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 finfic.
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"Sayonara, Good-Bye" (A New Beginning)
Chapter Two
Trunks glared at the enigmatic person standing before him. "You're a Saiyan," he answered slowly. A thousand confused thoughts were flying in his head. [But...I thought they were all dead?]
"Hai," Bandeku nodded. He looked speculatively at the lavender-haired man.
"Are you a Saiyan?" he asked bluntly. Trunks started a little.
[I can't tell him that I'm Vegeta's son,] he thought. [That could get me into trouble. I need to get out of here!] "I don't know what you're talking about," Trunks replied.
The response seemed silly since he already revealed he knew about the Saiyajins. Heart beating wildly and mind pounding painfully, Trunks decided it was time to leave and get back to his ship. He took a step forward and found himself falling to the ground. Another wave of dizziness had arrived and threatened to overcome him.
"You can't go," Bandeku smirked. "You didn't go through the proper process from
cryostasis. It will be a while until you regain your equilibrium. Until then,
you have no choice but to stay here. And answer my questions." Gritting his teeth more from nausea then anger, Trunks got into a lotus position. "So tell me, do you have Saiyajin blood or not?"
"Half," he ground out. "My father was a Saiyan, but my mother was a Human."
"I see," Bandeku mused. "And how did they come together?"
"How should I know!?!" he snapped. He instantly winced as the pain returned with a vengeance. [How dare this man meddle in my affairs!]
"Hmphf," the older Saiyajin snorted. "Why did you leave your planet?"
"That's none of your business," Trunks snarled. It reminded him too much of a lost world... and his failure to protect it.
"Do you know who your father was?" Bandeku persisted.
"He went away while I was still an infant," Trunks muttered as he rubbed
his temples. The aching wouldn't leave him alone. "My mother didn't like to talk about him much." He readied himself for another round of questioning, but the man only nodded once more.
"I think that's enough for today," he said gruffly. "You better rest." This
show of un-Saiyajin like kindness momentarily stunned Trunks.
"Hn..." he said bewildered. Bandeku gazed at him for a moment before exiting back outside. With a small groan, Trunks lay back down on the bed, making sure his sword was within easy reach.
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*Thwack* Bandeku watched the tree fall down to the ground. Even it could
not withstand his powerful punch.
[Kuso!!!] he mumbled to himself. [Who is this boy?] He started punching a
large boulder to relieve the anger. Something about the Semi-Saiyan intrigued him. There was a kind of hardness in his eyes even most warriors didn't have. [What could have happened to make him this way?]
A passing animal diverted his attention for a moment. One glare from him and it ran away. Bandeku returned his attention back to the young stranger in his home. [I don't even know his name.] He began hitting the shattered boulder again. [I have to find out more about him. I know he's hiding something important. Maybe he knows were more Saiyajin survivors are located.]
Mind made up, Bandeku decided to return. He flew slower than he usually did.
When he arrived at his humble home, he lowered his ki as a precaution. It was quite obvious the Semi-Saiyan didn't trust him yet. But still, he seemed
pretty ill.... Bandeku cursed himself. He hadn't lived as long as he had by
being reckless. Quietly, he opened the door. The fire was still going, but it
was weaker than before. Everything seemed to be as was. All except the
mysterious young man Bandeku found. Walking silently, he approached the bed.
The pale colored man was asleep but still gripping his sword. Bandeku
grunted. [Yup, he still doesn't trust me,] he thought dryly. Even as Trunks slumbered there was a grim frown on his face. Shaking his head, Bandeku walked to the other side of the room, settled on the ground, and went to sleep.
* * * *
The late morning sun hung in the clear blue sky. Warm sunlight filtered
through the open door and shone on the sleeping man's face. Yawning a little, Trunks slowly awoke. Sitting up, he stretched his arms. [I feel much better now,] he smiled wanly.
"So you finally chose to wake up," a familiar voice declared. The smile
instantly disappeared and was replaced by a scowl. By reflex Trunks grabbed his sword on the ground, got up, and faced the speaker in a blink of an eye. Bandeku just watched him with indifference. They wordlessly stared at each other before Trunks warily lowered the sharp blade.
"Are you hungry?"
The question caught him off guard.
"No," he frowned. Unfortunately his stomach decided to growl quite audibly
at that moment his stomach growled.
"Um...maybe just a little."
"Then go hunt. There's plenty of game in the forest."
