By The Magnificent Medina

They say if you look high enough…higher than the sea…the sun…the earth…the clouds…you can see him. Watching you. Protecting you. Always there. Way up high. Avenging you…when you die.

I am so high

I can hear heaven

He stood there on the cliff top. Waiting. Watching. He knew they were out there. Just not where. He raised his hand and pulsed his fingertips to his temple, massaging it rhythmically. He sighed in frustration and moved his hand to brush away the rebel lavender strands from his deep blue eyes.

The sight of destruction surrounded him in what seemed could be the environment he would have to bear for an eternity. But he refused to let that be a reality. He knew he had the power to finally rid the world of the suffering and loss that had been all too familiar to him and the nameless faces below.

All he had to do was find them...

I am so high

I can hear heaven

Recollections of his previous years flashed in his mind. He bowed his head and closed his eyes to see the faces that where now just a distant memory.

“Gohan,” he breathed.

Gohan. His late master and best friend. The first word he’s said for a long time.

Deep inside his troubled mind, memories of Gohan and his perished loved ones got more and more frequent. He could swear he heard their voices calling him in the middle of the night…only to find out it was the whistling of a restless breeze.

But heaven

No heaven don’t hear me

Here was the closest he could get to feel he was near his lost loved ones once more. He cried out. Calling to them. He waited. He got nothing. He would do anything to have them back again. But it wouldn’t help. He knew he would never see them again. Living. Breathing. Alive. He knew it was useless, but he kept on trying.

And they say that a hero can save us

I’m not going to stand here and wait

I’ll hold on to the wings of the eagles

Watch as they all fly away

A tear rolled down his cheek as memories of that unforgettable night appeared in his mind.

They were so cold. So cruel. Toying with you. Making you think you could have a chance in defeating them…I wish you had listened to me. I wish you’d had let me help you!

He clenched his fists, gritting his teeth as he became angrier by the second.

“IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS!” He screamed to the sky. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this…” he repeated in a near sob. He collapsed on his knees, as he suddenly felt weak. He gulped as the pain of loss engulfed his senses. He clenched his head and screamed as the tears flooded down his face. “They’re gone…THEY’RE GONE!”

Someone told me love would all save us

But how can that be? Look what love gave us

A world full of killing

And blood spilling

Their world never came

A large flash of light caught the hysterical fighter’s attention. Screams, shrieks and cries filled his ears, almost deafening…

Then…there was silence.

His eyes were shadowed with antipathy, as his body filled with a lasting hatred for the ones responsible for everything. For all the pain. All the death. All the destruction. He vowed one day he would make them pay. He vowed to be free.

Today was that day. The day when this anguish and devastation would cease. Today…

He slowly stood up. His eyes never leaving the newest creator in the already damaged earth. His eyes flickered with intensity and they slowly changed from a deep blue to a brilliant aqua. His hair stood on end as a golden aura consumed every strand of his perfect lavender hair.

Today was the day the androids’ rein of terror will finally be over. Today…

He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, welcoming the more powerful, new transformation. Flames of energy surrounded his lean, muscular form, swirling and cracking the landscape around him with its power.

And they say that a hero can save us

I’m not going to stand here and wait

I’ll hold on to the wings of the eagles

Watch as they all fly away

Dark clouds gathered above him and fed off the stray bolts of energy escaping into the atmosphere. Energy evoked from his growing power during his rapid transformation.

His eyes flung open and he led his enraged gaze back to the creator he was looking at previously. Fueled by his hatred for the metal demons that awaited him below, he clenched his teeth and launched rapidly into the air, letting himself drop at amazing speed. When he got closer and closer, he used his energy to slow his fall and gradually propel him upwards and upright as his feet touched the ground.

Now the world isn’t ending

It’s love that I’m sending to you

Is it the love of a hero?

And that’s what I fear, it won’t do

He was met with silence. An eerie silence. It was all too quiet for his taste.

He scanned the area for any sudden movements.

