Synopsis:
The Impossible: Inspired by the film, the Earth suffers a series of devastating natural disasters, altering the Earth's gravitational pull and magnetic field. This leaves the Z-fighters powerless.
That's right, no flying, no energy attacks, no instant transmission and no ki sensing. They have all been separated and must find a way back to each other, ALIVE, before figuring out how to reverse the damages to their mother Earth.
Can an unlikely Heroine rise up and save our genius Bulma, the Earth's best chance of restoration? Or is this something only the dragon balls will fix? Official pairings plus GV, TM and UB.
Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT, unfortunately.
Where this story takes place: 5 years after the end of DBZ. Approx. ages of characters are; Goten 22, Trunks 23, Marron 19, Bulla and Uub 15, Pan 10, Gohan/Videl 33, Goku, Vegeta, Bulma and Chi-Chi all in their late 40s/early 50s. GT didn't happen.
The Impossible
Chapter One – A Brief moment of Son
It was a beautiful sun-shining day that filled the Z fighters with great promise in these peaceful times. The Son and Briefs families as well as the other members and friends of the Z fighter gang had gathered at another party planned by the illustrious Bulma Briefs.
It wasn't your regular birthday, Valentine's Day, Halloween, Easter or Boxing day that everyone had been gathered for. It wasn't even a celebration of the defeat of an earth threatening villain that was the cause for partying this afternoon at Capsule Corporation.
No, today was a gathering to celebrate the birth of the newest demi-Saiyan, Goku's first grandson and Gohan and Videl's second child.
Hale Son, almost a complete replica of a baby Gohan was being held tenderly by his mother for just one more moment before he would be passed around a crowd of cooing relatives and friends desperate to get their hands on the newest and cutest member of the Saiyan blood relatives.
Even though the child was now 2 months old and Chi-Chi and Hercule had already had many opportunities to hold the little monkey tailed boy, they couldn't help but be the first to surround Videl waiting for their turn.
"Oh, he is just so precious," Chi-Chi sighed as she cuddled him in close.
Gohan, who had his arms tenderly placed around Videl's waist, was feeling proud as his friends and family complimented him on the newest member of his little family.
Little Hale was somewhat of a surprise to the couple who had originally been satisfied with just their young Pan and their comfortable life of three. The new addition however, seemed only to bring more joy into their lives, which they were both thankful for.
Chi-Chi was one of the more ecstatic of the Son family members, followed by her beloved husband Goku who relished the idea of another Super Saiyan to train. This thought process was soon shot down by Chi-Chi's disapproval, deciding another genius in the family was the only option.
Goten however, Goku and Chi-Chi's youngest child who had recently turned 22 was completely freaked out when Videl had announced her second pregnancy. Mainly because he was forced to look at his own life with a critical eye. He was already his big brothers age when he found out he would become a father for the first time. Goten wasn't married, nor was he anything close to being married a fact his mother felt necessary to pester him about often.
Goten never really kept a girlfriend longer than a few dates, truth be told he wasn't really all that fussed about it. He defined a girl he would want to be with as someone he could picture himself sharing the secrets of his hybrid race with and her completely being on board with it. Unsurprisingly that wasn't a large demographic of eligible females.
When little Hale was born however, Goten really fell in love with the adorable kid. He saw his big brother turned miniature in the little monster and had volunteered baby-sitting duties as often as he could. He was also particularly enjoying Pan's little jealousy outbreaks which were quite entertaining for him. His little niece being demoted from the pedestal of cutest Saiyan.
Goten and Pan arrived at the party slightly behind the rest, due to an emergency training session Pan held in order to let out all of her frustration before she would have to watch her new brother become the centre of attention.
"You're still my favourite niece Panny," Goten chuckled to the 10 year old.
"I'm your only niece," she narrowed her eyes, and laughed.
After landing on the grounds of Capsule corp, the two relatives split ways, Pan went to find her good friend Uub and Goten searched for the familiar face of his lavender haired best buddy.
