Author's Notes:
Okay, here is my new fic. Hope you enjoy, please READ and REVIEW when
you are done, I would appreciate it expecially since this is a new story.
BTW: Goku doesn't die at the end of GT. That's... unnecessary.
________________________________________________________________________
CHAPTER 1:
-click- -click- -click-
The tv channels continued to flip with each click of the remote. Goten sighed and waited
for Trunks to find something to watch. It seemed impossible that a TV with hundreds of
channels couldn't produce one decent show. But apparently it was quite possible, and
Trunks stared like a drone at the tv as he continued to flip through the channels.
It was a boring day at Capsule Corp, to say the least. It was one of the occasions where
both Pan and Goten's families were visiting though, but it was raining. Which meant no
sparring outside (their mother's rules, of course), and Vegeta just *had* to break the
gravity room 2 weeks ago. Though the rain had stopped a few minutes ago and the sun
was even threatening the clouds with an appearance, Bulma said that if she found the
tiniest bit of mud in her house they would be licking it up. So there was nothing to do but
find something to do... but to no avail. Goten sighed again and actually began to wonder
how bad it would be to lick up any traces of mud he might track inside.
Bra and Pan walked into the tv room where Trunks and Goten were sitting. They were
equally bored. They had just come from Bra's room and finished poring through her
magazines - they each smelled like 30 different kinds of sample perfumes by now. The
rain didn't do anything for their moods either, and boredom was in the air. 'When all else
fails, there's always the TV,' Bra thought as she casually grabbed the remote off of her
brother and plopped down on another couch. Trunks didn't protest, and put his hand
down a few seconds after he realized it had been robbed of the precious remote. Pan
went to the couch that Trunks was on, and laid her head at one end and smiled as put her
feet in his lap to see if he'd kick her off. He didn't though, instead he shrugged and sat
back. Bra easily found a show on TV.
"How did you do that?," Goten demanded suddenly.
"Do what?," Bra asked, confused.
"Trunks," Goten began again, by this time smiling his usual Son smile, "She found
something to watch in one try."
"Of course I did," Bra said in a teasing voice. "I'm perfect in every way." Goten
raised his eyebrows, and Bra giggled as she threw a pillow at him. He laughed and threw
it back.
Trunks looked at the TV. It was true, she had found something *good* to watch too.
"So?," Trunks asked, shrugging, glad that there was something to do now.
Pan laughed. "Don't you see Trunks?," she asked, throwing a stray pillow back at Goten.
"That's why girls don't spend hours in front of the TV like guys do. We can find what we
want to watch....either that or we just have better things to do than sit around."
"Hey," Trunks retorted throwing a pillow at Pan and catching one that Bra threw at him,
"it just makes up for the time that girls take to apply their faces."
This earned Trunks an evil glare from Bra and a triumphant grin from Goten. Pan's eyes
turned mischevious. Trunks knew a good comeback was coming, and he braced himself.
"No," she began, "THAT makes up for the time that guys take to jerk--"
Gohan picked just that moment to walk in the room. Trunks yelped, surprised, and did
the only thing he could do to get Pan to stop talking in time so Gohan wouldn't hear her.
He took her feet which were so conveniently placed on his lap and began to tickle them
violently.
"AHH!," she screamed and began laughing uncontrollably. Trunks smiled and realized
that he liked making her laugh. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Gohan walk into the
kitchen, and he knew he could stop tickling her now. But looking back at the giggling
girl, he smiled mercilessly as he decided to advance to her ticklish sides. He laughed as he
tickled her, and soon Goten and Bra joined in the laughter too.
Pan continuted to laugh uncontrollably. "Trunks, STOP it, I MEAN IT!," she managed to
say between gasps for breath and laughter.
"Why?," Trunks said thoughtfully, still tickling. "What will you do for me?"
"Behind her knee Trunks!," Goten said laughing. "Tickle her there - but watch out! She
could kick you ya know!"
To Pan, that was quite a good idea, and she kicked Trunks where she knew it would hurt.
"OWWW!," Trunks exclaimed with a pained expression on his face. He bent over and
groaned, but ceased to tickle her as Pan had hoped. The room became silent in a mock
seriousness, as everyone bit back their laughter.
Goten bit his lip and looked at Trunks. "Geez man, I warned ya," he said, smiling with
pity.
"I hope you can still give me neices and nephews, Trunks," Bra joked.
Pan laughed sympathetically and went over to Trunks after wiping the tears from her eyes
that she had gotten from laughing so hard. She sat next to him and moved down to his eye
level, because he was still bent over himself in pain.
Trunks turned his head toward her. "Bitch," he said, smirking at her.
