Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Shirt Off His Back ❯ King Yemma ( Chapter 4 )

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

Saiyajins. They really get on my nerves sometimes. I just had the youngest of the royals at my desk, demanding I send him back to his body. I explained to him as calmly as possible, that it was impossible, his body was dead, he was dead, and there would be no returning of his soul.

He yelled. He threatened. He even did so much as land atop my desk and poke me in the chest - pretty brave of him I guess. But he's no Goku. He's not even Vegeta, though he shares the full blooded prince's own lineage - he is just as helpless against the law of the otherworld as even the greatest of fighters.

He was dead.

End of tale.

I'm glad to finally have gotten him out of the gateway - he was frightening the other spirits.

Of course, I sent him to heaven - he'd fought for the Earth's safety enough, and for the safety of Goku's youngest enough, to warrant going to Heaven.

Speaking of which, I can see, by watching my screen, he is currently in one royal sulk. First time I've ever sent anyone to heaven, and had them pissed off at me.

But I guess today is a day of firsts, as I see a yardratjin appear on top of my desk, the elder doppleganger for the boy I'd just sent sulking to heaven, at his side.

"Great... not another one," I groan, putting my chin on my hand. "I don't suppose you're dead too," I grumble.

"No, sir. I'm not." Well at least this version has a little more politeness to him.

"Then why... for the love of the galaxies... are you standing on my desk?"

I mildly note the yardratjin has gone, and I'm left with this... alternative saiyajin to deal with. Yay. My lucky day - two saiyajins at one shot.

It'd been pure hell when their planet exploded decades ago.

"Because I need to speak with you, King Yemma," his answer is concise and to the point. I am almost ready to let down my guard, until his eyes narrow. Great, another demanding one. I guess it was too much to hope for, "About Trunks Briefs... of this timeline."

"He's dead, in heaven, end of story," I wave a hand at the monitor and it shows the young demi, sitting in the grass, arms folded, a scowl on his brooding face.

"You sure you sent him to heaven? He looks pretty pissed off, to me."

"That's not any of my concern."

"Oh, I beg to differ. I've come to you with a proposition. You need a dead Trunks... I'm going to give you one. Me. Then, you're going to let him go back to his body, putting it back in order while you're at it."

"What makes you so certain that I'll do that?"

"Easy. You know who I am. What I am. And what Influence I have. If I have to, I will raze heaven and hell to get that boy back to his family and back to his friend."

"You can't just come here and threaten me like this, young man," I scoff. "Now, get off my desk and go back to living."

"And if I don't?"

I never thought the look a mortal could give, would send chills down my spine. I can see he's serious about this, and the look he's giving me puts all super-villians to shame.

Sure, I've had villians from several timelines show up, even from his own, as well as the one of the boy now sulking in heaven. But never have I seen such promise of utter and complete distruction, as I now see in the eyes of this man from an alternative future. A man who has literally nothing to live for, no reason to care, no world to love him.

"I'm sorry Trunks, but I can't do that."

"You'll find a way," he almost growls at me.

"Rules are rules, even I cannot break them. You'll have to take your case before the Supreme Kai, Kaibitoshin."

"Then call his ass down here now."

"One does not call the Supreme Kai's... 'ass'... down for such things. If every mortal who came here had someone wanting to give their lives for them - and most do - nothing would ever get done!"

"I'm not just any mortal. I am the last prince of the Saiyajins from my timeline. He'll MAKE time for me."

"Trunks. Go home. Go back to your timeline and-"

"And what?" He looks miffed I wonder why... oh right... his mother came through here a few years ago - she was the last of his ties to that world. "Go live my life? Go back to my family? In case you've forgotten, Yemma," well, the honourific's gone, he's officially pissed. "My entire family is already beyond those gates. I don't have a family in my timeline. I have nothing but empty praise for defeating androids, and fear that I'll become a new and undefeatable threat to the world I saved. No. Thank. You."

"There are still rules to the Otherworld - you can't simply barge up here and demand to trade your soul for another's. It cannot be done. Secondly, Trunks's body is too damaged, it cannot be healed, or even put back together to be viable. He'd be a vegetable."

"Then FIX it!"

"There is no power that CAN fix it. Not after rigor mortis has set in," I find myself shouting back. His body had been left behind, damaged too far to fix. If it'd been destroyed, perhaps there would be a chance to change things, but no, it wasn't. I guess I was a bit taken aback to find his... well, younger self I guess, at my desk without his body anyhow. I just don't want to admit it.

And what I don't want to admit. I don't even consider.

Yelling wasn't the best idea, I'm beginning to think as his eyes darken further and he transforms, floating a bit back from me, keeping to the air. Suddenly I'm reminded he hails from the strongest race the galaxy's ever seen... one of the strongest bloodlines... and indeed a force to be reckoned with.

I can tell that, unlike the boy currently sulking in heaven, this Trunks has kept up with his training for his entire life. And nothing will stop him when he's set his mind to something.

Not even the rules and laws of the Otherworld. "It's against the law," I repeat one last attempt.

"So is murder of souls - but that's not going to stop me either. Call that Supreme Kai... or there won't be an Otherworld." I could tell he knew that if a soul was destroyed, they would simply cease to exist.

What was I to do? Of course I'm calling the Supreme Kai. He'll put a stop to this insanity, I'm sure of it.

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