Surrounding him, piles of rubble and debris. Once all buildings and housing which were greatly inhabited by so many innocent lives…but no longer. Bodies and bloodshed mingled with the face of destruction. He cursed the sight in his mind. He cursed. If only he could sense them. If only. He could’ve found them with a lesser risk. He wouldn’t have to rely on the death of hundreds of people just so he could identify their whereabouts.

He hated every minute the mechanical menaces lived, while men, women and children had their lives stripped away from them. He couldn’t understand it. Why were so many innocent people left to suffer the consequences that should have been dealt to the evils in this world?    

And they say that a hero can save us

I’m not going to stand here and wait

I’ll hold on to the wings of the eagles

Watch as they all fly away

He suddenly snapped out of his train of thought. He scanned for what he thought he heard. A voice…

“Help!” He heard it again, but now he was sure it was real. Under a pile of rubble he spotted a pair of white knuckles. He was quick to act. He ran over to the unforgiving pile of debris and dug as fast as he could.

“Help me! Help me!” The voice was calling. More urgent. Growing fainter. Trapped underneath the piles of rock and metal lay a small, elderly man. His eyes closed. His body battered and bruised. A bloody gash on his balding skull. The golden fighter powered down into his normal state. The golden aura leaving his hair, restoring it to its lavender self. He slowly lifted the man up. Being ever so careful, he felt for any broken bones. There were none.  As he draped the old man’s arm on his shoulder, the man let out a loud wheezing cough. “My son…where is my son?” He frantically asked in a hoarse voice. A feeling of relief washed over the young warrior. He was alive. But that feeling was short lived. He searched the area with his eyes for any trace of another living life form. There were none. He looked to the ground and stared. The old man asked again. More urgent than last time. “W-where is he?” The old man gazed up at the younger man. The look on his face said it all. The old man was speechless. “I’m sorry. I know what it’s like. I’ve lost someone who was like a father to me,” The younger man answered, trying to break it as gently as possible.      

And they’re watching us

They’re watching us

As we all fly away

“What a moving display,” said a voice. The young man felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as a cold chill ran down his spine. That voice was all too familiar to the young man. He glared at the figure walking towards him clapping in a mocking fashion. The figure was approaching slowly but all too confidently. The lifeless eyes. The long black hair. The tattered blue jeans, black shirt and red scarf. Another figure lurked behind him. A female figure also all too familiar. Her lifeless eyes daggered into his soul like a pair of rusted knives. Her blonde hair. Her denim outfit. Her orange boots. The pair looked just liked they had every time he saw them. Both with the same smug, arrogant smirk on their cold faces. The same smirk they wore when they killed almost everyone he ever cared about.

He felt the old man stiffen in his arms. The old man shook with a mixture of fright and hatred. “You monsters! You’re nothing but…but cowards!” The dark haired android glared at the old man, and then returned to his trademark smirk. “Who? I’m sure you don’t mean us. Now, now old man. That’s not very fair. Is it Eighteen?” He spoke with a sadistic glimmer in his tedious eyes.

“Not at all.” His evil female counterpart replied displaying the same sense of brutal intensions. “I think he needs to be taught a lesson-”

“That’s enough!” The young warrior interrupted. The dark haired android glanced a surprised eye his way and carefully examined him. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the brat. You look stronger since the last time we fought.” The android grinned. The young man let go of the old man who backed away from the scene. The lavender haired fighter stood and walked towards the cocky androids. “My name is Trunks. It’s over androids. The suffering ends here!” The dark haired android laughed. 
“You really think you could actually beat us? You Earthlings and your delusions. When will you learn, Trunks?” He shook his head with a smug grin creeping over his face. “You won’t win.” His female equivalent glided next to him. “I’ll take it from here, Seventeen.” She said while flicking her blonde hair. “He’s starting to get on my nerves.” She stepped forward and entered ready stance. “Let’s play.”

