The Dark Warriors
Created by: Beta Genius
Main Villain and story additions by: General Josh
Introduction
The characters in this story are all the same from the three series except for two new ones, (and some off characters too, but anyway). Here is a brief description of them both and who they are:
Clef Diamond- A legendary power feared within the minds of all Sayajin’s. His soul comes from the Dark Star Dragonballs, where he was capable of traversing the gap between the timelines. His spirit found a person that was traveling the timelines which had no intension on doing so. He “infected” her and stole some of her memories. With the memory of her deceased brother, the original Clef, the evil spirit was able to take a new and powerful form; a Sayajin/ Lemiren hybrid. This spirit was forgotten by the Sayajins, but it still lingered in their nightmares. That dark spirit was the first Super-Sayajin from legend, the Mammoth Ape, the one the royal Sayajin bloodline relates to.
I know, ridiculous, right? Well, when that Sayajin destroyed himself from his awesome powers, his spirit was cursed by the Lord of the Universe, Kaioshin, so that he could never reincarnate himself. With the advent of his new form, he wishes to take his glorious revenge to the max; he wishes all and everything destroyed...
Vadolla- As the only Lemiren/Sayajin ever, she is the only one who can warn the others about Clef’s intentions of destroying the timelines. Her power surpasses that of any normal Sayajin or Sayajin/Human hybrid and, with her Lemiren royal heritage, she is able to have telekinetic powers that no one has ever seen. With this she also has the power to cross between timelines, (most of the time it’s involuntary). Usually she is a kind hearted person who does not like fighting, but if anyone makes her mad... let’s just say it makes a really big OUCH. Once living in the third timeline, (same time area as Future Trunks), she was able to go into a different timeline, (in which Clef took her memories). Her mother was the Lemiren princess Maria, (trapped inside from the regular now known timeline to the third, where she married the Sayajin Taraca, Vadolla’s father). The rest of her family history is not known.
Lemiren- Once clients of the Sayajin’s to conquer other worlds for them, they were almost extinct when King Cold’s armies destroyed their world without warning. They were a powerful race of psychic beings, even stronger than the ‘brawn-bent’ Sayajins, yet their fall was because they did not believe in fighting, (period), only for self-defensive reasons. But since the royal family, (the strongest force), was trapped in the third timeline, the people of the planet had no defense against them.
The story takes off a year after Future Trunks returned to his home. When he goes back to Goku’s time, the GT series has already past a few years, (but they all were wished back to the prime of their youth because Dende felt that there was an evil peril coming and needed the gang to be younger to fight it.). (I’ve never seen DBGT, so bare with me here!) Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Part One
“Hey, Trunks, can you get out here for a second?” his friend who worked in the workshop shouted from outside.
“Yeah, be right there!” Trunks replied, setting down the tool he had in his hand and walking out of the work shop. “What is it?” he asked, seeing that he was looking up into the sky.
“That light. It doesn’t seem normal, does it?”
“No,” Trunks said stepping forward, “it doesn’t.”
“What do you think it is?”
“I don’t know.”
Still looking up to the sky, he noticed that the light began to get brighter and brighter as it came ever closer towards the Earth. It was the middle of the daytime, the blazing sun beating in the sky, so how could this thing be seen? He blinked a few times, and realized what it was the second before it slammed into the ground.
The blast exploded a mile away, causing a shockwave to spread throughout the planet. Trunks and anyone near it were only blown away by it, but everything, and everywhere else was dust. The buildings flew and crumbled like poorly made sandcastles, and soon there was no trace, like they weren’t even there to begin with. The sky turned dark, bits of debris falling from the air and settling onto the ground.
When Trunks could finally sit up, he looked around to see the demolished area. It was as dark as night, and the fires of the crumbled buildings was the only light there. He fell back, unable to sit up any longer. He was hurt badly, his right leg and arm broken, scrapes cutting across his arms and face. He couldn’t see very well, for tons of dirt and ash filled the air. He thought about going to the time capsule he’d been fixing, to go back and get some help, (because no one could help him here), but he couldn’t move.
There was a minutes silence as he thought, but he began to hear footsteps approaching him. He saw someone in the corner of his eye walk pass, and he said the best he could so they could here him, “Hey...hey wait, please!”
Apparently they heard him and rushed over. He couldn’t see who it was because it was too dark, but it looked like they weren’t hurt at all.
They looked at him with sympathetic and sorrowful eyes as he spoke. “Please, help me. If you have any kindness in you, please help me over to that workshop over there. Inside is a machine, help me to there.”
They looked left, then right, and turning back to him. “Alright, I will help you,” they said in a whisper. Helping him up, they put his arm around their shoulder and walked pass the work shop door to the time machine. He climbed in and was about to say thank you, but when he turned back they were gone. With no time to contemplate things, he turned the machine on and changed it to around Goku’s time, waited a few seconds, and the time machine and him blinked out of that time.
***
The time travel was off a bit, so instead of being just a year since he’d left, it had been several years in Goku’s time. Trunks had met Gohan and the others and was taken to a hospital. He’d stay there until he became well again, and in that time he kept thinking of what to do next. The power in the time capsule was well below the average rate, so until Capsule Corp. or someone made another power cell for it, he couldn’t return home.
He didn’t really say much, for he couldn’t and didn’t want to. He never talked about the subject of what happened, only just once to without full detail. Usually the gang showed up to see how he was doing, and even then he only answered there questions with a word or two.
One day, however, it was early in the morning and Trunks was somewhat awake when he heard the sound of someone humming a song in the hallway. He couldn’t tell at first but when they passed the door he recognized the tone and had a hunch of who it was. Without saying anything, he quickly sat up out of the bed and grabbed the crutches to the side, hobbling out the door.
He shouted after the person who was still walking through the hallway, “Excuse me, miss. Miss!”
She stopped humming and turned around to face him. Seeing him turned her face to a shocked look and she ran over to him. “Sir, what are you doing, you can be out like this.” She helped him quickly back into the room and he sat again. “Now don’t get up again, okay? The doctors would through a fit if they found out.”
The girl was about his age with long, silver hair which was put up in a pony tail. She wore a pair of blue jeans with a light blue tank top. Her eyes were an ocean or royal blue.
She was about to walk out the door, but stopped when Trunks questioned, “Silver hair?”
She turned back with an annoyed look and said, “Yes, I know, it seems strange but it’s my natural hair color.”
“I don’t think it’s strange. What I think is strange is why you’re out of your nurses uniform, if you are a nurse.”
“I’m a nurse, only part time though,” She sat in a chair in the corner of the room and continued. “The hospital is short on staff so I just got this job part time.”
“Uh, not to be rude or anything, but what’s your name?”
“Vadolla. What’s yours?”
“Mine’s Trunks.”
She looked at him questionably. “Trunks?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“Nothing, I have no problem with that, honestly. Well, okay then, Trunks, you stay here and don’t get out of bed if you want those broken bones to heal.”
