There Is Always a Way

Gohan/Trunks/Android 17

I have no cliam over these Dragon ball z characters. The setting takes place in Future Trunks world and tends to stay there doing tim time skips to avoid too much un-needed stuff. I hope you read and review thi.

There Is Always a Way
By Sailor Poison

Wind blows through the ruins of a building. Light from an evening sun gave the shadows a longer and more daunting look. This building is mostly there. Most of the roof, except for two gaping holes in the roof. One wall is gone and the others look like they may go with another good hit. It was once a home of a couple with dreams. Dreams that are shattered now and all that is left is a shell. The memories are long gone. This building is like the others of this town. Hard to imagine this is one of many towns on earth. A world with little hope. No one dares to rebuild. Why when they will destroy it. People wait for death and hope it is swift. The ones selected for the cruel games often don’t meet quick deaths. Ones who stand up to them even slower deaths. Few are lucky to be killed outright.

No, not everyone has given up hope. There is the strong few who believe that there is a way through this. He still believes in hope. One who hides in the ruins of this building. A young man who has trained hard to bring back hope to the world. He has been training since he could walk. His body that of a seasoned fighter, keeps his gray-purple hair short and cut in a bowl fashion. Gray eyes that can be cold as steal and soft with love. They have seen so much suffering in his short life. Blue Capsule Core coat has its share of scuff marks and a few rips that have yet to be mended by his loving mother. Simple black tee shirt that did little to hide his muscles. His pants are also black but not loose enough to not hinder walking. His boots snugly strapped to his feet are worn. Next to him, also sitting in the shadows is a scare child. He can feel her trembling form. Pity for a moment rises in his chest. The knowledge that she may not live to see the next sunrise is a terrible burden. Her brown hair a mess of tangles and mud. Dirt on her skin and clothes. Wide green eyes stare at him. Her outfit was once a jumpsuit. Never a cry. Never a peep. Children learn early how to keep quiet. Those green eyes plead with him to save her.

Sounds of feet outside. Doubtful it is friendly. Two of the most evil beings on this planet walking the streets. Androids 17 and 18 glaze upon the art form of their destruction with those cold eyes. Both dress in a cowboy style. 17 has black short, red bandanna, and brown pants. His short black hair blows in the wind. 18 is wearing more feminine blue shirt and brown slacks, with a pink bandana. Her hair is slightly longer, keeps running a hand though it as if she likes the feel of it. One is vain while the other is just plain cruel. Both of high intelligence. They are hunting for the small child. 18 looks down and mutters about getting a new wardrobe. This brings a sigh from the other who seems to not care for shopping. This hunt is more for the delight of 17.

Trunks holds his breath now. Their hearing is sharp and he isn’t ready to fight them. He knows he can’t take them on alone. He needs his teacher, a raven haired man named Gohan. In this world of chaos, Gohan has been a rock for him to stand on. Trunks has no father or real friends his own age. The androids take pride in killing anyone he gets to know. Gohan is all he has. His strength and courage make this beautiful older fighter seem even more special. His tales of the past heroes bring hope and comfo Goh Gohan likes to talk about his father. Goku died an early age of a heart disease. His last words come to mind. Never give in to despair. You can always find a way. He hears about his father, Vegeta. Prince of a world that no longer exists. Strong and proud. Mother doesn’t talk much about him, what little she does is with a smile and a distant look. Trunks wonders, is that what love is like? Never gave thought to love. No girls anywhere ever gave his heart a jump. His thoughts are always on his teacher. Sometimes, his palms get sweaty. Sometimes his stomach will churn and get queasy before their practice duels. Never sure if he wants to hide or always be by the older man’s side. His thoughts soon get interrupted

Android 18 gets impatient by the game her brother likes to play with the humans and shoots a blast at a wall. The wall bursts inward, making two people fly forward. Lands in a hard tumble as the building makes alarming sounds of possible collapse. Before he can think twice, he grabs the girl and runs for it. Cheek stings and a warm trickle. Maybe blood? The child has blood dripping down the side of her head and her body gives odd shakes. Sound of the building collapsing is all he can hear for a moment. Dust and dirt is kicked up to give a brief cover. He ducks behind another build to look down at the little one. Her suffering ended the moment the wall blew apart. Stone lodged in the side of her skull. Face that of surprise, maybe died before she could blink. Only eight or nine years old. He pushes back the need to cry for her. Lets her body lay there, she is beyond his help now. He breaks off into a run as he hears the wall near his last location blown apart. Hopes maybe the body gives a brief distraction for the fleeing man. Hates to use a child like that, even if dead. Runs into the woods now. Turns to look behind him and sees no pursuit. Faces back forward to come to a sudden halt. There is android 17. Handsome killer stares at him with a smirk. Android 18 appears behind him. The following fight is rather quick. Rather pathetic on Trunks part. His blows which are skilled in their own way, never touched the handsome android. It ends soon after it starts. The android’s punches never seem to stop falling. That annoying laughter from 18. Trunks is left crumbled before his attacker.

