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Power
By : nausicaasmith
Category: Dragon Ball Z > General
Views: 1075 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I don't own or profit from DBZ, I just borrowed the characters. - Chapter List
- 1
Power
“But becoming a Super Saiyain
isn’t about power. It’s about passion.”It wasn’t often that you got the
terribly shy Mirai Trunks involved in a conversation, so Yamcha took advantage
while he could.“Well it has to be about
power—look how powerful Goku had become when he made it. And Vegeta spent the last 3 years trying to
catch up!” They were sitting on a set
of circular stone benches at Kami’s lookout.
Gohan and Goku had only been in the time chamber for twenty minutes, but
it felt like forever.“That’s true, and that’s why Goku
and Gohan are in the time chamber right now, but it’s not about getting
stronger, per se.”“Then what is it about?” asked
Krillin. “I mean, surely if I were a
Saiyan, even at my power level I couldn’t become a Super Saiyan. Not as I am now.”“Well, that’s the thing. Goku doesn’t have to make Gohan any
stronger—like Piccolo said, he isn’t cut out to be a teacher.” The winds up here were strong, and Trunks’
hair blew back enough to expose a high widow’s peak identical to his
father’s. Yamcha was startled again; it
was easy to forget that the blue-eyed teen belonged to Vegeta, especially since
he talked so softly and seemed so kind.“I don’t get it.” Krillin sat back on the bench, looked out
across the white tiled platform and out into the open sky. Yamcha turned his
head too. It was a beautiful day. Hard to think that it might be the last one. “I mean, Vegeta got there through training
alone, right?”“If that’s what he claims, then
he’s lying to you or to himself. Either
way, it’s an emotional response. You
may hold the power, but you can’t touch it until you feel it.”Yamcha turned back to Trunks. “Ok,” he conceded, “So if it’s about passion
he has to what—make Gohan angry?”
”Well, not exactly that either. When I
was training with Gohan he spent months trying to rile me up, and I never made
it.”“Then what pushed you over the
edge finally?” asked Piccolo, who had snuck up behind them. Stealthy bastard.“Gohan’s death.”
Oh. Mirai Trunks lit a cigarette.
“You see, I had lived a sheltered
life. I knew what was going on outside
in my head, but I didn’t know in my heart.
And that’s the key—the power is there, but to unlock it you really have
to understand your situation. Take the
battle at Namek, for example. Goku had
just watched his best friend die. He’d
watched his greatest enemy die at the hands of an even more terrible one. He knew my mom was lost somewhere on the
planet, he knew his 6 year old son was nearby and in the line of fire. He knew that all the inhabitants of the
planet had been wiped out, murdered horrifically by Freieza in the name of
immortality, a purely selfish wish.
What do you think he felt?
Angry? Hurt? It’s a powerful feeling, it wells up inside
you. To reach that Super Saiyan power,
you really have to feel the hurt of your closest friend when he dies. You have to feel his fear and his pain. You have to feel this overwhelming sense of
sadness at the wasted life, you have to see the world falling apart around you
and feel like there isn’t anything you can do.
Hopeless. It’s almost a physical
pain, squeezing across your chest.” He
stopped, put out the cigarette half-finished.“And once you’ve done that, you
can reach the power? Because the power
was there the whole time?”“Well, then you have to come to
the realization that you’re the only one left who can help. You have to know what you’re fighting to
protect, and why. It was when I found Gohan’s body that I really realized for the
first time that the fate of everything and everyone rested on my shoulders—that
there was nobody left to stand between me and the enemy. It was anger, it was hate, and fear and hurt
and rage and… such sadness. I was
crying like a child when I first crossed the threshold to Super Saiyan.”Yamcha couldn’t think of anything
to say. That was the most words he’d
heard Trunks speak in a row since they’d known him. Krillin, however, was still speculating. “So… Goku doesn’t really have to teach Gohan
anything. He just has to show him what
it’s like. He has to make him
understand—what you said.” Yajirobe
came up behind them with a bag of cookies.“Right. Don’t get me wrong, being strong is a big part of it. But to cross over, Goku just has to make him
feel that feeling. I don’t know how
he’ll go about it.” Pause. “He has to make him see what will happen if
we fail. He has to make him really,
really see what he’s fighting for. I’d
trade it, you know?”“Trade what?”
“The power. I’d trade it away. I could gladly go the rest of my life without having known such
power, if I also never had to know such sorrow.”“Me and you both, kid.” Said
Yajirobe knowingly, and patted Trunks on the head. Yamcha wanted to slug him.“Well I’m glad you made it.” offered
Krillin. “I mean, if you hadn’t we’d
all be dead right now. So thanks,
kiddo.” He grinned.“He’s right.” Said Piccolo in his
indifferent way. “We owe you a lot.”Trunks blushed a little and lit
another cigarette.- 1
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