"You know," Pan said, "I WAS going to apoloize for that one, but now I've decided not
to.......bastard." She smiled smugly and laid back down, putting her feet in his lap again.
"I'll get you back," Trunks said, smiling. He wasn't mad at Pan at all, and he wasn't sure
why. He decided he liked it when she was mad too.
"Sure," she said in a sarcastic tone, but winked to show that she wasn't mad, and turned her
attention to the TV. Trunks continued to look at her, but once he saw her eyebrows deepen in
confusion he snapped out of his trance and turned to see what she was looking at. The TV
screen had gone blue. But almost instantly, a news screen came on and a very grim
newscaster sat there with the breaking story in his hands. He cleared his throat and began.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
"Good afternoon, we are sorry to interrupt the current program but we have some
breaking news. Please do not panic. The pictures you are about to see are unbelievable,
yes, but there is no use for panic."
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
The 4 demi-saiyans looked around knowingly at each other, then back at the TV as a
reporter on the scene began to explain what had happened. Bra hugged her knees to her
chest, frightened at what might have happened. Trunks, Goten and Pan were filled with a
mixture of dread yet excitement at what could be a new challenge.
"Dad!," Goten yelled, "Get in here, quick!" Pan and Trunks followed suit and called for
their fathers also. Soon everyone had gathered in the room: Vegeta, Bulma, Gohan,
Videl, Goku, Chichi, and their four kids.
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
The reporter looked over his shoulder nervously and back to the camera as he began, the
microphone in his hand shaking slightly. "I....I'm here aaaat," he hesitated as he tugged at
his collar, "thesiteofabombingbyanalienfromouterspace." ( = the site of a bombing by an
alien from outer space.)
The camera focused on the scene around him as someone more composed than that
reporter continued. "Witnesses say an 'alien' came and 'shot balls of light at this here
mountain with their hands'. Investigators looking into this agree that these people are
indeed official witnesses, er, in other words, what they say is true."
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
Everyone in the room stood in a stunned silence as they took in the news and wondered
what to do next. A sigh was emitted from Goku's lips, and the attention turned to him.
His eyes seemed distant, and everyone stayed silent, looking at him expectantly. Finally he
spoke.
"I've located a power...an evil presence." He said finally. He redirected his words to
Vegeta and Gohan only. "We should go have a little chat with them and find out what
they want. They haven't hurt anyone yet, just destroyed that mountain. Maybe they don't
plan on hurting anyone - or maybe they do. I don't want to just sit here and find out as it
happens."
Gohan nodded and touched Goku's arm, and Vegeta relunctantly did the same as Goku
teleported towards the presence that he had sensed.
Chichi, Bulma, and Videl went back to the kitchen, muttering worriedly. Chichi and Videl
sat around the table as Bulma made some hot tea to calm their nerves.
"Oh," Videl said, sighing nervously, "I hope this isn't what we think it is." The other
women nodded solemnly in agreement.
"If it is," Chichi said, "I really don't see the point in Goten fighting. Gohan, Goku and
Vegeta should be strong enough for whatever it is. Don't you think?"
"You're right," Videl stated. "I really don't want Pan fighting either. She is too young,
there is no way that I will allow her to fight."
"Well....," Bulma said after a minute. "I agree that Vegeta, Goku and Gohan are probably
strong enough....but you know, our children are Saiyans. They crave the challenge. They
crave the intensity."
"Bulma what are you saying?!," Chichi exclaimed.
Bulma put the mugs of tea in front of them on the table and sat down, shifting
uncomfortably in her seat. "Welllll......," she began hesitantly, "What I'm saying, is...Pan,
Goten and Trunks crave the fight. It would do them good to get the extra energy out of
them. They are saiyans you know."
"Half-Saiyans," Chichi said quickly.
"Quarter-Saiyan," Videl followed.
Bulma shook her head. "It doesn't matter." She looked up and dared to continue. At
least there wasn't a frying pan behind Chichi's back just yet. "They have Saiyan blood in
them none-the-less. They are going to want to fight so badly they will ache for it." She
hesitated, then confidently continued, putting more of her attitude into the statement,
"Look, we've got blood-thirsty kids and we've gotta deal with it. That's all I'm saying."
Chichi and Videl looked at eachother doubtfully, then let the subject drop as they sipped
their tea and gradually changed the subject. Soon enough they were talking about
strawberry cookware, as normal mothers with normal children would.
________________________________________________________________________
I've got the whole story outlined in a notebook, but the next chapter might not be out for
a while because I procrastinate... anyway, if I get enough reviews the chapter should be out
before you know it.
Thanks to Meg, cuz she always manages to get me out of writer's block while I'm helping
her get out of HER writer's block! I just get all of these ideas out of nowhere for some
reason.