"Huh...?" was all he could say.
"You do know how to hunt, right?" Bandeku asked mockingly.
"Of course," Trunks bristled. Re-sheathing his sword, Trunks began to walk.
His legs felt heavier than usual, but he knew a good meal would cure that. He launched easily into the air and he started to look around for something edible. There were several different types of exotic and colorful fruits, but he didn't take any just in case they were poisonous.
Using some tricks he had learnt from his boyhood, Trunks managed to find a
large creature. He had never seen such a thing before, but he wasn't a picky eater. Piling some fallen
wood, Trunks lit it with a thin beam of ki. As the fire burnt, he used his sword
to skin his catch.
He grinned as he remembered the training sessions he use to take as a boy.
[Gohan...] He stopped what he was doing as the memories flooded his mind. His kind yet tough teacher helping him master his skills, the talks they had about what the past was like, his body lying lifeless in a puddle...
Trunks felt a hot tear run down his cheek to land on the bloody carcass of
the animal. [Oh Kami...] Flashes of people lying mangled on the streets after an android rampage. Death was upon them.
Death everywhere.......
More tears fell as he gazed at the corpse of the dead creature. [Oh Kami...]
He was distracted from the pain when he suddenly sensed an approaching ki
signature. [It must be Bandeku.] Quickly wiping any traces of tears from his face, Trunks resumed skinning his kill with renewed fervor. Soon the older man landed in the area. He was silent as he observed Trunks' activity.
"Why do you need a fire?" he finally broke the silence. "It's not that cold."
"It's for cooking," he responded coldly.
"Why can't you just eat it raw?" Trunks looked up from what he was doing.
"Raw...?" he said puzzled. Bandeku shook his head.
"Of course. Saiyajins eat their meat raw. Cooking it is a waste of time."
Trunks snickered.
"I'm only half Saiyajin," he said emotionlessly. "I don't like eating it raw."
"You've spent too much time with humans," Bandeku frowned.
"Who else would I live with?" Trunks lost his temper. "I never knew my father." A pang of guilt washed over him. [That's because he died. For me.] Trunks growled and cut off a piece of meat and proceeded in cooking it. [Anyway,] he tried to clear his head. [That isn't completely true...] He was so occupied with thoughts of a world that could have been his that he didn't notice Bandeku stare at him.
"After you finish," he broke Trunks' reverie, "we will spar. I want to see what kind of warrior you are." A malicious grin broke over Trunks' face. If that old
man thought he was going up against a weakling human, he was in for one hell of a surprise!
"If you insist," he smirked. Ripping some meat from the joint he prepared,
Trunks put it in his mouth. It tasted odd but not as unpleasant as he first anticipated. Hunger drove him to eat faster. The food tasted different now...and then he noticed why. Trunks had unconsciously started eating uncooked meat. The sight of blood on his hands disturbed him. Bandeku snorted.
"Not as bad as you thought, hm?" he said. "By the way you eat, I can see
you indeed have Saiyajin blood in you!" Trunks didn't say anything. There was still more meat on the carcass, but Trunks had lost his appetite.
"I'm not hungry anymore," he said softly.
"Why?" Bandeku demanded. "Is it because your weak, human stomach can't take it?"
"NO!!!" Trunks shouted. "I'd rather be a Human than a ....," he strung as
many swear
words as he knew (don't worry folks, it's censored is passed off as
bad writing!!!),
"...Saiyajin!" Bandeku burst out laughing.
"You've got the Saiyajin temper too! You might not be a lost cause after all. Now come on. Since you're done eating, we'll spar." He started levitating into the air and flew off into the distance. Trunks shook his head a little. Just when you assumed you knew a guy...
After putting out the fire, Trunks followed suit. He found Bandeku a few moments later waiting for him at what looked like a large crater.
"Seem familiar?" Bandeku smirked. "This is where I found you."
"Nani?" Trunks asked. He gazed at the surrounding area. Yes, it did look like the ship landed here. "Where's my ship?" he inquired.
"It's over there," Bandeku pointed, "but it's a waste of time. It's
completely worthless now."
"I want to see it anyway," Trunks said stubbornly. He flew off in the
direction Bandeku had directed.
True to his word, the space pod was wrecked. It wasn't even spherical anymore. The computer was fried and it was covered with several gashes.
