THREE DIMENSIONS
CHAPTER 2
"Yes. Come over. Bring everybody." Bulma hanged up the phone.
"That was Gohan. He's coming over."
Mirai Trunks and Pan's heads shot up at once. "Gohan?"
Bulam nodded and looked around the lounge room at the strange group. Three of the number, strangely enough were her sons. Mirai Trunks and Mirai Pan sat together on the sofa, Trunks, Goten, Pan and Bura on the floor, Vegeta against the wall with the other Trunks beside him, and the other Pan, as far away from them as possible, leaning on the opposite wall.
"Trunks, are you my son from the future? The one that came before?" Bulma directed at mirai Trunks.
He politely nodded. "Yes Bulma..."
"Is THAT what you call your own mother!?!" She demanded.
He winced but was smiling nevertheless. "No kaasan."
"Better."
Pan frowned at the other Pan. The one least like her. "Why is your name not Pan?" It still puzzled her somewhat that two out of three were named the same yet...
Serpia smirked. "I was told, when I was little, it was my Grandmother's name." She said softly.
"On which side?" Mirai Pan asked.
"By that we mean Satan Ojii or Goku Ojii." Pan said, nearly finishing her counterparts thought. They smile at each other slighty.
Serpia frowned. "Goku?"
They all looked at her confused.
Vegeta then snorted. "Kakaroto's human name."
Serpia frowned. "I do not understand."
Bulma grinned comfortingly. "This universe is much different than yours. Who you know as Kakaroto is named Goku."
"I think I remember that somewhere." Prince Vegeta said.
Serpia glared. "He was a great man. One that you murdered." She said coldly.
The young Prince smirked. "Now I remember. He was killed by my father was he not? A great battle. Heard all over Vegetasei. Pity he died."
Serpia snarled. "He had done nothing! Kakaroto was even one of YOUR father's elite! There had been no reason to kill him! None but the size of his Ego!"
He looked at her with angry eyes. "He was a threat to the crown. He dared to exceed my father. To contend with the Vegeta family is to lose."
Vegeta looked at him frowning, then at the other Pan, Serpia. "Brat, you miss understand."
Prince Vegeta looked at him and bowed his head slighty. "Yes Oou-sama."
Both Trunks where surprised at the title.
If Vegeta was feeling anything about the title he ignored it. "If Vegetasei had never been destroyed like in your world, Saiya-jin tradition follows. The strongest is King.
Our bloodline holds the power of the Super saiya-jin, we have ruled for millenias. Kakarot is the legendary."
Mirai Trunks and Goten looked at him in shock. That must've cost him to say.
Prince Vegeta scowled. "I have heard this. However that mystical power up did not help him and Kakarot was defeated." He stated blandly.
"It's a miracle any third-class could reach the Super Saiya-jin level at all!"
Goten and all the Pans frowned.
"True." Vegeta smirked. It felt good to have someone agree with him nowadays.
Suddenly a scream, no, many screams came from the door way.
"GOKU! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELEPORT WITHOUT WARNING ME!?!"
"Yes Chichi." Came the meek reply.
Moments later a crowd of people stood in the door way.
Mirai Pan and Serpia's eyes widened as small gasps left their lips.
"Hey Trunks!" Goku said cheerfully, waving at the younger man. "You've grown!"
Mirai Trunks's cheeks tinged but his face was one of welcome. "Goku-sama."
"Nah. Just Goku. You should know better." He turned to look at his stunned family then back at the group in the lounge. "Heeeeey.....Wow! There are three of you!"
Serpia frowned. Prince Vegeta and Vegeta scowled.
"Pan-chan?" Gohan said bewildered, looking in turn at each young woman, before settling on the one with the telltale orange bandana.
"Hi Dad."
Mirai Pan gripped her mate's hand, her eyes filling with tears.
"It's okay Pan chan." Mirai Trunks whispered comfortingly. She could only nod.
Videl looked around in numb shock. "What..."
"Sit down guys. We'll explain." Bulma smiled a smile of welcome.
Several minutes later....
"So you're from this other universe we've never heard of, you guys are from the future am I right?" Goku pointed to each in turn. Mirai Trunks nodded.
"Thing is, we don't know why or how we got here."
Gohan looked at the alternate Pan named Serpia. "You say in your world we never went to Earth?"
Serpia looked at him, a strange expression on her face. "Yes."
"Hey how come your name isn't Pan?" Goku asked, eating a piece of cake that Bulma had brought in a while ago.
Her frown deepened. She looked at Goku with shadowed eyes. "I do not mean any offense ojii-san, but, in my world you were never this...stupid. Why is that?"
Vegeta smirked. Goku shrugged.
"Dad hit his head a short while after he arrived on Earth. It erased all his Saiya-jin memories and programing plus well...his intelligence." Gohan explained.
Serpia nodded slowly. Another example of how this was not her world. Not her family. "My ojii-san Kakaroto conquered Earth as a child. He regretted that act afterwards and managed to save the small amount of humans that weren't slaves."
"Humans were slaves?" Bura said with a concerned frown.