Review please!
Okay, here is my new fic. Hope you enjoy, please READ and REVIEW when
you are done, I would appreciate it expecially since this is a new story.
BTW: Goku doesn't die at the end of GT. That's... unnecessary.
________________________________________________________________________
CHAPTER 1:
-click- -click- -click-
The tv channels continued to flip with each click of the remote. Goten sighed and waited
for Trunks to find something to watch. It seemed impossible that a TV with hundreds of
channels couldn't produce one decent show. But apparently it was quite possible, and
Trunks stared like a drone at the tv as he continued to flip through the channels.
It was a boring day at Capsule Corp, to say the least. It was one of the occasions where
both Pan and Goten's families were visiting though, but it was raining. Which meant no
sparring outside (their mother's rules, of course), and Vegeta just *had* to break the
gravity room 2 weeks ago. Though the rain had stopped a few minutes ago and the sun
was even threatening the clouds with an appearance, Bulma said that if she found the
tiniest bit of mud in her house they would be licking it up. So there was nothing to do but
find something to do... but to no avail. Goten sighed again and actually began to wonder
how bad it would be to lick up any traces of mud he might track inside.
Bra and Pan walked into the tv room where Trunks and Goten were sitting. They were
equally bored. They had just come from Bra's room and finished poring through her
magazines - they each smelled like 30 different kinds of sample perfumes by now. The
rain didn't do anything for their moods either, and boredom was in the air. 'When all else
fails, there's always the TV,' Bra thought as she casually grabbed the remote off of her
brother and plopped down on another couch. Trunks didn't protest, and put his hand
down a few seconds after he realized it had been robbed of the precious remote. Pan
went to the couch that Trunks was on, and laid her head at one end and smiled as put her
feet in his lap to see if he'd kick her off. He didn't though, instead he shrugged and sat
back. Bra easily found a show on TV.
"How did you do that?," Goten demanded suddenly.
"Do what?," Bra asked, confused.
"Trunks," Goten began again, by this time smiling his usual Son smile, "She found
something to watch in one try."
"Of course I did," Bra said in a teasing voice. "I'm perfect in every way." Goten
raised his eyebrows, and Bra giggled as she threw a pillow at him. He laughed and threw
it back.
Trunks looked at the TV. It was true, she had found something *good* to watch too.
"So?," Trunks asked, shrugging, glad that there was something to do now.
Pan laughed. "Don't you see Trunks?," she asked, throwing a stray pillow back at Goten.
"That's why girls don't spend hours in front of the TV like guys do. We can find what we
want to watch....either that or we just have better things to do than sit around."
"Hey," Trunks retorted throwing a pillow at Pan and catching one that Bra threw at him,
"it just makes up for the time that girls take to apply their faces."
This earned Trunks an evil glare from Bra and a triumphant grin from Goten. Pan's eyes
turned mischevious. Trunks knew a good comeback was coming, and he braced himself.
"No," she began, "THAT makes up for the time that guys take to jerk--"
Gohan picked just that moment to walk in the room. Trunks yelped, surprised, and did
the only thing he could do to get Pan to stop talking in time so Gohan wouldn't hear her.
He took her feet which were so conveniently placed on his lap and began to tickle them
violently.
"AHH!," she screamed and began laughing uncontrollably. Trunks smiled and realized
that he liked making her laugh. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Gohan walk into the
kitchen, and he knew he could stop tickling her now. But looking back at the giggling
girl, he smiled mercilessly as he decided to advance to her ticklish sides. He laughed as he
tickled her, and soon Goten and Bra joined in the laughter too.
Pan continuted to laugh uncontrollably. "Trunks, STOP it, I MEAN IT!," she managed to
say between gasps for breath and laughter.
"Why?," Trunks said thoughtfully, still tickling. "What will you do for me?"
"Behind her knee Trunks!," Goten said laughing. "Tickle her there - but watch out! She
could kick you ya know!"
To Pan, that was quite a good idea, and she kicked Trunks where she knew it would hurt.
"OWWW!," Trunks exclaimed with a pained expression on his face. He bent over and
groaned, but ceased to tickle her as Pan had hoped. The room became silent in a mock
seriousness, as everyone bit back their laughter.
Goten bit his lip and looked at Trunks. "Geez man, I warned ya," he said, smiling with
pity.
"I hope you can still give me neices and nephews, Trunks," Bra joked.
Pan laughed sympathetically and went over to Trunks after wiping the tears from her eyes
that she had gotten from laughing so hard. She sat next to him and moved down to his eye
level, because he was still bent over himself in pain.
Trunks turned his head toward her. "Bitch," he said, smirking at her.