“Alright. But just one more question. I fell like I’ve seen you somewhere before or like I’ve met you somewhere. What do you think?”
She paused to think and replied, “No, I don’t believe we’ve met. Anyway, I have to finish my shift, so I’ll see ya around.” She got up and said while she was walking out the door again. “Bye, Trunks.”
“Bye.”
Every morning Vadolla had her shift and hummed the same song day after day. Anytime her shift was in the wing Trunks was in, she’d stop by for a minute to see how he was, (of course this was her job too). After a few months they became friends. A few weeks before Trunks was released from the hospital, though, her part time job was over.
Getting out of the hospital finally, Trunks was allowed to stay at Capsule Corp. while Bulma looked over his time machine to see what she could do, still surprised that she was alive and young again. He helped out around the place and sometimes even trained. But there was just one little controversy...
“How are we gonna tell you two Trunks’ apart?”
“Well why don’t you call him Chibi Trunks and me just Trunks.”
“Uh-uh, there’s just no WAY I’m gonna be called Chibi Trunks!”
“Well, how ’bout Little Trunks?”
“No!”
“Small Trunks?”
“No!!”
“Tinny Trunks, Minny Trunks, Microscopic Trunks?”
“No, no, NO!!!”
“Well we gotta change one of your names so we can tell you apart. How about Big T?” Bulma suggested.
“Yeah, that sounds cool,” ‘Little’ Trunks agreed.
“Alright then, from now on you’re known as Big T.”
“Oh cooool! I’m Big T! In your face!”
Days passed, and everything seemed normal. Just nice, peaceful, calm, but something just didn’t seem right. There was something there that no one could quiet put their finger on, but the gang could sense that there was something.
When Trunks was in town for a walk, it was a blissful snowy day. It was a little cold, and he really didn’t mind it much, but in a half an hour walking he thought he might stop at a diner for coffee.
Sitting on a stool at the main table he ordered a glass of coffee. He looked around slightly to all the chattering people, and noticed that there was one person who wasn’t talking. The person sat right next to him and he knew them.
“Hey, Vadolla,” he said.
“Oh, hello, Trunks. Haven’t seen you in a while,” she said, now seeing that he was there.
“Nope,” He paused for a brief second noticing that the coffee was there, and continued. “So how’ve ya been?”
“Okay. But you know what, I’ve noticed that there’s something very strange running through the air, have you?”
“Yeah. Sort of like something’s not exactly right.”
“Hmm.. it makes ya wonder.”
Trunks took a drink of the coffee and said, “If you don’t mind me asking, when you were working in the hospital, walking though the hallways and all, what was that you were singing?”
“That? Well that was...”She suddenly stopped and grabbed her head in pain. She stood up quickly, looking like she didn’t mean to, and fell to the ground.
“Vadolla, what is it, what’s wrong?” Trunks asked, quickly kneeling to the floor.
“My...head it...it hurts!” she moaned in pain.
“Hey, somebody get some help! What the heck’s going on?!” Trunks yelled, so everyone in the diner could hear, and when people ran out the door to get help, he continued, “Vadolla, say something.”
But she could not hear him, for the pain in her head was too much to handle, and she fell unconscious.
***
She woke up slowly, the rays of light from the sun out the window hitting her face. She was in the hospital again. Trunks was sitting in a chair a few feet away reading a book. He came to attention that she was awake a few seconds after and said, “Hey, you’re awake, that’s good. You’ve been asleep for about four hours now, got you here an hour after you fell unconscious though.”
“That’s alright,” she said with a smile, but she turned her head with an angry look and made a fist, thinking. “It’s always the same. It’s always that blessed vision!”
“Yo, is something wrong?”
“Huh?... It’s nothing.”
“Well you’re awake, glad to see it,” the doctor said stepping into the room. “You had a minor shock so that’s why you fell unconscious. Why you had a shock we don’t know, and we don’t know what was wrong with your head either. Maybe stress or something like that but we can’t be certain. Anyway, since you were in here for such a short time you are free to leave.”
When the doctor had left, she stood up and walked out, Trunks following. On the streets again, Vadolla began to walk away, but stopped when Trunks said, “Are you going to be okay?”
“Yeah,” she replied walking backwards to face him. “I’ll be fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’ll be fine. Oh, and thanks again.”
“No prob’. Bye.”
“Bye, Trunks.”
Trunks turned in the other direction, where he walked home.
At Goku’s house, everyone was enjoying a peaceful life. No one had any worries, (besides for getting the chores done), and they really didn’t concentrate on training. But they, too, began to notice something was up, and it wasn’t good.
“So what should we have for dinner today, guys?” Chi-Chi asked as they all sat in the dinning room.
“I don’t know. Gohan did catch a fish this afternoon so why don’t we cook that?” Goku said.
“Well one reason could be that we’ve been having fish for the past few years. But if you really want fish again then okay.”
“All right then. I’ll go get it.” Goku got up out of his chair and went outside to get the fish. While he was out there though, he thought he heard someone there, but he thought again that it was only his imagination. Walking back inside he set the fish on the kitchen counter and sat back in the chair.
When the fish was cooked, they began eating dinner and quickly finished it. Right after they all went to sleep.
The next morning however, Goku would find out that it wasn’t just his imagination and that someone had been there. When he walked outside, he stepped on, what it looked to be a letter of some kind. This was in fact a message that said:
“The world strongest fighters are welcome to join in the fight of the century. This tournament will see who is the strongest fighter in the universe and claim the new ruler over King Cold’s armies, (only the best will do!) This is an anything goes fight, (except for a few rules), and there is no age limit. You may take the spaceship that is scheduled to head here, or you may take your own transport. The tournament will be held at Planet Z17 in the Tye sector four days from now. Hope you will be able to attend.”
“Huh, wonder who sent it,” he said after he had read it to Gohan and Chi-Chi.
“Well, are we going?”
“Sure, if it’s alright with your mom.”
Gohan looked to Chi-Chi. “Can I, mom?”
She had an angry look on her face, like she was definitely going to say no, but instead said, “As long as you don’t get hurt.” They looked at her with a surprised look, and she continued, “Well, I can’t keep you from going. Just as long as you keep a 24-7 watch on him, Goku, I’ll allow it.”
“Yeah, of course I will.”
“Swear it!” she shouted with a cold gaze.
“Okay, I swear.”
“And you too, Gohan, promise that you wont get hurt.”
“I promise I won’t get hurt.”
She paused for a minute, and said, “...Okay you can go.”
Gohan let out a cheer and Goku smiled. In two days they would be headed for the fight of the century, or so they knew it.
“Three outs, bottom of the ninth, bases loaded and three points behind. Do you think they can win? Stay tuned and find out!” the announcer said.
Yamcha’s baseball career had been going quite well over the seasons, and now at the last World Series games the pressure was on... well sort of.
“One mil, and there’s no exception.”
“What! You’re crazy! We can’t afford that!”
