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Trunks hopped out of the time machine he had just gotten back and he looked around his home. His jaw dropped open. His home, the only place he felt refuge, had been completely destroyed. Trunks was in shock. Finely his eyes found the broken body of his mother. “No!” he screamed. He kneeled down and gently cradled her, tears flowing down his cheeks. Bulma’s eyes fluttered. She rested them on her son, weakly. “Trunks . . .” Trunks rubbed his teary face with the back of his sleeve but his eyes only dampened it again. “You’ll be okay, mom . . . I’ll . . . I’ll do something. Please, please . . .” he wanted to tell her not to die but the words caught in his throat. He couldn’t fathom a life without her. Bulma stroked his cheek lovingly. “I love you so much.” She whispered. Her eyes closed and the hand she stroked him with dropped. “Why did you leave me…?” Trunks whispered. He held her close, trying to deny what had happened before his very eyes. He was all alone. “Oh look 17 we made him cry.” Android 18 mused. Android 17 walked closer to Trunks. “We’re sorry. Was she close to you?” he asked mockingly, “If we knew that we would have let her die more painfully.” Trunks’ teeth clenched together. They were the reason his mother and thousands more had been destroyed. They left his time in pieces, broken down for their own personal amusement. These thoughts swirled around his head, along with the robot’s cruel laughter. He stood and starred the man looking 17 dead in the face. Without twitching a muscle Trunks turned into the powerful Super Saiyan his teacher, Gohan had demonstrated. Trunks was only a half Saiyan, but the Super state was still open to him. The warrior put the palms of his hands together and powered up a tremendous energy attack. If this was going to be his grave sight, it would be the Androids’ as well. 17 braced for the impact. As 17 easily diverted the attack away, 18 was firing small orbs at her nemesis. Trunks cried out with the pain of the energy balls hitting their marks. The male android folded his fingers together and pummeled the half Saiyan into the dirt with a mighty fist blow to the back of his neck. Together he and 18 fired on the motionless body. When suddenly another Super Saiyan kicked both two monsters hard enough to send them flying into a broken building! He picked Trunks up under one arm and flew away before the androids.
The man accessed a hidden panel on a broken building. The wall opened, revealing a stair case leading far below ground to a number of rooms. The man laid Trunks down on a medical bed. He sat down and worked on Trunks’s wounds after getting some bandages from a cabinet. Trunks looked up at Nappa. Nappa put a hand to his mouth. “No talking, you hear. Don’t worry you’re in good hands now.” Trunks rested his head back. He had really no choice of trusting this man. As he dressed his wounds the young Super Saiyan fell to sleep.
It had been a few days and Trunks hadn’t said a word or gotten out of bed except to go to the bathroom when he need to he wasn’t eating or drinking at all. He couldn’t believe that now everything was gone. And after a week of heavy mourning and thoughts about how to carry on with the lives of his entire family cut short by the androids, Trunks knew he had to carry on his own life. Perhaps this man would help him. He dreaded speaking with him though, believing the man want to know the events that transpired at Capsule Corp. Finely setting his mind strait, the seventeen-year-old swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. His legs wobbled unsteadily but he locked them. After feeling secure, he strode forward, with every step he felt his strength return. Trunks peered into the adjacent room. Nappa was there eating supper when he saw Trunks. He smiled. “You hungry kid?” Trunks gave a short nod. Nappa pulled up a chair to the table so Trunks could sit he handed him a bowl of what looked like rice and some sort of meat mixed together. “Don’t mind my cooking kid I know I’m not very good.” Nappa laughed. Trunks looked at Nappa for a while looking him over. His right eye was completely white and a long scar ran from its corner and down his cheek. His