Pandora's Box: Prologue
"Here is something you canít understand/
How I could just kill a man/"
-Rage Against the Machine "How I Could Just Kill a Man"
The sun's morning rays poured into the room and gave everything a sort of glow to it. The warrior slowly pulled on his pants as his mind was focused on other matters. He slipped a snug, black shirt on over his head, tucking it into his pants before tightening the belt around his waist. Next came his socks, and then, his yellow boots that velcroed across. From his bed, he lifted a dark purple jacket that had the Capsule Corp logo stitched onto the left arm and put it on. Lastly, he pulled on a blue strap that crossed his right shoulder and left side, which happened to hold a rather simplistic, though durable, sword. With a shaky breath, he stood, and examined himself in the mirror. Light blue eyes stared back at him for a moment before they wandered, examining other parts of his form: the defined eyebrows, smooth curve of the nose, thin, but even lips, and thick, yet wispy, locks of lavender hair.
He sighed, letting his posture slouch slightly as his mother's words came back to him:
"Honestly, you look so much like your father at times," she would say with a sad smile.
'What does my father look like?' Trunks wondered as he glanced over his features once again, 'I guess I won't have to think about it...I'm actually going to meet him.' He couldn't help but feel nervous, it wasn't everyday you traveled back in time to save the world. It wasn't everyday you got to see your father when you were Trunks Vegeta Briefs. He glanced at the clock, noting that it was time to go. Composing himself, he turned from his room and made his way downstairs.
As he stepped outside, and into the undiffused sunlight, he could see his mother inspecting the time machine she had built. He watched her from a distance and smiled warmly with pride. "Is she ready to fly?" Trunks asked as he approached Bulma, looking over the yellow machine.
"Yeah, I think so," she said, looking first at the time machine, and then at her son, "Trunks, I want to you to be very careful when you go back to the past. I know..you're probably excited about meeting everyone, especially your father, but-"
The demi-Saijin closed his eyes, a small smirk on his lips as he interrupted, "But don't expect too much, right?"
Bulma smiled faintly before placing her hands on Trunks' shoulders, "Honey, I want you to know that I love you very much."
Trunks nodded, pulling his mother into a hug, "I love you too, mom. I promise, I'll be as careful as I can be."
The blue-haired lady resisted the urge to cry, wiping away the first indications of tears, "Oh Trunks..I just hope you'll be okay."
Trunks gave a small laugh, "I'll be fine mom, really. There won't be any androids there. I won't be in danger."
She nodded, then her expression fell serious, "Trunks, you've got to listen to me: Don't do anything to endanger anyone while you're back there. Don't give away information you don't need to give."
Trunks merely nodded at what he already knew, then decided to ask, "Hey mom, why don't you go? I mean, you know the time machine better than I do, and.." He trailed off as his mother shook her head.
"Trunks," she began, giving a forced smile, "Think about it, hon... Bulma..from the future? You know what that'd be like? Weird...really weird. Honey, just trust me, it's easier for them to hear this sort of a thing from a stranger than from me."
Trunks raised an eyebrow, "But..wouldn't you like to go back?"
The lady genius sighed and looked down, "I thought about it, really I have Trunks. I just think...I'm too old and...I don't think I'd be able to handle seeing everyone again. I think I'd try to stay in the past. Besides, you're stronger than me, and Freiza's going to arrive, remember? What good would I be against him? You're a Super Saijin! You can do so much more than I can, son, and.."
She sighed, and then gave him a look that could only be described as motherly, "And I'm so proud of you." She reached over and pulled him into a hug, giving him a kiss on the cheek to boot, "I love you so much! Just go back in time and make your mother proud! Ok?" Trunks nodded and stepped back before opening the main hatch. Bulma pulled out a black Sharpie from her pocket and quickly, but neatly, wrote on the side: Hope!
Trunks typed in the coordinates, listening to the hiss of the hatch closing on its own. The time machine hummed as it came to life, and Trunks buckled his safety belt. What a joke..a safety belt on a machine that would be bending the laws of physics.
As the device lifted into the air, his thoughts shifted to his mother who was waving goodbye enthusiastically. He smiled and waved back, watching her become smaller and smaller. He was embarking on a journey, but he tried his best not to think about it. He thought about making his mother proud, and then, he was gone.
Part One |