As much as he was copping the whole 'when are you going to get married and give me more grandbabies?' spiel from Chi-Chi, he felt consolidation that Trunks was most certainly getting it worse from Bulma. Especially since she had no grandchildren of her own to spoil as of yet and had to sit through her best friend live it up with two.
He chuckled as he found his way over to his best friend since birth in a section of the party space that was out of sight from Bulma's suggestive looks and the strange array of sexy female co-workers she had obviously invited in a disturbing attempt to encourage him.
"That baby is already causing trouble and it's a sixth of a year old," Trunks mumbled to Goten who knew exactly what he was feeling, the kid was driving the women baby crazy.
Even big, bad and serious Piccolo looked as if he had softened to the mini Gohan when he was forced to hold him for a photo.
"Is that a smile?" Goten asked in disbelief as the corners of the Namek's lips curled slightly.
"God, next thing we know my dad will start to get clucky," Trunks chuckled.
Marron, the third member of the trio hurried over to the boys little corner as soon as the baby was being handed to her parents, "Oh god the embarrassment."
Goten and Trunks looked back over to Krillin obsessing over the little baby, like an elderly woman, making sure to get in at least 50 photos. They both laughed at her.
"Your dad seems like a really great mom," Goten laughed.
"Shut up," she scowled at him. She loved her dad, but let's face it, the man was really embarrassing. He thought back to the times Marron had both Goten and Trunks over when they were younger teenagers and Krillin would continuously check up on them making sure there was no funny business going on. Just to stir him up the boys acted as if there was. Marron shuddered at the memory of her father trying to intimidate the teens who were taller, stronger and faster than he.
"Hey Marron, do me a favour and get knocked up. It'll really take the pressure off me for a few months," Trunks joked.
"How about no!" Marron held her hands up and swished her long blonde locks out of her face.
"How's your business going Mar?" Goten asked trying to steer some conversation away from the baby, after all it was all he was hearing about at home. He had thought a lot about moving out, but in all honestly, nothing good beat Chi-Chi's home cooking. And having Gohan and Pan live nearby, it was all he could really ask for.
"Not very well, I haven't found anyone who wants to publish my book. Little Hale may be the only kid who will ever get to read it," she sighed.
Marron was a talented artist who specialised in portraiture. She discovered her keen talent when she was around 15 years old and used to watch her mother sit completely still like a statue for hours on end.
She would try to paint her beautiful face, which wasn't too difficult as her skin tone was very even and her facial features perfect. It seemed so easy for her to capture on paper. With practice and then eventually a short TAFE course in fine arts, Marron had filled a nice studio with interesting paintings. They were excellent and she was not too modest to admit it, but they were difficult to sell, especially as an amateur artist.
After realising she needed to earn money another way she decided to get creative, that was her passion after all, and started illustrating and writing a children's book. The idea came to her when Videl had announced her pregnancy and Marron began thinking hard about a gift she could give. After writing her book, Marron had sought out something like 16 different publishing companies, but unfortunately none were interested.
Baby Hale would be the first, and possibly only, child to read her little picture book, but she hoped that she would eventually catch her break.
"Marron, just let me recommend you to Panda Publishing. One call from me and you'll have a book series contract," CEO of Capsule Corporation, Trunks Briefs suggested.
"Thanks Trunks, but some people like to know that their work is actually good. I don't want to make it just because I know some rich guy."
"Some rich guy huh?" he raised his eyebrow at her choice of words.
"Yep," she smiled at him mockingly. She was grateful he had offered to do that for her but she was a little more proud than she let on. She didn't like receiving handouts.
"How's work for you anyway?" she asked Trunks.
"I'm swamped, I think I'm reaching breakdown point, and somehow Father thinks I have enough time to train and Mother thinks I have enough time to date. Honestly I'd just really like to sleep for like a week straight right about now," he sighed.
Trunks was dedicated to the company, he wanted to see its success and in his years being its CEO he had made some major successful business mergers and changes.
He simply hated the idea of losing himself on the one aspect of his life. As much as he complained about it, he did actually want to train, at least a little. He couldn't remember the last time he transformed into a super Saiyan, or fought seriously with someone. And he would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in dating. But the idea of finding someone who wasn't simply interested in his money, and could accept him for being, well a freak, seemed very daunting.
