Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fated ❯ Fate ( Chapter 1 )

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Trunks is finally able to transform into a Super-Saiyan... but... a sacrifice had to be made... he lost someone precious to him in order to achieve this...

Or did he?

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.10.2008 | Updated On: 11.10.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 467 | Status: Work In Progress

Fated

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Dragon Ball Z

A/N: This story takes place within the future time-line in the TV special History of Trunks. It starts out when Trunks goes to find Gohan for the last time… and finds him in a puddle of his own blood…

This is how I think it should have gone…

I was inspired to write this after listening to “Yet Another Day” by Armin Van Buuren (Feat. Ray Wilson) …here's the part of the song that inspired me the most:

I don't like this place at all

Makes me wonder what I'm here for

Someone take this pain away

I'm dying to see another day

Enjoy!!

Darkness. Bleakness. Pain. Ache. Hurt. Rage. Fury. Anger. Resentment. Despair. Anguish. Angst. Anxiety. Remorse. Sadness. Sorrow. Grief. Misery. Gloom. Denial… all of these words made up Trunks Brief's Life…

Trunks stood there, feeling the cold, merciless rain pound on him as he shook with misery; staring at the ruined body of his former mentor… the closest thing that had ever come to him as a father.

“Oh gosh no…” He said, not believing what he was seeing; staring at the disfigured body in the pool of blood. “What'd they do to you Gohan?!” he cried in distress, his voice trembling with sorrow. “You're my best friend… you were everything to me… everything.” He sucked in a deep breath but was unable to stop his tears from freely flowing down his cheeks.

“This just isn't fair!” he bellowed with resentment toward the world and its brutality. He walked over and pulled Gohan's limp body to him “G-Gohan! ...Gohan!” He clutched him closer, pressing his forehead against his former “big brother”, shaking violently with despair, “GOHAN!!”

He screamed in anguish, the rain falling harder and the lightning flashing across the sky as if mirroring the frenzied emotions within him. Trunks stood and clutched his own head, arching his back and neck back as he screamed in rage and agony.

“AHHHHH!!” he screamed and screamed; his fists so tight that blood began to flow from his palms but he did not care; he did not feel the physical pain… only the anguish within him. He screamed louder than he ever had in his life feeling the pain, the sorrow, the utter depression seep into him, wrap around his heart and squeeze tighter than he ever felt… and suddenly… something snapped within him and he was surrounded by a wicked force as he felt his body explode with fury.

For a moment, as the earth around him shook violently, his eyes turned teal, his hair became the color of the sun and he began to glow gold.

He had finally turned into a Super-Saiyan… but at what expense… his best friend, big brother, mentor, father figure's death? If that's what it took than he'd rather not have it at all… but now it was too late…. He had it and it was given in the cruelest of ways… with a sacrifice. He fell to the ground, slamming his fists on the ruined floor, causing it quake violently.

Soon his form returned to normal as his rage subsided to be replaced by pure grief as he sobbed against the ground, not caring anymore if his hands were covered in blood or if the constant rain and cold, merciless wind beating on him gave him pneumonia.

A while later he stood there facing the bitter reality that he was left alone with nothing but pain and suffering. He stood there in the rain for a long time… he felt numb now; though his eyes burned with the need for revenge… he turned, and ran…

“Over here! There's another one!” A short, raven-haired woman called a pair of paramedics as she crouched down next to a marred body. She turned him on his back and gasped. This man she had seen in her dreams… She frowned and grabbed the only wrist he had, feeling around with a brush of her fingertips; it was faint… but it was there…

He had a pulse.

She felt it but he was, however, slipping. She suddenly had the urge to stroke his blood caked bangs from his face. The moment she did his eyes opened. He had been swimming in darkness… fading away but something… something had called him back. He felt her touch… he opened his eyes and beheld a creature more divine than he had ever imagined.

Their eyes met and it seemed like time had stopped. They both knew that in some place, in some time… they were meant to find each other; they were bonded in a way that not even time could separate.

Gohan opened his mouth to speak but nothing would come out, just a strained, hoarse, guttural sound. “Shhh…” She said, gently running her fingers over his eyelids to shut them. “Rest now… everything will be alright.” She said. The paramedics rushed over and set the stretcher down. With great effort they lifted the heavy man and placed him on the stretcher.

“He's alive? I've never seen such a mangled body with even an ounce of life!” One paramedic said.

“He is.” Was all the woman said as she watched the man be taken the ambulance that waited nearby.

“Miss Videl, are you sure you want us to take him? It might already be too late for him…” The other paramedic said. Videl growled at the man, grabbing him by the collar roughly.

“Of course I'm sure! Just take him and heal him!” She snapped, pushing him away slightly. The men knew better than to question the daughter of the city's late champion. So there Gohan laid, his body being supported by various tubes pumping liquids in him attached to life supporting machines. Videl sat next to him in the ambulance, watching over the strangely familiar looking man.

The storm hammered against the ambulance as it sped through the ruined city. `Why is it that I feel like I've known him for years?' She thought to herself as the ambulance headed to one of the hidden underground refugee camps established after the androids began attacking.

At least this one was safe.

This one… would live to see another day - and perhaps live to fight it as well.

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End A/N: I hope you liked this intro; it was hard, having to watch that terribly depressing scene again in order to write this… TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!! :D :D