"Mom, is the time machine done yet?"

"Yes, but it needs to be tested."

Today's the day I save my friends and family. Killer androids built by Dr. Gero came and wiped out over two-thirds of the human race. My friends and family, the Z Warriors, were no match for them. They were killed in no time flat. Not even my father could beat them. My mentor and best friend, Gohan, tried and got killed, too. Not only that, but one of my other dearest friends, Goku, dies of a viral heart disease that turns out to be fatal. It is my duty to go back in time and stop all of this from happening. I'm going to go back three years before they are built to warn them and give Goku the medicine that only our time has. Have you ever noticed when a plan is ever told to the audience that it never works? Have you also noticed that all the ideas that work are explained in whispers or not at all? I hope I didn't jinx myself! "I'll test it." I said bravely. We were in the kitchen first thing that morning. It was ten o'clock here, so I started eating an apple for breakfast, sitting at the old family table that got us by with only two wooden chairs and no table cloth over the ash wood. "I have to save everybody and the quicker I do it, the better."

Mom came in, cleaning off her hands from oil with a white and green striped kitchen towel. She was in her dingy light red gray jumper suit. "I don't know. You can go back in time whenever, remember? You don't need to risk your life because of a time machine malfunction."

"No, I have to go now. It might not change the state of the past, but the sooner I proceed with the plan on this time line, the better. The sooner I fix things there, the sooner you'll be safe." I got out of my chair and put the apple down. Then, I walked up to Mom and grabbed her hands. "I need to save you now not later."

Mom gave me a kiss on the forehead. "I'll be fine. I just worry about you."

"Mom, I'm the son of the Prince of Saiyans! I'll be fine no matter what kind of curve ball life gives me."

"If you say so..."

I gave Mom a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be fine. Adios!" I threw away the apple core and got into the egg-shaped time machine. The stereotypical time machine would've had a bunch of buttons and knobs, but not this one. I didn't even have a manual and I already know what to do. It looked kind of like a car, but instead of a steering wheel, I was what looked like a safe lock where you have to turn the numbers so that it reads the combination straight forward. Instead of a speedometer, it shows what year you're in, similar to a speedometer. It didn't have a view, but it had a dashboard, a radio, a gas meter, and a glove compartment. If I didn't know better, I'd say Mom made this out of our car. "I'm off." I said to myself as I closed the door.

"Be careful!" Mom yelled, but it sounded muffled because of the thick door and walls. "I love you!"

"I love you, too. I'll be fine." I shouted back. I turned the ignition key and put in the appropriate year then I hit the start button that was next to it and off I went!

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The time machine began to contract before it did anything else. By that, I mean it sort of shrunk to Mom's eyes as it disappeared into thin air, but in my eyes, it was like a car that started. The machine felt like one of those cheesy rides at an amusement park that stayed in one place but shook and rattled like a roller coaster. It didn't turn or shake but it felt like I was moving without movement. I wish Mom installed a chair. I'm basically standing at this point. I looked around and saw a button on the wall. It was small and red, not flashing, so I pressed it. Bingo! An automatic chair came folding out of the wall. The chair did look like a car chair. It was brown and dingy, but it felt good to sit upon! Suddenly, there was a shake. "What the..." I couldn't help to say. It started off as a little rumble, but it evolved into a hardy shake. I looked at the controls which started flickering on and off. The Yearometer stopped descending and shook as well until it stopped moving. "What's going on?" The time machine couldn't answer that, but I wish it could. All of a sudden, everything stopped and I and the machine were falling. Falling as if from the sky. Then, it landed with a thud, life threatening for the machine. At the fall, I ended up bumping my head at the top. "Ow." Where am I? When am I? I opened the door to a sunny town. It was definitely before the androids had come!

I flopped out of the machine and looked around. I was in a neighborhood of some kind. I started walking around as I fixed my hair and clothes which rattled with me and twisted to uncomfortable positions. "Hey, stranger." A voice said. I turned around and saw Android 17! It was definitely him! Standing right there! But something didn't seem right. He didn't look like his normal threatening self. He looked...normal. He didn't change his appearance except for his shirt didn't have the Red Ribbon Army logo on it and his face. It wasn't a drastic change but he looked slightly more welcoming than before and he had a cigarette in his mouth. He also had his posy behind him which consisted of men who were bigger than him. "Are you new to town?" He asked me.

"I guess you can say that." What question should I ask first? Did Dr. Gero change you yet? Did you destroy human lives yet? Do you have a name? That's a good one. I'll ask that.

"Well, I'm Julian, but don't call me that. To you and everyone else I know, I'm either Jewl or Blaster. It doesn't matter." Maybe I didn't have to ask. "What's your name?"

