And the day that is the bain of all guys existance is coming up. You know what I mean boys. Hope ya'll took care of your business or the girls will tear you apart...limb from limb...sell your organs on the black market...use your skin as a body suit...uhhh, yeah.
Anyway, good luck and hopefully you survive so you can read the next chapter. For those who review, I'll know which ones don't live past d-day...excuse me, v-day. Just give me a hollar if you survive.
'What odd terrain' Trunks thought as he flew through the air. A rocky landscape covered with moss and grass reached out for miles. Small, rocky hills were here and there with plateau off in the distance. As far as the young saiyan knew, there was no such place on Vegeta. Odd that it could exist at all.
But then again, he hadn't explored all of Vegeta like he should've been able to. If it wasn't for the humans, he would've been able to find such a place or at least would've been shown it. An experience rightfully his, taken away because of greed and arrogance. However, it wasn't the only one.
One that the young Trunks had always wished for since he could remember was to spend time with this father. That was one thing he knew he should've had; not having to run and barely find a way to survive until he woke up one morning to find himself in a different location and have Gohan tell him his father was dead. That memory still bothered him after all this time.
Trunks shook his head as he felt himself choking up. He couldn't afford to have such thoughts at the moment. He was in enemy territory and such emotions could get him killed.
Looking in front of him, the saiyan's eyes soon caught something floating high in the air. It appeared to be a man, standing midair, looking at him as he approached. As Trunks came to a stop, he took in the odd garments and rather portly frame of the person. Though he wasn't too alarmed by the guy, the lack of a power level was a bit disturbing.
"Who are you?" Trunks demanded, subtly dropping into a guard position, his hand working its way to his sword hilt.
The portly man just stared back at the saiyan as if he was trying to calculate something. On top of that, there appeared to be something occurring around the man's eyes. Flashes of red seemed to blink over and over. To put the cherry on the cake, the man didn't even blink his eyes either, giving Trunks the time of day to witness the whole thing.
"I won't say this again, who are you?" the young saiyan demanded again, slight agitation creeping into his voice.
This time the portly man answered. "After going through my databases, I have concluded that you are of the native people of Vegeta, a saiyan. Twenty will be most pleased with this finding," a very high pitched, robotic voice said.
Trunks scowled. "It took you that long to figure that out? Helloooooo, I'm wearing saiyan armor and have a tail coming out my backside; I think those were all of the clues you needed to realize that fact."
The paled face man just stared again before replying "It should be a simple task of defeating you. My sensors indicate that I will be victorious in a short period of time."
Trunks' scowl deepened. Already this clown dressing loser was saying he could defeat him easily. Well, he would have to prove this guy wrong. "If I'm going to be that easy for ya, then show me what you got tubby."
For the first time, the clown made a facial movement, a smirk appearing on his plump face. It was a bit creepy in the young saiyan's opinion.
Suddenly, the fat man yelled out a war cry as he charged, both of his hands wide open to reveal these very out of place red gems imbedded in his palms. Loosening his grip on his sword hilt, Trunks prepared himself for the oncoming attack.
Just as the clown arrived within striking distance, Trunks shot his hands out, gripping the man's forearms and pulling them towards him. As the saiyan pulled the arms, he leaned his body backwards till his back was facing towards the ground that was far beneath him, pressing his foot into the chest of his opponent, and kicking him away, releasing his grip as he sent the clown flipping away.
Using his speed, Trunks disappeared and reappeared above the portly man and slammed both of his feet into his chest, sending the man flying towards the ground until he crashed into it, sending up a huge cloud of dust and dirt.
As Trunks hovered in the air, he smirked at the dissipating cloud. So much for that guy's power.
However, as the saiyan watched, he soon saw his fallen opponent lying on the ground. Once the dust cloud had completely disappeared, the fat man rose onto his feet, not even a scratch on him. Even his clothes had survived any damage.
Slowly, the clown rose into the air, flying until he was at eye level with Trunks. "You are a little stronger than my sensors had indicated," the annoying voice said. "Allow me to introduce myself as Nineteen, the nineteenth chair of the ruling government body."
Though a little surprised by the lack of damage, Trunks brushed off the introduction. "So you're a politician; big deal. Don't know how you escaped injury after the fall you took but I can assure you that you won't be so lucky next time."
