Author's Note: I'm back for another go at the Dragon Ball C fan fiction universe myself and Dr. Snooch created. If you haven't read his stuff, you should check him out. He hasn't written anything in a while, but it's some funny stuff. Is this fic meant to replace The Garden? No. I just don't feel comfortable writing a fanfiction sequel to Resurrection 'F' while the true sequel, Dragon Ball Super is airing. It's a weird thing with me, I know. Am I going to finish "Still Meant to Be"? Well, despite getting reviews left and write for me to continue the story, I just don't have any interest at all in revisiting that story.
In any case, enjoy this spin off of Dragon Ball C about two stoners' adventure! Also, if you want to see the cover art for this image at it's original size check out my Deviant Art page. Deviant username is Nickyjoet.
Dragon Ball C
Trunks & Broly: Hazed and Perplexed
The apartment building's third floor seemed to always be in a perpetual state of haziness, the sweet, pungent stench of marijuana was heavy as a misty smoke hung in the air. Complaints had recently arisen that apartment 301 was home to an abundance of illegal activity, but after an emergency call came from the apartment a year ago, an entire squad of policemen went missing, so, superstitious, the police would do nothing, and the rest of the floor had been vacated, leaving the occupants of apartment 301 the entire third level of the building.
Trunks, his lavender hair long and pulled back into a ponytail, lounged on the couch, wearing only a pair of dirty sweats and socks. His blue eyes were bloodshot, and he slowly leaned forward, grabbing the glass bong from the coffee table. The green miracle herb was already packed into the pipe on the end of the stem, charred from prior use. Trunks placed his mouth against the mouthpiece and poked a finger into the bowl, using a miniscule amount of energy to relight the herb. It began to glow bright orange, and he tugged his finger out and sucked in the air from the tube, watching a beautiful white trail of smoke edge up toward his mouth. His eyes fluttered shut as the warm smoke filled his half-saiyan lungs, and he held it in, pulling the bong from his lips. He then let the smoke from his lungs, puffing it out of his mouth. A pleasant smile crossed his lips and he sat back, holding the water pipe in his lap.
The pleasantness of the moment was abruptly interrupted as the door to his apartment was flung open, a tall, lanky figure wading through the smoke into the home. Trunks looked up, briefly startled until he saw it was just his roommate, Broly coming toward him. The other man seemed excited, holding what appeared to be a paper flyer in his hand. His long, shaggy black hair billowed out from under a Satan City Demons baseball cap, and he wore a Satan City Demons t-shirt under a black trench coat that seemed a bit too large for him.
"Dude," the pure-blooded saiyan said.
"What?" Trunks replied curiously.
"Dude!"
"What, man?" the half-saiyan replied, a bit less patiently.
"Check this shit out!" Broly held the flyer out to Trunks.
Trunks took the leaflet and studied it. The image on the paper was a photo of Satan City taken from a helicopter, and in big bold text it said 'Marijuana Jamboree'. The event would be hosted by Satan City's own Mr. Satan, and would be held in two days and it would last for three. Food and music would be present, as well as some well known celebrities.
"They just made weed legal in Satan City and Mr. Satan is having a big fuckin' party at his hotel. There is gonna be smoking, and drinking, and all kinds of shit, man." Broly said excitedly, plopping down to sit next to his friend, looking at the flyer.
Trunks was wide-eyed, enamored at the thought of this event. In his timeline, weed was outlawed all over, and he left due to the conflict that arose over the highly sought after herb. He had found a home in the past, and the progressiveness of the timeline was a huge bonus. Perhaps he and his partner could have their own weed shop in Satan City if they could get licensed to do so. But this party sounded awesome, and being surrounded by people who loved weed as much as he did was something he couldn't pass up.
"We gotta go." Trunks said, looking over at his friend with a grin.
"We're going. We're gonna scrounge every last bit of our cash from dealing together and we're gonna get into this party." Broly said, jabbing his finger into the flyer repeatedly.
"Maybe I'll even get laid; God knows it's been a while." Trunks sighed and slumped back against the couch, tossing the flyer aside. He plucked the bong up from his lap and handed it to his friend, who immediately lit up and took a long hit.
