ᴘᴀʀᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴀsɪᴛᴇ

Chapter Two

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Last Hybrid Saiyans
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The sun was never the same after the perish of the heroes of this world. How could the hybrid saiyan forget anyone that once fought for this planet's survival? And now, only he remained. With a pupil that he hoped would be the savior of this world if he himself truly wasn't. In a sense, if his pupil is the savior, then that ought to count for something. Even if it meant his own untimely demise. He never stayed too long in his bed, and he didn't want to look into his mother's disappointment filled eyes, or hear her scream her head off at him for even stepping foot outside the house.

This morning, he casually escaped outside his bedroom window, knowing too well that his mother was awake. She always was, and truth be told, he was getting tired of her lectures. Not because they annoyed him, or because of her screaming, far from it. It was because it hurt his heart every time he looks into her eyes and witnesses the depression drown out what little hope and happiness she had left.

Soaring through the sky, he knew that Dr. Gero had unleashed three more androids, as if the troublesome twins weren't enough. He expected Dr. Gero to be dead, rightfully so, he had to be—but no. The doctor, though mad, was a genius at heart. He made sure a back up body was made just in case his androids rebelled. Of course they did, they were teenagers originally. Luckily, the twin androids made no attempt to return to his hidden lab and destroy its remains. So the doctor was quick to work on himself before moving on to the remaining androids, except for one, would be a last resort. That, and his perfection.

Cell.

A mere little life form growing inside a thick green liquid, which the doctor entrusted his supercomputer to take care of.

"I have big plans for you...you just don't know it yet." The wrinkly old doctor says with a smile, stroking his long white mustache. "I'm certain you're aware of your potential, my little one. But unfortunately, things must play out slowly." He walks away from staring at Cell. "I'll allow androids Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen—and those brats Seventeen and Eighteen to have their fun." He growls at the names of the twins. "They have caused me quite some trouble, but I know you will become perfection through them, and they'll be begging for mercy from me."

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A hard working bluenette stares intensively at the TV, shaking her head at the news reports of three more androids being spotted across town, sprawled around and about. As she hears hushed footsteps drag across the hallways she shouts, "Don't even think about going out into town! With all those androids, you're going to get yourself killed like your father!"

The lavender haired boy grumbles. As if he needed to reminded of a father he didn't know. "I'm nothing like him." He declares, crossing his arms. "Unlike him I stay."

"Yeah, when you get yourself beat up out there and you come crawling back home!" He is met with fierce cerulean eyes. Wincing from his standing position, the hybrid grits his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid her gaze. "Please mom, you gotta understand—there are helpless people down there with no one to protect them!"

His mother scoffs, adjusting her red cap back on her head, her daily routine ready for her. "Trunks, you and Gohan are the only saiyans left, there's no one left to protect this world, so what good will it be if you two are dead?"

Trunks keeps quiet, thinking for a moment, surely, there was a way to save this world. And then, he remembered something. "Mom! We can use the dragon balls!" He says with a widened smile. The inventor looks up from staring at her blueprints. "May I remind you, Piccolo died." She replies bitterly. "So even if you had big plans with wishing, don't even think about it kid." She scoffs.

"No! You remember how you told me about your trip to Namek a while ago? Gohan knows the Namekians as much as you do so they'd be willing to help us out!" Trunks nearly sings at the new hope. His mother doesn't say anything, but he knows she's thinking.

"My son, you might be the second genius ever! But, my old spaceship might be malfunction and needs a few upgrades most likely. Besides, would the namekians let you summon Porunga? To their eyes it might seem selfish."

"We can repay them."

"The Namekians don't need zeni, food, or anything for that matter. As long as their planet is safe." Bulma explains.

"It doesn't hurt to try..." Trunks says reluctantly.

The inventor sighs. The willpower in her son was strong.

"Okay, I'll see what I can do about it. In the meantime, train with Gohan and deal with an Android at a time."

Sighing in relief, Trunks nods. Glad that for once he and his mother came to an agreement. He stretches, and walks down and out of Capsule Corps. The day was sunny, but Trunks was already used to the chaos going on in the outside world, so he wasn't fooled by the weather. Trunks usually ran into Gohan first, but once he saw his new friend Mai coming back from the city with a gentle smile, he knew today was a different day.

"Mai!" He chirps, running up to the ebony long haired girl. Mai with the same amount of energy runs up to him and shakes his hand in their famous handshake, a couple of slaps across their palms before they held hands. "How are you?" He asks delicately, just in case she had a run in with the androids. "I'm doing fine...oddly, no signs of androids Seventeen and Eighteen." Mai answers softly as Trunks nods. "But of course, they'll come out of their hiding spots eventually."

"And we'll be waiting." A third voice pulls their attention as the figure eases a gentle smile, though fake, it hid the fact he was filled to the brim with trauma. A widened smile flashes across Trunks' face as he approaches his mentor, and the closest thing he had to a father. "Gohan!" Trunks runs up to him as Mai watches from where she stood with her own smile.

"Trunks, it's good to see you...so you guys heard the news of three more androids, right?" Gohan asks.

The teenagers nod and sigh, grimacing of their future.

"It's okay, we'll get rid of them, one by one. We'll make sure of it." Gohan stares at the sun as he frowns. "Every single android deserves to perish."