A soft calm ancient voice called out to him in the darkness. It was female from what he could tell.
"Trunks you have to survive. I need to meet you. I think you're the champion I've been looking for. We need to meet."
"Who are you?"
"I'm a kai you see, a kai of…"
Suddenly her voice disappeared and was replaced in the dark by a more gravely but calm voice. Its sound filled him with a bottomless rage. He wanted to scream at it, but it seemed farther off then her voice.
"My boy, do you hear me?"
A different voice asked, "The tranquilizer should be wearing off right?"
"Yes, my new friend. His liver should have begun to metabolize it. It was made for dear son after all his should work the same way."
He suddenly realized why everything was dark. His eyes were closed. He decided to open them. He was forced to do this slowly his lips were heavy. His body just realized he had was sluggish and slow. He felt as if he was moving in wet concrete.
As his eyes opened, he was blinded by the light. It stung his eyes. He couldn't make out shapes or objects.
"Well looks like your right doc."
"Don't be so familiar with our lord just because you did your job. Its Doctor to you turncoat or Lord or even Führer."
Trunks eyes began to focus as shadows and shapes took form. He came to the realization why he was blind. His head was faced upward. The lights above him were hot. The ceiling was white and was metal.
He panned downward slowly. His neck was stiff and unresponsive, but he managed to move it. His head tumbled down all of a sudden, and he was then forced to pick it up to see what was in front of him. Trunks frozen as he saw the glowing thing in front of him.
Those eyes, that hair, that face he had never seen them once but somehow, he knew who this was at a glance.
Out of those glowing old chapped lip the doctor spoke to him "Well hello there my boy… Now isn't this interesting. I feel like we've needed to meet for a while wouldn't you agree?"
Trunks eyebrows slanted down sharply. His teeth clenched and his face tightened. Whatever linger affect the drugs had on him were gone. He tried to violently move his hands and feet but found them restraint and his head locked in place.
He looked down to see the clamps onto this metal chair. He tried to active his ki or his strength but found he couldn't.
"Having trouble with your powers huh?"
Trunks eyes snapped back upwards and stared daggers at the old villain. Dr. Gero scratched his chin as he continued.
"A man of few words I see. I can respect that. Sometimes I think that my son talks a little too much."
Trunks growled out to him "Too scared to face me?"
"Not at all, but you see I'm not on Earth right now. My dear friend had called me away to see his project come to life in more ways than one."
Trunks noticed the two men in the room. It was Colonel Kurtz in an imperial officers' uniform and a hazmat gear up scientist. He glared at the bald brown eyed traitor for a mere second before focusing back upon Dr. Gero.
"Aw you noticed our mutual acquaintance. I wouldn't be so harsh with the Colonel. He only did what anyone with a brain would have done. But speaking of him and you, I would like to thank you personal for your gift to us. It's rare to get a cure to a disease that has even appeared yet. You can rest a sure that you have saved many lives. You even gave my protégé a brilliant idea in regards to Prometheus. A virus this easy to rewire is quite hard a find. But it's always easier when someone else has done the leg work."
He hissed "What are you going to do with it?"
The old doctor grinned at him "Going to gift fire to mankind. Now I must ask you which of my two cyborgs went haywire and why if you know?"
He snapped his teeth at him "Why should I?!"
"Don't be so obtuse. Seeing all of this must confirm to you that I had no intention of wiping out the human race. All of this work has been to save mankind and grow it. My work has begun our people's future. No longer our we trapped in one spot. No, we are among the stars now. Our colonies are numerous and growing. We now have allies (servants). We have achieved hegemony over a vast section of the galaxy. We are now set to triple or more our population. It'll be the biggest baby boom since the twenty century. Much better then living in a stagnate pool or clinching on to a dying pool like the one that you came from."
"Yeah great. You made a baby factory and stole from others. You want your murderous psychopath award now or later."
"The land we 'stole' was already stolen. PTO stole it from many of the lesser hominids that we have now liberated. All the great human empires stole to gain power. Just like how rich steal labor from the poor to make themselves richer. So is the same story as all throughout all of history. Humanity stole the Earth to make it their own. Humans are only native to east Africa, but we have made ourselves at home everywhere else."
Trunks spat at the hologram "Oh so just because others did it means it's okay to do it ourselves. That's the logic of a five-year-old. It was wrong then and its wrong now. What about now? What about the people your son's regime slaughters on a daily basis? You say that you value humanity, yet you help kill more of them then all you enemies do. What about their freedom? What about their rights?!"
