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“Hey, you!” a different henchman yelled, pointing in front of them. A teen, with silver hair, black pants and shirt and a blue jacket stood before them hands in pocket he had blood covering him and it was obvious his arm was broken. “Ah, so you must be Frieza,” he said, smiling painfully. “I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you face to face.” “My, it looks like we have a guest,” King Kold said. “Now I’m going to destroy you,” he said. “Ooh, so scary. We should run, right father?” Frieza smirked, “You don’t know what you’re up against, boy.” “I know exactly what I’m up against!” he yelled, “And I’m not scared. Make no mistake. I’ll destroy you.” “Well, you are a certainly an arrogant little thing. Maybe you’re the strongest where you came from, but really. Fighting a little runt like you isn’t forth my time besides by the look of your condition your going to die soon so why don’t you just find a quiet corner and die.” “Maybe I didn’t make myself clear. You’re finished Frieza!” The boy snarled. Frieza growled in anger, but calmed himself down. “Hmm, well I don't have much time to play jokes. Foot soldier!” he yelled, and a green alien walked up behind him. “Put this boy out of his misery.” “Gladly.” “Everyone else, spread out!” Frieza shouted and the other henchmen circled him. The teen's eyes moved around at them, and then he said, “It's only fair I warn you guys, you don't stand a chance.” “Kid, you don't scare us!” one laughed. “Move aside. I need room to work here!” a soldier said and moved past him. He pushed the button on his scouter, and saw his power level. “Level five, eh? Well kiddo,” he said charging his arm blaster, “I hope you said your good byes! Cause its bout for you to go.” He fired an energy beam through the laser. The boy didn't flinch at the beam. It was a foot from him, and he swung his arm up. The beam flew high into the air and exploded on a mountain. “Wh…what just happened?” the soldier said. “I happened,” came the boy's response. The soldier fired more energy bolts, which were all blocked by the boy. “What? Impossible!” “Heyah!” yelled the boy and he dove at him, knocking him in the ship's hull. The boy winced in pain at his quick movements. “Hmm, seems the little dog has some bite to go with that bark after all,” Frieza said, “Attack!” The soldier's dove at him, weapons charged. The boy looked at them, and dove through their assault. He gripped the hilt of his sword and slashed out, sliced, stabbed, then landed a few feet beyond them. The soldiers fell, armor falling. A soldier was still standing, and was backing away. “Coward.” “Lord…Frieza,” he mumbled as he was finished by him. “So the boy does have potential,” King Kold said, looking at the boy, who was several meters away. “He does. But he's still a second rate child.” “Second rates don't defeat an army of yours, right?” “What a pleasant surprise,” King Kold said. “Yes, I think this trip is more interesting.” “Now, you two are going down,” he said. “Huh, huh, huh,” King Kold chuckled, “If nothing else I’d say this little creature is quite the comedian.” “He is at that. Let me give you a piece of advice,” Frieza began “He who acquires his skills quickly is the first to perish.” “Thanks for the tip,” he smiled. “Why you insolent brat-” “Listen up!” he talked back, “Now I have one for you, know your enemy. You’ve made many assumptions about me, and that is a price will cost you dearly.” He wheezed. “Boy! You should really hold your tongue.” King Kold rolled his eyes and said, “Just destroy him already, we haven't got all day.” “Really father, have some patience I’m just trying to have a little fun if you don’t mind.” “He's right you know… More like five minutes.” The teen said with a smirk. “Humph. And here I was going to follow through with my dinner plans,” he sighed. “So I've heard,” the boy said, looking at him more coldly, “But I'm canceling your date with Goku.” The boy said. Frieza's eyes widened, and King Kold asked “What's a ‘Goku’?” “Please, father. I know you're bored, but please play along.” King Kold snickered and crossed his arms and stared at the boy. “So you know the Saiyan monkey.” “By reputation,” “And I am Saiyan.” the boy smiled as he unwrapped a tail from around his waist. Frieza stared in shock. “And we'll be meeting soon enough.” He yawned. “Oh, so certain, aren’t you?” Frieza smiled, eyes closed and arms crossed. “But I couldn’t be more certain, Frieza!” he rasped, ticking him off. But the tyrant settled down and placed his hands on his hips. “Any minute now, Goku should be arriving on Earth, and only one of us will be here to greet him.” “Well,” Frieza said, “It just so happens I was going to suggest the very same thing. Well, I'm glad we can finally decide on something.” “Yes, it is.” “Then it's time for me to decide how I’m going to destroy you...” “Alright enough kidding around!” he yelled. “Err,” Frieza growled, for he hated being interrupted. “It's time you finally understood who I really am. So I'm going to let you two in on a little secret,” he said turning his body and leaning forward. “You're about to find out what it's like to fight a real super Saiyan. And I'm not talking about Goku.” “Huh!” Frieza gasped, and then looked calm, “You crack me up kid! I never met anyone who laid it on as thick as you!” King Kold joined in on the laughter. The boy spread his feet out and raised his head. The pebbles began to rise and the Earth began to crack around him. “What?” Frieza said, and stopped laughing with his father. “No, it can’t be!” “Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he yelled and his hair rose and his jacket rippled. “What…is he!?” King Kold yelled as huge amounts of energy was pouring from the boy. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!” he continued to cry. The dead henchmen flew into the air as his energy skyrocketed. His hair flashed gold, and stayed. His eyes were green, and he looked at the two. “No, it's impossible!” Frieza exclaimed. He had a flashback of the super Saiyan Goku, saying his name, “Frieza. “Hmm,” King Kold said examining his son, “So this is a super Saiyan.” “His eyes…they have…the same eyes!” Frieza breathed, and had another flashback of Goku. “Is it something I said?” the boy asked, his gold aura flowing around him. “DIE!” Frieza yelled and hurled an incredibly large energy beam, which exploded on him. “Well, he didn’t last long if you ask me,” King Kold said. “Really father, he was just a Saiy-” But from the smoke, the boy stood, unharmed. “Is that the best you got, Frieza? Cause if it is, you better give up now.” “No way!” Frieza yelled and fired an immense energy beam. “Frieza!” King Kold yelled, “You’ll destroy us all! “HAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he yelled and caught the beam. The force drove him back, though. He clapped his hands and the beam broke up, sending hundreds of individual beams out. “It looks like you’re running out of tricks, Frieza!” “This Saiyan is really something,” King Kold said. “Okay, that’s two. I’ll give you one more try,” he said, “Then it’s strike three! Your out, my turn.” Frieza flew high into the air and began the death ball. The ball increased in size dramatically. “Hurry up!” King Kold yelled, “Are you going to end this or not?” “Just watch me! This is for you, father!” he yelled and threw the ball. The boy looked up at the ball, raising his energy level. He held his arms up, and caught the ball. But it wasn't enough and the ball drove him into the ground. “You know that you could have done this earlier and saved us time.” “Really father, there’s just no pleasing you,” Frieza snapped, flying down. A cracking sound came from the death ball, and Frieza looked off as it began to rise. “There’s, no way!” King Kold gasped. “What?” The boy began walking out of the crater, carrying the ball above him. “Excuse me, is this yours?” he asked, still unharmed. “No way!” Frieza yelled and fired an energy beam, igniting the death ball. The explosion was huge; anything caught in the radius would have been destroyed. “Well done, Frieza! It only took you four tries to kill that little boy!” King Kold laughed. “Really father. I was just…warming up,” said the embarrassed Frieza. “Of course son, of course,” Kink Kold continued. Standing high above them on a mountain was the boy. He waved his arms around grabbing the air and touched his index fingers and thumbs. “Hey Frieza!” he yelled and fired the beam. “What!?” he yelled and father and son dodged the attack. “That brat! When I get my hands on him!” he yelled flying up, but was interrupted. