Breakdown; Chapter one- Innocent Fun
Disclaimer- I do not own anything Dragon ball/z/gt related so *don't* sue me! You won't get anything!
Author Note; This story, like all my others (read them if you haven't or you will be slightly confused)
stems from my Ice timeline (for all you traditionalists out there, no, the androids never came,
no they never beat cell, but yes, they are still just as strong) But unlike my other ones, this one
does not center entirly around Gohan *ducks flying vegetables* Hey hey hey! that doesn't mean he
won't be in it! He'll still have a main role, but he won't be the cause of the story. Now then,
as always, I have screwed up everyone's ages to fit the needs of my timeline, so instead of you
all counting your fingers and toes, I did the math for you.
Trunks- 17 and able to hit SSJ2 and bordering three (ok, I know there are technicalitys about not having
a tail, but I don't know them. If you would like to tell me, put a comment in.)
Goten- 16 and able to hit SSJ2
Gohan- 28 and able to acheive his Mystic level
Bra- 10 and able to hit Super Saiyen
Goku and Vegeta can both hit SSJ 4. (ok, some sources tell me there are only three levels of
Super Saiyen. Others tell me there are five. I remember someone rambling about 20- then again,
he isn't all in his right mind... but the point is I don't know, and If you know any facts that
are incorrect PLEASE tell me!) Oh yes, Gohan is married to Videl and they have Pan who is eight
All right, lets get this show on the road! oh, and one more thing- I don't know the personalitys
of Goten and Trunks that well, so I'm going on what I've heard. Now, for real this time! here we go!
WHY had he let Goten talk him into this? It wasn't as if he didn't know what was going to
happen. WHY did he have to go along with it? Trunks grinned to himself. The same reason Goten
always went along with *his* pranks. It was fun and they knew it, even if the consequence was sometimes
hiding out for a few days while the victim cooled down. But really, they hadn't played that sort
of prank for a long time. Trunks allowed himself an outward smile. In a fit of nostalgia for the
'old days', they had slightly tampered with the Gravitron machine. Vegita hadn't found out yet,
but Trunks really didn't want to be in the way of his father's temper. Goten, of course, had stayed to
see the results, knowing he could get out of there before Vegita was able to think clearly enough
to accuse him of anything. Trunks would have stayed to, but he had the strange urge to be by himself.
In the Capsule Corporation compund, nearly no matter where he went he could remain unbothered
because it was so huge, but his prank ruined that. It definitely was not safe to be in the same
general area as his father when he got angry. But if he wanted to be alone, why did he come to the city?
Always teeming with people, this city was always jam packed full of noise. A regular dweller
of the city would find nothing wrong with the constant traffic jams and the loud cursing of cab drivers as
a foolish bicyclist or pedestrian cut him off, and Trunks didn't much mind the noise either. It
was the people who bothered him. Through growing up, there had been a small amount of aliens who
had come to Earth to carry off the Dragon Balls. These beings were almost always defeated easily
by the Z fighters, sometimes without even breaking a sweat. But there were one or two occaisions where
the enemy was actually tactful and seemingly had the upper hand for a short period of time. Before
being squashed with Bulma's science and Goku and Vegeta's might.
Trunks was haunted by what-ifs.
What if that opponent had been slightly stronger. What if that opponent had been slightly smarter.
What if the Z force had been slightly weaker. These caused him to be cautious of anything strange
or out of the ordinary. No, he didn't jump every time someone looked at him strangely, or even stared
openly. This was to be expected. He was the son of a famous genius. He was the son of a well known and
destructive warrior. He had purple hair. But mostly, he was always followed by a flock of girls.
Sometimes they stayed a block away, sometimes they 'casually' passed him by, careful to brush against
him. He could sense them even now. Highly erratic and random chi's traveling close in a pack, at
most, twenty feet away. How annoying. He came to get away from people and wound up in the city,
surrounded by people and followed by girls. Suddenly the crowd was stifleing. He'd had his
commune with technology, and now it was time to leave. He couldn't just take off- he didn't want that
much attention. He needed to get out of the city, and then fly. The quickest way was back where
he came, but that would mean through the herd of girls. straight ahead would take forever on foot.
Trunks decided to try an alley. people didn't normally hang out in these dark crevices left between
buildings for the obvious reason of muggers and and violence. Neither worried Trunks. The trick was
to turn down the alley so that whomever was following you wouldn't notice. It had to be timed.
The next alley he came upon was perfect. A bus had just halted, spilling enough people onto
the sidewalk to sheild Trunks momentarily. He took this opportunity to duck in the alley, then waited, wondering
if it had worked. Minutes later, a close-knit group of girls wandered slowly down the sidewalk,
eyes glued ahead, wondering where their prey had got to. Trunks sighed, relieved. He still couldn't
fly away, but now he could have a bit of solitude. Or maybe not. As he turned to begin his trek
out of the city, he ran directly into someone and knocked the person down.