Nineteen just started back at the saiyan until he smirked. "We shall see about that."
Raising both of his hands, the fat man fired a large ki blast, surprising his saiyan opponent. However, his astonishment didn't last very long as the purple headed youth drew his sword from its sheath and sliced the beam down the middle, sending each half in separate directions.
When Trunks didn't see his opponent, he wasn't too worried. It would be a matter of time until that guy showed his face up and he would be ready for it. However, he was caught off guard when a hand came out of nowhere and grabbed his sword arm. A sudden feeling of energy leaking out of him alerted the saiyan to foul play and he quickly turned his body to his right and fired a ki blast right into Nineteen's face, causing him to release his grip on the young saiyan. Dashing away, Trunks put some distance between him and the clown so he could figure out what had just happened.
Breathing deeply for a few seconds, the young saiyan slowly recovered and then sheathed his sword. What had happened back there? It was like he had lost some of his ki when that Nineteen guy had grabbed him. But there was no way that should've happened. Something wrong was going on.
Suddenly, a low chuckle was made, bringing Trunks' attention back to his opponent. An evil smirk was plastered on the clown's face as well as burn marks from the ki blast. All Trunks could do was scowl back. He didn't like that look at all.
"I see you managed to escape me," Nineteen said. "Consider yourself lucky at the moment for it will not happen again. Next time I will drain you of all of your energy."
Trunks refused to show his shock at the admission from his opponent. So this guy had a technique that could drain him of his ki. He'd have to be more careful then or next time could prove to be his last. "So you used a technique on me. Fine then, you won't be able to use it again. I'll just tire you out so you can't use it."
Nineteen broke out in laughter. "You are a fool. I am not like the others where I will tire out."
This time, Trunks showed his surprise. "What are you talking about?"
Smirking again, Nineteen began to explain. "Due to modifications from our leader, everyone of the Twenty Chairs is known as a cyborg; a half human, half machine. All except for me. I am completely mechanical and therefore do not required rest."
Trunks' eyes widen. "You're…you're an android?"
"That is correct. And with the energy I have stolen from you, I shall make short work of you and drain what is left of your energy."
Unleashing a war cry, Nineteen rushed at Trunks faster than what he had expected, nailing him with a vicious right hook, and sending the saiyan flying. Instead of killing his momentum, Trunks took over his unintended flight, speeding up. As he looked back from where he had come, he saw Nineteen again charging at him.
Not waiting for his opponent to reach him, Trunks fired a ki blast, the beam racing towards his charging opponent. However, Nineteen reach both of his hands out and caught the blast, absorbing all of it while he continued his flight.
Trunks watched shocked as Nineteen sucked up his ki blast like a sponge before blasting off higher into the air, arching, and flying right down on him, slamming his large ass into him and sending the saiyan down towards the ground.
Once again, Trunks got a hold of himself and used his momentum, making a U-turn and flying right back at his opponent, who was charging again. Twisting his body, Trunks avoided a punch from the android, counterattacking with his one punch that landed on his opponent's face. Fazed a little, Nineteen backed off a bit to right himself before launching a barrage of punches at Trunks, who in turn threw as many punches as he could.
Unfortunately, Nineteen managed to get the upper hand, landing a blow in the saiyan's gut. Quickly, the android threw a roundhouse kick that sent his opponent flying. Using his speed, he disappeared, reappearing a few yards in front of the flying saiyan, both of his hands clasped together and raised above his head. Timing it perfectly, Nineteen jackhammered his saiyan opponent on the face, causing Trunks to fly straight into a mountain below, the rocky outcrop collapsing from the impact.
Minutes passed before Trunks stumble out of the debris. He was taking more damage than he thought he would and at the rate the fight was going, his chances of surviving weren't that good.
Suddenly, a fist slammed right into his stomach, causing the saiyan to lose his breath and fall to his knees. Holding his gut in pain, Trunks slowly looked up at the towering Nineteen when the clown's foot hit the saiyan under his chin, causing him to fly off the ground and hover in midair before his opponent.
Nineteen landed another punch in Trunks' midsection, once again causing air to rush out of his lungs, spit and blood flying out of his mouth as well.
This time, however, before the saiyan could land on the ground again, Nineteen caught the young man, grabbing the shoulder strap of Trunks' armor. Looking up into the android's eyes, Trunks could see the mechanical nightmare had something bad planned in his mind.
