Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ And We Shall Be Victorious ❯ Chapter 2 - Trunks ( Chapter 2 )

And We Shall Be Victorious

Author: Ceryce

Chapter 2

~Trunks~

Gohan gulped, trying to keep is head clear, and his heart settle, but it was a losing battle. He had never saw such much misery and despair in all his life. Even Majin Buu was not half as bad as that. Who could have done such a thing? There was no way one being could have made so much damage. Trunks, where are you? We have been looking for more thantwo hours and it's almost night. Please be all right. I am here, we are here, and we will make things all right once more.

Seeing the others taking ahead of his, he hurried to catch up with them, his eyes hardening; I'm going to set you free from this desolation. I promise.

But looking down, trying to pierce the darkness that was slowly taking over, this promise seemed harder and harder to keep.

"Trunks…"

"There is word one for it: totally appalling." Goku was revolted.

"That's two words, Kakarotto," said Vegeta wryly.

One word or two, this was the most terrible thing they had ever seen. At least for the earth-raised Z fighters. As for Vegeta, he seemed strangely indifferent. Goku really hoped it was just a façade. He didn't want to think that the older Saiyan had already seen something like this, but then again, he was practically raised by Frieza…

The estimation of two percent of the population still being alive was a gross miscalculation. The number was closer to 0.50 percent, and then it was probably still too big. The entire earth was desolate and empty. There were no houses standing, no buildings, no nothing. They would have never guessed that once there had been cities here if it weren't for the debris that showed under the sand. There was practically no water and for the two hours they were flying, they did not see any animals except for the occasional crows and vultures.

Then there were the holes. The one that appeared near the ship was probably the smallest of all. And new ones still came out. It was as if the earth was disintegrating itself piece by piece. But the thing that was the most disturbing was the constant atmosphere. There was no way to explain it. It was oppressive, dark, and just plain evil. It was as if they were inside the gravity room, set at two thousand g, thirty minutes before it self-destructed, with Cell, Frieza, Brolly, and Majin Buu at maximum power while none of them were even powered up. Not a good feeling, even for the Saiyans.

The only good thing was that they could sense Trunks' ki and it was not diminishing, although it was still very weak. In other words, he was not dying. Thank Kami the search was going to end but not in the way they expected.

"I sense something over there! To the left!" Goku sounded relieved; he was truly beginning to lose hope of ever finding Trunks.

"Yeah, Dad, you're right!" Yes! Trunks, hold on; we are coming.

"Well, let's go!" Goku looked thrilled and eager.

He watched as his father flew over where they sensed Trunks ki "I haven't seen him that excited since we went to the mall to see Santa Claus," said Gohan in a paternal kind of voice.

Both Piccolo and Vegeta sweatdropped.

"I didn't just hear that,"said Piccolo.

"Me, neither," said Vegeta.

Two minutes after, the rain began to fall.

"Shit!" said Piccolo, flat out annoyed. "It's been three hours; where the hell is he?"

"Oh, Piccolo, relax," said Goku cheerfully.

"Goku," said Piccolo through clenched teeth.

"Heh … yeah?"

"Stuff it. "

Vegeta snorted.

"Where?"

Gohan fell out of the sky.

The night had fallen and they couldn't see anything from above. And, since they were approaching where Trunks's ki was, they decided to continue by foot. They were walking for around thirty minutes when they arrived at a large field, or it seemed like that when they looked at it from afar.

"I really hope he's not here," muttered Gohan, and even if Piccolo would never have said it aloud, he had to agree with him. Because whatever way you put it, there was no getting out of it. Finding your friend in a graveyard was not a good omen.

Because that waswhere the search for Trunks's ki had led them: straight inside a graveyard.

Goku went three shades of white when he finally spotted the reason why the only specie that seemed to survive was the vulture. "That must be the biggest graveyard I ever saw!" Walking hesitantly inside, he looked on the ground, slightly sick from the feeling of walking on…pieces. "There must be over ten thousand people in there." Sensing Vegeta walk pass him, he looked at his face and to his astonishment he seemed unconcerned by it.

When Vegeta felt Goku's eye on him, he just shrugged and said in a cold voice, "As long as he's not one of them, I don't care." And then he added to the surprise of everyone "What is bothering me is that people actually bury the dead."

Whileboth Gohan and Goku wore confused expressions on their faces, Piccolo understood him. When there is mass destruction on a worldwide scale, you don't stop to bury your dead. You try to save your life and hope for the best. The only reason why you would waste your time doing that is because you have nothing better to do.

"And the only reason you have nothing to do while there is a monster killing everybody in sight right in your own backyard is because you don't expect to win or live long. No use in fighting," said Vegeta, understanding what the Namek was thinking.

The look of confusion didn't leave the faces of the two Saiyans, but now a look of worry entered them.

"No time to lose, then. Guys, let's find him," Goku said in a serious tone. He was no longer smiling.

And they did find him. And he was alive. But now, they wondered if it was a good thing.