Trunks’ eyes twitched with rage and he felt himself transform. The androids’ for only a moment looked on in awe. “His hair changed colour again,” said Seventeen. Eighteen frowned. “Changing the colour of his hair won’t stop him from losing,” she growled. Trunks was fuming. He gritted his teeth as a flame of energy swirled rapidly around him. “Playtime’s over!” He snarled. Eighteen paid no more attention to her mechanical brother. “As you wish.” She sneered.  And with that, she launched into the air extending her clenched fist to deliver the first punch.

Eighteen frowned as she floated in the air. She stared at her fist…that was firmly wedged in Trunks’ strong hand. She shrugged it off and swung her free hand as hard as she could into…Trunks’ other hand. He blocked both punches with ease. He smirked with delight as he saw the frustration in the woman’s face. She flew backwards as Trunks released her hands, urging her to try again. “Humph. I was going easy on you, but I see you are more powerful than I thought.” She smirked. “No matter. You’re still no match for me.” Trunks felt his eyebrow rise. Eighteen raised her fists. “This time I won’t go so easy on you.” Her mechanical brother snickered in the background. “What’s the matter Eighteen? Too much for you?” he asked, laughing. Eighteen’s eye twitched, irritated by her brother’s mocking attitude. “Shut up Seventeen! Of course not!” she hissed.

She launched into the air once more, but now with more speed, and aggression to prove her brother wrong. Trunks slid into sparing stance as she approached at a massive speed. This time she swung her leg heatedly aiming for his shoulder. Trunks blocked the kick with his forearm.

Before he could blink, Eighteen propelled herself at full speed upwards bringing her hands in front of her and fanned out her fingers. Her hands flickered and a ball of energy was produced. She fired the flickering mass towards her enemy standing below. Trunks was quick to act. He dodged the mass of energy as it collided with a pile of slabs, glass and other building materials. He appeared behind the fierce female as her flickering fireball reduced the pile of debris into nothingness. He outstretched his hands and clasped them together, and then using his strong forearms, he pounded them into the unsuspecting android’s back sending her head first into the ground below. She plummeted till she stopped with a sickening thud. Without wasting any time, the mighty golden haired warrior extended his palm and a flicker of energy formed into a giant flash of light, which rapidly descended on the doomed android beneath.            

And they’re watching us

They’re watching us

As we all fly away

Her manacle counterpart looked on in distress as ash and wreckage rained on the earth. She was nowhere in sight. All that was left of her were the particles floating slowly through the air, descending into the newest creator in shattered land. Seventeen was overwhelmed with feelings he had never felt before. Pain. Anger. Hate. Disbelief. All swelled through his twitching body. First his fingers. His toes. His torso. His eyes…

His eyes. They swelled with a new kind of hatred…and fragment of fear for the golden haired warrior. It creped through his skin, prickling his senses. Fear. He glared at the golden man as he declined from the sky. “You shouldn’t have done that…” Seventeen snarled through clenched teeth as Trunks’ feet were firmly on the ground. “I told you before! This ends now! Never will I let you hurt another defenseless life form!” Trunks growled in return. Usually the android would snicker at the man’s confidence…but not this time. He didn’t retreat to his trademark smirk like he always did. He was not amused. He glared at the man, his eye twitching as the feelings slowly clouded his way of thinking. “We’ll see about that!” He sneered. But before he could make his move, Trunks suddenly extended his hand producing a large flashing ball of energy, that he released as quickly as he made it, sending the last android into a rapid and painful death.

        And they’re watching us

They’re watching us

As we all fly away

They say if you look high enough…higher than the sea…the sun…the earth…the clouds…you can see him. Watching you. Protecting you. Smiling…

He looks down on the faces below...onto an environment he had never had in his lifetime...

Until now. It is an environment filled with peace. Filled with prosperity. An environment without fear. Without pain. Without loss.

All because of one man. The man on the cliff top. Way up high.

His name is Trunks. Our protector. Our guardian.

Trunks. The mighty lavender haired fighter from the future.

Our champion. Our defender…

Our Hero…

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