Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Story of Truten ❯ Intro ( Prologue )

The Story of Truten

Introduction

The sun beat down on a motionless figure beneath it. His mind raced even as a cold sweat formed around him.

"Great- it's about a hundred and ten degrees and I am fucking cold." He screamed to the desert sand. "Survival Training" He had said. "Bull shit! Why couldn't the bastard just finish me off!"

***3 Hours Later***

`I am so tired… I have got to stay awake… I know, I will just concentrate on some thing-any thing. Let me see… where am I? Some place very hot and… sandy. What am I doing here? Survival Training- Bull Shit. What am I? A Goner… Ugh! Where the hell did that come from? I will not die- not now any way. Lets see… concentration… I know! I'll play chess in my mind…. No, that's not good. They're like little people and I feel responsible for their lives…'

And he was out.

A little while later- or longer than that because he had been for quite some time. He awoke to some one prodding him in his side.

"Hey kid are you alright?" A voice asked. "Because you don't look so good."

After a moment of repeat nudges to his side he finally had enough and turned over. Much to his surprise and the strangers:

"Papa?" The boy asked still only half conscious.

"Whoa! Trunks is that you?! Trunks I'm not Vegeta it's me- Goku!"

"Goku? Goku Son?!"

"Wow Trunks you must be pretty out of it to think that I was…"

"I am not Trunks." The stranger cut in.

"Your not? But you look…"

"My name is Truten I- I'm sorry I thought you were Son Goten."

And the boy was out again.