"Yes. We used them for burden or some of our scientists recruited them for test subjects. I believe that was after My father came into reign." Prince Vegeta filled in with curt coldness.
Serpia frowned and narrowed her eyes but said nothing.
"But wouldn't the Queen..." Bulma started.
Prince Vegeta laughed. "There WAS no Queen! My mother, yourself in my world was assassinated before my Father become King. I heard my Father's wrath lead to the destruction of that particular murder's race's solar system destroyed. The remenants are still killed upon sight."
Bulma's mouth opened in horror. She looked at Vegeta.
"If I was the man I had once been, yes. That would have happened." He supplied to her silent question.
Trunks looked at his counter part. "Do you approve of such acts?"
Prince Vegeta smirked and looked at him with eerie eyes that were the same as his own. "I believe it is a waste of good materials for just the life of one woman. But the decision was my father's."
Trunks looked at his father briefly before looking down.
Mirai Trunks shook his head. "It is a waste. But more so in lives. Kaasan would never have wanted so many destroyed lives for her." Bulma nodded in silent agreement.
"Again. It was not my affair."
Serpia glared. "Of course not." She said sarcastically.
"Whoa. Okay. How about we get to matters at hand?" Goku held up his hands, breaking the tension as he always did.
"I'll....I'll..." ChiChi looked at Bulma, then at her mate. "I'll start Dinner Goku-sa?"
Bulma smiled. These matters rarely concerned them and through years of being with Saiya-jin matters and their stomachs, both women knew when to butt out.
Videl nodded slighty. "I'll help."
They waited until the women went.
Gohan pushed back his glasses. "Who would want the Trunks and Pan of only these worlds brought together?..."
"Or killed." Vegeta finished. "It's logical that the only reason would be to destroy them. Why bother if not?"
"Or whoever they are want to use us." Pan said thoughtfully. So far either didn't sound good.
"How about just revenge?"
They all turned to the new female voice. Mirai Pan screamed and lept up, her ki shooting up in an instant.
"JINZOUNINGEN!!" She snarled with pure hatred, drawing her fists back.
"Pan no!" Mirai Trunks held her back. "She isn't like our 18! In this world she's good!"
"Let me go! She should die for killing them!" She screamed, struggling wildly.
[A/N: Notice I wrote 18 instead of the japanese Juuhachigou. It is simply because the latter takes too long to type and I'm already over exerting with all the different Trunks and Pans.]
18 looked at them lifting an eyebrow in query.
"LET ME GO!" Pan screamed. Trunks stepped up to help his counterpart, holding her back also.
"It's true. I married her after all."
Mirai Pan stopped and stared at the short graying man who was grinning contagiously.
"Hey guys."
Mirai Trunks grinned at the man. "Krillen-san."
Mirai Pan glared at the android. "I do not trust you android."
"Please do, my mom isn't evil." Marron waved at Goten and winked.
"Mom?" Mirai Pan stared at the blonde.
18 looked at her. "You must be the other Pan from the future. Yes. Marron is my daughter."
"Daughter?" There was even disblief in Mirai Trunks's voice. He let his mate go.
" A surprise for me too." 18 sat down in a nearby chair.
Trunks and Marron rejoined Goten, Pan and Bura on the floor.
"You are an android." It was a statement. Prince Vegeta said with interest.
18 looked at him. "Yeah?"
"Interesting. I would not have thought a mud ball like this would have such technology. But we got our information from Earth as well. Interesting."
Goten looked at him. "Do we want to know?"
"They used humans and made them into high-priced assassins." Serpia said bitterly.
"We didn't want to know." Goten finished.
Prince Vegeta shrugged.
"GUYS! DINNER'S READY! COME AND GET IT!"
Like a sudden wind, all the saiya-jins disappeared.
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"You could seriously get a hand bitten off." Everyone non-saiya-jin sweatdropped.
However, Bulma was watching with interest the interactions between the three Trunks and Pan. Her own son and Pan were literally duelling.
With their chopsticks...over the piece of meat on the plate in front of them.
Mirai Trunks however was the complete opposite. He smiled slighty and helped Mirai Pan whenever was needed. Always polite. No screaming, snarling and growling like the other two.
Prince Vegeta however was a completely different matter. He ate without so much as a sound in the traditional saiya-jin shovel manner. but the soundless part was just amazing. Especially with Vegeta and Goku at the table.
Serpia was only a few seats from the Prince and was obviously unhappy about it.
"It is mine! HA!" Trunks countered Pan's chopstick.
"You will never win Underwear Boy!" Pan parried.
"Idiotic fools." Prince Vegeta muttered. How could himself in this world turn out to be so...so...pathectic?
Goten spotted the large piece of meat. "Ah! Come to daddy!"
Before either Trunks or Pan could stop him, the cut was happily being chewed.
"GOTEN!!" Both screamed, gripping their chopsticks menacingly.
"What idiots." Prince Vegeta said.
Mirai Trunks smiled. "Not idiots. Just happy."
"Oh yeah? What's your story?" He retorted.
"My world was nearly destroyed by the androids. They killed everyone except myself and my sensei, Gohan." Mirai Trunks said with feeling.