“Hey, biggest game in history, can you afford to lose that kind of glory? It’s either one million, or you lose.”
“....Can I put it into a monthly payment?”
Yamcha grinned. “I knew you’d understand.” He picked up a bat in the dugout and walked up to the plate, just a few feet away so the pitcher could get ready. When everything was set, he stepped up to the plate. Still grinning, he mumbled under his breath, “Okay, see if you can get by me.”
The pitcher rolled his head back slightly and set it back, taking a step back. Suddenly he pitched the ball and it flew right past Yamcha. As the catcher threw the ball back, Yamcha ran through his head how that could’ve happened. But he shook his head and prepared for the next pitch. Again, it flew right past him.
“This is starting to tick me off!” he thought. He got ready for probably the last pitch, gritting his teeth angrily. The stadium became virtually silent, as the pitcher stepped back again.
And in a split second, Yamcha swung and hit the ball, making it fly high and out of the stadium, causing a grand slam.
“He did it; Yamcha won the World Series! This has been coverage from the DBZTV broadcasting in City Stadium, good night everybody.”
Walking to the locker room, the whole team was crammed by reporters from TV, newspapers, magazines, (and even lawyers who said they could switch their team for a better pay). But most of those people were scattered around Yamcha, who was the biggest bragger, (well, maybe just a little).
“So Yamcha, now that you’ve one the World Series, the biggest game in history, what are you going to do next?”
“Well, I plan to by a house somewhere on the ocean and relax for a bit.”
“Anything else you like to add?”
“Sure, there’s always me signing a renewed year contract, but besides that, I have no other plans.”
Reaching the locker room, he tried to enter without being mobbed by anymore reports and did so. When he thought he was safe though, someone, (a mail person of course), stepped up to him and handed a letter. “No one knows where it came from but it was for you,” the mail person stated.
“Thanks,” he said and the mail person walked away. Opening it up he read that it was about a tournament... the same letter that Goku had gotten.
At Capsule Corp., everyone was enjoying a quiet dinner. Everyone had been busy that after noon, with Dr. Briefs and Bulma working on the ship, Bulma’s mom cooking, Vegeta training outside in the training pod, (still having a grudge against Goku being stronger than him), and Trunks and Big T challenging each other at videogame matches. It all seemed like normal as usual, but while in the middle of it, Vegeta got out of his seat suddenly, looking out the window. With an outraged look on his face, he ran to the door, opened it and shouted outside, “Get back here you little punk so I can kick your...”
“Vegeta! There’re children in here that can still hear you!” Bulma shouted. She walked over to the door and continued. “So what was it?”
“It was one of King Cold’s men, I’d know that squid-face anywhere.”
“You sure?” Trunks asked.
“Yeah. Their slimy faces aren’t hard to recognize.”
“What do you think they wanted?”
“Don’t know,” he said walking back inside. Bulma turned and was about to close the door when she saw something on the doorstep. It looked like an invitation of some sort, so she brought it inside.
Opening it up, she read half way through it when Big T asked, “Hey, what is that?”
“Looks like a letter. It says that the worlds strongest fighters are invited to anything goes marshal arts tournament.”
“What! Let me see that,” Vegeta said, taking the invitation and reading it for himself. When he was finished, he sat back in his chair and said, “Better start packing then.”
“You can’t be serious! You’re not going to that thing half way across the galaxy, are you?!”
“What are you talking about?” Trunks questioned.
“Of course I’m going! I’d be a fool not to.”
“What’s going on?” Big T asked.
“Is this just to prove that you’re stronger than Goku?”
“No! It’s for the honor!”
“Hey! Will someone just tell us what’s going on?!” Trunks yelled, getting their attention.
“Well, there’s a marshal arts tournament that’s going to be held to see who’s the strongest fighter in the universe,” Bulma stated with a sigh.
“Oh cool! Are we going?”
“Yeah, tomorrow actually, so get packing.”
Big T put the fork in his hands on the table, quickly running to get his suitcase and start packing. Trunks hesitated getting up for a second, but put the fork in his hand on the table and went to go pack as well, not saying anything.
“Are you sure about taking them, especially older Trunks? I mean he did just get out of the hospital.”
“Well this will be a good time for him to get his mind set. It should be best for him, I mean, I don’t want MY son to get as soft as Kakarotto’s.”
She sat back to dinner and said, “Hope you’re right.”
Part Two
The next morning, Vegeta, Trunks, and Big T were about to leave for the tournament when they were stopped by a surprising delay.
“What the...! Woman, what are they doing here?!”
“I invited them over, Vegeta. Seeing how they all got invitations too, I thought it would be best if they came along too. It isn’t your spaceship, Vegeta, you can share it for a day or two.”
He turned his head and walked into the spaceship, saying nothing.
“Still the same old Vegeta, huh?” Kuririn inquired.
“Yeah, hasn’t change a bit really. But you guys can start putting your luggage in.”
“Hey, thanks again for letting us use the spaceship,” Goku said.
“No problem.”
When everything was ready, everyone said goodbye and they were off to the tournament. Big T was real excited about being at his first marshal arts tournament that wasn't on earth and said when they were off the ground, “Wow, were actually going to the tournament! When I get there, the first thing I’m going to do is beat fifteen people in a half an hour!”
“That’s quite a lot of people for someone your age. Why don’t you start with one and work your way from there,” Yamcha said.
“Just because I’m little doesn’t mean I’m weak!”
“Yep, got his dad’s attitude alright. He wouldn’t miss it for the world. But I’m surprised that you would come, Trunks, I mean with what happened to you and all.”
Trunks turned his head from where he was looking out the window. “I’m okay now. Besides, a messily tournament wouldn’t hurt at all.”
In two days the arrived at the small, green-brown planet of Z17. It was a swampland planet, filled with trees skyscraper size the covered the land except in small areas where they had been cut. The inhabitance was some sort of frog species, standing like people, speaking like people, but they were frogs!
After landing, they were escorted to an auditorium where all the competitors would be introduced and would be given their participating numbers, (and since there was about a hundred people it would probably take a while).
Nearing the end, most of the gang had gotten their numbers, (including Piccolo who must’ve gone on the scheduled spaceship). But there were just a few more people who needed a number, one being Gohan.
“Now, number ninety-nine, Gohan of planet Earth,” the announcer said, and Gohan walked up and took a metal bar which read ‘ninety-nine’. When he’d gotten off the stage, the announcer continued, “And finally, number one hundred, Vadolla from...umm...”
“That’s alright, I didn’t put where I come from because it’s quite hard to say if you’re from an unknown planet,” she said walking onto the stage.
Everyone was a bit surprised when they saw her, but the person who was most of all was Trunks. He had no idea that she was a marshal artist, let alone not from Earth. But if she wasn’t from there, where was she from? It had to be another humanoid planet, something like Earth.
Afterward, they were all shown to a large hotel where everyone was to stay, (of course made from another tree). Their entire luggage had been placed in the lobby, where they picked it up, and they were shown to their rooms.
