Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z.
"Lala," © Ashlee Simpson-Wentz, John Shanks, Kara DioGuardi, Geffen Records. (This is not a song/chapter fic!)
AU; Hentai, Action Adventure, Angst, Romance.
Parings; Radditz/Bra, Bardock/OC, Prince Vegeta/Marron, Pan/Turles, Mirai Trunks/Marron, GT Vegeta/Bulma, Goku/Chi-Chi, Prince Vegeta/nineteen-year-old Bulma.
This is written for and dedicated to a very special person.
Prologue:
Appearing as if he were standing at attention, King Kai of the future realm languishingly relaxed on the tiny planet that made up his home in the Northern quadrant of the galaxy. All of the Z solders that were dead from that era were there, except for Gohan, who was training with the Grand Kai, and Vegeta, who was in Hell. Everyone laid quietly around, silently taking in the extreme serenity; the exception being Goku and Piccolo, who were lightly sparring.
The God of the North's antennae made diminutive movements, suddenly perking to attention. He unexpectedly picked up something odd in the wide expanse of the galaxy's atmosphere. He made a small noise in silent contemplation.
'What was this? A strange signal? Some sort of time warp?
His antennae elevated up towards the southwest, over towards another galaxy- no, towards another- era ?
"What?" The Miari Kaio Sama- better known as King Kai, ejected loudly.
'Come, King Kai!' A loud, obnoxious thought entered his head, and he cringed, grunting, almost falling back on his behind. "How can this be? How can I see into another era, let alone, hear someone's voice from it?"
Goku, who'd been lightly sparring with Piccolo, abruptly stopped.
"What is it, King Kai?" He strode over to where the North Kai appeared to be talking to himself.
"Kaio Sama?" Mirai Goku raised an eyebrow in perplexity. He looked back at his onetime enemy and friend, Piccolo, who returned Son's puzzled articulation with a solemn air, before responding.
"Someone's speaking to him, telepathically."
Marron Chestnut sat up from where she was sunning herself on the tiny beach that was a part of her breathtakingly beautiful, island home. She was skipping the dance class that she was supposed to be at. She'd taken dance for years and it'd grown boring. Anyway, it was way too nice to be indoors.
It was a wonderfully hot and humid day, the prefect kind of day for home bound beach-goers. The soft, fuzzy rays of the warm, August midday sun filtered angelically through billowing, white cumulus clouds; the tepid, salty sea air rose indistinctly throughout, and the wind whipped around in wafts, giving the sky a lazy appearance of movement.
Marron's home, which was Master Roshi's beach house- aptly named Kami House- was allotted on a somewhat smallish, tropical island, in the southern F region, two thousand seven hundred kilometers southeast of Mt. Paozu. It was a splendid place to nurture a child. Privately secure and seeming, superficially safe, it was in a sense- perfect. Marron had grown up there, and grown up, she had.
Marron was now twenty-four, and had grown into a full-fledged beauty. She towered over her father, Krillin, who'd been Goku's longtime companion, and was a little taller than her mother, Eighteen. She was fully human like her father, even though her mother was only half human. She also had her mother's striking blue eyes and shimmering blonde hair, which had grown a little past her shoulders. She lived a sheltered and secluded life and was still a little green towards the ways of the world, in other words- a virgin. She wanted to save herself for someone special, and that someone hadn't come along yet. 'Boys could wait,' she smirked.
The Turtle hermit, traditionally known as Master Roshi, had come to know Bulma and Goku as the two had searched for the dragonballs as children. Bulma had found out about the legend, and had wanted to wish for her prince charming; either that, or a lot of strawberries. She'd come across Goku, who'd had the four star ball. It had been his grandfather's, and it was his most cherished possession. He'd agreed to help her look for them and would protect her from any nasties that they might stumble upon at the same time.
Marron's mother, Artificial Human Number Eighteen, otherwise known as Jinzōningen Jū Hachi Gō, had been just one of many androids created by the decadently infamous, Dr. Gero. He had taken her and her twin brother as children and had maliciously turned them into cyborgs, wickedly planting bombs in them, intertwining each to their genetic DNA.
Thankfully, her father Krillin had asked the Dragon God, Shenron, to remove the bombs after Goku had died a second time.
Dr. Gero had been a head scientist, working for the red ribbon army when her father's best friend, Goku, had first come across one of the first of his creations, Jinzō'ningen Hachigō- Artificial Human Number Eight, who Goku had aptly named Eighter. Goku, whose infectious charisma rubbed off on others, had inadvertently turned the immature robot good. Goku somehow had a way of doing that, having had turned her father Krillin; among many others, into good people.
Marron was also good. Or at least, she tried. She was in between jobs; she had left her last job because of the importunate and unwanted advances of a co-worker. She had been so upset that she'd quit her job at the main hospital in South City. She'd thought she'd made a great lab technician and had studied exceptionally hard in college for it. She knew that it wouldn't be hard to get another job, as lab technicians were very much in demand.