Prince Vegeta sneered. "That fool?" He gestured.
Mirai Trunk's head shot up. "Gohan is not a fool Trunks." Boy did that feel weird saying his own name and directing it at someone ELSE.
Prince Vegeta frowned. "Why do you call me that?"
"It is your name. As it is mine. You can't deny it."
"My name is of no consequence. My rank is worth more than some petty human identification."
Mirai Trunks shook his head. "You are seriously screwed up."
Prince Vegeta scowled. "As much as you are."
He couldn't really argue. He was right. In a weird sort of way.
"You and the other girl are mated." Prince Vegeta stated, but only so he could hear.
Mirai Trunks fought the shocked surprise from his face. "How did you..."
"Yet you do not wish the other pair to know. Why is that?"
The future boy blushed. "We do not want them to know. It would...ruin things."
The Prince snorted. "You also suspect myself and that wench will mate."
Mirai Trunks looked at him frowning. "You should not call her that."
"It is what a slave deserves."
Before he finished the sentence, a knife cut past his tilted head.
Serpia had her arm extended, hatred in her face.
Prince Vegeta smirked. "Too slow no class."
She snarled. "I am not a slave."
Silence carried.
Quicker than humanly possible, Prince Vegeta took the knife from behind him and threw it at her, a few strands of black hair falling to the ground.
Serpia hadn't flinched and glanced at the knife buried to the hilt behind her.
"You're fast."
He stood then glanced at his chair and pulled the other knife from it. "Interesting."
The other two Trunks glanced at their Pans and slid their chairs away a little, paling.
Serpia growled as he casually threw the knife at her feet.
Vegeta wiped his mouth. "Boy. Meet me in the gravity chamber in an hour."
All three Trunks looked at him.
"Yes. All of you."
Prince Vegeta nodded. "Yes Oou-sama."
Trunks and Mirai Trunks nodded together.
"So Trunks, you're staying over I presume." Bulma placed another plate of food down for Goten and Goku to attack.
"If it isn't too much trouble kaasan." Mirai Trunks said politely.
Prince Vegeta grunted and left. Bulma took that as a yes.
"And...." She looked at the three Pan.
Mirai Pan glanced at Trunks. "Bulma san, can I...can I stay with Gohan? If it is alright with you of course." She added quickly at her father.
Gohan smiled. "Of course." He looked at his other daughter. "And you Serpia-chan?"
Serpia looked at him and shook her head. "No. I will...stay here."
"Okay."
Pan looked up from her chat with Bura. "Dad, can I sleep over tonight?"
Gohan frowned.
"Please? It will be better." She looked meaningfully at her future self.
Mirai Trunks looked at his mate frowning. He understood, and wanted it for her...but still, he didn't like being away from her. Even for one night.
"I guess so Panny." Gohan resigned.
Pan smiled and turned back to Bura.
"Goten, you're staying over too I presume." Bulma said wearily.
Goten nodded enthusiatically, cheeks full.
"Bura, can you show them to their rooms?"
"Sure kaasan."
Trunks and Mirai Trunks stood at the same time as their father. They left, both Trunks looking a little pale.
"This is not going to be fun." Trunks muttered. Goten gave a thumbs up at him.
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"Can I borrow something to wear?"
It was night and the majority of the Son family had left. Save Pan and Goten of course.
"Sure Serpia" Bura rambled in her room sized walk in closet and pulled out....a dress.
Serpia looked at it blankly. "And..this is clothing in this world? It doesn't allow any movement."
Bura looked at her gaping.
Pan grinned. "Bura! She's me. And there is no way you'll be seeing any of us in anything RESEMBLING a dress."
"I would wear my armour but your mother says she will wash it." Serpia regarded the dress in distaste.
"No. No." Bura went back into her wardrobe.
"But...isn't that outfit...a little...well...revealing?" Pan said, looking at her twin.
Serpia looked at herself. Breastplate, gloves, black spandex bottom, boots...."How so? This is a suitable set for a female saiya-jin. It allows movement..."
"Nevermind."
"Got it!" Bura came out and gave Serpia a tanktop and shorts, both in black.
"I suppose this will do."
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Trunks slammed into the gravity chamber's wall, his lip bleeding, the breathe knocked out of him.
"Ahhhhhh!" Mirai Trunks landed in the same manner, even more battered than Trunks. Both were sure their ribs were bruised along with several other places on their body. Maybe even internal bleeding.
Trunks groaned, rasping for breathe. This was worst than his usual sparrings with his father, limited as they are now with the presidency...but...Vegeta wasn't just sparring. He was all out fighting.
"Was he always this hard?" Mirai Trunks rasped hoarsly. In his own memory, his father had never been this strong, but that was in the Room of Spirit and Time. And Cell.
Trunks shook his head. "I....don't know.."
Prince Vegeta slammed into the wall next to them, the worst of all of them. But without fail he got up, scowling and shot straight back up at Vegeta.
"How...does he do...that?" Trunks had to take breaths between words.