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!” the boy yelled, sword raised. “What!? No!” Frieza cried and the boy slashed down, cutting him in half. “Uh…uh…” King Kold stuttered. He continued to slice him up and fired an energy blast, destroying ever piece of him. He looked back at King Kold and flew in front of him. “No way,” the king said. “Impressive, boy,” King Kold smiled, “You were able to kill my son.” “Yeah, and you'll be next!” he yelled sheathing his sword. “Wait, why not join me instead?” “What?” “Yes, my son only wanted to destroy the universe. The power of a super Saiyan and the brains of me, we will rule the universe with an iron fist!” “Never, I'd rather die in my time than join you.” “Your, time?” “That’s right,” he said leaning forward, “I'm not from this time. I'm from a time where nightmares are real. So you see, your son and you are not of a threat or danger to me. I've fought danger, and live in a nightmare.” “Then why come here?” “I'm not going to tell you that. Let's just say Goku would have killed you if I hadn't come.” “Then you're not going to kill me?” “Of course I am!” he yelled and powered up. “What are you doing?” “Killing you!” he yelled and flew towards him. “Wait!” King Kold yelled before he punched through him, “I want to see the weapon you killed my son with.” “My sword?” “Yes, you can trust me. Unlike my son, I'm not a liar.” “How can I be sure?” “You could kill me quickly, if you were able to kill my son.” The boy powered down and unsheathed his sword. He tossed the sword in the air and caught the blade and handed the handle to him. King Kold took it respectfully and looked at the blade. “Yes, yes. This is no ordinary sword. It's a magical blade, isn't it?” he asked. “Yes, it is.” “One last question before you kill me. What is your name?” “My name is Trunks, Trunks Briefs. Are you finished asking questions?” “Yes,” he said, “YES! I THINK WITHOUT THIS SWORD YOU ARE NOTHING!” he yelled and swung the sword down. Trunks raised his left arm and caught the blade. He power up to super Saiyan, and looked at him with cold eyes. “You…you monster!” Trunks growled and suddenly screamed when the sword stabbed through his shoulder. He pulled it out quickly and they fought over the blade. Then Cold teleported behind him and grabbed onto him and wrapped his tail around him. Trunks dropped the blade and screamed as both of legs were broken by Cold’s tail crushing them. He threw Trunks to the ground and jumped on him causing the boy to scream. Trunks struggled as Kold found away to pin him down from behind. Trunks felt his pants being unbuckled and unzipped and he gasped. Trunks was in panic now he tried flaring up to Super Saiyan. But he couldn’t his body was too weak. Trunks then felt his pants being tugged down. And Cold picked up Trunks’s sword. He felt the cold metal against his penis and he gasped. “No please don’t do it!” Trunks begged but Kold laughed. “Maybe this will teach you filthy monkey!” He snarled and cut through the soft flesh. Causing the boy to scream and since the pain was soo great he passed out.
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Trunks woke a while later he was so sore and looked around he saw Vegeta standing over him with his arms crossed. “Who the hell are you? Why did you defeat Frieza? How are you a Super Saiyan? What’s your name and where have you been at if you are Saiyan?!” Vegeta demanded pulling him up by the shirt. The boy studied him for a second. “What’s your problem boy never seen another Saiyan before?” Vegeta snarled getting agitated. *Not a pure blood anyways* “Um… in truth n-no…” Trunks said ready for a blow to the face. The others kept their distance away from the two while they figured things out. “Don’t smart off to me boy you don’t know what you’re dealing with?” “I’m warning you to back off before you push me too far now let go of me.” “No not till my questions are answered.” Vegeta snarled. “Fine you want to play that way?” Trunks asked and smirked. Then his hair turned golden yellow and the energy erupting from his body flung Vegeta off his weak body and he flew off as soon as he was free of his father’s grasp. “Should we just let him go Piccolo?” Gohan asked with heavy concern. “Well I think it’s a good idea I don’t trust that guy!” Yamcha said holding Bulma close. Piccolo looked at Bulma. “How bad did he look Bulma?” He asked. “Well if he doesn’t get help he could bleed out.” She whispered. “Gohan come with me you’re the one who can calm people down.” Piccolo said. “But Piccolo what if he attacks us…?” “That’s a risk I’m willing to take besides he’s still a kid if we can be quick enough we might me able to knock him out before he hurts anybody.” Piccolo answered. With that they were off.
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Trunks flew and flew until he was out of energy to fly so he started walking limping all the while. The spot between his legs hurt soo bad he wanted to just pass out and die and that was when his vision blurred and he fell to the ground.
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Goku hopped out of his space pod and started looking for Frieza. When he saw a bloody body lying in the middle of the desert. He noticed the man was fairly young and soon realized that it wasn’t a man but it was a teenager probably around sixteen or seventeen years of age. He looked him over and realized the boy had a long tail slightly swishing behind him. Goku was taken by surprise when the boy moaned and shifted trying to get up but Goku pushed him back down. “G-Goku…?” “Uh… yes how do you know my name?” Goku asked.
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Gohan look there! Piccolo whispered pointing to Trunks and Goku. “Daddy!” Gohan exclaimed but Piccolo covered his mouth. “Shhh… Gohan I want to know what the boy wants.”
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Trunks finished explaining where he was from and who he was and why he was here. “So if your half Saiyan who’s your dad?” “I mean it certainly couldn’t be Vegeta I can’t even imagine him with kids! Hahahahaha!!! Trunks blushed. “Kami Sama!!! Vegeta’s your dad!!!” “Well who’s your mo...ther…?” Goku looked at his jacket and burst out laughing. “Oh my gosh Bulma and Vegeta!?!” “Goku take the antidote when the virus starts to attack.” Trunks said hopping into his time machine. “But Trunks don’t you want some medical attention before you go?” Goku asked. “No thanks Goku I’ll be fine.” “Well okay be careful.” He said and flew off to find the others.
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The time-machine gave a funny jolt, pushing Trunks forward and causing him to hit his head on the front window. After muttering a few curses to himself, he inspected the stats of the machine. “Everything looks fine…” He mused, scanning the controls. It was then he noticed a red light blinking. “That cannot be good…” Then there was a bunch of explosions and the time machine blew up.
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Piccolo continued his explanation of what was to come in three years, while everyone listened on with scared expressions. He stopped suddenly, as he heard a loud explosion behind him. He turned, and quite a distance away was the form of the lavender haired boy, climbing out of the charred and beat up remains of his time machine. Piccolo turned to Goku, indicating that he go and see what was up with the boy. Goku nodded and flew over. Everyone watched for a second, before turning back to Piccolo and waiting to hear the rest of his story.
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Trunks panted, falling to his knees. He looked at the ground and saw red drips falling on the ground his eyes widened and he looked at his mid section which was all burned and bloody as well as a huge eight inch gash that ran across his stomach that was when he felt the pain. He screamed and screamed. “Oh Kami it hurts!!! Someone make it stop!!!” He screamed clutching his stomach trying to stop the bleeding. Goku landed and ran over to him “Hey Trunks why are you still here?” “Goku… help me…arrrgh…” Goku watched the boy with wide eyes then watched him slowly loose consciousness. Goku picked up the young demi-Saiyan he being the person he is couldn’t just let the boy die. He quickly flew back over to the group frantic. “Piccolo you can talk about it later the kid needs help!” “Bulma what can you do for him in this condition?” Goku said tearing Trunks’s shirt so she could get a better look at the injury. “I don’t know but if he doesn’t get help he could die.” She said. “Let’s just get him back to Capsule corp.” “N-no I’m fine.” “No way kiddo you’re staying put.” She said rubbing Trunks’s arm. Trunks tried to get onto his feet but Goku held him still. “No let her help.”