If only she could quit being a baby and learn to handle men the way her best friend, Bra could. Bra was the daughter of one of her father's best friends, Bulma Briefs. Bra was strong-willed, brilliant, and intractable and had much better people skills for someone so young. She had outgrown her whininess and had turned into a beautiful, smart young woman.
Marron's thoughts were abruptly interrupted. She turned her head towards the house, where her father was coming out the door. He looked up towards the sky in question.
"What the-?"
She followed her father's movements, watching him wave. He cupped his hands, calling out, "Mirai Trunks! Yo! What are you doing here?"
"Hey! Krillin-San," Future Trunks called out, "It's been a while, you've changed!" He landed next to his old friend, tousling Krillin's aging salt and pepper hair; laughing.
"Hello, Eighteen!
He raised his hand in greeting and bowed respectfully as Marron's mother came out of Kami house.
"Chao," Eighteen smirked slightly at Trunks, arms crossed in front of her in her usual stance. She contemplated him, tilting her head. "You look just like him."
"Like who?" Trunk raised an eyebrow skeptically, before quickly comprehending. "Oh- little Trunks…"
Krillin laughed, "He's not a small child anymore! He's the President of Capsule now. Where's ol' hope?" he enquired, looking around.
"Oh, it's back in its hoi poi capsule. I felt like flying."
Eighteen calmly enquired, "Would you like to come in for a drink? Something to eat, perhaps?"
"Something cold to drink would be good. I've come, bringing news."
They made their way towards the shady coolness of the tiny turtle house, taking refuge from the stifling outdoor heat. A couple of pedestal fans were circulating air from two opposite corners of the main room's living quarters. Master Roshi's loud snores were heard from a cot in the corner of the room next to the television, just under the front window, next to the door.
Krillin walked over to the cot. "Old man, wake up. Future Trunks is here!"
As Master Roshi was roused from sleep, Marron perched herself on the end of the couch, very much in awe. Future Trunks was here! She'd never seen him before, just heard the stories, and boy, was he fascinating! She never liked Trunks in a sexual way in this timeline, he was just the same ol' Trunks, the boy she'd known her whole life.
This Trunks was dissimilar, his hair was longer and cut different. He seemed to be extremely mature and younger as well. 'Ohh, he was sooo cute!'
A voice shattered her into her reverie. "Marron," her mother spoke. "Go put something decent on."
Marron sighed, blushing slightly. "Yes, mama." She looked up to see Trunks gazing in speculation at her. She gave him a small, slightly hesitant smile before heading for the stairs.
After she left, he asked Krillin, "She yours?"
"Yep, that's my little Marron-chan! Hard to believe something so beautiful came out of me, eh?"
"Yes, well, she's hardly little." Trunks gave a diffident little laugh. Eighteen handed him and Krillin each a glass of lemonade.
"Thank you, Eighteen," Trunks politely said.
"Well, Trunks, you haven't changed much!" Krillin chuckled back. "Still blushing easily as ever!"
The comment had everyone's mirth up, and it was a very happy reunion. Roshi came over, shaking hands with Trunks, asking his age. He was twenty-four, and still going strong. Things were wonderfully looking up in his era. He talked about two new inventions his mother had come up with and how the world in his era was recovered, the rebuilding of the planet was near its completion and, more importantly, the re-planning of Metro West finished.
Master Roshi then asked him why he had come to their time.
"On the subject of why I'm here, yes- well, it's kind of strange. I've been meaning to go to Capsule, but on the way I thought I'd visit everyone and let all the Z soldiers know what's going on back in my era."
He hesitated. "I'm not sure I know how to explain." Trunks scratched at the back of his head. Just then, Marron arrived in a black crop tee and extremely diminutive black shorts and sat down cross-legged on the floor facing Trunks, less than three feet away from him.
"Uh…"
He started to go on and instead deeply blushed as he caught Marron's intensely persistent gaze. They stared at each other for a moment before Eighteen walked over to stand in front of Marron with crossed arms, looking down at her. Marron jerked, slightly startled, and tilted her head up to meet her mother's gaze, who then frowned at her daughter before moving over to stand at the window.
Trunks cleared his throat before continuing. "Some superior God called Supreme Kai, spoke to me though, King Kai, and I also spoke to Goku, who I'd never seen before in my era." He smiled at the memory, and glanced up at Krillin. "He told me to tell you hi, Krillin, and that he had you in his heart and he was always with you." He paused, a pink flush rising in his cheeks. "Of course, he said the Krillin of his era was with him, as well as everyone, except my father and Gohan, who's been training on the Grand Kai's planet. The Supreme Kai even knew of my meeting of your era's Goku, back when Freezer had first arrived. It was unbelievable. He also let me know what year- well, essentially, the actual date to go forward to."
