Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. All DBZ characters belong to Akira Toriyama. Darkreign & Evangel created this story, and I am posting it up for them. They have decided to not continue this story, but Darkreign has given me permission to finish it for him. If you two are reading this I hope you will like what I chose of what would happen to Trunks in the near future of your fanfic.
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"Sayonara, Good-Bye" (A New Beginning)
Chapter One
Countless stars passed by the spherical spaceship's window as it traveled through the cold darkness of space. The sole passenger was oblivious to their beauty as he slept in cryostasis. A few strands of lavender hair were hanging in his face, and eyelids hid blue eyes. If anyone could see his peaceful face, they would get the impression that all was well. Unfortunately, they can't see the inner turmoil in the young warrior's soul.
Images of his trials and tribulations kept repeating in his tortured mind: steel skyscrapers with melted beams, cracks running along the pavement, glass shards strewn on the ground. This was only a small taste of what horrors he had seen in his life.
Trunks left his shattered planet behind in hopes of finding a new beginning for himself. His blood carried all that was left of the human race.
[Okaasan,] he thought. [I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you.] He clearly remembered finding his mother's broken body among the rubble.
When he arrived back in his own time, Trunks felt something was terribly wrong. His mother hadn't come to greet her son, and Trunks couldn't sense any ki signatures. He grew more nervous as he viewed the main dome of Capsule Corps. It was in a worse condition then it was when he last saw it. Anxiously, Trunks flew as fast as he could, praying that his mother was alright. His heart leapt in his throat when he finally gazed on his beloved mother's form. Kneeling beside her bloody form, Trunks supported her head on his arm.
"Kaasan," he gently called to her. To his relief, she opened her eyes.
"Y....you made it....my son," she managed to whisper. Staying conscious took all the energy and will she had left. "Cyborgs...went completely out of control. K...killed everyone." Bulma coughed, spitting up blood on his blue jacket.
"I'll bring you inside," he said worriedly.
"N...no time," she answered. "I can feel myself...slipping away. Hmphf," she smiled wanly. "I can finally see your ass of a father." Bulma's grin faltered. "Trunks. M...my son. Promise me," she seemed to regain some strength, "promise me you'll never give up. That you'll continue on...no matter what."
"H...hai, okaasan," he said fiercely, tears in his eyes. The last time he truly cried was when he had lost Gohan. His mentor, friend, foster father. He died because he had wanted to protect Trunks. Just like Vegeta. It seemed the people most important to him died defending his life. "Okaasan," he weeped. "Please don't go."
"Remember," she gasped, "you promised." An exhale of breath, to a casual onlooker it almost seemed dramatical. For the Demi-Saiyan, it was heart-wrenching. "OKAASAN!!!" he screamed in pain. No one answered back. He was completely alone.
While the horrific ordeal replayed in his head once more, the spaceship entered an asteroid field. The various sized rock, some as large as Earth's continents, continued their journey through space. All these space debris once formed together as a planet. Unfortunately, the civilization grew so advanced they destroyed each other. Now nothing remained of that race. It was befitting that the lone warrior passed through there.
An asteroid about the size of a car was at a direct course with Trunks' ship. It sped towards the metallic object, capable of smashing it into nothingness. The troubled warrior didn't notice; he was still in suspended animation.
Perhaps it was some cosmic force that saved him, a planet's magnetic field. Or maybe it was fate. The deadly asteroid unexpectedly veered to the left, changing its steady course as if to spare the young man's life. It careened past him, glancing the space pod enough to damage it.
(Hull integrity breached,) the computer thought. (First priority: land for repairs.) It searched with its scanners for a few minutes until it found a suitable planet. (Class M planet located. Habitable area. Emergency landing program initiated.)
The space ship turned to the right and headed for the planet it had discovered. It began to glow red as re-entry super heated the ship.
(Estimated time of arrival...58 seconds.) Suddenly the screen began to flash red. (Warning. Damage in the outer surface has exposed vital circuitry. Heat from rentry-y....sdu&5g9w*y...) The computer began to malfunction. It flickered a few moments before dying out completely.