Night time now. Trucks wakes up in the dark woods. Stars barley visible above the trees. Small camp fire burns nearby him. The trees loom above like dark twisted watchers. Leaves blow harmlessly by a chilly wind. His body lays over a stump, both arms chained tied behind his back and anchored to something he could see. His ribs and stomach still feel sore from the blows he took earlier. Arms ache for they are not in comfortable positions behind him. Has some trouble seeing out of his left eye, figures some swelling from a punch to the face. Can hear them nearby though he couldn’t lift his face to see them. Android 17 has a smooth appealing quality to his voice. Android 18‘s voice is more irritating to his nerves.

Android 18, “I find this very pointless.”

Android 17, “We will do your fun later, now I want to do my thing.”

Android 18, “Can I watch this time? This looks interesting.”

Android 17, “Whatever. It is awake.”

Trunks can see the female move into view as she looks at him closer. Her cold eyes have look of curiosity in them. The other one is behind her with arms folded. Smirk that leaves him uneasy.

Android 18, “Least this one looks appealing.”

Trunks gets even more nervous now. Both stand behind him now so he can no longer see them, with his face pressed to the wide tree trunk stump. Without a word or ceremony, his pants are pulled down to his ankles. Hears the female coo at the site of his legs and cotton blue boxers. Hands briefly caresses his thighs and buttocks.

Android 18, “I definitely want to watch this.”

His boxers go down next. Fingers softly brushing his length and balls. Goose bumps pop up on his skin now from both the touching and chilly air. Trucks has never had sex with anyone. He is usually too busy to socialize with girl and never had the desire to even do that. Now, here he is with his most hated enemy. Nothing tender and loving in this moment. His heart beat seems to increase as the hand starts to explore his butt cheeks. No one can save him so he doesn’t bother to scream for help. Small hope that they shall get their fun over with quick and leave him alive is all he can cling to. Feels thek irk irate the cut on his cheek. Now even more determined to survive this. To get back at these hated creatures for not just himself or the little girl, but for all the world. Can hear pants being unzipped. Sound of feminine anticipation from the watcher. Even the trees almost seem to pause. Neither gentle or loving as it enters him. Despite knowing what will come, it is still a surprise to have a stiff hard cock shoved into him. Sound of pain and shock escape his lips. Hates letting his enemy know when they hurt him. The large mass starts moving in deep thrusts. This is neither pleasant or beautiful. Groan escapes him as hands hold onto his waist, pushing him against this painful erection. The thrusts get rougher as the android almost pulls out all the way, pausing at the tip, to push himself hard and fast back in. This is not making love. Just malicious rape. More cooing from the female who seems turned on by this. Pain is all he knows. The android seems to slam harder and faster into him. Hardly aware his voice filled the woods with cries of pain. Each thrust is all he knows. His squirming makes the cut on his cheek worse. The throbbing bruises nothing compared to this. And to his horror, the thrusts get faster and harder. It seems the android has just got started. Part of his mind ponders what a sight this must be. Wonders if his thrusts are a blur to the average eye. Voice gets hoarse from all the cries he makes. Unaware that he is passing out from it. Pain follows him ever beyond the border of consciousness.

He knows he isn’t awake. He is floating among the tree branches. Is this a dream? The sun is rising now. Sky has pinks and golds across it. Happy clouds eager to carry their brief new colors. The morning birds chirping nearby. He can see the woods. The trees seem to stand in shame before the sun after their dark witness of what has happened. His body lays half exposed and still tied to the tree trunk. Blood between his buttocks. Looks at himself in the morning light. Am I dead? Chipmunk approaches his body to sniff an ear. Sound of someone running through the woods sends it running away. Gohan breaks through the trees to look down at his student. Look of shock and fear? Is Gohan afraid for him? Wants to tell him, he feels no pain now. Master kneels next to his pupil and cuts the ropes with a sword he has never seen before. Gohan with love, pulls his boxers and pants back up. Seems to hesitate to even try to feel for a pulse. Rolls his student over see all the bruising done to his poor body. Tears run down Gohan’s cheeks freely. Wants to hug his master. Wants to wipe the tears away. Yes, he wants to live, even if he must suffer the pain. Gasps as his body feels cold and hard to move. Can barely see his master who looks in surprise to hear sounds of life. He smiles wanly and passes out.