Marron stared at Trunks in respecting approval, even if all of this fanatical talk did confuse her. He was sure different in this time. Their Trunks could be so obnoxious. This Trunks seemed almost painfully shy, for he sure did blush a lot. Her cheeky grin was full of unconscious pubescent admiration even though she was more mature than that. He made her feel funny, as if she were suddenly aware of her restrained sexuality. She rested her elbows on her knees, and plopped her face in her hands as she looked up at him, and sighed.
'He's so gentle…maybe it's me who's making him blush…'
Krillin's eyes had rounded at the mention of Goku. "Oh wow! That's so cool, Trunks!" He stood up. "We've actually met the God, Supreme Kai. He was supposed fight Piccolo a few tournaments back, but the big goon chickened out!" Krillin broke out in a laugh, into which a voice outside unexpectedly spoke.
"You are lucky green bean is not here to listen to your cheerful bantering, or you would have been blasted to smithereens by now."
Vegeta stood in the doorway; an impassive look dressed his handsome face, his arms crossed roughly over his chest.
"Brat," he acknowledged his future son by nodding his head.
Trunks stared at his father. "It hasn't been that long since I've seen you Father, but I can see for myself, it's been a while for you. How are you?" Trunks stood and bowed respectfully to his father. Vegeta had visibly changed; no longer wearing the blue Saiya-jin armor he'd last seen him in. He wore an ebony leather jacket over a black wife-beater, black leather pants, and black leather boots. His hair had been cropped short.
"I knew it was your ki…son," Vegeta rasped. Trunks gathered up his courage and gave his father, a quick one handed hug, which Vegeta calmly tolerated.
Master Roshi, Krillin and Eighteen just about fell over each other in shock. Marron just sat there in wonder. 'Wow, what's wrong with Vegeta?'
"Trunks is busy, so he would not come, you will see him- your mother and little sister when we arrive at Capsule."
"Sister? I have a little sister?" Trunks questioned incredulously, a small smirk on his face. "Unbelievable."
"Not so unbelievable, brat." Vegeta grimaced and crossed his arms over his chest, before giving a slight half-smirk. "I am extremely virile."
"Well okay- as I was saying, uh…where was I anyway?" Trunks scratched his head, as everyone chuckled, watching his cheeks turn pink.
Krillin said, "Ah- something about Supreme Kai."
"Oh yeah, he said that something's wrong in another era and they'll need our help." He frowned and held his curved index finger to his bottom lip in thought. "He said to bring you the plans to the time machine so Mother in this era can build one."
"Trunks." Vegeta turned to look at his son. "She has already made two and they are immeasurably improved." He turned towards the window. "Gohan's brat- she has one somewhere."
"Yes, this- Kai stated that it was the era, "Pan" was in, only I didn't understand what he meant. That's Gohan's daughter eh?" After getting an affirmation from Krillin, he got up, walking over to peer outside the door.
"Gohan is coming, and someone else's energy I don't recognize."
"Gohan's wife, Videl," Krillin said. "Ah, why don't we go over to Capsule and let Bulma know. Maybe she can make another time machine for you, Trunks."
Vegeta being the leader of the group, affirmed, "Then it's agreed, I will see you all there." He walked outside and blasted off, leaving a faint energy trail.
Krillin grumbled sadly. "Shoot, where is Goku when you need him, he could have teleported us there."
They were all quiet for a moment before Trunks questioned. "Hey, just where is Goku anyway?"
Krillin made a pained expression, turning his face away. "He went away with Shenron, three years ago. We don't know if he's alive or dead… Piccolo died as well."
He went on to tell a story of what happened with the evil dragons and why Goku had made the decision he had.
Trunks looked at the ground as Krillin completed his account, before slowly walking outside. Krillin and Roshi followed him. Trunks spoke solemnly. "I was hoping I could see Son Goku in person."
The air was heavy with energy as a figure closed in from afar. Gohan approached with a slight dark-haired figure in his arms. "Mirai-San! You're here! Long time no see!" He landed with a thud and ran over to Trunks. He put down his wife, who could fly, but not quite as fast, and grabbed him before Trunks could back up, giving him a huge bear hug.
"Gosh Trunks! You're how old now? I'm thirty-two, so that- uh, I'm not sure, time hasn't lapsed as long in your era, has it? You look so young." Gohan posed in the usual silly Son stance, his laughter reverberating loudly.
Trunks backed up. "Whoa, slow down there, Gohan! You've changed so much! And it's only been a few years for me!" He stood back and looked Gohan up and down. "Oh yeah, there's such a big difference between you and him too!"
Videl piped up. "And who might that be?" she asked.
"Oh, whoopsie! Future Trunks, this is my wife Videl. Videl, this is the famous future Trunks who defeated Mecha Frieza." Gohan introduced them to each other, grinning widely. He looked at his wife. "I expect he means the Gohan of his timeline."
Trunks nodded. "Yes, he was my sensei. He wore his father's gi and had trained alone since all the Z solders died fighting the androids, and he also reached the level of Super-Saiya-jin." He noticed Eighteen standing there next to Videl and had the sensitivity to appear sheepish. "Oh, sorry Eighteen, no offense given."
