FicWad

I do not own Dragonball Z or Young justice you would know if I did.

Also thanks to Mackie V for beta reading and editing my story.

Prologue:

The Death of Trunks

It had been a few months since Trunks returned to the future and killed the androids. He was about to return to the past for one last visit when Cell suddenly appeared, returned to his first form. Fearing for his mother's safety, Trunks yelled at her to get away as quickly as possible. With his rapid reflexes, Trunks attacked Cell with a kick to the chest that sent him soaring across the broken landscape. Cell immediately regained his composure and charged towards Trunks ready to retaliate. Cell brandished his tail, using it as a weapon, and stabbed the razor sharp appendage into Trunks' shoulder. In one swift movement, he flung the lavender-haired boy into the air and sent him flying into the nearest building. Trunks gritted his teeth as he peeled himself out of the rubble. He had to end this and soon. He placed his hands against one another then focused his energy at the monster. One blinding blast shot forth and decimated the upper part of Cell's. While Cell was temporarily incapacitated trying to regenerate the destroyed area, Trunks grabbed the green beast's partially repaired shoulder and took to the sky leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Cell was proving to be more difficult than he had first assumed, so Trunks had to get him away from the city and innocent civilians. Relying purely on instinct, Trunks found himself landing in the same place where he was trained by Gohan as a child. As he examined the empty field, memories flooded his mind.

FLASHBACK

Gohan looked at the young boy with a stern face, setting his jaw in a hard line. "All right Trunks you wanted to be trained, well your training starts now."

"What do you mean?" Trunks asked.

"Well, I mean this..." Gohan trailed off leaving his young student confused and effectively open to his oncoming attack.

Showing no mercy, Gohan punched Trunks in the stomach with his one working arm. Trunks fell to the ground gasping and vomiting what little breakfast he had eaten that morning.

Without an ounce of kindness, Gohan looked down on the boy. "Get up Trunks. The androids won't give you time to recover and neither will I."

When Trunks failed to find the power to force his body into motion, Gohan gripped him by the neck of his shirt and hurled him off the cliff into the icy waters of the ocean below. The rush of cold shocked Trunks' senses awake causing him to scream for help. Trunks was in such a panic he told Gohan he could not swim.

Gohan peer over the edge, his eyes of stone remained set in his stoic face. "When you decide to quit whining and climb back up your training will continue."

Gohan walked away thinking that if he could not survive this he would not last a second against the androids. It was better to find out now than risk the chance of Trunks challenging a foe that he had zero probability of defeating. Shaking his head, trying to rid himself of his negative thought he made his way to a nearby tree where he sat patiently, waiting. He wanted so desperately for his young student to prove him wrong.

END OF FLASHBACK

Startled back to reality by Cell's steadily rising ki, Trunks had to quickly decide his next plan of action.

"Dammit! I wasted too much time reminiscing." He cursed at himself for his lack of focus in such a crucial situation.

Without further thought, Trunks ripped his jacket to create a makeshift binding for his wounded shoulder. Centering his energy deep within the depth of his body he powered up to Super Saiyan. The air around him crackled with electricity and the aura surrounding his body sparked, flickering brightly with the new surge of power. Trunks' pride refused to let him attack the monster while he was still incapacitated. He was going to defeat Cell and enjoy every second of the upcoming battle. So he waited.

Within the minute Cell took a fighting stance, he glared down his nose at the foolish boy that had dared defy him. Trunks mimicked his foe crouching down into a fighting stance himself. The brave warrior faced the demented beast, both determined. Without warning both combatants began to gather their energy. Both auras expanded with rapid speed. The air became thick with tension as each waited for the other to make the first move. In a blazing flash of blinding light their energy reached its apex, collapsing and exploding onto the landscape causing it to tear itself apart.