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“Here ya go, kid.” Bulma said motioning Goku to lay him down on the bed. “I’m going to try to get some x-rays now okay?”
One month later…
He had finished the phone. He would try it out in the morning. He started dialing the phone it rang yes I just invented a phone that can call through time!” “Hello?” came his mother’s voice. “Mom?” His voice cracked a bit. He really missed her. “Trunks? Sweetie, is that you? Where are you? How did things go in the past?” “Um…great…things are great…” “‘Are great’?” Bulma’s stern voice gave Trunks shivers. “You mean you haven’t left yet?” “Um…Mom, please don’t freak out…” “Why am I going to freak out?” “Well, um, hopefully you won’t, since I asked you so nicely…?” He said in a questioning tone, more hopeful than anything. “What happened, Trunks?” “The Time machine is completely busted. It won’t work, the parts I need to replace either A) can’t be found in this time, or B) can’t be put into the machine unless you’re…well, you.” He said quickly. “What did you do?” She asked, very exasperated. “Nothing. I didn’t do anything I crashed...” “YOU CRASHED?!” Bulma yelled at him. “YEAH AND I’M IN THE CAPSULE CORP. INFIRMARY BECAUSE OF IT I HAVE A NEARLY BROKEN ARM, A BROKEN LEG AND A BUNCH OF INTERNAL INJURIES BECAUSE OF IT!!!” Trunks screamed. “Don’t tell me…” Bulma sighed. “You got fed up with the machine and took out all your frustrations on it? You are so much like your father it’s scary and don’t raise your voice at me Mr. trouble maker.” “No it blew up with me in it for some reason the power button turned red and the radio said warning and then it blew up.” Trunks admitted. “But everything else is great. I killed Frieza, gave Goku the heart medicine, they know about the androids, and I’m not in immediate danger of not being born. Plus, I met my dad, and built a phone that can call across time. Pretty good for a week's worth, ne?” He said, evidently proud of himself. “Yeah, except every second you spend there, you’re disturbing the time line even more, and, since you can’t rebuild the time machine, I’m going to have to build another one here, then, I won’t even be able to get it to you until you’re born, because if I suddenly appear there, claiming to be your mother that’s not going to look good, and you probably won’t be born.” Trunks took a second to work out what she said. “I don’t get it.” Bulma sighed. “I can’t come to the past Trunks, or someone will recognize me. Then they’ll know who your mother is, and that will lead to questions about who your father is. And then, if we do manage to dodge that bullet, it won’t matter. The damage will be done. So, I’ll have to wait until you’re born, or at least conceived, until I come there, with either a new time machine, or the means of fixing yours.” Trunks finally understood. “And also, Trunks,” Bulma started again “We’re going to have to talk a lot. You need to be prepared for what’s going to happen between me and Vegeta. You need to know when you can get involved, and when you have to let things be. So, you’re going to have to talk to me every day.” “Kay, mom.” He agreed. “I will.” “Ok, bye Trunks. Get some sleep. If I know you, you haven’t slept all week and have been trying to find a way home.” Trunks gave a small chuckle. “Uh, yeah. Bye mom I love you.” He said quietly. “I love you to Trunks bye.” With that he hung up.
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It had been only three days. Three. Not that much, and already, Trunks was going to explode. “Gary” “no” “Robert” “no” “Bill” “no” “Dave” “no” “Why can’t you just tell me?” “Because I can’t.” “Hmmm…All the names I’ve been saying don’t really fit you, do they?” “Obviously not.” “Well, I’ll just have to try harder!” Trunks had to commend his mother’s spirit, but still, this was just annoying. Finally, it hit that day.
Day 4.
“I got it!” Bulma cried, staring at Trunks from across the dinner table. “What?” he sighed, prepared to hear her try to convince him that his name was “Vlad” or something? “Trunks!” She shouted triumphantly. Trunks froze. She knew by his reaction that she was right. “I knew it! It just hit me! The name suits you so well! Well, actually, I had another guess, but this seemed more likely.” She said, chuckling. Trunks was still frozen. After a few seconds, he was able to talk again. “What was your other guess?” He had to ask, though he was afraid of the answer. “You’ll probably laugh.” She said, blushing slightly. “I dunno, I was just watching you eat yesterday, and it hit me how much you look like Vegeta, and I absently thought that might work as your name. It does suit you, you know.” She said, not realizing Trunks had stopped all movement, and all the color had left his face. “Um, Kid? Trunks?” She asked, after 5 minutes, his expression still there. “Geez, I had no idea comparing him to Vegeta would have this affect.” So that was that. Everyone knew his name, and Trunks did not like it. Of course, his mother hadn’t helped at all when he told her what had happened. “If you’re quite finished yet!” He said, after listening to his mother laugh hysterically for a good 10 minutes. “It’s funny!” she cried, wiping tears from her eyes. “I fail to see the humor.” He said coldly. “B-but…She thought your name was….your name…Vegeta!” She got out through laughs. “I will hang up, you know I’m really in no condition to be talking to you if you’re going to be laughing at me! I hate it here! I want to go home!!!.” Trunks screamed with tears in his eyes. “Oh fine. But it IS funny. I will never let you live this down, Veggie.” She said, calming down, but the humor still in her voice. Trunks sighed. “So, is anything supposed to happen soon?” He asked. “Huh? Oh yeah, me and Yamcha should get into a big fight soon. We won’t break up, but it is where I make the decision that I have to break up with him soon. It might be better that you don’t get involved. I stay with him longer than I want to because I don’t want to be alone. If you’re there for me, I may have the strength to break up with him sooner, which may screw things up.” “Kay’. Trunks said simply, not liking the fact that his mother will be upset and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. “I gotta go, bye mom.” “Bye Veggie” Bulma chuckled again before hanging up.