"You know," Pan said, "I WAS going to apoloize for that one, but now I've decided not
to.......bastard." She smiled smugly and laid back down, putting her feet in his lap again.
"I'll get you back," Trunks said, smiling. He wasn't mad at Pan at all, and he wasn't sure
why. He decided he liked it when she was mad too.
"Sure," she said in a sarcastic tone, but winked to show that she wasn't mad, and turned her
attention to the TV. Trunks continued to look at her, but once he saw her eyebrows deepen in
confusion he snapped out of his trance and turned to see what she was looking at. The TV
screen had gone blue. But almost instantly, a news screen came on and a very grim
newscaster sat there with the breaking story in his hands. He cleared his throat and began.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
"Good afternoon, we are sorry to interrupt the current program but we have some
breaking news. Please do not panic. The pictures you are about to see are unbelievable,
yes, but there is no use for panic."
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
The 4 demi-saiyans looked around knowingly at each other, then back at the TV as a
reporter on the scene began to explain what had happened. Bra hugged her knees to her
chest, frightened at what might have happened. Trunks, Goten and Pan were filled with a
mixture of dread yet excitement at what could be a new challenge.
"Dad!," Goten yelled, "Get in here, quick!" Pan and Trunks followed suit and called for
their fathers also. Soon everyone had gathered in the room: Vegeta, Bulma, Gohan,
Videl, Goku, Chichi, and their four kids.
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
The reporter looked over his shoulder nervously and back to the camera as he began, the
microphone in his hand shaking slightly. "I....I'm here aaaat," he hesitated as he tugged at
his collar, "thesiteofabombingbyanalienfromouterspace." ( = the site of a bombing by an
alien from outer space.)
The camera focused on the scene around him as someone more composed than that
reporter continued. "Witnesses say an 'alien' came and 'shot balls of light at this here
mountain with their hands'. Investigators looking into this agree that these people are
indeed official witnesses, er, in other words, what they say is true."
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
Everyone in the room stood in a stunned silence as they took in the news and wondered
what to do next. A sigh was emitted from Goku's lips, and the attention turned to him.
His eyes seemed distant, and everyone stayed silent, looking at him expectantly. Finally he
spoke.
"I've located a power...an evil presence." He said finally. He redirected his words to
Vegeta and Gohan only. "We should go have a little chat with them and find out what
they want. They haven't hurt anyone yet, just destroyed that mountain. Maybe they don't
plan on hurting anyone - or maybe they do. I don't want to just sit here and find out as it
happens."
Gohan nodded and touched Goku's arm, and Vegeta relunctantly did the same as Goku
teleported towards the presence that he had sensed.
Chichi, Bulma, and Videl went back to the kitchen, muttering worriedly. Chichi and Videl
sat around the table as Bulma made some hot tea to calm their nerves.
"Oh," Videl said, sighing nervously, "I hope this isn't what we think it is." The other
women nodded solemnly in agreement.
"If it is," Chichi said, "I really don't see the point in Goten fighting. Gohan, Goku and
Vegeta should be strong enough for whatever it is. Don't you think?"
"You're right," Videl stated. "I really don't want Pan fighting either. She is too young,
there is no way that I will allow her to fight."
"Well....," Bulma said after a minute. "I agree that Vegeta, Goku and Gohan are probably
strong enough....but you know, our children are Saiyans. They crave the challenge. They
crave the intensity."
"Bulma what are you saying?!," Chichi exclaimed.
Bulma put the mugs of tea in front of them on the table and sat down, shifting
uncomfortably in her seat. "Welllll......," she began hesitantly, "What I'm saying, is...Pan,
Goten and Trunks crave the fight. It would do them good to get the extra energy out of
them. They are saiyans you know."
"Half-Saiyans," Chichi said quickly.
"Quarter-Saiyan," Videl followed.
Bulma shook her head. "It doesn't matter." She looked up and dared to continue. At
least there wasn't a frying pan behind Chichi's back just yet. "They have Saiyan blood in
them none-the-less. They are going to want to fight so badly they will ache for it." She
hesitated, then confidently continued, putting more of her attitude into the statement,
"Look, we've got blood-thirsty kids and we've gotta deal with it. That's all I'm saying."
Chichi and Videl looked at eachother doubtfully, then let the subject drop as they sipped
their tea and gradually changed the subject. Soon enough they were talking about
strawberry cookware, as normal mothers with normal children would.
________________________________________________________________________
I've got the whole story outlined in a notebook, but the next chapter might not be out for
a while because I procrastinate... anyway, if I get enough reviews the chapter should be out
before you know it.
Thanks to Meg, cuz she always manages to get me out of writer's block while I'm helping
her get out of HER writer's block! I just get all of these ideas out of nowhere for some
reason.
Review please!