The doctor chuckled softly "Aw yes those 'people' lets call them that. The homosexuals, the malcontents, the physical deformed, the mentally ill in short, the degenerates of us. They are parasites that attach themselves to the healthy body of mankind and drain it of its precious bodily fluids. Too many parasites weaken the body. The MO is the immune system culling the body of them. They may never get all of them, but it does make the system healthier."
Trunks froze in place for a while. He lowered his head and then began to laugh uncontrollable. His body trembled and he shook in his chains.
The doctor's eyebrows went up and asked him "What is so funny boy?"
Trunks continued to laugh when he looked up at the doctor. He was nearly out of breath when he began to speak "You… All this time… I build you up in my head as this unknowable evil that I couldn't begin to understand but know I know you and its funny. I see you now for what you are. You're an old man that thinks he kami, but you couldn't even get your toys to do what you wanted. You're just a sad old man that thinks if he says things loud enough it makes it true, understand me. You're not kami your just another dime a dozen petty criminal. You're as unique as a grain of sand on the beach that thinks it is the beach."
Trunks took some deep breaths as Gero seemed to have turned to stone. Refusing to move or react during this barrage of insults and yet offering no respond to any of it. Trunks calmed himself as he began speak again to the old man.
"Your right. I shouldn't let your future fuck up kill all these people. 17 and 18 will turn on you when you complete them. After that they'll hunt down the rest of humanity for sport. Evidently you messed up at some point in their development."
The doctor still looked to be made of stone. It was dead quiet now as Gero stared at him. His fury was being hid but even across stars Trunks could feel it from him.
"Well thank you again. I think I'll be making some changes then to my cyborgs." There was a long pause. "Well now I can't truly say that this was a pleasure because it frankly wasn't one. But I guess this was a very enlightening discussion for us both. Now I hope you don't get too comfortable. I was planning to wait until me and my protégé got back to dissect you, but I've changed my mind you see. The researchers will get a lot more out of a vivisect then a dissect. And adrenaline will do more us than any old anesthetic could in seeing your reaction to pain."
The hologram then disappeared in a second along with the chair he had been sitting on. Leaving Trunks alone with the two others. The room was now opened up to him. It was stark and empty. Its only features were the light the one-way windows and the drain at his feet for water or blood.
"Not even a goodbye." He then glared at Kurtz again. "Anything to add traitor?"
Now it was Kurtz turn to chuckle as he walked over to Trunks and got in his face. The bald somewhat round man's black eyes stared at Trunks's eyes. The eyes were like black voids that spoke of misery and horror to Trunks.
"Traitor, am I? A traitor to what exactly? To my now long dead King? Traitor to my dead country? Traitor to an army? What am I exactly a traitor to? Am I a traitor to a hole that I was dying in with the rest of them? Maybe I'm a traitor to my family? As my wife and son that are even now living in a home with light, food and medicine instead of starving? Or maybe I'm a traitor to a leader that doesn't know how to lead?"
He turned from Trunks and he looked to the doctor. "I guess you should be prepping him for surgery. Admiral Byzantium will want to see this himself…"
Suddenly there was a loud noise that was muffled by the thick walls and glass. A cruel look came to Colonel's face.
"For the love of Kami. He took out his blaster from his holster. Doctor run and get as much security as you can. They're coming for him clearly."
The doctor rush to the metal door but when he did it suddenly exploded. The door when flying and the man was squished like a bug when he was sandwiched between it and the wall behind.
Smoke pour in as three gas masked figures stormed in. Kurtz dove behind the chair Trunks was in as they shot at him. Kurtz put his blaster right next to Trunks head and fired. It caught one of the figures in the head. While another that had a very familiar swords on her back shot back hitting him dead in the hand. Kurtz yelp and fell down behind him.
Betsy's familiar but muffled voice spoke up "Well how'd do there."
Trunks opened his closed eye and barked out to her "You nearly hit me in the face."
"That's wants called marksmanship blue. Now don't sweat it. I couldn't kill you. I needed to even up the score between us you see."
She fired at the chair in between his legs and it exploded slightly then hissed. All of his ki came back under his control. He jumped up to his feet. His neck and limps cut right through the restraint like they were paper and as he did so Betsy throw him his sword.
He grabbed it midair and unsheathed it and turned around as Betsy removed her mask.
Trunks walk back to face Kurtz who was on the ground. His right hand was a black and melted. It was mess that was now a stain on his chest mostly without form.
Trunks pointed his sword at the man whose left hand fell to his side.
Kurtz in a shallow but desperate breath gasped out "Okay. I'm ready for it."