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So, it had been two days, and still, Trunks hadn’t told them. Vegeta and Bulma suddenly walked into the infirmary discussing the gender of their child. “IT’S A GIRL!” “BOY!” “GIRL!” “BOY!” “It’s a girl! Women have an intuition about these things!” “It’s a boy! That’s final! If it’s a girl, we’re putting it back in until it’s finished!” “Babies don’t work like that, Vegeta!” Bulma sighed at him. “We’ll see!” the man said darkly. “Hi!” Trunks smiled brightly at them. “What do YOU think?” Bulma asked him. “Boy or girl?” She smiled sweetly. “Boy.” Trunks said bluntly. Bulma’s demeanor completely changed. “FINE! SIDE WITH THE MONKEY, WHY DON’T YOU!” Trunks blinked. “By your reasoning, I’m also a monkey, so by all means.” Trunks said a bit angry at the statement. “Why’d you say a boy?” She asked suddenly. ‘It’s now or never’ Trunks thought sulkily. He opened his mouth to explain when Bulma let out a joyful screech. “NAMES! SHE NEEDS A NAME!” “HE!” Vegeta and Trunks corrected at the same time. Bulma waved them off. “I like the name Bra…” She said dreamily. Father and Son exchanged disgusted glares. “I like the name Vegeta.” The soon-to-be father glared at the mother of his child. “OOH! I have a great idea!” Bulma yelled, causing Trunks and Vegeta to wince. “Since YOU’RE so sure it’s a boy, and I KNOW it’s a girl, we can make a bet!” She smiled brightly. Trunks blanched. This couldn’t be good. “If it’s a boy, we’ll name him Vegeta. When it ends up a girl, we’ll name her Bra!” Trunks went paler. “Dea- “Vegeta was about to agree before he was interrupted by a loud bellow of “NO!” Trunks was hyperventilating. He DID NOT like the idea of being named Vegeta. That was just weird. Plus, didn’t people usually grow into their names?? He was struck with the horrible image of his hairline reclining and hair sticking strait up. “You CAN’T name HIM Bra or Vegeta.” He said very forcefully. “And WHY not?” Bulma and Vegeta interrogated in unison. Trunks calmed himself. “Because he already HAS a name.” The both looked at him like he was insane. He rolled his eyes. “I’m from the future! Remember!” They blinked in understanding. “OOOH!” Bulma cried. “So you know my baby??” “Yes. Quite well, actually.” He smirked at his own joke. He vaguely noticed the suspicious glare Vegeta was sending his way. “Really? So does he survive the android attacks???” She asked, eyes widening. Trunks gave her a reassuring nod. “Of course.” Vegeta took a step forward. “So, what exactly is his name, Trunks?” Trunks lost the little color in his face he had regained. He took a deep breath. “It’s Trunks.” He waited for the inevitable responses. He could practically hear, feel, smell and even TASTE the glare Vegeta was sending at him. He looked to Bulma for support, but only found confusion. “I didn’t think Trunks was that popular of a name…But two kids, born around the same time with the same unique name…bizarre.” Vegeta lost his glare and just stared, open mouthed at Bulma. Trunks lost his fear of the glare and stared at her as well. “Yes, that is weird.” Vegeta said, still looking at her. “They would be born around the same year, at the same time as well, considering the day the child is due, and his” He pointed at Trunks “birthday. Not to mention they’d both have Saiyan blood, look strikingly like me, aside from eyes inherited from you and hair from your father.” Bulma considered the description. “Vegeta, you couldn’t possibly know what our son will look like-Realization dawned on her. “Ohhhhh!” She turned to Trunks. “Wow! My little boy is going to be so HOT when he grows up!” Trunks resisted the urge to gag. “OOH! I’m so sorry!” Bulma said suddenly. “You must have been so uncomfortable when we were waiting for Goku and I was hitting on you!” “Yeah, a little.” “So, the person who you’re always talking to on the phone…is…me?” Bulma asked. “Yeah.” “Wow! Can I talk to her! Please!” Bulma begged like a child. Trunks blinked. “Sure. Just call the number for Capsule Corps.” Bulma nodded before bounding off to his room to get his phone, leaving father and son alone. “So,” Vegeta said, his voice filled with venom. “Is there a reason why you didn’t tell us?” Trunks gulped. “If I told you, I wouldn’t have been born.” “After you knew you were conceived?” Vegeta pounced on the fault in the excuse. “I was…nervous.” Vegeta spat at the floor. “Bullshit. You were afraid.” Trunks looked at his feet. “If I was afraid it was because I didn’t want to deal with your reactions!” “That’s still no excuse!” “But try to put yourself in my position! And keep in mind that you’d be dealing with the two most stubborn people on the planet!” Vegeta considered it for a moment. “Tell me. Who were you more afraid to tell? Me, or Bulma?” “You.” Trunks blurted out quickly, earning a chuckle from Vegeta. “Mom may be crazy, but I’m at least used to it. I can somewhat predict what she’s going to do! But with you, I’m at a loss. Not only are you MORE insane than Mom, which is a feat in itself, but I know absolutely nothing about how your brain works! Hell, I know absolutely nothing about you!” Vegeta thought for a moment. It was weird, hearing someone call Bulma ‘Mom’. The boy’s words sunk in a bit more. That was true. He had died before Trunks got a chance to meet him. To Trunks, Vegeta was unknown territory, and everyone, to some extent, fears the unknown. As long as one knows what they’re up against, they have an advantage. Vegeta sighed and left leaving Trunks to rest in the infirmary.
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That night Trunks called his mom to tell him what had figured out the problem that now they who he was and how they found out. “ITS NOT MY PROBLEM MOM I BLEW UP OKAY DON’T BE YELLING AT ME FOR NEEDING ANGER MANAGEMENT COUNCLEING I ALREADY KNOW I NEED HELP WITH MY ANGER!!!” Trunks screamed suddenly blowing out at his mother. “Don’t yell at me Torunksu Vegeta Brief you are in enough trouble already!!” OH BOY I’VE BEEN HEARING THAT FOR THE LAST TWO MONTHS NOW!!! I’VE HAD TO LAY IN BED GIVING YOU REPORTS AND HAVE HAD YOU LAUGH AT ME AND THEN YELL AT ME FOR CRASHING THAT STUPID TIME MACHINE!!!” “WELL SCREW THE WHOLE THING IT’S A BUNCH OF BULLSHIT!!! I WANT *sniff* TO GO HOME MOTHER I HATE IT HERE NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME OR ANYTHING AND THEY THINK I WANT TO KILL GOKU!!! IT’S BAD ENOUGH I HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THE ANDROIDS BECAUSE JACKASS GOHAN LEFT ME TO PROTECT THE WORLD BECAUSE HE HATED ME HE HATED THE FACT THAT I COULDN’T TRANSFORM INTO A SUPER SAIYAN LIKE HIM HE HATED THE FACT THE HE WOULDN’T SEE HIS FATHER SO HE WENT AND GOT HIMSELF KILLED JUST SO HE COULD SEE HIM AGAIN!! I LOST MY DICK BECAUSE OF THIS TRIP MOTHER THAT STUPID ALIEN FATHER OF FRIEZA’S KING KOLD CHOPPED IT OFF!!!!” Trunks screamed with tears pouring out of his eyes. “Oh Trunks… he didn’t hate you he just didn’t want you to get hurt please don’t cry Trunks he thought you would understand why he did it.” “Well I’m not ready for this mom I can’t do it the world is on my shoulders I can’t do it.” He cried. Then the heart monitor started going off on the support machine and his eyes snapped shut and he dropped the phone. “Trunks!” his mother screamed. “Don’t worry Trunks I’m coming!”
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Mirai Bulma arrived two weeks later Bulma led Trunks’s mom in the room. “Oh god what’s wrong with him!” “He’s been in a coma for about two weeks now.” “Oh lord I knew it I should have came back here I never should have sent him alone!” She wailed. “Trunks started coughing and tossing and turning then his hair lit up and he flashed super Saiyan. “Oh no this won’t be good. “Trunks I know you’re still in there wake up please!” “You’ll hurt yourself further.” She said shaking him while tears dripped onto his face. “Trunks please I can’t loose you like Gohan wake up!” “Goddamit Trunks wake up.” She cried resting her head on Trunks’s broad chest.
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Mirai Bulma had fallen asleep with his head on Trunks’s chest when she felt something brush through her hair. She moaned and looked up to see a pair of big blue eyes staring at her. “Hey…” He whispered weakly. “Hey.” She whispered back squeezing his wrist a little. Trunks’s tail swished a little. “Mom can you just leave the time machine I want to go home please…” Trunks begged. “No! Don’t think just because your weak you’re getting out of this easily Trunks Vegeta Brief.” But mom I had a dream and it seemed so real it was about Gohan.” “Trunks… we already went through this Gohan’s dead…” “No I think the androids have him locked up…*sniff* please I know he’s alive.” Trunks whispered. Mirai Bulma looked at her son with concerned and sad eyes. “Fine Trunks but your not going to look for him until you get better.”

