The Time for Explanations has arrived.
Trunks groaned, as he slowly opened his eyes. Wincing in pain, he continued to stare at his feet for a few moments, before he saw someone approach him.
"Doctor, he's woken up," Bill said, turning towards the older man as he continued to fiddle with the TARDIS controls.
"Oh, good. Time to get some answers out of him, then," The Doctor replied, pulling one last lever before he turned towards Trunks and Bill.
"Get some answers? He's hurt, we should be getting him to a hospital," Bill argued.
"Trust me, the TARDIS is the safest place in the universe," The Doctor replied. "If his condition gets any worst, we can handle it right here."
"And…. And where is here?" Trunks asked, catching both of their attentions.
"I already told you that. This is the TARDIS. Weren't you paying attention?" The Doctor asked.
"I was…. was trying not to fall unconscious… at the time…." Trunks explained, slowly looking up at the two.
"Well, you did," The Doctor replied, shaking his head. "Anyways, first question. Who are you?"
"Actually, our first question is, what's your name," Bill corrected, The Doctor giving her a small glare as she smiled at Trunks.
"Tru-… Trunks Briefs," the blue-haired teen replied.
"Well, that's a nice name, isn't it. Now what are you, hm? What is your species?" The Doctor asked.
"I… I am the son of a human woman named Bulma Brief, and the…. The Prince of Saiyans, Vegeta," Trunks replied, slowly sitting up, gritting his teeth as pain shot through his body.
"Sayia?" The Doctor asked, walking over to a keyboard on the TARDIS console.
"No.. A Saiyan… S… A…" Trunks said, before the Doctor waved his hand.
"Saiyans, a warrior raced that died out years ago, when a meteor struck the planet, killing off the entire race," The Doctor read. "That them?"
"That's… Not entirely true. It was actually blown up…. by a tyrant named Frieza," Trunks corrected.
"Ah, yes, the infamous Frieza. You know, I have heard so much about him, but there is almost little to no evidence he ever existed. Doesn't even state an actually race for him. Just rumors," The Doctor replied.
"What do the rumors say?" Bill asked, staring at the man.
"Some call him a Frost Demon, others an… Arcosian? That's not even a real word," The Doctor scolded, glaring at the screen.
"He's real, all right…. or, at least was…. I killed him myself, after he tried to attack Earth," Trunks explained, both Bill and the Doctor turning towards him.
"You say that, but you also have asked us to go to a company, on what is said to be Earth, in a time period and place that shouldn't exist," The Doctor replied, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Trunks.
"Maybe there…. there are more then one planets named Earth?" Bill suggested, before the Doctor shook his head.
"I am over two thousand years old, and never once have I come across another planet in our universe that is called Earth, and isn't the planet I picked you up from, Ms. Potts," The Doctor replied.
"Time.. Lines….." Trunks said suddenly, the Doctor turning his head towards him.
"Time lines? What do you mean, Time Lines?" the man asked.
"When I went back… back in time, to warn my mother's friends of an attack by a pair of androids, I created… a new timeline," the saiyan hybrid explained.
"So you're suggesting that we're in anoth….", The Doctor began to chastise, before cutting himself off. "Another timeline… That's it!" he said, turning back towards the monitor.
"What's it?" Bill asked, confused, as she looked between Trunks and the Doctor. "We're not in another timeline, right?"
"No, of course not. Alternate timelines don't exist, mainly because time isn't a line. But, alternate realities are!" The Doctor explained, as he smirked. "And there we are."
"What…. what do you mean?" Trunks asked, groaning.
With a large grin, the Doctor gave the monitor he was looking at a push, the screen spinning around the main console towards Bill and Trunks, showing the two what the man meant.
"We're not in the same reality, Bill. We're in a new one," The Doctor explained, as Bill stared at the screen. On the left side, a picture of Bill sat above a large, blue spiral. Next to it, a green spiral with the words, 'Capsule', appear.
"So, like, he's a double alien?" Bill asked, earning a questioning look from the Doctor. "I mean, like, even the human half of him is technically an alien to me."
"Oh, no. His human half is still just that, human. It's not like alternate realities are completely different from one another. They're formed when time is split, when one problem has two solutions," The Doctor explained.
"The multiverse theory.", Trunks suggested.
"Kinda, yes… Actually, no.. Well," The Doctor said, trying to figure out how to explain the situation.
"Well, is it yes, or no?" Bill asked.
"Well, hmm… Here, think of it like this. What humans perceive as time, flows like a river. That river can break off, not into two different rivers, but as a stream, flowing off from the first river, and eventually forming a new one. A new universe isn't formed when this happens, but a new reality is."
"So, like, he and I still have a great ancestor?" Bill asked.
