Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or any of its characters. Dragonball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama. I am making no money from writing this piece of fan fiction. I am writing this for entertainment purposes.
Author's Notes: I'm not totally sure when Trunks killed Cell in the Future timeline but some told me it was three years after he killed the androids so I'm going with it. If the years are off forgive my timeline ignorance. Thank you.
Also this will eventually become a Mirai Trunks/Mirai Juunanagou fic so if you do not like the idea of the two being together or refuse to have an open mind towards it you may want to leave this fic now. If you have nothing against yaoi or shounen ai and an open mind stay, read the fic, and let me know what you think.
Tomorrow Never Knows
By: Raidne
Chapter 1
A woman sat on her window sill watching as clouds floated by and rain fell like silver needles sewing the ground to the sky. She sat in her home unaffected by the wet and chill that hung in the air outside. A lukewarm cup of coffee was clasped in one hand nearly forgotten.
Today it would have been five years. A full five years since the last battle her son had to fight against the machines that had nearly destroyed their world. Five years of relative safety and peace. She savored every day like a sweet memory. Living the life she had since she first went out on her adventure to locate the seven magical dragon balls had taught her that peace was rare and precious. Whenever they had allowed themselves to relax something else had appeared to ruin the peace. The last threat that had hit had taken the peace, her friends, and her love. It had nearly taken her son more times then she knew or cared to think about. She had to swallow back a sob.
Vegeta, she thought sadly and despairingly. He was gone and she knew she would never get him back. She couldn't allow herself the hope of seeing him when her time finally came. She held no illusions about her mate. He had not been the kindest of people and never would have been. She knew she wasn't the best person ever either but she had never been on the same scale as him. People had always wondered how she could stand him. They would fight like cats and dogs but she knew in her heart of hearts that he loved her. Through every fight they had had she would see a certain light in his eyes. She would wonder if it was in hers. They loved each other. They hadn't needed to say it. He would always show her how he cared after every fight the best way he could. She allowed herself a wistful smile if not a little sad at the thought.
A crash upstairs brought her attention screaming back to the present. She had to get herself under control. She ran a hand over her eyes to check for any silent tears that may have snuck up on her. She was surprised to realize her eyes were dry for once. That rarely happened when she let her thoughts drift like that. She was thankful that her eyes weren't wet. Her son worried about her more then he needed to and she didn't want him worrying any more then he already did.
She smiled as said son came down the stairs to join her in the kitchen to have breakfast. He graced her with a small smile in return before sitting down to the mountain of food she had set out for him. She knew from habit he would eat quickly, which wasn't at all surprising, and would then excuse himself to go out to either one of the villages that had sprung up since it had once again become safe for people to gather in groups or would go out to train and let the rain be damned. He was so much like his father sometimes and then just not. His father had a similar attitude towards training but Trunks at least had some trace of common sense because he wouldn't train until he collapsed. At least not anymore. His father would never have bothered to help the villages that Trunks visited almost daily.
"Bye Kassan," Trunks said on his way out the door.
"Bye Trunks," Bulma called after him.
When he left Bulma went to her lab prepared to lose herself in whatever gadget or invention she could think of.
*****
Sitting on a boulder a boy looked out across the scorched landscape around him with a cynical eye. He sat with one leg stretched out in front of him and the other bent with his arm resting on his knee. He had lost track of how long he and his sister had been stuck in this wasteland. He just knew it had been to damn long.
"Juunana quit brooding," rang a female voice to his right, "it won't change anything."
"Yeah," he answered flatly, "I know." He didn't bother to turn to the girl while he spoke.
"At least that damn saiyan has left us alone," he heard the girl say.
He couldn't help the smirk that crossed his lips, "Nice choice of words." Now he turned to look at her.
The girl emitted a very unladylike snort as a reply. Neither of them had changed physically since arriving in this place and they knew if they had still been on earth they still wouldn't have changed at all. They had changed since arriving here but they weren't changes that could be seen with the eye. On the outside they still wore their nearly identical faces. The only real differences between their visages were their coloring. She was pale where he was dark. She had hair the color of sun-spun gold while his was the black of a raven's wing against the night sky. Their bodies would never wither away and show the signs of age that their eyes might some day show. They would always be ageless and young. Not that it mattered now anyway.