"Well it's nice you make time to see us buddy," Goten said, really appreciative he had managed to keep in contact with Trunks and Marron all these years. It was nice to be around people who accepted you for whatever weird, alien hybrid you really were. His two best friends were some of the only people he felt comfortable around.
"Yeah well if I get too weak I'll blame you guys," Trunks said.
Pan would probably surpass Trunks in strength if he wasn't careful. The little tyke was one of Goku's minions along with Uub training under him on a daily basis.
It had been decided that Uub was certainly the right guy to take the reigns as protector of the Earth after Goku and Vegeta were to pass away. Whilst the rest of the demi Saiyans were comfortable with this decision they were reminded not to use it as a ticket to slacken off.
Gohan, Goten and Trunks were vital members of the Z fighter team, and whilst they all seemed to get far more acquainted with their human lives in these times of peace, they were constantly reminded they must mentally prepare for a threat that may arise at any time.
"And, I couldn't get rid of you guys if I tried," Trunks laughed and scruffed some of Goten's hair even though the younger half-blood was a few inches taller than he, "Anyway, how's the brigade going Goten?"
Chi-Chi had not been successful in enticing her youngest son into the academic world, he scraped by in school and by the end of it had not received any college offers. He wasn't surprised, nor was he disappointed, he had his father's brain after all.
After his mother cried for several months over the idea that her son would become a lousy karate bum with no career prospect or dignity in the social world, Goten ironically had a genius idea. It came to him as he was walking home from West City after visiting the Briefs' mansion.
He noticed a domestic home on fire. Without thinking he had rushed in to save a family of 6 from the burning ruins before the fire truck could even arrive. The fire chief had offered him a job then and there and Goten gladly took it.
Goten knew the profession would be seen as heroic and most certainly dignified in the social world, so his mother would be happy. And he could gladly rescue people who he would have saved regardless and be payed a nice wage for it. Plus he didn't have to do it in a ridiculous costume.
In the chaos of a fire, humans didn't really have time to register that Goten had superhuman powers, which made the job perfect for him. He even went as far as offering Vegeta, Goku and 18 spots on the team if they were interested, Goku being the only one who accepted a couple of shifts.
"It's great actually," he grinned, "I even got dad to come along with me on a few shifts, well, mom forced him I guess."
"I'll bet the ladies love you, fireman Goten," Marron winked and elbowed him.
Goten scratched the back of his head, "I guess you could say that," he laughed sheepishly.
"Bulla, do you want to hold the baby?" Bulma asked her daughter as she held out her camera. Yamcha looked as if he really needed to trade little Hale off due to a potential dirty diaper. But Bulla clearly wasn't interested.
"Not now Mom!" she growled and gestured to the cell phone she was holding to her ear. She went back to her personal conversation, being quite anti-social which the group was used to. She was her father's daughter, pertaining his attitudes about almost everything, but she also had her mother's looks, temper and intellect. Overall it made for a very impressive and dangerous combination.
The girl was fierce to say the least, not one you would want to upset or inconvenience in any way. To be honest Marron and Goten were a little frightened of her, which was the way she liked it.
"Hello," she nodded to the two of them as she came and joined the little group after hanging up on her caller.
"H-How's it going Bulla?" Goten stammered.
"I'm fine thank you." She turned to Marron, "You can't wear those shoes out here, they don't match at all, plus the grass will ruin them," she barked at her.
Marron just stared dumbfounded and looked down at her favourite pink sandal heels.
"I saw those atrocities from my bedroom window and brought you these, you're welcome," Bulla scoffed.
Marron accepted the flat Keds and put them on reluctantly, it was a lot easier just to accept Bulla's fashion advice no matter how condescending it may be. The woman had a way of always being right.
She was 15 years old and already involved in the editing process of a major fashion magazine. Granted it was one Capsule Corp bought the rights for just so she could get her way, but still, it was impressive for a girl who was still in high school.
