AU Series: Dragon Ball Z / Super. Chapter: Future Trunks, Part 2: 2nd and 3rd Chances.
( AUTHOR'S NOTE:
The Doctor, in this chapter, is from a different dimension then Snickersnack's Doctor. Using the Canon, "The Doctor died at Trenzalore." Only in his universe the Time Lords resurrected him as a Gamer, and brought him into their new universe, where the Master's new Missy Face was ready to forgive him.
This Doctor is pure Gallifreyian, and born from the Looms. Along with Susan being born as a Meta Crisis of all Time Lords [the nobles that earned their title].
with her being intended to replace the Time Lord General, when she grew up... and the Doctor took pity on the heavy burden, the Time Lord's placed on a child, and adopted her... against the Time Lord's wishes or understanding. As children are raised in communal clutches.
Snickersnack was never born in that dimension. But rather Susan was a combination of Herself, and the Smartholomew, interdimensional counterparts. )
Thankfully, The dragon foresaw the problem of branching universes. And Trunks was able to use his time machine, to sync the universe back together. Merging it with the main universe,
From here, he went back to Earth, to get the Z Warriors help when the Androids first appeared... which proved... stupid...
So Trunks used his Time Capsule, to investigate the perfect moment to interfere, on his own... and discovered... something...
Trunks' new temporal maps, showed him WHY the Frost Demons harvested so many planets... even why they destroyed many others. It turned out, most Frost Demons, weren't evil... they just... couldn't survive. Even Frieza's sadism, was a coping mechanism for his people's struggles.
The average life expectancy, of a Frost Demon, was a little over 10 thousand years. While children mature so slowly, it took a hundred years to age one. Not even reaching their majority until they turn 3000 years old.
Despite their slow reproduction cycle... Frost Demons were too powerful, to die from most accidents, and were immune to all illnesses, outside genetic disorders. So their people rarely died... which meant their population rose quickly, despite the low birth rate.
No, the Frost Demons weren't evil... they were desperate. With such a large population, they couldn't gather enough resources to support themselves... not without conquering planets.
Even destroying worlds, served its purpose. As a planet's destruction, by a Ki blast, triggered a chain reaction. This meant, many of the asteroids the planets were reduced to... had veins of Lyrium. Which the Frost Demons needed to eat. Where naturally occurring Lyrium was exceedingly rare.
Unfortunately, Trunks didn't discover this until he acted. Having killed Frieza
King Cold was laying on the floor, a bloody mess. He tried to get up, tried to force himself up. Everything in him screaming to get up... but he couldn't, his body was a mass of broken bones. Though, strangely, no fatal wounds had been landed.
The creature that did this to him? Some tiny humanoid. Peach Skin, blue hair, and barely looked like he finished puberty.
Yet the teenager had the power to best King Cold? That would induce all kinds of rage, if the god king of the Frost Demon race, didn't have other priorities.
The boy was stepping over to Frieza's crib. Clutching his sword... ready to murder the child, only a few days old. He stood there, for several moments... with King Cold feeling a level of panic, only a parent could. After far too long of deliberation. The boy put his sword away. King Cold nearly sighed with relief... that is, until the boy picked up the babe, holding him close...
Without saying a word, the boy turned around, and walked out of the room. Taking the baby with him.
Trunks... really didn't know how things had escalated to this. All he wanted to do was save his dimension.
A pair of Bio-Androids, had gone rogue and destroyed the world. Killing many people across his planet.
Trunks had gone back in time, to save the future... and Nearly made an even worse reality, by unleashing an even greater threat, in the form of another Android, named Cell.
They had just barely managed to defeat that enemy, and finally save the Earth... only for Trunks to realize he hadn't made the future any better.
The Frost Demons were still a plague across the galaxy. They needed to be stopped. By killing the greatest villain ever known. The one that destroyed so many lives. The one that tormented his own father... how did this happen!?
Frieza had destroyed hundreds of worlds, and enslaved thousands more. After Frieza, and more importantly his father, died... well, civil war had broken out with the slaves... a war they lost.
There was so much more Trunks had to do, then save his own world... even if it meant he might not be born in this new reality.
So Trunks went back to a moment, within King Cold's fortress... just after Frieza's egg hatched...
Not just Goku, but the Saiyan race, itself, and the dozens of hundreds just like it. So many trillions of lives... he could save them... all of them. If he just had the nerve to remove one monster.
A desire to save all of reality, somehow, resulted in Trunks adopting a mass murderer.
Trunks heard a mechanical wheezing, as the wind picked up, and some kind of blue shrine began to fade in and out of existence. Becoming solid.
A young man, as he appeared just 10 years older then Trunks, stepped out of his shrine. He was dressed like a college professor... but with pants too short, showing off his dark socks... and a ridiculous fez on his head. Which somehow emphasized the Bowtie. All three items clashing shades of red.