Mirai Trunks looked up in awe. "He's as hard headed as Vegeta. Neither will give up and both are filled with massive egos."
Trunks laughed. "I don't think this world can TAKE two egos the size of my father's!"
His counterpart laughed with him. Both staggered up, joining the fray above once more.
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"And these idiots are supposed to defeat us?" the lithe shadowy form sneered.
"They are fools to even try. Already, their guard is down. Pathectic." The first's partner gazed into the swirling portal in the air.
"Shall we remind them?" The first said, already raising her arm.
"Mesuinu won't like it."
"So? I want to have some fun before they arrive."
The second shadow smirked. "True."
With a swipe of her hand, the very fabric of time and space split, sucking everything but them, into neverending nothingless.
Both raised their hands and smirked. Light clouded in their palms.
"Hellfire!"
Purple beams of deadly energy exploded and were sucked into the space/time warp, then sealed everything in black once more.
"Insects, these Saiya-jin"
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Bura sweatdropped, her eye twitching. Pan was just plain gaping.
"Here." Serpia reached into her boots and took out another ten knives, adding to the already large collection of twenty, she had SOMEHOW concealed in her armour.
"Are all these necessary!?!" Bura screamed, weighed down by the load and careful not to stab herself.
"Oh, these are just the ones I carry normally. Usually if I have a few others. It depends on the armour."
Pan and Bura sweatdropped.
With casual ease, Serpia stripped and donned the borrowed garments.
Without warning, a massive noise filled the air, shaking the foundations of Capsule Corp itself as firery pieces of shrapnel flew past the window and a smell of ozone filled the air.
All three, stood, frozen.
In sync, they ran.
"Papa."
"Trunks." Both Pan and Bura thought at the same time.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
"VEGEEEEETA!!!! TRUNKS!" Bulma looked, horrified at the remains of the gravity room, debris shrewn about in the smoking aftermath of destruction. There was no sign of her husband and son.
"TRUNKS!!!" She screamed again, this time runnig forward and ripping smoking shrapnel off. Almost immediately she pulled back, her burned hand shaking in pain. Bulma bit her lip. "VEEGEEETA!!"
"Mom! What hap....Oh kami!!!!" Bura ran up and hurriedly pulled the debris apart, ignoring the burning pain in her hands. Pan did the same beside her, faces set in horror and disbelief.
Serpia frowned and looked up at the opened sky light. This was no accident.
"AHHHHHHHH!!" Bura and Pan jumped back in fear as two hands punched through the debris, bleeding.
Vegeta and Prince Vegeta growled, hauling themselves up, both carrying a unconcious Trunks.
Prince Vegeta groaned, his body a bleeding broken mess, the worse of all of them as he set Mirai Trunks down on the ground. He staggered but held, looking with hardened eyes at his...mother.
"Get them to a regeneration tank."
Vegeta nodded at him.
Bura and Pan cried in relief and ran to help Trunks and Mirai Trunks up.
Prince Vegeta winced again and staggered. Only to be caught.
"I do not need help woman."
Serpia growled at him. "Your life is mine Prince, and you shall die at MY hands."
She held him up. "Bulma, where are the regen tanks? You do have them right?"
Bulma nodded. "We have two. This way."
Bura and Pan picked up Mirai Trunks while Vegeta held Trunks. All followed Bulma.
"You first buddy." She commanded.
Prince Vegeta sneered, holding himself up against the tank. "Get those two in. They are weaker." Even as he said this he shook.
"No complaints. " Bulma pushed him into the tank and set the device around him before letting the healing liquid fill the tank. His scowl was evident through the glass but he made no move to get out.
Vegeta put Trunks in the other while Bulma set to work with traditional methods on Mirai Trunks.
"Papa, you need help." Bura set about cleaning the wounds on her father.
He looked at her softly but said nothing.
"Who could have done this?" Pan whispered, looking as Trunks drifted in the liquid.
Serpia scowled. "The same enemy that brought me here. This was no accident." She said again.
Vegeta scowled. He had let his guard down. And in the process his sons had been nearly killed! It would NOT happen again.
"I will take watch tonight." He growled.
"Do you think it is necessary Papa?" Bura asked, eyes wide. It was years since the evil Shenlongs, their last great battle, it was strange to think another had come.
Vegeta nodded. "Those bastards will be back. That wasn't made to kill us. It was a warning."
Serpia nodded in agreement and shocking herself for doing so. Her guard should have been up too. It was a weakness to be unaware. Especially in the presence of Vegeta and his son. But for now, they were not the enemy. Her revenge can halt. For now.
"I will guard tomorrow." She said with quiet certainty and deadliness.
"No. One of the brats will." Vegeta replied.
"But Vegeta-sama! They just tried to kill Trunks!" Pan yelled. "They'll be sitting ducks!"
"Yes Papa. We will take watch tomorrow, assuming they don't attack again tonight." Bura said while dressing her father's wounds.
Vegeta scowled. He did not like it. But did know the logic of it. However, he will not ever reveal his princess to danger. He would get one of Kakarot's brats or do so himself. But he gave a silent nod to them. Human females were so tempermental. Even demi-saiyan ones.