[Crap,] Trunks muttered to himself. [Now I'll never get off this dung-hole of a planet.] "I told you so," Bandeku landed gracefully beside him. Trunks glared at the black and white-haired Saiyan.
"Shut up," he snapped.
[Hmphf,] Bandeku thought indignantly. [That cocky bastard...] He straightened himself to full height. "I believe we have a sparring match to begin." Trunks looked at the straight faced man.
[Fine. If he wants to be beaten to a pulp so badly...] He went into a
combat stance. Bandeku did the same and then they regarded each other, trying to find any potential fault they could exploit.
Trunks made the first move, throwing a punch as fast as lightening. He
didn't use all his strength; he wanted to see how good his 'benefactor ' was first. As expected, Bandeku sidestepped it, caught the arm, and flung him over his shoulder.
"Is that the best you can do, you half-breed mongrel?" Bandeku taunted.
"Your father was a fool to let you live. You shame the Saiyajin race with your weakness!"
"NANI!?!" Trunks shouted. The second statement really touched off a nerve.
After all his father had done for him....
Bandeku quickly found that his suspicions were true: Trunks had been
holding back. The old warrior was hard pressed to keep Trunks from breaking through his defense.
[Dammit, this kid is stronger than I expected. And he's still powering up!]
Bandeku thought wildly. Momentarily distracted, Trunks managed to get in a blow. It sent Bandeku hurtling through several outcroppings of rock.
[Got to calm myself down,] Trunks panted. [I can't go Super Saiyajin!] With deliberate slowness, Trunks floated down to the ground were Bandeku was just getting up. The old hermit was dusting off his armor. Folding his arms, Trunks waited for him to speak.
"Yattaaa!!!" Bandeku grinned. "I haven't had such a good sparring session in years!" Trunks stared at him. "So," Bandeku wound up his arm, "since your space pod is all wrecked, I guess you'll be staying here a while."
"Isn't there another ship I can take?" Trunks asked.
"No," Bandeku shook his head.
"This reminds me, how come you survived the destruction of Vegetasei?"
"Hmm, that's right, you don't know the story. Well, since you are half Saiyajin and a perilous warrior, you deserve to know the truth," Bandeku sighed. "Sit down boy because this is going to be a long story."
[End of Chapter 2]
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"Sayonara, Good-Bye" (A New Beginning)
Chapter Two
Trunks glared at the enigmatic person standing before him. "You're a Saiyan," he answered slowly. A thousand confused thoughts were flying in his head. [But...I thought they were all dead?]
"Hai," Bandeku nodded. He looked speculatively at the lavender-haired man.
"Are you a Saiyan?" he asked bluntly. Trunks started a little.
[I can't tell him that I'm Vegeta's son,] he thought. [That could get me into trouble. I need to get out of here!] "I don't know what you're talking about," Trunks replied.
The response seemed silly since he already revealed he knew about the Saiyajins. Heart beating wildly and mind pounding painfully, Trunks decided it was time to leave and get back to his ship. He took a step forward and found himself falling to the ground. Another wave of dizziness had arrived and threatened to overcome him.
"You can't go," Bandeku smirked. "You didn't go through the proper process from
cryostasis. It will be a while until you regain your equilibrium. Until then,
you have no choice but to stay here. And answer my questions." Gritting his teeth more from nausea then anger, Trunks got into a lotus position. "So tell me, do you have Saiyajin blood or not?"
"Half," he ground out. "My father was a Saiyan, but my mother was a Human."
"I see," Bandeku mused. "And how did they come together?"
"How should I know!?!" he snapped. He instantly winced as the pain returned with a vengeance. [How dare this man meddle in my affairs!]
"Hmphf," the older Saiyajin snorted. "Why did you leave your planet?"
"That's none of your business," Trunks snarled. It reminded him too much of a lost world... and his failure to protect it.
"Do you know who your father was?" Bandeku persisted.
"He went away while I was still an infant," Trunks muttered as he rubbed
his temples. The aching wouldn't leave him alone. "My mother didn't like to talk about him much." He readied himself for another round of questioning, but the man only nodded once more.
"I think that's enough for today," he said gruffly. "You better rest." This
show of un-Saiyajin like kindness momentarily stunned Trunks.
"Hn..." he said bewildered. Bandeku gazed at him for a moment before exiting back outside. With a small groan, Trunks lay back down on the bed, making sure his sword was within easy reach.
