Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Shirt Off His Back ❯ Mirai Trunks ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Ravenpan 
Mirai's POV.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.03.2004 | Updated On: 06.11.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 187 | Status: Work In Progress
Mirai's POV.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.03.2004 | Updated On: 06.11.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 187 | Status: Work In Progress
The Shirt Off His Back
By Raven Pan
Unbelievable that I'd end up in a timeline so different from my own, only to see it almost as trashed. I set down the time machine near what appears to be a college, and disembark only to hear screams.
Screaming is all too familiar a sound for me. I capsulise my time machine and pocket it, quickly flying toward the source.
Damn hearing, it's further away than I'd thought. By the time I get to where I can hear the sounds coming from, death is scattered everywhere. The smell of gunpowders, metal, blood, and sex assault my nostrils in a stench I'd rather not ever have scented.
The victims all look younger than I... probably in their late teen years, early twenties. Why would they have been attacked? I can't understand it. I kneel down to find a piece of tattered cloth, some stitching on it, like a patch.
"Feel the Terror," I read it aloud, then shove it in my pocket. I'd heard stories of gangs from when the world hadn't been yet destroyed by the Androids in my time... but I had no idea they would do things like this. Maybe they were some sort of terrorists... I don't know.
I don't need to know, as I look out over the destruction, impotently clenching my hands into fists. It's disgusting that people would do this to each other. Don't they know how lucky they are?
My nose leads my eyes to where they wish least to fall - the source of the strongest of the sex scent, which I now realise was probably rape. Two boys, maybe eighteen, seventeen years old, are there. Bloody, naked. One has an all too familiar shade of blue tinting his skin. As the other curls around him, I can see his hair... it's the same shade as mine.
My heart falls, could this have been... the little me? How could a demi-saiyajin have fallen to human hands? As I make my way forward, I can see a little of the other's face. He looks a little like Gohan, and the stiffness of his hair only confirms my belief of his saiyajin heritage.
As I get closer I can see him pull a piece of shrapnel from the body of this world's Trunks Briefs, and bring it to his jugular.
Like hell I'm going to let him take his life.
It takes some talking, and some brute force, to get the sharp away from the boy. I pull off my shirt and wrap it around him against the cold autumn air at the same time.
Words are exchanged. I find that he's Gohan's younger brother... and this mutilated body he's holding... is indeed the little me.
It isn't long before I'm flying with them in my arms, heading for Capsule Corp. I know Young Mother will be able to care for this boy, I don't even know his name, while I find a way to bring her son back.
And I will bring him back. From the few words spoken by the sobbing dark-haired boy while I carry him, I can tell they are best friends. Perhaps more.
Either way, this boy needs little me more than he realises. I can hear the desperation in his cracking voice - and even though I've only just met him, I know that I want to help him. I want to protect him. I want to give him happiness.
I can imagine that is only natural... considering this boy is so close to my younger self. I have nothing to return to my world for. Mother died two years ago, struck down by a simple flu that we had no medicines for.
Things are now well along to a place where they don't need me anymore. And I have nobody left there to live for. So, I thought perhaps I'd come back to this timeline. I had hoped to see prosperity... joy... life that is so sparse where I come from. I suppose one evil has been defeated... only to allow others to rise in it's place.
When we get to Capsule Corp, I wake Young Mother, and even Father, with my cry for some help. I can see the shock in their eyes as Father takes the Son boy from me, he seems to have passed out during our flight here, bringing him down to the infirmary... it seems he's mellowed down a little with age.
Young mother follows him swiftly, trusting me to bring the other person I'd brought for help down... not realising yet that it is her son.
Her raped, bruised, cut, broken, mutilated.... dead son.
I follow them down and put him onto another bed, quickly putting a sheet up over him... completely. I can see Father's eyes turn harder than they were when he took the Son boy... Goten, as I now know from Young Mother's words, from me.
I tune out her speech as she takes care of Goten - not yet having noticed much of me, or the body I've just covered. But Father notices. I don't expect anything to get by him. He stands and jerks his head to the door and, just as I had so very long ago, I follow him.
"What happened?" his words are straight, clipped to point. I expect nothing different.