shoulders were broad and his body was tall and muscular. Trunks remembered Nappa having gold hair, though, now it was brown. He caught sight of Nappa’s tail that was wrapped around his waist. “Are you a Saiyan?” He asked. “I am.” Nappa agreed, “I share the name of my father, he was a full blooded Saiyan.” “And you’re a Super Saiyan?” “Yeah. There was once a half-Saiyan named Gohan that transformed into it while I was watching. A little while later I did it.” Nappa saw that Trunks had stopped eating and was looking down. “I said something wrong, didn’t I?” “No… it’s just . . . Gohan was my teacher… my best friend. It took me a while to get used to him not being around.” Nappa leaned back in his chair. “Leave it to me to say the most hurtful things and not know it!” “What’s your name kid?” Nappa asked. “My name is Torunksu Vegeta Brief but I go by Trunks for short.” Nappa was shocked. “D-Did you say V-Vegeta?” Nappa stuttered. Trunks looked at him puzzled. “I used to work with a man named Vegeta…wait a minute you don’t mean you’re the next...” Trunks finished his sentence. “…Prince of Saiyans? Yes I am.” Trunks said with a smile. “Wow I never noticed the resemblances…save for your hair and eyes but your face you look exactly like him…” Nappa said still in shock. “Wait if your Saiyan then whose your mother the only purebloods I know of that lived in over my knowledge of being around the universe and reading through your studies of when you were in the past were Broly, Turles, Vegeta, Kakarot, Raditz, Paragas and of course me. “Are you half-Saiya- WAIT A MINUTE!!! Earlier you said Brief? You’re not the son of Bulma Brief are you?!” Nappa said almost falling out of the chair. Trunks nodded. “I am half-Saiyan half-earthling.” Nappa started to calm back down now. “You know Trunks I used to work with your father…ever since he was six years old.” “Really? Six years of age?” Trunks’s eyes widened at this. “Yep he was sure powerful back then too.” Trunks looked up for a second. “Say Nappa how old were you when you first transformed?” He asked. “Me? About let’s see…in my fifties how bout you kid?” “Thirteen and it took me three years to master it and about one year for me to surpass it.” Nappa frowned “Surpass it?” “Yes…” Trunks replied with a smirk. “To Super Saiyan two.” Nappa looked interested. “Could you show me?” He asked. Trunks nodded and started to power up but Nappa stopped him. “We have a certain room for training lets go there.” Trunks again nodded.
Trunks cracked his knuckles a little bit then his neck. “Okay you ready?” Trunks asked Nappa. “Yep.” Nappa replied. “Alright her it goes.” Trunks let out a long loud yell and the room started to shake Nappa had to hold the wall for support. Electricity started to surround Trunks and his hair turned gold like a Super Saiyan but only this time it stood strait up it didn’t part like it usually did in his first form of Super Saiyan, pretty soon Trunks stopped screaming and he stood there glowing like the sun with electricity surrounding his body. “This Nappa is a Super Saiyan two.” “I’m going out for some fresh air I’ll see you in a bit I need to go say goodbye to my mother one last time. Trunks said looking at the floor. Nappa nodded. “So that’s what happened?” Trunks nodded in reply. “See you later Nappa.” “You stay out of trouble kid.”
Trunks walked around Capsule corp. he found his mothers body he dug a grave and set her inside crying all the while. “Mother…I’m sorry I wasn’t there it’s my fault…” “Aw…how touching.” 17’s voice said. Trunks gasped as the two androids landed in front of him. “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?! CAN YOU POSSIBLY TAKE ANYTHING ELSE AWAY FROM ME!!!? YOU DESTROYED MY HOME, YOU KILLED MY BEST FRIEND, YOU KILLED MY FATHER AND YOU KILLED MY MOTHER!!!!!!! I’VE LOST EVERTHING WHY CAN’T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!?” Trunks screamed with tears pouring out of his eyes. Because your fun to play with. “IT’S ALL JUST A SICK GAME TO YOU!!!” 17 cocked his head and pretended to think. “Yep.” He said happily sending multiple blasts at Trunks one cutting into his stomach leaving a deep wound. And then a bunch of explosions went off and everything went black for Trunks.