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*Thwack* Bandeku watched the tree fall down to the ground. Even it could
not withstand his powerful punch.
[Kuso!!!] he mumbled to himself. [Who is this boy?] He started punching a
large boulder to relieve the anger. Something about the Semi-Saiyan intrigued him. There was a kind of hardness in his eyes even most warriors didn't have. [What could have happened to make him this way?]
A passing animal diverted his attention for a moment. One glare from him and it ran away. Bandeku returned his attention back to the young stranger in his home. [I don't even know his name.] He began hitting the shattered boulder again. [I have to find out more about him. I know he's hiding something important. Maybe he knows were more Saiyajin survivors are located.]
Mind made up, Bandeku decided to return. He flew slower than he usually did.
When he arrived at his humble home, he lowered his ki as a precaution. It was quite obvious the Semi-Saiyan didn't trust him yet. But still, he seemed
pretty ill.... Bandeku cursed himself. He hadn't lived as long as he had by
being reckless. Quietly, he opened the door. The fire was still going, but it
was weaker than before. Everything seemed to be as was. All except the
mysterious young man Bandeku found. Walking silently, he approached the bed.
The pale colored man was asleep but still gripping his sword. Bandeku
grunted. [Yup, he still doesn't trust me,] he thought dryly. Even as Trunks slumbered there was a grim frown on his face. Shaking his head, Bandeku walked to the other side of the room, settled on the ground, and went to sleep.
* * * *
The late morning sun hung in the clear blue sky. Warm sunlight filtered
through the open door and shone on the sleeping man's face. Yawning a little, Trunks slowly awoke. Sitting up, he stretched his arms. [I feel much better now,] he smiled wanly.
"So you finally chose to wake up," a familiar voice declared. The smile
instantly disappeared and was replaced by a scowl. By reflex Trunks grabbed his sword on the ground, got up, and faced the speaker in a blink of an eye. Bandeku just watched him with indifference. They wordlessly stared at each other before Trunks warily lowered the sharp blade.
"Are you hungry?"
The question caught him off guard.
"No," he frowned. Unfortunately his stomach decided to growl quite audibly
at that moment his stomach growled.
"Um...maybe just a little."
"Then go hunt. There's plenty of game in the forest."
"Huh...?" was all he could say.
"You do know how to hunt, right?" Bandeku asked mockingly.
"Of course," Trunks bristled. Re-sheathing his sword, Trunks began to walk.
His legs felt heavier than usual, but he knew a good meal would cure that. He launched easily into the air and he started to look around for something edible. There were several different types of exotic and colorful fruits, but he didn't take any just in case they were poisonous.
Using some tricks he had learnt from his boyhood, Trunks managed to find a
large creature. He had never seen such a thing before, but he wasn't a picky eater. Piling some fallen
wood, Trunks lit it with a thin beam of ki. As the fire burnt, he used his sword
to skin his catch.
He grinned as he remembered the training sessions he use to take as a boy.
[Gohan...] He stopped what he was doing as the memories flooded his mind. His kind yet tough teacher helping him master his skills, the talks they had about what the past was like, his body lying lifeless in a puddle...
Trunks felt a hot tear run down his cheek to land on the bloody carcass of
the animal. [Oh Kami...] Flashes of people lying mangled on the streets after an android rampage. Death was upon them.
Death everywhere.......
More tears fell as he gazed at the corpse of the dead creature. [Oh Kami...]
He was distracted from the pain when he suddenly sensed an approaching ki
signature. [It must be Bandeku.] Quickly wiping any traces of tears from his face, Trunks resumed skinning his kill with renewed fervor. Soon the older man landed in the area. He was silent as he observed Trunks' activity.
"Why do you need a fire?" he finally broke the silence. "It's not that cold."
"It's for cooking," he responded coldly.
"Why can't you just eat it raw?" Trunks looked up from what he was doing.
"Raw...?" he said puzzled. Bandeku shook his head.
"Of course. Saiyajins eat their meat raw. Cooking it is a waste of time."
Trunks snickered.
"I'm only half Saiyajin," he said emotionlessly. "I don't like eating it raw."
"You've spent too much time with humans," Bandeku frowned.
"Who else would I live with?" Trunks lost his temper. "I never knew my father." A pang of guilt washed over him. [That's because he died. For me.] Trunks growled and cut off a piece of meat and proceeded in cooking it. [Anyway,] he tried to clear his head. [That isn't completely true...] He was so occupied with thoughts of a world that could have been his that he didn't notice Bandeku stare at him.