Cell moved first. He dashed towards Trunks throwing a punch aimed at his lavender head. Trunks responded, he gracefully dodged the hit then turned to firmly plant his elbow into Cell's gut. While remaining in his crouched position, Trunks landed a sweeping kick that knocked Cell down. Trunks, relentless on the offensive, raised his body above the fallen monster in an attempt to smash his face to a pulp with his foot. Unfortunately, Cell recovered. The menacing monster blocked the impending blow and caught Trunks off guard. Those few seconds of faltering were all he needed. Cell's tail whipped forward like a snake going in for the kill. The appendage pierced Trunks, going completely through his stomach. The pain was unbearable; he could feel the beast ripping apart the delicate tissue inside. Screaming in anguish, Trunks managed to muster the strength to tear Cell's tail right off. In the proceeding moments he removed the foreign appendage that was protruding from his body and readied himself to deliver the final blows. Devoid of any emotion other than determined motivation, Trunks released a flurry of furious punches and kicks in every direction. The few attacks that Cell attempted to land were easily weaved around. With one last powerful kick, Trunks sent Cell flying into a tree. Cell forced himself back to his feet; his face was a visage of pure rage.

Cell charged towards Trunks. "I refuse to be defeated by the likes of you! I will destroy you and this pitiful planet," he roared.

Trunks could not risk wasting any opportunities to strike; he disappeared then reappeared directly behind Cell and sent him soaring upward to the heavens with a blow to the beast's back. Caught up in the heat of battle Trunks failed to notice the regenerated tail. Again the appendage struck him puncturing the defenseless, tender flesh of his wrist. Cell had accepted his impending doom, but would not do so without granting a twisted end to his enemy. With one flick of his tail, Cell released a cell from his body which was now floating aimlessly within Trunks' veins. Cell's form seemed to gain momentum and travel further upwards. Trunks slowly and painfully lifted his hands in the direction of the foul creature. He closed his eyes praying to Kami that he had enough strength to finish the job. Suddenly Gohan's face appeared in his mind and in that instant he release all of the energy contained within his body. The blast could be seen for miles. The unaware civilians of the world had to shield their eyes from the brightness; they could not even begin to fathom the cause of this strange occurrence. The blow was enough. As soon as it had reached Cell, Trunks watched as the green body of the cursed monster disintegrated into the atmosphere returning him to the oblivion from whence he had come. Trunks carefully and slowly examined his surroundings making sure not one cell remained. However, unknown to the victorious warrior, one cell had been missed. The one taking over his body. Finally relieved that the battle was over, Trunks collapsed to the ground yearning for air. However, the battle was far from finished.

THREE MONTHS LATER

"Aaaaaaaaargh," the strained screams escaped from Trunks' throat as he coughed up blood.

Bulma ran to her son's side, no longer able to hide the fear spreading across her features. In her frenzied hysteria she yelled at him, "Dammit you don't have to do this! We have time, I can find a cure."

Trunks looked up at his worried mother, a soft sad smiled formed on his lips. "Sorry mom," he sharply inhaled a breath and coughed, "I want to believe you," he continued, the coughing becoming worse, "but we don't have time."

In his weakened state he reached his arms behind his mother pulling her close into his embrace then hit the base of her head causing her to lose consciousness. It was better this way. It would be easier for the both of them. He gently placed her limp form onto the bed he was previously resting upon.

Trunks softly kissed Bulma's forehead and whispered, "Goodbye, I love you." Refusing to turn back he shakily flew off into the distance.

Again he found himself in the middle of that familiar field. It amazed him how many memories were stored within its landscape. The place where Gohan taught him to become the man he was, the place where he defeated Cell. He took a deep breath steeling his mind for what he was about to do. Reaching deep within him and the land surrounding him, Trunks gathered energy to transform into his ultimate Super Saiyan form. Focusing all of the gathered energy into the palm of his hand he raised in to the sky in one last act of defiance. The timing had to be perfect, it had to be guaranteed that nothing would remain. Releasing the explosive power, he raced the blast upward throwing his body into the beam of light. He closed his eyes, at peace with his decision as the light engulfed him. Before everything fade into darkness he thought how beautiful the glow. It reminded him of warm summer days with Gohan.

The powerful attack tore through his flesh and disintegrated bone save for a single drop of blood that escaped without his knowledge. However, this drop of blood that escaped was a drop of pure, uninfected Sayian blood. Blood purer than his fathers. Blood as pure, if not more so than that of Broly. That drop of blood would ultimately lead to the rebirth of the Saiyan race. Trunks' legacy would survive. That single drop of crimson liquid would give birth to the Krypyonian Saiyan Hybrid.