FIN AN: Ok folks, sorry for the long delay but as you can tell by this chapter, I had a lot of thoughts going through my head in regards to this. Happy reading!
Six months have passed since the incident on Namek. Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, Chaozu, and Yajirobe trained on King Kai's planet, learning the sacred technique of Kaio Ken. Goku found Gohan's soul, but was unable to find a way to save him. Fortuneteller Baba brought the spirit of the Namekian elder Guru to Earth, where he gave the power of elder to Muri, the new chief of the Nameks. Using his Dragonballs and the Dragonballs of Earth, Goku, Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, Chaozu, Yajirobe, Raditz, and Vegeta were brought back to existence. Chi Chi, destroyed by the loss of her son, left Goku, leaving the Earth born Sayian to stew in his own depression. Raditz and Vegeta adjusted to life on Earth, Vegeta staying at Capsule Corp, while Raditz began to train with Piccolo. With their new Dragonballs, the Nameks found themselves a new home. Life seemed to finally be as close to 'normal' as it could get for the heroes of Earth.
"I … love you Yamcha." Whispered Bulma.
Yamcha threw off the covers and sat up on the edge of the bed. Bulma rolled to her side, sliding an open hand down his moistened back. Yamcha's body shivered involuntarily with her touch and he abruptly stood up. He grabbed his clothes, sitting back on the bed as he began to put them on, silently and in a hurry.
Bulma sat up and flicked the hair off of her face impatiently. "What's wrong?"
Yamcha took a short intake of breath, turning quickly to face Bulma. His mouth opened to talk but nothing but a sigh left his lips. He went back to putting his clothes on without a word.
Bulma got out of bed and angrily wrapped the sheets around herself. "Why are you doing this? Why are you acting like this now? Tell me…" She slid over next to him and rested her head against his back. " …What's wrong, lover?"
Yamcha hung his head and replied in a very soft and low voice. "We can't do this anymore."
Bulma walked around Yamcha and peered up into his hanging head. "What can't we do?"
Yamcha stood up suddenly, making Bulma jump back. He hurriedly took two steps to the door and stopped. His whole body stiffened, his posture perfect as he shook his head. "It's over." He continued out of the room, lightly closing the door behind him. Bulma's face twisted into a look of rage, but quickly dissolved into one of sadness as she fell back onto her bed.
Yamcha didn't even notice how much distance he had covered as he flew in sheer rage. What did I do? He shook off his anger, and for the first time since he left Bulma, he let out a little chuckle. I finally did it this time. Now I'll just have to keep to it. It's hard to admit it, but… it's just …it's just so unhealthy for me to be around her. All the insults…all the put-downs…He clenched his fists. And all the yelling. As long as she's known me, she's always called me unfaithful…He relaxed his fists as he went from anger to sadness. But I see how she's been looking at Vegeta. Never once did I cheat on her. Yamcha shook his head. Maybe I owe her an explanation, but I can't put this into words just yet. If she truly loves me, she'll just me give some time. His ki flared slightly as he roared off into the darkness, leaving nothing but a ki trail behind.
About nine months later, the phone rang in the Kame house.
Krillin stumbled over nearly everything in the Kame house in his best efforts to reach the phone before it stopped ringing. Remembering he could fly, he dove into the air, and was halfway to his goal when he noticed the phone had stopped ringing. Frozen in mid-air, Krillin turned to see the phone in Master Roshi's hand.
"Hello? … … … One moment please." Roshi handed the phone to the airborne Krillin.
"It's for you."
Krillin snatched the phone from Roshi, lowering himself to the ground in the process.
"Hello?"
"I'm a grandfather! I'm a grandfather! I'm a grandfather! I'm a gran…" A scuffle was heard over the phone, followed by a female's voice. "Gimme that, hunnie! Hello, Krillin!"
Krillin cocked an eyebrow. "What's this all about, Mrs. Briefs?"
"You have to gather everyone, quick! Bulma's having the baby!"
Krillin's eyes bulged out of his head. "Bulma's pregnant? Bulma's having a baby?"
Master Roshi stopped during a sip of his beer and proceeded to spray the contents of his mouth all over Krillin. "Bulma's pregnant? Bulma's having a baby?"
Mrs. Briefs laughed. "Why of course. She has been for the last 9 months! So hurry up and get everyone to my house." She said, abruptly hanging up the phone.
Krillin stood there stupefied, with the phone still at his ear. He turned slowly to Roshi and spoke in a calm and blank tone. "You should go to Capsule Corp."
"Why? Where are you going?" Roshi asked as he took another sip of his beer.
Krillin said, again in a blank tone. "I'm going to gather everyone. She's having the kid now." He was once again drenched in malt beverage.
"She's having a baby? Krillin have you been drinking? You smell like a brewery." Tien stepped back as he spoke.
Krillin shook his head and replied. "No. She's really having a baby. Can you telepathically contact everyone and let them know to be there?" Tien nodded, closing his eyes and forming a mental link with his friends.
Everyone. Bulma is having a child right now. Go to Capsule Corp. immediately. Tien's mental voice rang out inside all of the heads of Earth's heroes.
Yamcha touched down on the front lawn of Capsule Corp. He ran up to the front door, switching to a more casual pace as he entered. All of his friends were sitting in the front room, and as he stepped inside, all eyes turned to him. A thick air of tension filled the air as they waited to see Yamcha's reaction.
Yamcha smiled and waved to everyone. "Hey guys! What's going on? I heard Bulma's having the baby. Isn't this great?" The last sentence was filled with forced cheerfulness. Everyone was taken back by his words, and Krillin stood up and walked over to him.
"Hey buddy, you feelin' alright? What about you and Bulma?"
Yamcha shrugged, still smiling. "Well we broke up almost a year ago. I'm happy for her."
Krillin went back to his seat, unsure of what to say. Before Krillin could sit down, Mrs. Briefs blew through the door in the back, making everyone jump. "Bulma had a beautiful boy! Everyone say hello to Trunks!"
Everyone stumbled and fell over each other in best efforts to be the first in the room, but Raditz elbowed his way through the crowd. He saw Bulma lying on the bed with a small infant wrapped in a blanket and he got a glimpse of a tuft of lavender hair poking out of the child's head. His hair… it isn't black? What sort of Sayian…?
He hesitated a moment, but then his eyes met with Vegeta's. Raditz felt a cold shiver go down his spine as Vegeta's face turned to a scowl. He immediately dropped to one knee and stared at the floor. "…My prince…"
At that moment, everyone caught up, all of them trying to rush through the door. Krillin tripped over the bowing Raditz, followed by Oolong and Roshi. The ensuing dog pile of weight forced Raditz to the floor. Vegeta tilted his head back and rolled his eyes.