Broly exhaled smoke, and sucked it right back into his lungs and promptly began to cough, harsh puffs of smoke escaping his lungs. Hacking, he shook his head, placing the water pipe on the coffee table, "Screw getting laid, man, we're gonna smoke so much legal weed, and party like we used to in our own timeline."
"You still think about that?" Trunks asked curiously.
"Yeah, I miss those crazy parties we used to go to. Drug lords in the future threw the wildest parties."
Trunks had little to say about that, feeling as though perhaps his old friend was reminiscing too hard about the life they got away from. He shoved the thought aside and stood up, "We should get ready, what're we bringing? An extra set of clothes and some pot?"
"Damn straight we're bringing some pot." Broly said, crossing his arms over his chest, "And I'm bringing my party clothes."
Trunks laughed as he entered his room, "Seriously? You're gonna wear that at the party?"
"Why the fuck not, dude?" Broly chuckled, "Parties are wild. How much you wanna bet that the majority of the people there are gonna be dressed in some crazy shit?"
"I see your point," Trunks snickered, poking his head out of his room to grin at his friend, "I'm just gonna wear my usual shit."
"Suit yourself, man." The tall saiyan stood up from the couch and went to his room to start packing. He laughed with sudden vigor, shouting loudly, "This party is gonna be fucking sweet, dude!"
-DBC-
With an overstuffed backpack filled with both he and Broly's things hanging off of his shoulder, Trunks stood outside of their apartment building waiting for his tall friend. The tall saiyan exited the building soon enough, a lit joint in his mouth.
"Is that what took you so long? I've been standing out here for ten minutes waiting for you." Trunks said irritably.
"Hey, man," Broly said, his brows coming together, "I just rolled a perfect joint for the flight, shit takes time." He sucked in some smoke and then plucked the joint from his lips and handed it to his friend.
Trunks took it and pressed it between his lips as he slowly lifted into the air, taking flight as he took a long hit, Broly following suit, exhaling smoke from his lungs as they picked up some speed, heading out of the city to the country freeway that would take them to Satan City.
The half-saiyan could feel the buzz coming over him, his body relaxing as they flew. Flying side by side with Broly, he plucked the joint from his mouth and handed it off to the other saiyan. Taking it between his lips, the saiyan puffed on it, but not before he lurched downward.
Startled, Trunks looked down, only to have the same happen to him. The two crashed into the dead grass on the side of the freeway, coughing and cursing.
"What the fuck?" Broly roared, plucking the snuffed and ruined joint from his lips. He tossed it aside and looked over at Trunks who was picking himself up out of the dirt.
"Can we not fly when we're baked?" The lavender haired saiyan groaned.
"Obviously not," Broly said as he stood straight, dusting his trench coat and jeans off, "Well this sucks."
Trunks looked to the nearby road, watching a few cars go by. "We're gonna have to hitch a ride. This road goes nowhere for at least two hundred miles."
"If we gotta; I am not missing this party." Broly said with a firm nod as he marched to the edge of the road and began walking backward, an arm outstretched, a thumb pointing skyward.
Trunks checked his bag, making sure their glass bong was still intact. Miraculously, the sturdy water pipe was whole. Zipping the bag back up and tossing it back over his shoulder, Trunks rushed over to his friend and joined him in gesturing for a ride.
-DBC-
After two hours and only four miles of walking, Trunks and Broly sat on the side of the road, sharing a joint. The sun was high in the sky marking the time to be around noon, and the two friends were just about abandoning hope.
"You know," Trunks started, pausing to take a long inhale on the joint Broly had fashioned as they sat roadside. He exhaled and handed the doobie off to his partner, "if we weren't so fucking dependant on this shit, we could fly all the way there and make it by tonight."
Broly shrugged and took a hit, exhaling through his nose, smoke rising from his nostrils like cartoon steam from an angry cartoon bull. "Yeah, well what fun would that be?" he snickered glumly and handed the joint back over to Trunks.
