Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ New Beginnings ❯ Future Destroyed ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

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Trunks slammed against the wall and slid down to the floor, his body limp. He lay stunned for a moment before struggling to get up. His arms trembled as he finally pushed himself up on his knees. He coughed and felt blood in his throat.
Something hit the other side of the wall. Trunks scrambled to his feet, ignoring the aching pain screaming through his body. He had no choice. He had to run! He turned on his heels, hurrying as fast as his battered body would allow down the stairs to the basement where his mother had worked so hard on her inventions over the years. His eyes stung. Mother.... She was gone, truly gone.

He shook his head. He couldn't allow himself to think about that right now, not when her last words kept running through his head. ~Trunks, you can't stay here. Everyone is dead. You'll be alone. They'll kill you or worse! Promise me that you'll escape! Take the time machine back to your father!~

He had promised, which was why he was fleeing the powerful fighters instead of facing them one last time. They would kill him or worse, take him with them before they destroyed the Earth. They had slaughtered everyone on Earth, the few people who managed to survive the Androids.

Trunks hopped into the time machine and began frantically pressing buttons. The window shield slid into place, locking. Three of the massive fighters burst through the wall. Trunks swore and hit the last button. They were charging at when darkness covered the machine.

Trunks slammed against the side of the machine as it was jerked at super human speeds through the void between dimensions. He slumped forward, his head hitting the console. Everything went black in a flash of pain.

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Trunks regained consciousness sometime later. He leaned back, his body aching, and took in the startling view before him. He made it! Healthy trees filled the landscape before him. He pushed open the shield and stumbled out on unsteady legs. He leaned back against the machine, breathing in deeply the fresh air around him.

He pressed a hand to his chest. He had to get some medical attention before one of his shattered ribs punctured a lung. He moved forward, stumbling some as he turned. Trunks raised a trembling hand and directed energy into his palm. Closing his eyes, Trunks fired a blast that blew apart the time machine.

There was no turning back now, he thought as he fell to his knees and watched flames devour what remained of the time machine his mother had worked so hard on building so that hope could be returned to their tortured world.

"What a blast!"

Trunks raised his head and searched for the voice. Two teenage boys were flying towards him. One was nearly identical to Gohan and the other was...him! The two boys landed on the ground a few feet from him and stared at Trunks in shock, their mouths gaping. The younger Trunks was the first to react.

"Who...? You're me!"

"A future you. How old are you?"

"Nineteen."

So I miscalculated a bit, Trunks thought. He had planned on returning to a time shortly after the Cell games. Now he was only two years older than chibi Trunks! He shifted on his knees and pain shot through him. He winced, nearly falling to his knees.
*****From here on Future Trunks is known as Mirai Trunks*********

Trunks lunged forward and caught his older self's shoulders. He felt Mirai Trunks tremble beneath his hands.

"You're the one who warned Goku about the Androids, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am the one who came here."

"Goten, help me get him up. We've got to get him to Capsule Corp.," Trunks said to his friend.

Mirai Trunks groaned as the teens pulled him to his feet, an arm slung over each of their shoulders. He looked to the left and saw Goten watching him, his round eyes wide with concern.

"You look a lot like Gohan," Mirai Trunks murmured.

Goten laughed and replied, "Well, he is my brother, after all!"

"Wow, Goku had another kid? I thought he was dead."

"He was dead for seven years. I was conceived just before the Cell games."

The boys took to the air, Mirai Trunks held tightly between them. Trunks glanced at his beaten half, frowning slightly.

"What happened to you?"

"I.... can't.... My mother was killed only hours ago," Mirai Trunks sobbed, his battle worn front falling apart.

"Oh, man, I'm sorry," Trunks whispered as they landed at Capsule Corp.

"They killed everyone that was left. I was the last one... They came after me last. At first, they enjoyed beating me when I tried to stop them from killing, but then... when I was it.... They were ready to destroy the Earth. They were going to take me with them after beating me into submission."

Trunks nodded for Goten to fun inside for his mother. He glanced at Mirai Trunks and saw the horror filling Mirai Trunks's eyes as he remembered all that had happened. Suddenly Trunks felt someone approaching and turned. Vegeta landed beside him.

"What is going on, boy?"

"We have a visitor," Trunks replied.

"Hello, Father," Mirai Trunks said softly.

Vegeta stepped around them and gazed at the broken body of his future son. He moved forward and swept the boy into his arms, disappearing into the house with Trunks at his heels.

"Trunks, there is a Senzu bean in that drawer over there," he said as he gently laid Mirai Trunks on the couch.

Mirai Trunks was too startled to feel pain as Vegeta carefully laid him down. Vegeta had changed. Somehow, he had been transformed in to a caring father, nothing like the cold one who had ignored him during the Cell games.

"Here, Dad."

Vegeta grabbed the bean from Trunks and pressed it into Mirai Trunks's mouth. Mirai Trunks chewed and swallowed, feeling almost instantly the healing taking place within his body. He sat up, his pain gone and only a distant memory.

"Thank you."

"What happened?" Vegeta asked, not moving form Mirai Trunks's side.

"An army of powerful fighters came. They killed everyone. They killed...Mom."

Vegeta looked back at Trunks and said, "Find him some clothes, and have your mother run him a bath."

Once Trunks had gone, Vegeta turned to Mirai Trunks and asked, "Well?"

"She made me promise to leave. I'm sorry. I know I should have stayed and fought like a true warrior."

"Tell me something, Mirai Trunks. Was there anything you could have done?" Vegeta asked quietly.

Mirai Trunks hesitated before replying, "No, I couldn't defeat them. They were going to take me with them and then destroy the Earth. I couldn't stop them."

"Then don't feel sorry. You did what you had to do. You said that they were going to take you with them. Where? Who were they?"

"They called themselves Labaligans. They were huge. Their power was amazing. I didn't stand a chance. Not a chance."

"Why did they not kill you in the beginning?"

"They enjoyed playing with me. They..." Mirai Trunks trailed off, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"What did they do?" Vegeta asked softly.

Mirai Trunks couldn't speak. He jerked as a gentle hand stroked back his hair. He looked at his father, stunned.

"It's okay. You're safe now. I'm proud of you. You did well, boy."

"You've changed," Mirai Trunks said softly.

Vegeta smirked, half smiled, and replied, "Well, I had a rude awakening a few years ago. I died, and I had to stand by while my family was killed. I watched my son die for a second time. After defeating Buu I decided to let go of my hate and pride."

"I'm...glad," Mirai Trunks whispered and wrapped his arms hesitantly around his father.

Vegeta placed an arm around his son as they boy sobbed, burying his face against Vegeta's shoulder. Bulma appeared in the doorway and froze a the sight of her husband holding their son. The tender expression on his face melted her heart.
So much had changed in the thirteen years since Buu. He had evolved into the man she had always known he could be. He was a kind, loving father and husband.

"Mirai Trunks!" she ran forward and hugged him from behind.

"Is his bath ready?" Vegeta asked.

"Yes. Come on, Mirai Trunks."

He stood and allowed his mother to lead him upstairs. He thanked her and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Maybe he had done the right thing by coming back.