Wakes up after swallowing something. Warmth flows through his limbs. Pain dies down to almost non existent. His eyes open up to see he is inside one of the hideouts. Gohan is looking down at him with obvious relief. Not much to see in the dimly lit room.

Gohan, “I thought you were... Well, apparently you will live. I am sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

Trunks, “I saw you... You pulled my pants up before rolling me over.”

Gohan’s eyes widen, “Oh?” Gives a sl chu chuckle, “I didn\'t want your mother to see you half naked if you did die. Not proper.” Gets serious again, “Are you okay otherwise?”

Trunks shakes a bit with the memory, “I guess.”

What Gohan does next, surprised both of them. Leans over and kisses his lips ever so gently. Kisses back, feeling a warmth that is more then healing of an odd bean or the sheltering walls. Love that is both complicated and simple. Kiss deepens some with both feeling the intense emotion of love.

Days have passed. Both stay hidden from the world as Trunks heals from the emotional wounds. Gohan never goes beyond the tender kiss. Never asks too much. Trunks is scared to take that next step with him. Memory of the intense pain always in mind. Hates the android even more for ruining what should have been a pleasant memory. They ruined too much in this world. They instead inspire a new vigor in his training. He pushes himself harder and harder now. Feels that he is about to reach something and not never able to get it. Can’t put a finger on it. Not till the way Gohan tells him what his real goal is. Super Saiyan. What is Super Saiyan? Gohan says it is the ultimate form of Saiyan. An alien named Freeza destroyed a whole planet because of thus power. Something he can’t describe to his student and love.

One day Trunks goes to check up on his mother Bulma. She is a lovely woman even for her age. Years of grief and pain have left their mark on her, making her wiser and more cunning. She is making a time machine. The whole concept is to warn the past and maybe save some lives. She isn’t certain if r owr own past will be altered or the path of an alternate world. He can’t conceive of other worlds and such possibilities. Stubbornly clings too much on the notion of changing his own past. She tries to explain the machine to her son, who listens with fake interest. He has this terrible feeling. Something wrong is happening. A feeling that gets worse with each minute.

Trunks, “Excuse me mother, but I need to go check on Gohan.”

Bulma looks a bit disappointed at first, “Well, if you promise to come back?”

Trunks, nods, “Right back, I promise.”

She smiles as if she suspects something, “I love you alot, dear. I am sure your father would feel as proud as I am.”

Trunks smiles more genuine now, “Thanks alot, mother.” Kisses her cheek before rushing back.

The hideout is underground, one door that leads to the surface. He can see smoke coming from the open door. Fear strikes his heart like a cold dagger. Too much smoke to enter the underground room. He looks around for traces of his love. Sees a trail of blood. Stomach turns as he follows the red markers to the remains of what might have been a church. Only two walls are left and maybe the idea of two other walls. A still form laying in the ruins. Runs over, regardless of his own safety to the fallen man. Gohan’s body was covered with blood and bruises that went purple. His breathing very labored as his face deathly pale. Left arm and legs bent unnatural ways. Thinks he can see a rib poking from a hole in the shirt. Too afraid to account all the other wounds.

Gohan speaks faintly, “They both attacked me. I never had a chance. I am sorry I... “ he coughs up blood.

Trunks, “Where are the beans?!”

Gohan, “Used the last one on you. Take the sword. Change the past. You are our only hope now.” Tries to breath, ere ere is always a way, my love. I.. I.. will be with you again,” eyes glaze over as his body shudders and goes still.

Trunks stares dumbly at his teacher and lover, “No...., “ unable to believe what has happened, “No.... don’t die Gohan. Please don’t die!” Tears down his cheeks.

Stands up now. Rage building from the center of his core. Rage that grows like a wild fire through his body. They stole their hope, right to life, friends, family, and now his only love. It is too much for him to contain. Scream of rage as he feels a pocket of power open within his body. Power that seems to explode in each cell of his being. Scream turns from rage to a feral wild cry as his body glows. His hair glows from the pale purple to an intense gold. His eyes are now electric green. He understands why Gohan couldn’t explain what a Super Saiyan is. It is more then power to fight. It is something that had to be felt and experienced. Like a sword that can be used to protect or harm. Choose to let the power control him or control the power itself. Thinks to himshow how proud Gohan will be. Looks down and remembers that Gohan is dead. This victory is meaningless without someone to share it with. There is a time machine. Maybe if he can warm them about the Androids. Better yet, if he is there to fight along side them. He can protect the Gohan of the past.

