A/N: Don't be too alarmed by the setting of this chapter. It is not
something out of "Star Wars".
And with that, I must go into the disclaimer before letting you go: I do not own DBZ, SM, Titanic, or Romeo and Juliet. I am a FAN and this is a FANfic. Great logic, huh? I would also like to note that I have made it clear that I don't own these so to save typing time I might not put disclaimers on my future chapters. So there, you can't sue me! Why am I wasting your time, you need to read!
"..." is talking, '...' is thought, [...] is AN, (...) is extra info but part of the fic, ... means trailed off, -- means interrupted. Enjoy and remember to review!!!
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Trunks surveyed the scene with despair. His time machine had smashed into the side of a shop, and it looked like it was beyond repair. He was stranded in the past! He flew down to see what he could save from the wreckage as the shop owner came out screaming.
"What do you think you are doing, punk? Trying to destroy my shop?! You see that wall, there? You almost put a hole right through it! Scared all my customers away, you did! I can't do business with people like you around. Honestly, young people these days, they have no respect--"
"Um, excuse me, sir," Trunks interrupted. "It was a complete accident. You see, I'm a stranger in this land, and--"
The anger from the native's face was suddenly erased and replaced with a welcoming smile as he cut in, "Oh, of course, forgive me. Watashi wa Mitoki, the owner of this shop. It's just that, between shoplifting and destruction, my temper is getting shorter with young people, even if it isn't their fault. Are you perhaps traveling on the Selenity?"
"Arigato, demo I think this was mostly my fault, if anyone's. Watashi wa Trunks. I don't know what you mean by 'the Selenity'; I am from another part of... um... Earth." (He was relieved to see that the man, Mitoki, didn't find this odd, so he must still be on his home planet.) "I used my machine to... um... teleport, yeah, and I ended up here where it malfunctioned and crashed." He was also glad that Mitoki nodded and seemed to understand the word 'teleport', so perhaps in this time they did have high enough technology that Trunks would be able to fix his time machine.
Trunks reached down into the wreckage and found that the machine wasn't as badly damaged as he had feared. The controls definitely needed work, as did the hatch, but overall, he guessed that repair was possible (although it would take a long time) with the right parts. He found the button on the outside and pushed. The time machine popped back into its capsule and Trunks put it away.
"This needs a lot of work, so it looks like I'll be stranded here for awhile, " he said, standing and addressing Mitoki. "Know a place where I can stay?"
Mitoki looked at him closely. "Actually... I do," he replied. "I am in desperate need of help in my shop and you look like you could do the job. [he eyed Trunk's muscles] Would you like to work for me? Living quarters are on the second floor, there's a spare bedroom you can use. Food cost are on me. You'll get paid every week. Perhaps with money you'll be able to buy the parts you need to fix your machine. What do you say?"
Trunks didn't need to think twice. "Hai, it's a deal!" he cried, shaking Mitoki's hand.
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Weeks and months passed. Mitoki became like the father Trunks never knew. The shop-owner had become very close to the strange lavander-haired boy and often secretly gave Trunks more food than bargained for, or even hiding little tips of money or scrap metal in his room.
Trunks was happy. He had found a great friend. The job wasn't hard- it was mostly running the shop and making deliveries. Although he missed his home in the future, he couldn't help loving this little port town, where for the first time in his life, there was no danger of androids. Yet Trunks was steadily buying more and more parts with the money he earned to return to the future. He could be seen late into the night attempting to fix the machine, bit by bit...
As for the date, Trunks was still unsure. When he had first asked Mitoki, the man replied, "This is 999, the Year of Pluto. Let us celebrate, for the millennial Year of the Moon fast approaches!" Trunks was very confused and asked whether it was 999 A.D. or B.C. This caused Mitoki confusion and he replied, "We live during the Silver Millennium, if that is what you mean." Still having a million questions in his head, Trunks nodded and years were never discussed again between the two.
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It was the middle of spring. The sun was shining and birds were singing. Throughout the port city, gardens bloomed and trees blossomed. Trunks was indeed in a wonderful mood when he returned from a delivery. He called into the shop to tell Mitoki about an amazing ship he'd seen in the harbor, but his voice became lost in his throat at a glance in the shop. The shelves were empty. Boxes scattered the floor, most closed and full. The cash register was empty and awaiting packing. Suddenly, the curtain was pulled aside from behind the counter and Mitoki stepped out, carrying two more boxes.
"Mitoki, what is all this?" asked Trunks, perplexed.
