(A/N Hello, all. Kahn-vict here. I hope you all are liking my little
animorph/DBZ crossover. The Trunks in this story is the Chibi Trunks
everyone knows, but about 15 or 16. Hey, he can't be younger than everyone
else, now can he? Gotta have the attitude, though. Oh, yeah, just in case I
write it in, he learned Goku's Instant Transmission technique. Well, enjoy!
Oh, I just figured out fanfic.net doesn't add in my identions and spaces AT
ALL.just bare with me, people. And props to Nacho for her encouragment. :-)
Chapter 2
Trunks
"Get up, boy! We haven't been training but 12 hours!! You are far too weak to be MY son, you half breed weakling!"
Hi, my name is Trunks Briefs, and welcome to my wonderful life. At the moment, I was on the floor of the gravity room, struggling to get up. The room that was in was set for 400 times the Earth's gravity.
That's my father, yelling and cursing at me for collapsing. But, I guess I have to cut him some slack. He and I are 2 of the most powerful warriors in the world, maybe the galaxy. He's been more and more moody lately, since we haven't had the whole galaxy threatened or something like that in years.
Prince Vegeta (my dad) was born and raised as a Saiyan warrior (yes, he is an alien) on a planet that he was named after. He was forced for the first years of his life into a planet trade by a being named Frieza. And that, my friends, is indirectly the reason how I came to be.
To this day I wonder if I still have all the facts straight.
Anyway, the "planet trade" my father was involved in brought him to Earth, where he was defeated for the first time by another saiyan, named Goku. To make a long story short, father eventually made it back to Earth, and I was conceived, and my parents finally got married. Strange, I know. But hey, I live with this stuff every day. It kind of becomes common, you know?
"That is enough for today." My father suddenly dropped his ki, and floated to the gravity room floor. "Go wash up, boy. Bulma should have supper ready by now."
I felt the gravity that had been pressing against my body suddenly lift, and blood pumped through my veins normally once more. I easily hopped up from where I had been laying, dropped my ki as well, and walked calmly through the door.
Now, if you think that your family eats too much, I'm guessing that you've never eaten at the same table as two saiyans. My mother has 3 cook- bots working with her for every meal, and they still barely manage to make enough food to satisfy us. And manners? Manners fly out the window every time my father and I have food sat in front of us.
"More please," father demanded after consuming his 5th plate of spaghetti, bread, beans and rice. And no, each of those doesn't represent a plate. They are all on each plate. And somehow we both manage to eat without the bothers of such things as forks, spoons, or napkins.
After our nightly contest of who can devour the most food, my father walked out of the building and took off in the night without a word. (Oh yeah, did I mention we can fly? Yup. Its almost a normal thing around here.) I ran my hand through my lavender hair and sat back. My mother teased what bit of food she reserved for herself and looked at me.
"Trunks, honey, are you alright?"
"Well, other than the daily beating I get from father in the gravity room, I'm fine. Why?"
Bulma sat back and sighed. "I don't know. I just think sometimes you are bored with your life."
I stood, and stretched, having sat at the table for more than 30 minutes. "Mother, I am happy. I guess not Having any planets to save just wears at me. I mean, what's the training and all for if we aren't using it?"
"I see," mother replied. She suddenly got a mischieveous look on her face. "If you are so bored, you could come to my lab and see what I've been working on."
Now, as everyone knows, I inherited my fighting ability from my father, but what most people don't know is that I inherited my mothers intellect, as well. So, its only natural that my mothers offer piqued my interest. I almost never have time to visit my mother in her lab, except when it's a life and death situation. (i.e., Magin Buu, death androids, the occasional vengeful creature bent on my fathers destruction.you know, stuff like that.)
"Mother, what HAVE you been working on? Please, show me." Mother rose from her chair, and beckoned me to follow. We walked out of the building we lived in and into the Capsule Corporation complex. She started to walk to a trolley that would carry us to her lab, but I stopped walking and snorted.
"Mother, please. I am NOT getting on that thing, when I can get us there in 3 seconds."
"Fine. So, am I going to piggy back you or what?"
I smiled, and decided to use the new technique that Goku had recently taught me. "Just touch me, and wait." Mother walked over to me and put her hand on my shoulder, bearing a quizzical look on her face. I took my index and middle fingers, as I had been taught, and placed them on my forehead. Mother's face showed a surprised look. "What are you."
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the exact location that I desired, and willed my body into a mass of light capable of speed many times beyond light. I felt my body change.but I couldn't feel my mother. Oh well. It IS my first time to carry someone with me.
Suddenly, everything went crazy. This wasn't the warp I had been trained to do! Instead of watching things move by at super sonic speeds, I could feel my body expanding, contracting, and expanding again.
"AAAAAAAAAH!!!!" I screamed for what seemed forever, and suddenly everything stops. I opened my eyes and looked at my body. Am I dead? I wondered. No, this was not death. After checking to make sure I had all vital limbs and organs, I looked at my surroundings. The sky was blue, and for some reason I was hovering above a park.
Ok, this wasn't where I had wanted to go, but ok. I closed my eyes, and searched with my mind for my fathers ki. After trying for a few moments, I could sense nothing. I tried again, this time trying to sense Goku and Gohan's ki. Nothing. I couldn't even sense my lifelong friend Goten's ki.
I looked up, and saw I black, ax-shaped ship flying toward me.