A short visit before his trip back in time. Flowers by the grave of his beloved master. Gohan is buried in the same plot of land the other heroes rest. Places a flower on each the other graves and two on his father’s for respect. This to help remind him of his duty. Plans to arrive when Freeza and his father do. If he beats them, maybe the heroes will takm sem seriously. Chance to see his father also another reason. Mainly to see Gohan, even only as a child. Mind always pondering what did he mean "There is always a way”? Is hssinssing some important information?

Steps out of the time machine. His hair is longer and tied back into a pony tail. Mother is there to greet him. Much has happened to him. He has met them all. Goku was so kind and compassionate. So willing to do what is best for the greater good. Still dies, but his death has more meaning. Maybe Goku is happier in the next dimension? Knows the fighter will still be training even for Goku’s existence was fighting. Vegeta? He was proud and strong man. So proud it was hard for him to show love to anyone. Sad truth, Vegeta’s world revolved around trying to overcome someone. First, it was Freeza. Then it was Goku, but Goku’s death robbed him of an rival. Seeing himself as a child was a strange experience. Second trip to the past ometomething to remember. First, finding there were three androids. Learning something called Cell is the real threat. His own death brought out something from Vegeta that shock all. Trunks was lucky they had the dragon balls to wish him back. Remembers coming back and defeating the androids of his world. All the months in the time chamber with Vegeta made him a stronger fighter who is less dependent. The androids had no chance against him as he blew them both up without wasting too much energy. Keeps the shells of their heads on a shelf in his room. Before his third trip to the past, he ran into the Cell of his world. Smiles as he remembers how he blew it beyond atoms. Arrived in the other world a year after the Cell Tournament. Vegeta has taken more interest in his son and moved back in with Bulma. Wants to be there to make his son the youngest Super Saiyan. Krillian has been courting Android 18. Trunks knows he will always hate the two but knows their defeat to Cell has changed them both in this world. Neither are the killing machines on a rampage now. ChiChi just gave birth to her second son, Goten. He looks alot like his father. Gohan being the perfect student and brother. Could see pain of the loss is still fresh in the Son family. He knows the feeling himself. But he came to visit them all but he also came to hunt for a new hope. This hunt takes him several weeks. Each dragon ball was scattered across the planet. Some of the places in plain sight, others are hidden rather well. Others searched for the balls as well. They were no problem to deal with, hardly worth remembering. He thinks one was called Philaf or was it Pea loaf? He wasn’t paying attention when he took the dragon ball from the short loathsome creature. Krillian also helps in this. Short man was gentle and trustworthy. During the trips, heard stories not even his master knew about Goku and company. Also the ugly truth about his father. Hard to believe the man once tried to destroy Earth. Krillian claims Goku’s influence is one of the reasons Vegeta is no longer doing that. Also hints that Bulma has helped change him. Trunks wondered if Goku and Vegeta were more then rivals. Were they lovers? Said that both used to train in secret before the androids arrival. The day they summoned the dragon was awe inspiring. Two wishes he could make? Hard to phase it right before the long, graceful, and intimidating great dragon. It gave off power so intense, it was blinding. His voice almost shook when he made a wish.

Now here he is. Looks around to see reconstruction of the homes. The world has a lighter look to it. The world itself seems to rejoice. Everyone he can see is smiling. Cheers at his arrival. He is a local hero of all now. Word of people, who are suppose to be dead, appearing alive again. Trunks has to suppress the urge to jump and yell, “it worked!” He wished that all who died from the androids to be brought back. His second wish was given to Krillian who wanted hair. But was he back? His heart skips a beat as his mother chatters and leads him home. Is so scared to ask. She enters the house first. Feels like she is almost teasing him. Vegeta scowls when they enter the house. Glimmer of his eyes, Trunks knows Vegeta is happy to see his son. There sitting on the couch is the most beautiful man he has ever seen. Gohan stands upon his arrival. Hardly pauses to take in for his feet move him quickly to his love side. Gohan grabs him into a hard hug as their lips meet in a passionate kiss. Can hear Vegeta mutter, he disapproves of such open love, as Bulma leads him to another room. He didn’t give this a second thought as his feels himself lifted and carried off to his room. Hardly aware that the door is kicked shut, just that he is set down on his bed. rly rly undresses Gohan. His own clothes get pulled free. Touching of skin sends a shiver and bolt through his body. Learns what making love is really all about in the arms of his gentle Gohan. Knows love and the bliss that it carries. That is all that there is to be written. I bet you wish I went more into it, huh?


The End.