A few tears threatened to fall down her cheeks as Bra clasped her hands together and prayed she could tell them all without having someone wind up dead, mainly her.
"I accidentally made a wish… sort of… I thought that since Goku wanted peace for the world and stuff that maybe everyone would be at peace if they were all the same age," She said softly, hardly noticing everyone was paying attention, even Vegeta who had broken free and was standing with his arms crossed acting more arrogant than usual. He had no idea who these people were, and he could only imagine that they had kidnapped him because he was the Prince of the Saiyans and Frieza's prized fighter, though he enjoys stretching the truth on the latter. Pan seemed to be the only one who understood Bra's logic. No one would get picked on or made fun of because they were too old or too young. There wouldn't be age limits on anything because everyone would be the same. It would have been wonderful… But it had only affected this group and because of that, it seemed to have a reverse affect. Everything was in chaos. Instead of changing the adults and making them younger, it erased their memories as well, so all they remember is to a point of being sixteen, more specifically, everyone's birthday. They believe they were "brought" here and immediately began blaming each other and making assumptions of what they believe to be strangers.
And the situation was indeed strange. Trunks and Bra were now the same age and the same age as their parents. Gohan knew most of the people present but couldn't understand why everyone looked so young and didn't have a clue who he was. Videl was completely clueless. If this is the result of just asking a couple questions, she would probably keep her mouth shut for all the rest of time. This would eventually lead to a fear of her curious nature. Yamcha and Bulma were still very much in love, which would mean trouble when Trunks and Bra would have to tell the others just who their parents were, if Piccolo thought it necessary for them to do so. Gohan realized that he was seeing his parents before they were married, and got the chills.
Piccolo grabbed Bra by the arm forcefully and led her away from the group, Dende following.
"How do we explain this to Vegeta and Bulma? Goku and Chichi? They don't even know their children exist. A couple of minutes ago, it seemed to Bulma and Vegeta that they were an entire universe apart. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if Vegeta was the only one who knew there were planets other than Earth that support life! For Dende's sake, Bra, do you realize what you've done?!"
"Don't use my name in vain, Piccolo," Dende gently reminded him, and received a small scoff that said 'I don't have time to deal with you now.'
"You're going to try to explain it to them, Bra. Get them in a place where they can all be calm and relaxed and take the news lightly, understand?! I will be standing by in case Gohan gets upset again."
"What happens when Gohan gets upset?" Bra asked.
"He goes Super Saiyan and Vegeta sees a power he wants," Piccolo cast a glance to what was now a mere boy. "At this young age, he's more unstable than he used to be. Careful of his temper."
"Please, Piccolo. I think I can handle my daddy's temper. He'd—" Bra stopped suddenly, about to say 'he'd do anything for his princess'. She'd suddenly realized he doesn't know he'll ever have a princess. To him, she doesn't exist and won't for another 20 years or so.
Where could a Saiyan relax? Bra knew. The kitchen of course! It might seem odd to Bulma and Yamcha who walked everywhere holding hands and making Bra and Trunks upset, but to them, the kitchen was and always has been their favorite room in the house. The cooking area in Dende's Lookout was a little different from home, but it would be all right. There were no worries here. Not with food around.
Goku sneaked an apple and handed it to Chichi, who'd cheered up just a little, but was still certain that after all this nonsense was over, she was going to be broken up with.
Vegeta was highly suspicious of the whole thing. Who were they? Spies? Have they kidnapped the Prince of the Saiyans just to show him something that ought to be his? He looked to Gohan with a scowl, holding a grudge and wanting to kill him this minute, and he very well ought to, in his opinion.
Gohan was still a little confused. He knew most everyone at the table didn't remember him—and he hadn't needed that fancy high school to become that clever—but he hadn't figured out why. Hopefully now, with Bra—he had no idea who she was--standing at the end of it and receiving glares all around, everything would be explained.
"To start off, I'm sorry. I made a wish I really shouldn't have but it was just thinking aloud and I didn't know the dragon would hear me, but…"
"Dragon?" Vegeta asked, being the only one, besides Videl, who didn't know about the dragon balls yet. Bra looked to Trunks, her worried expression asking 'well? Should I tell him about the dragon balls and have him destroy Earth when he's only sixteen or what?'
"In reality, you are…. Um, old," Bra said, talking to Vegeta, who cocked an eyebrow. She looked to Trunks again and asked, "How old is Dad?" in a whisper.
Trunks shrugged and she went on. "You're about 30 years older than you are now, but because of a messed up wish with a strange form of magic I possess, you are sixteen and don't remember being older."
"So fix the problem," Vegeta commanded.
"Um, what?"
"You did it, so fix it!" He ordered once more.
"I… can't. You see, my, um, magic won't come back for about four more months," She said, referring to the dragon balls and the second wish they would use some time from now to reverse the entire problem.
Vegeta scowled and leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, before letting fly a string of curses Bra ought to have been completely used to, but in this age, she found he used far more profanity than she'd probably ever heard. What really scared her was that most of it was in the Saiyan tongue and she could tell only by his tone that it was not good. Bra's eyes widened. She knew he wasn't the Vegeta she knew, but he'd never…
"Hey! You won't speak to my sister like that!" Trunks was suddenly her protector, rising from his seat and planting a fist on the table. Goten firmly nodded, though smiling.
"I'll speak how I please. I am the Prince of the Saiyans!" Vegeta's anger and rage rising, Trunks knew he was not exactly doing the smart thing.
"Well, so am I!!!" Trunks so irrationally shouted.
And Vegeta had no comeback. For once he was stunned. Well… no one had ever said that to him. What was he supposed to say?
Trunks left the room, dragging Bra along with him, Goten following, and Pan soon afterward, but only because she did not like the stares she was receiving.
"Okay, new plan, Bra," Trunks began, believing to be well out of the earshot of the very confused group. "We don't tell anyone in that room they're parents."
"Or grandparents," Pan added. In truth, she was probably the only one who liked the idea of being the same age as everyone else… mainly Trunks. She was silent, though smiling, as she spoke her reasoning. "Well, think about it. Goku and Chichi are sixteen, my parents are sixteen, and I'm sixteen. That's three generations all the same age!"
Trunks' expression fell a little and Goten nearly fainted, purposely letting himself fall into Bra's arms. She quickly let him fall to the ground. As the bruised Demi-Saiyan sat up and rubbed his head, Trunks turned on his sister, no longer the protector.
"See what you've done? Screwed up everything! Everything, Bra! How are we gonna be this way for four months? I've been sixteen before and I didn't want come back, much less see my mom and dad this way!!"
"But—"
"Did you even hear what he said to you? He's completely unpredictable! If we make one little mistake, he could probably blow this planet to bits!! You know him—that's his nature!"
"But!"
"And Mom? Still in love with Yamcha! Do you think I enjoy seeing my mother holding hands with someone I know will eventually cheat on her?"
"SHUT UP TRUNKS! I WILL HANDLE THIS ALL BY MYSELF!! It's my mistake, and I'll fix it, alright?!"
It was at that point in time, when Goten had found a band-aid and Pan had stopped liking the idea of being the same age as everyone; when Bra had become determined to get everything back to normal; when Trunks had finished his ranting. It was at that point in time that Vegeta had approached them. It was no surprise that the entire group was behind him when Bulma's voice came out from her place in the crowd.
"Just what is going on?"
Trunks looked to Bra and then back to his father's cold glare.
"Oh…. crap."
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