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" Dragonball Future Foretold "Written By: Gouki Disclaimer: I don't own the DBZ cast, I do however own any other unfamiliar characters that you will find. Summary: Trunks has returned from the past and is now searhing for New Namek to wish back the Z-Senshi. (Prequel to Dragonball R) Rating: R Dragonball: Future Foretold...
Chapter 3 Azaelya’s fist was blocked easily by Trunks’
knee, she thrust her leg upwards hoping to catch Trunks of guard,
in the face, but to no avail. He easily spun out of the and gave her
a slight, but still very powerful, jab to the stomach. With the wind
knocked out of her, she fell almost instantly. Trying out one the moves Gohan had taught her, she dove towards Trunks, allowing herself to be missed before hitting the ground, rolling to the side and grabbing Trunks legs from under him. As he fell she kicked him in the side and then fired a small chi blast into his back. Trunks was very impressed when he got back up. “Well done. Gohan did train you very well. But you’re also naturally skilled, I can tell.” Azaelya blushed at the compliment. “Trunks-kun? Where did you get all those bruises from?” He told her everything he had gone through in the past few days. They had only been training for a few hours, but he trusted her. He could sense her eagerness to help him. And now that Nameck seemed to be gone and all hope for the revival of his friends and father destroyed maybe Azaelya could help him find other gifted fighters and rebuild the world. Maybe they could. Azaelya couldn’t believe what she had heard. “That man you mentioned. Zarak wasn’t it? He was in a dream of mine last night. So were you. I-I-I don’t know what it meant… But… I need to find him.” “No.” Trunks said outright. “You’re not strong enough.” “Maybe not alone but together.” She countered, finishing off her argument by planting a kiss on his cheek. “Get some rest. I’ll think about it.” Trunks said after a few minutes of silence. “How did he get in here?!” Zarak roared at Ojuohsib and the soldiers. “This supposed to be difficult to get into! More to the point it was one of my fathers top men! You incompetent fool! Get out of my sight.” The soldiers left quickly, but Ojuohsib wasn’t ready to leave. “Zarak-sama, please, don’t kill me for this.” “My dear Ojuohsib I wont kill you. Seeing me with my new woman will be enough torture for you.” He put his hand on her shoulder. “I know you still care about me. I know it wasn’t your fault he got in. But I do know all security systems were turned off by you.” “Zarak-sama, I didn’t do that for him! I did for my own reason.” He cocked his head to the side. “And what was that?” “I thought Trunks would return. I wanted him to get in. So I could kill him for you. That way you would see my abilities are not completely useless.” “You think I don’t love you because of your abilities? When have you and Nenuohsib ever disappointed me before now? Never, your never have. It’s not your abilities. It’s you yourself.” Those words dug into her like an ice pick. “Understood.” She left trying to hold back tears. Trunks arrived on Kaio-sama’s planet wearing a somber face. Everyone knew what it meant. No one was coming back to life. “I’m… Sorry.” Trunks announced. “When I got to Nameck someone was already there. His name is Zarak. Everything was destroyed.” Vejita was the first to say anything. “Zarak?” Trunks nodded. “No. It can’t be…” “Dad?” “Zarak was a scientist, hired by Furiza to study the Saiya-jin. He was typically crazy and worked under his father Zarkon. Furiza wanted to know how we worked, and while he got results… Zarak and his father were taking DNA from all Saiya-jin. Except the royal family. Apparently they wanted to create an ultimate Saiya-jin, one to kill Furiza for them. When Furiza found out he was furious. Vejita stopped for a short moment, reflecting on his memories. “Somehow the two escaped Furiza’s watchful eye and returned to their home planet of T’kroth-sei and tried to find the right combination for the ultimate warrior. They never succeeded apparently and Zarak broke away from his father promising that he would bring him back the ultimate warrior.” “Amazing.” Tenshinhan muttered. “I’ve heard of the T’kroth-jin before. They meant to be incredibly smart, but fairly weak physically.” Piccolo said. “Yes. Be careful Trunks. T’kroth-jin, especially Zarak or Zarkon are not to be taken lightly.” Vejita said. “Thanks. Gohan, I hope you don’t mind but I’m training Azaelya for you.” Trunks told him. Gohan’s eyes lit up. “You’ve met her? She’s great isn’t she?” Trunks nodded in agreeance. “Trunks-kun, since none of us are coming back you need to do somethin' for me: Survive.” Gokou said solemnly. Trunks knew exactly what he meant. “I will. Thank you Son Gokou. I have to leave now. Urunai Baba said I only have few minutes at most and it was by special permission.” Trunks took a deep breath. He was no longer fighting back tears. “Goodbye everyone. Maybe one day you will all return to the world of the living.” Gohan and Vejita felt the emotions of this goodbye the most. Trunks was never one lots of words, her kept things short. The Z-Senshi were all feeling the pain of this goodbye, admittedly not everyone knew Trunks that well, but the fact that they would never be leaving this place made it hard. A feeling of hopelessness had drowned everyone on the planet effortlessly. “Goodbye.” Each of them said in return to Trunks as he left. By the time Trunks returned to Capsule Corp. it was dark. He had spent most of the day wandering around aimlessly after returning from Kaio-sama’s. His mind was a mess and he didn’t know if he could return home. It had been a day since he returned from Nameck-sei, but he hadn’t told Buruma she would never see Vejita again. He couldn’t. There was one thing he could do though… “Azaelya!” Trunks called out, when he got inside. “Get ready! We’re taking the fight to Zarak just like you wanted!” Azaelya ran down the stairs to meet Trunks. She was completely ready for action. Buruma walked out of the kitchen and knew why Trunks had taken so long. “Good-bye’s are hard aren’t they Trunks?”