What they found nearly broke their hearts. Even the cold prince felt his supposedly inexistent heart shatter at the sight of his future son, even if he never showed it.

Trunks was kneeling in a pool of blood, holding something in his arm, close to his body, swinging slowly back and forth. His clothes were in shreds, his blood-spattered pants were in pieces, and his tank top was barely more than scraps of cloth. Various scratches and bruises covered his body and by the look of it, they had been there for a long time. Trunks' hair, which he had grown very long, was matted with blood and rain, and Gohan was sure that Trunks bathed in blood and dirt. There was no way all of this was his. If that was the case, there was probably more blood on him than inside him.

But the worse was yet to come. They could see what he was holding so closely against his chest.

Oh, Kami no, please…not that…

It was Bulma's head.

"Trunks…" but Goku couldn't continue. What do you say in those occasions? All is going to be all right? Keep the hope alive?

But before anyone could say anything, Trunks spoke.

"Oh, Goku, you're here?" Trunks didn't even seem confused or surprised; he seemed above such things. His voice was totally lifeless.

"Piccolo, Father, Gohan, I'm glad to see you there. But you shouldn't have come; the earth is a total mess. Gohan, you have grown since the last time I saw you." Trunks' smile would have been totally genuine if he wasn't holding the head of his mother in his lap covered in blood and drenched with rain. Now it just looked downright creepy.

Since it seemed that both Piccolo and Vegeta were not going to say anything, Gohan decided to make conversion and try to rouse Trunks from his stupor. "Trunks, what happened?" Gohan was trying to keep the horror from his voice but he failed miserably. Trunks…

As he was talking, he came closer to him.

"It killed her. And I don't know were the rest of her body is." Trunks paused a second then added in a matter-of-fact voice, speaking slowly, "I think he ate the rest." Before anyone could react to that, Trunks begin to talk to Bulma. "I wish you could be here, Mama, you wouldn't believe who came to visit us! Piccolo, Goku, Gohan, and even Papa! Isn't that great? I'm sure you would have been so happy to see them again!" He said all this in a childlike tone of voice, the whole time swaying slowly back and forth.

Then he turned to talk to them again in his normal voice. "I really tried to help her, but he was too strong and I was too tired. I swear, I think all the freaky aliens in the universe have to come here to begin their conquest of the universe. It's like a passing test. You just have to destroy the earth if you want to begin your conquest of the galaxy. If I hear one more time, 'I'm the most powerful being in the universe,'I will not be responsible for my actions." If Gohan could have thrown up, he would have. Trunks seemed totally out of it.

By now, Piccolo had enough. "Trunks, come now; we will bring you to the ship, or better yet, to your house." His voice was soothing and calm, with absolutely no effect on Trunks.

"The house is gone; I live in the underground city. Well, the part that still exists, anyway." He was slowly passing his hand through his mother's hair.

"It doesn't matter. We will bring you to the ship." Piccolo was desperately trying to find a way to make him move without upsetting him. The last thing they needed was a mad SSJ3 Saiyan on their hands!

Trunks looked at Piccolo closely then, at each of the Z Fighters finishing with Vegeta.

For a long moment, nothing was heard except for the rain pounding on the gravestones.

"I can't."

"Of course you can. Just let go of …Bulma and come with us. We love you and don't want to leave you here. We're worried about you. Now please, get up," said Goku pleadingly.

At that, Trunks smiled nicely.

"That's really sweet, Goku, but I meant I can't: both my legs are broken. "

That shocked everyone. Gohan turned aside and threw up.

"What?!" Goku was sick now. Kami!

"Both my legs, my right wrist, and my left arm are broken. I have a concussion. I can't see from my left eye. I am deaf in the right ear, and I think my spine is broken, because I can't feel anything from the waist down," Trunks said clinically.

"But you said your legs were broken," said Goku, confused.

"They were yesterday," said Trunks indifferently.

Vegeta had heard enough. Walking next to Trunks, he put his hand under his chin and lifted his son's head.

"Trunks, I'm going to put you to sleep. You're hurt and not thinking properly." Touching a nerve in the back of his head, Trunks went down.

Slowly, Vegeta retrieved Bulma's head from the iron grasp of his son and put it on the ground. Gathering his son into his arms he looked at him, his colorless bruised lips, his pale gaunt face, his drenched shredded clothes, his emaciated body … Without facing him, he spoke to Goku in the iciest tone the Z fighter had ever heard before, "Kakarotto, bring Trunks to the ship with your technique. The others and I are going to see if we can at least get a look on this new enemy."

Making a hesitant step toward him, Goku reached his hand toward him "Vegeta…" but his let his word trail after him, unable to say anything else. His heart was reaching out to the prince, but he knew nothing he would say, would console the prince.

Raising his hand once again to touch him to offer him at least a physical comfort, he stopped when Vegeta slowly turned to face them, and said with a glint in his eyes, and madness in his voice that the others hadn't seen since he turned Majin, "He's hurt. And someone is going to pay for that."