Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nakama ❯ Chapter 3: Ninmu Shippai ( Chapter 3 )

Nakama

Chapter 3: Ninmu Shippai (Mission Failure)

Funny, how things can be so much different than you'd expect them to be. For instance, Mirai Trunks never imaged that his father would show he cared.

But he did.

And Trunks certainly did not expect that facing *them* again, would be so hard. After all, he knew he was going to live.

When he returned to his own time line, Trunks soon confronted the two androids. His confidence was bigger than ever before. He had reason to be confident. The teenage boy had faced enemies far stronger than those two. But even though he was certain he outmatched them in strength, he was uncertain if he was able to face them properly. It was on an ordinary afternoon when he took off to finish it. Finish them, once and for all.

"Hey look, it's Trunks" Seventeen said. He didn't sound surprised, at all.

Eighteen turned around and looked at him. She noticed a change in the boy. Why, she didn't know. But for some reason, the brat had become a man. It confused Eighteen that she even noticed the change. Maybe after all these years fighting the same brat made her notice these things. She cared little and brushed her hair out of her face, as usual.

"My, you seem very confident today." Seventeen remarked as he watched the young warrior approaching.

Trunks didn't reply, and just stared at the twins. He glanced at Seventeen, and turned to Eighteen.

She knew.

She realized at that point, that she would die here today.

Her eyes widened slightly upon her realization, but she didn't move an inch. She didn't even flinch or bother to tell Seventeen of her discovery.

Seventeen had no clue. In fact, he was already bored with Trunks, before the so called hero could even speak. But he didn't speak. He stared at Eighteen.

And not surprisingly, she stared right back at him. That little boy had grown up, indeed. She smirked, or forced her face to resemble something like a smirk.

"You remember this place, don't you." Trunks said.

"Huh? What are you babbling about?" Seventeen blurted out, before Eighteen could even think of the question. Did she remember?

She looked around and saw the same scenery as always. Destroyed buildings, smoke, holes in the ground, bloodstains and noises.

Faint noises, soft crying. This was the first time she took notice of it. The girl android listened closely, and looked in the direction the crying came from. It was a little boy, in the corner of a destroyed house. He was holding a doll, or part of it, anyway.

With a sob, he whispered the name of a girl. "Mitsuko." He cried softly. "Niichan."

Her eyes rested on the little boy with his tears. The tears fell on the ragged doll and it was at that moment that he looked up and saw the android.

Eighteen expected him to run away in terror, like every other human would have done. Instead, the boy sniffed loudly and shook his head. It was as if he disagreed with her.

Eighteen forced herself to look away from the boy. He had the nerve to judge her actions, but she didn't care. She didn't care he had lost a sister, a home. She didn't care he was all alone and hurt. Eighteen didn't care he wouldn't stop crying. But she did realize that she had caused those tears.

Then, she suddenly *did* remember.

"Gohan." She said softly.

Seventeen frowned at her, and Trunks nodded slowly.

"It was right here." The boy remarked.

Eighteen nodded slowly.

"I am surprised you remember."

"Do it now." She ordered.

Both Trunks and Seventeen looked at her with confusion. Seventeen, because he had no idea what she was talking about and Trunks, because he was surprised she wasn't going to fight it. Him.

"Don't think I won't do it. I have no other choice."

"I'm not asking for an explanation. I don't care. Just do what you must and get it over with."

"Sis, honestly, what are you talking about?"

Eighteen sighted with annoyance and glared at her brother.

"Seventeen, sometimes you have no clue. The kid is going to kill us."

His eyes widened for a moment, but then he suddenly burst out into laughter.

"Good one! That's the best one I've heard in years!" he laughed. The evil laughter filled the empty neighborhood and the soft crying of the boy further away stopped.

Eighteen glanced over at the kid once again, but he was standing now, ready to run away.

They all seemed to do that.

"Stop laughing." Trunks barked.

Seventeen indeed stopped and looked at him.

"Wow Trunks, you *have* changed. What have you been up to. Are you high on anything?"