"Did you ever think we would end up here when everything was over?" the blonde asked quietly. Before they had come here he would never have heard that note in her voice. It was a sound of dismay mixed with hopelessness. Before this she had been almost as cocky and confident as he was but that had all been shot to hell. Literally.
"I never thought it would end," he answered back. He hadn't either. Neither of them had. They had destroyed so much just for the sack of their own entertainment. They would have continued to if Trunks hadn't just shown up one day a lot stronger then he had been the day before.
"I had always assumed we didn't have souls. That if we should have died somehow, no matter how impossible that was, it wouldn't matter. There would be no place for us to go," she said quietly.
He looked at her seriously. When they had been alive he had never given it a thought. It had never occurred to him that one day he and his sister would die and have to answer for their crimes. That ignorance had been shattered when he woke up to find himself in front of some big red demon. King Yemma had been less then pleased with his actions. He had relived everything every crime through the eyes of his victims. He had never asked his sister what it had been like for her but the haunted look in her eyes when he found her in this wasteland had been enough of an answer.
When they had first found themselves here one of the people they had killed had been all to thrilled to point out that it had been his son that had killed them. Vegeta was an ass. A damned ass at that. You had to appreciate the irony of the situation. They were in hell and so was one of their more enthusiastic foes. Granted the guy hadn't been alive long enough to make as much impact on the game as his son and the boy's teacher had but when they had fought him his attitude alone had made him the most memorable of the original group. While the others had been petrified on some level this guy had flown right up to them and demanded a fight. The only reason he had lasted as long as he had was because it was more fun then he realized to toy with his pride the way they had. Now they got to spend eternity together. Oh the joy.
Juunana still wasn't that sure what they had done so wrong to deserve being stuck around the saiyan prince for forever.
*****
Trunks sat on one of the few standing buildings that was left in this city. It had been hit by the androids years ago when he had still been a boy. He knew what today was. It had been another year to the day that the androids had been destroyed. Five years since he had succeeded in avenging his father and sensei. Every year on this day he would visit one of the cities that had been hit and left to never be rebuilt to remember.
He sat on the bricks that had held together throughout the destruction and let the cold wind cut through him. He sat with the rain streaming down, plastering his hair to his face and his shirt to his chest. He was oblivious to it all.
In the past couple of years he hadn't changed much on the outside. His mother had told him that his father had never shown his true age and she suspected it was something in saiyan DNA. Apparently he would probably still look like he was in his early twenties in thirty years. His hair was long again. It fell down his back in a lavender ponytail. He saw no point in cutting it. Since the androids had died there hadn't been anything to fight so he hardly worried about it getting in his eyes.
There also wasn't anyone to spar with. There was no one to test his strength against and he was getting bored. He continued to train but he hungered for a challenge. Trunks never mentioned it to his mother but he could tell that she had noticed him changing. The trip to the past had changed him more then he had originally thought. Considering he had died while he had been there it was probably to be expected. Not that he had or ever would tell his mother that.
He missed having a challenge but he had no desire to wish any more danger into the world. People were finally able to pull their lives together after hiding in numbing terror for most their lives. He had no desire to go back to the running and the hiding that his earlier years had revolved around.
Three years after the androids had been taken care of Cell had appeared. Without Juuhachi and Juunana around to absorb he wasn't hard to beat. Since then there hadn't been anything. Not that he was complaining.
To make a long story short Trunks was lonely for someone he could talk to and spar with. He couldn't really explain to his mother what was bothering him and he wasn't all that sure himself.
Trunks sat in the rain for a couple of hours more before heading home.
*****
Juunana and Juuhachi were flying over the tree that bore King Yemma's fruit and was guarded by Raz and Gaz. Two very ugly and stupid demons. Apparently they hadn't heard of the twin's reputation yet. Gaz, the blue one, actually took a swing at them with that club of his. Boy was he surprised when Juuhachi calmly caught it with one hand and succeeded in holding it totally immobile with very little effort. Juunana was about to slam his fist into the ugly thing's face when the red one came running. For some unknown reason they had been summoned to appear before Yemma's desk. They released Gaz and went on their way. Neither was looking forward to their destination. The last time they had appeared before Yemma hadn't left pleasant memories.