"That is okay, Trunks, no offence taken. I understand the Androids in your timeline were different than Seventeen and I, anyway?"
"Yes, they were extremely different, ruthless, as well as weaker…savagely cruel though." He took a deep breath. "Well," he said, changing the subject. "Who's heading to Capsule with me?" Trunks enquired of the group.
"We all can go Trunks, after all, I don't think everyone's been together in a while. It won't be the same without Dad though, that's for sure." Gohan looked up towards the sky. "I know he's here in Spirit."
He reached in his pocket for a hoi poi, otherwise, known as a dino cap. "Why don't we take one of my vehicles, that way we can all chat?"
Roshi piped up. "That sounds great, Gohan, I don't wanna use the spinning turtle, after all, at my age, I might get sick," he laughed, reaching back to scratch his head.
Gohan threw the hoi poi to the ground and it exploded with a loud, "thoom!" Capsule Corporation vehicle five hundred, seventy-six silently stood waiting for them to board it.
Bulma stood back, thoughtfully considering her handiwork. It was now complete; the remodeling of the Ultra-Bruits wave emitter was finally done. She turned off her computer after saving her work; she'd made an innovative advancement on it, modifying it to work on all the half-Saiya-jins. She released a sigh of relief, hoping that the world would now be safe. She'd have to build and test it first. With Goku gone, she had wanted to rebuild what Omega Shenron had destroyed. She couldn't believe the dragonballs were gone; they couldn't help them out of any more trouble. New Namek still had theirs…if she could only find it.
"Goku..." she murmured.
Tears formed in her eyes at the memory of her beloved best friend. He was still her hero. She remained close to Chi-Chi, Goten and Gohan, but it just wasn't the same. Not knowing if Son-kun was actually dead or not made it even harder to bear. It must have been so hard on his family. After Goku had gone and left to live with and train Uub, things just had never been the same. Goku's family had never really seen much of him after that. He'd been turned into a child- poor Chi-Chi.
She couldn't believe Goku'd thought the world's problems had been his to bear. Asking Shenron to restore countless lives, over and over again, she felt like much of it had been her fault. She had first started it all with her tedious search of the dragonballs long, long ago. Wanting something as stupid as strawberries…and a boyfriend, a prince for her very own…something she'd received anyway.
"We over did it, we really over did it...Goku..." She started sobbing into her hands.
"Bulma."
Bulma gasped, before lifting her head from her tear laden hands and said, "What, Vegeta? I know- I know, I need to stop blubbering over him. It's been so long, but I can't help it. It's only once in a while that my guilt surfaces, I'll be okay." She took a deep breath, murmuring, "I'm so relieved- tired, the Brute Ray is finally done." She wrapped her arms around her husband who took her into his embrace. She all but melted into him, taking in his strength, feeling his vibrant warmth.
Her Geta-san was so wonderful. Everything a strong husband should be. She remembered his ascension into Super Saiya-jin four, reveling in his features, wishing she could have run her fingers over his firey, furred arms and thread them through that long mane of hair that had grown along with his energy. He had reminded her of a dark lion, fierce and brave- strongly passionate. She purred out a moan, running her hands down his back.
"Trunks kun is approaching." Vegeta said.
Bulma's fingers abruptly stopped their exploration. "Trunks…kun?" Bulma lifted her head off his shoulder to look squarely at him, her eyes still glittery with unshed tears and large with query.
"Yes, future era Trunks- woman, what is wrong with you? Did you not hear me?"
Bulma sprang forward, out of Vegeta's arms, almost becoming airborne to reach the door. She flung it open, running out, cupping one hand over her eyes, peering out at the sunny sky.
"Hey!" she shouted, smiling widely, spying one of the older sky planes that Capsule had manufactured in the distance. She immediately knew it was Gohan and Videl's, having given it to him years earlier for- "just such an occasion," as this. She waved her arms excitedly, jumping up and down.
"Hey, Trunks-chan! Gohan-kun!"
The airplane soon landed and Future Trunks bounded out, clasping Bulma into his arms.
"Mother!"
Gohan came out after Trunks, followed by his wife, Videl, his Mother Chi-Chi, Master Roshi, Krillin, Eighteen, Oolong, Puar, Yamcha and lastly, Marron.
Bulma released Future Trunks from a very emotional hug and stepped back a bit.
"How are you, son?" She reached up to touch his hair. She couldn't believe he looked almost exactly the same since she last saw him. His hair wasn't as long as it was when he had stepped out of the room of Spirit and Time, but it wasn't as short as it had been when she had last cut it. She smoothed back his chin length bangs before letting his hair go.
"You should have your long hair in a ponytail, Trunks."