'Aw crap, I'm not in the mood for this today,' he thought, thinking that the person was a
mugger. He looked down- and saw that this was not a mugger at all. It was a girl, who had obviously
been carrying a load of books because they were now scattered all over the alley. She was glaring
at him.
"Well?" she demanded, beginning to gather up the many books.
"Well...what?" asked Trunks, a little confused. She wasn't swooning. She wasn't flirting.
She was perfectly calm. Who was this girl?
"Are you going to help me pick up my books or not? Men haven't changed at all." Changed from
what? Trunks wondered. But he bent and helped her gather her books. When she had them all, the stack went
over her head.
"Do you want some help?" Trunks asked, trying to be polite to make up for earlier. The girl
raised an eyebrow.
"No. My mother told me not to go with strangers." Trunks stared. "I was kidding! No, I
don't need any help. I live right near here. Thanks anyway." She walked out into the hustle and bustle
of the city. Trunks sighed and continued. He had gone only a short way when a thought struck him.
What was a girl with an armload of books doing in a dark alley?
'She must be new to the city,' he decided. He left it at that and decided to go meet
Goten. Vegita Probably would have discovered the prank by now and half the Capsule Corp could
very well be blown up. He was out of the city and began to fly, keeping his chi low, just in case
his father was feeling murderous for some reason. He spotted Goten's chi near his house and headed that way,
meeting up with him just as he walked out the door. Goten flew up to meet Trunks.
"My my aren't we feeling solemn today," he joked. Trunks smiled. "C'mon, let's go. I just
got chewed out by my mom about that little joke. My dad went to distract yours from killing us."
"What exactly did we do to the Gravitron?" Trunks asked as they headed off to the forest.
"I dunno. Those wires couldn't have been *that* important." Chuckled Goten. The conversation went
back and forth in a light, bantering form until the two reached a suitable spot for sparring. It
was a small clearing, surrounded by trees. They descended and began. It was a relaxed sort of fight.
Neither was hitting hard, and even if they were, the other was quite able to block. Trunks soon found
himself babbling on about anything at all, as he often did when he was around his friend.
"...and so I turned down this alley, you know?" Punch, kick. "Totally lost 'em. You should
have seen the looks on their faces." Kick kick punch.
"You are so nice. When girls start following me around, I just enjoy it!" Goten switched
to offense and Trunks began blocking.
"Right. *When* they start following you." Block, block, punch.
"Hey, I'm cute too, you know." block, fake, punch.
"If you say so." Block, block. The conversation continued like this until Trunks had related
the afternoon.
"So let me get this straight." Said Goten in between attacks. "You had that weird look on your
face today because you met a girl who didn't swoon over you?"
"NO!" Said Trunks, furiously blocking Goten's kicks. "Its just, she doesn't seem to know her way
around. She was wandering around an alley!" Block block block.
"Uh-huh. Suuuuure. Trunks has a girlfriend! Trunks has a girlfriend!"
"I do not! ouch!" One of Goten's ounches had finally gotten through Trunks defenses.
"All right, it's on now!" He challenged as they broke away for a second.
"Bring it on lover boy! Do it for your girlfriend!" Teased Goten. The fight was back on-
but not for long. "WOAH!" Goten went flying into a tree trunk. Trunks hovered over and helped Goten
pry himself out.
"That'll teach you to mess with the Prince of Saiyens." Joked Trunks. Goten grinned and
grasped Trunks arm. A quick flip later and Trunks was prying himself out of the ground.
"And that'll teach you to let your gaurd down, highness." Goten hovered down to the ground.
"Lunch time!" He declared- or, rather, his stomache declared.
"It's past noon. Didn't you eat?" Trunks asked.
"Fine. Snack time!" And the two Saiyens were off in a mad dash around the forest, each
to hoard his food before the other got there. The lazy day wore on and soon both demi-saiyens
found themselves at their homes, each tired from sparring all day, but none to hurt. Trunks
forgot his melancholy mood and dozed to slumberland. Goten, however, stayed wide awake, his mind
busy with the conversation in the forest. What he wouldn't give to meet this girl... planned properly,
this could turn out to be one unforgettable prank... Tomorrow he'd begin.
Ok, so hows that for a taste test? the plot gets more involoved- its not a love story
(I said I'd never do another of those, and I am sticking to that!) This one was particularly hard
to type because my 'e' button seems to be sticking. tee~hee give me your reviews
and I'll put out another! Until next time, toodles!