Bulla was actually under the impression Marron was a good friend of hers and that she had just completed a rather friendly gesture. I guess her father's lack of social perception must have also been genetic. Trunks just face-palmed slightly and waited for Bulla to leave.
She did, when she caught sight of Pan, the only person who actually got along with Bulla and was not afraid to put her in her place. This somehow allowed the younger girls a strange rival-like friendship. Whilst Bulla was certain Pan would never be as rich or pretty as she was, the idea that Pan was a better Saiyan in terms of strength and fighting ability annoyed her.
Bulla was the rightful Saiyan princess, and she believed it should be her holding that glory. She had recently been taking extra training sessions from her father in hope to gain some extra progress on her younger friend. When she could fit it into her busy schedule, that is.
"I'm sorry about her," Trunks said to Marron who was still whining about her change in footwear.
"I'm sure she will grow out of it one day," Goten suggested.
"I'm not so sure, she's a little too spoilt for that," Trunks replied.
"You were spoilt but you turned out reasonably ok," Marron said.
He laughed at her snide remark, "But I was always having to work for Dad's attention and approval. He just gives it to her like it's nothing. She's had that man wrapped up in her perfectly manicured fingers since her birth. There's not really going to be anything she will ever need that she can't already get."
Marron didn't think that was true, Bulla would never find a guy worth dating if she was going to act like that. Sure she would probably marry someone rich, or impeccably handsome, but she doubted she would find someone who truly cared for the real her.
Trunks may be a target for gold diggers and superficial women, but he has heart. It's hard to believe anyone couldn't love him.
Pan politely dismissed herself from Uub's company and found her best friend Bulla.
"Hey B" she smiled largely.
"Yeah, yeah whatever," Bulla huffed.
"Come on, we better get pictures with my brother," Pan said as she grabbed the heiresses wrist and dragged her in the direction of the public nappy change. She may have been somewhat jealous of Hale stealing all the attention, but she was still excited to finally have a sibling.
"Careful! This watch is expensive!" Bulla complained.
"Oh Chi-Chi, he really is a beautiful baby boy, I'm so happy for you and your family," Bulma said as the two women finally got a chance to sit and relax.
"I feel like it was only yesterday that that was Gohan you know?" Chi-Chi sighed, thinking back to the good old days of raising her babies.
The mothers enjoyed the peace, with smiles grazing their beautiful faces. Whilst they were fast approaching the brunt of middle age, they still managed to keep an element of beauty about them. Perhaps it was due to being married to muscle clad aliens who hardly aged at all, nevertheless Chi-Chi and Bulma worked hard to keep themselves healthy, trim and beautiful.
Videl of course was looking radiant, enjoying her time off work to care for her new bub. She sat down next to the other members of the 'Married to a Saiyan' club, finally holding her baby to herself again.
"I just can't believe how much he looks like Gohan," Bulma commented. It seemed a pattern that the second born child would resemble a parent almost perfectly.
"Isn't he the cutest," Videl cooed holding baby Hale to her face to rub her nose against his. He giggled at her giddy face and stared wide-eyed at his mommy, thrusting his chubby short arms out towards her.
"I hear there's a gathering of my people here," 18 joked as she sat with the other wives of the Z fighters to marvel at the baby some more. 18 didn't particularly like to admit it, but she was a softy when it came to babies, perhaps not as bad as Krillin, but still. She sat down next to Bulma and smiled at the exchange between mother and son.
"You think Marron might want to have one with Trunks for me?" Bulma chuckled to her.
"I dunno, he would have to get passed her father," she said seriously, before laughing. Krillin was not the nimble fighter he had used to be, the regular aging process of a human catching up to him in his late 40s, his black hair beginning to turn a tint of grey. Strong as he was, he would have no hope in standing up to Trunks.
Bulma giggled as well, "Oh well, I guess it will happen for those three eventually," she commented looking out at the trio joking around.
Later on at the party, after Bulma bickered at him for not socialising enough, Vegeta found his way over to Goku, Gohan and Piccolo when he was certain camera's where nowhere nearby.
"Hey Vegeta," Goku greeted him cheerfully as always.