"I know- I'm okay Mom, it's so good to see you. My mother said to tell everyone hello." He realized what he said, how it must have sounded before letting out a slightly discomfited chuckle, and put his hand self-consciously behind his head. He thought of her…remembering the very exact words she had said…
Flashback; Future Era…
Mirai Bulma looked towards the calm and clear sky. It had been a beautiful day…the exact kind of day for a wonderful family outing, one that would have everyone's spirits up- having fun just spending the day together. It made her think of the family she had lost…
She paused her musing to worry about her son. Trunks should be home soon. It was his third time in the mystic room at Kami's palace and she was extremely worried about him. He was there…in that place…alone… with only Mr. Popo on the grounds. Trunks was there to try and reach a higher level. A whole year in there…
He hadn't done well the first time, though he'd been with his father. Trunks had gone back in time to help the other Z solders fight the evil androids that had created. He had ended up training in the room of Spirit and Time for another year's training, which only took a day, to help fight Cell, Dr. Gero's ultimate creation.
She still couldn't believe what he'd told her the other day. Trunks had said that there was a third timeline, and it had some sort of trouble, or so said a Kami- what sort of Kami, she didn't exactly know. All she knew, the Kami of her world was no longer. There was Namek, of course. If she could only find it, learn the exact coordinates. She sighed. Of course that couldn't bring back Son kun.
Sometimes it was so lonely with only Trunks, Chi-Chi and her father and the turtle hermit and his animal side-cohorts for company…
So many lives lost…
She brushed away a tear that had formed from her troubled musing and remembered when Trunks had trained the first time in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. She'd been told her other self had waited high up on the Lookout with Tien and Piccolo- who'd merged with Kami- waiting for Goku and Gohan, waiting for her lover and son to be finished with their fight with the devious Cell.
She felt envy for the life her other self must have had…with him…
She still had sexual fantasies about her former lover and was still very much in love with him, even though he couldn't be with her. She still longed for his touch at night and felt his presence once in a while, especially when the mood struck her. She sighed. 'Oh well, it's no use crying over spilt milk…' she thought, and turned back towards the front door. She reached the kitchen, and started making a salad for supper. "I hope Trunks remembered to buy steaks yesterday," she mused aloud. He had gone to the grocery store for her, something they usually did together. No more worrying about androids. Metro West was complete once more. No more desolation and crumbling buildings all around. Everything was beautiful, including Capsule. She smiled widely at the remembrance, as a stray tear streaked down toward the line of her jaw.
'Now, if only the other Z soldiers could come back to life- and my darling, Vegeta…'
"Mother."
"Trunks, you're done!" Bulma cried out, startled. She dropped the strainer she'd been holding and the rinsed lettuce scattered haphazardly across the floor. "I've been so worried about you!" she cried, running over to clasp him in a big bear hug. "Are you almost ready to go back in time?"
"Yes I am, Mother."
"Well then, tell everyone hello for me…I really wish I could see them, Trunks…I miss them so. Oh, your hair, you should let me cut it…"
"There's no time for that Mom." He hugged his mother as he said goodbye.
End flashback…
The Z solders conversation cut sharply into Trunks musing, and he sighed as he listened to Gohan speak.
"Yeah, only Bulma knows for sure where Pan is…" Gohan frowned before continuing. "I can't believe she didn't want me to know. It's not like I can just go get her. I know it'd be different if Father had been here. She would have told him."
"I don't want anything to happen to Pan…" Bra stated, looking helplessly at her mother.
"No, it won't… Trunks?" She looked toward her future son. "Why did you come so far ahead in time? It hasn't only been…how long for you?" she enquired, staring expectantly at him.
"Almost a year, Mother. West City has been rebuilt and Capsule is back to normal…well almost. We've revamped some of our products and there's been a surge in demand, and production of the hoi poi is at a peak, as well as our other merchandise," he smiled.
"As for why, I was told to come at this point in time, Mother, Supreme Kai wished it. Something is going down where Pan is. She's in trouble and will need help. And yet, from the Supreme Kai's words…something more complex and extremely sinister is connected with that timeline…
He tentatively continued with, "His planet has been destroyed...the planet of the Gods."
"Bra, what are you going to do?" Marron looked back to where the adults were talking.
Bra frowned at Marron and shushed her- an index finger at her lips. "Be quiet, Daddy will hear you…Saiya-jin ears are better than human. Come on, let's go to my room."
Bra Briefs was the younger child of Prince Vegeta and Bulma Briefs. Extremely reckless and vibrantly brilliant, she was almost as smart as her mother- but sadly the only interest that she pursued at the moment was the fine art of mall shopping. Patient, kind and strong willed, she pursued her curiosity with a passion, driven riotously by her slightly self-controlled motivation.
She could spend five thousand dollars in a frenzied half hour of shopping in a favorite store.
"We're going to rescue Pan."
"Well, maybe she doesn't want to be rescued?"
"Something is wrong with Hope number two, only Pan said that she wanted to wait to go home…what if something's wrong, what if something happens to her? Now that Future Era Trunks is here, he'll probably go. Mother was going to send Trunks and Gohan in a few weeks anyway, but I want to go…and I am going to go now!"