"I don't know, I found them like that. I found this too," I pull out the patch I'd picked up. "They were among many others, there are many dead," I explain as he takes the cloth from me and glares at it. "I'm going to go find the dragonballs and-"
"The dragonballs won't bring Trunks back, Boy. He's already been wished back."
"So the Son boy... Goten?... told me. What about Namek's Dragonballs?"
"Guru died last year," Father shoves the cloth back at me. "Get out of my sight," He turns and walks back into the infirmary. I watch from the doorway as he leans back against a wall, arms folded, a stony look on his face.
I see Young Mother look over at him, and him glance at the covered body on the bed. "Don't look, Woman. That's our son," he warns her. I suppose he must have seen the condition little me was in.
My timeline or this, she is no different. Ignoring the warning, she walks over and pulls down the sheet. She screams, a sound that seems more a heart-rending wail, than anything I've yet heard in this timeline.
She turns, and in moments she's crying against Father's shoulder as he holds her.
I feel a small tugging at my pantleg, and turn to see a small girl standing there. I quickly shut the door to the infirmary. "Big Brother?" She asks. "Why's momma cryin?"
"Shhh, let's just get you back to bed," I play the part of her elder brother, and pick her up.
She tugs at my hair. "Your hair sure grows fast, didn't you gotted it cut last month?"
I can only chuckle at her innocence as I head upstairs. I follow her scent, which is easy because I'm carrying her, to the room that holds it most.
It's one of the few times I can remember being thankful for the enhanced senses brought by Father's race - it's allowed me to give this little girl the illusion that life is no different than it was when she went to sleep earlier that evening.
She doesn't say much as I tuck her in, and she cuddles up with a stuffed giraffe that has probably seen better days. "G'nite Big Brother," She yawns before she falls back to sleep.
"Goodnight," I find myself planting a small kiss on the forehead of a little girl who might have been my own little sister, before I leave her room.
Once I close her door, I stand there, making a decision that should have been difficult... but was easier than the choice between breathing and not.
I knew then, that I had to do anything it took to bring Young Mother and Father's son back to them. To bring back this little girl's older brother.
I run down the halls to the front door, and take immediately to the air. The first place in my quest to return this family's life.... Young Goten's life....
"The Lookout."
To Be Continued... Please Review!
By Raven Pan
Unbelievable that I'd end up in a timeline so different from my own, only to see it almost as trashed. I set down the time machine near what appears to be a college, and disembark only to hear screams.
Screaming is all too familiar a sound for me. I capsulise my time machine and pocket it, quickly flying toward the source.
Damn hearing, it's further away than I'd thought. By the time I get to where I can hear the sounds coming from, death is scattered everywhere. The smell of gunpowders, metal, blood, and sex assault my nostrils in a stench I'd rather not ever have scented.
The victims all look younger than I... probably in their late teen years, early twenties. Why would they have been attacked? I can't understand it. I kneel down to find a piece of tattered cloth, some stitching on it, like a patch.
"Feel the Terror," I read it aloud, then shove it in my pocket. I'd heard stories of gangs from when the world hadn't been yet destroyed by the Androids in my time... but I had no idea they would do things like this. Maybe they were some sort of terrorists... I don't know.
I don't need to know, as I look out over the destruction, impotently clenching my hands into fists. It's disgusting that people would do this to each other. Don't they know how lucky they are?
My nose leads my eyes to where they wish least to fall - the source of the strongest of the sex scent, which I now realise was probably rape. Two boys, maybe eighteen, seventeen years old, are there. Bloody, naked. One has an all too familiar shade of blue tinting his skin. As the other curls around him, I can see his hair... it's the same shade as mine.
My heart falls, could this have been... the little me? How could a demi-saiyajin have fallen to human hands? As I make my way forward, I can see a little of the other's face. He looks a little like Gohan, and the stiffness of his hair only confirms my belief of his saiyajin heritage.
As I get closer I can see him pull a piece of shrapnel from the body of this world's Trunks Briefs, and bring it to his jugular.
Like hell I'm going to let him take his life.
It takes some talking, and some brute force, to get the sharp away from the boy. I pull off my shirt and wrap it around him against the cold autumn air at the same time.