A man walked by the area he had heard explosions he looked around the area and found a lavender haired boy in his late teens. He kneeled down by the boy. ‘Oh my fucking Kami its Trunks!!! Oh man he’s grown a lot… Time to get you some help little bro…’ Then Nappa appeared flew quickly up to the man who was carrying Trunks. Gohan was enraged at seeing the man and turned to Super Saiyan. “YOU! YOU WERE WITH VEGETA WHEN YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY!!!!!!” He screamed Nappa turned into a Super Saiyan too in case he had to defend himself, Gohan was a little shocked that Nappa could do that. Nappa put his hands up. “Easy Gohan I’m not like that anymore.” Gohan growled. “How do you know my name?” “Trunks has told me about you.” Nappa replied. “You know Trunks?” Gohan said lifting an eyebrow. “Yes he’s been staying with me for a while Capsule corp. was completely destroyed the androids knocked him out and were going to kill him but I saved him.” Nappa explained. Gohan powered out of Super Saiyan. “Fine but he needs help.” Gohan snarled.

“He’ll be okay…Nappa.” Gohan said as Nappa looked at Trunks with concern. “I have known him for a very long time…if anyone can come through this it’s him…he’s just like his father stubborn and all.” They both had to laugh at that. Then suddenly Trunks screamed out in pain and his eyes opened. Gohan immediately tried to hold him down so he wouldn’t hurt himself. “Trunks calm down…” “Get off me!!!” Trunks screamed. “Trunks it’s me it’s Gohan your fine it’s okay!!!” “Huh…?” Trunks said looking a bit startled. He stared into Gohan’s eyes shocked to see him there. “G-Gohan…h-how…” “Shh…that doesn’t matter now…” Then Nappa walked in. “Oh look 18 I thought we killed you four years ago…” The Saiyan and the two half-Saiyans looked in the direction the voices came from and saw the androids standing there smiling like mad. “Well Blondie is back…how surprising…” 17 said. “How’d you do it?” 18 asked. “

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Trunks hopped out of the time machine he had just gotten back and he looked around his home. His jaw dropped open. His home, the only place he felt refuge, had been completely destroyed. Trunks was in shock. Finely his eyes found the broken body of his mother. “No!” he screamed. He kneeled down and gently cradled her, tears flowing down his cheeks. Bulma’s eyes fluttered. She rested them on her son, weakly. “Trunks . . .” Trunks rubbed his teary face with the back of his sleeve but his eyes only dampened it again. “You’ll be okay, mom . . . I’ll . . . I’ll do something. Please, please . . .” he wanted to tell her not to die but the words caught in his throat. He couldn’t fathom a life without her. Bulma stroked his cheek lovingly. “I love you so much.” She whispered. Her eyes closed and the hand she stroked him with dropped. “Why did you leave me…?” Trunks whispered. He held her close, trying to deny what had happened before his very eyes. He was all alone. “Oh look 17 we made him cry.” Android 18 mused. Android 17 walked closer to Trunks. “We’re sorry. Was she close to you?” he asked mockingly, “If we knew that we would have let her die more painfully.” Trunks’ teeth clenched together. They were the reason his mother and thousands more had been destroyed. They left his time in pieces, broken down for their own personal amusement. These thoughts swirled around his head, along with the robot’s cruel laughter. He stood and starred the man looking 17 dead in the face. Without twitching a muscle Trunks turned into the powerful Super Saiyan his teacher, Gohan had demonstrated. Trunks was only a half Saiyan, but the Super state was still open to him. The warrior put the palms of his hands together and powered up a tremendous energy attack. If this was going to be his grave sight, it would be the Androids’ as well. 17 braced for the impact. As 17 easily diverted the attack away, 18 was firing small orbs at her nemesis. Trunks cried out with the pain of the energy balls hitting their marks. The male android folded his fingers together and pummeled the half Saiyan into the dirt with a mighty fist blow to the back of his neck. Together he and 18 fired on the motionless body. When suddenly another Super Saiyan kicked both two monsters hard enough to send them flying into a broken building! He picked Trunks up under one arm and flew away before the androids.
