Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Through Saiyan Eyes ❯ Missing Person ( Chapter 1 )

Blue T. Topaz

Through Saiyan Eyes

PG-13 for violence, and death.

DBZ

Chapter 1: long time ago...

Prologue

The sky was the same shade of the purest blue. Like his eyes. His mother always told him how his eyes resembled the sky. His lilac hair swayed in the wind. He closed his eyes...enjoying the feel of his hair and the wind against his cheeks. He opened his eyes, and stared at the view from atop the tree. He loved doing this on beautiful days. Closing his eyes, then opening them. It made him feel as if he was seeing the world for the first time in his life. He couldn't explain it. He closed his eyes one more time, enjoying the wind as if it was a lullaby, singing him to sleep.

Laying there, with the sky a perfect blue and the sun warming every inch of his body brought back memories. Times long forgotten on days like this, but for some reason the sun reminded him of his sensei. Gohan had died about 10 years ago when he was 14. Now he was 24. And in 2 months, it would be the 10th year anniversary of his master's death. He didn't exactly look forward to the day because it was an unpleasant day for him. But he tried his best. Every day on the anniversary of Gohans death, Trunks would go to the town where he died, he would walk around, and remember what had happened that day...

*Flashback*

He was prepared. He know he could help, even though it may mean that he would get hurt, and maybe this time he would even die, but he didn't care. Gohan was there, and he didn't care what happened to him as long as he was there. Because no matter what, Gohan would make it better.

The next thing he felt was Gohan powering up, and Trunks could feel him make a movement with his hand, but he didn't have enough time to look at him to see what he was doing, because the next thing he knew a sharp pain went through the back of his neck and he fell, the pain turning to a dull numb feeling. The next thing he knew he was getting dizzy very quickly, the world went gray and black started to cover his eyesight. He couldn't see anything when he hit the ground, but when he did hit the ground, it felt like he hit a bed, his body was numb, and he knew the ground was hard but it didn't feel hard when he hit. It just felt like he was placed on something that was supposed to be hard, but instead was soft.

The ground quickly became rough as he woke up, his face scratched a little bit from his fall onto the hard rock. His mind seemed to be coming back from wherever it decided to take a break at. But it seemed to be completely at ease, and then he remembered Gohan. He had knocked him out and Trunks knew he left. He didn't want him to go, so he made sure that he didn't. He got up, searching for Gohans Ki. His eyes winded as he found he couldn't find it. Trunks jumped up and started to fly. He went to the tower of smoke rising from the newly destroyed city. As he did he was silently praying that maybe he was too far to feel Gohans energy, or maybe he was hurt but would be okay.

As he entered the city, his heart sank, as he still couldn't feel his masters Ki. Warm salty tears forming in his eyes, trying to be suppressed and not wanting to believe that idea that was so new to him. Gohan always seemed invincible to him. The androids never were able to kill him, he always got away and survived, someway or another.

But not this time. This time the Super Saiyan Gohan didn't survive.

Small, cold drops fell on Trunks' back as he flew. But he didn't care, his mind was still denying the inevitable, but his heart knew the truth. His best friend, the only person in this lonely world which understood him was now gone. Now he was going to find his friends' body, or what was left of it.

The raindrops quickly became larger, and to Trunks they also seemed colder than usual. By the time he had found Gohans torn body, he was soaked with water, his shirt clinging to his frozen cold body.

He saw Gohans body, his face was in a puddle that was a mix of blood and rainwater. His body had blood all over it, most being carried by the rain into the surrounding puddle. Tears now flowed freely from his eyes. His brain being as stubborn as ever to accept the idea of Gohans death.

He got down and picked up Gohans limp body, cradling it in against his chest. Gohan only stared at him with wordless eyes. Trying to say that everything would be okay. Wanting to hold Trunks back and tell him that he was fine now, that the pain was gone. He didn't have to worry now. He was free. His spirit gone from this world, mind being at rest not needing to worry about all the troubles life had on one. But sorry that he left those who cared for him. Sorry that he was causing them pain.

But Gohan could tell Trunks that. It's kind of hard to talk when your body is broken. When hot blood doesn't flow freely through your body. When it instead covered your body, still in your collapsed veins.

Trunks wanted nothing more than to talk to Gohan again. Than to feel the warmth of his friends body. Nothing seemed colder than Gohans body right now. Trunks could feel his own body getting cold, trying to just let go, and be with Gohan again. See him in heaven.

Trunks threw Gohans body down. He couldn't! He had to live! He was now the last Saiyan alive, he couldn't give up now, or else the world would be doomed forever. And entire race snuffed out because he wanted to give up. He was going to get revenge against those monsters that dare destroy his world. His family. No. He wouldn't let that happen. He would make Gohan proud of him. He would defeat these things, and then he could give up. Then he could die and see Gohan again. But not yet...not until this was over. Not until Earth was safe.

While his desire to destroy those creatures grew, so did his rage. He needed to defeat them. And he would. He felt his heart blacken as the rage he felt consumed him, threatened to destroy his pathetic human body. No. He would not be defeated by being a mere human! It would not end this way!

And then...he snapped. His anger consumed all that was around him. It felt as if he was under water, unable to move...but now...now he could...he heard things better, felt them better, sensed and even smelled things better. What happened to him? His body felt so light. He felt warm. It was raining, wasn't it? He opened his eyes, and saw yellow dancing before him, he even saw better, everything was sharper, more vibrant, even in this dreary rain.

Something in a puddle caught his attention, he looked at it, himself looking back. A golden halo of hair flashed up around his head, a yellow aura surrounded him, and beautiful Green-blue eyes stared back at him. He had done it...he was now a super saiyan. He looked at Gohan...he was...but Gohan wasn't here to see him. They didn't get to Celebrate at Trunks finally becoming a super saiyan...Trunks instead gets to go to a funeral.

What a great was to celebrate.

*End of Flashback*

Trunks jumped down from the tree in one gentle swoop, landing gracefully on the ground. He stared at the night sky. The stars looking like diamonds against a black cloth that was draped across the sky. He took into the sky towards home, and tried to forget about his worries.

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This is my first DBZ Fanfic, and I am going to post the next chapter a little later if you guys like it. Please tell me if you do, that way I know if I should continue.

Blue

NEXT CHAPTER: The Anniversary of my first death...Bring out the candles