"In terms of time, most likely," The Doctor replied. As he turned back towards the console, Trunks grabbed his arm.
"Hold.. Hold on. Who are you?" Trunks asked, staring up at him.
"Me? I'm the Doctor.", he replied.
"I kinda got that. I meant, who are you, really? What's your name, and why do you keep talking like you aren't human?" the hybrid asked.
"I told you. My name is the Doctor, and the reason I talk the way I do is because I'm not human. I'm another race, similar to how the Saiyans appear human, but aren't. I'm a Timelord.,,The Doctor explained.
"Timelord? And I thought my father keeping his title of Prince was a bit much.", Trunks replied.
"Hey, I can't help what my people called themselves. And the reason was because we could travel throughout time, thus, we became the lords of time. Timelords."
"So, um, Trunks. Who was that man that was attacking you?" Bill asked, before the room shook, throwing everyone off balance.
"Oh, now what?" The Doctor asked, stumbling over to another monitor. "Oh. We've landed."
Hundreds of people walk through the streets of the large city, going about their day as they continued on with their lives. In the middle of the suburban section of this city, sat a large, dome-shaped building, several smaller domes coming off the side of it. A large pool was off to one side of the building.
Inside, a young teen sat at a desk, a tutor speaking as she wrote down some equations. The teen's hair was lavender, and he had blue eyes. He wore a yellow jacket, with a white undershirt, blue jeans, and maroon wristbands, and golden boots.
Beside the teen, sat a small, blue, imp-like creature, wearing a yellow jacket, with a red star on it. He wore red pants, and black shoes, with a multi-colored hat. Next to him, stood an ginger-furred dog, wearing a purple hood, kimono, and pants. He wore a yellow shirt under the kimono, and a pale blue sash.
Standing beside the three, war a young girl. She had long, black hair, and black eyes. She wore a green army tunic, and black Wellington boots. She had a belt around her waist, with a gun holster attached to it.
"So, the five goes here, and then you round the seven, then divide by twenty-seven," the blue imp whispered to the boy.
"Um… That doesn't make sense. Where did you get the twenty-seven from?" the kid asked.
"Back here, when you subtracted one hundred and thirteen from eighty-six."
"Oh, right… and this part?" he asked.
"Trunks Briefs," the tutor suddenly said, having turned towards them. Her eyes narrowed as the young Trunks slowly sunk into his seat.
"Yes, ma'am?" he asked.
"If you aren't going to pay attention, then maybe you need some extra homework?", the teacher asked, Trunks's eyes widening.
"No ma'am! Pilaf, Shu, and Mai were just trying to help me understand a few things you went over a little too quickly, ma'am," Trunks replied, quickly.
"Is that so? Well then, next time tell me I'm going to fas-" the teacher began to argue, before she stopped, listening as a strange, wheezing sound filled the air. Making her way to a nearby window, she pulled the curtain opened, before she took a step back.
"What is it, miss?" Trunks asked, getting up from his desk.
"It's… It's…. impossible," she replied, as Trunks ran over. Staring out the window, he watched as a blue police box faded into existence.
"Woah! That's so cool!" Trunks said, before he turned, racing out of the door, Pilaf, She, and Mai following close behind him.
Racing through the halls of his home, Trunks skidded to a stop as his mother stepped out of a room, almost running into her.
She wore a white tank-top, a red bandanna, blue jeans, and cowgirl boots.
"Oh, Trunks, where are you going in such a hurry? And aren't you suppose to be doing your studies currently?" she asked.
"Mom, there's something more important going on right now!" Trunks argued.
"Nothing is more important then your studies… Hehe, I'm starting to sound like Chichi," she replied.
"Mrs. Bulma, Trunks is telling the truth.", the teacher said, making her way down the hall.
"Really? Then come on, show me," Bulma replied, Trunks nodding as he lead the group outside.
Stepping outside, Bulma took a deep breath, smiling, before she turned to where her son was running to. As soon as the blue box caught her attention, she growled.
"Whoever thought it would be funny to leave some piece of junk box on my lawn has another thing coming," she thought to herself, as she made her way over.
Running up to the front of the box, Trunks stared at it, reading the many signs labeled on it.
"Uh, mom?" he asked, as Bulma walked up next to him.
"What?" she asked, before Trunks pointed to the words above the door.
"Police public call box?", she read, puzzled.
Reaching a hand towards the doors, Trunks knocked several times, before the lock clicked, the door swinging inwards, revealing an elderly man.
"Yes, hello?" he asked.
"What are you doing on my lawn? And why are you in a police box?" Bulma exclaimed, the man taking a step back from her sudden outburst.
"Your lawn? That's odd, we're meant to be at Capsule Corporation," the man said to himself, turning back towards the interior of the box.
