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 Four
"That was a pretty good sparring session," Bandeku rotated his sore muscles. "You should have stayed." Trunks had just woken from another troubled sleep and he wasn't in the best of moods. "What would I care," he retorted. "I could have taken all three of you easily."
"Who do you think you are? The Legendary Super Saiyajin?" the seasoned warrior replied sarcastically. "I don't have to be a Super Saiyajin to beat the hell out of you," Trunks growled. In a blink of an eye, Bandeku had yanked Trunks out of his futon and held him by the front of his shirt.
"Listen gaki," Bandeku whispered fiercely in the other's face. "I don't care that you were raised by humans, but you are among the Saiyajin now. You must start acting like one and less like a temperamental child."
"What would you know about my up-bringing?" Trunks swiped Bandeku's hands away. "I like human ways."
"So why did you leave your home planet?" Bandeku asked. Trunks turned around to stare at his sword propped against the wall.
[Should I tell him?] the lavender-haired man wondered. [He has helped me a lot, and he's right, I do have to act more like a Saiyan.]
Sighing slightly Trunks moved again to face Bandeku. "Sit," he ordered the taller man. Bandeku complied, sensing that Trunks would finally reveal something about his mysterious past. He spent a good amount of time listening to the warrior's tragic life. "I don't believe you," Bandeku said flatly. "You can't be the son of Prince Vegeta."
"It doesn't matter to me if you believe or not," Trunks gave a wicked grin.
"On second thought, I do see the resemblance now," Bandeku frowned. "But let me get this straight. An evil scientist named Dr. Gero created two cyborgs that eventually retaliated against their creator and reeked havoc on Chikyuusei. But most incredible of all is that they were able to kill Vegeta-ouji?"
"Hai," Trunks nodded slowly. "Their power came from machinery so they had no ki levels that could be traced. Dr. Gero was so ingenious that he endowed them with powerful abilities not even my father could stand."
"And how did you survive, Trunks-ouji?"
"Don't call me that!" Trunks said in an amused yet commanding voice. "I don't think many Saiyajin would accept me as their 'ruler' yet!"
"You have a point," Bandeku observed unsurely. He was still getting use to the idea that the rightful heir to the Saiyajin throne was this pale-haired, blue-eyed, tailless boy. "But at least in private, I WILL address you in your proper title."
"Whatever. To answer your earlier question," Trunks continued, seemingly not noticing the other man's discomfort, "I was able to mask my ki so the cyborgs couldn't find me. Anyway, Gohan was always there to protect me."
"A human could defend you from enemies not even Vegeta-ouji could kill!" Bandeku said shocked. "Gohan was a Semi-Saiyan too," Trunks explained. "His father was Son Go...I mean Kakkarot."
"So how did the cyborgs destroy every inhabitant of Chikyuusei? Where were you and this Gohan?" Bandeku inquired.
"If Vegeta couldn't defeat them, how could we?" Trunks answered bitterly. "We usually arrived too late, and they had moved on to another area to destroy."
"Did they kill Gohan too?" Bandeku raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," Trunks looked at the floor. It hurt to think of his old friend. "When I discovered my mother dead, it enraged me beyond what I have ever felt before, even more so then what I had felt for Gohan."
"So you finally managed to crush the cyborgs," Bandeku stared at him.
"Yes, but by then, my world was gone. Left with no choice, I took a space pod and departed from Chikyuusei. Then somehow I arrived at this planet, and you know the rest."
"Hmm, a grim life you have led," Bandeku closed his eyes. "But such is the life of a Saiyajin. Whatever that hasn't killed you can only make you stronger. Which reminds me, how strong did you get?"
"Powerful enough. Let's leave it at that," Trunks said quickly.
"Hai, Trunks-ouji," Bandeku responded.
"I know you don't want me to be the king," Trunks smirked, "so you can stop calling me that."
"You are correct, but I am honor bound to do so. It is my duty and choice," the older man answered stiffly.
"Whatever."
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(3 months later)
"Put this on," Bandeku said.
"Why?" Trunks inquired.
"Because you can't go to the settlement wearing human clothes," he explained. "This set of spare armor should do."
"Fine," Trunks muttered. He quickly changed to the Saiyajin clothing and regarded himself. It consisted of a black bodysuit with white armor on top. Almost like the one he wore when he was in the past with his friends.