Two years had passed since the birth of Trunks. Goku was out in the forests of Mount Pao, foraging for food. Since the death of his son Gohan, Chi-Chi had abandoned him, returning to live with her father. He had spent the time since his life had been restored by the Dragonballs doing nothing more than simply eating and sleeping. His usual cheerful demeanor is all but gone, having been replaced by all out depression. A loud crash in the forest completely went unnoticed by him as he undressed, preparing to swim to find a fish to eat. Suddenly, he felt a vice-like grip close on his throat. His vision became blurry and he became powerless to resist the chokehold as his life force was drained away with each passing moment.
Yamcha and Vegeta had just finished their daily arguing session over lunch at Capsule Corp. They were about to both storm away from the table when they felt a massive ki dropping faster than it should. They both immediately recognized it as Goku's. With nothing more than exchanged glances of understanding, they made their way out the door and shot off into the sky in the direction of the weakened Sayian. Not a word was spoken the whole trip.
It took mere seconds to arrive at the location of the disturbance in Goku's ki, and they arrived to a peculiar sight. Amongst the trees and wildlife of Mt. Pao, a strange looking being that reminded Yamcha of a large, fat Chaozu was holding Goku by his throat. Yamcha was frozen in place as he felt Goku's ki reach the end of its reserve. Vegeta stepped forward and let out a shout.
"Kakarot!"
A dry voice sounded out from the trees. "19, that's enough. He's finished. Let go of him"
The forest went silent and moved in slow motion as Yamcha and Vegeta watched Goku's body succumb to gravity as if he were no more than a lifeless doll. As his body hit the floor all that could be heard was the thud of meat hitting earth, followed by the Sayian's final breath.
Yamcha's legs turned to jelly as he watched 19 kick the lifeless body. "Goku!"
A figure walked out of the woods and stood up next to 19, facing Vegeta and Yamcha. "All this time collecting data, and it turned out to be one big waste. This cannot be the same Goku that defeated the entire Red Ribbon Army. From the figures the computer generated, he should have at least lasted 2.8 more seconds. Pathetic." The figure began to walk towards the two fighters. "My name is Doctor Gero, formerly of the Red Ribbon Army." Yamcha's eyes went wide. "Yamcha and Vegeta, I presume. Hmph…well now that Goku is dead, there remains no threat to us on this planet."
Dr. Gero turned his back to them, preparing to depart. Yamcha finally found his senses, rushing forward with his hands tensed into the claw position of his favored attack. "You bastard!"
The doctor turned back around, a look of mild amusement on his face. "You? Do you have any clue how powerful I am compared to you? My calculations have you maxed out at 300,000." Gero's eyes narrowed. "You can't even scratch me."
Yamcha's eyes flashed with ki as he pulled back his claws. Gero smirked. "Ah, the Roga-FuFu Ken. A decent technique at best, but do you really think it will do anything to me?"
As Yamcha swung his hands, Gero's head moved ever so slightly. Yamcha growled in frustration as he continued his assault. It's like he knows my every move! Gero frowned slightly, growing bored with the fight. "You are nothing more than a file in my databanks, boy. What do you think you can do?" The android's hand swung up, catching Yamcha in the side of the head, knocking him backwards a few steps.
Yamcha focused himself, remembering what King Kai had taught him. Center all of my energy into one spot… picture myself at my best… in both body and soul…His power suddenly surged, and a hoarse cry of "Kaio Ken!" forced itself out of his lungs. He could feel his energy doubling, and his aura flashed into a crimson red as he pulled back for another attack.
Dr. Gero grinned. "Interesting. So you can teach an old dog new tricks. Tell you what. Try your foolish technique on me again."
Yamcha shook his head, amazed at his opponent's arrogance. But strange, I don't feel any energy from him at all… The thought was lost as he dashed forward again, his new energy sparking in the air around him. Gero's eyebrow raised slightly, but he stood his ground as Yamcha began to attack with renewed speed. The android doctor stopped trying to dodge, and started taking the hits head on. Bits of clothing began flying off where Yamcha's claws hit, but no real damage was done. A panic rose up in the former bandit, and the hits started coming out faster.
Realizing he was getting nowhere, Yamcha pulled back, channeling his energy into his open palm. "Lets see you handle my ultimate technique! An enhanced Sokidan!" A ball of ki materialized in his palm, and began spinning at an incredible rate. His aura expanded further as he focused all of his energies into his last ditch attack. "Eat this!" The Sokidan raced forward, and with Yamcha's command, curved up quickly, knocking off Gero's hat.
The android's brow furrowed at his opponent's display of cockiness. "So, you think this is a game, do you?" As the ki bullet spun around to hit him again, he stuck out his hand, absorbing the ball before it could strike. Yamcha's eyes grew wide with fear and he froze up where he stood. Gero grinned, and with a movement Yamcha couldn't track, the android elbowed him in his head, sending him hurtling backwards. Before he could even hit the ground, Gero appeared on the other side of him, neatly catching him in one hand.
Vegeta sighed as he watched Yamcha's defeat. The weak fool. No wonder the woman left him… Gero's voice rang out, pulling him out of his thoughts.
"19! Finish off that remaining Sayian and let's be done with it!"
19 disappeared from Vegeta's peripheral vision, and in a moment of instinct, they Sayian spun around. The absence of conscious thought gave him an extra moment, and he pulled up his arms to attack. Before he could do anything, however, the large android wrapped his arms around him in a bear hug.
Vegeta smirked as he pulled back his still free arms. "You fool! You left me my hands! That is a mistake you will pay for!" He swung both of his hands forward in a massive clap, either hand smashing into one of the robot's temples. There was a slight give in the metal plating, but the fat android's grip redoubled.
The Sayian prince barely bit back a scream as he pulled back again, throwing out another clap as he continued to pound 19's head in a clash of pure brute strength. Just as Vegeta's spine began to give, the android's head began cracking down the middle, eventually collapsing in on itself. Vegeta felt the grip on him loosen as the robot began to shut down. He twisted out of the arms, his eyes locking with Gero's as he extended his arm, stretching his palm out inches from 19's destroyed head. Not breaking the eye lock with 20, he unleashed a massive blast of energy that enveloped the larger robot.
"Bulma has made better machines than this. And this toy was supposed to destroy me?"
20's eyes went wide, and he pulled Yamcha in-between himself and Vegeta. "Now now, Vegeta, you wouldn't want to kill your comrade, would you?"
Vegeta pulled back both his hands, energy forming in either palm. His face twisted into an evil smirk. "Want to? I plan on it!"
Gero pulled back in surprise. He's bluffing… he has to be bluffing!
