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vatheon2012-08-28 07:35 pm
fighting4afuture) wrote in vatheon2012-08-28 07:35 pm
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Who: Trunks and whoever.
Where: Plaza!
When: 28th?
Style: Action
Status: Open like my heart
[Trunks' eyes flew open, his expression panicked and afraid--it might have been only two months since he disappeared from Vatheon, but for him it had been much longer.
And much more eventful.
And of course, he'd forgotten all about Vatheon until now, seeing the coral was bringing everything back--his mother, father, sister, Gohan...but of course there were the memories of back home, the appearance of the androids, Cell, the violent fighting between the crazed, perfection-obsessed android and the other fighters, Goku's sacrifice...
...the death beam coming at him out of the sudden storm, far too fast to dodge or block, even if he could, even if he were strong enough...
His dripping wet, long hair stuck to his face and neck as he sat up and looked down at the ragged hole in his chest armor, his blood still stubbornly staining the broken edges (it would be worse in back, so much worse...)
Well. Shit.]
...it couldn't have been two seconds earlier?
[Some rescue you are, stupid coral.]
Where: Plaza!
When: 28th?
Style: Action
Status: Open like my heart
[Trunks' eyes flew open, his expression panicked and afraid--it might have been only two months since he disappeared from Vatheon, but for him it had been much longer.
And much more eventful.
And of course, he'd forgotten all about Vatheon until now, seeing the coral was bringing everything back--his mother, father, sister, Gohan...but of course there were the memories of back home, the appearance of the androids, Cell, the violent fighting between the crazed, perfection-obsessed android and the other fighters, Goku's sacrifice...
...the death beam coming at him out of the sudden storm, far too fast to dodge or block, even if he could, even if he were strong enough...
His dripping wet, long hair stuck to his face and neck as he sat up and looked down at the ragged hole in his chest armor, his blood still stubbornly staining the broken edges (it would be worse in back, so much worse...)
Well. Shit.]
...it couldn't have been two seconds earlier?
[Some rescue you are, stupid coral.]
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Yeah. A couple weeks, or a couple years, depending on if you're asking real time or perceived...I can't really remember.
[And perceived isn't even the right word, because he experienced those two years: the fact that he's grown a couple inches, been obviously training--and hard, and that his hair has grown past his shoulders is evidence of that, but real-time it's only been three weeks tops, he can't be exactly sure. His perception's wonked. Time shenanigans. Hate.]
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You should get cleaned up before the woman sees you.
[In Vegeta's mind, avoiding any wailing from Bulma is a kindness not only to Trunks but to the entire bubble.]
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...yeah, probably.
[He'd grab a towel from the nearest local, but it's much easier to just power up a bit--the heat and swirling air from his energy displacing it works like a full-body hair dryer, and he gets a handful of water from the fountain to rinse the blood out of his mouth. Now he just needs clothes that aren't bloodied and he'll be...well, able to pass inspection at least, even if he still smells like he's covered in his own blood.]
Try to not die Trunks, Angelo and Vegeta are being nice.
[He jerks a thumb over his shoulder indicating the Welcome Center, starting that way. Vegeta himself is in casual clothing rather than his armor - there's not really a place to buy proper clothing here, and he didn't arrive in it this time, so he's been out of luck. Asking Trunks what the hell happened can wait until he's made himself presentable in case of sudden Bulma.]
WHAT IS THIS MADNESS.
He's back in a short while, dry again, and he's done one better than the robe and quickly found a pair of black pants and a white tank top in a shop--he's still wearing his boots, but the bodysuit and armor have been stashed away in a locker for now. Not that they weren't probably a loss.]
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In comparison to Vegeta.]
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...well if we're just going to stare at each other we might as well do it inside.
[They can stare over food.]
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There's no rush.
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He nods cordially towards a particularly terrified looking waitress, and feels a little bad he doesn't have any starfish tokens on him to leave as a tip for dealing with the two of them...
He sighs and runs a hand through his much longer hair.]
There was something stronger. Another android that used my time machine to travel to the alternate past. We...Gohan managed to beat it, and it self-destructed, but it came back. First thing it did was fire blindly into us, and it hit me.
[See? Just bad luck that he died don't be disappoint. :C]
That's the short version anyway.
[And more words than he said to you in two years!]
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[No, Vegeta, it is not. He's chronically behind his son in the timeline and forever will be. At least Trunks would know that he's still stronger than Vegeta at this point and can keep him in line if he needs to.
Not for long, probably.]
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[guess who that was then, Dad.]
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...then that was Frieza. That was when you arrived.
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Frieza and his father.
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...we were fortunate you arrived, then.
[He hasn't unlocked the secret to becoming a Super Saiyan just yet. He clenches his fist under the table, looking angry. Still, even though he's clearly disgruntled, he essentially admitted that he needed the help.]
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It really wasn't necessary, I found out. But...still, it felt good. To get into a fight I had a chance to win for once.
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[Vegeta can't possibly imagine training any harder than he does, so that honestly seems pretty futile to him.]
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One of the things...we thought we could fix, that would make things better...Goku died not long after he came back to Earth, of a heart virus. Sudden onset, no cure--not at the time, anyway.
I came to warn everyone, but I also came to bring back medicine to save him.
[...and if you knew anything of time travel theory and the whole 'eliminating a timeline via paradox' thing, that might be particularly disturbing.]
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From a virus?
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Mom thought it might have been something he picked up in space.
It was a small change...Mom couldn't be sure that anything more, even just going back in the first place, wouldn't create a paradox that would make things even worse.
Weekends are suffering. /sorry for slow
[Surprise, surprise! Vegeta read up on this stuff after finding out he had a future son back when he was a teenager. It's not as if he had anything better to do, being stuck here.]
it's okay :D
[holy crap dad you read?]
Really, that was probably the best-case scenario.
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It was worth the risk.
[The words are awkward even as he says them, and he's not sure WHY. Is he trying to offer comfort? To tell Trunks that his actions were right? He doesn't know.]
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It was the only option we had left.
[Because like hell Trunks was going to be able to get strong enough to win on his own without getting killed first. also yeah this is awkward.]
...so, um, what did I miss?
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[He's quite irritated at that. Vegeta's eager for more decent fights here, though being pounded into the ground by Gohan wasn't appealing in the least.]
...there's a boy running around with your face. He says that he is your brother, but he's not Saiyan. He uses some sort of magic.
[Any insight Trunks can offer on Angelo is much appreciated, thank you.]
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I met him briefly before I left. I don't know much more about him, but he's not my brother. It's just some kind of strange coincidence.
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