"Now at least you look closer to a Saiyan," Bandeku commented. "Too bad about your pale colorings and being tailless."
"Let's just get this over with," Trunks snapped. Painful memories of a life he could have had put him in another foul mood.
"Hai, Trunks-ouji," Bandeku replied, equally as sour.
"And remember, don't call me that in public," Trunks reminded him. Nodding to show he understood, Bandeku inspected Trunks one more time before motioning to the door. "Follow me," Bandeku instructed. They left the house and flew towards the mountains. "Do you think I know enough of the Saiyajin culture to fit in?" Trunks asked in an attempt to start a conversation. He felt badly for being so grouchy with the older man. "You won't fit in because of your differences," Bandeku answered in his usual blunt manner. "But it would be easier if you told them who your father was."
"Life isn't easy," Trunks stated matter of factly.
"What a surprise, you actually listened to what I had to say," Bandeku smirked.
"I'll introduce you to some acquaintances I have. You remember Zeri and Teppo. There are a few others I want you to see as well. Stick with them for now, just so no other Saiyajin will pick fights."
"I'm not afraid of any Saiyajin," Trunks replied hotly.
"I know you are stronger then any of them, but I want to tell the leader of the settlement first. His name is Zanko, and he was a minor noble of King Vegita's court. Since he is...or was the highest ranking Saiyajin here, he naturally became leader."
"Will you tell him about my...er.... heritage?" Trunks raised an eyebrow.
"That decision is up to you," Bandeku said. The Semi-Saiyan took a minute to ponder on this. "I think not," Trunks finally answered. "At least not until we find out his response to me being here."
"Fine," Bandeku nodded. The duo lapsed into silence as they began passing over the huge mountains. Snow-capped peaks loomed ominously in front of them as they flew amazingly fast through the sky. Trunks used the time to contemplate his situation. Too soon for his liking he
spotted the colony. "We'll land at the outskirts," Bandeku spoke again.
"Hai," Trunks agreed. "But why? Everyone there must have already sensed us."
"Don't ask stupid questions," the older warrior snapped. They descended from the heavens and landed in a clearing.
"So you finally decided to bring him," a familiar voice spoke. "I knew you'd be here, Zeri," Bandeku said gruffly. "Who else did you drag along?"
"Me of course," Teppo responded. "As well as Jeiron and Shin."
"Everybody is here," the largest of them spoke amiably. "So who's the new guy?"
"This is Trunks," Bandeku introduced. "He is half Saiyan, half Human. He landed here a few months ago."
"Can't he speak for himself?" the big one asked.
"Of course I can," Trunks retorted in his slightly soft voice. "And you are?"
"I'm Jeiron," he replied as he pulled himself to his full height. Trunks noticed that the large man was also the tallest of the group.
"And this baka on my left is Shin."
"Nice to meet you," Trunks said dryly.
"Show him around," Bandeku suddenly interrupted. "I have to talk to Zanko."
"We should spar first," Teppo spoke eagerly.
"I want to see how powerful this Trunks is."
"Later Teppo," Bandeku shook his head. "Who knows what our glorious leader Zanko will do when he senses Trunks' ki. He might be stupid enough to challenge him."
"So you're saying Trunks is stronger," Shin finally said something. All he got for a response was a smirk and a grunt. Without another word Bandeku shot back into the sky.
"What now?" Zeri asked everyone. Currently they were all preoccupied at looking at Trunks in various degrees of curiosity.
"Fight," Teppo answered after a minute. "But Bandeku said we shouldn't," Trunks frowned in consternation. "Who gives a rat's ass what he says," Teppo responded. "Or do you always follow him like a dog?"
"Fine, we'll spar," Trunks folded his arms. "If you want to be beaten up so badly."
"That's the spirit!" Teppo smiled. "Let's go to the Arena."
"You are such an ass sometimes," Jeiron muttered to his comrade. "Stop complaining and come on!" Teppo laughed aloud. He levitated to the air and
proceeded to fly into the settlement. The others followed suit.
"How did you guys meet up?" Trunks asked Zeri who was currently flying closest to him. "We were the members of a squad," Zeri answered in his relatively calm voice. "Low-class soldiers are often grouped together and then sent off to conquer planets."
