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This is An Alternate-Universe Crossover, between Final Fantasy VII and
Dragon Ball Z. The Time Frame is just after the Cell Saga and Trunks
is on his way back home. And Sephiroth has just gone crazy in
Nibelhiem.

To Tempt Fate

Chapter 1.

"Well this is it, it's time for me to go," Trunks said to the gathered
crowd as he prepped his time machine for take of. "I still have to
take care of the Androids in my time line."

  "Yeah, but with what you've learned here, it shouldn't be a problem.
Right?" Bulma asked her grown up son, sounding a little worried.
Imagine, her son, the last warrior of the world.

  "It'll be a piece of cake!" Trunks exclaimed with a thumbs up. He
looked at the group assembled before him. Gohan, Kurrilin, Yamcha, his
mom and grandparents. A smirk appeared on his face when he saw his
younger self. He would miss them all. They were great friends. For a
while, they were the family he had always wanted but never had.

  His gaze finally fell upon the figure standing next to a tree. The
only one apart from the group. Vegitta. His father. Even after the
year they spent together in the Room of Spirit and Time, Vegitta was
still a mystery to him.

  Perhaps that's how it was meant to be. At least now he knew that
underneath the arrogance and superiority, Vegitta cared for him and
his mom. After all, Vegitta did get mad when he died.

  Vegitta stared at his son with dispassionate eyes. "Hmmp. Don't
expect a hug from me just because you're my son."

  "I wouldn't dream of one," Trunks smirked. "good bye, father," he
turned one last time to his friends and waved good bye before entering
his time machine. The craft hovered briefly in the air before
vanishing.

  Looking up at the sky, Vegitta's lips curled into a smile. "Good
bye, son."

Trunks leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes. He was tired and
now was as good a time as any to take a nap. He was confident that the
computer would stay on course while the ship moved through the
pathways of time. Besides, time travel always made him sleepy.

  With a huge yawn, Trunks drifted into a dreamless sleep, missing the
flashing red light on his console. The time machine encountered some
type of warp in the pathways of time. The computer made a decision and
steered 20 degrees to the left of the anomaly, changing its course and
destination.

----

"How does it feel?" Sephiroth asked a young recruit.

  "Hun?" said Cloud as he watched a girl with long brunette hair run
off in tears. <Tifa.> He shook his head and looked at the piercing
green eyes of his commanding officer. "How does what feel, sir?"

  "It's your first time back to your hometown in a long time, right?"
asked Sephiroth. "So how does it feel?" Cloud was about to reply, but
Sephiroth continued on. "I wouldn't know because I don't have a home
town."

  "But what about your parents, sir?"

  "My mother was Jenova, she died right after giving birth to me. My
father," here, Sephiroth began to shake with a cold  and hollow
sounding laughter that sent a chill down Cloud's spine. "What does it
matter," he turned to a spiky black haired SOLDIER. "Let's go."

  They walked through the town in silence, no one bothered them, and
the people stayed inside their houses with their doors locked and
peeking through the cracks of closed windows. They came to a stop at
the front of an Inn and Sephiroth turned to face his subordinates.
"Zack and I will get our rooms," He looked at Cloud and one other
recruit, "there's no reason for both of you to be on guard. Cloud, you
go ahead and visit your family." with that, he turned and entered the
building, immediately followed by Zack.

  Cloud spent the rest of the day re-familiarizing himself with
Nibelhiem. He didn't know how to feel.  When he had seen Tifa sitting
there, he wanted to go over and talk to her, but he just couldn't. Too
much time had passed, and he was ashamed that he never made it in
SOLDIER like he had promised her.

  Nibelhiem no longer felt like home to him. Perhaps it never really
was. He breathed a heavy sigh and got up from his bed.  His mother was
in the kitchen, humming an old lullaby that he vaguely remembered from
his childhood.

  "My how you've grown," She said. "I bet the girls just can't keep
their hands off you."

  "No, not really, mom," Cloud stated dryly.

  "Oh? I'm surprised. Anyway I think you need to get yourself a
girlfriend.  Someone older," She studied his expression of distaste
and broke into a smile. "Yes, I that's what you need, a nice
girlfriend to take care of you."

----

The next day, Sephiroth and his men, being led by a perky brunette
named Tifa, set off for the Reactor at the top of Mt. Nibel. The
journey was not an easy one, but by high noon, they finally reached
their destination. Sephiroth and Zack entered alone despite Tifa's
protestations to the young recruit guarding her.

  "What is that--that thing?" Zack asked with a hint of fear in his
voice. He quickly withdrew his huge Buster sword and held the weapon
with shaking hands.

  Sephiroth studied the dying creature, and his once emotionless eyes
sparkled with fire. "NO!! Was this how I was created? Hojo, you
bastard!!" Sephiroth screamed as he drew Masamune, the blade made an
eerie sound as it cut through the air and slammed against one of the
Mako tanks.

  Zack jumped backwards, off the platform that Sephiroth was on, just
in time to avoid being hit by one of Sephiroth's wild swings. "What
are you talking about? What's wrong with you?"