CHAPTER 2
"Yes. Come over. Bring everybody." Bulma hanged up the phone.
"That was Gohan. He's coming over."
Mirai Trunks and Pan's heads shot up at once. "Gohan?"
Bulam nodded and looked around the lounge room at the strange group. Three of the number, strangely enough were her sons. Mirai Trunks and Mirai Pan sat together on the sofa, Trunks, Goten, Pan and Bura on the floor, Vegeta against the wall with the other Trunks beside him, and the other Pan, as far away from them as possible, leaning on the opposite wall.
"Trunks, are you my son from the future? The one that came before?" Bulma directed at mirai Trunks.
He politely nodded. "Yes Bulma..."
"Is THAT what you call your own mother!?!" She demanded.
He winced but was smiling nevertheless. "No kaasan."
"Better."
Pan frowned at the other Pan. The one least like her. "Why is your name not Pan?" It still puzzled her somewhat that two out of three were named the same yet...
Serpia smirked. "I was told, when I was little, it was my Grandmother's name." She said softly.
"On which side?" Mirai Pan asked.
"By that we mean Satan Ojii or Goku Ojii." Pan said, nearly finishing her counterparts thought. They smile at each other slighty.
Serpia frowned. "Goku?"
They all looked at her confused.
Vegeta then snorted. "Kakaroto's human name."
Serpia frowned. "I do not understand."
Bulma grinned comfortingly. "This universe is much different than yours. Who you know as Kakaroto is named Goku."
"I think I remember that somewhere." Prince Vegeta said.
Serpia glared. "He was a great man. One that you murdered." She said coldly.
The young Prince smirked. "Now I remember. He was killed by my father was he not? A great battle. Heard all over Vegetasei. Pity he died."
Serpia snarled. "He had done nothing! Kakaroto was even one of YOUR father's elite! There had been no reason to kill him! None but the size of his Ego!"
He looked at her with angry eyes. "He was a threat to the crown. He dared to exceed my father. To contend with the Vegeta family is to lose."
Vegeta looked at him frowning, then at the other Pan, Serpia. "Brat, you miss understand."
Prince Vegeta looked at him and bowed his head slighty. "Yes Oou-sama."
Both Trunks where surprised at the title.
If Vegeta was feeling anything about the title he ignored it. "If Vegetasei had never been destroyed like in your world, Saiya-jin tradition follows. The strongest is King.
Our bloodline holds the power of the Super saiya-jin, we have ruled for millenias. Kakarot is the legendary."
Mirai Trunks and Goten looked at him in shock. That must've cost him to say.
Prince Vegeta scowled. "I have heard this. However that mystical power up did not help him and Kakarot was defeated." He stated blandly.
"It's a miracle any third-class could reach the Super Saiya-jin level at all!"
Goten and all the Pans frowned.
"True." Vegeta smirked. It felt good to have someone agree with him nowadays.
Suddenly a scream, no, many screams came from the door way.
"GOKU! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELEPORT WITHOUT WARNING ME!?!"
"Yes Chichi." Came the meek reply.
Moments later a crowd of people stood in the door way.
Mirai Pan and Serpia's eyes widened as small gasps left their lips.
"Hey Trunks!" Goku said cheerfully, waving at the younger man. "You've grown!"
Mirai Trunks's cheeks tinged but his face was one of welcome. "Goku-sama."
"Nah. Just Goku. You should know better." He turned to look at his stunned family then back at the group in the lounge. "Heeeeey.....Wow! There are three of you!"
Serpia frowned. Prince Vegeta and Vegeta scowled.
"Pan-chan?" Gohan said bewildered, looking in turn at each young woman, before settling on the one with the telltale orange bandana.
"Hi Dad."
Mirai Pan gripped her mate's hand, her eyes filling with tears.
"It's okay Pan chan." Mirai Trunks whispered comfortingly. She could only nod.
Videl looked around in numb shock. "What..."
"Sit down guys. We'll explain." Bulma smiled a smile of welcome.
Several minutes later....
"So you're from this other universe we've never heard of, you guys are from the future am I right?" Goku pointed to each in turn. Mirai Trunks nodded.
"Thing is, we don't know why or how we got here."
Gohan looked at the alternate Pan named Serpia. "You say in your world we never went to Earth?"
Serpia looked at him, a strange expression on her face. "Yes."
"Hey how come your name isn't Pan?" Goku asked, eating a piece of cake that Bulma had brought in a while ago.
Her frown deepened. She looked at Goku with shadowed eyes. "I do not mean any offense ojii-san, but, in my world you were never this...stupid. Why is that?"
Vegeta smirked. Goku shrugged.
"Dad hit his head a short while after he arrived on Earth. It erased all his Saiya-jin memories and programing plus well...his intelligence." Gohan explained.
Serpia nodded slowly. Another example of how this was not her world. Not her family. "My ojii-san Kakaroto conquered Earth as a child. He regretted that act afterwards and managed to save the small amount of humans that weren't slaves."
"Humans were slaves?" Bura said with a concerned frown.