"You're lucky you were found by our commander," Jeiron put in. "Bandeku is almost equal in power level to Zanko. That's a good achievement for someone of his rank."
"Training with him must have been hard," Shin smiled.
"Not really," Trunks grinned. "I had previous training on Chikyuusei."
"What happened to that planet anyway?" Zeri asked. "I know Kakarotto was sent there, but you ran off before you answered me."
"Well...I..... uh."
"There it is!" Teppo shouted to his companions. They angled down for a landing, and Trunks was glad for the distraction.
What he saw was a structure similar to the one used for the Tenkachi-Budokai, albeit much simpler. Seats encircled a large rectangular platform. Several
groups were already there, and a fight was in progress. The squad and Trunks alighted just outside the ring. Trunks attracted immediate attention due to his un-Saiyajin characteristics. He did his best to ignore the whispers and stares.
"Hey," someone said sharply. The summons was obviously directed at Trunks. He turned his head and saw a group of Saiyajin his age approaching him. The leader, a man a little taller then him with short black hair, walked right up to them. "You're not from around here."
"Gee, I wonder what makes you say that," Trunks retorted. He didn't like the glint in the stranger's eyes. "You're pretty cocky for a freak," the man replied. "I challenge you to fight after the others finish. Unless you're too scared of course." His group snickered.
"Can't let that happen brat," Teppo interfered. "I'm fighting him."
"I'm the one who's making the decision," Trunks snapped, "and, I say I'm battling him first. Don't worry Teppo, I probably won't even sweat fighting such a weakling like him."
"My name is Kokoro, and you'll never forget it after I beat you," the challenger spat out venomously. Trunks gave a cruel grin. Just then one of the combatants was flung out of the ring and crashed into the seats. The man didn't move as his opponent came forward and dragged him away.
"Come on," Kokoro gave a cruel grin of his own. "We're next."
"Oi, Zeri," Jeiron whispered to the other man. "Didn't Trunks remind you of someone when he smiled?"
"Hn," Zeri nodded. "I wonder who his father is."
"Shut up over there," Teppo said loudly. "They're about to start!"
End of Chapter Four.
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 Four
"That was a pretty good sparring session," Bandeku rotated his sore muscles. "You should have stayed." Trunks had just woken from another troubled sleep and he wasn't in the best of moods. "What would I care," he retorted. "I could have taken all three of you easily."
"Who do you think you are? The Legendary Super Saiyajin?" the seasoned warrior replied sarcastically. "I don't have to be a Super Saiyajin to beat the hell out of you," Trunks growled. In a blink of an eye, Bandeku had yanked Trunks out of his futon and held him by the front of his shirt.
"Listen gaki," Bandeku whispered fiercely in the other's face. "I don't care that you were raised by humans, but you are among the Saiyajin now. You must start acting like one and less like a temperamental child."
"What would you know about my up-bringing?" Trunks swiped Bandeku's hands away. "I like human ways."
"So why did you leave your home planet?" Bandeku asked. Trunks turned around to stare at his sword propped against the wall.
[Should I tell him?] the lavender-haired man wondered. [He has helped me a lot, and he's right, I do have to act more like a Saiyan.]
Sighing slightly Trunks moved again to face Bandeku. "Sit," he ordered the taller man. Bandeku complied, sensing that Trunks would finally reveal something about his mysterious past. He spent a good amount of time listening to the warrior's tragic life. "I don't believe you," Bandeku said flatly. "You can't be the son of Prince Vegeta."
"It doesn't matter to me if you believe or not," Trunks gave a wicked grin.
"On second thought, I do see the resemblance now," Bandeku frowned. "But let me get this straight. An evil scientist named Dr. Gero created two cyborgs that eventually retaliated against their creator and reeked havoc on Chikyuusei. But most incredible of all is that they were able to kill Vegeta-ouji?"
"Hai," Trunks nodded slowly. "Their power came from machinery so they had no ki levels that could be traced. Dr. Gero was so ingenious that he endowed them with powerful abilities not even my father could stand."
"And how did you survive, Trunks-ouji?"
"Don't call me that!" Trunks said in an amused yet commanding voice. "I don't think many Saiyajin would accept me as their 'ruler' yet!"