Words are exchanged. I find that he's Gohan's younger brother... and this mutilated body he's holding... is indeed the little me.
It isn't long before I'm flying with them in my arms, heading for Capsule Corp. I know Young Mother will be able to care for this boy, I don't even know his name, while I find a way to bring her son back.
And I will bring him back. From the few words spoken by the sobbing dark-haired boy while I carry him, I can tell they are best friends. Perhaps more.
Either way, this boy needs little me more than he realises. I can hear the desperation in his cracking voice - and even though I've only just met him, I know that I want to help him. I want to protect him. I want to give him happiness.
I can imagine that is only natural... considering this boy is so close to my younger self. I have nothing to return to my world for. Mother died two years ago, struck down by a simple flu that we had no medicines for.
Things are now well along to a place where they don't need me anymore. And I have nobody left there to live for. So, I thought perhaps I'd come back to this timeline. I had hoped to see prosperity... joy... life that is so sparse where I come from. I suppose one evil has been defeated... only to allow others to rise in it's place.
When we get to Capsule Corp, I wake Young Mother, and even Father, with my cry for some help. I can see the shock in their eyes as Father takes the Son boy from me, he seems to have passed out during our flight here, bringing him down to the infirmary... it seems he's mellowed down a little with age.
Young mother follows him swiftly, trusting me to bring the other person I'd brought for help down... not realising yet that it is her son.
Her raped, bruised, cut, broken, mutilated.... dead son.
I follow them down and put him onto another bed, quickly putting a sheet up over him... completely. I can see Father's eyes turn harder than they were when he took the Son boy... Goten, as I now know from Young Mother's words, from me.
I tune out her speech as she takes care of Goten - not yet having noticed much of me, or the body I've just covered. But Father notices. I don't expect anything to get by him. He stands and jerks his head to the door and, just as I had so very long ago, I follow him.
"What happened?" his words are straight, clipped to point. I expect nothing different.
"I don't know, I found them like that. I found this too," I pull out the patch I'd picked up. "They were among many others, there are many dead," I explain as he takes the cloth from me and glares at it. "I'm going to go find the dragonballs and-"
"The dragonballs won't bring Trunks back, Boy. He's already been wished back."
"So the Son boy... Goten?... told me. What about Namek's Dragonballs?"
"Guru died last year," Father shoves the cloth back at me. "Get out of my sight," He turns and walks back into the infirmary. I watch from the doorway as he leans back against a wall, arms folded, a stony look on his face.
I see Young Mother look over at him, and him glance at the covered body on the bed. "Don't look, Woman. That's our son," he warns her. I suppose he must have seen the condition little me was in.
My timeline or this, she is no different. Ignoring the warning, she walks over and pulls down the sheet. She screams, a sound that seems more a heart-rending wail, than anything I've yet heard in this timeline.
She turns, and in moments she's crying against Father's shoulder as he holds her.
I feel a small tugging at my pantleg, and turn to see a small girl standing there. I quickly shut the door to the infirmary. "Big Brother?" She asks. "Why's momma cryin?"
"Shhh, let's just get you back to bed," I play the part of her elder brother, and pick her up.
She tugs at my hair. "Your hair sure grows fast, didn't you gotted it cut last month?"
I can only chuckle at her innocence as I head upstairs. I follow her scent, which is easy because I'm carrying her, to the room that holds it most.
It's one of the few times I can remember being thankful for the enhanced senses brought by Father's race - it's allowed me to give this little girl the illusion that life is no different than it was when she went to sleep earlier that evening.
She doesn't say much as I tuck her in, and she cuddles up with a stuffed giraffe that has probably seen better days. "G'nite Big Brother," She yawns before she falls back to sleep.
"Goodnight," I find myself planting a small kiss on the forehead of a little girl who might have been my own little sister, before I leave her room.
Once I close her door, I stand there, making a decision that should have been difficult... but was easier than the choice between breathing and not.
I knew then, that I had to do anything it took to bring Young Mother and Father's son back to them. To bring back this little girl's older brother.
I run down the halls to the front door, and take immediately to the air. The first place in my quest to return this family's life.... Young Goten's life....
"The Lookout."
To Be Continued... Please Review!