"Final…. Flash!"
He's not bluffing…
Yamcha's eyes shot open as he twisted his body to the side, grabbing Gero's arms and using ki to propel himself to the side. With the element of surprise, he managed to pull both of the android's arms out of the way, leaving him wide open for the blast. The energy engulfed him, tearing him from Yamcha's grip. The former bandit turned his head, watching the beam go, when he felt something still in his hand. He still had one of Gero's arms, ripped off from the attack. He chuckled slightly, throwing it to the ground.
With a serious expression he turned to Vegeta. "Gee, thanks Vegeta. Good to know I can count on you."
Vegeta scoffed as he turned away. "It was your own damn fault for getting trapped. I have no time to hinder my own abilities to save weaklings." With that he stalked off to examine Goku's body.
Yamcha shook his head. Yea, but without this weakling, Gero would have absorbed your attack… He let out a sigh. I shoulda said that to him… He thought before following after him.
"He's really dead…" Tien hung his head as he looked at Goku's fallen body. The rest of the Z fighters had picked up on the resonations from the battle and had honed in on it.
"What monster did this to my brother, Lord Vegeta?" Vegeta didn't answer. He wasn't entirely sure himself.
Krillin sat further off from the rest, not daring to look at his best friend's body. "Can't we wish him back with the Dragonballs?"
Yamcha shook his head. "Krillin, you know as well as I do that you can't revive someone twice with the Dragonballs. We would need to find the new home of the Nameks and ask them."
Piccolo's antennae sprung up. "Well, why don't we have the Dragon take us there?"
Raditz's face broke into a grin. "That's a great idea! Then we can bring back Kakarot!"
Yamcha smiled. "Awesome, then it's settled. We'll go get the Dragonballs. Let's go to Capsule Corp and see if Bulma has a radar we can use!"
Everyone flew off, with the exception of Krillin. He simply hovered over Goku's body, tears forming in his eyes. "We'll bring you back, buddy… I promise…"
Yamcha came back down, putting his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Don't worry, Krillin. We'll do it."
Krillin nodded. "Yea, I know…"
As they flew off, Yamcha sighed. "I keep saying this stuff would be easier if we had some sort of teleportation technique…"
"What, you mean like some sort of instant transmission? You know that's impossible… you knucklehead."
"Okay, I could only scrounge two dragon radars. If you give me a few hours, I could probably make another." The Z Senshi had gathered on the front lawn of Capsule Corp as they prepared to begin the search for Dragonballs. Bulma held out the two scouters she had found.
Krillin took one of them and shook his head. "Nah, if we split into two, we should be fine. We'll be back well before a few hours go by." He lifted up into the air, followed by Raditz and Piccolo. "We'll go east. You guys take the other radar and start heading west."
Tien nodded, taking the other radar. "Okay, guys, the first ball is…"
Vegeta's voice kicked in. "I don't want to look for any blasted balls of any damn dragon! Why do I have to go?"
Bulma gave him a dirty look as she cradled the infant Trunks in her arms. "You better go, or it might take me weeks to fix the damage you did to the gravity chamber!"
Vegeta hung his head. "Fine. But why do I get stuck with the weaklings?"
Yamcha's temper flared up as he pointed an accusing finger at Vegeta. "Why do I have to go with you? You tried to kill me!"
"Well, you were slowing me down!"
Bulma stepped in between the two of them, fitting the two fighters with a glare that could melt steel. They both turned away, grumbling softly to themselves as they lifted off into the air. Tien watched on with a disturbed fascination. "Unbelievable…" He muttered to himself as he prepared to follow his allies.
"Wait up!" Bulma got into the cockpit of the fastest Capsule plane on the market with Trunks. "I'm coming along to make sure those two don't kill each other!"
Tien shook his head as he left with his charges. I know I was an assassin at one point in my life… but what did I do to deserve this?
Dr. Gero sighed as he looked at the stasis machines in his lab. That blast was powerful… a lot more powerful than I calculated… Vegeta must have been training quite a lot during these past three years…
A large hibernation capsule with the number "16" etched in front of it caught his attention. "Well, no need for you." He said, talking to the machine. "Goku has been destroyed. You no longer serve a function." He pressed several buttons on a control panel, and the lights on the side of the capsule faded out. Maybe I'll work on him if I have free time later… Now, I must deal with those damn pests, Yamcha and Vegeta. And I must rid this world of Piccolo, otherwise they may still use the Dragonballs to their advantage. When they came back from Namek, their powers were incredible. But my nanomachines took their data, and I managed to create even stronger beings! And one day…He looked down at a pile of unorganized papers. The top page had only one word on it, and the word was 'Cell'. He shook his head. But that project won't be done for years. With all the data I collected three years ago, he shall be the ultimate warrior. I only wish I would be around to see it.
He lifted up his head and shuttered. Androids 17 and 18… It seems I have no choice but to use them. Vegeta will surely destroy me otherwise… But I must wonder… If only there was some other option… His hand went up to a button on a console, but hesitated. What if they are still malfunctioning…? I can't deal with them and Vegeta at the same time… Maybe I will get lucky and they will destroy each other…He shook his head, coming to a decision. I don't have time for this debate. Let time prove my merit…
With a few button presses, the two capsule doors slid open, and two slim figures emerged, one boy and one girl. "Good morning, Dr. Gero…" The cybernetic doctor let out a sigh of relief. It seems they are functioning well.
The girl, Android 18, gave her brother a quick signal with her eyes. 17 gave a barely perceptible nod, and with a quick movement, brought his arm through Dr. Gero's head unit. A mix of human goo and mechanical oil spewed out as the spiteful doctor fell to the ground, his functions instantly coming to a halt.
The two cybernetic siblings look at each other, small smiles forming on their faces. "And that's the end of the good doctor. Now we are free to do whatever we want. What should we do first?"
18 took a few minutes to think, and then shook her head. "First things first, let's get rid of those warriors we were programmed to kill. Then we will be free of our programming as well. Then no one will be able to interrupt our fun."
17 nodded. "Sounds like a plan." He turned to the capsule marked '16'. "Hey, it's one of Gero's older models. Should we set him free?"
18 put her hand to the control panel, pressing a few buttons. There was an unfriendly beep. She shook her head sadly. "He has been deactivated… permanently."
17 shrugged. "Oh well. We tried. Let's go start some trouble. If those human fighters feel the death of a city, they'll come running."
The two siblings nodded in agreement, using a small amount of ki to blow a new skylight in the ceiling of Dr. Gero's laboratory, for the first time flying as free as they pleased.
