Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Shirt Off His Back ❯ Dende Sama ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Sometimes... just sometimes, being Earth's Guardian is the worst job in the galaxy. Especially when you're impotent to stop the death of someone you know personally. Someone who's like a little brother to you. I saw it all, and there was nothing I could have done to stop it - human will is too strong to be manipulated. It is their gift... and their curse.

One that I wish their Creator put a back door switch into them for, so guardians like me could stop massacres like that. So many of them are dead now, just kids. Mostly college freshman and sophmores - celebrating some game or other.

I still don't know how Trunks and Goten managed to get themselves invited along, but with those two, it's inevitable they'll get anything they put their minds to.

I wish this one time, they hadn't.

I guess I'm so involved in my own thoughts, that I never noticed when He'd landed on the lookout. Sure, I saw him find the boys, take care of them and bring them to Capsule Corp... but I never imagined he would come here.

I wonder what's on his mind. "Trunks," I turn to see the future version of the boy who'd just lost his life - older now, a bit more worn... still shirtless, as he'd left his on Goten. "I'm guessing this isn't a cordial visit?"

"It isn't. Listen, I don't know how this Guardian thing works, but I'm betting if you could have done something, you would have... correct?" his eyes show promise that I'd better be honest.

It's a trait his younger self has as well. "That is correct."

"And the dragonballs you made, cannot wish someone back a second time?" he asks me.

I shake my head, "No, Shenlong does not have the ability to restore life more than once."

"Why? The Namekian Dragonballs did."

"The dragonballs have only as much strength as those who create them... Guru was far more powerful than I."

"Father said he's dead, so they no longer have those dragonballs."

"That is correct."

I watch as he gets a look on his face I know all to well on the face of the other. It is a thoughtful look, one that indicates he's planning something. "I need to speak to King Yemma."

"I'm afraid that is almost imposs-" I stop at the glare he's giving me. The look in his eyes say he wouldn't hesitate to kill me... and I know it's not an empty threat, for Mr. Popo has now appeared from almost nowhere, and is standing a little between us. "I'll see what I can do," I promise.

He only grunts noncomittaly and just stands as though he's waiting. I sigh and close my eyes, contacting the Kai.

After standing through several bad jokes, I finally get to tell him why I contacted him, and he tells me that he'll get a Yardratjin who now resided upon the fighter's heaven planet, to come and take Trunks of the Future, to go see King Yemma. I thank him, and get a few more jokes for the trouble, before our communication is cut off.

I open my eyes to see Trunks still looking expectantly at me, and sigh. "Come in and have something to eat - someone will be by to bring you to King Yemma soon enough."

He follows me inside... but he doesn't eat. He seems, like before, to have something in mind. I ask him what it is, and he simply shakes his head - saying only that he needs to keep focused, and cannot allow himself to be distracted.

I have a bad feeling about all this.

Thankfully, it isn't all that long before the promise is fulfilled, and a small creature wearing strange clothing, a halo above his head, appears.

"I am here to bring the youngest saiyajin prince to King Yemma, is this he?" The alien wrinkles his nose a bit. "Doesn't look like a saiyajin."

"I'm half human, and yes, I am he," I watch as Trunks stands, looking down at the yardratjin.

"Then let's go, I was in the middle of a really good tournament," The small being puts a hand on Trunks's back, two fingers to his forehead, and the two disappear from my sight.

I look back to see Mr. Popo with a rare expression on his face... it was rare to see any expression, but this was most rare of them all. He's frowning.

"I do not like this, Dende-Sama...."

"I know, Mr. Popo... I don't either. But it is out of my hands." ***

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