Bringer of Death

Future Saga, Part 2: Faces Without Names, Men Without Aims*

Future Saga, Part 2: Faces Without Names, Men Without Aims*

The ki signatures he felt in and around West City were sparse and almost

all miniscule. Trunks had taught himself to pick out his mother's

limited energy signature at a young age and could typically do so

without a second thought, but right now it was missing. She could either

be unconscious, or...worse.

The half-Saiyan floated in the air over Capsule Corporation for another

brief moment, his eyes shut as he scanned the city again. He would find

her, of that he was sure. He was used to living in a world that could

turn into a nightmare without warning; this was nothing new.

He still couldn't sense her. His eyes opened.

His energy carried him back to the ship and down the hall toward the

engine room before any human would have been able to see that he had

moved. The fastest way to find his mother was here, on his father's vessel.

Shortly after leaving the Arcosia system, Trunks had came across C47's

old chassis stuffed haphazardly in a bulkhead closet. He had briefly

considered reactivating the homicidal droid on the trip back, but

decided against it, opting for a little bit of peace. Unlike its

counterpart in the past, this version of the assassin droid didn't know

who he was. But now he had no choice.

The red eyes began to glow dimly an instant after the youth engaged the

power coupling bolt at the back of the robot's neck.

"Can you hear me, droid?"

For a moment, C47 remained still. Then he rose to his feet in a single

motion. A series of whirring and clicking noises filled the room as his

long-dormant systems cycled on one by one. Finally, his communications

relay and memory bank clicked into gear and his red eyes glowed

brighter. He turned to Trunks.

"Query: Are you my new master?"

"I'm in charge," snapped the Saiyan. He had no time for explanations.

"Your assistance is required immediately. Are your scanners fully

functional?"

"Scoffing Retort: On what authority, meatbag, do you make demands? I

have had many masters.

"Snide Query: What makes you so special, that you think you can just

bark orders at me?"

The engine room exploded in golden light as Trunks burst into his Super

Saiyan transformation, the force flinging C47 across the floor and

pinning him to the wall. "IS THIS ENOUGH FOR YOU, DROID?" thundered the

young man. "I grew up despising your kind, and I could turn you into

atoms in the blink of an eye. ARE YOUR SCANNERS WORKING?! I won't ask