While Trunks was in his room, the door to outside was open with a balcony looking outside. It was silent, the wind quietly flowing through the air. After he had unpacked, he sat and just relaxed, not thinking of anything. The silence was broken, though, when he heard someone outside humming a song that sounded beautiful. He got up and walked to the balcony, seeing where the song was coming from. He smiled slightly, knowing that only a song that lovely could come from a person he thought was just as pretty.
He jumped from the two stories balcony to the ground, surprising her. Standing again, he said, “Hi ya, Vadolla.”
“Hi, Trunks. Hey, I didn’t know you were a marshal artist, especially one of the strongest.”
“Likewise, I didn’t know you were a marshal artist, at all.”
“Well, of course I never said it and you didn’t either so. Anyway, hope your team wins.”
“What? What do you mean team?”
“Didn’t you hear? People are separated into teams by their planet. You would be with the Earth team. Me, since I’m from an unknown planet, I would be by myself.”
“That’s what I was meaning to ask you. What planet are you from, like where is it?”
“Umm, well... I don’t know entirely. You see I was born somewhere else but my heritage is the unknown planet.”
“So why don’t you go back there?”
She turned her head in a bit of sadness, and said, “Because it was destroyed. Many years before I was even born.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...”
“That’s okay, really,” she said smiling a bit, interrupting before he could finish. “Being of two different races can be a bit of a problem anyway, especially if both dislike each other.”
“Whadda ya mean?”
“You promise not to tell anyone?”
“Yeah, I promise.”
“Well, my father was a Sayajin, who thought that my mother’s race, the Lemiren, was an enemy. But he knew nothing of that though because his whole family was banished from the Sayajin world long before they even knew the Lemirens.”
Trunks froze, somewhat shocked by what he just heard. “You’re a Sayajin?!”
“Not exactly, I’m half Sayajin, sharing the traits of that of one. I am more so like a Lemiren, or so I heard. Why have you heard of the Sayajin’s?”
“Uh yeah, I’m one myself, well half at least, the other half is human.”
“Really? Wow, I didn’t know there were still some left!” she said excitedly, but as she continued, the tone of her voice died to question. “But if you’re a Sayajin, why are you talking to me? Don’t you people hate us?”
Trunks laughed. “Sorry, but I don’t know a thing about that. Maybe my father knows something about that but I have no clue what a Lemiren even is.”
“Do you want to know what a Lemiren is?”
“Yeah, sure, why not.”
“Okay then. The Lemirens were a clan of people who could be stronger than the Sayajins, but not in the ways of strength, but in the ways of the mind.”
“So what could they do?”
“That I am not going to tell you. And I am not going to show that either without fighting for purpose.”
“Well, how about fighting me? Ya know, see what I’m up against, since we are on different teams and all.”
She thought for a moment, considering, and smiled. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She turned and walked a few yards away, where she stopped and turned back. “Alright. Let’s just take this as an anything goes fight, like in the tournament.”
“Okay.”
He paused for a second, and began to charge forward. She, however, shut her eyes and didn’t move. He flew a punch at her, and a second before she dodged it, still having her eyes closed. The fight continued on like this, Trunks trying to hit her, but she was too fast. One time however, she dodged it and twirled behind him, then snapping her arm on his back, making him fall to the ground.
“If you want me to show what Lemirens could do with the mind, you have to hit me first,” she proclaimed, and jumped back a few yards again.
Standing up, he grinned. “Alright then, lets try this one more time.”
He began to run forward again, Vadolla shutting her eyes once more. It looked like he was going to throw another punch, but instead disappeared, reforming behind Vadolla before she knew it. He chopped his hand onto her back, making her fall to the ground. She smiled and faded away, appearing another few yards away, looking like she was still ready to fight.
“Hey, you said you would show that power after I hit you, and I did that!”
“I know that. And I will, just attack me one more time.”
“Alright, fine.” He took a deep breath, and ran to attack one more time. When he was two feet away, he threw another punch aimed for her face, but when his fist was two inches away, she opened her eyes, now glowing a light blue, and he couldn’t move. It was like he was just stuck there paralyzed. He started to glow the same light blue and was thrown back against his will, falling and skidding against the ground.
“That’s the Lemiren power. Are you satisfied now?”
“Plenty,” he replied, spiting out the rancid dirt that was swallowed in his mouth when he had slid. Standing up again, he continued. “If you can do that, sure wouldn’t want to make you mad.”
Vadolla smiled cheerily. “Yes, that would be a wise thing to do.”
“Hey, Trunks, I thought I heard ya out here...” Big T said coming around the corner, stopping when he saw him, and then saw Vadolla.
She looked to Big T and back to Trunks. “Little brother, huh?”
Trunks nodded.
“I better be going then. See ya, Trunks.” She turned and walked away, disappearing around the corner.
Big T ran over to Trunks with a smirk across his face. “So who was that, Trunks, your girlfriend?”
“What? No, that’s just a friend I know from the hospital. What are you doing out here anyway?”
“I’m training. Made too much of a mess in the hotel so I gotta come out here.”
“Fine.” He put his hand on his forehead because of a headache, and flew back up to the balcony of his room.
Big T shrugged his shoulders, turned, and ran back around to where he came from.
Trunks walked over to the other side of the balcony door and sat against the wall. He shut his eyes and listened to the soft wind through the door, hitting the chimes that were attached to the top of the door. A few minutes later, he thought, “Great, I forgot to ask where that song came from again. Whatever, I’ll just ask her some other time. But that mind thing was weird though.” He rubbed his head. “And she really knocks a punch with that too. Too bad I have to face against her tomorrow.” He stood up, closed the balcony doors, and walked over to the bed, sitting down and taking off his shoes. “That reminds me. Gotta sleep before the tournament tomorrow.” He turned off the lamplight and soon fell asleep.
***
The day of the tournament, they all were told who would go first that day. It all depended on how fast each fight was, and when everyone had fought once they would continue to have matches. All of Kings Cold’s men would fight first with the other competitors from other planets, not the fighters from other planets fight each other until later. The one rule was that there was no killing a competitor or you would be disqualified and expelled from any other tournaments.
The first competitor was Gohan, who beat his competitor in less than three minutes. The next was Vegeta, (who thought it was a joke because he beat his challenger in less than three seconds). After that several others followed, and the day was almost over. Everyone had gone back to the hotel, except for a few people from King Cold’s army who wanted to train. The last fight was just finishing up, when a person emerged from the shadows, saying to the tournament judges that he wanted to participate. With a bit of hesitation, they agreed, and the man stepped into the arena.
The figure was clad in navy-blue full Sayajin armor with silver lining, but sharp, more knightly armor, and wore a navy-blue cape. His hair was blood-red, similar to Goku’s. He had a red pigment to his eyes, but when everyone looked into them, they were as dark and empty as eternity. And if anyone looked closely, on his chest plate, he had a Blood Ruby.
