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Future Trunks

With directions given by Raditz the group soon reached their destination, Bulma's jet having been upgraded again had a maximum speed comparable to piccolo's.

"They are here."

Announced Piccolo, he had his hands folded and his eyes glued to the new Saiyan, something about him irked Piccolo the wrong way.

Piccolo was a sensible z fighter, his senses were strong his hearing was stronger and everything was telling him that this guy knew all of them.

But none of them had met him before if their reactions were anything to go by, so although Krillin and Yamcha attempted to make small talk with the man, Piccolo stood on guard.

*Woooosh*

During Piccolo's contemplation Raditz's jet had already arrived and was in the process of landing before the group.

"Hey Raditz, Bulma, Pie pie, over here!"

Krillin greeted the trio but nobody noticed how the mystery man's expression changed after looking at Raditz, Bulma and Pie pie coming down the plane.

Nobody noticed, except for Piccolo.

'I knew it, something's off about him, he keeps staring and them, especially Raditz.'

Piccolo frowned but still quietly watched Raditz picking up Bulma and jumping off the hovering ship, and Pie pie swimming upto them by herself.

The trio were still continuing their previous conversations and laughing merrily while getting out, now this wouldn't be problematic anywhere else, but this was a serious situation and a possible battlefield a while ago.

So this contrast had everyone sweat drop a little, everyone except the mystery man, he was a bit more than a bit shaken up.

"...Ok.."

The new man had fumbled his mystery act as his eyes twitched involuntarily, he didn't know Bulma would be so.. free.. and.. unfettered.

Forcibly taking his eyes off the three, the man carefully gazed at the currently landing spaceship, he started at it for quite a while too, as if remembering some fond memories.

"Grrr."

Piccolo growled in a low voice, he was sick of this man acting all mysterious, if he wasn't capable of defeating him Piccolo would have attacked long ago.

So he could only patiently wait as Bulma took her bodyguard and the four came upto their group, Raditz taking the lead for this one.

"Ohh? A Saiyan? Half breed Saiyan..? A human Saiyan half breed on top of that..?"

"Hello, I am the Raditz, the Saiyan King, nice to meet you."

Raditz smirked as he walked upto the man leisurely.

"Hmm, that sword of yours seems to be made from a metal Bulma and I are trying to create right now, but you seem to have created it first..?"

"Could you tell me by any chance how you managed to do the quenching process? You seem to be a fan of capsule corporation too.."

The man was already sweating profusely after Raditz had come upto him, Raditz's massive body was covering him up almost entirely and forcing him to look up, his words were putting a lot of psychological pressure on him too.

Normally he would attack when encountering such a situation as he had his fair share of dealing with a massive opponent himself, but Raditz was supposed to be that Saiyan.

"I don't know the process, someone made it for me, sorry."

The man fumbled a bit but took control of the situation anyway.

His mom had told stories of the time Raditz was still alive and how the android's wouldn't be a problem if he was around.

Keeping the Legendary Super Saiyan alive was one of the most important goals for coming to the past as well.

"Ohh, disappointing, but no worries, I am sure we'll figure it out soon, in the future."

Raditz didn't seem disappointed by the fact he couldn't get the process out of the man, he maintained his smirk and stepped away from the man, no longer putting pressure on him.

He had confirmed what he needed to and now was time to watch the play.

"So what's your deal? You got a name to you?"

Asked Raditz, to which the man cleared his throat and nodded, getting into character.

"My name is Trunks, I come from.. a.. far away place, there is some information I need to give you."

"The Earth is in danger."

Some of the z fighters gasped, Raditz stood still but Piccolo had now taken it upon himself to get to the bottom on this.

"What do you mean? Why should we trust you when you act so suspiciously."

Now Trunks wasn't confident against Raditz but Piccolo was someone he had zero trouble messing around with.

He was stronger than him so what was the fuss about.

"I can't tell you about my origins, sorry, but I have some important news."

"I wanted to wait for Goku and Gohan, but if Mr Raditz believes me I can provide you the information right now."

Trunks had two options while coming to the future, telling Goku what was going to happen or telling Raditz what was about to happen.

It was because Goku had actually fought against the androids a few times before collapsing to his disease but Raditz had died before he could even face the androids.

So Trunks had a choice to make. Who would be the most reliable person to tell this information to, right now Raditz seems to be a better option than Goku.

Raditz surviving was utmost priority and he needed to get the necessary information out, as for his own birth and origin, he'll let nature take the lead.

Giving another look to the girls standing a bit far away, Trunks smiled just a bit, his mother seemed much happier right now.

"Believe you? Let's say I do Trunks, what you want to want to tell me?"

Raditz folded his arms and looked at Trunks, who pointed to a rock far away from the group.

"Please come with me for a bit."

Trunks wanted to say the important things away from everyone's prying eyes.

He wanted to keep his influence over the future as little as possible, he didn't know currently how things would change if everyone knew everything.

"Oh come on! Why the secrecy, we want to know too!"

Krillin cried out injustice but Trunks only gave him an apologetic smile.

Yamcha and Chiaotzu followed along, wanting to know, Tien and Piccolo kept quiet and Raditz himself thought about his options for a few seconds.

He could go with Trunks or he could change things up a bit, this was a new timeline now that Trunks had returned, so it was up in the air how much really mattered.

Decisions decisions.

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