Gunshots

Trunks walked down the street hands in his pockets he had just come home and found his home destroyed and his mother dead. He had only been in the past for a year and he comes back and everything is gone. He had heard an explosion a few minutes ago and was walking strait towards its direction.

“17 your soo childish honestly your such a child.” 18 rambled. “Stop being a party pooper 18 and… hey look over there…” 17 said as he grinned and pointed. 18 followed his gaze and saw Trunks just standing there watching them. “Hey…didn’t we already kill you?” 17 asked. Trunks didn’t speak he just shook his head. “Well you should get out of here before I change my mind and kill you.” 17 snickered but stared in shock as Trunks got on his knees and looked at the ground. “You win androids…I surrender…do what you wish…” Trunks said with nothing but sadness in his voice. Android 17 walked over to him and kneeled he lifted his chin. “Well I have had anger management problems lately maybe I could take my anger out on you for a while.” 17 said looking into Trunks’ emotionless eyes.

Meanwhile…

Yamcha and Bulma sat in the Capsule corp. lounge. “Man I miss Goku.” Yamcha said aloud. “Yeah me too…” Bulma said looking at the ceiling. Then a knock came from the door. Yamcha hurried over to the door and opened it he stared in shock at what he saw. Trunks walked pushed him aside and walked in and quickly sat down on a chair and rolled his pant leg up and looked at his leg which was covered in blood. He dug his fingers into the wound making him shutter. “Trunks! Oh my gosh what happened!!!” Trunks looked down he couldn’t look at her. “Trunks…?” Bulma asked. “M-Mom’s dead…” Trunks said with a look of guilt. “T-They got to her before I did…I gave up on life I told them to kill me…” Yamcha and Bulma’s jaws dropped. “You what!?!” They both said simultaneously. “I couldn’t stand being alone…so I asked them to kill me instead they tortured me instead.” Trunks continued to dig around inside the wound until he felt the object he was looking for. “Almost…darn it!!!” Bulma looked at Trunks oddly. Trunks what are you doing?” Trunks didn’t look up. “Bullets…he shot me…in the shoulder, my bicep, my leg and my abdomen…and I’m loosing blood fast…”