Chapter 1

A hot breeze blew sand in the air as Gohan stood in defense against Piccolo. Just eleven

months ago, it would have seemed impossible for the little boy to be sparring with

Piccolo, but after months of training, the five year old boy was actually holding his own

against him.

"Ready Gohan?" I want you to give me everything you've got! Got that?" piccolo ordered.

Gohan nodded," Yes Mr. Piccolo." Then Gohan charged at Piccolo, punching and kicking him rapidly as he blocked every strike. Gohan was surrounded by a white aura as he punched faster.

"Come on Gohan! Those saiyans aren't going to be so easy on you!" Piccolo yelled. He then back fisted Gohan into a cliff side. The boy fell to his knees among the rubble." Blast it! Those saiyans will be here in one month! Is that all you've got?"

Piccolo walked up to Gohan, who laid flat on his face. Piccolo folded his arms in

disgust. Suddenly, Gohan disappeared, reappearing behind Piccolo and elbowing him in

back of the head and sending him crashing face first into the cliff. He fell backwards, and

got up, wiping the purple blood from his mouth as the gentle breeze continued to blow.

"Good job Gohan, I underestimated you." Piccolo smirked.

Just then, the breeze began to pick up. There was something strange about this

breeze…Piccolo could sense it. Gohan looked up at Piccolo.

'What is it Mr. Piccolo?" Gohan asked.

"Something…. something's coming! Hide Gohan, and keep your power level down! Don't come out until I say so!' Piccolo instructed. Gohan nodded and ran behind a boulder, keeping his power down.

The dust and sand began circling around one spot as the winds churned. Bolts of energy

began shooting from the ground. Piccolo braced himself for the worst, as a blinding light

illuminated from the spot. Piccolo shielded his eyes until the light faded and the winds died down.

Standing in the spot now was a strange machine.

"What…what is this!" Piccolo exclaimed. From the corner of his eye he saw Gohan peeking over the stone. "Stay down Gohan!"

Gohan gasped and ducked down again. Piccolo cautiously approached the machine.

Through its transparent dome, he could see someone inside.

Could it be…a saiyan?

Piccolo opened the dome, seeing that whoever was inside was unconscious. The man

inside did not stir. He seemed like he had a bad hit to the head. Piccolo shook him a little,

and he began to open his eyes. He looked up.

"P…Piccolo?" He said quietly.

"What is the meaning of this?" Piccolo demanded." Who are you and how do you know my name?"

He looked up baffled, but then looked down at his dashboard.

"Oh no!" He exclaimed," I went back in time instead of forward! Not only that, but I'm out of fuel! I'm stranded in the past!"

Piccolo looked confused. "Who are you? Are you a saiyan? Answer or die!"

"Uh…my name is Trunks.' Said Trunks." I'm from…oh how should I say this? Wait…have you been to Namek yet?"

"Namek? What is this Namek you speak of?" asked Piccolo.

"Okay…so it's before that. Do you know who Vegeta is?" Trunks asked.

"What are you talking about!" Piccolo shouted, obviously getting agitated." Answer me! Are you one of the two saiyans that the saiyan Raditz warned us about? Well, are you?"

Trunks looked stunned." I…I'm that far in the past! Oh no! My father hasn't even come to earth yet!"

"You're speaking nonsense! If you're not a saiyan then you're wasting my time. Away with you!" Piccolo yelled.

"Okay…I shouldn't interfere…it would only create a new reality and mess everything up again…"Trunks said, more to himself than to Piccolo," But someone's got to fix my time machine! Only my Mom could do that! I'll have to interfere just this once…"

Suddenly a voice came from behind a boulder." Hey mister, are you from Capsule Corp.?" Gohan asked, noticing the logo on the time machine.

"Gohan, I told you to stay down!" Piccolo yelled.

"Its okay, I'm not your enemy." Said Trunks." Yes I'm with Capsule Corp."

"Well then, be gone!" said Piccolo," We have no use for you humans disrupting our training!"

"Human? Now wait just a minute! I-" Trunks began, before shutting his mouth because at this point it would be unwise to admit being a half-saiyan.

"Well I can see by your power level. You're a waste of our time." Said Piccolo.

"Hey, I'm stronger than both of you combined!" said Trunks, who did not appreciate being called weak. He stepped out of the time machine and tried to power up. But…nothing was happening! 'Wait…what's…what's wrong with me?"

He tried to shoot a ki blast. Nothing happened. He tried to fly. Nothing happened.

"What the…why isn't it working!" Trunks yelled, as Gohan giggled at him. He then noticed a stinging pain in the back of his head." Wait…could it be because I hit my head?"

Trunks looked back at the machine, noticing the frog peeking over the edge.

"This is all your fault!' Trunks yelled, picking the frog up and shoving it in its pocket. He turned to face Piccolo and Gohan. "Umm…would it be too much to ask…for one of you to give me a ride to capsule corp.?"

"Let me think…YES!" Piccolo snapped.

"But Piccolo, we can't just leave him here, can we?" asked Gohan.

Piccolo thought for a moment." You're right, he would do nothing but distract you. I'll take him, if only to be rid of him! I want you to continue training while I'm gone Gohan."

Gohan nodded, and began practicing his kicks.

"Come on, boy." said Piccolo, picking up Trunks." The sooner we get rid of you, the better."

"Alright Piccolo." said Trunks, smiling. "I'll be back for my machine later."

"And we'll be sure to be gone when you get there." said Piccolo, frowning as he flew off, carrying Trunks.