(well, everyone, what do you think? Too slow, fast, what? Mad Props to everyone that reviewed. Wow, I actually have an audience now. WOO!! Go me! Now that I have motivation, I'll be submitting as often as humanly possible. Later, people, and once again, thanks.)
Kahn-vict
Chapter 2
Trunks
"Get up, boy! We haven't been training but 12 hours!! You are far too weak to be MY son, you half breed weakling!"
Hi, my name is Trunks Briefs, and welcome to my wonderful life. At the moment, I was on the floor of the gravity room, struggling to get up. The room that was in was set for 400 times the Earth's gravity.
That's my father, yelling and cursing at me for collapsing. But, I guess I have to cut him some slack. He and I are 2 of the most powerful warriors in the world, maybe the galaxy. He's been more and more moody lately, since we haven't had the whole galaxy threatened or something like that in years.
Prince Vegeta (my dad) was born and raised as a Saiyan warrior (yes, he is an alien) on a planet that he was named after. He was forced for the first years of his life into a planet trade by a being named Frieza. And that, my friends, is indirectly the reason how I came to be.
To this day I wonder if I still have all the facts straight.
Anyway, the "planet trade" my father was involved in brought him to Earth, where he was defeated for the first time by another saiyan, named Goku. To make a long story short, father eventually made it back to Earth, and I was conceived, and my parents finally got married. Strange, I know. But hey, I live with this stuff every day. It kind of becomes common, you know?
"That is enough for today." My father suddenly dropped his ki, and floated to the gravity room floor. "Go wash up, boy. Bulma should have supper ready by now."
I felt the gravity that had been pressing against my body suddenly lift, and blood pumped through my veins normally once more. I easily hopped up from where I had been laying, dropped my ki as well, and walked calmly through the door.
Now, if you think that your family eats too much, I'm guessing that you've never eaten at the same table as two saiyans. My mother has 3 cook- bots working with her for every meal, and they still barely manage to make enough food to satisfy us. And manners? Manners fly out the window every time my father and I have food sat in front of us.
"More please," father demanded after consuming his 5th plate of spaghetti, bread, beans and rice. And no, each of those doesn't represent a plate. They are all on each plate. And somehow we both manage to eat without the bothers of such things as forks, spoons, or napkins.
After our nightly contest of who can devour the most food, my father walked out of the building and took off in the night without a word. (Oh yeah, did I mention we can fly? Yup. Its almost a normal thing around here.) I ran my hand through my lavender hair and sat back. My mother teased what bit of food she reserved for herself and looked at me.
"Trunks, honey, are you alright?"
"Well, other than the daily beating I get from father in the gravity room, I'm fine. Why?"
Bulma sat back and sighed. "I don't know. I just think sometimes you are bored with your life."
I stood, and stretched, having sat at the table for more than 30 minutes. "Mother, I am happy. I guess not Having any planets to save just wears at me. I mean, what's the training and all for if we aren't using it?"
"I see," mother replied. She suddenly got a mischieveous look on her face. "If you are so bored, you could come to my lab and see what I've been working on."
Now, as everyone knows, I inherited my fighting ability from my father, but what most people don't know is that I inherited my mothers intellect, as well. So, its only natural that my mothers offer piqued my interest. I almost never have time to visit my mother in her lab, except when it's a life and death situation. (i.e., Magin Buu, death androids, the occasional vengeful creature bent on my fathers destruction.you know, stuff like that.)
"Mother, what HAVE you been working on? Please, show me." Mother rose from her chair, and beckoned me to follow. We walked out of the building we lived in and into the Capsule Corporation complex. She started to walk to a trolley that would carry us to her lab, but I stopped walking and snorted.
"Mother, please. I am NOT getting on that thing, when I can get us there in 3 seconds."
"Fine. So, am I going to piggy back you or what?"
I smiled, and decided to use the new technique that Goku had recently taught me. "Just touch me, and wait." Mother walked over to me and put her hand on my shoulder, bearing a quizzical look on her face. I took my index and middle fingers, as I had been taught, and placed them on my forehead. Mother's face showed a surprised look. "What are you."
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the exact location that I desired, and willed my body into a mass of light capable of speed many times beyond light. I felt my body change.but I couldn't feel my mother. Oh well. It IS my first time to carry someone with me.
Suddenly, everything went crazy. This wasn't the warp I had been trained to do! Instead of watching things move by at super sonic speeds, I could feel my body expanding, contracting, and expanding again.
"AAAAAAAAAH!!!!" I screamed for what seemed forever, and suddenly everything stops. I opened my eyes and looked at my body. Am I dead? I wondered. No, this was not death. After checking to make sure I had all vital limbs and organs, I looked at my surroundings. The sky was blue, and for some reason I was hovering above a park.
Ok, this wasn't where I had wanted to go, but ok. I closed my eyes, and searched with my mind for my fathers ki. After trying for a few moments, I could sense nothing. I tried again, this time trying to sense Goku and Gohan's ki. Nothing. I couldn't even sense my lifelong friend Goten's ki.
I looked up, and saw I black, ax-shaped ship flying toward me.
(well, everyone, what do you think? Too slow, fast, what? Mad Props to everyone that reviewed. Wow, I actually have an audience now. WOO!! Go me! Now that I have motivation, I'll be submitting as often as humanly possible. Later, people, and once again, thanks.)
Kahn-vict