Fierce combat and spilled pride filled the Hyberbolic Time Chamber. Air shimmered like steam, and light flashed like Big Bangs, the explosion that started the Universe, were happening simultaneously. Indeed, Vegeta was firing Big Bang Attacks, the bluish ball rotating viciously. Trunks stared at the blast, waiting till the last second to dodge it. Boom! Smoke filled the area, shaking the whole room. Vegeta watched from his perch in the air. "Not bad boy." Was his thought before he bent backwards. Trunk's leg appeared right in front of him, a narrow miss. Trying to catch his father off balance, Trunks leaned forward and punched. Vegeta however was a natural and easily twisted higher into the air

"Boy, I've been flying longer than you've been alive." Slapping his palms together, Vegeta began firing yellow, arrowhead-shaped blasts in quick succession. "Arrow Armageddon!"he declared, and the blasts all zoomed for Trunks. The Super Saiyan looked at the onslaught and powered up his chi, choosing to fight instead of flight. The yellow aura kicks up with impressive intensity, soon to the point of becoming a solid orb. As the blast struck, Trunks curled up inside. Realizing what he was about to do, Vegeta slapped his hands together and angled himself. "Galick-"he began to say just as Trunks screamed and unleashed a wave of power. Electricity popped and crackled, floor tiles being ripped to shreds.

"Gun!" Vegeta finished, and a feral purple blast unleashed itself; The Galick Gun belonged to no one. Both opposing forces, Beam and Wave, met with the persona's of two innovators. Their ideals and what they stood for clashed, and finally melded. While the innovators would most likely bring salvation, these two manifests brought destruction.

The room filled with light.

"Do you feel that?"Krillin asks. Piccolo stops his leaning and stands up straight, shock evident. "Is that really them?" Goku narrowed his eyes. "Yes it is." Piccolo noted Goku's voice. "You aren't happy with this? Goku, their power levels surpass even yours. "

"Yes but is it enough to take on the Androids?"

"Absolutely Kakorot." Vegeta says from the shadows. Out he finally steps after another moment, Saiyan armor dismantled and torn, but his signature smile plastered to his face. Behind him, Trunks stood half a neck taller. His hair was cut into locks on the side, and the majority of his Grey, and in a ponytail. His armor too was deatroyed., but his eyes were far away, lost in something even Piccolo couldn't decipher. "So Kakorot, what is it about us not being strong enough?" Vegeta's enthusiasm was so infectious, even Goku smirked. "I just don't want you to get yourself killed Vegeta, you're quite fragile."

Vegeta laughed. "Yes that may be true, but the Androids have only had a day to charge, meaning they themselves are only at half strength. Trunks will be fine backup for me as we attack them." Krillin's eyes widened. "You-you're going to seek them out?!"he stuttered, perplexed. Piccolo smiled. "Of course. This is how the big boys play monk. And besides, I haven't gotten a good sleep in years. Let's see how they like it."Vegeta balled up a fist and let a some air move above it. "The battle will surely rip our clothes like this, we'll go now."

Krillin shook his head. "No way! As much as I hate you Vegeta, you're too strong a fighter to let just go get himself killed. Trunks may be strong, but can you take on 18 by yourself while he fights 17, or vice versa? And what about the other Androids that are left? You'll get jumped if you go! Goku stop them!" He looked to his long time friend. But Goku only stared at Vegetables with black eyes. The eyes of a Saiyan. "Do you believe you can beat them Vegeta?"he asks. Vegeta's answer is turning Super Saiyan. The force of the wind blows Piccolo's turban off, and Krilljn slides into a wall. Goku looks to Trunks. "Hey what about you? Are you ready to fight the Androids?"