"This is Capsule Corporation. I live here," Bulma replied, glaring at the man.
Turning around, the man grinned. "Oh, that's great news," he said, stepping out of the box, before looking around.
"Hang on, who are you? And what are you doing here?" Bulma asked again, grabbing his arm.
Turning, the man pulled his arm from Bulma's grasp. "I'm the Doctor."
"The Doctor? What kind of name is tha-" Bulma argued, before a groan came from the box.
Turning, Bulma watched as the older version of Trunks slowly made his way out of the box, a woman behind him.
"Trunks?" she asked, Kid Trunks turning towards her, confused.
"Hey… Mo…the…", Future Trunks began to say, before he collapsed, passing out on the lawn.
Taking a step back, Bulma stared in shock, before turning towards Kid Trunks. "Trunks, go get your father!" she ordered.
"But he's training, and you know he hates bei-", Kid Trunks began to argue.
"Tell him that Tr- that a friend from the future is back," Bulma replied, before she pointed towards the house. "Now GO!"
"Right!" he replied, taking to the air as he dashed towards the house.
Stepping out of the TARDIS, Bill stared in shock as Kid Trunks flew off, before Bulma turned towards her.
"Hey, you, help me get him over to that gazebo!" Bulma ordered, grabbing one of Future Trunks' arms.
"Yeah, right!" Bill replied, dashing over to help her.
Suddenly, the doors to the main building burst open, a man flying out of them. He wore a strange set of white body armor, with yellow shoulder straps. He had white gloves, and boots, and a dark blue, long sleeved jumpsuit.
Dashing over, he stared at Future Trunks, watching as Bill and Bulma laid him down on the table in the gazebo. Turning towards the Doctor, he growled.
"The hell did you do to him?" the man asked, storming over to the elderly man.
"I didn't do anything. I merely brought him where he wanted to go," The Doctor replied, the man glaring at him.
"If I so much as find out you did something, I swear to god I will k-", he began to reply, before Bulma turned towards him.
"Vegeta! He's badly injured. We need to get him a senzu bean, quickly!" she yelled, Vegeta turning towards her, before nodding.
Clenching his fists, Vegeta began to shout, a bright, white, glowing flame surrounding his body. Bill stared, completely amazed, as the world seemed to grow darker, his flame-like aura being the only source of light.
A few miles away, the wind blew through the trees, birds tweeting as the sun shone high in the sky.
Tending to a large, open set of fields, was a tall, muscular man. He wore an orange go, with a blue sash around his waist, and a set of blue wrist bands. Under the orange go shirt, he wore a blue shirt, and had blue boots, with red lining, and had black, spiky hair.
Pulling vegetables of all sorts from the ground, the man paused, turning towards the direction of Capsule Corp., his eyes narrowing.
"That's odd," he thought, placing the radish in his hand onto the ground. "Why's Vegeta powering up like that? Something must be wrong. I need to check this out!"
Placing two fingers on his forehead, the man vanished, instantly appearing next to Vegeta.
Bill gasped, taking a step back, watching as the flame-like aura vanished, a man suddenly appearing out of no where.
"Kakarot," Vegeta ordered, turning towards the man, "We need Senzu Beans, now!"
"Uh, alright!" 'Kakarot' said, instantly disappearing once again.
"Hold on, where did he go? Where did he come from?" Bill asked, looking at the group in utter confusion.
"Will you be quiet? There are more important things going on right now, like my son showing up out of no where, badly injured, with you two apparently 'bringing' him here to help him!" Vegeta growled, glaring at Bill and The Doctor.
"I told you, he brought him here because he asked us to," The Doctor replied, not even flinching at the prince's glare.
"Vegeta, be nice. Trunks could have died, if they didn't bring him here!" Bulma said, glaring at him.
"But I'm perfectly fine…." Kid Trunks said, confused.
"Trunks, not now. We're dealing with something important," Bulma said, turning back towards the gazebo.
"But you sai-"
"Trunks. Not. Now."
"Yes ma'am."
Bill just scratched her head, confused.
Suddenly, the man returned, holding a cloth bag in his hand. "Here you go, Bulma!"
"Thanks, Goku. Now let's get these to Trunks," Bulma said, grabbing the bag as she raced over to the teen.
"But I thought his name was Karrot…" Bill said, being ignored by the group.
"Bill, let's just wait until this incident dies down, and then let's ask our questions," the Doctor said, patting her on the shoulder.
Pulling out a green bean from the bag, Bulma placed it on Future Trunks' lips, the teen eating it. Suddenly, his eyes shot open, the cuts and bruises he had vanishing.
Staring up at the ceiling of the gazebo, Trunks noticed Goku. In almost an instant, he was on his feet, swinging his fist at the saiyan.