The man accessed a hidden panel on a broken building. The wall opened, revealing a stair case leading far below ground to a number of rooms. The man laid Trunks down on a medical bed. He sat down and worked on Trunks’s wounds after getting some bandages from a cabinet. Trunks looked up at Nappa. Nappa put a hand to his mouth. “No talking, you hear. Don’t worry you’re in good hands now.” Trunks rested his head back. He had really no choice of trusting this man. As he dressed his wounds the young Super Saiyan fell to sleep.
It had been a few days and Trunks hadn’t said a word or gotten out of bed except to go to the bathroom when he need to he wasn’t eating or drinking at all. He couldn’t believe that now everything was gone. And after a week of heavy mourning and thoughts about how to carry on with the lives of his entire family cut short by the androids, Trunks knew he had to carry on his own life. Perhaps this man would help him. He dreaded speaking with him though, believing the man want to know the events that transpired at Capsule Corp. Finely setting his mind strait, the seventeen-year-old swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. His legs wobbled unsteadily but he locked them. After feeling secure, he strode forward, with every step he felt his strength return. Trunks peered into the adjacent room. Nappa was there eating supper when he saw Trunks. He smiled. “You hungry kid?” Trunks gave a short nod. Nappa pulled up a chair to the table so Trunks could sit he handed him a bowl of what looked like rice and some sort of meat mixed together. “Don’t mind my cooking kid I know I’m not very good.” Nappa laughed. Trunks looked at Nappa for a while looking him over. His right eye was completely white and a long scar ran from its corner and down his cheek. His shoulders were broad and his body was tall and muscular. Trunks remembered Nappa having gold hair, though, now it was brown. He caught sight of Nappa’s tail that was wrapped around his waist. “Are you a Saiyan?” He asked. “I am.” Nappa agreed, “I share the name of my father, he was a full blooded Saiyan.” “And you’re a Super Saiyan?” “Yeah. There was once a half-Saiyan named Gohan that transformed into it while I was watching. A little while later I did it.” Nappa saw that Trunks had stopped eating and was looking down. “I said something wrong, didn’t I?” “No… it’s just . . . Gohan was my teacher… my best friend. It took me a while to get used to him not being around.” Nappa leaned back in his chair. “Leave it to me to say the most hurtful things and not know it!” “What’s your name kid?” Nappa asked. “My name is Torunksu Vegeta Brief but I go by Trunks for short.” Nappa was shocked. “D-Did you say V-Vegeta?” Nappa stuttered. Trunks looked at him puzzled. “I used to work with a man named Vegeta…wait a minute you don’t mean you’re the next...” Trunks finished his sentence. “…Prince of Saiyans? Yes I am.” Trunks said with a smile. “Wow I never noticed the resemblances…save for your hair and eyes but your face you look exactly like him…” Nappa said still in shock. “Wait if your Saiyan then whose your mother the only purebloods I know of that lived in over my knowledge of being around the universe and reading through your studies of when you were in the past were Broly, Turles, Vegeta, Kakarot, Raditz, Paragas and of course me. “Are you half-Saiya- WAIT A MINUTE!!! Earlier you said Brief? You’re not the son of Bulma Brief are you?!” Nappa said almost falling out of the chair. Trunks nodded. “I am half-Saiyan half-earthling.” Nappa started to calm back down now. “You know Trunks I used to work with your father…ever since he was six years old.” “Really? Six years of age?” Trunks’s eyes widened at this. “Yep he was sure powerful back then too.” Trunks looked up for a second. “Say Nappa how old were you when you first transformed?” He asked. “Me? About let’s see…in my fifties how bout you kid?” “Thirteen and it took me three years to master it and about one year for me to surpass it.” Nappa frowned “Surpass it?” “Yes…” Trunks replied with a smirk. “To Super Saiyan two.” Nappa looked interested. “Could you show me?” He asked. Trunks nodded and started to power up but Nappa stopped him. “We have a certain room for training lets go there.” Trunks again nodded.