Trunks coolly looked at the maybe dying man. He shook his head and put his sword away and strapped it to his back.
"I'm not doing this for you as your not worth it. Now you should really thank your son and you should never get that hand fixed if you know what's good for you."
Trunks turned to Betsy and some of the other Resistance fighters that were coming in.
He nodded as he saw them"Let's get out of here."
"Not yet Trunks! They have your time machine. We need to get it back."
The Liberator on final approach to the Earth sphere
Kakarrot Gero was in his grotto on the ship. It would be hard for anyone to tell here, that you we're even on a ship considering the waterfall and flora growing and even some animals present.
In here it looked like an average day on a tropical untouched island. The sun was shining. The birds of paradise were chirping. The sand was warm and so was the water.
Kakarrot was on a folding table naked with an equally naked woman on top of his back stepping on him. Each of her steps on him elicited a moan from the tyrant of the Earth. Not far from them was Romulus. He was standing in attention without his helmet,
He stood like he was a bodyguard to his father. His face was red. All three of his eyes were not trying to look but could see everything right. He had been ordered to stand and the loyal son had been doing so. If he was nothing else, he was his father's most dutiful devotee no matter what.
Kakarrot moaned out to the dark-skinned woman "Your feet are like magic to my back."
"Your back my lord is filled with knots."
"Knots from my work. Knots from stupidity of the small minded. Knots from the lack of real challenge."
"You must do something about it my lord."
He gave off a deep dark chuckle "Yeah but I'll hold off on just murdering everyone for now. I mean who will worship me otherwise?" He spoke like it was a joke, but one could never be too sure with him.
Romulus stared at his father's face. He was attempting to study it like he always tried at times like this. His father was a puzzle that he was always struggling to understand.
Romulus however froze in place the moment Kakarrot stared back at him. His father's eyes were filled with blackness. He was never really sure what his gazes ever really meant. A cruel smile took his face.
"I've been thinking my son… We need to make some changes to you night schedule. Is Remus still seeking out your bed at night?"
Romulus knew that he already knew the answer to his own question. In a shaky voice Romulus responded "Yes." to him.
"Considering what I was informed of, that needs to stop. Your brother is weak. Maybe not physically but in head."
Romulus mouth attempt to open but was quickly slammed shut. He would never ever talk back to him or had he once in his life. Fear gripped him.
"Your darling sister explained how he listened to an enemy and was proven soft. You're an un-tempered piece of iron. You are going to tell him that he is no longer welcomed around you. I always found it odd that he came to your bed in the first place. A son of mine should never need anyone else but themselves."
The words struck Romulus. Remus had often come to his room at night. Remus was very much plagued by nightmares. While he was the main target of Livy's cruel words it seemed to hurt Remus more than him. Remus hated any attack on Romulus and cried about it frequently to him.
"You're a great example of this inner strength. It would be in his best interest if he learned this and stopped weeping like a woman. His sister is more of a man then him. You two are simply too close. You will no longer be so close."
"Yes, my lord." Romulus said back quickly, but he now felt sick. He could see those tears and that look of despair even now on Remus's face. That tail that so often wrapped around him would be so lifeless. Now it would not wrap around him again.
Kakarrot head turned up a he saw something that took his attention "By the way what's happening with your hair?" The tyrant inquired to him.
Romulus eyebrow raised and his fingers when to his head and he pulled down a lock of not green hair but a lock of blue hair. Shock took his face. He was unsure of how to respond but then he was interrupt.
The interruption was the sound of a boot stomping towards them. It was a sound that Romulus knew all too well. It was the sound of an Imperial officer of some sort marching to inform his father of something.
He signaled for the dark-skinned to get off of him and she obliged him as the MO uniformed man came to him with his laughing skull pin on his cap.
He stood tall but stiffly. At a glance Romulus could tell it was bad news they were always nervous to bring him bad news. The man was a bit sweaty and not because of having on a black uniform on in a topical beach environment.
He heiled and quickly began "My lord I have urgent news for you."
Kakarrot sat up and a sighed "Okay what now?"
The man quickly began "My lord this Trunks has just escaped his confinement with the help of the terrorists."
The Emperor made a phew noise "This is why you just have to do things yourself. We'll be arriving on Earth, soon right?"
"Less than an hour my lord."
"Good… then I'll personal deal with this problem myself then."
He then rose to his feet.
So, Trunks is loose and Kakarrot is coming bet that'll be a shock. I would love reviews for this and some older chapters. Hope everyone is chilling in their homes at a time like this.