"Woah! Trunks, calm down!" Bulma shouted, Goku having caught the punch.
Trunks growled, glaring at Goku, before his eyes widened, the teen taking a step back.
"I-… I'm sorry! I thought you were someone else. Please forgive me, Goku," Trunks said, instantly bowing to the man.
"Wait, how is he standing? He was barely conscious back in the TARDIS," Bill asked, everyone turning towards her.
"The what?" Vegeta asked, raising an eyebrow.
"My ship. Don't mind the name, answer the question. How is he alright, after being so badly injured?" the Doctor said, stepping in front of Vegeta, staring down at the shorter man.
"Why should we tell you anything? You're about as trust worthy as Frieza," Vegeta replied.
"Why do you all keep acting like he's real?" the Doctor asked, the group just staring at him in disbelief.
"Maybe because I spent a good portion of my life under his rule? Maybe because I was shot in the chest, and killed by him? Maybe, because he blew up this very planet?" Vegeta replied, his voice quickly getting louder with each word.
"You…. you died?" Bill asked, staring at Vegeta in awe.
"Yeah, we all have! Not that weird," Goku said, the Doctor sighing at this.
"Look, I don't understand what's going on here. Neither do you. So let's take a breath, and start over from the beginning, shall we?" The Doctor said, extending his hand out to Goku. "Hello, I'm the Doctor."
"Doctor? AH! Stay away! Don't give me a shot!" Goku yelled, leaping back from the timelord. The Doctor rolled his eyes.
"Not that kind of doctor. It's just my name."
"Oh. Well, nice to meet you, Mr. Doctor!" Goku said, shaking his hand.
"Don't mind him, he's an idiot," Vegeta said, grumbling to himself.
"Trunks, honey, are you alright?" Bulma asked, placing a hand on Trunks' shoulder.
"Mom, what are you talking about? Why are you calling him Trunks? Who is he?" Kid Trunks asked, Future Trunks turning towards him.
"Time Travel," The Doctor said, everyone turning towards him.
"What?" Kid Trunks asked.
"Basically, in a sense, he is you."
An hour passed, and everything was finally sorted out. After finally dealing with explaining how Future Trunks was the future version of Kid Trunks, the Doctor and Bill sat, and listened to Future Trunks explain what had been happening in the future.
"And so, with little hope of resistance in the future, my mother decided I needed to return to this time period, and get your help," Future Trunks concluded, sighing.
"So, everyone in the future is dead?" Kid Trunks asked.
"No, not everyone. But, without me there to slow him down, I fear Black might be able to wipe out the rest of humanity," Future Trunks answered, placing his face in his hands.
"No he won't," The Doctor said, everyone turning to face him.
"What do you mean, 'no, he won't'?" Vegeta asked, glaring at him.
"I have a time machine. We just pop back to the moment we left, and there we go, problem solved," the Doctor explained.
"But what about Trunks? If he can't fight this Goku Black guy by himself, what's the point of going back to the future?" Bill asked, Goku smirking at this.
"I'll go with you guys," the saiyan said.
"What?"
"I'll go to the future, and help defeat Goku Black!", Goku replied, before Vegeta stepped in front of him.
"If you think I'm just going to let you battle the bastard that killed my wife, then you are sorely mistaken, Kakarot!" Vegeta growled.
"Ok, why do you keep calling him Kakrot, or whatever? I thought his name was Goku," Bill said, Vegeta sighing.
"His real name is Kakarot, but when he crashed landed on Earth, he hit his head, and forgot it. So, when he was given a new name, that is what he decided to go by. Thus, his name is both Kakarot, and Goku," Vegeta explained.
"Yep. But you can just call me Goku!" the saiyan said, smiling. Bill chuckled.
"So now what?" Kid Trunks asked, staring up at his future self.
"Well, for now, I guess we-"
"TRUNKS!" a voice suddenly shouted, everyone leaping to their feet.
"What in the world?" Vegeta asked, growling.
As the world around them began to dim, a large, purple and black vortex began to open, lightning crackling from within.
"Black," Future Trunks exclaimed, glaring as the dark saiyan appeared from the vortex, holding Trunks' sword in his hand.
"Hello, Trunks. Glad you could call me to this time period. I was hoping I was going to get the chance to kill you," Black replied, smirking.
"You bastard," Vegeta said, about to dash at him, when Goku flew towards the dark robed warrior.
"So, you're Goku Black, huh?" Goku asked, Vegeta glaring at them both now.
"Yes. And you are Son Goku," Black replied, smirking at him.
"To be honest, I'm pretty excited to fight you," Goku exclaimed, cracking his knuckles.
"As am I. I have been wanting to fight you in this body," Black said, the Doctor's eyebrows rising a bit.
"So, shall we begin?"