Somewhere out in the northern Galaxy…
The world was lost…desolate and cold, and it had been nearly destroyed. Fresh, newly grown foliage draped over the dry, desecrated, primordial city like a huge canvas backdrop. Young, healthy sprouts shot up just inches above the dry, uninhabited wilderness.
Virulently abundant underground water sources and a hot, orange sun quickly renewed the strange sea green colored vegetation, of this once irrefutably beautiful, tropical planet.
The newly deceased people of this exquisitely ethereal world were of one race. Elven in nature, with fair hair, and eyes, they had been a serenity-loving, warrior race, sworn to peace, although passionately fierce in their defensiveness. They normally protected their planet thoroughly with a strong faith in their God, and an unwavering spirit.
They had the unusual ability to teleport in the blink of an eye, keenly able to sense presence or ki, and could raise their energy effectively, creating powerful auras, using them as a shield as they were not strong in body. Highly receptive to emotion and even-tempered, the people were gentle and sensitive…but fierce in times of war. Their main weaponry was the bow and quiver, and they had been experts in this unusually rare field.
This time though, they'd been caught off guard, and hadn't any chance of victory. Brutally murdered less than a week ago by an alien race of muscular men… Men, who had horrendous, savage strength and powerful tails. Men…
Who turned even larger within the light of a full moon…
Alone…
The young girl stood unaccompanied…silently contemplating her life and the recent events, which had invaded her thoughts and that, had led to life as it was now. Several things came to mind, and only one major thought stood out above all others.
She wondered what had happened to her mother.
The tiny tow-headed waif glanced around, one finger plugged into her mouth. She was extremely tired and desperately hungry.
The bad men had arrived nigh on night, many light turns ago. On the day they'd come, her mother had quickly grabbed her, running hysterically away into a seaside cavern. It had several high ledges in the interior cave, large enough for a small child to hide. Climbing up several footholds, her mother had placed her on one that had a further inlaid ledge inside it. Giving her several days supply of food and telling her child to stay there and sleep for the night, the mother, frantically insistent that her daughter stay until she came back for her and if she didn't for a least two light turns to come out and hunt for food.
At her child's' frightened whimpering, the mother had hummed a short lulling tune to her before swiftly leaving. The strikingly beautiful little girl was only four years old, and she was cold and shivering, and she knew that her mother had been scared, making her feel fearful as well.
She had never seen her valiant mother so frightened before. It haunted her for days…
The anxious child remembered to come out two days later, but terrified remembrance had sent her right back in her hiding spot. It was now the fourth day. The light was blinding and the temperate air was hot and humid. Her momma had told her that she would see her, but where was she? The food and water rations she had with her were almost gone.
All around her, the massive, granite city lay deserted and crumbling in ruin, its substantial stone buildings toppled over like giant tangled dominoes. The once glorious inner city had been brought down to its knees. There weren't any signs of life that the girl could see, or feel… not one.
She remembered when they had come- big…and scary. That was her name for the two men in the strange armor that she'd seen from where she'd teleported nearby, out of sight, but still seeing everything they'd done. Her people had fought with savage valor, but it still hadn't been enough. Strange, powerful energy had flown from their hands, blasting away at the brave warriors who had been her family and friends. Finally, a short while later, at the dark end of the day… one of the bad men had created a ball of white energy in his hand and had thrown it up, high in the crimson-hued twilight. She had quickly teleported back to her safe haven in the multihued cave when they had done something so frightening- so horrifying, that she couldn't stay to watch any longer.
Shaken and paralyzed with fear, she stayed hidden up until now.
They were gone and so was everyone else- even her mother. Growing weary from standing, she tucked her thumb into her mouth and lay down on a soft piece of springy blue grass in the open tundra. She was too tired and weak to hunt. Her eyes closed as she started to drift into a hauntingly troubled sleep.
Several hours later the small girl jerked awake from a dead slumber to anxiously sit up.
Rubbing her eyes, she stood and fuzzily watched, dismayed as the small round thing approaching from the pink-tinged, ocher sunrise became increasingly larger as it approached the dried up, blackened terrain.
It had the same shape and tone as the things the two men had come in.
It landed with a loud- "Phoom!" Crashing hard into the ground, it created a crater large enough for half a football field. The earth shook hard, making the little girl fall over on her butt with a plop.
"Katsu!" The word ejaculated softly from the young girls mouth, her voice sweetly songlike. She stood…disparagingly rubbing her backside, as she suspiciously eyed the strange object. She quickly jumped back, quite startled as it noisily opened in a downward manner. Being alone for days, she was longingly eager for anyone's company.
"Click…eep-eep-eep-eep-"
A gruff baritone voice quietly said, "Yeah, I am here…" The man appeared to be listening. "Yeah…kkh- what planet are you on?" he growled.
