Trunks Saga:
Part 2.
Why?
CHAPTER:
A mechanical wheezing echoed across the awaiting battle field. As the wind picked up, swirling about like a weak twister, some kind of blue shrine began to fade in and out of existence. As it became completely solid, there was a loud thudding sound, as if it had just crashed as opposed to simply appearing.
Many of the "Time Agents" took an obvious step back... looking ready to flee... others visibly cowering.
Each one of these individuals had enough raw Ki to make them a planet buster, and there was a literal army of them, but whatever was in that box truly frightened them.
The doors opened, to reveal a tall man, with long curly hair... in a swashbuckling outfit. Looking fresh from a Halloween party.
Regardless of how ridiculous he looked... Trunks managed to catch sight of his eyes... and felt a wave of fear he hadn't felt since he faced Perfect Cell.
They were old eyes. Incomprehensibly old eyes... These eyes looked like they had seen stars born and die, and considered that a typical afternoon.
This man was ancient... and had been fighting all his life.
This ancient Warrior, stepped out of his shrine, and held himself with a type of dignity that implied he found gods beneath him.
The ancient young man, calmly walked up to Trunks. The army of Planet Busters, too scared to stop him.
"Why did you take the baby?" He immediately cut to the heart of the matter. But before Trunks could answer, the oddly dressed man elaborated. "Oh I know all about your plan. Raise a weapon powerful enough to act on your behalf, to prevent countless disasters. Total amateur hour for a Time Traveler.
"No, my question is, why him? You could take anyone. Goku mayhaps? You already know he has the potential for both power and raw goodness. You could simply take to training him when he is younger, and thereby make him more powerful much faster.
"He would have made a much more fit weapon, and you would barely have to alter the timeline, until you needed to.
"However, that isn't what you did. You took a child, someone who would grow into one of the most evil and villainous monsters in the universe. And thought... what?"
"Don't think I'm ignorant of your FIRST plan. You were going to kill the child in his crib. Save Goku, save the Saiyans, save the countless planets that babe would one day destroy. You took him, because you lost the nerve to kill him...
"You had already killed him once, in that other reality you created, with Cell and all that unpleasantness. Yet you felt compelled to undo that act of murder... Why?
"Was it guilt? Or opportunity?
"No, I suppose, a better question is: What if he doesn't grow up the way you intend? Will you kill him then?"
Trunks looked down at the babe in his arm. The boy hadn't even considered what he would do, if his plan didn't work. He doubted he had it in him to kill a child he raised himself. The baby looks so innocent right now. Surely he wouldn't go down the same path.
As Trunks thought, the babe reached out for him, and got a fistful of Trunk's jean coat... and Trunks instantly knew... he didn't have the nerve to kill something so innocent... something that trusted him so completley... and he wouldn't be capable of hurting the child, even if things went poorly.
If this tiny baby grewup to be the same monster as before... Trunks wouldn't be capable of stopping him. He might even defend him from the likes of Goku... galaxy be damned.
Because that was the issue, wasn't it? The Frieza, of his time period, destroyed dozens of planets a year, in his thousands of cycles of life... and had enslaved billions of worlds before his death. Trunks had seen the aftermath of the galaxy... and it had been left in ruins.
It wasn't just his home planet that needed saving, but countless other civilizations... and it all started with this boy...
Maybe Trunks really was in over his head? But he couldn't leave him with King Cold either. That man will guarantee the infant grows into a monster. His only option, this far into the game, was to go through with his plan, and hope for the best.
The oddly dressed man nodded, as if agreeing with words Trunks hasn't spoken.
Turning to the Time Agents, the ancient young man smiled. "I will be taking responsibility over these two."