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“Hey, you!” a different henchman yelled, pointing in front of them. A teen, with silver hair, black pants and shirt and a blue jacket stood before them hands in pocket he had blood covering him and it was obvious his arm was broken. “Ah, so you must be Frieza,” he said, smiling painfully. “I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you face to face.” “My, it looks like we have a guest,” King Kold said. “Now I’m going to destroy you,” he said. “Ooh, so scary. We should run, right father?” Frieza smirked, “You don’t know what you’re up against, boy.” “I know exactly what I’m up against!” he yelled, “And I’m not scared. Make no mistake. I’ll destroy you.” “Well, you are a certainly an arrogant little thing. Maybe you’re the strongest where you came from, but really. Fighting a little runt like you isn’t forth my time besides by the look of your condition your going to die soon so why don’t you just find a quiet corner and die.” “Maybe I didn’t make myself clear. You’re finished Frieza!” The boy snarled. Frieza growled in anger, but calmed himself down. “Hmm, well I don't have much time to play jokes. Foot soldier!” he yelled, and a green alien walked up behind him. “Put this boy out of his misery.” “Gladly.” “Everyone else, spread out!” Frieza shouted and the other henchmen circled him. The teen's eyes moved around at them, and then he said, “It's only fair I warn you guys, you don't stand a chance.” “Kid, you don't scare us!” one laughed. “Move aside. I need room to work here!” a soldier said and moved past him. He pushed the button on his scouter, and saw his power level. “Level five, eh? Well kiddo,” he said charging his arm blaster, “I hope you said your good byes! Cause its bout for you to go.” He fired an energy beam through the laser. The boy didn't flinch at the beam. It was a foot from him, and he swung his arm up. The beam flew high into the air and exploded on a mountain. “Wh…what just happened?” the soldier said. “I happened,” came the boy's response. The soldier fired more energy bolts, which were all blocked by the boy. “What? Impossible!” “Heyah!” yelled the boy and he dove at him, knocking him in the ship's hull. The boy winced in pain at his quick movements. “Hmm, seems the little dog has some bite to go with that bark after all,” Frieza said, “Attack!” The soldier's dove at him, weapons charged. The boy looked at them, and dove through their assault. He gripped the hilt of his sword and slashed out, sliced, stabbed, then landed a few feet beyond them. The soldiers fell, armor falling. A soldier was still standing, and was backing away. “Coward.” “Lord…Frieza,” he mumbled as he was finished by him. “So the boy does have potential,” King Kold said, looking at the boy, who was several meters away. “He does. But he's still a second rate child.” “Second rates don't defeat an army of yours, right?” “What a pleasant surprise,” King Kold said. “Yes, I think this trip is more interesting.” “Now, you two are going down,” he said. “Huh, huh, huh,” King Kold chuckled, “If nothing else I’d say this little creature is quite the comedian.” “He is at that. Let me give you a piece of advice,” Frieza began “He who acquires his skills quickly is the first to perish.” “Thanks for the tip,” he smiled. “Why you insolent brat-” “Listen up!” he talked back, “Now I have one for you, know your enemy. You’ve made many assumptions about me, and that is a price will cost you dearly.” He wheezed. “Boy! You should really hold your tongue.” King Kold rolled his eyes and said, “Just destroy him already, we haven't got all day.” “Really father, have some patience I’m just trying to have a little fun if you don’t mind.” “He's right you know… More like five minutes.” The teen said with a smirk. “Humph. And here I was going to follow through with my dinner plans,” he sighed. “So I've heard,” the boy said, looking at him more coldly, “But I'm canceling your date with Goku.” The boy said. Frieza's eyes widened, and King Kold asked “What's a ‘Goku’?” “Please, father. I know you're bored, but please play along.” King Kold snickered and crossed his arms and stared at the boy. “So you know the Saiyan monkey.” “By reputation,” “And I am Saiyan.” the boy smiled as he unwrapped a tail from around his waist. Frieza stared in shock. “And we'll be meeting soon enough.” He yawned. “Oh, so certain, aren’t you?” Frieza smiled, eyes closed and arms crossed. “But I couldn’t be more certain, Frieza!” he rasped, ticking him off. But the tyrant settled down and placed his hands on his hips. “Any minute now, Goku should be arriving on Earth, and only one of us will be here to greet him.” “Well,” Frieza said, “It just so happens I was going to suggest the very same thing. Well, I'm glad we can finally decide on something.” “Yes, it is.” “Then it's time for me to decide how I’m going to destroy you...” “Alright enough kidding around!” he yelled. “Err,” Frieza growled, for he hated being interrupted. “It's time you finally understood who I really am. So I'm going to let you two in on a little secret,” he said turning his body and leaning forward. “You're about to find out what it's like to fight a real super Saiyan. And I'm not talking about Goku.” “Huh!” Frieza gasped, and then looked calm, “You crack me up kid! I never met anyone who laid it on as thick as you!” King Kold joined in on the laughter. The boy spread his feet out and raised his head. The pebbles began to rise and the Earth began to crack around him. “What?” Frieza said, and stopped laughing with his father. “No, it can’t be!” “Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he yelled and his hair rose and his jacket rippled. “What…is he!?” King Kold yelled as huge amounts of energy was pouring from the boy. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!” he continued to cry. The dead henchmen flew into the air as his energy skyrocketed. His hair flashed gold, and stayed. His eyes were green, and he looked at the two. “No, it's impossible!” Frieza exclaimed. He had a flashback of the super Saiyan Goku, saying his name, “Frieza. “Hmm,” King Kold said examining his son, “So this is a super Saiyan.” “His eyes…they have…the same eyes!” Frieza breathed, and had another flashback of Goku. “Is it something I said?” the boy asked, his gold aura flowing around him. “DIE!” Frieza yelled and hurled an incredibly large energy beam, which exploded on him. “Well, he didn’t last long if you ask me,” King Kold said. “Really father, he was just a Saiy-” But from the smoke, the boy stood, unharmed. “Is that the best you got, Frieza? Cause if it is, you better give up now.” “No way!” Frieza yelled and fired an immense energy beam. “Frieza!” King Kold yelled, “You’ll destroy us all! “HAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he yelled and caught the beam. The force drove him back, though. He clapped his hands and the beam broke up, sending hundreds of individual beams out. “It looks like you’re running out of tricks, Frieza!” “This Saiyan is really something,” King Kold said. “Okay, that’s two. I’ll give you one more try,” he said, “Then it’s strike three! Your out, my turn.” Frieza flew high into the air and began the death ball. The ball increased in size dramatically. “Hurry up!” King Kold yelled, “Are you going to end this or not?” “Just watch me! This is for you, father!” he yelled and threw the ball. The boy looked up at the ball, raising his energy level. He held his arms up, and caught the ball. But it wasn't enough and the ball drove him into the ground. “You know that you could have done this earlier and saved us time.” “Really father, there’s just no pleasing you,” Frieza snapped, flying down. A cracking sound came from the death ball, and Frieza looked off as it began to rise. “There’s, no way!” King Kold gasped. “What?” The boy began walking out of the crater, carrying the ball above him. “Excuse me, is this yours?” he asked, still unharmed. “No way!” Frieza yelled and fired an energy beam, igniting the death ball. The explosion was huge; anything caught in the radius would have been destroyed. “Well done, Frieza! It only took you four tries to kill that little boy!” King Kold laughed. “Really father. I was just…warming up,” said the embarrassed Frieza. “Of course son, of course,” Kink Kold continued. Standing high above them on a mountain was the boy. He waved his arms around grabbing the air and touched his index fingers and thumbs. “Hey Frieza!” he yelled and fired the beam. “What!?” he yelled and father and son dodged the attack. “That brat! When I get my hands on him!” he yelled flying up, but was interrupted. