Trunks keeper of peace(Dc)

Now you see, I'm the average Joe. An 18-year-old high school student of average height and build. Black hair and dark brown eyes; you can see 20 of me at your local Walmart.

Currently, I'm waiting at the usual bus stop that takes me directly to my house. I'm planning on watching Dragon Ball Z and attempting to finish the Cell Saga. My favorite character is Future Trunks; I must admit.

As I was waiting at the stop, I heard some ruckus as I stared ahead blankly before I heard a child's scream for help.

You see, I'm a shameless person, and calling me a spineless coward wouldn't be too inaccurate to what I was as a person. But there are things where even my cowardice draws the line; I will never allow a child to be harmed as long as I can help it.

Running as fast as my unathletic somewhat chubby body can carry me, I reach the location where I heard the little girl's voice cry for help. Staring into the woods as I hear another screech of fear and begging coming to me, I throw my bookbag to the side and rush inside, trying to reach the poor girl.

Running with adrenaline fueling my veins, I move nimbly in between trees, stumbling over a branch every now and then. I freeze as I find the location where the little girl's voice was coming from.

Standing at about 11 feet tall (3.5 meters) with pure white skin, thin arms, and a deformed face, a being can be seen mimicking the voice of a little girl.

Slowly taking a step back as the creature once again mimics the little girl's voice, I step back but my foot steps on a twig alerting the tall being as it's head snaps towards me insanely fast. Drool seeping down its twisted maw.

"Hey now... We can speak this through. I promise you, I won't taste any good." I try to reason with this monster as it tilts its head at my words before grinning and speaking in a broken English.

"Food" it says before dashing at me its teeth blaring under the gleam of the sun as I screech like a little bitch before taking off faster than I've ever run before.

Dodging between trees, I don't look back, but I can hear the being gaining ground on me. I can FEEL its long finger brush against my Nike sweatshirt hoodie.

Speeding up as much as possible, I feel piss dribble down my leg as the creature seems to relish in my fear, letting out twisted little giggles as it tugs me from behind, making me jerk backwards into its grasp.

The next few instances can be described as pure white-hot AGONY. The creature doesn't even kill me before digging in; it just immediately bites a chunk of my torso off with me still alive. Watching it chew my flesh greedily before it goes in for another bite.

Hearing people approaching, I yell, "DON'T COME INTO THIS FUCKING FOREST! THERE'S A CREATURE HERE—*GURK*" I can't finish as the creature pierces my neck with its clawed hand. Finally putting an end to my agony.

As my vision blackens, I hear a voice: "You have a heroic spirit. You are needed, young one..."

...

Waking up in a gasp, I hear the wind rustling as I notice that I'm in some sort of desert. Getting up slowly, I feel an abnormal weight on my back. Grasping it, I subconsciously pull a sword from my back as I stare at it in shock.

"Why do I have this? And where am I? Aren't I supposed to be dead?" I rapidly question no one.

I also notice that my clothing is different. Wearing a black shirt and black baggy pants with a short jean jacket, I notice that this outfit does look a bit familiar. But I can't quite put my finger on where I've seen it.

Shrugging for now, I begin walking through the desert. Despite the fact that my white ass can't even handle beach sun without burning up, I don't seem to feel the desert heat.

I'm now about 5'7, though despite that fact, my body feels packed with untouched power. And I notice that I'm no longer slightly chubby with a pot belly sticking out. I'm actually ripped, though it's on the leaner side of being ripped.

As I look down, I notice thin purple locks fall in front of my eyes as I stare at them for a second. "Since when could someone have purple hair? And wait, since when did I have bangs!?" I exclaim in confusion, as I always kept my hair buzzed. Though oddly, I dig this hair. I continue walking.

Staring at my hands, I notice a healthy tan to them, though I'm still pale. I'm a bit less pale than I were before. "Man, I need to get to a mirror ASAP." I begin speed walking and then sprint as my body moves so fast that the surroundings blur like I'm in a freaking speeding car. Though I can still keep up.

"What the fuck is this bullshit!" Sliding to a halt in front of a village, I notice a group of dark-skinned people, "Africans" (I'm black irl, so leave it be). I mutter as they look at me like they've seen a ghost.

Walking through the village, I feel everyone's gaze on me. Some kids look hungry and famished, while others look horrified and hide behind their mother's skirts.

I am immediately approached by three men with ak-47s in hand as they approach me yelling in some language I can't understand.

Raising my hands despite the fact my body practically screams at me that guns are no threat to me, I try and look as least threatening as possible. "Woah, woah, woah, how about we calm down guys. I'm a bit lost." I try and deescalate the situation as the men once again speak in a language beyond what I can understand.

Twitching a bit as one of the obviously least experienced men shoots at me in fear and haste, I feel my hand subconsciously move and catch the bullets with my bare fucking hands. "This is damn muscle memory!" I exclaim as I feel my legs leave the ground and I grab all the bullets being shot at me with ease.

"How am I flying!?" I exclaim as the men look at me with gaped eyes, their jaws on the ground as they begin calling me "Superman", whoever the hell that is.

Slowly I feel my body rise higher and higher as the village gets smaller and smaller. My vision blurs a bit at the height before I calm down. Floating in the air is weird; it's not like I'm one with the air. I'm just straight up making gravity my bitch.

"Focus, Max focus!" I slap both my cheeks as a mini shockwave rains out from the smacks much to my shock.

Slowly I begin awkwardly moving myself forward as I begin moving forward at speeds 100% faster than sound. I can no longer hear anything. Just feeling weightlessness and the wind rushing against my face.

'Dang, this body is tough as heck... Shouldn't all this g-force have crushed me by now?' I remember something about why humans can't fly unassisted safely due to things like this.

'also, I'm moving faster than the speed of sound despite the fact that I'm barely giving it 20%,' it's like speed walking but with flight. I'm moving so fast that I can go faster.

Willing my top speed to about 50% effort as a sonic boom rains out and I soar so fast I'm above the ocean in an instant. I grimace at the speed as I arrive above America, how do I know it's America? Because one, no other country smells like this. And two, no other city looks identical to New York.

Floating down as I float in front of a reflective building Finally getting to see what I look like as my eyes widen.

Standing in front of me is a tan-skinned purple-haired teen with bangs falling down the sides of my face, a resting bitch face gracing my handsome features. As I begin internally panicking.

"Am I fucking Trunks!?" I whisper yell to myself in fanatical fear.