Buruma asked softly. His response was a nod. Buruma wished Trunks good luck and told him she would get started as soon as her and Chi-Chi finished their meal. She also promised Trunks she would not tell Chi-Chi about Nameck or the Dragonball’s. Nenuohsib lay on his bed alone. Ojuohsib had been training almost all day trying to work her rage off. Zarak had taken Trunks back to Capsule Corp. Why? Did he want Trunks to come back? Was he testing him? “Zarak you fool… If Trunks attacks again he could be trouble this time. And we still need a new plaything for you.” Ojuohsib said to himself bitterly. “You told us to never underestimate Saiya-jin… Why are you?” He got up and walked over to his door. The silent alarm light was blinking. If his assumption was correct, Trunks was back. A ball of chi ripped through a soldier’s chest, leaving the body with a smoldering hole, Trunks stood over him grinning. “You really know how to make an impression, don’t you?” Azaelya asked as she half-heartedly tripped a soldier and kicked him in the base of the skull. “What can I say-” Trunks thrust his sword into another soldiers neck. “-I like the attention.” Azaelya flipped a soldier into another two, before
spinning into the one about to fire at Trunks and breaking most of
his ribs with her elbow. Trunks effortlessly dodged three soldiers
punching and kicking before jabbing the taller one in the face, kneeing
the larger man in the groin and hitting the female’s neck knocking
her unconscious. “Zarak? Nenuohsib and Ojuohsib are prepared for battle. They merely await your word.” Tetsujin reported giving a slight military bow. Zarak gave a tight smile. “Good.” He removed his cloak and prepared to leave. “Stay here and call back all soldiers, then come out here yourself.” Tetsujin nodded. As soon as he was sure Zarak was gone, he pulled a small optical disk from inside a draw. He inserted it into the terminal, and began to download all the data regarding Zarak’s cloning operations, and the perfect woman he was going to create, as well as the his plans for the two sets of Dragonball’s-“Two sets?” Tetsujin muttered in surprise.-When the downloading had finished her changed one small detail: She would be able to think for herself. Outside, all of the soldiers had begun retreating back into the ship. Trunks and Azaelya immediately began to focus their chi, as they knew Zarak was coming, and they would probably die. Zarak and his two bodyguards zanzokened in front of the two warriors- Trunks kissed Azaelya’s neck passionately as he unbuttoned her top- Nenuohsib flew towards Trunks, who pivoted and stretched his arm hitting Nenuohsib right in the back. Nenuohsib hit the ground, but instantly flipped back over and kicked Trunks in the face- The two fell on the hotel bed, Trunks pulled of Azaelya’s boots as she took of his singlet planting a kiss on his chest- Azaelya took in a few deep breaths before charging at Ojuohsib, who was fully prepared to counter almost any attack. Without warning Azaelya stopped only a meter away from Ojuohsib who lost her balance in surprise, as she stumbled Azaelya started up again and headbutted her in the face. Blood started spurting from her nose- Azaelya’s breasts bounced slightly as Trunks positioned himself on top of her, kissing her starting with her chest and finishing on her neck as she kissed his shoulder before finishing on each his lip as they moved up and down each other- Ojuohsib recovered from the attack landed a punch right
on Azaelya’s jaw that sent her flying. She followed up to this
punch by kicking her in the lower back. Azaelya hit the ground and
skidded along it before stopping. Silent and still. Ojuohsib, pleased,
began to walk over to Trunks and Nenuohsib but stopped as Azaelya
grabbed her leg and swept her, knocking her to the ground. Just as