Yamcha shook himself off as he pulled himself up onto the pier, wearing nothing more than a wet pair of boxers and a t-shirt. His body was dripping wet, but in his hands was the prize. The three star Dragonball. He gave Vegeta and Tien a glare as he began putting on his dry gi. "I still don't see why I had to go in after it."
Vegeta glared at him. "Because you are the weakest! You can make yourself a little more useful!"
Yamcha growled, throwing Tien the Dragonball as he got in Vegeta's face. "Oh yeah? Well, maybe you just don't know how to swim!"
Vegeta's eyes flared up as he shoved his palm into Yamcha's chest, knocking him back a few steps. "Anything you can do, I can do a thousand times better, you feeble halfwit!"
Bulma jumped in between them as she gave Vegeta a dirty look. Yamcha gave Vegeta the middle finger from over Bulma's shoulder. Vegeta's eyes went wide.
"Did you see that? He just used an insulting gesture! Let me annihilate him!" The Sayian Prince was almost ready to forgo his gravity training for a few weeks for just one shot at Yamcha when Tien's voice broke out in horror.
"Guys! Shut up for a minute! Do you feel that?"
Vegeta and Yamcha tuned their ki senses, feeling out into the immediate area. There wasn't a single disturbance. Yamcha gave his friend a puzzled look.
"Um, feel what?"
Tien's eyes narrowed. "Exactly. There was a whole city full of ki, but it all just suddenly died out. You idiots were too busy bickering to notice!" He turned to Vegeta. "Are you sure you guys eliminated the things that killed Goku?"
"Of course I am! I blasted the thing myself!" Vegeta flew up into the air. "Which way was the disturbance?"
Tien threw Yamcha back the Dragonball and took to the sky. "Follow me, you guys!"
As Tien and Vegeta took off to the east, Yamcha turned to Bulma. "You have your baby. You best head back to Capsule Corp."
Bulma shook her head as she boarded her capsule plane. "Are you kidding me? I want to see what's happening! We'll be fine!" Yamcha sighed as he pushed himself up with his ki, preparing for whatever lie ahead.
Tien stopped so suddenly that Vegeta almost barreled into him. They both looked down and saw where South Metro had once stood. There was nothing left but several buildings, toppled and wrecked from severe ki blasts. There were two teenagers in the air above the wreckage, arguing with Piccolo. Raditz and Krillin were off to the side, watching with sweat forming on their brows.
"Why did you kill these people?" Piccolo growled. Kami had felt the death of the people, and so in turn did Piccolo. The Namekian had not been happy about suddenly feeling a deep pain in his gut.
17 shrugged. "It was simple. We figured if we killed a few people, we would draw your attention to us. We want to have some fun."
"A few people? You killed a whole city!" Krillin yelled. His natural ki ability was much higher than everyone else's, and he had felt their deaths the worst. He could still feel the sudden extinction of thousands, and he used that as fuel for his bravery.
17 cracked his knuckles, looking forward to a fight. "Now that you're here, we can play a game or two. I've been so bored with these weak humans. There's no challenge at all."
Piccolo growled, dropping into a defensive stance. I don't feel any energy coming from them at all… Most things have at least a small energy, but these two have absolutely nothing in them… How strong are they?…
17 threw up his hands, shooting out a small blast of energy. Piccolo barely managed to throw himself to the side in time. The blast smashed into a far off mountain, and the explosion reduced it to nothing but rubble. Before the Namek could even move, the android's forearm smashed into his head, which erupted into a spray of purple blood. Piccolo smashed into the floor, no longer moving. 17 grinned, shooting another small blast down, incinerating what was left of the Namekian warrior.
"Noooooooo! Piccolo!" Raditz's cry of anguish rocked several of the destroyed buildings. Now Piccolo is gone… and so are the Dragonballs… Kakarot is gone for good…This, this boy is no better than Frieza! His anguish began to overpower him, and he felt his senses slipping.
Up in the sky, Yamcha looked into his hands, watching as the Dragonball he held turned to nothing more than stone. Almost as if he was watching a movie, the stone fell from his hands, shattering as it hit the earth. He could feel his hope slipping out of his hands, just like the stone. Suddenly, his ki sense went wild. He looked back towards the battlefield. Raditz's ki was spiking incredibly high. This… it's unreal!
The Sayian's aura began to glow with a golden tint, and his hair began to charge with energy. Right before his power overwhelmed him, he let out a hoarse cry, discharging all of the power. His eyes went teal, and his hair sparkled gold. An energy blast formed in his hand as he dashed at 17 without ceremony. Krillin shook his head in disbelief. "Oh man… we're doomed! Raditz is a Super Sayian!"
17 smirked, disappearing right before Raditz could get him. The Super Sayian searched around wildly, the unused ki fizzling out in his hands. The android appeared from above, driving his foot into Raditz's shoulder. The force sent him spiraling into a building, sending up debris and dust. 17 turned to Krillin with a wicked grin, but before he could attack, the building exploded, sending chunks of concrete in every direction. A large piece barreled into 18, shattering as it hit her. The female android didn't even flinch.
Raditz flew up into the air, his features twisted into a visage of pure rage. He threw out several punches, but 17 moved far too quickly for any to connect. He countered with a kick to the Sayian's ribs. There was a harsh cracking sound, but Raditz didn't let it show. He swung his left hand with all his might, the punch smashing directly into 17's face. There was a silent moment, Super Sayian and android locked together, like a work of art.
Finally the silence was broken by 17 hysterical laughing. "That's it? All of that rage, and this is all you can accomplish?" He swatted Raditz's hand away with no effort as he turned to 18. "It seems we aren't going to have any fun after all. They are just as boring as the ants who lived in this city!"
18 flicked her blonde hair off of her face. "Well, either way, you're taking too long. Kill the gold one and let me take a crack at one of them!"
17 nodded, turning back to Raditz. The cold fear in his heart set in, and his golden hair faded. He was powerless to do anything as 17 threw his arm out, ripping right through his chest. The Sayian coughed once or twice, crimson blood trickling from his mouth. The android pulled out his arm and sighed. "I got blood on my sleeve. You creatures are so messy." He absentmindedly swatted Raditz with a backhand, sending him crashing into the ground.
Raditz tried to pull himself up, but his life was fading fast. He dropped back down, the breath getting knocked out of him as he lost his last spark of life.
18 stretched out her arms. "Finally! I was getting sick of waiting."
Before she could move, Tien flew overhead. He formed a small diamond with his hands as he concentrated his power. His aura deepened into the dark red tones of Kaio Ken, and his muscles bulged out, veins pushed out from the effort. "Kaio Ken… Kikoho!"