"Yes. We used them for burden or some of our scientists recruited them for test subjects. I believe that was after My father came into reign." Prince Vegeta filled in with curt coldness.
Serpia frowned and narrowed her eyes but said nothing.
"But wouldn't the Queen..." Bulma started.
Prince Vegeta laughed. "There WAS no Queen! My mother, yourself in my world was assassinated before my Father become King. I heard my Father's wrath lead to the destruction of that particular murder's race's solar system destroyed. The remenants are still killed upon sight."
Bulma's mouth opened in horror. She looked at Vegeta.
"If I was the man I had once been, yes. That would have happened." He supplied to her silent question.
Trunks looked at his counter part. "Do you approve of such acts?"
Prince Vegeta smirked and looked at him with eerie eyes that were the same as his own. "I believe it is a waste of good materials for just the life of one woman. But the decision was my father's."
Trunks looked at his father briefly before looking down.
Mirai Trunks shook his head. "It is a waste. But more so in lives. Kaasan would never have wanted so many destroyed lives for her." Bulma nodded in silent agreement.
"Again. It was not my affair."
Serpia glared. "Of course not." She said sarcastically.
"Whoa. Okay. How about we get to matters at hand?" Goku held up his hands, breaking the tension as he always did.
"I'll....I'll..." ChiChi looked at Bulma, then at her mate. "I'll start Dinner Goku-sa?"
Bulma smiled. These matters rarely concerned them and through years of being with Saiya-jin matters and their stomachs, both women knew when to butt out.
Videl nodded slighty. "I'll help."
They waited until the women went.
Gohan pushed back his glasses. "Who would want the Trunks and Pan of only these worlds brought together?..."
"Or killed." Vegeta finished. "It's logical that the only reason would be to destroy them. Why bother if not?"
"Or whoever they are want to use us." Pan said thoughtfully. So far either didn't sound good.
"How about just revenge?"
They all turned to the new female voice. Mirai Pan screamed and lept up, her ki shooting up in an instant.
"JINZOUNINGEN!!" She snarled with pure hatred, drawing her fists back.
"Pan no!" Mirai Trunks held her back. "She isn't like our 18! In this world she's good!"
"Let me go! She should die for killing them!" She screamed, struggling wildly.
[A/N: Notice I wrote 18 instead of the japanese Juuhachigou. It is simply because the latter takes too long to type and I'm already over exerting with all the different Trunks and Pans.]
18 looked at them lifting an eyebrow in query.
"LET ME GO!" Pan screamed. Trunks stepped up to help his counterpart, holding her back also.
"It's true. I married her after all."
Mirai Pan stopped and stared at the short graying man who was grinning contagiously.
"Hey guys."
Mirai Trunks grinned at the man. "Krillen-san."
Mirai Pan glared at the android. "I do not trust you android."
"Please do, my mom isn't evil." Marron waved at Goten and winked.
"Mom?" Mirai Pan stared at the blonde.
18 looked at her. "You must be the other Pan from the future. Yes. Marron is my daughter."
"Daughter?" There was even disblief in Mirai Trunks's voice. He let his mate go.
" A surprise for me too." 18 sat down in a nearby chair.
Trunks and Marron rejoined Goten, Pan and Bura on the floor.
"You are an android." It was a statement. Prince Vegeta said with interest.
18 looked at him. "Yeah?"
"Interesting. I would not have thought a mud ball like this would have such technology. But we got our information from Earth as well. Interesting."
Goten looked at him. "Do we want to know?"
"They used humans and made them into high-priced assassins." Serpia said bitterly.
"We didn't want to know." Goten finished.
Prince Vegeta shrugged.
"GUYS! DINNER'S READY! COME AND GET IT!"
Like a sudden wind, all the saiya-jins disappeared.
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"You could seriously get a hand bitten off." Everyone non-saiya-jin sweatdropped.
However, Bulma was watching with interest the interactions between the three Trunks and Pan. Her own son and Pan were literally duelling.
With their chopsticks...over the piece of meat on the plate in front of them.
Mirai Trunks however was the complete opposite. He smiled slighty and helped Mirai Pan whenever was needed. Always polite. No screaming, snarling and growling like the other two.
Prince Vegeta however was a completely different matter. He ate without so much as a sound in the traditional saiya-jin shovel manner. but the soundless part was just amazing. Especially with Vegeta and Goku at the table.
Serpia was only a few seats from the Prince and was obviously unhappy about it.
"It is mine! HA!" Trunks countered Pan's chopstick.
"You will never win Underwear Boy!" Pan parried.
"Idiotic fools." Prince Vegeta muttered. How could himself in this world turn out to be so...so...pathectic?
Goten spotted the large piece of meat. "Ah! Come to daddy!"
Before either Trunks or Pan could stop him, the cut was happily being chewed.
"GOTEN!!" Both screamed, gripping their chopsticks menacingly.
"What idiots." Prince Vegeta said.
Mirai Trunks smiled. "Not idiots. Just happy."
"Oh yeah? What's your story?" He retorted.
"My world was nearly destroyed by the androids. They killed everyone except myself and my sensei, Gohan." Mirai Trunks said with feeling.