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!” the boy yelled, sword raised. “What!? No!” Frieza cried and the boy slashed down, cutting him in half. “Uh…uh…” King Kold stuttered. He continued to slice him up and fired an energy blast, destroying ever piece of him. He looked back at King Kold and flew in front of him. “No way,” the king said. “Impressive, boy,” King Kold smiled, “You were able to kill my son.” “Yeah, and you'll be next!” he yelled sheathing his sword. “Wait, why not join me instead?” “What?” “Yes, my son only wanted to destroy the universe. The power of a super Saiyan and the brains of me, we will rule the universe with an iron fist!” “Never, I'd rather die in my time than join you.” “Your, time?” “That’s right,” he said leaning forward, “I'm not from this time. I'm from a time where nightmares are real. So you see, your son and you are not of a threat or danger to me. I've fought danger, and live in a nightmare.” “Then why come here?” “I'm not going to tell you that. Let's just say Goku would have killed you if I hadn't come.” “Then you're not going to kill me?” “Of course I am!” he yelled and powered up. “What are you doing?” “Killing you!” he yelled and flew towards him. “Wait!” King Kold yelled before he punched through him, “I want to see the weapon you killed my son with.” “My sword?” “Yes, you can trust me. Unlike my son, I'm not a liar.” “How can I be sure?” “You could kill me quickly, if you were able to kill my son.” The boy powered down and unsheathed his sword. He tossed the sword in the air and caught the blade and handed the handle to him. King Kold took it respectfully and looked at the blade. “Yes, yes. This is no ordinary sword. It's a magical blade, isn't it?” he asked. “Yes, it is.” “One last question before you kill me. What is your name?” “My name is Trunks, Trunks Briefs. Are you finished asking questions?” “Yes,” he said, “YES! I THINK WITHOUT THIS SWORD YOU ARE NOTHING!” he yelled and swung the sword down. Trunks raised his left arm and caught the blade. He power up to super Saiyan, and looked at him with cold eyes. “You…you monster!” Trunks growled and suddenly screamed when the sword stabbed through his shoulder. He pulled it out quickly and they fought over the blade. Then Cold teleported behind him and grabbed onto him and wrapped his tail around him. Trunks dropped the blade and screamed as both of legs were broken by Cold’s tail crushing them. He threw Trunks to the ground and jumped on him causing the boy to scream. Trunks struggled as Kold found away to pin him down from behind. Trunks felt his pants being unbuckled and unzipped and he gasped. Trunks was in panic now he tried flaring up to Super Saiyan. But he couldn’t his body was too weak. Trunks then felt his pants being tugged down. And Cold picked up Trunks’s sword. He felt the cold metal against his penis and he gasped. “No please don’t do it!” Trunks begged but Kold laughed. “Maybe this will teach you filthy monkey!” He snarled and cut through the soft flesh. Causing the boy to scream and since the pain was soo great he passed out.
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Trunks woke a while later he was so sore and looked around he saw Vegeta standing over him with his arms crossed. “Who the hell are you? Why did you defeat Frieza? How are you a Super Saiyan? What’s your name and where have you been at if you are Saiyan?!” Vegeta demanded pulling him up by the shirt. The boy studied him for a second. “What’s your problem boy never seen another Saiyan before?” Vegeta snarled getting agitated. *Not a pure blood anyways* “Um… in truth n-no…” Trunks said ready for a blow to the face. The others kept their distance away from the two while they figured things out. “Don’t smart off to me boy you don’t know what you’re dealing with?” “I’m warning you to back off before you push me too far now let go of me.” “No not till my questions are answered.” Vegeta snarled. “Fine you want to play that way?” Trunks asked and smirked. Then his hair turned golden yellow and the energy erupting from his body flung Vegeta off his weak body and he flew off as soon as he was free of his father’s grasp. “Should we just let him go Piccolo?” Gohan asked with heavy concern. “Well I think it’s a good idea I don’t trust that guy!” Yamcha said holding Bulma close. Piccolo looked at Bulma. “How bad did he look Bulma?” He asked. “Well if he doesn’t get help he could bleed out.” She whispered. “Gohan come with me you’re the one who can calm people down.” Piccolo said. “But Piccolo what if he attacks us…?” “That’s a risk I’m willing to take besides he’s still a kid if we can be quick enough we might me able to knock him out before he hurts anybody.” Piccolo answered. With that they were off.
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Trunks flew and flew until he was out of energy to fly so he started walking limping all the while. The spot between his legs hurt soo bad he wanted to just pass out and die and that was when his vision blurred and he fell to the ground.
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Goku hopped out of his space pod and started looking for Frieza. When he saw a bloody body lying in the middle of the desert. He noticed the man was fairly young and soon realized that it wasn’t a man but it was a teenager probably around sixteen or seventeen years of age. He looked him over and realized the boy had a long tail slightly swishing behind him. Goku was taken by surprise when the boy moaned and shifted trying to get up but Goku pushed him back down. “G-Goku…?” “Uh… yes how do you know my name?” Goku asked.
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Gohan look there! Piccolo whispered pointing to Trunks and Goku. “Daddy!” Gohan exclaimed but Piccolo covered his mouth. “Shhh… Gohan I want to know what the boy wants.”
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Trunks finished explaining where he was from and who he was and why he was here. “So if your half Saiyan who’s your dad?” “I mean it certainly couldn’t be Vegeta I can’t even imagine him with kids! Hahahahaha!!! Trunks blushed. “Kami Sama!!! Vegeta’s your dad!!!” “Well who’s your mo...ther…?” Goku looked at his jacket and burst out laughing. “Oh my gosh Bulma and Vegeta!?!” “Goku take the antidote when the virus starts to attack.” Trunks said hopping into his time machine. “But Trunks don’t you want some medical attention before you go?” Goku asked. “No thanks Goku I’ll be fine.” “Well okay be careful.” He said and flew off to find the others.
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The time-machine gave a funny jolt, pushing Trunks forward and causing him to hit his head on the front window. After muttering a few curses to himself, he inspected the stats of the machine. “Everything looks fine…” He mused, scanning the controls. It was then he noticed a red light blinking. “That cannot be good…” Then there was a bunch of explosions and the time machine blew up.
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Piccolo continued his explanation of what was to come in three years, while everyone listened on with scared expressions. He stopped suddenly, as he heard a loud explosion behind him. He turned, and quite a distance away was the form of the lavender haired boy, climbing out of the charred and beat up remains of his time machine. Piccolo turned to Goku, indicating that he go and see what was up with the boy. Goku nodded and flew over. Everyone watched for a second, before turning back to Piccolo and waiting to hear the rest of his story.
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Trunks panted, falling to his knees. He looked at the ground and saw red drips falling on the ground his eyes widened and he looked at his mid section which was all burned and bloody as well as a huge eight inch gash that ran across his stomach that was when he felt the pain. He screamed and screamed. “Oh Kami it hurts!!! Someone make it stop!!!” He screamed clutching his stomach trying to stop the bleeding. Goku landed and ran over to him “Hey Trunks why are you still here?” “Goku… help me…arrrgh…” Goku watched the boy with wide eyes then watched him slowly loose consciousness. Goku picked up the young demi-Saiyan he being the person he is couldn’t just let the boy die. He quickly flew back over to the group frantic. “Piccolo you can talk about it later the kid needs help!” “Bulma what can you do for him in this condition?” Goku said tearing Trunks’s shirt so she could get a better look at the injury. “I don’t know but if he doesn’t get help he could die.” She said. “Let’s just get him back to Capsule corp.” “N-no I’m fine.” “No way kiddo you’re staying put.” She said rubbing Trunks’s arm. Trunks tried to get onto his feet but Goku held him still. “No let her help.”
