Disclaimer:
Breshcandra: I tried to revise this so that it makes sense.
Max: You should know by now that it's very hard to make sense out of anything that I do.
Breshcandra: I can always try. Anyway I do not own DBZ. But unfortunately I own Max.
Max: Hey! That wasn't very nice.
A/N: "" means speaking out loud
'' means thoughts
Extinction Gone Wrong
Chapter 1
Trunks burst through the door of the Capsule corps home, almost knocking it off the hinges. Startling Bulma who had just laid down on the couch for a much-needed nap.
"Trunks!" she snapped, "how many times have I told you to open the door not break it down." Bulma had sprung up from the couch and had her hands on her hips.
"Sorry mom," Trunks quickly apologized but we found an injured cat out in the woods and he is hurt pretty bad. What should we do?"
Bulma stepped to the open door and saw Goten carrying a cat in his arms. The cat was much too big for the six-year-old to carry properly. The tail was dragging on the ground and Goten was trying his best not to let the head touch the ground and was barely succeeding. Upon closer examination Bulma noticed that its sable coat was matted in blood and one of the hind legs was dangling at an unnatural angle.
"Trunks take that poor creature to Dr. Daskins, She will know what to do.
"Right, Lets go Goten." Trunks lead the way occasionally looking back to make sure that Goten was keeping up.
Bulma sighed as she watched her son and his best friend head toward the Dr. Daskin's office. "Another pet for mom and dad to fawn over." And went back to taking her much deserved nap.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Max slowly cam back to the land of the living. At first he was a little confused as to where he was. He was lying stretched on his side in what appeared a metal cage. He had a blanket covering him from his neck to half way down his tail. That vet had taken her sweet time getting his broken leg set. He had to wait till she had set the leg before he could heal himself. He was just thinking about getting out of the confines of his small prison when the door to the room opened. A brunette-haired woman walked in and right behind her was two young boys. One of which reminded him of a Saiyan with his unruly, spiky black hair. The other boy had soft purple hair and he some how looked familiar. He moved to stand up so as to get a better view of the two boys when he noticed that something had encased his left hind leg. Forgetting the boys for a second he looked down. The blanket had moved enough for him to catch a glimpse of a stark white cast.
'O great!' He thought. 'How am I so supposed to get this off?'
"Dr. Daskin," one of the boys asked. Making Max bring his focus back to the two boys. "Is he going to be all right?
"He is a tough cat, He will be alright." Answered the vet.
'That boy sure does look like a Saiyan.' Max's curiosity was now truly piqued.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he bent his mind toward the black-haired boy.
It took him no more then a few seconds to find what he was looking for. The boy carried the Saiyan gene, but he was not a full blood. Max suddenly got a hunch and sent his mind toward the other boy. The purple-haired boy also carried the Saiyan gene but like the first boy he wasn't full blood. And they were not brothers. Which meant that at least two full-bloodied Saiyans had some how made it off the Vegitasei and some how escape his and his master's attention. He had to tell his master the great news. Closing his eyes he sought his masters mind. After while he gave up. She must still be in that one zone in space. She had been in there for a week. She should have been done searching it by now. He would give her another week to finish up. Then if she did not come out he would just have to go in there and find her. He really didn't want to. That zone scared him. He couldn't sense anyone in that part of space, every thought he sent out just kept disappearing, like a black hole swallowing light.
"Ok. Trunks, Goten, its time to let cat sleep." Dr. Daskin ushered the two boys out the room, closing the door, leaving Max alone.
'That Trunks looks familiar.' Max settled down on the blankets and tried to remember where he had seen him before. Before long Max had fallen a sleep A sleep filled dreams of a woman with straight black hair and red eyes, pleading for him to come and help her.
Hopefully this was less confusing then the first one I put up.
Please review. Thanks.
Breshcandra: I tried to revise this so that it makes sense.
Max: You should know by now that it's very hard to make sense out of anything that I do.
Breshcandra: I can always try. Anyway I do not own DBZ. But unfortunately I own Max.
Max: Hey! That wasn't very nice.
A/N: "" means speaking out loud
'' means thoughts
Extinction Gone Wrong
Chapter 1
Trunks burst through the door of the Capsule corps home, almost knocking it off the hinges. Startling Bulma who had just laid down on the couch for a much-needed nap.
"Trunks!" she snapped, "how many times have I told you to open the door not break it down." Bulma had sprung up from the couch and had her hands on her hips.
"Sorry mom," Trunks quickly apologized but we found an injured cat out in the woods and he is hurt pretty bad. What should we do?"
Bulma stepped to the open door and saw Goten carrying a cat in his arms. The cat was much too big for the six-year-old to carry properly. The tail was dragging on the ground and Goten was trying his best not to let the head touch the ground and was barely succeeding. Upon closer examination Bulma noticed that its sable coat was matted in blood and one of the hind legs was dangling at an unnatural angle.
"Trunks take that poor creature to Dr. Daskins, She will know what to do.
"Right, Lets go Goten." Trunks lead the way occasionally looking back to make sure that Goten was keeping up.
Bulma sighed as she watched her son and his best friend head toward the Dr. Daskin's office. "Another pet for mom and dad to fawn over." And went back to taking her much deserved nap.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Max slowly cam back to the land of the living. At first he was a little confused as to where he was. He was lying stretched on his side in what appeared a metal cage. He had a blanket covering him from his neck to half way down his tail. That vet had taken her sweet time getting his broken leg set. He had to wait till she had set the leg before he could heal himself. He was just thinking about getting out of the confines of his small prison when the door to the room opened. A brunette-haired woman walked in and right behind her was two young boys. One of which reminded him of a Saiyan with his unruly, spiky black hair. The other boy had soft purple hair and he some how looked familiar. He moved to stand up so as to get a better view of the two boys when he noticed that something had encased his left hind leg. Forgetting the boys for a second he looked down. The blanket had moved enough for him to catch a glimpse of a stark white cast.
'O great!' He thought. 'How am I so supposed to get this off?'
"Dr. Daskin," one of the boys asked. Making Max bring his focus back to the two boys. "Is he going to be all right?
"He is a tough cat, He will be alright." Answered the vet.
'That boy sure does look like a Saiyan.' Max's curiosity was now truly piqued.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he bent his mind toward the black-haired boy.
It took him no more then a few seconds to find what he was looking for. The boy carried the Saiyan gene, but he was not a full blood. Max suddenly got a hunch and sent his mind toward the other boy. The purple-haired boy also carried the Saiyan gene but like the first boy he wasn't full blood. And they were not brothers. Which meant that at least two full-bloodied Saiyans had some how made it off the Vegitasei and some how escape his and his master's attention. He had to tell his master the great news. Closing his eyes he sought his masters mind. After while he gave up. She must still be in that one zone in space. She had been in there for a week. She should have been done searching it by now. He would give her another week to finish up. Then if she did not come out he would just have to go in there and find her. He really didn't want to. That zone scared him. He couldn't sense anyone in that part of space, every thought he sent out just kept disappearing, like a black hole swallowing light.
"Ok. Trunks, Goten, its time to let cat sleep." Dr. Daskin ushered the two boys out the room, closing the door, leaving Max alone.
'That Trunks looks familiar.' Max settled down on the blankets and tried to remember where he had seen him before. Before long Max had fallen a sleep A sleep filled dreams of a woman with straight black hair and red eyes, pleading for him to come and help her.
Hopefully this was less confusing then the first one I put up.
Please review. Thanks.