Mitoki set down the boxes. "Ah, my boy, sit down. I have something to tell you." Trunks sat on a nearby box and stared. "My brother cam several weeks ago while you were on a delivery. I had not seen him since he left many years ago to sail the seas of space. I never knew what had become of him- until now. He had promised before he left, years ago, that one day when his thirst for adventure was quenched, he would find the perfect spot for a space shop among the stars. We would run it together and be famous, and..." He trailed off. "He finally returned. I can stay here no longer. I am deep in debt, Trunks, and need a new life. My brother bought me a ticket upon the Selenity." Trunks gasped; that was the name of the ship he had seen in the harbor. "When she sets sail tomorrow, I will be with her. That is why I had the huge clearance sale last week- to sell all I could. You may have whatever you wish of what I cannot bring along. The Duke of Wilder has bought this shop and will take over that day after I leave. He may be very different from I, but please treat him with the same respect you show me. I will miss you very much, but--"
Trunks smirked and interrupted, "So you really think you can get rid of me that easily."
"Gomen, Trunks, but there are no tickets left. There weren't many to begin with, as it is the Queen's vessel. And it will be a very long trip and--"
"So I will loose my only friend and hope in this new world to a boat. Thanks for the comparison."
"Oh, gomen nasi! I knew this would be tough. If only..."
A ring cut through his thoughts. The communicator- a mix of a telephone and a walkie talkie (probably like a cell phone)- was making the noise. Mitoki picked it up from the counter. "Moshi moshi?"
"Hello Mitoki. How have you been?"
"Warren! Long time, no see. I've been better. Not to be rude, but is your call of utmost urgency? Cause I'm kinda busy..."
"Well yes. I need to confirm your ticket for the Selenity. You board tomorrow, sometime after sunset, with the Third class group, correct?"
"Hai. Precisely."
"Well, arigato. There was a huge mix up with tickets, and we were all given the duty of calling everyone who bought one to try to find and correct the error. No luck yet. And there's more trouble. The Selenity's crew is running low; many of the sailors went on a diplomatic mission and won't return for a long time. The captain has been desperately looking for new recruits that will be quick to learn, but he's had no luck yet either. He's so desperate now he was roaming the streets earlier, pulling aside and begging anyone who looked strong enough to help. I reckon he'll even hire someone without a background check, interview, or anything now. I mean, after all, the Selenity is the Queen's ship..."
"Warren, you are a beacon of hope!" interupted Mitoki. "Bless you! Domo arigato! Good luck with the tickets. And goodbye for now."
Mitoki put the communicator down on the counter and quickly hurried over to Trunks. "At last! We have found the solution to your problem- in a mere call. We must hasten to the dock immediately!"
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This chapter is probably the slowest of them all. Please review. After all, "Reviews are the ink for the author's pen." So keep em coming! Ja ne!
~Calli-chan
P.S. If you want to be notified of updates, email me at callistostar786@hotmail.com
And with that, I must go into the disclaimer before letting you go: I do not own DBZ, SM, Titanic, or Romeo and Juliet. I am a FAN and this is a FANfic. Great logic, huh? I would also like to note that I have made it clear that I don't own these so to save typing time I might not put disclaimers on my future chapters. So there, you can't sue me! Why am I wasting your time, you need to read!
"..." is talking, '...' is thought, [...] is AN, (...) is extra info but part of the fic, ... means trailed off, -- means interrupted. Enjoy and remember to review!!!
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Trunks surveyed the scene with despair. His time machine had smashed into the side of a shop, and it looked like it was beyond repair. He was stranded in the past! He flew down to see what he could save from the wreckage as the shop owner came out screaming.
"What do you think you are doing, punk? Trying to destroy my shop?! You see that wall, there? You almost put a hole right through it! Scared all my customers away, you did! I can't do business with people like you around. Honestly, young people these days, they have no respect--"
"Um, excuse me, sir," Trunks interrupted. "It was a complete accident. You see, I'm a stranger in this land, and--"
The anger from the native's face was suddenly erased and replaced with a welcoming smile as he cut in, "Oh, of course, forgive me. Watashi wa Mitoki, the owner of this shop. It's just that, between shoplifting and destruction, my temper is getting shorter with young people, even if it isn't their fault. Are you perhaps traveling on the Selenity?"
"Arigato, demo I think this was mostly my fault, if anyone's. Watashi wa Trunks. I don't know what you mean by 'the Selenity'; I am from another part of... um... Earth." (He was relieved to see that the man, Mitoki, didn't find this odd, so he must still be on his home planet.) "I used my machine to... um... teleport, yeah, and I ended up here where it malfunctioned and crashed." He was also glad that Mitoki nodded and seemed to understand the word 'teleport', so perhaps in this time they did have high enough technology that Trunks would be able to fix his time machine.
Trunks reached down into the wreckage and found that the machine wasn't as badly damaged as he had feared. The controls definitely needed work, as did the hatch, but overall, he guessed that repair was possible (although it would take a long time) with the right parts. He found the button on the outside and pushed. The time machine popped back into its capsule and Trunks put it away.
"This needs a lot of work, so it looks like I'll be stranded here for awhile, " he said, standing and addressing Mitoki. "Know a place where I can stay?"