she got back up Zarak told her it was his turn- Zarak planted a jump kick on Azaelya’s neck, throwing her down to the ground. Her leg twitched. Her erratic movements fooled Ojuohsib, but Zarak was not so easily impressed. Trunks and Ojuohsib were merely a flurry of fists as they each fought fiercely hoping the other would make a mistake. A twisted grin crossed Ojuohsib’s face as he kicked a clump of dirt into Trunks face, before taking off and allowing Zarak to take over- Azaelya drew back, and opened her eyes giving an orgasmic cry as her breathing stopped for an instant, her hand gripping Trunks’ tightly. He gave a stilted breath and swallowed hard as the world crumbled away from them for a moment- Trunks fought against the sand and barely opened his right eye only to see Zarak closing in on him. In desperation he unsheathed his sword and threw it like a spear into Zarak’s side stalling him enough to grab Azaelya- “I love you.”- Zarak raised his arm and an explosion decimated the entire area, save him and his ship. Night had come by the time Trunks and Azaelya were able to make their escape. Soldiers were everywhere, and Trunks had barely been able to give enough energy to Azaelya without alerting any guards. Slowly they began to float, attempting to make a hasty, but undetected escape. Foolishly Trunks tried to move along the mountain face closely. Azaelya was against this move from the start, and gave a sheepish grin when she started a mini-avalanche when her foot dragged along the side of it to avoid being seen. “Shit!” Trunks bit out, “come on! Let’s go!” Azaelya nodded, and the two flew off being followed by a squadron of five soldiers. For twenty minutes the seven people flew towards North City, Trunks and Azaelya stopped just outside of the city limits as to stop any damage from occurring to the people or their cities. The soldiers lacked the control to stop as efficiently and overshot their positions. Or at least they would have had Azaelya and Trunks not snapped their necks by sticking their arms out. The previous ‘battle’ had taken a lot out of the Z-Senshi, which was evident by the bruises and blood littered around their bodies. The soldiers made the mistake of thinking this would be easy. Trunks swung his arm around elbowing the General in the face, while still pushing him along with his elbow Trunks slammed his open palm into the chest of the general. A large stream of blood spurted out at first, small drops splashing over Trunks’ face, most of it though just dripped down Trunks’ arm. Blood. I hate it. I’ve seen so much of it needlessly spilt. Trunks though to himself in disgust. Now I’m spilling it more than they are… Trunks shook his thoughts away, now wasn’t the time for a breakdown about the hopelessness of everything, and disintegrated the man as if he was nothing. Azaelya was taking on two at a time, and doing quite well. She blinded the larger soldier with a flash of energy to the face and proceeded to beat his partner to make it easier for her. Grabbing him from behind the head she brought her knee up into his face shattering his nose and smashing a few teeth as well. He leant back screaming as blood streamed down his face dripping of onto the ground. She went to deliver a deathblow to him only to be stopped by the larger soldier grabbing her around the throat and holding her at knifepoint. Trunks saw Azaelya being beaten helplessly. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t spill more blood needlessly. Trunks thought of his friends dying. Gohan. Piccolo. Tenshinhan. Son Gokou. Kuririn. Yamucha. And his father, Vejita. Had all their deaths been for nothing? If Trunks were to die now they would have been. Blood will always be spilt, and this led Trunks to a conclusion he had never thought of before. Better theirs than mine. He drew his sword and signaled for Azaelya to duck her head. His rage encompassed him, he would no longer hold back anything in battle. Zarak would die. They all would at his hands. And he didn’t care how much blood he had to spill to do it. After this battle though, that was it. No more. The sword thrust out faster than the soldiers could react, through the smaller mans neck before narrowly missing Azaelya’s head and threw the larger mans face. Instantly his body went limp. Azaelya ducked out from under the soldier shocked. Trunks hugged her and planted a kiss on her lips after sheathing his sword. He took her by the hand when he finished and the two flew down to a hotel. Trunks couldn’t be bothered dealing with anyone so they just flew the top window. Trunks wiped the blood from her brow and kissed her deeply as he began to unbutton her top… ~ * ~ |