The ship undauntedly made its way towards the planet. Shooting past the clouds in the light blue sky, it rocketed through some trees before finally contacting the ground. A loud boom could be heard for miles as it created a giant crater with the impact. Animals scattered away, frightened by the huge intruder. Steam rose up from the hot ship. Trunks still slept inside, unaware of the situation. The warm sun could not penetrate the insulation of the craft. So he sat there frozen, re-living his tormented past.
"Yosh! That was good!" Bandeku smiled. Standing over the remains of his kill, he wiped some blood from his short beard. He stretched his limbs and yawned. [Damn,] he thought. [Must be getting old. Never had to do this before.]
Wrinkles lined the corners of his black eyes. A few more were on his face, nut it only high-lighted his sharp features. Black hair peppered with a few white ones grew wildly over his shoulders a little. Despite his age, he still had a large and muscular body. Abruptly, he looked up to the sky. [Something's coming...] His eyes widened as he saw a red object streak through the sky. He felt and heard the reverberations as it hit the ground. [Nani?!?] Aches promptly forgotten, Bandeku leaped into the air and started flying towards the mysterious object.
It wasn't hard to find ground zero; it could be seen from miles away. Cautiously nearing the center, Bandeku tried to get a glimpse of the thing. Steam obscured his vision. [Kuso,] he cursed to himself. [Now I'm acting like I'm scared of whatever's in there. I can handle anything that comes out. I AM a Saiyajin soldier.] A breeze dissipated the mist and he was shocked to find out the cause of the disturbance. [A Saiyajin pod! Could the person still be alive? The ship seems pretty wrecked from re-entry.] Peering through the circular window, he saw the outline of a man.
Testing the surface, Bandeku found that it was still hot but tolerable. Prying open the hatch of the capsule, a cold wind escaped. [He must have went into cryostasis,] he thought. Using a single hand, the warrior pulled him out and lay the stranger on the ground. [Hmm...he doesn't look like a Saiyajin.] Bandeku cast a critical eye on him. [Short, pale hair. It's straight as well. Foreign clothing. No armor. Has no tail. I see,] Bandeku decided, [he's definitely not a Saiyajin. So how did he get one of the pods? He might be dangerous. I better scan his power level.]
Pressing a button on his scouter, numbers began to fly on his green eye piece. [On second thought...he might be Saiyajin. He has a high ki reading, even when he's unconscious. I better find out more about this man.] Uncurling his long brown tail, Bandeku tried to figure out what to do next. [This guy is going to be out for a while. I don't think he'll object to me looking in his craft.] Curling his tail around his waist again, the old warrior inspected the pod. [Well, he'll be staying here; the ship is no better than scrap.] Taking a peep inside, all he found was a sword. Taking it out, Bandeku then shouldered the mysterious man and flew towards his home.
Trunks thought he was dreaming. Colors swirled in front of his eyes, and he still felt cold. [The cryostasis must be wearing off,] he thought vaguely. [Maybe the computer has found a planet.] Opening his eyes slightly, Trunks tried to get his bearings. Then he realized he was lying on his back instead of sitting. ]I couldn't be lying in my pod...] Forcing his eyes open fully, Trunks winced in pain as a wave of dizziness hit him like a fist. Quickly shutting his eyes, he waited for it to pass before attempting to open them again. This time it wasn't so bad. Trunks unsteadily got to his feet. Leaning against a wall for support, he gazed at his surroundings.
He occupied a large room. Except for a single door on the other side, it seemed there were no visible openings or doors leading to other rooms. A fire burnt in the middle and he discovered ha had been in the only bed. A chair and tabled were the only other things there. "Almost Spartan like," he muttered to himself. He located his sword resting against the wall he was on. Trunks picked it up and clenched the scabbard. It seemed to be the only thing that stayed solid. Everything else seemed to float or waver. The door suddenly opened and let red sunlight filter through. Trunks squinted at the figure outlined by the setting sun. Mercifully the door closed again and the person...a man by the build, slowly approached the fire.
Once Trunks' eyes had adjusted to the darkness again, he gasped. The man wore Saiyajin armor. Yes, and he even had a tail!!! Its tip tapped against the man's waist. A grunt woke Trunks up from his shock.