Calmly walking up to the boy. He held a confident swagger... and easily felt equal to Trunks in power... if not stronger.
"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. To take on Cell and your enemies.
"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...
"So 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 arms. 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 thinks, the babe reached out for him, clutching his jean coat. Trunks instantly knew... he didn't have the nerve to kill something so innocent... 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, and enslaved thousands of others. 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.
"I've decided," The odd man smiled. "I'm gonna help you."
For 12 hundred years, the Doctor managed to remain anonymous to history. Oh, he still helped where he could, but he had gotten better at hiding his exploits from History.
Right now, his priority was making sure Frieza grew up right. Thankfully, the boy was turning into a fine young man... despite how long it was taking.
Frost Demons really do take far to long to mature. After over a thousand years, Frieza had only just entered puberty. Made apparent by his shrill voice cracking and squeaking.
Stepping into the kitchen, the Doctor spotted the Tween sitting at the table. Pouring himself a bowl of cereal. The boy was in his Base form. A largely pink form, which was a cross between a reptile and an amphibian.
He had cotton candy pink skin, with occasional patches of white and purple, on his exoskeleton. He even grew horns for his base form, on his much clunkier head, that looked like a naturally occurring helmet.
"How's the training going?" The Doctor forced a smile. Giving the child the attention he deserved.
"Annoying," Frieza grumbled. "This is a lot harder then I thought it be," He complained as he ate his tiny marshmallows. The Doctor could make him a lush breakfast of bacon and French toast, but the boy preferred his Lucky Charms. The child shoved in a spoon full well asking, "Why do I even got to learn this stupid form!?"
"It's been explained to you," The Doctor smiled.
This 'training' was rather simple. The boy was supposed to walk around, in his Base Form. It was Kinda the reverse of Saiyan training. Where Saiyans had to learn to hold their most powerful forms. Frost Demons had to learn to suppress their power. As training, in their repressed state, allowed them to increase the power of their true form. While also teaching them restraint.
Currently, they were just having him do his usual chores, and home schooling assignments. As to get used to the weaker state. To see how long he could hold it.
"And don't talk with your mouth full." The Doctor gently scolded.
The boy quickly swallowed, "Sorry... but this training is so stupid. I'm tired all the time and I'm not even doing anything!" The boy suddenly wailed, "Can't you talk to dad?"
The Doctor laughed, "You think he'll listen to me? F.T. is near unmovable when it comes to your training."
"YEAH! But normally we do fun stuff! LIKE SPARRING AND PRACTICING KI BLASTS!!! Right now, I'm just kinda walking around as a pink lizard. Is really easy, but I feel drained all the time. So dad won't let me do any proper training! Is totally unfair!" The little boy wailed. He did love to fight.
The Doctor opened his mouth to comment, but a new boy entered the room. Trunks rested a hand on Frieza's head, rubbing the exoskeleton, as if it was hair in need of ruffling. Trunk's own hair, was a light blue... in a bowl cut. So there were worse things then being part of a race without any hair at all, Frieza supposed.
"I know it's hard," Trunks smiled patiently at his son. "But the longer you hold onto this form, the easier it will be to use it. It will force you to learn control. Even over your True Form. Which should only be used sparingly. Can't have you accidentally destroying a moon."
Frieza just pouted. Which caused Trunks to sigh. "I know the training for it isn't exciting," Trunks spoke up. "but it will help you interact better with other kids. You're the one begging us to send you to a public school."
Frieza sneered, "WHAT KINDA SELF RESPECTING BOY WANTS TO RUN AROUND A SCHOOL ALL PINK ALL THE TIME!!!" The little boy shrieked. His adolescent voice hitting a pitch that hurt dogs' ears.
"Use your inside voice," The Doctor lightly scolded, and Frieza immediately adjusted the volume. "Is this about those kids that were teasing you?"
Frieza shifted in his seat, "... no..." the boy sounded rather unconvincing.
"You are very handsome, no matter what form your in," F.T. assured.
The boy just shrugged, looking all mopey.
"Tell you what," F.T. looked concerned. "Why don't we take a break from training your base for-"
Frieza suddenly shifted back to his original form, not a millisecond later.
His horns fully reseeded, and his exoskeleton became much smoother. Now an albino white, with a single purple line on the backs of his forearms and forelegs. As well as a purple patch on top of his head, in place of hair. Then a similar patch in the center of his chest, which couldn't currently be seen under his Pokemon shirt. As the Doctor made him clothes that would shift with his form.
"Thanks dad," the boy bounced up from the table, and ran out of the room. Nearly tripping on the legs of his baggy pajamas.
Trunks blinked, before looking at the Doctor, "I think we've been had."