And the young saiyan wasn't disappointed, unfortunately. Nineteen immediately began a ferocious beating, slamming his fist into Trunks' face and stomach; pain coursing throughout the warrior's body. He wasn't even able to cry out as each punch landed harder than the one before, hitting sooner and sooner. After awhile, the android released his hold on the armor strap, letting Trunks fall to the ground, blood dripping from his mouth and wounds.
After a few moments, Trunks tried to get off the ground, turning his head to look up at the cruel android. It was then a hand latched right onto his mouth, muffling any sound that escaped from Trunks' mouth. He soon found himself being lifted into the air by the arm attached to the hand, the familiar feeling of ki being sucked from him becoming apparent.
"I have you now," the high pitched voice of Nineteen said. "You may struggle if you wish but I will not let go until I have stolen all of your energy."
Weakly, Trunks raised his arms to grasp the android's arm, trying to pull it off and failing. So this was his end, the way he was going to die. What a rotten way to go; a machine sucking the life out of you. There couldn't be a dishonor lower for a saiyan warrior than this.
As the young warrior closed his eyes in surrender, a coldness enveloping him; he suddenly felt a warmth flow through him. Odd he thought. Wasn't death supposed to be cold?
(Open your eyes) a rough voice said.
'Huh? What was that?' Trunks thought. This dying experience was getting weirder and weirder by the second.
(Open your eyes)
'What the hell?' Trunks thought this time. Couldn't that voice just let him die in peace? Well, he might as well see what it wanted. It's not like it matter anymore.
Opening his eyes, the young saiyan didn't find himself on a battlefield with a super powerful android sucking the life out of him. Instead, a purple haze dominated everything around him. What was this place?
(It's about time you opened your eyes) the voice said this time, slightly peeved. Looking around, Trunks laid eyes on a man that struck a chord in him.
Floating a short distance away was a fellow saiyan, covered only in spandex pants with his tail wrapped around his waist. His defined arms crossed over his chest as his eyes looked at the younger saiyan; his flame like hair standing in the air.
"Who are you?" Trunks asked, staring at mysterious man. He couldn't put his finger on it but he could swear he had seen him before.
(There is no time for that; you must fight) was all he said.
"What do you mean fight? Can't you see that android was killing me? Were you not watching?" Trunks shouted back, becoming agitated. Who did this guy think he was anyway? A Super Saiyan or something? Ha, as if one of those even existed.
However, the man replied as if he hadn't even heard Trunks. (You are a saiyan warrior with the blood of a prince flowing through your veins. You cannot fall in such a place)
That phrase struck Trunks silent. He had heard something very similar when he was younger. Could it be?
(You must reclaim the honor of your people, the honor of a saiyan warrior. Long you have struggled to this end and you mustn't let that goal die; not here, not now. Even as we speak, the people that have placed their hope in you and your comrades grows. They are reclaiming your birthright, one that you must take back from the scum that has stolen it from you. Draw your sword young warrior and fight for what is rightfully yours)
Trunks felt himself lift his hand to his sword hilt, grasping it. Was this what this man was telling him?
(Go now. Fight to the bitter end and you shall be victorious. And remember: you are not alone…)
The man soon faded into the haze, disappearing from sight. Yet, Trunks could not bring himself to try and follow him. He felt at peace with himself.
Then a rush hit him, returning him to his current predicament. Nineteen still held him as he drained him of his energy, smirking at his handiwork. Well, not for long…
Instantly, Trunks shot one of his hands to his sword, pulling it out of its scabbard and slicing off the android's forearm, the hand still grasping his face.
Nineteen let out a loud cry of pain as wires spouted from his open limb. As soon as his feet hit the ground, Trunks removed the hand from his face and dashed at the pain succumbed android and severed the other arm, firmly disarming his opponent.
Looking at his damaged appendages in pain and horror, his attention to his situation was distracted as his saiyan opponent spoke. "Tell me something android…do machines feel fear?"
Slowly taking steps backwards, Nineteen tried to put some distance between him and his adversary. There was no way he stood a chance with both of his hands removed, much less without his energy absorbers. He needed to escape fast.
Turning on his heels, the frightened android bolted; hoping against hope he could flee with his life. However, the sudden feel of metal sliced right through him, cutting him in half from head to toe; part of him drifting forward, the other back.
