A/N: Yay! Another chapter!!! ^-^ R&R plz!!

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Chapter Two: It Starts....

Five pairs of onyx eyes plus a single pair of ocean-blue eyes stared out of the giant window that faced the city. They were in the new "headquarters", an extended, underground part of the Gravity Room built after the fight with Buu. These men were the strongest fighters Earth had, but also, the most confused. Another threat had reached the planet, blood thirsty, out to conquer. Don't be mistaken, for they had all seen it coming. Earth had always been a magnet for loonies bent on destruction and power.

The first set of eyes; the tallest of these warriors, Piccolo. King Piccolo had come and destroyed the wonderful tools known as the dragonballs, hoping to gain an advantage over Earth's warriors. He had a son, Piccolo, and left the Namek to finish what he had started.

Moving on to the next face; the strongest of the bunch, Goku, also known as Kakarot. He had been sent to Earth to purge it, and get the planet ready to be sold. A hit to the head, and thirty-eight years later, he's still guarding the planet he loves. His sons, Gohan, the eldest, Goten, the youngest, stand side by side, personalities just like their father. They were raised differently, and, along with Trunks, had always fought evil.

The final set of eyes, deep pools of ebony, narrowed as he looked out the window. He had come to this "lowly" planet over a decade ago to finish what Kakarot couldn't. After fighting Goku and the other Z warriors, and after a strange (to him) turn of events, the Prince of a long forgotten, dead race, found himself protecting the planet he swore to destroy.

And now they found themselves meeting another obstacle, almost one year after the defeat of Majin Buu.

"What exactly are we supposed to do," asked a deep, vibrating voice. His question nearly echoed off the walls of the silent room. The other five heads whipped around to look at him. "The same thing we always do!" Chirped a younger voice. Once again the warrior's heads turned towards the sound of the voice. The youngster jumped pack, his inherited stance dropping for a moment. "Whoa! You guys are gonna get whiplash if you keep doing that," he sneered, earning chuckles from the Son men. Piccolo and Vegeta remained stony, the latter shaking his head at his son's growing range of annoyance.

[~ He must be hanging around Kakarot's kid too much .~ ]

"Like I was saying, we should do the same thing we always do! Beat the crap outta them and save the world once again!" He stood with his finger pointed triumphantly in the air, legs spread apart slightly, other hand on hip. Again, the Sons laughed, while the other two sweat-dropped. The loudest and hardest laughing, Goku, stopped abruptly, placing his chin his hand. After a moment or two of thought, thinking not being one of his grand accomplishments, the tall man took a few steps away from the group to address them properly.

"Sounds like a plan to me!"

Gohan, Vegeta, and Piccolo looked at each other before Anime-flopping to the floor, while Trunks and Goten gave Goku the victory sign. Goku, ever the one to miss out on the obvious, glanced back and forth between the three still on the floor.

"Hm? Guys?"

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He should've guessed what was happening by the first explosion that rocked the house. But being one to take things calmly, the Prince simply rolled over to his side and brought his wife closer. The second blast sent glass and couple to the floor. Vegeta lay flat on his back, glaring at the ceiling in an attempt to calm his anger. Bulma, at this point, was in hysterics, squeezing the air out of her husband....well, trying to. With a furious growl, he was on his feet, wide-eyed woman in hands, golden glow of Super Saiya-jin radiating.

The bedroom door creaked open, allowing a mop of messy purple hair to peak through. "Can I come in?" Blue eyes darted around the room, surveying the broken glass and furniture askew. Bulma waved him in, having jumped out of Vegeta's arms. "You aren't hurt are you?" She turned him every which way, checking her son. "MO-OM! I'm fine!" Red crept onto his cheeks. To think! He was being treated like a baby in front of his father! With a quick burst of light and a whoosh of air, Trunks matched his father.

By now, Vegeta had sported his gi, placing the finishing touches on it by putting on his gloves. "And just where do you think you're going?" He opened and closed his hand repeatedly, getting the right fit. Trunks looked as though he had been asked the stupidest question ever. Right eye twitching ever so slightly, he crossed his arms over his chest, a spitting image of his father, if you overlooked the hair. "With you." A simple statement. Had it been another occasion, another day, Vegeta would consider letting his son tag along. However, being this day, it was,

"Absolutely out of the question. You're staying here, and that's final." The Prince regally turned around, heading towards the balcony doors that had so often lead him to battle. His family followed, as they often had, though Trunks was a baby the last time he had left in this manner. He turned around, looking at the two people who meant the world to him. Bulma stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him.

"Nani? No protest? Tsk, tsk, Onna. You're falling behind in your screeching." Vegeta smirked, watching as Bulma's own face contorted into an evil smirk. "If you die, I promise I'll bring you back and kill you again." The smirk faded from the Ouji's, shock taking over. He looked at his son, pointing at Bulma. "I think she's serious."