His voice wasn't as threatening. It was still deep and quiet but it was slightly louder and less threatening. "I'm Trunks." I shook his hand.

"Welcome to my neighborhood, Trunks."

"Why do they call you Blaster?"

He gave me a smile and pulled out a gun out of his gun pouch thing. "On account of I have this! Blaster Jr." He was referring to his gun. How lame! "It help me through the times and I shine her and blast her everyday."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah." He started coughing into his sleeve heavily. Then, ironically, Jewl took a puff of his cigarette. "No one ever touches it and they don't get hurt." Jewl started coughing again until he spat on one of the guys shoes behind him.

"Um, you spat on my shoe, Blaster." The big guy said.

Jewl elbowed him in the stomach. "Deal with it. I'm with a friend." He gave me another mischievous smile. "Hey, you want one?" He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket.

"No, thanks." Jewl shrugged and put the pack back in his back pocket. I feel like I could throw up! That was nasty! Then, he offers me some?! No way Jose! That's when there was a punch sound followed by a collapse on the floor. I swiftly turned around and saw Android 18 punching a guy out in an ally across the street.

"Oh boy. Jonathan just broke up with my sister." Jewl told me.

"I can't believe you would do that to me!" She yelled. That was Android 18! It was definitely her! Standing over there! But something didn't seem right. She wasn't that threatening either. She looked...normal. Her appearance didn't change much either. Her jean vest, though, didn't have that big Red Ribbon Army logo on it and she didn't have sleeves on or black leggings on. She was actually wearing pink! It was a pink, girly tank top under her vest. "You got what you deserved!" She gave out a loud, ear piercing high pitched yell and crossed the street.

"Oh boy! Here she comes!" One guy said from Jewl's posy. Jewl was looking at the situation like Android 17 would've. His eyes were squinted and there was a frown on his face. He was not satisfied. Jewl elbowed the guy for his response but kept his eyes on 18 or whoever she is now.

"Jewl, did you see that? Jonathan broke up with me for another girl." She said when she got over to us.

"We got company, sis. New guy in town." Sister?!

She looked at me and blushed a little. "Oh, hi." She stood next to Jewl so I could compare them easily. They did look alike. "I'm Jillian, but you can call me Jill or Jillian, whichever you prefer." Her voice wasn't as deep and threatening either. It was actually more girly! Who knew that was possible?!

"I'm Trunks."

"Are you new?" She reached into Jewl's back pocket and pulled out a cigarette.

"I guess you could say that."

Jill reached into her left boot and took out a lighter. That couldn't be safe. She lit her cigarette and took a puff at it. "Why do you say that?" She finally asked.

"Well, you see, I was on my way somewhere else and I crashed." Jill looked at me with wide eyes.

"A car crash? Why didn't we see that?" She asked Jewl who just shrugged. Then, he spat on the guy's shoe that he spat on at first.

"Deal with it." He told him.

"It wasn't a car. You wouldn't believe me if I told you what it was."

"Dude, we had a train crash here where there aren't any train tracks, a rocket ship where there aren't any launching sites, and a subway where there aren't any underground stations for miles. What else is there?" Jewl asked.

"It was a time machine." Jewl and Jill looked at me with wide eyes and smiles. Apparently, they believed me and were fascinated.

"Show it to us." Jewl commanded me. I did what I was told and showed them the time machine only because they were so interested and I didn't want to adopt one of Blaster Jr.'s baby bullets. The time machine was just behind us. It was smoking and it did look like a broken vehicle but egg-shaped. "This is it? It doesn't look like the time machines on TV."

"Well, they're not made by Capsule Corporation." I showed them my jean jacket which had on the Capsule Corp. logo.

"I heard of that place. It's very efficient." Jill said.

"Yep, but this machine wasn't tested before I rode it, so it broke." I explained.

"It looks like a car." Jewl stated, coming from inside. "I bet I could fix it."

"I don't know. It looks pretty complicated." I told him. I didn't want him to mess it up and I have to grow up here for the rest of my life.

"Complicated is my middle name." Jewl rolled up his sleeves. He was really ready to book 'em by the horns!

"His middle name is really Morris." Jill laughed.

"Well, yours is Doris!" Jewl shouted at her. He managed to pop the hood which I didn't know was even there. "Let me work on it." He gave me a pleading look; a look that I never even imagined seeing before. His eyes were wide and shiny as he gave me puppy dog eyes.

"Okay. If you can."

"Sweet!"

Jill grabbed my hand. "Hey, you want to hang out?" She asked looking straight into my eyes. "Jewl'll be working on that machine for a while."

"Um, okay." Jill smiled and threw her cigarette on the ground and stomping it out.