A car in the distance caught the lavender haired saiyan's attention as he placed the cigarette between his lips. He pulled on the joint and lifted his arm up, thumb up to signal at the car as it came closer, and much to his surprise the car pulled over in front of them and the dim passenger window came down and a beautiful, familiar blonde woman was revealed, grinning at the both of them.
"I thought that purple head of hair looked familiar," #18 said with a laugh, "Long time no see, Trunks."
Grinning, Trunks stood up, "You're a fuckin' life saver." He took a long drag on the joint, and snuffed it out in the grass before opening the passenger door in the back of the car so he and Broly could enter.
Trunks slid into the back seat and saw Krillin, looking healthier than last he saw him, in the driver's seat. Broly had to slouch in the back, as the car was a bit too small for his tall frame. Krillin and #18 both looked back at them, the former of the two smirking.
"18 said she thought she saw you up ahead, Trunks, and I knew if it was true, I had to pick you up." He said with a smile, "You did so much for me when I was down on my luck. It's the least I can do to pay back a little of what I owe."
#18 nodded as Krillin pulled back onto the road and continued driving, "Krillin told me about how you took him in when he was homeless, and how it allowed him to be found by Goku so he could get trained back to his former self. It was really sweet of you."
"Hey, it's no sweat," Trunks said with a modest shrug, "You don't owe me anything. I bet you would've done the same for me if it were the other way around."
#18 continued to face him, smiling at Trunks, her fierce blue gaze locked on him. She wore her usual sleeveless jean jacket, and jean skirt, but without the white and black striped undershirt and the black leggings. It looked stunningly good on her.
"So, where are you guys headed?" Krillin asked, his eyes glancing briefly to the rearview mirror at the two in his back seat.
Broly spoke up, "We're headed to Satan City for that huge fuckin' weed party Mr. Satan is holding at his hotel."
"No fucking shit?" #18 asked with obvious excitement, turning around completely, her knees planted firmly in her seat as she leaned against the back of it while staring at the two potheads. "That's where we're headed!"
"You two are stoners?" Trunks asked with a laugh.
Krillin shook his head, "I'm not. I'm just the driver," he chuckled, "18 is the pothead."
"Yeah, Krillin's just a stick in the mud." #18 rolled her eyes, but she was quick to get back on topic, "You guys bring your shit?"
Trunks snickered and unzipped his backpack, and he and Broly both carefully pulled their bong from the bag, presenting it dramatically to the android woman.
"This is our baby," Broly said, "Birthed from the future, made from glass salvaged from the wreckage of the former West City, we have taken it upon ourselves to honor the fallen by using it to smoke dank ass weed."
"We like to think that the smoke we exhale is a lost soul finding its way to the afterlife," Trunks added, "Makes the experience more spiritual."
#18 was silent for a moment, her smile fading, "You mean that bong is made from the city my future self destroyed?" she asked.
Trunks and Broly both fell silent.
"Oh… Fuck, 18," Trunks said solemnly, "I didn't even think about that."
#18 couldn't hold her frown and she burst out laughing, "I'm just fucking with you guys, I don't give a shit what an alternate version of me did."
Trunks and Broly let out a relieved laugh, both of them feeling a tad dumb, still holding their bong. The half-saiyan eventually pulled the bong into his lap.
#18 nodded at Trunks, "You wanna light up?"
"I always wanna light up," the lavender haired saiyan said with a snicker.
The android turned and looked at Krillin, "You mind if we smoke, baby?"
"Roll the windows down and you can smoke as much as you want," the bald man said with a nervous laugh, "I just don't want to bring this rental back smelling like the marijuana."
With Krillin's permission given, Broly pulled a small baggy of bud from a trench coat pocket and he packed the bowl and the three took turns taking hits from the bong.
-DBC-
"So I'm stuck fighting your brother, right? He's got me down, beating my face in," Trunks was nearing the end of his story, looking directly at #18 and chuckling, "And Broly is fighting off the fucking nano-bots that 17 had filtered into the Super Coke. So this fucking guy," he jabs a finger into Broly's arm, "this fucking guy goes berserk, shelling out all of his energy into his super saiyan form, he uses so much energy that it destroys every last nano-bot in his system, but it also blew off his clothes."