A huge blast of psychic energy smashed into 17, sending him down and into the ground. Rocks flew up as the android was forcibly crushed into the ground. Riding off an adrenaline high, Tien kept shooting out blast, reaching deeper and deeper into his reserves as he slammed 17 further and further into the ground. There was a huge hole now, and 17 found himself unable to get out. Sweat was forming on Tien's head, however, and the blasts started coming out slower.
I… I can't keep this up. Even one Kikoho during Kaio Ken is too dangerous… I've gone too far… He froze up, staring down with unblinking eyes through the opening between his hands.
Vegeta growled as he watched on. "You fool! You have him! Finish him off!"
Yamcha shook his head. "He drained himself. One more shot and he'll die."
Vegeta clenched his fists as he watched 17 rise out of his hole. "He'll die if he stops anyhow!"
Faster than their eyes could keep up with, 17 streaked upward towards Tien. The three eyed warrior realized he was screwed. I'm sorry Launch… it looks like I won't be walking away from this…
With a small smile, he summoned up all his remaining power. Right as 17 reached him, he released the blast at point blank range. The blast was several times larger than the others had been, completely engulfing 17 in a searing yellow hell. The android felt most of his clothing disintegrate, and for the first time since he had been activated, he experienced pain. Tien and 17's unmoving bodies both fell to the ground. There was a quiet moment as the onlookers waited to see if either would get up.
After several tension stained moments, 17 finally pulled himself up into a sitting position. 18 breathed a small sigh of relief, and then turned toward Tien's unconscious body in rage. From her position in the air, she simply stopped flying, letting her body freefall with one knee held out. There was a sickening crunch as her knee landed squarely on Tien's neck, completely severing his head. Yamcha winced, turning his eyes away from that horrific sight. He turned right back, however, as he heard a deafening scream.
"You monster!" Krillin's foot smashed into the side of 18's head, sending her careening away from the fallen human's body. The monk's breathing was ragged and heavy, and there were tears in his eyes. His aura flare was tremendous, much larger than normal. He clenched his fists, crouching down as he gathered his energy.
"Kaio Ken… times three!" There was an explosion of power as his aura expanded even further, flaring out as a giant red plume of anger. Even Vegeta's expression changed slightly at his increase of power. Yamcha's mouth hung open in surprise. Krillin is as strong as Vegeta now…
18 gave him a strange look, as if she were more amused than frightened by his display of power. She tilted her head to the side slightly, giving Krillin a playful smirk. "It's a shame I have to kill you. You're kinda cute."
Krillin's rage halted as he recoiled in surprise. Before he could recover, 18's knee came into his stomach, sending him flying backwards. He recovered in midair, landing on his hand and springing up to safety. He threw up his hand, forming his signature attack.
18 shook her head in boredom. "Is that the best you have? The Kienzan?"
Krillin growled, launching the disk with all of his strength. 18 stood, unmoving, until the final second. She quickly jerked her head to the side, the attack whizzing right past her and causing no damage. She quickly rushed in, countering with a lunging backhand that sent Krillin to the ground several meters away.
"Have none of you come up with any new techniques? How incredibly dull." She turned skyward, looking at Vegeta and Yamcha. "Are you two going to take your shots, or are you just gonna give up?"
Vegeta began to unfold his arms, but stopped suddenly as Krillin's voice rang out from behind 18.
"You want a new technique? I guarantee you don't have this one in your data banks!" His hands were stretched up towards the sky, and there was a look of extreme concentration on his face. 18 put her hands to her hips, waiting only out of curiosity.
"You have an new move? It better be something good. So far, you guys have been real disappointments."
Krillin forced a smile onto his face. "Oh, don't worry, I think this one will surprise you."
18 leaned against a destroyed building, a smug smile on her face. "I somehow doubt you have anything that would surprise me, little man. I don't even see any energy."
Several minutes passed as Krillin attempted to gather energy from every living being on Earth. Genki Dama… The greatest of King Kai's techniques, which he only shared with him. He could still hear King Kai's voice as he explained it to him.
"The Genki Dama draws its strength from everything on a planet. But it takes an incredible amount of skill with ki. None of the others have enough talent, so I will teach it to you, but only use it once, and only then as a last-ditch effort."
Krillin grinned to himself. I think this counts as last-ditch. I don't think Yamcha or Vegeta would even stand a chance… I just need a few more minutes…
Suddenly 18 drew herself up and frowned. "You've had enough time. I've lost interest."
Krillin's eyes went wide as 18 came flying at him. She thrusted her hand upward into his stomach, sending him flying up through the air. He felt the last of his hope disappear as he focus shattered, the gathered energy scattering back throughout the planet.
Yamcha stuck his hands out, catching Krillin as he flew by. The small monk sighed deeply, trying to cling to life. I can feel my insides bleeding… I'm loosing my strength…
He looked up at Yamcha and sighed. Yamcha shook his friend slightly as tears formed in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Krillin… I couldn't do anything… I can't even move…"
Krillin coughed as he tried to speak. Vegeta shook his head and chuckled. "Pathetic. The small one fought valiantly, and you couldn't so much as help him."
Yamcha's eyes flashed with anger. He spun on Vegeta, current dangers cast aside. "What about you! You just watched everyone die too!"
Vegeta's expression didn't change. With a smug smirk he waved a hand. "I was just letting them fight with honor. If you're too scared, I'll take my turn now."
Yamcha couldn't even form words as the red rage boiled in his heart. Vegeta shook his head. "See, that's why your mate left you and had my child. Pathetic."
Before Yamcha could begin screaming, Krillin struggled to lift up his head. "Yamcha… you know how Goku and Raditz's ki signatures feel different?"
Yamcha pulled himself away from Vegeta and nodded. What's he getting at? Is he losing it?…
Krillin went on. " That's because their kis are Sayian ki. That's why they feel different." Krillin's eyes narrowed. "I was too nervous to bring it up, but have you felt baby Trunks' ki?"
Yamcha stared at his friend, unable to answer. Krillin nodded. "You probably just didn't notice. Trunks' ki is one hundred percent human." The small human coughed once or twice, his strength severely drained just from talking. His eyes closed, and his head fell back against Yamcha's cradling arms. Between his friend's death and this news, he couldn't find his voice. He and Vegeta simply floated in the air silently as they both contemplated what they were just told.
On the ground, 18 had gone over to her brother, helping him back to his feet. He shook his head as he looked down at his body. "I can't believe that three eyed one hurt me… These stupid humans have more power than they show. We can't leave them alive."
The two androids looked up at Yamcha and Vegeta and narrowed their eyes. "Looks like those two are the only ones left."
My child… he was to be the new prince of the Sayian race… He is nothing more than a mere human? He could feel his anger and despair rising up in his throat. Yamcha shuttered slightly, afraid of who would kill him first, Vegeta or the androids.