Prince Vegeta sneered. "That fool?" He gestured.
Mirai Trunk's head shot up. "Gohan is not a fool Trunks." Boy did that feel weird saying his own name and directing it at someone ELSE.
Prince Vegeta frowned. "Why do you call me that?"
"It is your name. As it is mine. You can't deny it."
"My name is of no consequence. My rank is worth more than some petty human identification."
Mirai Trunks shook his head. "You are seriously screwed up."
Prince Vegeta scowled. "As much as you are."
He couldn't really argue. He was right. In a weird sort of way.
"You and the other girl are mated." Prince Vegeta stated, but only so he could hear.
Mirai Trunks fought the shocked surprise from his face. "How did you..."
"Yet you do not wish the other pair to know. Why is that?"
The future boy blushed. "We do not want them to know. It would...ruin things."
The Prince snorted. "You also suspect myself and that wench will mate."
Mirai Trunks looked at him frowning. "You should not call her that."
"It is what a slave deserves."
Before he finished the sentence, a knife cut past his tilted head.
Serpia had her arm extended, hatred in her face.
Prince Vegeta smirked. "Too slow no class."
She snarled. "I am not a slave."
Silence carried.
Quicker than humanly possible, Prince Vegeta took the knife from behind him and threw it at her, a few strands of black hair falling to the ground.
Serpia hadn't flinched and glanced at the knife buried to the hilt behind her.
"You're fast."
He stood then glanced at his chair and pulled the other knife from it. "Interesting."
The other two Trunks glanced at their Pans and slid their chairs away a little, paling.
Serpia growled as he casually threw the knife at her feet.
Vegeta wiped his mouth. "Boy. Meet me in the gravity chamber in an hour."
All three Trunks looked at him.
"Yes. All of you."
Prince Vegeta nodded. "Yes Oou-sama."
Trunks and Mirai Trunks nodded together.
"So Trunks, you're staying over I presume." Bulma placed another plate of food down for Goten and Goku to attack.
"If it isn't too much trouble kaasan." Mirai Trunks said politely.
Prince Vegeta grunted and left. Bulma took that as a yes.
"And...." She looked at the three Pan.
Mirai Pan glanced at Trunks. "Bulma san, can I...can I stay with Gohan? If it is alright with you of course." She added quickly at her father.
Gohan smiled. "Of course." He looked at his other daughter. "And you Serpia-chan?"
Serpia looked at him and shook her head. "No. I will...stay here."
"Okay."
Pan looked up from her chat with Bura. "Dad, can I sleep over tonight?"
Gohan frowned.
"Please? It will be better." She looked meaningfully at her future self.
Mirai Trunks looked at his mate frowning. He understood, and wanted it for her...but still, he didn't like being away from her. Even for one night.
"I guess so Panny." Gohan resigned.
Pan smiled and turned back to Bura.
"Goten, you're staying over too I presume." Bulma said wearily.
Goten nodded enthusiatically, cheeks full.
"Bura, can you show them to their rooms?"
"Sure kaasan."
Trunks and Mirai Trunks stood at the same time as their father. They left, both Trunks looking a little pale.
"This is not going to be fun." Trunks muttered. Goten gave a thumbs up at him.
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"Can I borrow something to wear?"
It was night and the majority of the Son family had left. Save Pan and Goten of course.
"Sure Serpia" Bura rambled in her room sized walk in closet and pulled out....a dress.
Serpia looked at it blankly. "And..this is clothing in this world? It doesn't allow any movement."
Bura looked at her gaping.
Pan grinned. "Bura! She's me. And there is no way you'll be seeing any of us in anything RESEMBLING a dress."
"I would wear my armour but your mother says she will wash it." Serpia regarded the dress in distaste.
"No. No." Bura went back into her wardrobe.
"But...isn't that outfit...a little...well...revealing?" Pan said, looking at her twin.
Serpia looked at herself. Breastplate, gloves, black spandex bottom, boots...."How so? This is a suitable set for a female saiya-jin. It allows movement..."
"Nevermind."
"Got it!" Bura came out and gave Serpia a tanktop and shorts, both in black.
"I suppose this will do."
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Trunks slammed into the gravity chamber's wall, his lip bleeding, the breathe knocked out of him.
"Ahhhhhh!" Mirai Trunks landed in the same manner, even more battered than Trunks. Both were sure their ribs were bruised along with several other places on their body. Maybe even internal bleeding.
Trunks groaned, rasping for breathe. This was worst than his usual sparrings with his father, limited as they are now with the presidency...but...Vegeta wasn't just sparring. He was all out fighting.
"Was he always this hard?" Mirai Trunks rasped hoarsly. In his own memory, his father had never been this strong, but that was in the Room of Spirit and Time. And Cell.
Trunks shook his head. "I....don't know.."
Prince Vegeta slammed into the wall next to them, the worst of all of them. But without fail he got up, scowling and shot straight back up at Vegeta.
"How...does he do...that?" Trunks had to take breaths between words.
Mirai Trunks looked up in awe. "He's as hard headed as Vegeta. Neither will give up and both are filled with massive egos."