"Oh my fucking God," #18 chuckled, looking from Trunks to the embarrassed Broly, but her gaze ended up back on Trunks so he could finish.
"So he charges at 17, hulking and naked. I blast myself away from him just in time and Broly grabs him up in a bear hug and fucking smashes him to pieces."
"Wait, what? You killed my brother?" #18 asked, obviously distressed at the news.
"Nah," the tall saiyan shook his head, "Trunks had his granddad put him back together and reprogram him. He's working as a park ranger now, I think." He looked to his friend for confirmation.
"Yeah, he's living just north of North City last I checked," Trunks said with a nod.
"Fuck, I was wondering how the two of you could so casually tell me my brother had been killed." #18 slumped against her chair, her blond hair blowing in the wind as it rushed through the car from each of the four open windows. She smirked at the two in the back seat.
"So Krillin," Trunks reached forward, nudging the short man's shoulder, "if 18 is such a pothead how come you never brought her by to get some product?"
The bald man chuckled, "She grows it herself. We've got a small plantation by our place."
"No shit?" Trunks asked with a disbelieving chuckle, he looked to #18 then, "How many strains you got growing?"
"OG Kush," the blonde woman said proudly, "That's it for now."
"Fuck yeah," Trunks nodded.
"You guys grow?"
Broly nodded his head from side to side, "Yeah, but we don't have a plantation. We have a few pots growing our own special strain."
"We call it the Makafushigi Adventure," the lavender haired saiyan said dramatically.
"Is that the shit we've been smoking?" #18 asked curiously.
"Nah, we're saving it for the party. We only have a limited supply, and we don't have the means to recreate the strain."
"It's from the future?"
"You bet your ass it's from the future," Broly said proudly, a prideful grin crossing his lips. "Our strain is a hybrid of two strains that don't even fucking exist yet in your timeline."
"Yeah, so to tell you what they are, we might be altering this timeline's history. That shit doesn't fly with the Time Patrol." Trunks added.
"Didn't you already alter the timeline?" #18 asked smugly.
The half-saiyan slumped back in his seat and nodded, "Yeah. I guess I already did."
The three went silent after that, each in their own thoughts. #18 eventually turned around and stared out her window as they traveled down the road. Night edged closer, the sky turning from blue to a hazy orange in the horizon, and back to blue that got darker and darker until a black night fell over them, the only light guiding their way the headlights of the car.
A motel came into view and Krillin pulled in and parked. The place was small, and a single floor. It seemed dingy and dirty, but it was the last lodging until Satan City and the four had surely been through worse before. Krillin turned to look at Trunks and Broly.
"We're stopping here for the night, obviously," the bald man said, "We're gonna be leaving at seven in the morning, if you guys aren't up we're not gonna wait for you. So if you want a ride there, be up nice and early." He smirked before hopping out to go to the front desk to pay for a couple of rooms, and #18 went with him, leaving the guys out by the car.
"I might take a walk. I've been cramped in that car too long, dude." Broly said, stretching his body out.
"Good, you've been slouched for six hours. I'll keep the door open for ya." Trunks smiled, pulling a joint from one of the backpack's pockets. He handed it to his friend.
Broly took it with a wide grin and started off heading off behind the motel, leaving the half-saiyan by himself.
Trunks leaned his back against the car, staring up at the night sky. He fantasized about the future, ironically. What would this future hold for him? Would Broly be on board opening a weed dispensary in Satan City? It was an ambitious idea, as his friend and he would have to pack up and move to Satan City, as well as spend thousands of dollars opening a business and purchasing the necessary licenses to sell. And because of their fresh start in a new timeline, their criminal record was nonexistent, so their background checks would come back clean. The thought of opening a shop in the city was becoming more than just a pipedream.
The sound of keys jingling nearby brought him out of his thoughts and he put his attention on #18 who was standing with one hand on her hip, the other outstretched with a door key hanging from a numbered medallion.
"You're room is number 5, me and Krillin are 6," she said, "We're neighbors for the night!" she chuckled, her brows rising playfully.
Trunks took the key and smiled.
"Where's the big guy?"