The human looked into Vegeta's eyes, and he felt a new kind of fear. He slowly lowered himself to the ground, gently placing Krillin down on a small patch of grass. Before he could move, Vegeta appeared in front of him. Instead of the rage Yamcha had expected to hear, Vegeta's voice was soft and calm.
"We can't win against these machines."
At this point, Bulma had landed her plane, stepping out and holding Trunks tight against her chest. "What's happening? Can you beat them?"
"Quiet woman! This isn't the time!" Vegeta didn't even bother looking over at her as he yelled. Normally, Bulma would have snapped something back, but something in his voice kept her from talking. Vegeta turned to face the Androids.
"You. Human. Take your wretched child and train him. I'm making it your responsibility to take care of my woman. Rid yourself of your cowardice and act honorably. Take them and go."
Yamcha was stunned for a moment, but then realized what Vegeta had done. How hard it must have been for the great prince to say such things. He nodded slightly, and ran back towards Bulma.
"We have to go. Now!" Yamcha cried, grabbing one of her arms. She gave him a cross look, ripping herself free.
"Take Trunks and go. I'm not leaving Vegeta here to die!"
And now I go. The last surviving Sayian… and I find I have no heir… these past two years have been a lie. Time wasted on a human. The back of his neck began to tingle, and he felt a familiar ki rise up. The ki of a Super Sayian.
I see. At least the prince of the Sayians gets to go out with a bang. His hair crackled with the raw energy of a Super Sayian, and he was surprised to find that he had kept his sanity, unlike the others before him. Well, I suppose it makes sense. Unlike the others, I could control my Oozaru form as well. He pointed a finger at the two androids in front of him.
"You two! Feel free to fight me, if you dare!"
Bulma tried to run past Yamcha in a desperate attempt to get to her lover. But Yamcha felt the sudden spike in Vegeta's ki. His eyes went wide as he rushed forward, scooping Bulma into his free arm. With Trunks in one arm and his ex-girlfriend in the other, he made a desperate attempt to get as far away from Vegeta as he possibly could.
17 and 18 both dashed at Vegeta, whose power was rising faster and faster. He felt his body begin to break down, and he knew he had only one chance to save his woman.
With an ear shattering scream, Vegeta pushed his power beyond his means, and he could feel his senses overloading. 17 reached him first, slamming a fist into Vegeta's face. But the Sayian prince didn't even feel it as his energy began to expand outwards. Like some sort of bomb, the energy began rapidly growing, incinerating everything in it's path. 17 and 18 were lost in the explosion, and it took all Yamcha had to keep ahead of the growing sphere of destruction that centered around Vegeta. Bulma had long since finished yelling, having lost consciousness several moments after the explosion began. Yamcha flew on with a deadly determination to be as far away from the androids as he could when they recovered.
Twelve years had passed. Yamcha's face was now more heavily scarred, having his fair share of run-ins with the androids. Thanks to Dr. Gero's creations, most of humanity was destroyed, and without the Dragonballs to restore them, hope for humankind seemed lost. Bulma had used most of her resources to create shelters for the survivors, as well as develop technology to protect them. The most prominent of those inventions was the sword strapped to Yamcha's back, cased in a sturdy sheath. It was made of the same material as the androids, and was quite powerful. While the blade couldn't directly pierce their skin, it could deflect their most powerful blasts, and had saved Yamcha's skin any number of times.
The years had their way with the former bandit, and it was beginning to show. His face was more solemn, rarely showing the carefree smiles of his youth. His forehead had developed what some called "worry lines", wrinkles formed from too many frowns. He had let his hair grow back out to the way it was from his bandit days, and it flowed majestically as he soared through the sky. His body was much more well toned, the rewards of years of training and training. He was now more powerful than Dr. Gero had been, and he had gotten quite adept with the Kaio Ken. But he was still no match for the androids.
Yamcha let out a sigh as he looked below him. Where there were once cities, teeming with life, there was now nothing more than rubble. If there were any scattered remaining humans, he couldn't sense them. Master Roshi, Chaozu, Oolong, Yajirobe, and Puar… The androids had files on all of them, and took great pleasure in ending their lives. And I was powerless to stop it…
He was pulled out of his thoughts as he passed over what was once South Metro. Even after all the years, and all the changes, one thing still remained the same. There was an unbelievable crater where Vegeta had given his life. Yamcha tried to avoid the wreckage whenever he could. All of his greatest friends had died here. To this day, he still could not see the bottom of what he called "Sayian Crater". If Vegeta were still around, he probably would have been happy about that…
In what seemed like no time at all, he arrived back at West Metro, or at least where West Metro used to be. Amidst the wrecked buildings and vehicles, there was a discrete entrance to Bulma's headquarters, built from what remained of the lower levels of Capsule Corp. As he made his way towards the back of the facility, he could hear the voices of the only two people he had left.
"Mom, would you tell me another story about dad? I want to hear more about him!"
Bulma shook her head with a weak smile. No one seemed to have the ability to really look happy anymore. "Trunks, how many times do we have to go over it? Your father was a mighty warrior. He led the assault against Frieza, and with the help of Goku, he won. And when the androids attacked, he gave his life to protect us."
Yamcha had a bittersweet smile on his face as he looked at Trunks. His lavender hair wasshoulder lengthin the back, curly and wild. His face was soft, and his eyes were big and wide as he listened to his mother. After Vegeta's death, Yamcha hadn't the heart to tell either Bulma or Trunks of Trunks' lineage. It was yet another thing that ate at him over the years. He sat down next to the youth and smiled.
"You really look up to your dad, huh?"
Trunks nodded enthusiastically. "He was the prince of all Sayians! When I get older, I'll become a Super Sayian too, and I'll kill those androids!"
Yamcha coughed nervously, quickly standing back up. "Uh, yeah. I hope so too, kid."
Trunks got up, clenching his fist and frowning. "No. Not hope. I'm going to do it!" He turned to Yamcha. "Do you think we can get in some more training?"
Yamcha hung his head for a moment, gathering his composure. When his face lifted again, there was a faint smile. "Sure, kid. Right after your mom makes me something to eat."
"All right!" Trunks jumped up into the air, throwing his fist into the air. Bulma shook her head as she watched her son run off. As Yamcha sat down at the table, she turned to him and softly smiled. "You know, all day long he talks about Vegeta, but when you come back, he's always so happy."
"Yep. He sure is a great kid." Yamcha turned slightly, so Bulma wouldn't see the pain in his eyes. He stood up suddenly, his eyes hidden by his hair. "Listen, forget about lunch, I just lost my appetite." He quickly stalked off toward the training room. Bulma watched him go in surprise.
