"The Legacy of Trunks" by: allipoke Prologue Everyone who's watched Dragonball Z the Android/Cell saga will know that Trunks helped save the present timeline by traveling back from the future in order to defeat the androids and then Cell. But what if Bulma, his mother, had failed to build the time machine? Would Trunks still be able to beat the androids? Read the first chapter to get a glimpse of another future... Chapter One "Bad news, Trunks." A boy of seventeen with silvery hair stepped into the room, looking puzzled. His mother, Bulma, grimaced and tears brimmed in her eyes. "I failed to build the time machine--I couldn't figure out what was wrong with it, it looks like we're stuck right here, in this timeline." "No way! There must be some way to fix the time machine and go back!" Trunks exclaimed. "The future of the human race is at stake here!" "I know, I know," Bulma sighed. "But I just don't know what's up with the machine. How did it go with the androids?" "Big giant duh, we'd be partying right now if they had been destroyed! No, I got beat up good, ma," Trunks replied testily. "Looks like a Super Saiyan's not enough to beat the androids," Bulma retorted. Trunks growled. "It's so cheap--both of them gang up on me at once because they're too weak to face me one on one," Trunks said furiously, "but you're right about one thing. Being a Super Saiyan isn't enough. I have to go beyond that in order to defeat the androids--or at least stand a chance against them for that matter." Trunks stretched and grabbed his jacket and sheath again. "I'm off, Mom, see ya," he said briskly and left. "Wait, where are you going? Not those darn androids again!" Bulma hollered. Trunks zoomed off into the air and headed for Kame House. "I gotta go see Roshi," he said to himself. "The old geezer will know what to do." He came in for a landing. "Master Roshi!" he yelled. "Where are you, man?" An old man grunted, apparently dozing on a folding chair with a Playboy magazine in his hand. Trunks took a peek at the cover and threw it aside. "Roshi, wake up!" He woke up with a start. "What the heck are you doing out here, kid?" he demanded. "You're going to give away my cover and allow the androids to find me!" "Like you really care about that," Trunks sneered. "You just don't want to die a bachelor! Look, would you just calm down and shut up so I can ask you something? I didn't come over for a nice family reunion." Roshi went quiet. "Listen, do you know how I can speed up my training and become stronger than the androids?" Trunks asked. Roshi raised an eyebrow. "I thought you'd have asked me something more important--I mean, no one else would want anything more than to reduce the androids to a scrap heap." "This is important!" Trunks practically screamed in sheer disbelief. "If you weren't so old you might remember that the androids are still destroying the rest of what's left of the world! I need to know how to become stronger and--" "I know, I know," Master Roshi groaned. He almost keeled over. "Listen, it would be a dream come true to gain a year's training in a day so you can defeat the androids. But you'll have to work really, really hard." Trunks was still having a hard time taking in the last words Roshi had said. "A year's training in a day?" he spluttered weakly. "How?" Master Roshi winced. "Okay, the Hyperbolic Time Chamber at Kami's lookout is the place to go. You stay in there for 24 hours and you get a whole year's training. But watch it--the lookout's deteriorated since Piccolo died--Kami goes with him cause they're one in the same, and there's poor, lonely Mr. Popo to look after it all by himself. The chamber might even be destroyed." But Trunks had heard no more. He had zoomed out the door and flown off to the lookout.