The android laughed at his own joke, and suddenly, Eighteen became even more annoyed with her own brother. His ignorance was infuriating, and his jokes were even worse.

"I didn't come here for your entertainment, Seventeen. I'm here to finish you off."

Seventeen nodded, suppressing his laughter.

"So I heard. You realize it was only last week since we nearly killed you?"

"Don't be a fool, Seventeen. Can't you see how much he has changed?"

She looked at him and noticed how he seemed taller and muscular since they last met. True, the last time they encountered each other, they nearly killed him and left him unconscious, but this had happened so many times before. And throughout the years, the boy only grew stronger. Eighteen caught herself on looking forward to their battles. She regretted none. She regretted nothing. She knew no regret, wasn't programmed to feel that way, but she did feel *sorry* for only one thing.

And it had to do with the young man in front of her. It was all about him and killing his best friend.

Maybe sorry wasn't the right word for it. Sorry meant regret and she had none. But maybe killing one of the few people that boy had left was a mistake. Even though mistakes were impossible for her. She was perfect, after all. And mistakes would mean failure. Failure was impossible.

"Come on, Eighteen. You can't honestly be serious. This is Trunks we're talking about. The boy! Our favorite toy!"

If only androids could have felt ki's. If only the two siblings understood how strong he really was.

Right then, Trunks decided he would she them his strength. The energy around them surged into a golden aura when he turned into a Super Saiyan. Both androids had seen the display over and over and weren't impressed. They had killed Super Saiyans before, and fought this one so many times.

Seventeen stared at the young Saiyan with a blank expression.

"Again?" he said, "You are going to kill us now, right?"

"I am going to make up for everything you two have done." Trunks snarled.

"Good." Seventeen replied. "I'll give you a hand then." He said and shot a ki blast from the palm of his right hand. Trunks didn't take his eyes of the android, but merely flashed, allowing the blast to hit the ground behind him.

Eighteen sighed, and brushed another strain of hair out of her face. She watched as both men were trying to impress each other.

Seventeen shot another blast from the same hand, again avoided by Trunks. Then, all of the sudden, the android kept shooting short blasts from him palm, in an attempt to hit Trunks. Trunks had flown upwards and was floating in the air in front of them.

The black haired android laughed shortly and aimed his other hand at Trunks, releasing an enormous blow.

Trunks avoided it easily and kept on smirking at the android. The blast hit a building behind Trunks.

There it was again, that sound. First, the sound of the blast flying through the air. Then, the sound of the impact. And slowly, the rumbling. Parts of the already half destroyed building began to fall down.

At first, Eighteen just noticed the sounds. When she slowly turned her head to see what had been destroyed this time, she saw it. In an instant, too much happened.

The little boy was still standing there, holding the doll, looking at her.

Was he crazy?

Eighteens eyes widened at the sight, and before she knew it, she had gained the attention from both her brother and Trunks, by screaming,

"Watch out!"

Trunks froze and narrowed his eyes, but the blonde android had vanished.

He blinked in surprise as he couldn't spot her that easily, but then he saw the look of disgust in Seventeens eyes. It wasn't that often that the android showed emotion in those eyes, but something had really shocked him. He slowly turned his head to see what.

It was Eighteen, holding a crying boy, protecting him from the rubble falling down on him. She barely cringed when a large stone dropped on her head. All she did was brush the hair out of her face.

"You moron." She told the boy. He turned around with big eyes, clinging to the doll as if it could save his life.

He released a big sob and Eighteen let go off him, pushing him away.

"Run." She ordered and the boy obeyed immediately.

"Sis." Seventeen said. "What did you just do?"

"You.." Trunks stammered, "You saved him?"

"That's just gross, Eighteen. You showed mercy."

Eighteen stood up slowly and sighed, annoyed. "Shut up Seventeen. All of this is useless."

Trunks couldn't keep his eyes of her, and the boy that was running away from the scenery as fast as he could. This was not what he expected. He never thought she'd do something like this. Did it change anything, at all?