The Doctor smiled, "He does have a way of manipulating us, doesn't he?"
Trunks suddenly looked worried, and the Doctor immediately responded by slapping him upside the head. "You seriously need to stop looking for 'evil' traits in the boy. All children are demons that try to manipulate their parents. He is a perfectly normal child, but if you keep freaking out whenever he does something bad, he will live down to your expectations. Just as any child would."
The young boy sighed, "I know. Its just easier said then done."
"Relax F.T. we've done a good job with that boy."
"Please stop calling me that," Asked F.T.
"Alright but it is a bit of a mouthful to call you ' Future Trunks' all the time."
"My name isn't Future." Future Trunks deadpanned.
"True, but it doesn't exactly hold the same ring to say 'Time Abnormality Trunks'." pointed out the Doctor.
"You could always just call me 'Trunks,' as that's my name." insisted 'Time Abnormality Trunks'.
"We have had this talk before," The Doctor smirked. "Technically this Timeline already has a Trunks of it's own. Or rather, it will one day.
"As a 'time abnormality', the Fates have no control over you. You literally decide your own destiny. The only reason they haven't eaten your soul, for such an insult, is because of me. So a little appreciation would be nice."
Trunks sighed, "Thank you Doctor." He repeated something he said often, whenever the Doctor got in one of his lecturing moods. Sometimes Trunks felt like the Doctor thought Frieza wasn't the only child he had onboard this Time Machine... the fact the would actively spank and ground him, and even introduce himself as Trunks "Adoptive Father"... well... maybe Trunks should just accept the Doctor saw him as some kind of "Immortal Child".
A few hours later, The Doctor was walking passed little Frieza's room... and caught a strange sight.
The boy was standing in front of a long mirror, frowning and poking at his pink arm. He was standing in nothing but his Pokemon underpants with his shorts and Tshirt on the bed.
The boy blushed purple as he looked over at the Doctor. Then hesitantly looked back at the mirror. "Why do I have to be pink?" The boy frowned as he poked his skin again. "People keep mistaking me for a girl!"
"That shrill voice doesn't help," The Doctor smiled as he came into the room. Sitting on the bed so Frieza could see him in the mirror.
"GEEZ THANKS!" The boy rolled his eyes. Then looked back at himself, not at all happy with what he saw.
"There is nothing wrong with the way you look. Pink is a common skin color for your species,"
"SO IS PURPLE!!!" Frieza sneered at the Doctor's reflection. "Why can't I be purple! Pink is just the WORST color!"
The Doctor shook his head. "You don't need to be so worried about being girly. That isn't even accurate. Boys and girls aren't really all that different for most species. Some are tough and sporty, where others are gentle and nerdy, and everything in between.
"Gender has really nothing to do with it. It is more cultural norms that cause the differences, and those are imposed purely by people thinking how others should be.
"You shouldn't be so concerned about what they demand of you. You are beautiful, don't be ashamed of it, own it. Be confident in yourself and most people will respect you for it."
Frieza sighed, "I get it."
"No you don't," The Doctor shook his head. "I have yet to meet a teenager, that has the slightest bit of confidence in who they are. You're just beginning to figure that out.
"Your father wants you to be a great warrior. I would like it if you lived the life of a scholar. It is entirely your decision who you will be, and you don't have to live up to either of our expectations. You could become a stay at home dad, a janitor, a dojo master. A man completely anonymous to history, but still just as important as a king.
"All that matters, is in the end, that your happy. That you grow up into someone who is kind, and doesn't care they are pink. All you have to do is learn to be happy with yourself, and your father and I will be proud whoever you growup into."
Frieza smiled, "You always give the cheesiest speeches," the boy shook his head.
"I'm an old man," The Doctor smiled, through his youthful looking face. "It's my prerogative."
"Thanks Grampa... but I still don't want to be pink," the boy's body began to shift, twisting into an assortment of different forms until turning back into his last. His snow white form with purple patches.
Because of this 'Annoying' training, it was much easier to ascend through his various forms. He was a minor shapeshifter by nature. Having a few predetermined transformations locked in his biology.
Frieza insisted. "But I think I prefer this face above the other's." It was, after all, his true form... with a noticable lack of pink.
"Indeed," The Doctor nodded, "I probably understand better then others, about what it is like to change your face. Although my weirdness seems limited compared to your's.
"This form is still you, but so is your Base Form. You shouldn't reject it. As the stronger it gets, the stronger your True Form becomes. If you stay in this form all the time, you won't advance nearly as quickly."
"Not everything is about power," Frieza shrugged.
"Good lad," The Doctor smiled. "I just wish such a mature sentiment wasn't forged through insecurity. Pink is cool. Don't let anyone tell you different."
"Purple is cooler," The boy snarked. Always wanting to get the last word in, so the Doctor let him.