his departure. That night he did not return. All who were left were she, Chichi, Trunks, and Gohan. The survivors of the deceased Z fighters.

At the same time, the little girl was in a city being attacked by the androids. The whole city was blown to bits, her parents died. But she did not. Yes, she was a small baby, barely 6 months old, but Goku protected her in spirit. As Krillin went to go fight the androids, he heard Goku's voice.

"Krillin! Take her." He turned around, surprised to have heard his voice. But he saw no one but an infant wrapped in a pink blanket. He brought the child to Chichi, who gladly took the child in without knowing who had left her there. Krillin did not want her to worry.

The girl now had a new family. Chichi named her Kairu (pronounced KI-ru)

13 YEARS LATER

"They're terrorizing the city! This is-"

"This is terrible, that's what! I can't listen to this anymore! Darn those two!" Bulma complained. Trunks was sitting next to her. His face showed nothing but hate.

"Mom, I want you to go on home without me."

"What on earth for? What's wrong Trunks? Huh?" she looked at his hands gripping his pant legs.

"You can't! N-O! I'm not going to lose my only son to the mechanical demons! No way!" Trunks looked up. "Trunks, don't you dare!" Trunks flew off. "TRUNKS NO! DARN YOU!" You'd better come back alive, kid. That's all I can say. She thought.

Trunks flew over the newly attacked city. He landed.

"Look at this place! Everyone's dead!" he walked through the demolished town, stopping when he found a stuffed bunny with a little dress on. He squeezed it and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to contain his anger. Suddenly he sensed something.

Gohan was flying toward him from somewhere. He landed on a half destroyed building.

"Gohan! Why are they doing this? Why are they killing all of these innocent people? Rrr…" Gohan stared at him, realizing that he was truly upset about this. Then they heard a rustling sound not to far away and faced it. Then Gohan's worried face disappeared as he closed his eyes. The power level was low, it wasn't the androids.

"Kairu, you can come out now. I know you're there."

"OOH!" she groaned, stepping out from behind a piece of a destroyed building. Her long black hair blew in the wind as she stepped towards Trunks. "You caught me."

"What are you doing here?" he said as he flew down to where Trunks and her were standing. "What would you have done if the androids were here?"

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to help."

"I know you did, but be more careful next time, and don't come, OK?"

"Fine. Meany head." She grumbled.

"Mom's gonna be worried if I stay much longer. I have to go home. Why don't you come with me? Mom won't mind."

"Eh-hem" Kairu cleared her throat. Trunks blushed.

"Oh, you can come too."

"Yeah, I don't want her running into trouble when I leave her alone."

"Meany head brother!!!!!"'

"Hey!!"

"Well you are a big fat blah blah blah…"

"Well blah blah blah!!!!" Gohan certainly didn't look his age when arguing with his younger sister.

"Uh, guys…this isn't the place…Guys? GUYS!!!!?"

"Huh?" they both said, looking at him.

"Let's go." He said quietly. They both blushed.

"Right. Come on, Gohan" She said, as she flew into the air. Trunks followed, and Gohan came last. Gohan and Trunks took the lead, and Kairu stayed behind them.