~mysticGohan33~
Disclaimer- I do not own anything Dragon ball/z/gt related so *don't* sue me! You won't get anything!
Author Note; This story, like all my others (read them if you haven't or you will be slightly confused)
stems from my Ice timeline (for all you traditionalists out there, no, the androids never came,
no they never beat cell, but yes, they are still just as strong) But unlike my other ones, this one
does not center entirly around Gohan *ducks flying vegetables* Hey hey hey! that doesn't mean he
won't be in it! He'll still have a main role, but he won't be the cause of the story. Now then,
as always, I have screwed up everyone's ages to fit the needs of my timeline, so instead of you
all counting your fingers and toes, I did the math for you.
Trunks- 17 and able to hit SSJ2 and bordering three (ok, I know there are technicalitys about not having
a tail, but I don't know them. If you would like to tell me, put a comment in.)
Goten- 16 and able to hit SSJ2
Gohan- 28 and able to acheive his Mystic level
Bra- 10 and able to hit Super Saiyen
Goku and Vegeta can both hit SSJ 4. (ok, some sources tell me there are only three levels of
Super Saiyen. Others tell me there are five. I remember someone rambling about 20- then again,
he isn't all in his right mind... but the point is I don't know, and If you know any facts that
are incorrect PLEASE tell me!) Oh yes, Gohan is married to Videl and they have Pan who is eight
All right, lets get this show on the road! oh, and one more thing- I don't know the personalitys
of Goten and Trunks that well, so I'm going on what I've heard. Now, for real this time! here we go!
WHY had he let Goten talk him into this? It wasn't as if he didn't know what was going to
happen. WHY did he have to go along with it? Trunks grinned to himself. The same reason Goten
always went along with *his* pranks. It was fun and they knew it, even if the consequence was sometimes
hiding out for a few days while the victim cooled down. But really, they hadn't played that sort
of prank for a long time. Trunks allowed himself an outward smile. In a fit of nostalgia for the
'old days', they had slightly tampered with the Gravitron machine. Vegita hadn't found out yet,
but Trunks really didn't want to be in the way of his father's temper. Goten, of course, had stayed to
see the results, knowing he could get out of there before Vegita was able to think clearly enough
to accuse him of anything. Trunks would have stayed to, but he had the strange urge to be by himself.
In the Capsule Corporation compund, nearly no matter where he went he could remain unbothered
because it was so huge, but his prank ruined that. It definitely was not safe to be in the same
general area as his father when he got angry. But if he wanted to be alone, why did he come to the city?
Always teeming with people, this city was always jam packed full of noise. A regular dweller
of the city would find nothing wrong with the constant traffic jams and the loud cursing of cab drivers as
a foolish bicyclist or pedestrian cut him off, and Trunks didn't much mind the noise either. It
was the people who bothered him. Through growing up, there had been a small amount of aliens who
had come to Earth to carry off the Dragon Balls. These beings were almost always defeated easily
by the Z fighters, sometimes without even breaking a sweat. But there were one or two occaisions where
the enemy was actually tactful and seemingly had the upper hand for a short period of time. Before
being squashed with Bulma's science and Goku and Vegeta's might.
Trunks was haunted by what-ifs.
What if that opponent had been slightly stronger. What if that opponent had been slightly smarter.
What if the Z force had been slightly weaker. These caused him to be cautious of anything strange
or out of the ordinary. No, he didn't jump every time someone looked at him strangely, or even stared
openly. This was to be expected. He was the son of a famous genius. He was the son of a well known and
destructive warrior. He had purple hair. But mostly, he was always followed by a flock of girls.
Sometimes they stayed a block away, sometimes they 'casually' passed him by, careful to brush against
him. He could sense them even now. Highly erratic and random chi's traveling close in a pack, at
most, twenty feet away. How annoying. He came to get away from people and wound up in the city,
surrounded by people and followed by girls. Suddenly the crowd was stifleing. He'd had his
commune with technology, and now it was time to leave. He couldn't just take off- he didn't want that
much attention. He needed to get out of the city, and then fly. The quickest way was back where
he came, but that would mean through the herd of girls. straight ahead would take forever on foot.
Trunks decided to try an alley. people didn't normally hang out in these dark crevices left between
buildings for the obvious reason of muggers and and violence. Neither worried Trunks. The trick was
to turn down the alley so that whomever was following you wouldn't notice. It had to be timed.
The next alley he came upon was perfect. A bus had just halted, spilling enough people onto
the sidewalk to sheild Trunks momentarily. He took this opportunity to duck in the alley, then waited, wondering
if it had worked. Minutes later, a close-knit group of girls wandered slowly down the sidewalk,
eyes glued ahead, wondering where their prey had got to. Trunks sighed, relieved. He still couldn't
fly away, but now he could have a bit of solitude. Or maybe not. As he turned to begin his trek
out of the city, he ran directly into someone and knocked the person down.
