Chapter 4

Trunks sat in the bedroom Bulma had set aside for him, looking down at the picture of Dr. Gero. Was he, the one who had caused everything bad that had ever happened in Trunks' life, really now his only hope of getting home? And if he was, how was Trunks going to get that fuel from him? Trunks had to think of something, and quick. Because if he didn't, something worse could happen. He could still be there…when his father arrived!

Trunks had seen about as much as he could stand of his father's dark side, and really didn't look forward to seeing him as a young man, back when he used to destroy planets. In the future Trunks was from, Bulma had told him once about how Vegeta was before they met. She said he used to be evil, and he wanted to sell earth to Freeza and steal the dragonballs. He even killed Yamcha, Tien, Chaozu, and Piccolo along with his bald-headed giant friend. But other than that, that was all Trunks knew about Vegeta's past. When he did meet his father, he hardly had the courage to start a conversation with him, let alone get him to tell Trunks his life story.

Part of Trunks was afraid to see Vegeta as the evil villain everyone said he was when he first arrived on Earth. But another, distant part of him, felt almost eager to meet his father when he was younger too. A father who he grew up dreaming about, but never had the chance to meet. Maybe he wasn't all bad…

Trunks was startled as the frog that caused this whole mess jumped onto his lap suddenly.

"Well what do you want?" Trunks asked it sarcastically, "You're lucky I don't sell you to some French restaurant so they can make fried frog legs out of you."

The frog opened its mouth and pointed inside with its hand.

"You're…hungry?" Trunks asked, puzzled.

The frog nodded its head, to Trunks' sheer amazement.

'You…you understand me?" Trunks asked it. The frog nodded again. It then pointed to a bar of chocolate sitting on the table. Trunks, somewhat stunned, picked up the bar and broke off a piece. The frog ate it hungrily.

"What? What is with you!" Trunks exclaimed. There was definitely something weird about this frog.

Just then, someone knocked at the door. Trunks went to open it, and to his surprise Yamcha was standing there.

"Hi there kid." Said Yamcha " I heard you're stranded here."

"What? But…how did you know?" Trunks asked.

"Bulma told me." Said Yamcha "So…you're from the future?"

"Well, I won't tell you your future if that's what you want…" said Trunks.

"Oh no I'm not here for that. Bulma seemed pretty convinced by your story, since you knew that the saiyans were coming." Said Yamcha with an uneasy chuckle. " Bulma also said you looked really strong. I wondered if you wanted to spar with me."

"Spar with you huh?" said Trunks. "Well you know, I would but…I don't know since I got here I lost my ability to do Ki attacks. I can't explain it."

"You do ki attacks?" asked Yamcha with wide eyes.

"Yeah, and when I'm able to do them, I'm pretty good at them." Said Trunks with a smirk.

"Well I wonder what could have caused you to lose your powers.' Said Yamcha, " Hey, maybe if we sparred, I could help you unlock them again."

Trunks thought it over. "Hmm, I guess it might work."

"I just got back from training with Kami at the look out." Yamcha explained, "I want to try out my new abilities."

Yamcha lead trunks outside. When they got to the front yard they assumed a fighting stance.

"Well, just go a little easy on me okay? Don't use any ki attacks." Said Trunks.

"Fair enough. Lets see what you've got." Said Yamcha boastfully.

Yamcha charged at Trunks, but Trunks jumped up in the air at the last second and came down at him with a kick, sending him skidding across the lawn. He flipped forward, landing on his feet, and charged again. Only this time, before he reached Trunks he faked him out with a fake form and appeared behind him, kicking him in the back. Trunks flew forward helplessly, but before his face hit the ground, he stopped.

Trunks' eyes widened as he hovered six inches above the ground.

I'm flying again!

"Hey, I guess you weren't kidding!" said Yamcha.

Trunks flew up high enough to put his feet on the ground. "Thanks Yamcha, I guess if I keep fighting, maybe I'll unlock more of my abilities. Hey, I might even go Super Saiyan again! And-- uh oh…"

Trunks stopped himself. He saw Yamcha's eyes widen at the mention of the word 'saiyan'.

"What! What are you?" Yamcha demanded.

"Err…what I meant to say was…"Trunks was interrupted as Yamcha lifted him up by his shirt.

"You're a saiyan, aren't you? I should have known! That was no time machine you came in! it was a saiyan spaceship!"

"No Yancha! You've got it all wrong!" Trunks pleaded.

"Oh do I?" Yamcha threw Trunks down," explain yourself then!"

Trunks sat up, crossing his legs. He looked down. There was no use. He'd have to tell Yamcha the truth.

"Okay, I'll tell you. I really am from the future, Yamcha. And I am a saiyan. Well…half saiyan. I never wanted to come back this far in time. I...I don't belong here."

"Is that so?" asked Yamcha sarcastically, though a part of him was beginning to believe Trunks.

"I'm not here to hurt anyone. If I were one of those saiyans who are coming in one month, I would have already tried to destroy everything and look for the dragon balls." Trunks explained. "All I want to do is get fuel for my time machine, and get back to my time as soon as I can."

Yamcha folded his arms. "Okay future boy. I'll give you a chance. That is, if you just do one thing."

"Yes?"

"You need to let me train you…so you can help us fight off the other saiyans." Said Yamcha simply.

Trunks' eyes widened.

I better get out of here…and fast!