"You have a point," Bandeku observed unsurely. He was still getting use to the idea that the rightful heir to the Saiyajin throne was this pale-haired, blue-eyed, tailless boy. "But at least in private, I WILL address you in your proper title."
"Whatever. To answer your earlier question," Trunks continued, seemingly not noticing the other man's discomfort, "I was able to mask my ki so the cyborgs couldn't find me. Anyway, Gohan was always there to protect me."
"A human could defend you from enemies not even Vegeta-ouji could kill!" Bandeku said shocked. "Gohan was a Semi-Saiyan too," Trunks explained. "His father was Son Go...I mean Kakkarot."
"So how did the cyborgs destroy every inhabitant of Chikyuusei? Where were you and this Gohan?" Bandeku inquired.
"If Vegeta couldn't defeat them, how could we?" Trunks answered bitterly. "We usually arrived too late, and they had moved on to another area to destroy."
"Did they kill Gohan too?" Bandeku raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," Trunks looked at the floor. It hurt to think of his old friend. "When I discovered my mother dead, it enraged me beyond what I have ever felt before, even more so then what I had felt for Gohan."
"So you finally managed to crush the cyborgs," Bandeku stared at him.
"Yes, but by then, my world was gone. Left with no choice, I took a space pod and departed from Chikyuusei. Then somehow I arrived at this planet, and you know the rest."
"Hmm, a grim life you have led," Bandeku closed his eyes. "But such is the life of a Saiyajin. Whatever that hasn't killed you can only make you stronger. Which reminds me, how strong did you get?"
"Powerful enough. Let's leave it at that," Trunks said quickly.
"Hai, Trunks-ouji," Bandeku responded.
"I know you don't want me to be the king," Trunks smirked, "so you can stop calling me that."
"You are correct, but I am honor bound to do so. It is my duty and choice," the older man answered stiffly.
"Whatever."
* * * *
(3 months later)
"Put this on," Bandeku said.
"Why?" Trunks inquired.
"Because you can't go to the settlement wearing human clothes," he explained. "This set of spare armor should do."
"Fine," Trunks muttered. He quickly changed to the Saiyajin clothing and regarded himself. It consisted of a black bodysuit with white armor on top. Almost like the one he wore when he was in the past with his friends.
"Now at least you look closer to a Saiyan," Bandeku commented. "Too bad about your pale colorings and being tailless."
"Let's just get this over with," Trunks snapped. Painful memories of a life he could have had put him in another foul mood.
"Hai, Trunks-ouji," Bandeku replied, equally as sour.
"And remember, don't call me that in public," Trunks reminded him. Nodding to show he understood, Bandeku inspected Trunks one more time before motioning to the door. "Follow me," Bandeku instructed. They left the house and flew towards the mountains. "Do you think I know enough of the Saiyajin culture to fit in?" Trunks asked in an attempt to start a conversation. He felt badly for being so grouchy with the older man. "You won't fit in because of your differences," Bandeku answered in his usual blunt manner. "But it would be easier if you told them who your father was."
"Life isn't easy," Trunks stated matter of factly.
"What a surprise, you actually listened to what I had to say," Bandeku smirked.
"I'll introduce you to some acquaintances I have. You remember Zeri and Teppo. There are a few others I want you to see as well. Stick with them for now, just so no other Saiyajin will pick fights."
"I'm not afraid of any Saiyajin," Trunks replied hotly.
"I know you are stronger then any of them, but I want to tell the leader of the settlement first. His name is Zanko, and he was a minor noble of King Vegita's court. Since he is...or was the highest ranking Saiyajin here, he naturally became leader."
"Will you tell him about my...er.... heritage?" Trunks raised an eyebrow.
"That decision is up to you," Bandeku said. The Semi-Saiyan took a minute to ponder on this. "I think not," Trunks finally answered. "At least not until we find out his response to me being here."
"Fine," Bandeku nodded. The duo lapsed into silence as they began passing over the huge mountains. Snow-capped peaks loomed ominously in front of them as they flew amazingly fast through the sky. Trunks used the time to contemplate his situation. Too soon for his liking he
spotted the colony. "We'll land at the outskirts," Bandeku spoke again.
"Hai," Trunks agreed. "But why? Everyone there must have already sensed us."
"Don't ask stupid questions," the older warrior snapped. They descended from the heavens and landed in a clearing.