"So you know what I am," he spoke softly. "That is good. My name is Bandeku, and you have a lot of explaining to do.
End of Chapter One.
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"Sayonara, Good-Bye" (A New Beginning)
Chapter One
Countless stars passed by the spherical spaceship's window as it traveled through the cold darkness of space. The sole passenger was oblivious to their beauty as he slept in cryostasis. A few strands of lavender hair were hanging in his face, and eyelids hid blue eyes. If anyone could see his peaceful face, they would get the impression that all was well. Unfortunately, they can't see the inner turmoil in the young warrior's soul.
Images of his trials and tribulations kept repeating in his tortured mind: steel skyscrapers with melted beams, cracks running along the pavement, glass shards strewn on the ground. This was only a small taste of what horrors he had seen in his life.
Trunks left his shattered planet behind in hopes of finding a new beginning for himself. His blood carried all that was left of the human race.
[Okaasan,] he thought. [I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you.] He clearly remembered finding his mother's broken body among the rubble.
When he arrived back in his own time, Trunks felt something was terribly wrong. His mother hadn't come to greet her son, and Trunks couldn't sense any ki signatures. He grew more nervous as he viewed the main dome of Capsule Corps. It was in a worse condition then it was when he last saw it. Anxiously, Trunks flew as fast as he could, praying that his mother was alright. His heart leapt in his throat when he finally gazed on his beloved mother's form. Kneeling beside her bloody form, Trunks supported her head on his arm.
"Kaasan," he gently called to her. To his relief, she opened her eyes.
"Y....you made it....my son," she managed to whisper. Staying conscious took all the energy and will she had left. "Cyborgs...went completely out of control. K...killed everyone." Bulma coughed, spitting up blood on his blue jacket.
"I'll bring you inside," he said worriedly.
"N...no time," she answered. "I can feel myself...slipping away. Hmphf," she smiled wanly. "I can finally see your ass of a father." Bulma's grin faltered. "Trunks. M...my son. Promise me," she seemed to regain some strength, "promise me you'll never give up. That you'll continue on...no matter what."
"H...hai, okaasan," he said fiercely, tears in his eyes. The last time he truly cried was when he had lost Gohan. His mentor, friend, foster father. He died because he had wanted to protect Trunks. Just like Vegeta. It seemed the people most important to him died defending his life. "Okaasan," he weeped. "Please don't go."
"Remember," she gasped, "you promised." An exhale of breath, to a casual onlooker it almost seemed dramatical. For the Demi-Saiyan, it was heart-wrenching. "OKAASAN!!!" he screamed in pain. No one answered back. He was completely alone.
While the horrific ordeal replayed in his head once more, the spaceship entered an asteroid field. The various sized rock, some as large as Earth's continents, continued their journey through space. All these space debris once formed together as a planet. Unfortunately, the civilization grew so advanced they destroyed each other. Now nothing remained of that race. It was befitting that the lone warrior passed through there.
An asteroid about the size of a car was at a direct course with Trunks' ship. It sped towards the metallic object, capable of smashing it into nothingness. The troubled warrior didn't notice; he was still in suspended animation.
Perhaps it was some cosmic force that saved him, a planet's magnetic field. Or maybe it was fate. The deadly asteroid unexpectedly veered to the left, changing its steady course as if to spare the young man's life. It careened past him, glancing the space pod enough to damage it.
(Hull integrity breached,) the computer thought. (First priority: land for repairs.) It searched with its scanners for a few minutes until it found a suitable planet. (Class M planet located. Habitable area. Emergency landing program initiated.)
The space ship turned to the right and headed for the planet it had discovered. It began to glow red as re-entry super heated the ship.
(Estimated time of arrival...58 seconds.) Suddenly the screen began to flash red. (Warning. Damage in the outer surface has exposed vital circuitry. Heat from rentry-y....sdu&5g9w*y...) The computer began to malfunction. It flickered a few moments before dying out completely.
