Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Victory : Legends Never Die ❯ I ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Faia Saiyajin 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Martial Arts / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.25.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 942 | Visits: 243 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Martial Arts / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.25.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 942 | Visits: 243 | Status: Completed
title: Dragonball V : Legends Never Die
author: Faia Saiyajin
series: Dragonball Z
rating: R
-This isn't my first DBZ fanfic. Not by far. This is just the first one I've written that I thought others would enjoy. It's bordering on about 4 years old, and has undergone several re-writes (meaning I've actually decided to pay attention to the DB-Z timeline ...ehhehe... ^_^;). Anyway... here goes. Enjoy, and please review.
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Chapter I
"Trunks! Trunks!"
"Eh? Goten? What is it?" Trunks looked to his best friend, snapping out of his daydream. The purple-haired warrior had been sitting on the edge of his parent's huge property. Goten had exhausted himself, trying to find him.
Goten strove to catch his breath. "Your... your parents..." he heaved. "Are fighting again."
"Mother and Father?!" Trunks blurted.
"Yeah. You'd better go. It looks messy." Goten wheezed. Trunks zipped off, running for the dome-shaped yellow buildings.
"What could it be now...?" Trunks winced, as he pushed the button to open the main doors. Things had been going on a relatively even-keel, both of his hot-tempered parents managing to be civil with each other. It wasn't that they didn't love each other. Trunks knew that his parents were in love, or at least something akin to love. But the two of them were the most stubborn, prideful people in the galaxy. Buruma and Vejita could get into a heated argument over the most trivial things. Trunks remembered one of their recent petty skirmishes. It was over the idea of getting a cat, which of course Vejita refused, vehmently. Mother had stayed with her parents for nearly a week after that one.
He followed the commotion to the upstairs area, jabbing the door button hard enough to punch through the wall. The doors slid open, and Trunks was the only spectator in the Battle Royale. They stood in the center of the room, Buruma's private office. Surprisngly enough, the lavish furniture hadn't been destroyed.
Buruma and Vejita stood toe-to-toe, Vejita's high-hair making up most of his height. The pair were snarling at each other, round two of the obscenity-spitting about to begin. But Buruma looked upset. Like she had been crying.
"Father!" Trunks called. Buruma looked over her shoulder at him.
"Trunks...!" She turned, to join him in the doorway. Vejita grabbed her shoulder, withholding most of his strength. With his bare hands alone, Vejita was capable of destroying whole legions, without breaking a sweat. If he didn't watch it, his wife would be reduced to a thick red soup.
"No you don't! Not this time." He refused to let Buruma go. "You always put him between us. This doesn't concern him!" the Prince of the Saiyajin snarled.
Instead of waiting for his Mother to come to him, Trunks went to his mother. He put his hand over his Father's. "Papa. Let. Her. Go." Trunks said firmly. He met his Father's peircing black eyes.
"You insolent little whelp!!" Vejita snapped, releasing Buruma, and raising his hand to punish his son.
Trunks braced himself, waiting for the blow. But none came. Instead, Vejita growled, and grit his teeth. He turned his back on his son and wife, walking through the open balcony door. He was gone, a fading spot on the horizon, as he flew off.
Crisis averted, Trunks turned to his Mother, who was on the verge of crying again. "Mama...?" He embraced her, gently. "What was all that about?"
Buruma let herself weep for a moment, but then collected herself. She was Buruma, the President of the Capsule Corporation. She stood tall, fixing her mussed hair. "It's nothing." She smiled a little, looking off in the direction her upstart little husband had gone.
"I doubt that." Trunks said quietly. "I haven't seen you cry like this before." He smiled a little.
Buruma smoothed her white lab coat. "Trunks... I..." she looked at the floor for a moment. "Your Father and I..." She sighed, wondering why she was dancing around the subject. "I am expecting another child."
Trunks' eyes went wide. "Another..." His face split into a grin. "Mama! That's wonderful!" He embraced her again. He nuzzled his cheek against his Mother's soft hair. "How... how could Papa be so upset about that?"
The pair seperated, and Buruma smiled at him. Ah... how he had grown. He was such a kind soul. Buruma snorted lightly. But he had a streak in him, a moody, violent streak, like Vejita. She brushed his hair away from his face. He'd grown it long again, like he had during the Cell Games. It made him look so intense, so handsome. But naturally, Vejita would have something to say about that. "I don't know, Trunks."
There was a gentle knock on the door. "Who is it?" Trunks asked.
"Goten!"
"Come on in, buddy." Trunks smiled, as the door entered, letting Goten in. "Is...ah... the battle over with?" He asked meekly, scratching at the back of his neck.
Buruma laughed. "Yes, Goten. All clear."
"Whoo... thank Kami-sama." Goten plopped into a nearby chair, his long legs sprawled out. Unlike his older brother Gohan, Goten wasn't exactly the brightest bulb on the tree. While Gohan preffered intelligence, Goten was all about fun. Yet his father was indeed Gokou, and Goten had inherited his father's natural fighting abilities. He just ...pretended... he didn't care.
Trunks shook his head. "Idiot."
"Sissy boy." Goten shot right back.
"Thickheaded."
"Stuck up."
"Lazy."
"Prissy."
"Sore loser." Trunks smirked.