Standing in front of him, was Trunks, bent over from successful cutting down his opponent; but he wasn't done just yet. Quickly turning around, the swordsman sliced and hacked at his opponent until only bits and pieces of the android seem to float and revolve in midair. Crossing his sword arm in front of his chest, Trunks brought his other arm underneath his sword arm, his palm sticking out with his fingers standing straight, his thumb curled into the palm. Unleashing a war cry, a large ki blast fired from the saiyan's hand, obliterating any and all remains of Nineteen.
As the dust cleared, Trunks fell to the ground, landing on his butt. If all the fights on this planet were this tough, he was gonna need a lot of help. Pulling out his senzu bean, the saiyan ate it and waited for the healing effects to occur. Momentarily, his body was restored, his power increasing greatly. That was the only good thing to come out of the battle, having his power restored and increased due to his saiyan genes.
Taking a deep breath, Trunks stood up and spread his senses out. As far as he could tell, a couple of the powers he felt earlier had been put out, both Gohan and Goten on the move. That was good news. Hmmm, there were a couple of decent power levels where Gohan was headed. That seemed to be the best place to go.
Taking off into the air, Trunks flew with new speed, courtesy of his recovered body. Yet, despite his victory, that dream he had was starting to bug him. If he didn't know any better, that mysterious man he had met was his father, but that was crazy. He was dead. Short of Trunks dying, there was no way he should've seen the man. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. Yeah, that was it; just his mind playing tricks.
Shaking his head to get rid of those thoughts, the young saiyan headed towards his next opponent, ready to take on what he would find there.
It was finally time.
After countless hours of preparation and waiting, the biggest attack since the Saiyo-Earthling War was about to happen. Raditz was watching as three huge jet carriers landed on the ground, slowly driving towards cement docks. Large warehouses stood a few yards away from the docks' edge; their doors wide open. Soldiers stood at attention, preparing to empty the ships of their cargo and men before reloading with useless equipment and discharged soldiers.
As Raditz watched the scene unfolding before him, he got a rush of excitement, adrenaline flowing throughout his body. The anticipation for this one, single event had nearly killed him, along with the other saiyan warriors. Even the saiyan women were participating in this. Though their society would rather have the women away from combat, they were still considered warriors in their own right. Nothing would have kept them from this battle.
Silently, Broly appeared next to the shaggy haired saiyan. "Everything is in place. All we have to do is wait for the right moment now."
Raditz nodded his confirmation. "We'll follow your lead."
Broly didn't respond. He just kept his attention at the sight unfolding. The carriers had finally reached the docks, their hatches opening. Once the doors had open, soldiers from within the shuttles and surrounding the docks began to unload the vessels.
"On my mark, I want everyone here to fire their strongest attack at the nearest shuttle. Understood?" Broly ordered. Although the only two saiyans at present were Raditz and himself, other saiyans within hearing distance caught the order.
Slowly standing up, Broly gathered his ki, Raditz copying his actions soon after. With a war cry, the taller saiyan fired his blast, Raditz once again following his action. Several more ki blasts followed as each beam hit the closest carrier, causing it to explode.
Flames engulfed everything. Men screamed as they were burned alive. In that instant, the base was swarmed with saiyans. Buildings were destroyed as each carrier was attacked and destroyed. None of the human soldiers were able to use their weapons as they were struck down instantly.
It was barely twenty minutes from the initial strike that the humans surrendered, throwing down their weapons and raising their hands in hope to invoke the code of the saiyan warriors. Though reluctant, the saiyans took all survivors prisoner, holding them in one of the few unharmed buildings.
Jubilation was running rampant within the saiyan ranks. They had just struck a serious blow to the human control over Vegeta. It was now just a matter of time before they held the planet in their control once more. If everything went right, they'd even have crippled any response the humans could make, thanks to their men on the way to Earth.
Freedom was now within reach.
To dbzfan952: Thanks, it may not be a big deal for some authors but any milestone is something to think about, like keeping records. Yep, you guessed it from the beginning. I don't know what it is with you reviewers but ya'll have like a sixth sense or something whenever you want to predict whats going on in my head. No wonder I'm paranoid. And yay, I managed to cover all bases. Whew, that was close. Now to do the infamous DBZ narrator ending, "Stay tune for more Dragonball Z."