All this wandering has led me to this place
Inside the well of my memory
Sweet rain of forgiveness
I'm just hanging here in space
-Sting
"YOU? YOU KILLED MOM? YOU HAD BETTER HAVE A DAMN GOOD EXPLANATION!"
"It was my fault." Vegeta looked away. There was some unseen guilt about him. Trunks lowered his voice.
"So, you didn't plant it directly?"
"No. But I strongly suspected her heart problems had something to do with what happened. It was probably done a few nights after I left, Bulma would have no recollection of it. Neither would you."
"If you suspected why didn't you check?" said Trunks, almost shouting.
"I did check and found my suspicions to be true."
"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU REMOVE IT?" Trunks bellowed. Energy flew out of his hand and broke a window.
"If I had she would have died a slow, painful natural death. If I let the device stay it would cause her a quick unnatural death and we would be able to wish her back. Pure and simple logic." Trunks understood. He would have done the same thing for Pan. Wait…
"Pan! Father, wouldn't they try something similar with Pan?" Adrenaline rushed to the surface. He had left and Pan was alone!
"Most likely." said Vegeta.
"HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM?"
"If you succeed and destroy the rest of them, whatever they try will lose its power, and within a matter of days work its way out of the body. That's if they succeed in placing something. Don't forget, Goku and Vegeta are there to protect her."
"So…" Trunks started, "You're going to wish back Mother?"
"That was my plan; however we no longer have the power of the Dragonballs, ever since the battle with Omega Shenron."
"Then, Mother really is gone this time." said Trunks sadly. Vegeta gazed down.
"Yes."
"Then the only thing I can do is make sure it doesn't happen to my family. Good-bye."
"Search on the south side of Mt. Kurama." Vegeta advised.
"Fine. See you then." Trunks waved and shut the door.
Freezing mountain air slapped Trunks' face. South side…there doesn't seem to be much. Trunks landed about halfway up the mountainside. There was nothing unusual or out of place. But that doesn't mean anything. Trunks reminded himself. He searched for energy signals but came up empty. If they are here the signals are probably masked. This is going to be harder than I thought. He tried again, this time searching deeper inside the mountain. There was nothing, other than the occasional animal. Then, there was a blip. It was very short, but it gave Trunks the heading he needed. Five miles to the left was where the burst had been the strongest. He looked for Saiyan power signatures again, this time concentrating on this site. Finally, progress. There were energy signals, extremely faint. Here arose another problem: how was he supposed to get inside a mountain with out blowing it apart? As if the mountain knew what he was thinking, it opened its floor. Mildly surprised, Trunks jumped down into the opening and landed in a narrow hallway. Before he could take two steps however, Trunks unexpectedly felt a sharp pain near the back of his head and his vision speckled into black.
When he came to, Trunks was in a familiar room, the same one he had seen in his dreams. He had not been chained, but the door had. He tried to remember what had last happened. He did not recollect anything after jumping through the opening in the mountain, at least, nothing clear. He made several attempts to break the chain on the door; all of them futile. He would have to wait for the door to open.
Trunks had no idea how long he had been here, or how long he had been asleep, but when a shadow crossed into his line of vision he looked up. It was a man with medium length black hair and eyes. It took Trunks a little bit to place him as Ch'rek. This was a younger Ch'rek, not as battle worn. Trunks bounded to his feet.
"I came to destroy you." Trunks growled. Ch'rek looked quite unconcerned.
"Indeed. You shall of course, have a chance if you wish. But don't count on a victory for yourself. Anyway, I just wanted to see our new, ah…visitor." As soon as Ch'rek turned, Trunks rushed forward and landed a blow on the back of Ch'rek's head.
"I came all this way to fight with you. You are not going to disregard me!" demanded Trunks. Ch'rek chuckled sardonically.
"How dare I, a lowly captain disregard the mighty Prince's son. I should know better." With one swift movement Ch'rek twisted around and swept Trunks' legs from underneath him. Ch'rek bent down.
"You're a fiesty little one. Be careful, we may have to get you some chains." Ch'rek said with the air of one warning a small child.
"Damn!" Trunks cursed as he failed yet again to break the chain on the door, which was the result of breaking the last pair of chains which was the consequence of training with a manacle which was because he attacked Ch'rek. And lost, painfully. Again. He had tried everything to remove the chains, but they simply would not budge! He sat back on the floor, giving up for the moment. His mind began to wander back home, to his family. After a long while it returned to the situation at hand. Questions filled his head. Questions like how on earth was he supposed to defeat this group? What in hell provoked these Saiyans enough to carry the grudge through the generations? And then the answer came. It did not matter. It did not matter one bit. What did matter, however, was the fact that these Saiyans wanted to kill him and that he needed to get back home. Still, how was he supposed to fight them? As he was now, it was a laughable prospect. Still, he'd try. Maybe there was a way. Perhaps he could outsmart them or something...Well, it couldn't hurt meditating for awhile. That was basically how Gohan had unlocked his secret powers for the fight with Majin Buu, right?
Trunks was still in a meditative state when he heard yelling and Saiyan curse words outside.
"NO WAY!I CAME ALL THIS WAY AND IT WILL NOT BE FOR NOTHING!" The voice sounded vaguely familiar to Trunks. The next voice he could make out was Ch'rek's.
"I'm so happy you came back. It is wonderful to see you again. Unfortunately, you should have stayed where you were." There was a moment of silence.
"Get your filthy hands off me p'kacht." The first voice was of steadily held anger this time. Ch'rek laughed.
"Is that an order?" The door opened and a person was thrown in.
"Father?" said Trunks incredulously
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