Mitoki looked at him closely. "Actually... I do," he replied. "I am in desperate need of help in my shop and you look like you could do the job. [he eyed Trunk's muscles] Would you like to work for me? Living quarters are on the second floor, there's a spare bedroom you can use. Food cost are on me. You'll get paid every week. Perhaps with money you'll be able to buy the parts you need to fix your machine. What do you say?"
Trunks didn't need to think twice. "Hai, it's a deal!" he cried, shaking Mitoki's hand.
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Weeks and months passed. Mitoki became like the father Trunks never knew. The shop-owner had become very close to the strange lavander-haired boy and often secretly gave Trunks more food than bargained for, or even hiding little tips of money or scrap metal in his room.
Trunks was happy. He had found a great friend. The job wasn't hard- it was mostly running the shop and making deliveries. Although he missed his home in the future, he couldn't help loving this little port town, where for the first time in his life, there was no danger of androids. Yet Trunks was steadily buying more and more parts with the money he earned to return to the future. He could be seen late into the night attempting to fix the machine, bit by bit...
As for the date, Trunks was still unsure. When he had first asked Mitoki, the man replied, "This is 999, the Year of Pluto. Let us celebrate, for the millennial Year of the Moon fast approaches!" Trunks was very confused and asked whether it was 999 A.D. or B.C. This caused Mitoki confusion and he replied, "We live during the Silver Millennium, if that is what you mean." Still having a million questions in his head, Trunks nodded and years were never discussed again between the two.
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It was the middle of spring. The sun was shining and birds were singing. Throughout the port city, gardens bloomed and trees blossomed. Trunks was indeed in a wonderful mood when he returned from a delivery. He called into the shop to tell Mitoki about an amazing ship he'd seen in the harbor, but his voice became lost in his throat at a glance in the shop. The shelves were empty. Boxes scattered the floor, most closed and full. The cash register was empty and awaiting packing. Suddenly, the curtain was pulled aside from behind the counter and Mitoki stepped out, carrying two more boxes.
"Mitoki, what is all this?" asked Trunks, perplexed.
Mitoki set down the boxes. "Ah, my boy, sit down. I have something to tell you." Trunks sat on a nearby box and stared. "My brother cam several weeks ago while you were on a delivery. I had not seen him since he left many years ago to sail the seas of space. I never knew what had become of him- until now. He had promised before he left, years ago, that one day when his thirst for adventure was quenched, he would find the perfect spot for a space shop among the stars. We would run it together and be famous, and..." He trailed off. "He finally returned. I can stay here no longer. I am deep in debt, Trunks, and need a new life. My brother bought me a ticket upon the Selenity." Trunks gasped; that was the name of the ship he had seen in the harbor. "When she sets sail tomorrow, I will be with her. That is why I had the huge clearance sale last week- to sell all I could. You may have whatever you wish of what I cannot bring along. The Duke of Wilder has bought this shop and will take over that day after I leave. He may be very different from I, but please treat him with the same respect you show me. I will miss you very much, but--"
Trunks smirked and interrupted, "So you really think you can get rid of me that easily."
"Gomen, Trunks, but there are no tickets left. There weren't many to begin with, as it is the Queen's vessel. And it will be a very long trip and--"
"So I will loose my only friend and hope in this new world to a boat. Thanks for the comparison."
"Oh, gomen nasi! I knew this would be tough. If only..."
A ring cut through his thoughts. The communicator- a mix of a telephone and a walkie talkie (probably like a cell phone)- was making the noise. Mitoki picked it up from the counter. "Moshi moshi?"
"Hello Mitoki. How have you been?"
"Warren! Long time, no see. I've been better. Not to be rude, but is your call of utmost urgency? Cause I'm kinda busy..."
"Well yes. I need to confirm your ticket for the Selenity. You board tomorrow, sometime after sunset, with the Third class group, correct?"
"Hai. Precisely."
"Well, arigato. There was a huge mix up with tickets, and we were all given the duty of calling everyone who bought one to try to find and correct the error. No luck yet. And there's more trouble. The Selenity's crew is running low; many of the sailors went on a diplomatic mission and won't return for a long time. The captain has been desperately looking for new recruits that will be quick to learn, but he's had no luck yet either. He's so desperate now he was roaming the streets earlier, pulling aside and begging anyone who looked strong enough to help. I reckon he'll even hire someone without a background check, interview, or anything now. I mean, after all, the Selenity is the Queen's ship..."
"Warren, you are a beacon of hope!" interupted Mitoki. "Bless you! Domo arigato! Good luck with the tickets. And goodbye for now."
Mitoki put the communicator down on the counter and quickly hurried over to Trunks. "At last! We have found the solution to your problem- in a mere call. We must hasten to the dock immediately!"
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This chapter is probably the slowest of them all. Please review. After all, "Reviews are the ink for the author's pen." So keep em coming! Ja ne!
~Calli-chan
P.S. If you want to be notified of updates, email me at callistostar786@hotmail.com