Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The End of the Androids ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Vegeta looked at his hands very carefully as he tilted his head to see his fellow comrades doing the same. All of the people that died in the fight with the androids are here? When that damned girl android blasted me I must have… died. How pathetic! Dying at the hands of an android! My ancestors must be disgusted! Now I remember! I did die! When I went up to the check-in station they said I could only have my body for only 100 years. I guess time flies by up there! From there my memory was scrambled. I barely remember anything. Oh, it must have been my boy! He probably saved us all! I wonder how much years have passed, 12, 18? Well I'll find out soon. He then looked up at a tall green person staring at himself.

His name was Piccilo; the Namek that been created from Kami mostly wasted his time meditating on King Ki's planet. Vegeta then looked up at a muscular Caucasian with three eyes. Freak! Tien; that was his name, he tried to remember back when the person was fighting him so long ago. He then listed all of the names of the people he saw standing before him. Krillin, Yamcha, and Chaozu all of the people who came with me to King Ki's… He grinned and interrupted the moment of silence. "Well, what are you waiting for? We have been revived into the world of the living. Go and greet your loved ones!" They each exchanged looks. Then Yamcha's wild black hair bounced forward as he stepped out of the line that the people were in. He started, "Listen, this doesn't make sense! Piccilo was with us, the whole time! Unless I've been mistaken, that means Kami dies. And when Kami dies don't the Dragon Balls vanish?"

The dark low tone of Piccilo erupted as he spoke. "Yes, you are correct, that means something has happened"

"What?" Yamcha pleaded.

"Someone has made new ones…"

"So?"

"DAMMIT…" He lowered his head and sighed.

They each gave each other looks of confusion.

"When there is three of something," he began, "What do you get?"

Krillin gave a playful expression and exclaimed, "Well, triplets are always trouble"

Piccilo gave each of them a grim face. "Shenlon, Porunga, and the new dragon, that's all of the eternal dragons-"

Vegeta stormed by Piccilo and shouted, "What's the meaning of this nonsense?!"

"Triplets are causes by a molecular imbalance in the feminine organs. This imbalance affects the entire universe causing a chain reaction of organisms"

Vegeta threw his hands up in inexplicable rage. "What does that mean?!"

The Namek lowered his head again. "It means we have to destroy a dragon before an evil you couldn't even begin to dream about is created, and we don't have much time so I would advise you to pack your bags. I think were going to have to go to the new dragon" He marched off as a whirlwind of sand flew over him causing his cape to billow in the wind.

Vegeta slowly turned his head to the line of warriors and began to speak. "How do we destroy a dragon that can never die?"

A creaking sound then emerged as a weathered white board popped open. The blackness inside was quickly filled with an oval-like shape.

Krillin shouted as he almost instantly figured it out. "Guys, its Master Roshi!" Piccolo's head slowly turned as a sly smile spread across his face.

Trunks gazed out of the ship's window slit into the spherical shape ahead. His eyes searched into the enormous orb of a planet. The white swirls of colors, the complete dark blue glance that reflected into space, and the light dominant green that cast a shadow-like feature across the entire world.

His concentration was interrupted by the soft voice of his mother. "Trunks come on! Were just about to enter the atmosphere so get seated and buckle up!"

Trunks nodded as he flashed to the co-pilots chair in a labyrinth of straight lines. He looked up as he buckled himself up. They had been planning where they were going to land for about two days now. Fortunately his mother had the brains. She devised a landing area where no one on Earth would possibly see them in case of any immediate broadcasting and media swarming over them. Thanks to the unauthorized flight, neither the government nor anyone else in the outside world knew where they were.

Bulma unraveled a coordinate's map of Earth and pointed a finger where they were to land. Her fingertip was surrounded by a flat surface terrain of dark blue signaling that was water. They each held grim expressions as they both nodded. They each had experience with the last entering.

"In about twenty seconds we'll be slammed into our seats, so be careful!" She warned.

Trunks nodded seriously as he gripped the edge of his seats in preparation. He then counted down the seconds mentally. Five, four, three, two, one...

The pilot's chair rocked backward as Bulma was slammed back into her seat. She dug at the metal arm rails as her head dove more onward into the red velvet chair. She let out a scream as they finally left the G-force of the atmosphere.

Trunks felt his body slightly regain his posture as the pod kept on diving in the air at suicidal speeds. The ball then slammed into a deserted spot in a bluish wasteland of water. The pod lurked toward the blackness in the bottom.

Trunks was surprised of how much a whiplash his head had got from the impact of the ocean. He was once told that if a diver was five-hundred feet above and he landed on his stomach during free fall, his intestines would literally go through his spinal cord. After Trunks gasped in shock I was then told why; going at maximum speed while hitting dead smack at the surface of water was like going driving a car at full speed and then hitting a brick wall.

He finally came to a conclusion that the pod must have some special impact device or something. Or else they would all be dead in an instant. He then released a powerful breath as he asked his mother something. "Hey mom, when we go into boat form where are we going to go? I guess we never talked about"

Bulma's strands of hairs flipped to her side as she hit a button on the main control desk. A large rumble emitted from within the pod as a sound like cracking a coconut followed.

"Well, it's been three days since we made the wish and I'm pretty sure my dad called everyone and told them the story about us and when the found everyone they must have told them so they're probably waiting for us at Master Roshi's!"

Trunks blinked. He was dumbfounded. Sure had a lot of time to think of that…

"Anyways Trunks, the other half of the ship is going down to the ocean floor while were going up. So when were finally up at the surface, the rotors will come on and since I preprogrammed it to go to Master Roshi's house so we don't have to any work" She lied back in her chair yawning dramatically as she said, "And I have to get my beauty sleep, can't look like this when I meet up with Vegeta!" She winked at him as she strolled off down the main ladder.

"Sleep…" He said to himself. Not a bad idea…

Trunks went into the many rooms of the pod and snuggled into the bed. He quickly passed out.

Darkness evolved into him, becoming him. Screams of torture and pain filled his ears. Thoughts sheathed his mind. Fire and destruction filled his closed eyes. Chaos and agony went throughout his every fiber of soul.

Trunks's heavy breathing turned into a mass hysteria as his nightmare grew more horrific. Beads of sweat dripped off his head reaching his white sheet. Cell! Cell! CELL! When he awoke from his terrible nightmare he punched the shady figure in front of his bed. Oh shit! What if it was my mom? When the figure didn't fall back it surprised him. He went for the light and flicked it on. The light spread across the body of the figure. Trunk's eyes slowly drifted with light, examining this new one.

He was sitting down on the bed with his legs overlapping on the ground. He wore black boots with golden lacing and a golden edge. His baggy read pants tucked in under his boots with a black string waved a little as the man turned his body as fast as Trunks's eyes searched him. Trunks was intrigued. He continued his examination as the light grew more. At his waist was a longer piece of black string which ran from his waist in a knot. The man, now deciphered by the size of his chest plates, also had on a red loose tank top with a pure blue under shirt that showed.

The light now completely engulfed him as his facial features and hair came in view. He had a short stubby nose with great large black eyes. Two gigantic strand of hair dangled into his forehead as the rest of his black hair towered over him. Thick black strands covered his entire head. Some sticking out nearly as a foot in length.

Trunks slowly got up from his bed, his eyes enlarged as his jaw lay awestruck leaving the tip of his tongue to stick out under his lower lip. He saw someone who he hadn't seen in a while; Goku.