'Aw crap, I'm not in the mood for this today,' he thought, thinking that the person was a
mugger. He looked down- and saw that this was not a mugger at all. It was a girl, who had obviously
been carrying a load of books because they were now scattered all over the alley. She was glaring
at him.
"Well?" she demanded, beginning to gather up the many books.
"Well...what?" asked Trunks, a little confused. She wasn't swooning. She wasn't flirting.
She was perfectly calm. Who was this girl?
"Are you going to help me pick up my books or not? Men haven't changed at all." Changed from
what? Trunks wondered. But he bent and helped her gather her books. When she had them all, the stack went
over her head.
"Do you want some help?" Trunks asked, trying to be polite to make up for earlier. The girl
raised an eyebrow.
"No. My mother told me not to go with strangers." Trunks stared. "I was kidding! No, I
don't need any help. I live right near here. Thanks anyway." She walked out into the hustle and bustle
of the city. Trunks sighed and continued. He had gone only a short way when a thought struck him.
What was a girl with an armload of books doing in a dark alley?
'She must be new to the city,' he decided. He left it at that and decided to go meet
Goten. Vegita Probably would have discovered the prank by now and half the Capsule Corp could
very well be blown up. He was out of the city and began to fly, keeping his chi low, just in case
his father was feeling murderous for some reason. He spotted Goten's chi near his house and headed that way,
meeting up with him just as he walked out the door. Goten flew up to meet Trunks.
"My my aren't we feeling solemn today," he joked. Trunks smiled. "C'mon, let's go. I just
got chewed out by my mom about that little joke. My dad went to distract yours from killing us."
"What exactly did we do to the Gravitron?" Trunks asked as they headed off to the forest.
"I dunno. Those wires couldn't have been *that* important." Chuckled Goten. The conversation went
back and forth in a light, bantering form until the two reached a suitable spot for sparring. It
was a small clearing, surrounded by trees. They descended and began. It was a relaxed sort of fight.
Neither was hitting hard, and even if they were, the other was quite able to block. Trunks soon found
himself babbling on about anything at all, as he often did when he was around his friend.
"...and so I turned down this alley, you know?" Punch, kick. "Totally lost 'em. You should
have seen the looks on their faces." Kick kick punch.
"You are so nice. When girls start following me around, I just enjoy it!" Goten switched
to offense and Trunks began blocking.
"Right. *When* they start following you." Block, block, punch.
"Hey, I'm cute too, you know." block, fake, punch.
"If you say so." Block, block. The conversation continued like this until Trunks had related
the afternoon.
"So let me get this straight." Said Goten in between attacks. "You had that weird look on your
face today because you met a girl who didn't swoon over you?"
"NO!" Said Trunks, furiously blocking Goten's kicks. "Its just, she doesn't seem to know her way
around. She was wandering around an alley!" Block block block.
"Uh-huh. Suuuuure. Trunks has a girlfriend! Trunks has a girlfriend!"
"I do not! ouch!" One of Goten's ounches had finally gotten through Trunks defenses.
"All right, it's on now!" He challenged as they broke away for a second.
"Bring it on lover boy! Do it for your girlfriend!" Teased Goten. The fight was back on-
but not for long. "WOAH!" Goten went flying into a tree trunk. Trunks hovered over and helped Goten
pry himself out.
"That'll teach you to mess with the Prince of Saiyens." Joked Trunks. Goten grinned and
grasped Trunks arm. A quick flip later and Trunks was prying himself out of the ground.
"And that'll teach you to let your gaurd down, highness." Goten hovered down to the ground.
"Lunch time!" He declared- or, rather, his stomache declared.
"It's past noon. Didn't you eat?" Trunks asked.
"Fine. Snack time!" And the two Saiyens were off in a mad dash around the forest, each
to hoard his food before the other got there. The lazy day wore on and soon both demi-saiyens
found themselves at their homes, each tired from sparring all day, but none to hurt. Trunks
forgot his melancholy mood and dozed to slumberland. Goten, however, stayed wide awake, his mind
busy with the conversation in the forest. What he wouldn't give to meet this girl... planned properly,
this could turn out to be one unforgettable prank... Tomorrow he'd begin.
Ok, so hows that for a taste test? the plot gets more involoved- its not a love story
(I said I'd never do another of those, and I am sticking to that!) This one was particularly hard
to type because my 'e' button seems to be sticking. tee~hee give me your reviews
and I'll put out another! Until next time, toodles!
~mysticGohan33~