The now extremely frightened child quickly cowered behind some rubble, hesitantly curious as the large man stepped over in her direction. He pushed a button on the covering on his ear and it gave a single click.
"Man, they sure did some job on this baby, looks like there is only one brat left to play…heh."
The tall muscular man with the long spiky hair that reached to the back of his knees pushed the green thing again, and it gave a higher pitched click and began a series of beeps. The girl jumped, startled as the man again resumed his strapping gait. The child started shaking, wishing she'd stayed in her hiding place in the colorful, quartz cavern. She pushed her dirty, white blonde hair behind one slightly pointed ear and adjusted the fur headband across her forehead. She supposed the large man was too smart not to find her. She inadvertently let out a tensed, diminutive sigh.
"Mmm, looks like one very weak ki is here, as thought…" The Saiya-jin elite soldier, known as Raditz, walked closer to the source of energy. He could now hear quiet, infinitesimal breathing and could feel apprehension radiating outward. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction and a crude thrill shuddered through him. The sense of fear turned him on. He hadn't been this excited for some time. He put on his finest menacing tone.
"Come out, come out- Papa's waiting for ya!" He rubbed his palms together, ready for a spot of fun.
Striding towards a large barrage of rocks, he spied something out of the corner of his eye. He could see a tuff of white and a slight figure. He made a noise of dissatisfaction.
'Humph, what is this? A child?' he crustily thought.
Walking further out, he pretended that he hadn't noticed the little waif. He didn't want whoever- or whatever, it was to panic. His primordial Saiya-jin instinct kicked in. He tensed, licking his lips.
The girl waited, trembling. The large man seemed to have disappeared. Her eyes darted quickly to the left of her. Seeing nothing, she quickly drew her eyes to the right.
"Gotcha!"
The girl let out a shrill shriek as he suddenly grabbed her around the neck. He lifted her high up in front of him, cupping her behind with one hand. "Well- well, look at what I've just caught."
Gathering up her courage, the little warrior looked her adversary square in the face. She thought he looked like a big, scary, bad man. He was adorned with similar garments to the awful men that had come the day her momma went away, and had what looked like a tail wrapped around his waist. He had a lot of spiky long hair.
Raditz smirked. "Okay small one, I am not going to hurt you." He moved his hands to put them under her arms and lifted her up, bringing her face up to his, sniffing. He had never seen anything like it, whatever this- it was.
"Beautiful," he divulged aloud.
He looked into her extraordinary eyes. They were kind of mint green, with gold specks. "You look like a lone survivor to me." he stated with harsh verity. "Well, what's your name little one?" He enquired of the girl. "What is your age?"
"Onaka ga s-sukimashita, w-wakarimasen." The child's disintegrated voice was soft and feathery.
"Hmmm- don't speak your language kid, we'll soon remedy that though." He marched over to the pod, his long, hard, muscle bound legs taking lengthy strides.
"It looks like you're coming with me." Raditz got in his spacecraft and roughly hauled the child in and held her in front of him.
The little girl's heart pounded at being in such close proximity to this big, scary, man. His hard armor pressed into her back, making it hurt. She struggled in his fast hold, gasping as a gas like substance hissed out from the pod's side panel. She turned away from the smoky essence and as she turned her head she felt as if she were falling down a long tunnel. She quickly lost all consciousness.
Above her, Raditz smirked as his eyes closed.
After getting down from the air-car Bra unleashed the hoi poi capsule, which held number three, "Hope." She and Marron had traveled for several miles… almost to North City.
"Are you sure you know how to run this thing?" Marron asked Bra doubtfully.
"Yes, Marron- quit worrying!" Bra grabbed Marron and jumped up from the ground, using her energy to float, landing inside the six-seated time machine. They had packed ample suitcases in her room and had taken supplies, food and drinks and had put them in hundreds of little hoi poi's. Bra had remembered the exact coordinates that Pan had set almost a year ago, having had written them down and memorizing them.
Pan had been quite upset at the time, insistent that she wanted to go away for a while, disappear off the face of the planet, not telling anyone what had happened to her. All except Bulma, who'd, helped her by letting her use the first time machine she had built.
The northern galaxy: Planet Veanis…
Pan was in the stage wings, perched delicately on her drum stool, silently contemplating things. She wondered what in the hell she was doing here; she should get her butt back home. She missed everyone. They couldn't even find her here…out in the vast enormous blank of space and time, in a hotel in outer space, run by none other than the man who'd tried to teach her father the, "fine" art of sadism. She snorted at the memory of her father's story. Mr. Shue was from a different timeline and was much younger, but still- he knew her family.
Shelving her thoughts, she sighed and put on her headphones, which led from her CD player and started tapping out the beat of a popular tune. It wasn't exactly her choice of music, but she had to practice everything popular and in vogue at the time.