"After you finish," he broke Trunks' reverie, "we will spar. I want to see what kind of warrior you are." A malicious grin broke over Trunks' face. If that old
man thought he was going up against a weakling human, he was in for one hell of a surprise!
"If you insist," he smirked. Ripping some meat from the joint he prepared,
Trunks put it in his mouth. It tasted odd but not as unpleasant as he first anticipated. Hunger drove him to eat faster. The food tasted different now...and then he noticed why. Trunks had unconsciously started eating uncooked meat. The sight of blood on his hands disturbed him. Bandeku snorted.
"Not as bad as you thought, hm?" he said. "By the way you eat, I can see
you indeed have Saiyajin blood in you!" Trunks didn't say anything. There was still more meat on the carcass, but Trunks had lost his appetite.
"I'm not hungry anymore," he said softly.
"Why?" Bandeku demanded. "Is it because your weak, human stomach can't take it?"
"NO!!!" Trunks shouted. "I'd rather be a Human than a ....," he strung as
many swear
words as he knew (don't worry folks, it's censored is passed off as
bad writing!!!),
"...Saiyajin!" Bandeku burst out laughing.
"You've got the Saiyajin temper too! You might not be a lost cause after all. Now come on. Since you're done eating, we'll spar." He started levitating into the air and flew off into the distance. Trunks shook his head a little. Just when you assumed you knew a guy...
After putting out the fire, Trunks followed suit. He found Bandeku a few moments later waiting for him at what looked like a large crater.
"Seem familiar?" Bandeku smirked. "This is where I found you."
"Nani?" Trunks asked. He gazed at the surrounding area. Yes, it did look like the ship landed here. "Where's my ship?" he inquired.
"It's over there," Bandeku pointed, "but it's a waste of time. It's
completely worthless now."
"I want to see it anyway," Trunks said stubbornly. He flew off in the
direction Bandeku had directed.
True to his word, the space pod was wrecked. It wasn't even spherical anymore. The computer was fried and it was covered with several gashes.
[Crap,] Trunks muttered to himself. [Now I'll never get off this dung-hole of a planet.] "I told you so," Bandeku landed gracefully beside him. Trunks glared at the black and white-haired Saiyan.
"Shut up," he snapped.
[Hmphf,] Bandeku thought indignantly. [That cocky bastard...] He straightened himself to full height. "I believe we have a sparring match to begin." Trunks looked at the straight faced man.
[Fine. If he wants to be beaten to a pulp so badly...] He went into a
combat stance. Bandeku did the same and then they regarded each other, trying to find any potential fault they could exploit.
Trunks made the first move, throwing a punch as fast as lightening. He
didn't use all his strength; he wanted to see how good his 'benefactor ' was first. As expected, Bandeku sidestepped it, caught the arm, and flung him over his shoulder.
"Is that the best you can do, you half-breed mongrel?" Bandeku taunted.
"Your father was a fool to let you live. You shame the Saiyajin race with your weakness!"
"NANI!?!" Trunks shouted. The second statement really touched off a nerve.
After all his father had done for him....
Bandeku quickly found that his suspicions were true: Trunks had been
holding back. The old warrior was hard pressed to keep Trunks from breaking through his defense.
[Dammit, this kid is stronger than I expected. And he's still powering up!]
Bandeku thought wildly. Momentarily distracted, Trunks managed to get in a blow. It sent Bandeku hurtling through several outcroppings of rock.
[Got to calm myself down,] Trunks panted. [I can't go Super Saiyajin!] With deliberate slowness, Trunks floated down to the ground were Bandeku was just getting up. The old hermit was dusting off his armor. Folding his arms, Trunks waited for him to speak.
"Yattaaa!!!" Bandeku grinned. "I haven't had such a good sparring session in years!" Trunks stared at him. "So," Bandeku wound up his arm, "since your space pod is all wrecked, I guess you'll be staying here a while."
"Isn't there another ship I can take?" Trunks asked.
"No," Bandeku shook his head.
"This reminds me, how come you survived the destruction of Vegetasei?"
"Hmm, that's right, you don't know the story. Well, since you are half Saiyajin and a perilous warrior, you deserve to know the truth," Bandeku sighed. "Sit down boy because this is going to be a long story."
[End of Chapter 2]