Trunks cracked his knuckles a little bit then his neck. “Okay you ready?” Trunks asked Nappa. “Yep.” Nappa replied. “Alright her it goes.” Trunks let out a long loud yell and the room started to shake Nappa had to hold the wall for support. Electricity started to surround Trunks and his hair turned gold like a Super Saiyan but only this time it stood strait up it didn’t part like it usually did in his first form of Super Saiyan, pretty soon Trunks stopped screaming and he stood there glowing like the sun with electricity surrounding his body. “This Nappa is a Super Saiyan two.” “I’m going out for some fresh air I’ll see you in a bit I need to go say goodbye to my mother one last time. Trunks said looking at the floor. Nappa nodded. “So that’s what happened?” Trunks nodded in reply. “See you later Nappa.” “You stay out of trouble kid.”
Trunks walked around Capsule corp. he found his mothers body he dug a grave and set her inside crying all the while. “Mother…I’m sorry I wasn’t there it’s my fault…” “Aw…how touching.” 17’s voice said. Trunks gasped as the two androids landed in front of him. “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?! CAN YOU POSSIBLY TAKE ANYTHING ELSE AWAY FROM ME!!!? YOU DESTROYED MY HOME, YOU KILLED MY BEST FRIEND, YOU KILLED MY FATHER AND YOU KILLED MY MOTHER!!!!!!! I’VE LOST EVERTHING WHY CAN’T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!?” Trunks screamed with tears pouring out of his eyes. Because your fun to play with. “IT’S ALL JUST A SICK GAME TO YOU!!!” 17 cocked his head and pretended to think. “Yep.” He said happily sending multiple blasts at Trunks one cutting into his stomach leaving a deep wound. And then a bunch of explosions went off and everything went black for Trunks.

A man walked by the area he had heard explosions he looked around the area and found a lavender haired boy in his late teens. He kneeled down by the boy. ‘Oh my fucking Kami its Trunks!!! Oh man he’s grown a lot… Time to get you some help little bro…’ Then Nappa appeared flew quickly up to the man who was carrying Trunks. Gohan was enraged at seeing the man and turned to Super Saiyan. “YOU! YOU WERE WITH VEGETA WHEN YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY!!!!!!” He screamed Nappa turned into a Super Saiyan too in case he had to defend himself, Gohan was a little shocked that Nappa could do that. Nappa put his hands up. “Easy Gohan I’m not like that anymore.” Gohan growled. “How do you know my name?” “Trunks has told me about you.” Nappa replied. “You know Trunks?” Gohan said lifting an eyebrow. “Yes he’s been staying with me for a while Capsule corp. was completely destroyed the androids knocked him out and were going to kill him but I saved him.” Nappa explained. Gohan powered out of Super Saiyan. “Fine but he needs help.” Gohan snarled.

“He’ll be okay…Nappa.” Gohan said as Nappa looked at Trunks with concern. “I have known him for a very long time…if anyone can come through this it’s him…he’s just like his father stubborn and all.” They both had to laugh at that. Then suddenly Trunks screamed out in pain and his eyes opened. Gohan immediately tried to hold him down so he wouldn’t hurt himself. “Trunks calm down…” “Get off me!!!” Trunks screamed. “Trunks it’s me it’s Gohan your fine it’s okay!!!” “Huh…?” Trunks said looking a bit startled. He stared into Gohan’s eyes shocked to see him there. “G-Gohan…h-how…” “Shh…that doesn’t matter now…” Then Nappa walked in. “Oh look 18 I thought we killed you four years ago…” The Saiyan and the two half-Saiyans looked in the direction the voices came from and saw the androids standing there smiling like mad. “Well Blondie is back…how surprising…” 17 said. “How’d you do it?” 18 asked. “