Chapter 3 – Hiding His True Identity
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Trunks began to pace around the room once more. He could feel his father's ki energy rise. It was scary.
"Um... Goku?" asked Trunks as he looked to the taller saiyan. Goku, looking at the hybrid's sword at the time looked up to Trunks with a smile.
"Yeah?"
"Was my dad always this tense?" Goku rubbed the back of his head and gave a nervous chuckle.
"I guess you could say that..." Trunks gave a nod as he walked up to a window. Placing a hand on the glass he looked out to the clear blue sky, and into the green fields. His home was nothing like this. It was so lively... not the ruins that he lived, thanks to the androids. He shook his head; he wished he could bring his mother back from the future and bring her here. She deserved much better than the hellhole that she was living in right now...
"It is a beautiful day today," stated Goku behind the teenager. Trunks just gave a small nod as he turned to walk out of the room. The full- blooded saiyan watched Trunks leave quietly.
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Setting his sword down and stripping down to his underclothes, Trunks jumped into a crystal clear river, which a waterfall fell into. The hybrid saiyan came up for air and used his hands to wipe his now soaked strands of lavender hair. He gave a small sigh as he sunk back into the water. He closed his eyes as he tried to relax.
A shadow came over him, and he opened his eye. "HI!" Trunks almost fell into the water with out taking in a gulp of air. He blinked once, and again. Gohan stood there with his big innocent grin. Trunks inwardly sighed.
"What are you doing out here alone?" asked the chibi as he tilted his head to the side. It did look cute.
"Just... enjoying the quietness... and peace sensei- eh... Gohan..." he stated quietly, a blush slowly creeping on his face. He ducked lower into the water hoping Gohan wouldn't notice.
"You... called me sensei," stated the boy, "...Why?" Trunks inwardly groaned; how was it that Gohan, even as a young child caught his slip-ups? Trunks' head rose out of the water and he looked to the chibi.
"Well... you... were a teacher in the future..." 'Yeah... my martial artist teacher...' thought Trunks inwardly. The young child smiled as he sat at the edge of the river.
"My mom has always wanted me to be a scholar, and I guess she always gets her wish. Isn't that right?" he smiled widely as he looked to Trunks, but the hybrid saiyan remained silent. "Mom's making lunch," stated Gohan, "Want to join us? She always makes plenty!" Trunks nodded slowly as he came out of the water, and used his ki energy to dry him before he put his clothes back on.
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"I don't know about that future kid," said Bulma as she sat in her back yard with a few of the Z warriors. Mainly Yamcha, Krillin, Tien, and Vegeta... who stood in the back with crossed arms. "There's something about him... something familiar..."
"I find it strange how his hair is of the same color as when you were younger... There aren't that many out there with lavender locks if you ask me," said Krillin as he took a sip from his soda. Bulma turned her head to the human glaring.
"Are you saying that HE, the mysterious future boy, could be MY son?" There was a tense moment of silence till a roar of laughter erupted among the group of people.
"Oh man... I would LOVE to see that day..." stated Krillin wiping away a tear which has escaped his eye.
"That kid DID say we all were dead because of the androids," stated Yamcha as he leaned back in his chair. "I mean... we should begin our training for the next three years... shouldn't we?"
"Scar face is right." All turned to Vegeta as he stood there with his traditional glare. "We shouldn't sit here wasting our precious time. Three years time is very short to prepare for something this big, even though the majority of the warriors on this planet are so weak." The earthmen glared to the saiyan as he continued, but they all knew that he was not lying... "The only one's who can stand a chance against these monsters are I, Kakarot, and his spawn... And if that future brat stays here for the androids, then he might have a chance too."
Bulma became angered as she crossed her arms and snorted, "Well excuse me Mr. High and Mighty! But I thought this was a TEAM effort!" she exclaimed to the saiyan. He just gave a dark chuckle.
"You know nothing on how to prepare against an enemy, woman."
"And you do, Mr. Smarty-pants?!" she snapped back.
"I think he does Bulma..." said Krillin with a grin, "He was one of our enemies before if you haven' remembered." Bulma's face became red from embarrassment as she growled at the men.
"Come to think of it... weren't we all enemies at one time?" asked Yamcha sipping his drink.
"I think so..." stated Tien with a chuckle. "Boy, Goku really does know how to pick his friends."
Bulma began to lighten up again as she smiled, but frowning once more. "Didn't anyone pick up the kid's name?" she asked the men, "It seemed to have... slipped my mind..."
"I don't think he even stated his name!" said Yamcha with a laugh. Bulma sighed as she placed her chin in her palms as her elbows rested on the table.
"But we do know he has saiyan blood..." A smirk grew on the woman's face. "And I bet Vegeta's the father!" Everyone laughed at Vegeta's reaction as he looked to all in disgust.
"That's preposterous!" he exclaimed in anger.
"You know we're just kidding, right?" The prince just snorted as he turned his head away. But that did make the other Z warriors think. He did look like Bulma... in some ways... and he was saiyan... the three men looked to the saiyan, then to the scientist as she took a sip of her smoothie. It made sense, somewhat... but they shook it off. There was no way those two would end up together! They looked to the two. Could it?
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That seemed short for a chapter... but I am so tired... and in pain... pulls up her sleeve I got stitches! ! 3! I don't think I will be able to type that much this week since my arm is in much pain... --; but please review, and tell me how this fic is going so far, okay? Thanks!