Trunk's face mauls itself, becoming something entirely satanic as he screams. Tendrils of yellow course around him, and with whites for eyes, Trunks explodes, turning all 30 feet around him into a Flashover. When the smoke clears, Trunks hair is clumped up in golden spikes. His muscles bulge to the size of sledgehammers, making him look like he'd eat tanks, and what was left of the top of his Saiyan armor has shredded, revealing his chest. Or board, because every muscle was defined, his skin oily, and tinted with a glow akin to a god. Electricity, blue in color, flowed freely where ever it wished, snapping and reversing direction when ran into other sparks. "Ready."Ultimate Trunks growled. "Then go!" Goku ordered. With no more words, the two took straight up into the air until they were but small black dots to even Goku, and within a second were out of his sight.

Piccolo sensing Goku's body language, flipped backwards as the Z-Fighter launched a Ki blast at him. Sprinting for the door, Piccolo got his hand on it when he blocked a heel strike. Shoving Goku back he levitated slightly, slamming both his legs against each of Goku's forearms. Falling back in a hand stand, Goku twisted, trying to score a kick. But Krillin, realizing what the two were doing, fired a Ki blast and knocked the Saiyan off balance. By the time Goku recovered, Piccolo and Krillin had entered. "Oh No you don't!" He swore and with Super Speed entered.

Master Roshi turned the corner, happily humming with his Playboy magazines. "Eh?! Where'd everyone go?"

Trunks and Vegeta take the sky by storm as they fly, clouds trailing behind them. It's silent after several minutes, until Trunks says, "You didn't live in my time you know." Vegeta gives him a glance, but other than that maintains his flight. Trunks doesn't offer any follow-up, he knows Vegeta will reply. After a minute, Vegeta does. "How old were you?"

Trunks thinks about it for a time. "I was around two, and had only seen you a few times; you were training so often."

"Yet it did not help me?" Vegeta seemed annoyed. Trunks nodded. "Goku was dead by the time 17 and 18 attacked. In my time, you hadn't even become a Super Saiyan, and they picked you apart with laughter. Everyone was killed except for Gohan, but Piccolo's death meant you couldn't be revived."

Vegeta scoffed uneasily. He had fallen to laughter? Through the time streams he could feel the humiliation. And then to leave the boy on his on with Kakarot's son? How is it he, the Prince of Saiyans fell, but the son of a soldier lived?

"You saved him you know." Trunks remarks. Vegeta suddenly stops flying. "I what?!" he yells. Trunks stops also, turning to his father.

"Gohan told me about it when I was older, and missed you. He told me of a great man who fought the Androids to the death, body broken and skin bleeding. A man whose pride to die fighting saved him. And then he said you were my father."

Vegeta turned away and clenched his hands. "I was a fool."

"You were a man of honor." Trunks retorts. Vegeta narrows his eyes, and then begins flying. Trunks keeps up, unable to stem his feelings any longer.

"For the longest I trained, wondering what you did. Gohan said if you had a month longer to train, you would have been stronger than his dad. I learned all your moves that he had remembered, from Galick Gun to Arrow Armageddon. Not really my taste because I was too weak to upkeep the power or continue the attacks for long periods,but darn it I learned them. Mom was distraught the first few years, but she put on a brave face."

Vegeta chuckled to himself. Bulma was a tough woman, almost as tough as some Saiyans that he knew. Better with machines than them though…

"Yes, she is a tough one." Vegeta recited. Trunks smiled. "Dad?"

Vegeta looked at him. "Yes Trunks?"

"I'm glad to have met you."

Vegeta thought about his answer. It was not the first time he had thought of how to carry on his lineage, especially after Planet Vegeta was destroyed. How his son might be if he ever had one. Would he be as ruthless as himself, or as foolish as Kakarot, but with the fighting prowess of Gohan? Then, Vegeta looked at Trunks. The young adult in front of him, muscles flexed and hair yellow, had too achieved what was once legend. He was worthy, and not just to carry on the mark of the Super Saiyans.

"And I'm glad to fight alongside you too…my son." Trunks feral face smoothed into a smile, and the two continue to fly, the bond between them stronger than time itself.

The next chapter should be up later-LLL