"I wonder what's wrong…?" She muttered to herself.
You know… I have to work on being more assertive… Yamcha and Trunks were out in a small field for the day's training. Yamcha knew the dangers of being out in the open, but he just couldn't find enough force to tell Trunks no. The boy just wants to see the sky… I can't blame him…
"Okay, Trunks. Try it again."
Trunks concentrated, drawing his ki close to him like Yamcha had shown him. The youth was decent, having already learned how to throw a Kamehameha and fly with the buku-jutsu. Now he spent most of his time practicing the Kaio Ken. Imagine myself at my best… with all my power… just like a Super Sayian… like dad! He felt the sudden rush of power, and he became engulfed in a red aura flare. Through the adrenaline haze, he could make out Yamcha watching him, a big grin on his face.
After several moments, his ki began to drop, and he felt his aura return to normal. Yamcha patted him on the back, the grin never leaving his face.
"That was awesome, Trunks! You've done extremely well for yourself in such a short while. It's really impressive!"
Trunks gave his mentor a small smile, but he shook his head sadly. "But my power isn't even close to yours… and it's nowhere near a Super Sayian…"
Yamcha's rare happy expression faded. The two of them sat down on the grass, and Yamcha let out a sigh. "Listen Trunks… why are you so obsessed with becoming a Super Sayian? There are other ways to become more powerful."
Trunks' eyes narrowed as he stared at his clenched fist. "No. You've been training for over a decade, and you still aren't strong enough. It's not your fault. You're only human. But I have Sayian blood in me. Its my obligation to be strong."
He looked up in shock to find Yamcha's eyes watering. Despite all of his strength, he was incapable of stopping a solitary tear from falling down his face. "Only human, huh? That's how you see it?" The former bandit got up quickly, distancing himself from his pupil.
"No, Yamcha, I…"
"No." Yamcha cut him off with a forcefulness that was unlike him. "It's time you knew. You'll only drive yourself crazy with this quest for power."
Trunks cocked an eyebrow. Even though he was only 14, his features were already beginning to look like his master's. It's only a matter of time before he figured it out anyway… "Trunks, you'll never become a Super Sayian."
"What?" Trunks stood up, betrayed hurt written on his face.
Yamcha's tone dropped to a lower one, and he couldn't bring himself to look Trunks in the face. "You can't be a Super Sayian… because you aren't a Sayian."
Trunks couldn't even form words as he digested what he had heard. "But… but my… my father…"
"Your father wasn't a Sayian."
Trunks finally found his voice. "My father was the Prince of Sayians!"
Yamcha shook his head. "I'm afraid not. Your father… he's only a human."
Tears began to form in Trunks' eyes. "You mean…?"
"Trunks, I'm your…"
"No!" Trunks screamed, cutting off Yamcha's words. The Kaio Ken flared up out of his frustration, and he took to the sky. Yamcha grew angry at himself for a moment, and then his eyes went wide.
That kid is gonna get himself killed! Yamcha's own ki flared up around him as he took off after his son.
18 sighed as she watched her brother fly around like a fool. Enough was enough. "I'm bored, seventeen! Are you done yet?"
The male android shook his head, picking up a truck and throwing it into the air. "I'm just killing time, eighteen. If you have any better ideas, feel free to throw them out." 17 smashed the falling truck, sending it flying back into the air and over a building. With lightning quick speed, he flew to the other side, catching the truck before it hit the ground. He kept up the pace, flying back and forth, until the truck broke into pieces, scattering across the barren city. He frowned and turned toward his sister.
"You know, volleyball is a lot more fun with two people."
18 rolled her eyes, looking up at the sky. She suddenly stopped, craning her neck as she stared upward. There was a red streak in the sky. "Hey, 17, I think we just found something fun to do!"
17 followed her gaze, a small smile forming on his lips. "Yamcha…"
Trunks flew on, unaware of the danger he was in. All he could feel was anger and confusion. Why did Yamcha say that? Is he just jealous?… Yes, that must be it. He's jealous. Who wouldn't be? I'm the sole survivor of the strongest race in the universe!
His thoughts were shattered as 17 flew up in front of him, backhanding him in the side of the head. Trunks was knocked out of Kaio Ken, spiraling downward and into a building.
18 shook her head, punching 17 in the arm. "Good work, moron. You accidentally killed him."
17 wasn't paying attention, however, as he stared down towards the ground. "That wasn't Yamcha… I only swatted him. And he had purple hair."
18 frowned, flying low and stopping short over the pile of rubble. She shoved her hand in, grabbed Trunks by the hair and pulled him out. "Yep, purple hair." She turned back to her brother. "You're right! It's not Yamc…" She shook her head in dismay. 17 was chasing a flock of birds, firing random ki blasts at them. She cleared her throat, catching his attention. He stopped short, giving her a cheesy grin.
"Sorry, what were you saying?"
18 rolled her eyes. "I said, this isn't Yamcha."
17 went to answer, but was cut off as an explosion went off on the side of his head. He turned around in anger, holding a hand to his burnt cheek. "Ow!" Off in the distance, Yamcha was floating in the air, tossing another ball of ki in his hand.
"Why don't you two back away from the kid? Or do you want another fastball?"
17 cocked an eyebrow. "Fastball?"
The ball suddenly disappeared from sight, instantaneously causing another explosion on 17's face. 18 dropped Trunks, staring at Yamcha in wonder. That guy never ceased to amaze me… He can throw ki faster than we can even detect it?…
17 growled, shaking off the shock. Yamcha pressed his advantage, flying straight at the stunned android. His ki flared red as he swung his leg, catching 17 in the side of the head. The android began spiraling out of control, finally using a small burst of ki to right himself.
"So, no games today, huh Yamcha? I guess you miss getting humiliated by us!" 17 dashed forward, putting an elbow into Yamcha's chest, sending him flying. Before Yamcha could recover, 17 sped towards him, dishing out several quick and painful blows to his stomach. The bandit swung out a fist, but the android had already moved, throwing a quick counter attack into his ribs.
"Is that the best you have, human?" Something in the way 17 said human reminded him of Trunks. A rage boiled up within him. At his own shortcomings, at his inability. "Kaio Ken times five!" Yamcha's aura exploded outward in a surge of red. Before 17 could react, Yamcha threw out several quick punches that the android barely dodged. He followed it up with a spinning kick, missing 17 by inches. Becoming more and more agitated with himself, he build up his power, punching with all of his might. A surge of pain rushed down his arm, but it was dulled by surprise. I… I actually hit him! Yamcha's fist had connected with 17's face, and the two came to a complete standstill. 17 pulled back, touching his face in shock. He pulled his hand in front of his face to find a small trace of blood on it.