"Cheater!" Goten snapped. He still didn't take loosing in the Junior Division of the Tenkaichi Bodoukai very well. It was true, after all. Trunks had cheated to earn his victory. "And you STILL owe me those toys!"
author: Faia Saiyajin
series: Dragonball Z
rating: R
-This isn't my first DBZ fanfic. Not by far. This is just the first one I've written that I thought others would enjoy. It's bordering on about 4 years old, and has undergone several re-writes (meaning I've actually decided to pay attention to the DB-Z timeline ...ehhehe... ^_^;). Anyway... here goes. Enjoy, and please review.
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Chapter I
"Trunks! Trunks!"
"Eh? Goten? What is it?" Trunks looked to his best friend, snapping out of his daydream. The purple-haired warrior had been sitting on the edge of his parent's huge property. Goten had exhausted himself, trying to find him.
Goten strove to catch his breath. "Your... your parents..." he heaved. "Are fighting again."
"Mother and Father?!" Trunks blurted.
"Yeah. You'd better go. It looks messy." Goten wheezed. Trunks zipped off, running for the dome-shaped yellow buildings.
"What could it be now...?" Trunks winced, as he pushed the button to open the main doors. Things had been going on a relatively even-keel, both of his hot-tempered parents managing to be civil with each other. It wasn't that they didn't love each other. Trunks knew that his parents were in love, or at least something akin to love. But the two of them were the most stubborn, prideful people in the galaxy. Buruma and Vejita could get into a heated argument over the most trivial things. Trunks remembered one of their recent petty skirmishes. It was over the idea of getting a cat, which of course Vejita refused, vehmently. Mother had stayed with her parents for nearly a week after that one.
He followed the commotion to the upstairs area, jabbing the door button hard enough to punch through the wall. The doors slid open, and Trunks was the only spectator in the Battle Royale. They stood in the center of the room, Buruma's private office. Surprisngly enough, the lavish furniture hadn't been destroyed.
Buruma and Vejita stood toe-to-toe, Vejita's high-hair making up most of his height. The pair were snarling at each other, round two of the obscenity-spitting about to begin. But Buruma looked upset. Like she had been crying.
"Father!" Trunks called. Buruma looked over her shoulder at him.
"Trunks...!" She turned, to join him in the doorway. Vejita grabbed her shoulder, withholding most of his strength. With his bare hands alone, Vejita was capable of destroying whole legions, without breaking a sweat. If he didn't watch it, his wife would be reduced to a thick red soup.
"No you don't! Not this time." He refused to let Buruma go. "You always put him between us. This doesn't concern him!" the Prince of the Saiyajin snarled.
Instead of waiting for his Mother to come to him, Trunks went to his mother. He put his hand over his Father's. "Papa. Let. Her. Go." Trunks said firmly. He met his Father's peircing black eyes.
"You insolent little whelp!!" Vejita snapped, releasing Buruma, and raising his hand to punish his son.
Trunks braced himself, waiting for the blow. But none came. Instead, Vejita growled, and grit his teeth. He turned his back on his son and wife, walking through the open balcony door. He was gone, a fading spot on the horizon, as he flew off.
Crisis averted, Trunks turned to his Mother, who was on the verge of crying again. "Mama...?" He embraced her, gently. "What was all that about?"
Buruma let herself weep for a moment, but then collected herself. She was Buruma, the President of the Capsule Corporation. She stood tall, fixing her mussed hair. "It's nothing." She smiled a little, looking off in the direction her upstart little husband had gone.
"I doubt that." Trunks said quietly. "I haven't seen you cry like this before." He smiled a little.
Buruma smoothed her white lab coat. "Trunks... I..." she looked at the floor for a moment. "Your Father and I..." She sighed, wondering why she was dancing around the subject. "I am expecting another child."
Trunks' eyes went wide. "Another..." His face split into a grin. "Mama! That's wonderful!" He embraced her again. He nuzzled his cheek against his Mother's soft hair. "How... how could Papa be so upset about that?"
The pair seperated, and Buruma smiled at him. Ah... how he had grown. He was such a kind soul. Buruma snorted lightly. But he had a streak in him, a moody, violent streak, like Vejita. She brushed his hair away from his face. He'd grown it long again, like he had during the Cell Games. It made him look so intense, so handsome. But naturally, Vejita would have something to say about that. "I don't know, Trunks."
There was a gentle knock on the door. "Who is it?" Trunks asked.
"Goten!"
"Come on in, buddy." Trunks smiled, as the door entered, letting Goten in. "Is...ah... the battle over with?" He asked meekly, scratching at the back of his neck.
Buruma laughed. "Yes, Goten. All clear."
"Whoo... thank Kami-sama." Goten plopped into a nearby chair, his long legs sprawled out. Unlike his older brother Gohan, Goten wasn't exactly the brightest bulb on the tree. While Gohan preffered intelligence, Goten was all about fun. Yet his father was indeed Gokou, and Goten had inherited his father's natural fighting abilities. He just ...pretended... he didn't care.
Trunks shook his head. "Idiot."
"Sissy boy." Goten shot right back.
"Thickheaded."
"Stuck up."
"Lazy."
"Prissy."
"Sore loser." Trunks smirked.
"Cheater!" Goten snapped. He still didn't take loosing in the Junior Division of the Tenkaichi Bodoukai very well. It was true, after all. Trunks had cheated to earn his victory. "And you STILL owe me those toys!"