“Final competitor, Clef Diamond.”
The current champion in King Cold’s army stepped up as well to challenge Clef. The new humanoid fighter, who seemed to be gloating, did an obscene gesture, then stepped towards his competitor.
“You wouldn’t happen to be related to a sushi roll, would you?” Clef questioned.
“What?! How dare you, you ba...uuurrk...” Clef sprinted faster than any of the competitors and ran his arm right through the unlucky challenger.
“HALT! Immediate disqualification! Guards, execute him!”
Clef took his arm out of the squid-person and stared empty eyes at the judges. “I have defeated your ‘champion’, and now all of you will serve me and follow me into the jaws of Cerberus, if need be.”
“Shoot him now!” one of the judges shouted.
“...Very well, I will take what is rightfully mine...”
Everyone was prepared to sleep, when everybody heard a really, REALLY BIG BANG!
“What was that?!” Trunks shouted, getting up and running out the door to the lobby. Everyone else heard it too, including Vadolla who was before any of them, and appeared to be waiting for him.
“Let’s get to the arena, quick!” Goku said, as everyone ran to the arena before him. When they got there Vadolla went pale as all of them saw an evil figure levitating off the ground, absorbing all the spirits from the charred corpses scattered about. The being’s aura, a dark nightmare, grew with devilishly green sparks fluttering about when another spirit collided with it. His eyes pulsing green energy, and he was grinning.
He stopped when all the spirits stopped coming. He saw Vadolla, along with all her friends. He kept a wry grin.
Laughing insanely, he shot out to space, and a single star that suddenly appeared began to grow. The other Sayajin’s that were there also went pale, but they didn’t know why.
“We have to get out of here, now!” Vadolla yelled.
“What? What are you talking about?!”
“This planet is going to be destroyed; we have to get out of here!”
They all took her word for it, and headed back to the hotel. They warned everyone else of this too and all spaceships evacuated the planet. Vadolla joined the gang, (since she was going to head to earth anyway). They were the last to leave, and while they were, they saw the dimmed image of Clef over the planet, holding his hand out and forming some sort of energy bolt in his hand. When Trunks saw this, he recognized that light as Clef launched it to the planet, the blast hitting it and ending as a shockwave that covered the planet, turning it from a green-brown to gray ash.
The whole gang watched this from out of the spaceship window, but Vadolla kept her eyes shut and turned away from the window. When the planet was out of sight, they all turned away from the windows as well, sat and remained silent. But Trunks walked over to Vadolla and said, “Alright, start talkin’, Vadolla. How’d you know he was going to do that?”
She didn’t say anything as the others questioned her.
“Yeah, and how come you were there before any of us were and before the blast even went off, huh?” Yamcha asked.
“And how come you don’t know what planet you’re from?”
“Alright, alright, stop! I’ll tell you what you want to know just stop!” she cried, waited a few seconds and sighed. “But you better sit for this, ‘cause it may be to hard for your minds to handle.”
Part Three
“Okay, fess up. Who are you?”
“I am Vadolla, daughter of Princess Maria of the Lemiren race and Taraca of the Sayajins.”
“What?!!” Vegeta yelled. “You’re a Lemiren?!”
“Yes, and to my guess you’re a Sayajin, right?” she said with a slight laugh.
“Prince of the Sayajins, for your information, Lemiren!”
“...Hmm, too bad for you.”
“What! Why you little...!”
“Vegeta, come on, forget it. Maybe these Lemiren people and the Sayajins didn’t like each other, but still let her explain what’s going on before you explode.”
He slowly calmed his anger, and sat back against the wall again.
“Okay, now, what I was trying to get at was that I am not from here.”
“Well of course you’re not, you’re Lemiren,” Goku stated.
“No, I mean I’m not from this timeline.”
They all didn’t say anything, and she continued. “You see there’s three timelines. There’s this one, another one connected to this one and the one I came from. Even though you go to the past in one timeline to try to change something or other, you don’t change it in any other timeline. Long ago, my mother was trapped into the third timeline by this alien named Frieza so his father could destroy her planet, which he thought was a nuisance. After that she met my father, Taraca, who’s whole family was trapped there long before, and she soon married him. A few years later I was born. Five years after my brother was born, but he soon caught a disease and died. What this has to do with now is that the person that blew up that planet was the form of my little brother Clef, butit wasn’t him.”
“Then who is that?”
“He is the first Super-Sayajin.”
“The first Super-Sayajin?”
“Yes. The story of that Sayajin having immense power, but unable to control it.”
“That’s him? But that was Broli!” Vegeta inquired shocked.
She nodded. “Only in body, but not in soul. He traveled through the timelines, seeking for someone who could travel through them also so he could steal the past memories and take a form. Since I am able to do so, he got into my mind and took the image of my brother, of what he would be if he were that age. I suppose you can call us twins.”
“You’re able to travel through timelines?”
“Yes, and when I went through the timelines for the first time I was just getting through to the next when he took the memories away and formed himself. Since I’m psychic he was able to tap into my mind.”
“But what does he want?” Trunks questioned.
“Trunks, I know this will be hard to understand but you are the only one who can really believe me when I tell you all this, but he stole my memory of Clef because he wants his revenge. Don’t know why, but he wants to destroy everything in every time. That blast that you saw out there Trunks is the same that happened to your world.”
“Wait, how could possibly know that?” he questioned, and the rest waited for her answer.
“Because I was there, Trunks. That was the first place I jumped to.”
No one spoke, wondering what Trunks would say to this. He himself was confused at first, but made a fist at his side and became filled with rage. “So you... you were the one who destroyed my world...!?”
“No! Oh no, please don’t think that, I never thought that something like that would happen, honestly! I tried to help of what I could, I couldn’t do anything more, believe me.”
“I’m beginning to think that you’re word isn’t so honest.”
“Trunks please, I tried to help you, I took you to the time machine so that someone here could believe me when I said what would happen here like what happened there.”
“What...?”
“Do you remember me...” she said, and continued in a whisper, trying to make Trunks remember. “Alright, I will help you.”
Trunks’s anger diminished to nothing and said, “It’s you. The one who helped
me.”
“If I did destroy your planet on purpose, why would I have helped you then?”
“Sorry to break up this touchy moment, but how exactly are we going to stop him from destroying everything?” Yamcha stated.
“First, you must train. You’ll never be able to beat him in the shape you people are in.”
“And then what?” Piccolo questioned.
“Then, we face him.”
“Where?”
“Don’t know, but we’ll know soon.”
They all thought for a minute, but Yamcha yawned and said, “I say we should get some sleep and think about what to do next tomorrow. It’s too late for this.”
“I agree with Yamcha, guys, we should be getting some sleep,” Kuririn proclaimed.
“You can sleep, weaklings, but there’s more important matters at hand than getting your beauty rest,” Vegeta said.
“For once he has a point, guys,” Piccolo agreed.
