Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Justify My Love ❯ Departure ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter Two

The sound of engines whirling sent birds residing in trees nearby fleeing from their domain. A cloud of dust rose as the machine powered up violently, making the ground tremble. Trunks fastened his safety belt and began punching in the time coordinates. He set it for exactly twenty years into the past. After the last dial was set, he continued to check all of the pressure gauges. Assured everything was set, he leaned back and looked out the window of the time machine. His mother and ChiChi were holding each other, wiping tears from their eyes. He was surprised she put her foot down like she did, it wasn't like her. After following her out the small cemetery, she went into the garage, pulled out the Time Machine capsule and began working on it. Instead of fighting her, he decided to try to make her happy once more. Anything to get her off his back.

Preparing to launch in ten…nine…eight…

As the computer counted down, Bulma moved closer to the machine. As it started to glow, she waived to her son. She did not know when she would see him again. She might be dead when he came back…if he decided to come back. But, it was alright. She had served her purpose and done it well. She raised a son in the dimmest of times and ended up with a wonderful young man. He would find a better life in the past, where people who adored him would surround him.

Seven…six…five…engaging boosters…

Wiping a tear from her eye, Bulma smiled. She began to back away as the heat grew around the craft. The engines turned harder as they were approaching lift off. The blue sky began to warp to a soft green straight above and the clouds nearby were blown away. Trunks put his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out two glossy pieces of paper. They were actually two pictures, one of his mother and one of Dominican. He kissed the picture of his fallen love and placed it on the dash. No matter where she made him go, he would never betray his love for her.

Four…three…two…one…ZERO!

In a flash of bright light, Trunks was gone. The ionic remains of the craft sparkled in the reappearing sunlight. Bulma looked on and extended her hand into the particles. The air was still warm. With her only child gone, perhaps for good, Bulma dropped to her knees and began to sob. ChiChi knelt down and tried to comfort her life-long friend, but she knew it was no use. She knew all too well what it was like to loose a child.

"Come on, let's go back to my place and have some tea," ChiChi said, helping Bulma off the ground. She nodded and rose to her feet. She knew it was best…she did it because she loved him. That's what she had to keep telling herself. Maybe one day he would understand all the sacrifices she had made for him. Maybe…

Trunks held on to the safety bar as the craft traveled through time and space. It really wasn't the amazing sight that many movies and TV programs portrayed. In essence, it was a miniature black hole, like that you find way out in space. The scene is only pretty as everything is approaching the warp. After that, all is black. You can see nothing and only hear time literally flying by. The sound was unnerving actually. You can hear sounds of pain, sounds of joy, sounds of life, echoes of the dead. Time travel was interesting to say the least, and definitely the worse part of the trip. But, so far, everything was going good. All the lights was green, the ride was smooth and the echoes of the past and future zipped past. Assured everything would be fine, Trunks closed his eyes and rest his head back. He knew his mind was going to wander, wander to thoughts of the past and how he had no control over what happened. His torture continued. Visions of her soft, green hair, tousling as she straining to get free from Android 17. It all appeared to be in slow motion. Somehow, she had gotten her arm free…and she was reaching out. Her slender, blood-covered fingers stretching, reaching out for his. Her once sweet voice now strained with pain and fear was filling his head, calling out for him. But, he could not reach her…

Warning! Cabin pressure is dropping.

The voice coming from his dash finally broke him from his trace. He looked at the controls and studied them carefully. There was a leak in one of the air hoses and he was loosing precious fuel and oxygen. He had to make an emergency stop, but it had to wait until the last possible minute to ensure he stayed somewhere close to the time he was trying to get to. His fingers worked the keys, trying to stablize the craft. The red light still flashed and the voice continued to warn him of the pending doom. In a fit of frustration, Trunks slammed his fists into the controls, causing them to smoke and short circuit.

"Damn it," he yelled, scrambling for the extinguisher under the panel, knocking over his pictures. He cursed again and picked them up, making sure the didn't get burned.

Warning. Cabin pressure critical. Shutting down engine…now.

"NOOOO!" Trunks exclaimed, hitting the keys in no particular order. But, it was no use. Just as he had entered the time warp, a brilliant flash of color appeared and the machine stopped abruptly, making it fall to its side. Thick smoke filled the cabin, making it increasingly difficult to breath and almost impossible to find the two pictures Trunks had dropped. He frantically searched for them, but to was too much. About to be overcome, Trunks formed an energy ball in his hands and blasted the door off its hinges. Searching desperately for fresh air, he fell onto the ground, instead getting a mouthful of grass. He soon regained his composure and rose to his feet. As his eyes began to focus, he saw the damage done to the time machine. Aside from the door, the exterior was intact. But, the interior was a mess, complete with extensive electronic failure. As the smoke cleared, he crawled back inside to search for his photos. This time it was easy. He possessively snatched them up and placed them in his jacket pocket. Having everything he needed, he turned around and surveyed the area. He appeared to be in the right place. The area looked familiar and in the distance, he could see Capsule Corp. But, the city was a lot busier than he remember. The exact spot he was in used to be the outskirts of town. Now, it appeared to be a suburb.

"Weird," he said as he walked towards a road leading to town. He noticed the city was now called Satan City. He paused momentarily, thinking about the name.

"Satan…that's the name of the moron who thought he could beat Cell," he recalled. "I hope this city is not named after him."