"He went for a walk to stretch." The half-saiyan cocked his head toward the back of the building where his friend had disappeared.
"You wanna smoke 'til he gets back? Krillin is gonna sleep."
Trunks was hesitant, looking at #18 with a small measure of curiosity. In his timeline #18 was literally a cold-eyed killing machine. But here she was fun. She was married to some little dork who fancied himself a fighter. But what's more, she seemed to be getting closer to him, with every little thing she said having a flirtatious vibe to it. If there was one thing Trunks could never imagine happening, it was a murderous android flirting with him.
"Yeah, sure, been smoking all day, why stop now, right?" he laughed and went to the door numbered 5 and opened it with his key.
The room was small, which was unsurprising. There were two beds that looked to be older than time itself. The shag carpet was orange and stained from years of use without replacement, and the walls were a bright pink. And to top it all off there was a door to the bathroom that hung open, showing the dirty tiled floor and the porcelain toilet that was rusted and old.
"Fuck." Trunks said in disbelief. He was used to living in filth, but at least at home it was his own filth; he knew how that grime got there.
He and #18 walked into the room slowly, looking around, expecting to see a group of cockroaches scattering about. Trunks walked up to the bed and dropped the backpack from his shoulder and set it on the bed, which creaked under the weight of the bag. With a sigh, Trunks turned and sat down, the likely rusted springs creaking loudly, making the half-saiyan's eyes close tightly.
"Oh my God, Trunks, what the hell is this?" #18 asked, having wandered toward the bathroom.
Trunks was quick to look over at her. She was standing, staring down at the carpet. The half-saiyan stood up and walked over, and peered at the carpet where a big, brown stain of unknown origin lay.
"Someone was definitely murdered here," Trunks said sardonically.
#18 laughed, "That's sick."
The saiyan walked right back to the bed and pulled the bong from his pack. #18 lowered herself onto the bed, the mattress creaking under her. She pulled her legs up under her, sitting comfortably as she watched Trunks pack the bowl. He held it out to her, offering her the first hit. #18 didn't hesitate, she took the bong from Trunks and poked her finger into the bowl, lighting the contents with a miniscule amount of energy from her infinite supply. She pulled from the glass mouthpiece, inhaling smoke. She passed it back to the half-saiyan, and held the smoke in before coughing it out of her lungs.
As Trunks took a hit, #18 watched him, smiling wide.
"So, how do you get as fucked up as you possibly can?"
The saiyan laughed, smoke coming out in puffs as he handed it to the android, "To get as fucked up as I've ever been? I smoke a little Makafushigi Adventure and use ki to enhance the experience."
"Ki? Can you show me?"
Trunks nodded his head, "Yeah. Go ahead and cash the bowl." He then dug into his pack and pulled out a small bag of nuggets lightly colored purple.
"You're gonna smoke your strain? I thought you were saving it?"
"You asked about getting as fucked up as I can, and this is it. Just don't tell Broly." Trunks snickered as he pulled a silver herb grinder from a side pouch.
He placed a single nugget into the grinder and began turning the cap, shredding the nugget into bits. #18 smoked from the bong until the weed in the bowl was charred and spent.
"Broly and I do this every time we smoke Makafushigi," he said, taking the bong from the cyborg and emptying the cashed bowl into the ashtray on the nightstand. He started to pack the bowl again with the shredded green and purple herb, "I take a huge hit, and then I exhale with a burst of ki right in Broly's face. He inhales both my exhaled smoke and the ki, and the ki does something to the smoke. It fucks him up crazy hard. And he does the same to me."
"So it's like shotgunning?" #18 asked incredulously.
"Fuck, no. I'm not making out with him. I'm just blowing smoke at him with a bit of my energy. It's like… Here, just…" a frustrated and flustered Trunks brought the bong to his lips and fired up the bowl with some ki. The chamber became foggy with smoke as he heaved it into his lungs powerfully. A white aura of flame surrounded his form suddenly, and he stared right at #18. He then exhaled powerfully, the smoke and flame aura melding together as it launched at #18. The cyborg was quick to inhale, taking in the exhaled smoke and energy.