“Fine, stay up, got no problem as long as it doesn’t keep me awake.”
***
Since this was a two-part ship, (training area on deck and rest area below that), everyone who wanted to sleep went to the rest area, and anyone else decided to train. Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo were the ones training at 1000 times normal gravity. Kuririn, Yamcha, Gohan, Big T, and Vadolla, were all fast asleep. Trunks tried to go to sleep too, but he was too over tired he could only shut his eyes. He felt bad for blaming Vadolla for what had happened in his time earlier and never got to say he was sorry before she fell asleep, he thought he would just have to say it later. He put one of the baseball caps on his head to keep the light from getting in his eyes, but it didn’t seem to help much.
It was peaceful and serene for a time, and Trunks actually began to doze off a bit. But Vadolla woke up with a shock and screamed in fear, her face pale. This woke up everyone else, and Trunks got up from where he was sitting across the room and rushed over.
“Vadolla, hey, it’s okay, it was just a dream,” Trunks said trying to calm her from shaking.
“No, it wasn’t a dream! It was that same vision I’ve always had!” she shouted.
“Wha? What are you talkin’ about?” Yamcha asked with a yawn walking over.
“The vision.. I’ll show you the-the vision, yes.” She reached her hand out and placed it on Trunks forehead, where his sight became clouded and turned dark.
It felt like a cold wave ran through his neck, the surrounding area and anything there fading into a dark nothingness. Trunks stood there, shocked and surprised that he couldn’t move, but he turned and looked around, confused to where he was now. He looked one way, and looked the other way. When he looked back, though, Vadolla appeared in front of him.
“Vadolla, what is this place?” he asked.
“This.. is my mind.”
“Your mind?”
“Yes. I’ve brought you here to show you what I mean by visions. Do you remember the time I fell unconscious in the diner? That was because of it. Sometimes it happens when I’m asleep, sometimes when I’m awake.”
“But why at all?”
She smiled a bit. “To tell you truth I don’t know. But since Clef took my memories, I’m able to see inside his mind and what he’s planning. I can’t force you to see, but I’m asking you..please.”
Trunks nodded. “Okay, I trust you.”
She held out her hand, and he took it, the area around them then shattering like glass into a sort of arena, with an obsidian floor and all dark, empty walls and ceiling.
“What is this place?”
“This is where we are to meet Clef. It’s his own castle in the sky. That was the last vision I had. It’s on an asteroid somewhere, but that’s all I know so far.” Trunks let go of her hand and walked forward, looking at the massive arena surrounding them. “Don’t worry, it gets worse.”
Stars started to slowly appear and swirl around the arena, and Trunks could see something form in the center. It was like the ground was swirling in that small spot, but it turned into a deeper black, too black. Suddenly, the black shot up out of the floor and into the air, where it was coming back to the ground...heading at Trunks. It looked like it formed a mouth that was wide open, and it was coming so fast that Trunks thought he would have to transport out of its path, but he couldn’t move, at all. His feet were stuck to the ground and for some reason he couldn’t use his transport power. The blackness came ever closer, and he still couldn’t move. He shut his eyes, and felt something wrapped around his neck, but it was an arm.
He opened his eyes again and found himself now in an open field, bright and most cheery. It was filled with multicolored flowers, the sun was shinning bright and there were mountains in the distance. The arm around his neck let go and he turned around.
“This is my subconscious, where I go if the visions become too much,” Vadolla stated. “My imagination made it up, from the song.”
“You mean the song you hum all the time?”
She nodded.
“That’s right, I’ve wanted to ask you where it came from and how it went.”
“It was the song of the Lemirens, kinda like a lullaby.” She turned to the open fields and closed her eyes, beginning to sing. “Past the-sea and through the-land, to-where the flow-ers grow.. Where the wind sings.. and the skies al-ways shine.. ’tis the-land of happ-i-ness, to-where the flowers grow...”
“That’s beautiful, Vadolla.”
She turned back to him and smiled, “Thank you, Trunks.” Her smile faded as she continued. “But now is not the time. Now that you have seen the visions, you too have seen where Clef is planning us to go. I’m going to take you out and back into reality world. It may be a bit of a shock but don’t be surprised by it.” She waved her hand over his eyes and his sight faded again, quickly forming back into reality like she had said.
He fell to the spaceship floor, stunned in a way, and he heard the voices of the others.
“Hey, Trunks, Trunks, snap out of it, man!” Yamcha said.
He blinked a few times and grabbed his head, felling like his head had been ice and was now defrosting. He sat up and shook his head.
“You okay, Trunks?” Big T asked.
“Yeah, fine,” he replied, looking over to Vadolla, who looked at him with dull eyes.
“Do you trust that my word is honest now?” she said a bit dryly.
“Yes, I do,” he answered.
“What are you guys talking about?” Kuririn questioned.
“She showed me where Clef wants us to go.”
“Huh? How can that be possible? She only had her hand on your forehead for less than a second.”
“....”
“It’s another Lemiren technique,” Vadolla spoke up. “where you can show people images in your head that aren’t meant to be there. I’ll explain later.” She stood up. “We haven’t got much time. If you ever want to beat him I suggest that you start training now.”
With a slight yawn from Yamcha, they all nodded in agree. Getting up, they all walked upstairs to the training area. Trunks told the others of what Clef wanted them to go. Vegeta was a bit skeptical, seeing how it came from Vadolla, a Lemiren. But even though he did not trust those words, he knew somehow that they were right. And soon they began their marshal arts training under 200 times gravity, (they could’ve gone higher but Yamcha and Kuririn weren’t used to anything higher than that). Day and night they trained, (even though there’s no day and night in space), sometimes challenging each other at sort of duels.
But for traveling eight days, they came across an asteroid field out in the middle of nowhere. It was uncharted, and no one could understand where it came from, except one person. Even though she’d never been there, she knew what it was.
“What is this place?” Yamcha questioned, staring out the window.
“It’s an asteroid belt! What do think it is, big pieces of cookie crumbs?” Big T asked sarcastically.
“No, it’s not an asteroid belt. It’s a destroyed planet,” Vadolla stated.
“Wha?”
“You heard me. We are seeing the remains of the Lemiren planet. This is where we are to meet Clef. The asteroid of which he’s on is just past a few more of these asteroids.”
They maneuvered past the crumbling asteroids to a somewhat large one that had a dark crystal citadel at the top that almost blended into the vastness of space. When they were about to land, they entered a shield bubble that surrounded the castle to the open asteroid floor. Without even checking the air level outside, Vadolla opened up the hatch and stepped outside.
“What are you doing?! This is an asteroid in the middle of space, how do you speculate that there’s any air, you fool?!” Vegeta yelled.
“Trust me, there is. Besides, Clef can’t breath without air in that form. He is mortal, after all. At least, I hope.”
They all followed after her out of the spaceship, and there was a dead silence.
“This is it. If any of you want to turn back you better do it now.”