She loved playing the drums and had done so since she was old enough to bang out a tempo, driving her parents and grandparents bonkers with the heady beat of bass and snare. She had gotten a set when she was ten years old after having lessons for three and a half years, and had a natural knack for rhythm; the punch of the drums had always driven her, enticing her to practice over and over again.
She skipped the first song and went on to the second. She mumbled out the song as she played out the rhythm. She hesitated, waiting for the next track and, throwing herself around wildly as she pounded the drums, she started to sing…
The evil Saiya-jin tyrant, better known as Turles, strode back downstairs in search of a drink. Being rather bored, he'd been resting in his elaborate room, the finest one in the house. It was actually the "Honeymoon" suite. Not that he needed that. He'd never had a mate and he didn't plan on one now. He liked exploring the galaxy alone with his mates. He planned on defeating Frieza himself with a little bit of help of something he'd just acquired.
Housed on a faraway planet, the seeds of a certain Celestial tree had been sold on the open market of a Planet he'd come across a couple of months ago. The planet Adria had its certain advantages- it accommodating one of the major bazaars of the northern galaxy. The seeds had then been planted on a planet rich in energy- it's produce, harvested just for him. He smirked smugly at the thought of quickly becoming stronger than even his mightiest adversary…
He had immediate plans for some outdoor activity in the form of sparring. He vaguely wondered just where those underclassmen of his were. He supposed he could find himself a woman to satiate his boredom instead. He knew the hotel offered concubine services but he preferred to find one on his own, not wanting to pick up any of the various forms of venereal disease.
He suddenly heard the loud beating of something towards a pair of closed French doors as his scouter went off, registering a heightened ki number, and the sound of a female singing drew him in; he was that intrigued. Being typically aloof, nothing out of the ordinary ever sparked his curiosity.
Turles turned off his scouter and opened the doors to find an empty barroom, save for a lone figure in the far side of the spacious area behind something strange and deafening. She was hitting the round objects with sticks and the lilting sound of her voice held him captivated. Her brashly feral actions alone turned him on. He was extremely familiar with the language of earth, and he knew exactly what she was singing…
"You can dress me up in diamonds, you can dress me up in dirt. You can throw me like a lineman, I like it better when it hurts."
Turles eyes widened as he over turned a chair that was placed upside-down on top of a square black table, sitting down on it backwards.
"Oh, I have waited here for you, I have waited. You make me wanna lala…in the kitchen on the floor. I'll be a French maid when I meet you at the door. I'm like an alley cat- drink the milk up I want more. You make me wanna- you make me wanna- scream..."
He sat and listened to her in the dark of the corner, unobserved. He didn't quite care for the beating noise, but was more interested in the breathtakingly lovely female who was doing the pounding.
"You can meet me on an aeroplane, or in the back of the bus. You can throw me like a boomerang, I'll came back and beat you up. Oh, I have waited here for you- don't keep me waiting. You make me wanna lala, in the kitchen on the floor, I'll be a French maid when I meet you at the door, I'm like an alley cat…drink the milk up- I want more. You make me wanna- you make me lala-"
He voraciously drank up the sight of her, her wild flailing motions quickly were intensely turning him on; he decided then and there that he would have her.
"I feel safe with you, I can be myself tonight, it's all right, with you, cause you hold my secrets tight, you do…you do…" Pan sang, the sound of the drums accompanying her voice.
Turles let his mind naturally wander and he imagined her writhing like that under him- he fiercely pounding into her…
"You make me wanna lala lalala lalala you make me wanna lala…in the kitchen on the floor, I'll be a French maid when I meet you at the door, I'm like an alley cat- drink the milk up I want more. You make me wanna you make me wanna scream…"
"Sai'ai no …" he whispered, awestruck. He'd never forget that face, or the body that came with it, for that matter. He watched as she finished the song and then suddenly stopped, appearing eerily spooked.
"Who's there?" she stood and demanded loudly, panting from exertion.
He swiftly left in hyper speed… She sensed an extremely powerful ki, and the hair on her skin rose.
It somewhat frightened and unnerved her to think someone had been watching her; totally dismayed that she'd only just now noticed him...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This epic, set after Dragonball GT, incorporates the Mirai era, as well as Grand Tour's past- during the beginning of Dragon ball Z and is also set in space, several years in the Past, including on Planet Vegeta. (At the end of Dragonball.)
Somewhere in Dragonball, it's stated that one can only use the Hyperbolic Time Chamber (Room of Spirit and Time) twice, but I have Future Trunks use it three times.
Anyone who cannot tolerate reading about Saiya-jin men being hard, mean and brutal to their women, please don't read this. I don't want anyone being offended as this contains extremely graphic- bondage, slightly sadistic behavior and swearing…toned down, of course.
I've taken out the Japanese words that I know are no longer used in fan fiction on this site. The fan fiction world seems to have made major changes in it, including the acceptance and use ofrōmaji. When I first started reading fanfiction on FFN in late 98, this was widely appreciated.
Onaka ga sukimashita = I am hungry.
Wakarimasen = I don't understand.