Trunks laughed. "I don't think this world can TAKE two egos the size of my father's!"
His counterpart laughed with him. Both staggered up, joining the fray above once more.
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"And these idiots are supposed to defeat us?" the lithe shadowy form sneered.
"They are fools to even try. Already, their guard is down. Pathectic." The first's partner gazed into the swirling portal in the air.
"Shall we remind them?" The first said, already raising her arm.
"Mesuinu won't like it."
"So? I want to have some fun before they arrive."
The second shadow smirked. "True."
With a swipe of her hand, the very fabric of time and space split, sucking everything but them, into neverending nothingless.
Both raised their hands and smirked. Light clouded in their palms.
"Hellfire!"
Purple beams of deadly energy exploded and were sucked into the space/time warp, then sealed everything in black once more.
"Insects, these Saiya-jin"
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Bura sweatdropped, her eye twitching. Pan was just plain gaping.
"Here." Serpia reached into her boots and took out another ten knives, adding to the already large collection of twenty, she had SOMEHOW concealed in her armour.
"Are all these necessary!?!" Bura screamed, weighed down by the load and careful not to stab herself.
"Oh, these are just the ones I carry normally. Usually if I have a few others. It depends on the armour."
Pan and Bura sweatdropped.
With casual ease, Serpia stripped and donned the borrowed garments.
Without warning, a massive noise filled the air, shaking the foundations of Capsule Corp itself as firery pieces of shrapnel flew past the window and a smell of ozone filled the air.
All three, stood, frozen.
In sync, they ran.
"Papa."
"Trunks." Both Pan and Bura thought at the same time.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
"VEGEEEEETA!!!! TRUNKS!" Bulma looked, horrified at the remains of the gravity room, debris shrewn about in the smoking aftermath of destruction. There was no sign of her husband and son.
"TRUNKS!!!" She screamed again, this time runnig forward and ripping smoking shrapnel off. Almost immediately she pulled back, her burned hand shaking in pain. Bulma bit her lip. "VEEGEEETA!!"
"Mom! What hap....Oh kami!!!!" Bura ran up and hurriedly pulled the debris apart, ignoring the burning pain in her hands. Pan did the same beside her, faces set in horror and disbelief.
Serpia frowned and looked up at the opened sky light. This was no accident.
"AHHHHHHHH!!" Bura and Pan jumped back in fear as two hands punched through the debris, bleeding.
Vegeta and Prince Vegeta growled, hauling themselves up, both carrying a unconcious Trunks.
Prince Vegeta groaned, his body a bleeding broken mess, the worse of all of them as he set Mirai Trunks down on the ground. He staggered but held, looking with hardened eyes at his...mother.
"Get them to a regeneration tank."
Vegeta nodded at him.
Bura and Pan cried in relief and ran to help Trunks and Mirai Trunks up.
Prince Vegeta winced again and staggered. Only to be caught.
"I do not need help woman."
Serpia growled at him. "Your life is mine Prince, and you shall die at MY hands."
She held him up. "Bulma, where are the regen tanks? You do have them right?"
Bulma nodded. "We have two. This way."
Bura and Pan picked up Mirai Trunks while Vegeta held Trunks. All followed Bulma.
"You first buddy." She commanded.
Prince Vegeta sneered, holding himself up against the tank. "Get those two in. They are weaker." Even as he said this he shook.
"No complaints. " Bulma pushed him into the tank and set the device around him before letting the healing liquid fill the tank. His scowl was evident through the glass but he made no move to get out.
Vegeta put Trunks in the other while Bulma set to work with traditional methods on Mirai Trunks.
"Papa, you need help." Bura set about cleaning the wounds on her father.
He looked at her softly but said nothing.
"Who could have done this?" Pan whispered, looking as Trunks drifted in the liquid.
Serpia scowled. "The same enemy that brought me here. This was no accident." She said again.
Vegeta scowled. He had let his guard down. And in the process his sons had been nearly killed! It would NOT happen again.
"I will take watch tonight." He growled.
"Do you think it is necessary Papa?" Bura asked, eyes wide. It was years since the evil Shenlongs, their last great battle, it was strange to think another had come.
Vegeta nodded. "Those bastards will be back. That wasn't made to kill us. It was a warning."
Serpia nodded in agreement and shocking herself for doing so. Her guard should have been up too. It was a weakness to be unaware. Especially in the presence of Vegeta and his son. But for now, they were not the enemy. Her revenge can halt. For now.
"I will guard tomorrow." She said with quiet certainty and deadliness.
"No. One of the brats will." Vegeta replied.
"But Vegeta-sama! They just tried to kill Trunks!" Pan yelled. "They'll be sitting ducks!"
"Yes Papa. We will take watch tomorrow, assuming they don't attack again tonight." Bura said while dressing her father's wounds.
Vegeta scowled. He did not like it. But did know the logic of it. However, he will not ever reveal his princess to danger. He would get one of Kakarot's brats or do so himself. But he gave a silent nod to them. Human females were so tempermental. Even demi-saiyan ones.