"You…" The android shook his head, unable to put his thoughts into words. From the ground below them, 18's face broke into a smile. Finally, the stupid human will provide us a bit of entertainment.
Yamcha decided to press his luck, dashing at his opponent again. Before he could even attack, 17's hand lashed out, sending the human fighter crashing to the ground. Yamcha took a moment to catch his breath as he slowly stood back up. 17 and 18 were both hovering directly in front of him, smiles on their faces.
"You did good, Yamcha. That one attack almost made me mad. But its time for us to find something else to do. So we'll just go ahead and beat you now, if it's all the same to you."
Not good… Both androids began firing blasts of ki, looks of joy on their faces. Without even thinking, Yamcha brought out his sword, blocking the attacks with lightning fast movement. A huge dust cloud rose up around him as deflected shots smashed into the ground at his feet. Nothing could be heard from inside the cloud but the occasional grunt from Yamcha as he continued to deflect the onslaught of energy. Suddenly, from within the cloud, several of the blasts came flying back out. Before they could react, their own attacks exploded in their faces.
The dust settled, and Yamcha pulled back into a defensive position with the sword. 17 went to attack him, but 18's hand shot up to stop him. Her clothes were burnt in several places and her expression was one of barely suppressed rage. "It is hard enough to find good clothes when this idiot blows up every city he sees." 17 grinned slightly to himself. "But now you had to go and ruin the only shirt that goes with these pants?"
18 came at him so quickly, he barely had time to deflect her punch with his sword. Sparks flew as he eased her back, concentrating his power for the Kaio Ken. His aura began to flare red, and 18 threw out a knee, hitting him squarely in the stomach. His power dissipated as he fell back, clutching at his gut. He tired to summon his rage again, but the female android kept catching him at the last moment, almost ripping the energy from him with her attacks.
Broken and battered, Yamcha tried to pull himself together, but he knew he was done. Nothing more I can do now…Time to join Krillin and the others…He stumbled forward, when suddenly 17's voice rang out.
"Hey, what should we do with the purple kid?" 17 held the unconscious Trunks up by his shirt, the boy's body swaying lightly in the air.
18 shrugged. "Just kill him, then we'll get outta here."
Trunks! I know I'm gonna regret this, but… He could feel his power building beyond his own control. Right before it overwhelmed him, he cried out, shattering several windows around him. "Ten times…. Kaio Ken!" His aura expanded exponentially, and his muscles began to bulge. The strain on his body was enormous, and he knew he didn't have long. Faster than either android could see, he lunged at 17, kicking him in the side. 17 went spiraling into a building, while Trunks dropped safely to the ground. The jolt shook him awake, and he turned his head groggily to see what was happening.
Yamcha spun around, still going on his little power trip. 18 came at him quickly, but he dodged her punch, countering with an elbow into her throat. She fell backwards, more surprised than anything.
"Yamcha?…" Trunks looked on in amazement. Yamcha, a mere human, had succeeded where the Super Sayians had failed. He had floored both the androids. Yamcha's power quickly disappeared, taking it's toll on his body. With a weak smile, he shakily turned to Trunks, flashing him a thumbs up.
Suddenly, both androids jumped up, as if no damage had been done to them. Their faces had changed from playful to pure anger. As they dashed at him from either side, Yamcha attempted to bring his sword up in defense. 17's hand went right through it, and the two began to rip into their human opponent. The sounds of Yamcha screaming were all that could be heard for miles.
Bulma was cleaning up the kitchen, passing by the time. She had long ago learned that keeping busy was the only way to keep going. If she slowed down, she began to think about what had happened. About Vegeta, and about the rest of her friends. Sighing, she turned to the pot of rice that was boiling on the stove, when she heard a commotion from outside her door. The door was knocked open, falling on its hinges. She turned around, gasping in surprise. Trunks stumbled in, his eyes stained with tears and his clothes stained with blood. In his hands, he held the two broken pieces of Yamcha's sword. Without a word, she threw her arms around her son, and the two of them softly cried in each other's embrace.
Trunks sat up in his bed, excited for the first time in two years, since the day Yamcha had died. After that day, Bulma had begun working on something she said would change things for good. A time machine. He ran down to her workshop, finding his mother sitting by a large capsule machine with a grin just as big as his own.
"Is it done?"
Bulma nodded happily as she finished wrapping up some food. "I already set the coordinates, so you can go whenever you're ready."
Trunks nodded, throwing on a Capsule Corp. t-shirt. "I'm leaving now, then!" As he climbed up into the cockpit, his mother cleared her throat. He turned back around, giving his mother a loving hug.
"I'll be back as soon as I can, mom."
Bulma nodded wordlessly, stepping back with tears in her eyes. Trunks went to climb inside, when he noticed a long wrapped package in the cockpit. With a puzzled expression, he picked it up, shaking it slightly.
"What is it?"
Bulma shook her head. "Open it up and see, goofball."
He ripped open the packaging, his eyes growing wide as looked inside. "You fixed Yamcha's sword?" He pulled it out, testing it's weight as he swung it around.
His mother nodded with a smile. "Now, it's your sword. Head back to the past with it, and do what you can to make everything right."
Trunks jumped into the time machine, strapping the sword to his back. As the machine pulled him back through the folds of time, he heard Yamcha's final words to him.
"Being human is nothing to be ashamed of. Don't ever let anyone make you feel weak, especially not those androids. Even humans have the power to change things. You've grown up so much… You'll be the one to bring peace to the world… I'm very proud of you, Trunks…"
AN- Okay, everyone. What a chapter, huh? I was gonna break it up into several, but then it would have ruined the effect, I think. At least now no one can complain about short chapters. Well, you either hated this chapter, or you loved it, I bet. Be sure to tell me what you think, and next chapter will go from where we left off, with everyone being revived after Frieza. See you soon!
Power levels
Goku- 2,000,000
Vegeta- 2,000,000
Android 19- 3,000,000
Android 20- 3,500,000
Yamcha- 300,000
Kaio Ken Yamcha- 600,000
Android 17-16,500,000
Android 18-16,000,000
Piccolo-700,000
Raditz-1,000,000
Super Sayian Raditz- 7,000,000
Kaio Ken Tien- 1,000,000
Kaio Ken X 3 Krillin- 3,000,000
Super Sayian Vegeta- 10,000,000
Future Yamcha- 1,000,000
Kaio Ken X5 Yamcha- 5,000,000
Kaio Ken X10 Yamcha- 10,000,000
Trunks- 100,000
Kaio Ken Trunks- 200,000
