46Chapter number 3. About the whole Trunks power level question, I'm still considering my options and I might just make Trunks a bit weaker than what he was when Gohan died. By that I mean he might be around the same strength of Frieza's second form. I'm still thinking about it but I'm kind of settling on that decision.
Also, to answer a question that was in the review. Trunk's right now is 14 years old. He was casted away by his mother as soon as Gohan died which is supposed to be at the Age 780 when Trunks was born 764. When he helped his mom with the Time Machine it took them three years to finally complete the machine. So he was 17 when he first traveled back in time.
Finally, for Mirajane's personality. She was shy and conservative when she first joined the guild. She developed her "demonic" personality somewhere after she decided to stay with Fairy Tail.
Anyways, this will be the end of this note. Let's jump right into the chapter.
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It's been a couple of weeks since Trunks joined the guild. Trunks looked at the stamp on his left arm. Makarov has already explained to him a lot of what he needed to know in order to survive here. They use magic here and not Ki. He needs to go on jobs in order get money and some other basics that he kept in his mind.
His mind wandered off to when he returned to the guild after stopping Mirajane.
Flashback
Trunks and the Strauss siblings walked through the guild's entrance and were met with a few questioning looks. Trunks knew that these looks were aimed at him since last time he checked, he was supposed to be resting upstairs.
"Trunks," Trunks looked down at Lisanna as she smiled at him. "Since you're joining the guild, you should probably ask Master Makarov to give you your stamp."
"You should go to Mirajane, you haven't gotten you stamp yet." Elfman added. Trunks turned to Mirajane with a curious look as Mirajane shrugged.
"I guess so." Mirajane muttered. She looked turned to her siblings. "You guys can go and play now. Trunks and I will go find master."
Lisanna and Elfman looked at each other and nodded. "Ok, Mirajane." They then turned around and ran towards the small group that Trunks were introduced to earlier.
"Well, follow me." Mirajane's voice broke caught the attention of Trunks who turned to see her walking away.
"Mirajane, can I ask you something?" Trunks said as he caught up to her. Mirajane nodded. "Ask away."
"Why didn't you get your stamp before?" He asked. He already could guess the answer but he was just looking for an excuse to start a conversation. He was curious about what the oldest Strauss went through to get her arm cursed.
"Can't you already tell?" She said. "I was just looking for a safe place for Elfman and Lisanna away from me. I never intended on joining until now that is."
"I see." Trunks muttered.
"What about you? Why didn't you join earlier" She asked back.
"Well, it's a long story but for now we'll keep it at I wasn't offered to join. How does that sound?" Trunks asked
"Oh please, don't give me any of that "I wasn't offered excuse". Master Makarov must have offered you to join if he brought you here."
"I see you've made new friends." Makarov voice sounded from behind them before Trunks could reply to Mirajane. The duo turned around to see that older man standing with a smile on his face. "You two really did need a friend."
"Isn't it a bit too soon for us to consider the other a friend?" Trunks asked as Mirajane nodded in agreement.
"Hey, we all have to start somewhere. Am I right?" Makarov answered with a smile. "Anyways, are you two looking for me?" He asked.
Trunks's eyebrows rose curiously, "How did you know?" He asked.
"Well, it was just a lucky guess considering you two are standing right in front of my office." Makarov said as he walked past the two.
"Oh..."Makarov heard Trunks mutter as he opened the door and walked in. "Please, follow me. We can discuss whatever you came for inside." He said loudly for the two outside to hear.
Wasting no time, Mirajane and Trunks walked inside the office as Trunks took his time to look at his surroundings. The room wasn't special at all. With only the huge piles of paper, standing out on what Trunks assumed was where he worked.
"So what brings you here?" Makarov asked as he began to organize the huge stack of papers that were in front of him.
"I was told that you'll help us get our stamps?" Trunks said as he watched Makarov smile at the both of him.
"So you've decided to join the guild." Makarov said eyeing the both of them. Trunks nodded as Mirajane remained silent.
Makarov's smile widened as he fetched his stamp from the table. "Well since we're settled, where would you like me to place the stamp and what color would you prefer it to be?"
"I still haven't considered it…" Trunks muttered. The duo remained silent contemplating where they would place their stamps.
"If it's okay, I'd like it to be on my left thigh and I would prefer the white color." Mirajane said as she pushed the cape she was wearing to the side revealing her leg.
"Of course." Makarov said as he walked towards with the stamp in hand. "Is there any particular reason you decided to place it there?" He asked as he stamped her leg.
"No reason at all, I just think it'll fit there the best." She replied. Makarov moved away from her. "There." He said as he looked at the new stamp. Mirajane looked downwards as she examined her new stamp. She smiled, bowing in front of the master.
"I may have not said this yet but thank you for taking me and my siblings in." She said trying to hold back the tears.
Makarov waved his hand. "Nonsense, I did what I had to do. Now stand straight, we're not done yet."
Mirajane did as the master said and nodded. With a smile, Makarov turned to their newest member. "Now Trunks, it's your turn. Did you decide where you'd like the stamp to be?"