The ship undauntedly made its way towards the planet. Shooting past the clouds in the light blue sky, it rocketed through some trees before finally contacting the ground. A loud boom could be heard for miles as it created a giant crater with the impact. Animals scattered away, frightened by the huge intruder. Steam rose up from the hot ship. Trunks still slept inside, unaware of the situation. The warm sun could not penetrate the insulation of the craft. So he sat there frozen, re-living his tormented past.
"Yosh! That was good!" Bandeku smiled. Standing over the remains of his kill, he wiped some blood from his short beard. He stretched his limbs and yawned. [Damn,] he thought. [Must be getting old. Never had to do this before.]
Wrinkles lined the corners of his black eyes. A few more were on his face, nut it only high-lighted his sharp features. Black hair peppered with a few white ones grew wildly over his shoulders a little. Despite his age, he still had a large and muscular body. Abruptly, he looked up to the sky. [Something's coming...] His eyes widened as he saw a red object streak through the sky. He felt and heard the reverberations as it hit the ground. [Nani?!?] Aches promptly forgotten, Bandeku leaped into the air and started flying towards the mysterious object.
It wasn't hard to find ground zero; it could be seen from miles away. Cautiously nearing the center, Bandeku tried to get a glimpse of the thing. Steam obscured his vision. [Kuso,] he cursed to himself. [Now I'm acting like I'm scared of whatever's in there. I can handle anything that comes out. I AM a Saiyajin soldier.] A breeze dissipated the mist and he was shocked to find out the cause of the disturbance. [A Saiyajin pod! Could the person still be alive? The ship seems pretty wrecked from re-entry.] Peering through the circular window, he saw the outline of a man.
Testing the surface, Bandeku found that it was still hot but tolerable. Prying open the hatch of the capsule, a cold wind escaped. [He must have went into cryostasis,] he thought. Using a single hand, the warrior pulled him out and lay the stranger on the ground. [Hmm...he doesn't look like a Saiyajin.] Bandeku cast a critical eye on him. [Short, pale hair. It's straight as well. Foreign clothing. No armor. Has no tail. I see,] Bandeku decided, [he's definitely not a Saiyajin. So how did he get one of the pods? He might be dangerous. I better scan his power level.]
Pressing a button on his scouter, numbers began to fly on his green eye piece. [On second thought...he might be Saiyajin. He has a high ki reading, even when he's unconscious. I better find out more about this man.] Uncurling his long brown tail, Bandeku tried to figure out what to do next. [This guy is going to be out for a while. I don't think he'll object to me looking in his craft.] Curling his tail around his waist again, the old warrior inspected the pod. [Well, he'll be staying here; the ship is no better than scrap.] Taking a peep inside, all he found was a sword. Taking it out, Bandeku then shouldered the mysterious man and flew towards his home.
Trunks thought he was dreaming. Colors swirled in front of his eyes, and he still felt cold. [The cryostasis must be wearing off,] he thought vaguely. [Maybe the computer has found a planet.] Opening his eyes slightly, Trunks tried to get his bearings. Then he realized he was lying on his back instead of sitting. ]I couldn't be lying in my pod...] Forcing his eyes open fully, Trunks winced in pain as a wave of dizziness hit him like a fist. Quickly shutting his eyes, he waited for it to pass before attempting to open them again. This time it wasn't so bad. Trunks unsteadily got to his feet. Leaning against a wall for support, he gazed at his surroundings.
He occupied a large room. Except for a single door on the other side, it seemed there were no visible openings or doors leading to other rooms. A fire burnt in the middle and he discovered ha had been in the only bed. A chair and tabled were the only other things there. "Almost Spartan like," he muttered to himself. He located his sword resting against the wall he was on. Trunks picked it up and clenched the scabbard. It seemed to be the only thing that stayed solid. Everything else seemed to float or waver. The door suddenly opened and let red sunlight filter through. Trunks squinted at the figure outlined by the setting sun. Mercifully the door closed again and the person...a man by the build, slowly approached the fire.
Once Trunks' eyes had adjusted to the darkness again, he gasped. The man wore Saiyajin armor. Yes, and he even had a tail!!! Its tip tapped against the man's waist. A grunt woke Trunks up from his shock.
"So you know what I am," he spoke softly. "That is good. My name is Bandeku, and you have a lot of explaining to do.
End of Chapter One.