  Sephiroth ignored Zack, lost in his own world. A world that was
slowly crumbling around him. <A monster!> he thought fiercely. <Hojo
has turned me into a monster!> His arms were growing tired, and his
swings slowed to stop as all his energy seemed to leave him. <I must
know more.> Without a word or glance at Zack, he left the reactor.
Zack could do nothing but follow, confused and worried about his
commander.

----

The night was cool and refreshing. Cloud took in long deep breaths as
he stood outside Tifa's window. He didn't really know what he was
doing there, but he was leaving tomorrow. He had to see her a least
once more, if nothing else than to say sorry for disappointing her.
For not being strong enough to be in SOLDIER. For not being able to be
her hero.

  A large explosion to the north, startled him, and his eyes widened
in horror when he saw the well at the center of town being engulfed in
flames. Instincts and hard training caused Cloud to react faster than
he realized. Before he knew it, he was running towards the center of
town. Only to be caught in a blast of black smoke, which sent him
hurling backwards. He landed flat on his back, the wind in his lungs
knocked forcefully out. Which left him teetering on the verge of
unconsciousness. He looked up at the sky, and if he weren't so close
to passing out, he would have sworn he saw something metallic appear
out of thin air.

----

Trunks was rudely awakened by loud sirens and flashing lights. It only
took him a second to realize that something had gone wrong, and he
wasn't where he was supposed to be. He could feel a powerful and
malevolent presence at the edge of his senses but couldn't pin point
its location.

  He looked outside the canopy, and he was greeted by the sight of a
town engulfed with flames. He hurriedly landed his Time Machine and
rushed out, not even bothering to turn it into a capsule.

  The smell of burning flesh was thick and to his acute Saiyajin nose,
the smell made him want to vomit.  He saw a blue image to the north,
moving swiftly towards the mountains. Not knowing what else to do,
Trunks hurriedly followed.

  The malevolent presence he felt before seemed to grow stronger.
It's palpable aura almost suffocating him. He finally reached a large
structure that looked vaguely like a power plant.  The whole place
wreaked of power and Trunks shivered slightly. He powered up to SSJ,
before entering the building. His lank purple hair spiked up and
turned golden. His body grew leaner and his eyes shifted from a deep
blue to a crystal green.

  Ignoring his feeling of doom, Trunks entered the structure. Inside,
he saw a man with spiky black hair who appeared to be dead, hunched
over a container of some sort; blood dripping from his temples.

  A soft moan caught his attention, and he moved to help a barely
conscious girl.  He knelt to his knees and gently lifted her head to
his lap.  Her eyes opened and locked onto his.  With a weak voice, she
whispered, "Cloud," before passing out.

  He heard a cry of pain from the room above, and laying the girl's
head back down, Trunks stood to his feet as the door slid open and out
walked what appeared to be his twin.

  Their eyes locked onto each other. Soft sky-blue eyes vs. the
piercing green eyes that Trunks possessed in his SSJ form. Before
either one of them realized what had happened, a huge blade pierched
through the young man's chest and laughter could be heard from inside
the upstairs room.

  The blade was withdrawn slowly, and the youth's body tumbled
unceremoniously down the steps. Landing in a pool of his blood. Trunks
looked at the new figure, and he was almost completely overwhelmed
with trepidation.  Whoever this person was, he was the source of the
growing power that Trunks had been sensing since his arrival.

  The figure stood tall, almost a full foot taller than Trunks
himself, his long silver hair almost reached down to his heels, and
his eyes sparkled with the promise of future pain for whoever was in
his way.  He walked down the stairs, making each step slow and
deliberate, completely ignoring all those around him.

  Trunks could do nothing but watch, spell-bound by the raw power that
was barely being contained. After what seemed like an eternity, the
figure stepped out the door, and what ever spell he was in seemed to
lift.

  "Kill, Sep...Sephiroth," said Trunk's physical twin, who
surprisingly, was still alive. Drawing his sword from its scabbard,
Trunks nodded his head and ran after the fleeing figure.

  He caught up with Sephiroth on the bridge, over the Reactors core.
The heat from the furnace biting uncomfortably on Trunks skin. "Stop!"
Trunks yelled in the most commanding voice he could muster.

  Sephiroth stopped in mid-step and without looking back, he said. "Do
not interfere stranger, and I promise not to kill you until a later
date."

  Trunks gave a snort in reply and with a loud kia he lunged towards
Sephiroth with his sword, hoping to skewer this abomination.  With
lightning speed to rival even a Saiyajin, Sephiroth parried Trunks
sword with Masamune and quickly brought his sword up again for a slash
across Trunks chest.

  Their swords clashed against each other at speeds unfathomable by
normal humans, but Sephiroth was already wounded. His severe loss of
blood was hindering his movements.  He missed a thrust to his stomach
and Trunks' blade pierced through his stomach and out his back.

  "This can't be!" Sephiroth exclaimed as he began to cough up blood.

  Trunks lifted Sephiroth into the air with his sword and with all his
might, threw the silver haired warrior over the bridge and into the
swirling mako energy below.

  There was a loud explosion, and the world became an intense white
light before turning into darkness as the sweet oblivion of
unconsciousness welcomed him.

End of Chapter 1.

Well, there's chapter 1, please tell me what you think. C&C is always
appreciated.

Thanks,

O. Pedrajas