"Actually I did." Trunks said. "I'd like it to be on my left arm. Black if possible." He said as she rolled his sleeves pointing to where he the stamp is going to be.
"Ah, Black and White. The complete opposite." Makarov said as he hoped on top of his desk to get to Trunks's height. With a new stamp in hand, he firmly placed it on his arm. A few seconds later, he pulled the stamp away revealing his brand new stamp.
"There you go, any reason why you wanted to be there?" He asked once again.
Trunks eyes were glued to the stamp. "Actually, you can say it is a tribute to my master and only friend." Makarov nodded and decided not press further into the topic knowing how sensitive this topic could be to their latest addition.
Unfortunately, Mirajane didn't get the memo. "Where is he right now?" She asked.
"He's…" Trunks began before going silent. "…Dead."
Mirajane could feel the sadness in his voice. Regret washed over her as she walked up to him. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
"It's okay. You didn't know and who knows maybe one day I'll be able to tell you more." Trunks said with a sad smile. "I mean isn't that what friends are for?"
Mirajane nodded in response. Trunks thought she still looked disappointed in herself but he decided to let her think it out alone.
With a fake cough, Makarov grabbed the attention of the two teens in front of them. "Now that we're done, you should go rest." The duo nodded and turned around to leave.
"Oh and this time," Makarov said as they reached the door. "No running away. Deal?" He said with a smile.
Trunks shucked as he nodded his head in agreement. Mirajane did the same with a small smile. "We'll try." She said
With that, the duo left leaving closing the door behind them.
End of Flashback
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Ever since then, Mirajane has avoided him. Her attitude completely changed were now she was a bit more "short tempered" and gothic, He never bothered to ask why she changed or why was she avoiding. Not because he didn't care but since he's social skills were as weak as he was compared to the androids.
The androids. His mind wandered back to his home. It's been a few weeks now and he hasn't made progress at all trying to get back home. Was he really stuck here forever? He thought as he looked at the children playing around in the guild.
No, I'll find a way back home. There has to be a way. Trunks thought as he continued staring at nothing in particular.
"Hey, Trunks." The young saiyan turned around to meet he familiar face of Erza.
"Oh, hey Erza." He said. "How are you?"
"I'm doing well. Master has asked me to inform you that he'll start conducting training sessions for the new members." She jumped right into the subject. "He asked me to go around asking you and Mirajane if you'd like to join."
Trunks eyebrows rose curiously, "Who's going to training?" He asked.
"Well before it was just me and Cana since we were the oldest. The rest are too young to help train the combat wise. So they're just working on developing their magic to the point where they could use it in real fights." She explained.
"I see so that leaves me, you, Mirajane and Cana." Trunks thought out loud as Erza nodded in response.
"So will you join?" Erza asked. Trunks remained silent contemplating on what he'd do.
I haven't trained in a while so that could be a warm up session. Besides, learning about their magic sounds interesting. Trunks thought as he looked back at the waiting red head.
"I guess so, so when are we going to meet?" He asked.
"Should be in a few hours, that'll give us enough time to get new cloth." Erza said.
"What new cloth?" Trunks asked a bit surprised.
"Master also asked me to show you around and help you get new cloth." Erza explained. "Something about your choice of clothing making you stand out or something like that."
"But I like my cloths." Trunks said in his defense.
"I know you do but seeing you in that plain outfit is weird. Besides master is right, these clothes do make you stand out." Erza countered.
Erza was right. Inside the capsule that his mother gave him was a small wardrobe that would contain several more copies of the same outfit. That's basically all he had in terms of cloth. So getting some different clothing would be great. Only one problem remained.
"But I don't have money." He said regretting not taking up any jobs since joining the guild.
"Oh, don't worry about that." Erza said as she pulled a small bag that contains what Trunks believed was jewels. "That should be enough to cover whatever you'd like to buy." She said with a smile.
"No, I can't let you pay for my stuff." He said shaking his head sideways.
"Relax, these aren't from me. These is from Master Makarov. He guessed that you'll refuse so he's asking you to replay him as soon as you get to do some of the guild's jobs." Erza explained while throwing the bag of jewels to Trunks who caught them with no trouble.
Trunks looked at the bag in his hand, Erza felt the hesitation, "Come on, it'll be fun. Besides, I don't think you've had a proper tour around the city so allow me to do that."
Trunks sighed as his eyes looked upwards at the red headed girl. "Fine, I'll join."
"Great!" Erza exclaimed as she grabbed Trunks by his hand pushing him off the chair. "Let's go, we don't have much time left."
"Wait. Don't you have to ask Mirajane first?" Trunks asked as he pushed Erza back forcing her to stop dragging him.
"I asked Cana to do it. Mirajane and I aren't exactly on the friendliest of terms right now." Erza explained as Trunks nodded in acknowledgement of Mirajane's new "personality".
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Erza said as she grabbed his hand once agin. "Let's go."
End of Chapter.
That's the end of the chapter, kind of short but I've been busy with some university stuff and with the finals coming up once in a week. I won't be able to update for a while. It shouldn't be more than 2 weeks though.