He rolled his eyes at him, "Kakarot," his one word reply and he nodded at Gohan and Piccolo, people who graced the title of 'not being entirely disliked by the Prince of all Saiyans.'
He stood their aimlessly listening to them predict the great potential of the new arrival in the future. Gohan and Videl had agreed Hale would be able to be whatever it was he would like, a fighter, a scholar or a world martial arts champion, it didn't matter. Gohan never enjoyed everyone fighting over his future when he was a kid. He was happy his life turned out the way it did.
How many people can say they had saved the world from a vicious tyrant as well as become a prestigious professor of historic literature along with obtaining their PhD in theoretical physics.
He felt lucky with his lot in life. It was hard not to feel that way when he looked into his baby boys wide black eyes that were staring at him.
"Are you going to let me hold him?" Goku asked impatiently. Gohan handed the child to him ensuring Goku was holding him correctly, he was acting weirdly protective.
"He looks just like you did Gohan, especially with that little tail."
"Why didn't you cut it off yet?" Piccolo asked.
"We're waiting until he is 6 months old. Pan got very sick when hers got cut off so we figured he needs time to build his immune system first."
Piccolo nodded.
"You could just leave it on him and teach him not to look at the moon, you never know when a giant ape may come in handy," Vegeta said.
Gohan looked at him a little disbelievingly. He imagined the horror of his son transforming when he wasn't around and crushing Videl and Pan and anyone else nearby, "I don't think the benefits would outweigh the risks."
Vegeta rolled his eyes, he had wanted to keep Bulla's tail but Bulma thought otherwise. He thought it was a shame no one had agreed with him.
The men noticed the food beginning to be brought out via servants, and began making their way over to the seated area.
A sudden rumble shocked the Z-fighters for a moment, the tables and chairs began to rattle and the ground became unsteady. Many fell over in the process, but the ground grew steady once again shortly.
Goten reached to Marron who had fallen onto the ground and helped her up.
"What was that?" she asked.
"Some kind of earth tremor I guess?" Goten replied with a shrug, it was the food that was mostly on his mind as he ran to an empty seat and dug into his meal.
The remainder of the celebrations continued on nicely, and eventually Videl and Gohan decided it was time to take Hale home to sleep. He was being passed around one last time for some to say goodbye.
Goku and Vegeta had long since disappeared into the gravity room for a sparring match right after they ate, no surprise of course. So Gohan offered his mother a lift home in their car. Many of the others had collected their things and prepared to leave.
Goten's next shift at work was shortly about to begin.
"I suppose, I better head off, nice seeing you guys, let's do it again soon," Goten wished Marron and Trunks goodbye after he had thanked Bulma. He prepared to take off, in the direction of the West City Fire brigade.
However nothing happened. He tried to take off again, pushing his ki underneath him, but remained with his feet firmly planted on the ground.
"What?" he questioned himself. "How much did I drink?" concluding that only alcohol could impair his ability to fly, although he didn't even remember having any.
"What's wrong?" Trunks asked, when he noticed Goten's confusion.
"I… c-can't fly" Goten muttered.
"What are you talking about," Trunks asked, as he himself prepared for take-off, but failed to float into the air like he had been since he was 5.
"I don't underst-" he trailed off when he saw 'it'. He should have been able to feel the disturbance long before he saw it, but that wasn't the case.
Goten felt the ground rumble once more as he turned in the direction Trunks was staring.
That was when he saw it too.
Wide eyed, the panic began, he heard the people scream before anything else.
A gigantic wave, a tsunami, was fast approaching the inland of West city and neither boys' could fly themselves to safety. Goten looked around the spacious area that contained his closest friends and family who were only beginning to notice the danger.
"Watch out!" Trunks shouted as the earth on the lawn began to tremor deeper and split in two, separating the fear stricken group.
Marron began to scream wildly trying to run away from the splitting earth.
The hue of the sky darkened into mouldy dark blue clouds covering the light of the sun and plunging the city into a mild darkness. Goten couldn't understand, he looked around at the group who also were struggling to lift themselves into the air but no one was succeeding.
'What is happening?!'
A/N
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