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“Here ya go, kid.” Bulma said motioning Goku to lay him down on the bed. “I’m going to try to get some x-rays now okay?”
One month later…
He had finished the phone. He would try it out in the morning. He started dialing the phone it rang yes I just invented a phone that can call through time!” “Hello?” came his mother’s voice. “Mom?” His voice cracked a bit. He really missed her. “Trunks? Sweetie, is that you? Where are you? How did things go in the past?” “Um…great…things are great…” “‘Are great’?” Bulma’s stern voice gave Trunks shivers. “You mean you haven’t left yet?” “Um…Mom, please don’t freak out…” “Why am I going to freak out?” “Well, um, hopefully you won’t, since I asked you so nicely…?” He said in a questioning tone, more hopeful than anything. “What happened, Trunks?” “The Time machine is completely busted. It won’t work, the parts I need to replace either A) can’t be found in this time, or B) can’t be put into the machine unless you’re…well, you.” He said quickly. “What did you do?” She asked, very exasperated. “Nothing. I didn’t do anything I crashed...” “YOU CRASHED?!” Bulma yelled at him. “YEAH AND I’M IN THE CAPSULE CORP. INFIRMARY BECAUSE OF IT I HAVE A NEARLY BROKEN ARM, A BROKEN LEG AND A BUNCH OF INTERNAL INJURIES BECAUSE OF IT!!!” Trunks screamed. “Don’t tell me…” Bulma sighed. “You got fed up with the machine and took out all your frustrations on it? You are so much like your father it’s scary and don’t raise your voice at me Mr. trouble maker.” “No it blew up with me in it for some reason the power button turned red and the radio said warning and then it blew up.” Trunks admitted. “But everything else is great. I killed Frieza, gave Goku the heart medicine, they know about the androids, and I’m not in immediate danger of not being born. Plus, I met my dad, and built a phone that can call across time. Pretty good for a week's worth, ne?” He said, evidently proud of himself. “Yeah, except every second you spend there, you’re disturbing the time line even more, and, since you can’t rebuild the time machine, I’m going to have to build another one here, then, I won’t even be able to get it to you until you’re born, because if I suddenly appear there, claiming to be your mother that’s not going to look good, and you probably won’t be born.” Trunks took a second to work out what she said. “I don’t get it.” Bulma sighed. “I can’t come to the past Trunks, or someone will recognize me. Then they’ll know who your mother is, and that will lead to questions about who your father is. And then, if we do manage to dodge that bullet, it won’t matter. The damage will be done. So, I’ll have to wait until you’re born, or at least conceived, until I come there, with either a new time machine, or the means of fixing yours.” Trunks finally understood. “And also, Trunks,” Bulma started again “We’re going to have to talk a lot. You need to be prepared for what’s going to happen between me and Vegeta. You need to know when you can get involved, and when you have to let things be. So, you’re going to have to talk to me every day.” “Kay, mom.” He agreed. “I will.” “Ok, bye Trunks. Get some sleep. If I know you, you haven’t slept all week and have been trying to find a way home.” Trunks gave a small chuckle. “Uh, yeah. Bye mom I love you.” He said quietly. “I love you to Trunks bye.” With that he hung up.
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It had been only three days. Three. Not that much, and already, Trunks was going to explode. “Gary” “no” “Robert” “no” “Bill” “no” “Dave” “no” “Why can’t you just tell me?” “Because I can’t.” “Hmmm…All the names I’ve been saying don’t really fit you, do they?” “Obviously not.” “Well, I’ll just have to try harder!” Trunks had to commend his mother’s spirit, but still, this was just annoying. Finally, it hit that day.
Day 4.
“I got it!” Bulma cried, staring at Trunks from across the dinner table. “What?” he sighed, prepared to hear her try to convince him that his name was “Vlad” or something? “Trunks!” She shouted triumphantly. Trunks froze. She knew by his reaction that she was right. “I knew it! It just hit me! The name suits you so well! Well, actually, I had another guess, but this seemed more likely.” She said, chuckling. Trunks was still frozen. After a few seconds, he was able to talk again. “What was your other guess?” He had to ask, though he was afraid of the answer. “You’ll probably laugh.” She said, blushing slightly. “I dunno, I was just watching you eat yesterday, and it hit me how much you look like Vegeta, and I absently thought that might work as your name. It does suit you, you know.” She said, not realizing Trunks had stopped all movement, and all the color had left his face. “Um, Kid? Trunks?” She asked, after 5 minutes, his expression still there. “Geez, I had no idea comparing him to Vegeta would have this affect.” So that was that. Everyone knew his name, and Trunks did not like it. Of course, his mother hadn’t helped at all when he told her what had happened. “If you’re quite finished yet!” He said, after listening to his mother laugh hysterically for a good 10 minutes. “It’s funny!” she cried, wiping tears from her eyes. “I fail to see the humor.” He said coldly. “B-but…She thought your name was….your name…Vegeta!” She got out through laughs. “I will hang up, you know I’m really in no condition to be talking to you if you’re going to be laughing at me! I hate it here! I want to go home!!!.” Trunks screamed with tears in his eyes. “Oh fine. But it IS funny. I will never let you live this down, Veggie.” She said, calming down, but the humor still in her voice. Trunks sighed. “So, is anything supposed to happen soon?” He asked. “Huh? Oh yeah, me and Yamcha should get into a big fight soon. We won’t break up, but it is where I make the decision that I have to break up with him soon. It might be better that you don’t get involved. I stay with him longer than I want to because I don’t want to be alone. If you’re there for me, I may have the strength to break up with him sooner, which may screw things up.” “Kay’. Trunks said simply, not liking the fact that his mother will be upset and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. “I gotta go, bye mom.” “Bye Veggie” Bulma chuckled again before hanging up.