The android coughed out the smoke, and she placed a hand on her head, "Oh… Fuck."
"Right?" Trunks snickered and took a long hit from the bong.
#18 collapsed back on the bed, squirming from side to side on the creaking mattress, "Holy shit this is awesome."
The half saiyan exhaled, watching the woman squirm and writhe on the bed in pure euphoria. It was somehow really sexy to him. Well, he knew how it was sexy, as a girl wearing a short jean skirt and jacket was writhing this way and that on a motel room bed, so of course it was sexy. But not only was this woman with Krillin; she was a killer in his timeline, so the thought of being attracted to her, as he had contemplated earlier, was farfetched. He had to admit, however, that he enjoyed her company, and this #18 was a lot cooler than the one from his timeline. Trunks had always thought she was pretty, he admitted that much to the gang when he traveled to the past previously.
"Mm, what's wrong?" #18 asked as she slowly sat up, a dumb, tired grin planted on her face as she stared at Trunks.
"Huh?" the saiyan shook away from his thoughts.
"You're way spaced out right now, you're not that high, are you?" she chuckled.
Smirking, Trunks shook his head, "Nah. I'm just thinking."
"What'cha thinking about?" #18 scooted closer to Trunks, listening intently, high as a kite.
Honestly, the half-saiyan was thinking about quite a bit. He was questioning he and Broly's friendship, especially after the tall saiyan talked so fondly of the drug parties they used to attend in their timeline. He was questioning his own sanity as he was growing far too attracted to the cyborg he used to fear, growing so attracted he had just spent one of their home grown nuggets to show her the highest high of her life. And then there was his dream of a weed shop.
"I wanna open a weed dispensary in Satan City." Trunks said.
"No shit?" #18 asked excitedly, grinning stupidly in her euphoric state, "That'd be fucking sweet!"
"It'd be pretty rad. We could grow Makafushigi Adventure and all kinds of other shit and sell it legally. Now's the perfect time to open one, I think."
"Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah! What does Broly think about it?" #18 asked, scooting right up next to him, making them hip to hip.
"I haven't told him about it yet," Trunks admitted sheepishly, reaching up to rub the back of his neck, "He seems caught up in other things right now. It's probably not the time."
"Wow, you told me about this before your best friend? I feel pretty special right now," #18 giggled tiredly and closed her eyes as she rested her head down on Trunks' shoulder, "Mmm, I'm hungry."
The half-saiyan snickered and leaned over and scooped her up into his arms, "Let's get you to your room so you can sleep. That stunt I just pulled is getting to you pretty hard."
#18 just mumbled as Trunks lifted her and left the room with her.
-DBC-
Broly had walked far away from the motel; walking through tall grass as he smoked the last joint Trunks had given him. He was high, but still functional enough that when he came to a cliff's edge, he stopped, letting out an irritated curse now that his much needed walk was brought to a sudden halt. He started to walk along the edge of the cliff, but upon looking down at the field below, he had to rub his eyes and take a second look at what he swore was a huge field of marijuana, with stems of budding flowers sprouting out in all directions. It was. It was a huge field of weed, and in the distance there was a building and a tower, with flood lights all over. He could see figures walking about, obviously guarding the place.
"Holy shit," Broly said to himself as he stared in awe at the plantation. He had to tell Trunks.
He turned and broke into a sprint toward the motel, as flying was out of the question. It took him at least twenty minutes to get there and he saw a door was still open a slight crack and assumed it was Trunks.
He rushed into the room, panting, and the first thing he saw was Trunks hiking his sweats up quickly, lounging on the bed.
"Fuck dude, I didn't expect you back!" Trunks coughed smoke, his cheeks red as he held the bong in his lap, attempting to hide the obvious erection in his pants.
Broly stared at his friend in slight disgust, "Were you just…?"
"Yes. But shut up about it, fuckin' tell me why you're so excited."
The tall saiyan pointed out the door, "I found a fucking weed plantation out there, man, with a fucking guard tower and shit."
"Let's go check it out." Trunks smirked and got up, suddenly uncaring that his sweats were protruding forward from the crotch.
Trunks grabbed the key to the room, and the two friends left.