"Too bad you think of it, that way, because frankly, I'm getting bored." Seventeen replied, and before anyone could argue with him, he powered up and launched himself at Trunks.

"I think I'll kill you today." He stated.

Trunks flinched, appeared behind the android and almost roared: "Not now, not ever!" before ascending to the second level. A level neither androids had ever witnessed before. He grabbed the android before he could react and held him up high in front of him. One blast, straight through his body was enough.

The remaining of the android fell on the ground, with a soft 'CLUNG'. Eighteen stared at the ground, when her brothers head, or what was left of it, rolled in front of her. They eyes looked at her and his mouth fell open.

"Honestly, sis." He said, before the face froze and the head exploded.

Gone. Just like that.

She didn't blink. The expression on her face didn't change, either. Her memory read the description of her mission. "Search, find, destroy. You two are the strongest beings alive. You are the closest to perfect. Take care of each other, and destroy mankind. Rule the world with terror."

The voice of her creator was heard, all the time, in her head.

"Take care of each other."

In a matter of seconds, he was gone. He could never be brought back, she realized. Now, she was alone. And she knew she was going to die.

Was it dying, though? Did she truly live? Eighteen wondered, in those few silent seconds, if she really did mind that she wouldn't survive this. Trunks. The brat.

She looked up from the ground and faced him. He stood behind Seventeens burned torso. The young man looked at her, his eyes filled with anger, pride and satisfaction.

He took "pleasure" in killing her brother. He had enjoyed it. The arrogant bastard. Trunks.

Hearing your name The memories come back again

She remembered fighting an arrogant warrior. She had hated him. He was dead now. And this was his son. She had fought Trunks many times. She kicked his ass when he was just a boy. She enjoyed their fights, when he was a teenager. And now, he had become a threat. She had hated him. Something had happened however.

I remember when it started happeningI'd see you in every thought I had and thenThe thoughts slowly found wordsAttached to them

"Are you.. crying?"

It was the first thing he said, and when he spoke the words, he said them softly. Not harsh, the way he had spoken to Seventeen, right before he blasted him into the Otherworld. No, he had asked it with surprise and something that resembled hope.

Crying? Tears?

She felt her cheeks and examined her wet fingers. She *was* crying.

"I am." She said, confirming his question. "I am sorry." She then managed to bring out.

And I knew as they escaped away, I was

Committing myself to them.

"Sorry?" he asked. "You are sorry!?"

She nodded slowly, suddenly aware that the tears didn't stop running across her cheeks. Her eyes felt strange, she felt a burning behind the. And her throat, it hurt.

"I am." She said in a tone completely different from her usual. And every day IRegret saying those things. Trunks shook his head and looked at her with disgust. "That's not enough. Not nearly enough.""Don't you think I don't know that." She barked at him. "Finish it off. Now!" she ordered him.He hesitated and then shook his head, remembering his mother's words."Sometimes, settling a score isn't everything. I wish, for your sake, that the thought you prevented things and made it right in the past, is enough. You made a difference. Don't stain your hands with more bloodshed."He had snorted, like his father would have done and looked at his mother. "They don't have blood to shed. They're inhuman."They had no blood. But this creature had tears. And she had regret? He cursed inwardly. Himself, his mother, the android in front of him. He knew he was going to regret what he was going to say."It's not enough to be sorry. But I won't kill you. I'm not like you. Or him." He said, pointing to the arm lying next to him.She stared blankly, and it took her minutes to realize she was alive still. And he wasn't going to kill her. But the tears were still there. And Seventeen was still dead. And the lavender haired boy she had despised took off and all she could do was stare. 'cause nowI see that I Took what I hated and made it a part of me

"Gomen Nasai." She whispered. "I have failed."

Okay, maybe this was a bit confusing, but all of THIS happened in Mirai Trunks' time. This is what happened after he returned, if that's any help at all. ^^ Just wait and see what I have in mind for the next chapters, this is only the beginning. But, the entire story will probably contain entire flashback chapters, just to confuse you, hehe. Anyway, hope you liked. The next chapter will focus on Mitsuko, however.