-Takuma
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Trunks began to pace around the room once more. He could feel his father's ki energy rise. It was scary.
"Um... Goku?" asked Trunks as he looked to the taller saiyan. Goku, looking at the hybrid's sword at the time looked up to Trunks with a smile.
"Yeah?"
"Was my dad always this tense?" Goku rubbed the back of his head and gave a nervous chuckle.
"I guess you could say that..." Trunks gave a nod as he walked up to a window. Placing a hand on the glass he looked out to the clear blue sky, and into the green fields. His home was nothing like this. It was so lively... not the ruins that he lived, thanks to the androids. He shook his head; he wished he could bring his mother back from the future and bring her here. She deserved much better than the hellhole that she was living in right now...
"It is a beautiful day today," stated Goku behind the teenager. Trunks just gave a small nod as he turned to walk out of the room. The full- blooded saiyan watched Trunks leave quietly.
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Setting his sword down and stripping down to his underclothes, Trunks jumped into a crystal clear river, which a waterfall fell into. The hybrid saiyan came up for air and used his hands to wipe his now soaked strands of lavender hair. He gave a small sigh as he sunk back into the water. He closed his eyes as he tried to relax.
A shadow came over him, and he opened his eye. "HI!" Trunks almost fell into the water with out taking in a gulp of air. He blinked once, and again. Gohan stood there with his big innocent grin. Trunks inwardly sighed.
"What are you doing out here alone?" asked the chibi as he tilted his head to the side. It did look cute.
"Just... enjoying the quietness... and peace sensei- eh... Gohan..." he stated quietly, a blush slowly creeping on his face. He ducked lower into the water hoping Gohan wouldn't notice.
"You... called me sensei," stated the boy, "...Why?" Trunks inwardly groaned; how was it that Gohan, even as a young child caught his slip-ups? Trunks' head rose out of the water and he looked to the chibi.
"Well... you... were a teacher in the future..." 'Yeah... my martial artist teacher...' thought Trunks inwardly. The young child smiled as he sat at the edge of the river.
"My mom has always wanted me to be a scholar, and I guess she always gets her wish. Isn't that right?" he smiled widely as he looked to Trunks, but the hybrid saiyan remained silent. "Mom's making lunch," stated Gohan, "Want to join us? She always makes plenty!" Trunks nodded slowly as he came out of the water, and used his ki energy to dry him before he put his clothes back on.
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"I don't know about that future kid," said Bulma as she sat in her back yard with a few of the Z warriors. Mainly Yamcha, Krillin, Tien, and Vegeta... who stood in the back with crossed arms. "There's something about him... something familiar..."
"I find it strange how his hair is of the same color as when you were younger... There aren't that many out there with lavender locks if you ask me," said Krillin as he took a sip from his soda. Bulma turned her head to the human glaring.
"Are you saying that HE, the mysterious future boy, could be MY son?" There was a tense moment of silence till a roar of laughter erupted among the group of people.
"Oh man... I would LOVE to see that day..." stated Krillin wiping away a tear which has escaped his eye.
"That kid DID say we all were dead because of the androids," stated Yamcha as he leaned back in his chair. "I mean... we should begin our training for the next three years... shouldn't we?"
"Scar face is right." All turned to Vegeta as he stood there with his traditional glare. "We shouldn't sit here wasting our precious time. Three years time is very short to prepare for something this big, even though the majority of the warriors on this planet are so weak." The earthmen glared to the saiyan as he continued, but they all knew that he was not lying... "The only one's who can stand a chance against these monsters are I, Kakarot, and his spawn... And if that future brat stays here for the androids, then he might have a chance too."
Bulma became angered as she crossed her arms and snorted, "Well excuse me Mr. High and Mighty! But I thought this was a TEAM effort!" she exclaimed to the saiyan. He just gave a dark chuckle.
"You know nothing on how to prepare against an enemy, woman."
"And you do, Mr. Smarty-pants?!" she snapped back.
"I think he does Bulma..." said Krillin with a grin, "He was one of our enemies before if you haven' remembered." Bulma's face became red from embarrassment as she growled at the men.
"Come to think of it... weren't we all enemies at one time?" asked Yamcha sipping his drink.
"I think so..." stated Tien with a chuckle. "Boy, Goku really does know how to pick his friends."
Bulma began to lighten up again as she smiled, but frowning once more. "Didn't anyone pick up the kid's name?" she asked the men, "It seemed to have... slipped my mind..."
"I don't think he even stated his name!" said Yamcha with a laugh. Bulma sighed as she placed her chin in her palms as her elbows rested on the table.
"But we do know he has saiyan blood..." A smirk grew on the woman's face. "And I bet Vegeta's the father!" Everyone laughed at Vegeta's reaction as he looked to all in disgust.
"That's preposterous!" he exclaimed in anger.
"You know we're just kidding, right?" The prince just snorted as he turned his head away. But that did make the other Z warriors think. He did look like Bulma... in some ways... and he was saiyan... the three men looked to the saiyan, then to the scientist as she took a sip of her smoothie. It made sense, somewhat... but they shook it off. There was no way those two would end up together! They looked to the two. Could it?
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That seemed short for a chapter... but I am so tired... and in pain... pulls up her sleeve I got stitches! ! 3! I don't think I will be able to type that much this week since my arm is in much pain... --; but please review, and tell me how this fic is going so far, okay? Thanks!
-Takuma