Everyone remained quiet, and Vadolla had a smirk across her face when she continued. “Thought so. Alright then, let’s go.”
Everyone walked to the main gates of the castle as they slowly opened. The wind howled madly as they walked through and soon they disappeared, the black doors closing behind them.
Walking a ways through a dark hallway, they found themselves at yet another door, which was wide open. They all entered and the doors slammed shut behind them. They looked around to see that they were in a large room, dark and empty. But as everyone walked forward, stars shinned upon them and lighted the room to appear a rotating arena. Trunks recognized this, and he turned back to Vadolla who stood frozen, staring at the center of the arena floor.
“This is where it begins. First the weak will be cast off into the darkness, and then I will fight the strong to the last,” a voice spoke from the darkness.
The ground started to swirl, and it turned black, just like before. It shot up into the air, but this time making a screeching sound. It formed a mouth like a dragon and came back towards them. Trying to move, they found themselves stuck to the ground, unable to use their powers at all.
Part Four
Vadolla didn’t look at the blackness which came at them, but only stared at the center of the arena still, knowing that there was something there. The blackness crashed into the ground, sending all of them back into a wall.
Most of them were able to get up, but as for Kuririn, Yamcha, and Big T, they were all knocked unconscious.
Those who were left saw that there was something swirling in the air in the other side of the arena, and it quickly formed into a person, who levitated a few feet above the ground with another wry grin across his face.
“Have you come to challenge me? Very well.” Clef held out his hand. “So which one of you wants to die first.”
“I’ll go!” Vegeta said, stepping forward onto the arena floor. “You don’t look so strong to me, more like a worm.”
Clef chuckled. “So you are King Vegeta, my descendant? I am not impressed. Looks can be deceiving, however, and it can even bring you to your end.” His hand started to glow a bright green and Vegeta froze, paralyzed. He began to glow the same color green and was suddenly thrown back into a wall, shattering it like glass.
“W-What the...!!” Piccolo exclaimed shocked.
“That’s impossible! How could he do that to Vegeta?!” Gohan questioned.
“It’s not impossible. That’s just a form of the strongest telekinetic power.” She stepped forward and shouted so that Clef could hear her loud and clear. “Clef! If you want a challenge, don’t use that power! At least let this be a fair fight.”
“Vadolla, what a surprise, I didn’t expect to see you. Well, I suppose I could.”
“Get rid of it now! It isn’t yours!” she said coldly.
“Fine,” he replied, and shut his eyes. “I don’t need it to defeat you.” A swirling bit of energy formed above his head, and soon it dimmed and disappeared. “Better, Lemiren?”
“Yes.”
“Now, who is to go next?”
“I will!” Gohan said, and stepped forwards.
Clef scoffed. “Fine!”
While Gohan charged up and turned to the highest level of Super-Sayajin he could, Clef stood silent, patiently waiting. When he was finished, he nodded.
Clef paused, and then ran towards him faster than anyone had ever seen, and punched Gohan hard, right in the face. Gohan fell to the ground, and quickly got back up. Before he could even see where Clef had gone to, he felt a foot kick his back and he fell to the ground again. This time, it was harder to get up.
“Foolish boy,” Clef said, materializing in front of Gohan, and did an uppercut when he stood. And then Clef elbowed him, making Gohan fly back and out of the arena, where he was set unconscious.
“Alright, I’ll go next,” Piccolo said, shedding his cape and hat.
“A Namek? Well, this should be fun.” Clef held out his hand and then raised it to the sky. The ground underneath their feet shook, and a geyser of land came up from underneath Piccolo’s feet, moving so fast that it slammed into the thick transparent ceiling. A few seconds later, the pillar crumbled and all that was left was a knocked out Piccolo.
“Clef, you liar!” Vadolla yelled.
“Is this the best of what this timeline has? It’s almost comical. The first did nothing to protect themselves, and now this one has a joke for fighters.” He looked at Vadolla with the cold, empty eyes and grinned. “I didn’t lie Vadolla, I did get rid of some of it. How can I have any fun without it? Now anyway, who is to go?”
“I’ll go,” Goku stated, “show me what you’ve got!”
Before he finished his sentence, Clef stood there forming a black energy sphere with a green aura. That sphere shot out into a beam, and completely tore through Goku’s shoulder, severing his right arm. He fired another one, and ripped of his left foot. Clef now fired at his head, but was deflected by one of Vadolla’s ki blasts.
“Clef, stop it!”
“You got the wrong guy, I’m not Clef.”
“Why are you doing all of this?!” Vadolla asked.
“...Spirit energy, can’t you read my mind? It makes me stronger with every new ki power I absorb. Imagine an entire universe, and all it’s powers, being focused by me. The power I now have is titanic, but is nothing compared to what it can become. If I take all the spirits not only from this universe, but also from every timeline, I will be no mere superpower; I will become a God!”
“You’re insane!” Vadolla shrieked.
Clef gloated, “You can tell that to Kaioshin!”
He shot ten more ki’s strait at Vadolla. She held out her hand, and stopped the barrage of ki blasts. Soon, all of the blasts shot back at Clef, but he just stood there, absorbing his power back into his being.
“What?!”
“You didn’t know? When I realized about the Androids destruction in the first timeline I went to, then researching their power in this time, I realized that Dr. Gero and Android 19 used the Blood Rubies to absorb energy. I found one, and enchanted it with my power to make it capable of absorbing even souls!
“That was pretty good, Vadolla, but not nearly as good as I expected you to be.”
Clef shot another ki blast at Vadolla, and she deflected it again. But she didn’t notice another ki blast screaming towards Trunks.
“Looks like your friend is going to join with me before he even gets a fist in!”
“Trunks, look out!” Vadolla shouted.
Trunks couldn’t maneuver away in time, the shot almost hit him when Vadolla shot at the ki blast and made it explode in front of Trunks. She was filled with fury, and charged at Clef with unparalleled speed. She tried to punch and kick him as best as she could, but Clef seemed to be too fast.
Vegeta finally came to when the fighting occurred. He was shocked that a Lemiren could do so much, and he realized that he had found a race that rivals even a Super-Sayajin. He was abashed.
He broke into stage four Sayajin in a rage, and charged with a battle cry at Clef. The others that came to conciseness saw this brave act as well, and they also rode into what might be their very end. Trunks stood dumbfounded at this sight.
At this, Clef was still faster than Vadolla, but also trying to fight off the others. He threw away Kuririn with psychic energy, jabbed his elbow in the side of Piccolo’s head, slammed his knee into Gohan’s face, and broke Vegeta’s rib cage with his fist.
Taking this opportunity, Vadolla drop-kicked Clef in the chest, making him pant for air.
“You, you fiend, how dare you defy me! Lemiren, you DIE!!!” Clef started punching Vadolla furiously; she started to choke on blood. Clef then did a chop to her neck, forcing her to black out. Trunks was terrified in seeing Vadolla fall to someone like Clef.