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So, it had been two days, and still, Trunks hadn’t told them. Vegeta and Bulma suddenly walked into the infirmary discussing the gender of their child. “IT’S A GIRL!” “BOY!” “GIRL!” “BOY!” “It’s a girl! Women have an intuition about these things!” “It’s a boy! That’s final! If it’s a girl, we’re putting it back in until it’s finished!” “Babies don’t work like that, Vegeta!” Bulma sighed at him. “We’ll see!” the man said darkly. “Hi!” Trunks smiled brightly at them. “What do YOU think?” Bulma asked him. “Boy or girl?” She smiled sweetly. “Boy.” Trunks said bluntly. Bulma’s demeanor completely changed. “FINE! SIDE WITH THE MONKEY, WHY DON’T YOU!” Trunks blinked. “By your reasoning, I’m also a monkey, so by all means.” Trunks said a bit angry at the statement. “Why’d you say a boy?” She asked suddenly. ‘It’s now or never’ Trunks thought sulkily. He opened his mouth to explain when Bulma let out a joyful screech. “NAMES! SHE NEEDS A NAME!” “HE!” Vegeta and Trunks corrected at the same time. Bulma waved them off. “I like the name Bra…” She said dreamily. Father and Son exchanged disgusted glares. “I like the name Vegeta.” The soon-to-be father glared at the mother of his child. “OOH! I have a great idea!” Bulma yelled, causing Trunks and Vegeta to wince. “Since YOU’RE so sure it’s a boy, and I KNOW it’s a girl, we can make a bet!” She smiled brightly. Trunks blanched. This couldn’t be good. “If it’s a boy, we’ll name him Vegeta. When it ends up a girl, we’ll name her Bra!” Trunks went paler. “Dea- “Vegeta was about to agree before he was interrupted by a loud bellow of “NO!” Trunks was hyperventilating. He DID NOT like the idea of being named Vegeta. That was just weird. Plus, didn’t people usually grow into their names?? He was struck with the horrible image of his hairline reclining and hair sticking strait up. “You CAN’T name HIM Bra or Vegeta.” He said very forcefully. “And WHY not?” Bulma and Vegeta interrogated in unison. Trunks calmed himself. “Because he already HAS a name.” The both looked at him like he was insane. He rolled his eyes. “I’m from the future! Remember!” They blinked in understanding. “OOOH!” Bulma cried. “So you know my baby??” “Yes. Quite well, actually.” He smirked at his own joke. He vaguely noticed the suspicious glare Vegeta was sending his way. “Really? So does he survive the android attacks???” She asked, eyes widening. Trunks gave her a reassuring nod. “Of course.” Vegeta took a step forward. “So, what exactly is his name, Trunks?” Trunks lost the little color in his face he had regained. He took a deep breath. “It’s Trunks.” He waited for the inevitable responses. He could practically hear, feel, smell and even TASTE the glare Vegeta was sending at him. He looked to Bulma for support, but only found confusion. “I didn’t think Trunks was that popular of a name…But two kids, born around the same time with the same unique name…bizarre.” Vegeta lost his glare and just stared, open mouthed at Bulma. Trunks lost his fear of the glare and stared at her as well. “Yes, that is weird.” Vegeta said, still looking at her. “They would be born around the same year, at the same time as well, considering the day the child is due, and his” He pointed at Trunks “birthday. Not to mention they’d both have Saiyan blood, look strikingly like me, aside from eyes inherited from you and hair from your father.” Bulma considered the description. “Vegeta, you couldn’t possibly know what our son will look like-Realization dawned on her. “Ohhhhh!” She turned to Trunks. “Wow! My little boy is going to be so HOT when he grows up!” Trunks resisted the urge to gag. “OOH! I’m so sorry!” Bulma said suddenly. “You must have been so uncomfortable when we were waiting for Goku and I was hitting on you!” “Yeah, a little.” “So, the person who you’re always talking to on the phone…is…me?” Bulma asked. “Yeah.” “Wow! Can I talk to her! Please!” Bulma begged like a child. Trunks blinked. “Sure. Just call the number for Capsule Corps.” Bulma nodded before bounding off to his room to get his phone, leaving father and son alone. “So,” Vegeta said, his voice filled with venom. “Is there a reason why you didn’t tell us?” Trunks gulped. “If I told you, I wouldn’t have been born.” “After you knew you were conceived?” Vegeta pounced on the fault in the excuse. “I was…nervous.” Vegeta spat at the floor. “Bullshit. You were afraid.” Trunks looked at his feet. “If I was afraid it was because I didn’t want to deal with your reactions!” “That’s still no excuse!” “But try to put yourself in my position! And keep in mind that you’d be dealing with the two most stubborn people on the planet!” Vegeta considered it for a moment. “Tell me. Who were you more afraid to tell? Me, or Bulma?” “You.” Trunks blurted out quickly, earning a chuckle from Vegeta. “Mom may be crazy, but I’m at least used to it. I can somewhat predict what she’s going to do! But with you, I’m at a loss. Not only are you MORE insane than Mom, which is a feat in itself, but I know absolutely nothing about how your brain works! Hell, I know absolutely nothing about you!” Vegeta thought for a moment. It was weird, hearing someone call Bulma ‘Mom’. The boy’s words sunk in a bit more. That was true. He had died before Trunks got a chance to meet him. To Trunks, Vegeta was unknown territory, and everyone, to some extent, fears the unknown. As long as one knows what they’re up against, they have an advantage. Vegeta sighed and left leaving Trunks to rest in the infirmary.
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That night Trunks called his mom to tell him what had figured out the problem that now they who he was and how they found out. “ITS NOT MY PROBLEM MOM I BLEW UP OKAY DON’T BE YELLING AT ME FOR NEEDING ANGER MANAGEMENT COUNCLEING I ALREADY KNOW I NEED HELP WITH MY ANGER!!!” Trunks screamed suddenly blowing out at his mother. “Don’t yell at me Torunksu Vegeta Brief you are in enough trouble already!!” OH BOY I’VE BEEN HEARING THAT FOR THE LAST TWO MONTHS NOW!!! I’VE HAD TO LAY IN BED GIVING YOU REPORTS AND HAVE HAD YOU LAUGH AT ME AND THEN YELL AT ME FOR CRASHING THAT STUPID TIME MACHINE!!!” “WELL SCREW THE WHOLE THING IT’S A BUNCH OF BULLSHIT!!! I WANT *sniff* TO GO HOME MOTHER I HATE IT HERE NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME OR ANYTHING AND THEY THINK I WANT TO KILL GOKU!!! IT’S BAD ENOUGH I HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THE ANDROIDS BECAUSE JACKASS GOHAN LEFT ME TO PROTECT THE WORLD BECAUSE HE HATED ME HE HATED THE FACT THAT I COULDN’T TRANSFORM INTO A SUPER SAIYAN LIKE HIM HE HATED THE FACT THE HE WOULDN’T SEE HIS FATHER SO HE WENT AND GOT HIMSELF KILLED JUST SO HE COULD SEE HIM AGAIN!! I LOST MY DICK BECAUSE OF THIS TRIP MOTHER THAT STUPID ALIEN FATHER OF FRIEZA’S KING KOLD CHOPPED IT OFF!!!!” Trunks screamed with tears pouring out of his eyes. “Oh Trunks… he didn’t hate you he just didn’t want you to get hurt please don’t cry Trunks he thought you would understand why he did it.” “Well I’m not ready for this mom I can’t do it the world is on my shoulders I can’t do it.” He cried. Then the heart monitor started going off on the support machine and his eyes snapped shut and he dropped the phone. “Trunks!” his mother screamed. “Don’t worry Trunks I’m coming!”
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Mirai Bulma arrived two weeks later Bulma led Trunks’s mom in the room. “Oh god what’s wrong with him!” “He’s been in a coma for about two weeks now.” “Oh lord I knew it I should have came back here I never should have sent him alone!” She wailed. “Trunks started coughing and tossing and turning then his hair lit up and he flashed super Saiyan. “Oh no this won’t be good. “Trunks I know you’re still in there wake up please!” “You’ll hurt yourself further.” She said shaking him while tears dripped onto his face. “Trunks please I can’t loose you like Gohan wake up!” “Goddamit Trunks wake up.” She cried resting her head on Trunks’s broad chest.
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Mirai Bulma had fallen asleep with his head on Trunks’s chest when she felt something brush through her hair. She moaned and looked up to see a pair of big blue eyes staring at her. “Hey…” He whispered weakly. “Hey.” She whispered back squeezing his wrist a little. Trunks’s tail swished a little. “Mom can you just leave the time machine I want to go home please…” Trunks begged. “No! Don’t think just because your weak you’re getting out of this easily Trunks Vegeta Brief.” But mom I had a dream and it seemed so real it was about Gohan.” “Trunks… we already went through this Gohan’s dead…” “No I think the androids have him locked up…*sniff* please I know he’s alive.” Trunks whispered. Mirai Bulma looked at her son with concerned and sad eyes. “Fine Trunks but your not going to look for him until you get better.”