"So you finally decided to bring him," a familiar voice spoke. "I knew you'd be here, Zeri," Bandeku said gruffly. "Who else did you drag along?"
"Me of course," Teppo responded. "As well as Jeiron and Shin."
"Everybody is here," the largest of them spoke amiably. "So who's the new guy?"
"This is Trunks," Bandeku introduced. "He is half Saiyan, half Human. He landed here a few months ago."
"Can't he speak for himself?" the big one asked.
"Of course I can," Trunks retorted in his slightly soft voice. "And you are?"
"I'm Jeiron," he replied as he pulled himself to his full height. Trunks noticed that the large man was also the tallest of the group.
"And this baka on my left is Shin."
"Nice to meet you," Trunks said dryly.
"Show him around," Bandeku suddenly interrupted. "I have to talk to Zanko."
"We should spar first," Teppo spoke eagerly.
"I want to see how powerful this Trunks is."
"Later Teppo," Bandeku shook his head. "Who knows what our glorious leader Zanko will do when he senses Trunks' ki. He might be stupid enough to challenge him."
"So you're saying Trunks is stronger," Shin finally said something. All he got for a response was a smirk and a grunt. Without another word Bandeku shot back into the sky.
"What now?" Zeri asked everyone. Currently they were all preoccupied at looking at Trunks in various degrees of curiosity.
"Fight," Teppo answered after a minute. "But Bandeku said we shouldn't," Trunks frowned in consternation. "Who gives a rat's ass what he says," Teppo responded. "Or do you always follow him like a dog?"
"Fine, we'll spar," Trunks folded his arms. "If you want to be beaten up so badly."
"That's the spirit!" Teppo smiled. "Let's go to the Arena."
"You are such an ass sometimes," Jeiron muttered to his comrade. "Stop complaining and come on!" Teppo laughed aloud. He levitated to the air and
proceeded to fly into the settlement. The others followed suit.
"How did you guys meet up?" Trunks asked Zeri who was currently flying closest to him. "We were the members of a squad," Zeri answered in his relatively calm voice. "Low-class soldiers are often grouped together and then sent off to conquer planets."
"You're lucky you were found by our commander," Jeiron put in. "Bandeku is almost equal in power level to Zanko. That's a good achievement for someone of his rank."
"Training with him must have been hard," Shin smiled.
"Not really," Trunks grinned. "I had previous training on Chikyuusei."
"What happened to that planet anyway?" Zeri asked. "I know Kakarotto was sent there, but you ran off before you answered me."
"Well...I..... uh."
"There it is!" Teppo shouted to his companions. They angled down for a landing, and Trunks was glad for the distraction.
What he saw was a structure similar to the one used for the Tenkachi-Budokai, albeit much simpler. Seats encircled a large rectangular platform. Several
groups were already there, and a fight was in progress. The squad and Trunks alighted just outside the ring. Trunks attracted immediate attention due to his un-Saiyajin characteristics. He did his best to ignore the whispers and stares.
"Hey," someone said sharply. The summons was obviously directed at Trunks. He turned his head and saw a group of Saiyajin his age approaching him. The leader, a man a little taller then him with short black hair, walked right up to them. "You're not from around here."
"Gee, I wonder what makes you say that," Trunks retorted. He didn't like the glint in the stranger's eyes. "You're pretty cocky for a freak," the man replied. "I challenge you to fight after the others finish. Unless you're too scared of course." His group snickered.
"Can't let that happen brat," Teppo interfered. "I'm fighting him."
"I'm the one who's making the decision," Trunks snapped, "and, I say I'm battling him first. Don't worry Teppo, I probably won't even sweat fighting such a weakling like him."
"My name is Kokoro, and you'll never forget it after I beat you," the challenger spat out venomously. Trunks gave a cruel grin. Just then one of the combatants was flung out of the ring and crashed into the seats. The man didn't move as his opponent came forward and dragged him away.
"Come on," Kokoro gave a cruel grin of his own. "We're next."
"Oi, Zeri," Jeiron whispered to the other man. "Didn't Trunks remind you of someone when he smiled?"
"Hn," Zeri nodded. "I wonder who his father is."
"Shut up over there," Teppo said loudly. "They're about to start!"
End of Chapter Four.