Raz showed them the shortcut that would take them to the checkpoint and put them in front of Yemma's desk. He had wanted to get rid of them as quickly as possible. On the way up all they could do was wonder what could warrant a meeting. They hadn't done anything lately to result in any kind of summons. Needless to say they were quite confused when they arrived at their destination.
Yemma was so deep in paperwork that he didn't even notice their arrival. The various little clerks though certainly did. The two androids had left an impact on these weaklings when they had first arrived. This time the two were there together and that just seemed to be doubly worse. Many clerks thought up excuses to take their breaks early at their arrival.
As Juunana began to get impatient for an explanation he cleared his throat to try and get the big red thing's attention. When that didn't work he tried a different approach.
"So is there any reason we were asked to come here or did you just miss our charming company?" he spoke up.
"Huh?" King Yemma looked up a little confused for a moment until he focused on them. "I thought I told those morons to have you here five minutes ago!" He had gone from mild confusion to anger very quickly.
The twins looked at each other and shrugged. It wasn't their problem. "Just can't find good help anymore," said Juuhachigou dryly.
"No you can't," grumbled Yemma. "Well I suppose I should explain to you what has happened."
"That would be nice," Juunana spoke up.
Yemma ignored him and went on, "Your physical bodies in the living world had special components built in to try and repair a certain extent of damage and they have apparently begun to reach that limit. Your bodies were so damaged it appeared that those components wouldn't be able to make a difference but they have. Since the bodies are now functional enough to house your spirits and we have decided that your souls are salvageable you will be released from hell to return to the living world today."
The brother and sister could do nothing but stare. Did he say what they thought he just said? Yeah he had. They were going to be alive again. They just stood in stunned silence. Whatever they had thought they would be told today this certainly wasn't it.
Yemma continued as if unaware of the shock, "I hope you realize how lucky you are. Since you didn't ask to become androids and do some of the things you did your souls have been judged as salvageable and will be given this second chance at life. If you had been judged as uncompromising in your ways then we wouldn't be giving you the extra energy you are going to need to fix your bodies enough to become mobile and your souls would be left to wander hell. Take advantage of this opportunity to fix some of the crap you screwed up when you were alive the first time unless you want to return to hell the next time around.
"So do you want this opportunity or not?"
Finally finding their voices Juunana and Juuhachi both shouted at the same time, "Yes!"
As a white glow of energy overtook them so did a dark blur that quickly latched onto them as they vanished from sight.
"That can't be good," muttered King Yemma.
*****
"Yo Vegeta! I heard those robotic mates of yours were getting out!" shouted the ever-annoying red alien.
"What are you talking about?" growled the annoyed saiyan prince as he fixed Jeiyce with a cold glare.
"The androids. Didn't you here? It's all anyone can talk about," Jeiyce continued.
"I've killed you before and if I can't kill you now I can make you wish you could die just to make the pain stop. Out with it!" demanded Vegeta. If there was something going on with the androids he wanted to know it.
"Why they're being let out, you know sent back to the living world," Jeiyce continued as if oblivious to the seething rage that had overtook the saiyan. Vegeta shot into the air so quickly that the sonic boom left behind knocked Jeiyce on his butt. "Nice to spread good news you know," he shouted after Vegeta.
Vegeta flew on not hearing Jeiyce's shout, which was probably in the red dandy's best interest. His mind was locked onto the fact that those bastards that had killed him were getting out. They were getting out and he was stuck here. His son would have no warning if they attacked. The woman was too weak to defend herself in case they just attacked and didn't care who they took out in the process, which was far more likely. He was not going to let them get out if he could help it while he sat around in hell for an eternity.
He only stopped once and that was to beat the shortcut out of Raz and Gaz. They were only to happy to give him the way in order see him go in the opposite direction of them. It wasn't long until he was at the checkpoint which also served as Yemma's office. When he arrived he could already tell he was too late. As some sort of energy that glowed white surrounded the androids he lunged for them and piggybacked on that power back to a world he thought he would never return to since the loss of the dragon balls.