Figuring all would be revealed as he soon as he got to Capsule Corp, he raised his Ki and slowly took to the air. After being cramped in that machine, a flight would be grand. Within a few moments, he was in Downtown Satan City. It certainly was different than what he remembered. There were so many people walking the streets, tons of schools, housing, malls and everything. But, all in all, it was boring. When he came to the past the first time, none of those things interested him. His only concerned was getting back to…

"Dominican…" he gasped as he spotted a green-haired beauty down below. He didn't get a good look, but it seemed so much like her. The same silken hair. The same stunning body. The same conservative but somehow sexy style of dress. It was her…it had to be her. He slowly descended to the streets below, keeping a close eye on the woman. She moved swiftly through the crowd, weaving to and fro. He almost had trouble keeping up with her on foot, but to ensure he didn't, he tagged her Ki and continued to follow. Finally, she stopped at a pedestrian crossing and he caught up to her. Without thinking, he put his arms on her shoulders and spun her around. The surprised woman gasped and she was turned about.

"What's wrong with you," the woman screamed while slapping him. To his surprise, the slap actually hurt and he held his now red cheek. He made a big mistake. It wasn't Dominican. It was…his mother?

"I…I'm sorry," was all he could figure to say. He was baffled. This woman looked like his mother, just like his mother. But, she was young, beautiful…with flowing green locks that captured the sunlight and glistened. She was stunning. But, she wasn't Dominican.

"Yeah, I'm sure you are. How dare you put your hands on a complete stranger," she continued, placing her hands on her curvaceous hips. Trunks couldn't help but to look at her. She had on a fitted, red, knee-length skirt that hugged her curves and a matching red silk button up shirt with a smart collar. To buttons were open, slightly revealing her cleavage. He quickly darted his eyes away, finally realizing what that her was checking her out and bowed before she noticed.

"I am truly sorry. I thought you were someone I knew. I am apologize for violating your personal space," Trunks said sincerely. The woman looked at the man as he stood up. His long, lavender hair was still covering his face. She didn't get a good look at him, but she slowly scanned his body. He had on black jeans that hit him nicely, a black wife-beater that clung to his muscular chest and a black, leather jacket. He seemed quite attractive, all that was left was his face.

"Yeah, well I guess it's ok. Let me see your face and perhaps I could forgive you," she said, surprisingly with a straight face. Trunks pulled his hair back and stared at her with his deep, blue eyes. Her own set of ocean eyes widened and she almost fell back. It was her brother. But…it wasn't her brother. He was too young, his hair was too long and his body was too perfect. But, it was like she was staring straight at him. Frightened, she turned around without saying a word and ran across the street, though cars were oncoming. She dodged them with incredible agility and was out of his sight, lost in the crowd across the street.

"Hey, wait," he yelled, but she was already gone. He scratched his head and looked at the afternoon sky. He was dirty and hungry. It was time to arrive at Capsule Corp and see his Mother and Father. He again took to the sky, making everyone around him drop what they were doing, point and stare as he flew off.

Soon, he was on the Capsule Corp lawn. It was huge, much bigger than it was the last time he was here. The garden was a sweeping, miniature park, complete with battle scars. Yes, this was the right spot, for sparring had been going on here. Finding the walkway, he trekked the short distance to the front door. Taking in some air, he rung the doorbell and waited.

Inside, Bulma sat down on the couch as her daughter blabbed on about the day's events. Some male had angered her severely and her thoughts kept jumping around. Still, she listened intently to her daughter.

"And then he turned me around and I slapped him! But, his hair covered his face. I was so surprised he was still standing though. And then, he started checking me out, so I did the same and I asked to see his face and it looked like my brother! But, I know it wasn't him. He was up in is office probably screwing his screcetary, it couldn't have been him! Are you sure you didn't have anymore kid," her daughter said, seemingly in one breath. Bulma stood up and walked over to her daughter, hoping to calm her down.

"Yes, I'm sure I didn't have anymore kids. It wasn't Trunks. Like you said, he doesn't have long hair. He just carried a strong resemblance. Hey, it happens. Remember that woman we saw the other day that looked JUST like Marron," she chuckled. Her daughter laughed as well, but the moment was interrupted by the doorbell.

"I'll get it," her daughter said, bouncing to the door. She opened it with a smile, which quickly turned to a shriek.

"BRA!" Bulma yelled as she ran to the door. Her daughter held her hands to her mouth as she gazed outward. "What's wrong!" When she looked at who was there, she almost passed out herself. It was a person she hadn't seen in over thirty years, and she never thought she would see him again.

"Mirai…" she whispered. Trunks nodded his head as his mother and the woman he ran into stood before him. He was just as shocked. Was this woman…his mother's child?

"Mother…is this," he started to say, pointing at Bra. She nodded and grabbed him by the arm, dragging him inside. Bra yelled at her mother as she shut the door, but ignored her. It had been so long. She was glad to see him.

"This can't be. Why did you return after so long, Mirai," Bulma asked her son from the future. But, he was in another world. He couldn't believe what was going on. He had a sister. That stunning woman was his sister. The feeling of shame washed over him and he turned a bright red. Bra in turn, tugged at her mother's sleeve like a five year old, trying to get her attention.

"What's going on here," she whined, trying to get some answered. Bulma smiled and placed her hand on her daughter's head lovingly.

"Well, this is your brother from an alternate future…well, I guess it's the past now," she said, her smile still wide across her face. Bra nearly fell out. So this was the Trunks that saved Goku and helped beat the foe Cell many years before she was born. Her brother…this was her brother. She too blushed and moved from under her mother. This is certainly very, very interesting.