Suddenly, Clef’s aura started to grow and pulsate as Trunks recognized that he was about to absorb everyone’s spirit, cursing them to a hellish reality of becoming one with his.
With a burst of rage, Trunks shot out and started bombarding Clef with his Finishing Buster attack from the air, disorienting him from making his next move. It was a definite sign that Clef was weakening, just when Trunks had nothing left.
“Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, ha, ha, ha, HA, HA, HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Death to all and everything!” Clef shouted insanely, as he charged up for one final attack that would capture every spirit in this universe.
“It is the beginning, and it is the end! Be honored, weaklings! GIGASHADOW!!!
As the attack spread towards Trunks, he shouted one final attack, “REFLECT!”
After that, Clef’s spell contracted on him, and hit him with a giant flash brighter than lightning, brighter than a supernova, brighter than anything anyone has ever seen in this universe.
When it subsided, Clef stood as a gray statue with a wry grin, and dissipated like dust into the singing wind.
It was over, finally over. A bright light came up from where Clef once stood, shining up into the sky. This was all the spirits that Clef had stolen before, and now they were free. All the timelines that he had destroyed had gone back to what they once were, as if he never interfered. Quite odd.
Goku was able to wrap his foot up and stitch up his shoulder with a pin and thread that was stuck in his right boot, and everyone else seemed to be all right at the time. Yamcha and Big T regained conscious, and were surprised that the battle was already over. Vegeta was still outraged that Vadolla was better than him, and even though his rib cage was broken, he still thought he should fight.
Before he could get any further, however, Trunks blocked his path. “Father, please, no more.”
But Vegeta was still intent on fighting her to see who was the better, some Lemiren or a full royal-blooded Sayajin, and, with an angry tone, shoved Trunks out of his way. “Get out of my way, boy!”
He walked a few more steps, but again his path was blocked by Trunks transporting in front of him. “I don’t want to have to fight you, father, but if I have to I will. You may hate her, and even though she outmatched you like Goku did and it’s double because she’s a Lemiren, the Sayajin’s enemy, but we owe much gratitude for her helping us.”
Vegeta looked like he would talk back, but instead just narrowed his eyes in anger and annoyance, turned and began to walk back to the ship. The others did the same, Yamcha helping Goku, and Trunks carrying Vadolla, who was so weak she could barely speak now let alone walk.
“You all owe me no gratitude, Trunks. You were the one who saved the universe,” she spoke so only he could hear.
He shook his head. “If you didn’t tell us, this whole timeline would already be destroyed.”
“Yes, but you still owe no gratitude. I tried to do what I could to help.”
“I suppose.”
She didn’t say anything for a minute, thinking, and asked, “Hey Trunks, why did you stick up for me back there? I mean, for one reason you went against your kind, and second you spoke up against your father. Why?”
“Like I said, I’m not all Sayajin. I’m part human too. And second...”
“And second?”
“Well, for one thing he has too much of an ego anyway, always wanting to be mister best-at-fighting guy.”
She laughed a bit, the best she could at the time really. And she stopped laughing, weary and only wanted rest.
When they were all boarded on the spaceship, they took off away from the asteroid and back to the planet Earth.
***
It was only about a days time when they arrived back at earth. Vadolla didn’t sleep at all, but only looked out at space the entire time. No one said much, but only thought. When they got back, however, they told everyone what happened, (meaning all of Capsule Corp., Pan, Bra, Videl, Tien, Goten, and Chaotsu).
Goku got a new arm and foot from Capsule Corp., and he and Gohan went home. Piccolo left to meditate as he always did, and Kuririn and Yamcha all went home. Since Vegeta, Big T, and Trunks were already home, all that was left was Vadolla. She said that she would fined an apartment somewhere, so “no worries,” as she said. They offered if she wanted to stay there, but she said no thanks.
And so she did. She got an apartment in town, and got a job at the diner just a few blocks away. Vadolla mailed Trunks all of this in a letter, and once in a while he would stop by the diner.
A few weeks past, and everything seemed like it would be like that for a while longer. But one day, Bulma said that she had fixed Trunks time machine, and that he could finally go home.
Trunks was walking up to the door of Vadolla’s apartment and was about to knock on the door, but he hesitated to. He didn’t know what Vadolla would say to this, and he was actually somewhat afraid. He slowly knocked on the door and she opened it. When she saw him, she smiled brightly.
“Hi, Trunks! What’s up?”
“Vadolla, I wanted to tell you something,” he said.
“Yes, what is it?”
“Umm, well Bulma fixed the time machine. I can go home now.”
Her smile faded and her eyes became somewhat sad, but she still had a slight smile on her face. “Oh, well I’m glad for you. You get to go back to your time now.”
They both didn’t say anything for a second, and Trunks said. “I just wanted to say bye before I left.”
“Okay. I guess this is goodbye, Trunks.”
He turned away, and began to walk back from where he came from, saying, “Farewell, Vadolla... Have a nice day.”
She stared after him for a minute, slowly turned with thought, and shut the door.
Back at Capsule Corp., Trunks was about ready to leave as the gang bid him goodbye. Jumping into the machine, he issued the controls to head back to his time, and the machine lifted to the sky. The shield around it closed as he waved goodbye to the gang, and soon the machine blinked out of that time.
***
Working on yet another invention of his, Trunks heard the bell connected to the door of the workshop ring.
“Hello, is anyone here?” a voice said.
“Yeah, be right there,” he replied.
It had been about three weeks since he had left Goku’s time, and he’d been continuing his work building new inventions as he always did. He missed them somewhat, and for some reason Vadolla mostly, (of course she was his best friend there), but he knew that they belonged in that timeline and that was that. He had that song of the Lemirens stuck in his head, but he really didn’t mind it much.
He continued to finish up his work, thinking that when he was finished with just one little bit he would go speak with the person out front. The person remained silent for a time, but then began to hum and sing somewhat. He stopped what he was doing, questioning in his mind if he’d heard that song before, and he had. Accidentally he didn’t pay attention to what he was doing and the machine blew up, causing a small cloud of smoke to go up in his face. He stood up and ran out the door to the main front room, where he coughed.
The person giggled and handed them a cloth to wipe his face off of the dirt.
“Hey, thank you, mi...” he said, wiping his face off and cutting his sentence short, surprise overwhelming him.
“No problem, Trunks,” the person said.
He knew them, and honestly never thought he would see them again either.
“Surprise, Trunks.”
“Vadolla, how...?”
“Don’t you remember? I can go though the timelines.”
“But why?”
“Well, I don’t belong there. That was not my time. You see there may be three timelines, but there will always be a present, past, and future. And this is my time, and I intend to stay here. Now what was that you were working on that happened to cover your face with smog?”
Trunks smiled with joy. “Come, I’ll so you the invention.”
The End
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Epilogue...
Back in the afterlife, Clef, Vadolla’s brother, could finally exist in peace.
Always having fun torturing Freeza, Coola, and King Cold.
“Cursed freaks!”