Trunks laughed. It wasn't everyday his father joked so lightly about death (or joked at all...but that's beside the point), especially after Buu.... With that thought, the young demi-Saiya-jin scowled, his eyes glazing over.

[^* Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry...*^] He repeated over and over, staring furiously at one unfortunate tree. The silence that ensued was killing the young Prince, but he refused to make a sound or move, fearing that he would only end up disappointing his father with his emotional nonsense.

"Are you alright, son?" His father's soothing voice shattered his last reserve of strength. Trunks flew up to Vegeta, throwing his arms around his neck and burying his face to the side. The older Prince blinked, definitely not expecting this. Then again, with all the talk of death and dying...he wrapped one arm around his son, giving a short reassuring squeeze. At least Trunks hadn't been there to see his death with Buu. Nor was he going to see this one, if it were to occur.

He gingerly set his son down, hoping against hope that it would not be the last time he ever saw them. As if remembering, he turned towards the lavender hair child again. "If anyone outside of our family and...friends...," he used the term loosely, "tries to get hold of the dragonballs, smash them around a few times. Got it?" Blue eyes widened ever so slightly, a nod following. "Hai 'Tousan."

A flash in the corner of Vegeta's eye caught their attention. "We'd better get going Vegeta." It was Goku. He stood off to the side sheepishly, knowing that he had probably interrupted something. "I'm coming," muttered the older man. A final nod sent their way, the two full-blooded Saiya-jins flew off, golden trails of ki streaking the sky.

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Goku shook his head as they flew speedily over West City. Chaos, as expected, erupted all over the city as various bombastic explosions had gone off. He wasn't quite sure if bombs or energy had caused them, but the destruction was the same...

.......half the city had gone up in smoke and flames......

People continued to scream and cry out, though, as far as Goku could tell, the area was slightly safer than it had been earlier that night. Again he shook his head. Whoever did this was going to pay....dearly. He stretched out his ki sense, wondering vaguely if this new found enemy had any idea who he was dealing with. A tiny evil spot flickered in the recesses of his mind, alerting him to where they had hidden. With a glance to his right, Goku caught Vegeta's eye and nodded.

"Found 'em," he said, stopping. They hovered over a restaurant turned hospital. "Good," replied his friend, eye darting toward the distant countryside. "The sooner we find them, the sooner we can kill them." Goku rolled his eyes. Same old Vegeta, though he had a bit of a lighter tone in his voice. He reached out and touched Vegeta's shoulder while locating the ki once again. Placing his fore and middle finger to his forehead, the flashed out of sight.

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Trunks glanced at the two spherical objects held in a glass case. He had never really had a chance to use them, his father usually handled such matters. Well, until Goku came back, that whole weird tournament scenario, and then there was Buu. The Saiya-jin rubbed the bridge of his nose. It was complicated just thinking about it. And now Buu lived among them, acting as though he had been there since...since...forever. He scowled, no longer caring about the giant pink blob. Buu had been responsible for his father's death, and it still angered the young Prince to see him around. He shook his head, purple hair swishing out of his eyes.

Goten sat to his right, a disappointed look fixed onto his face. Yes, Goku had made him stay put too, despite their previous experience fighting Majin Buu. Oh well, it was their loss. They could do the regular fusion, unlike their fathers who needed the assistance of earrings. Then again, the Portara earrings had provided Earth's strongest warrior: Vegetto. Trunks wondered if the universe would ever see Gotenks and Vegetto again. With a smirk that could rival Vegeta's, Trunks pulled Goten by the sleeve of his gi into the hallway.

(((Five minutes later)))

"...Ya get it?"

"Oh, I see! Ok! Let's do it!!"

The two boys stood six feet apart, just enough to give them room to perform the dance. Their arms pointed outwards, legs spread slightly apart.

"FU—!" They swung their arms over their heads, stopping after doing 180.

"—SION—!" Their lower bodies turned towards each other as their arms darted away once again. Breathing patterns and ki at the same level, they touched knees and pointed fingers.

"HAAAA!"

A bright light illuminated the Gravity Room as the two boys disappeared, combining to form one stronger form. The light soon faded, leaving Gotenks to stand in all his glory. "It worked!" Chirped the two voices. He zoomed over to the door, not wanting to make a whole in the ceiling for fear of Vegeta's wrath. Jumping up to Super Saiya-jin, the fused boys located their fathers' ki's and headed towards them, leaving behind two screaming women.

"GOTEN!"

"TRUNKS!"

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Yay! Another chapter finished. Hope ya guys like it! Oh, and the action is coming, I promise!!!

BTW: The last section, about Trunks and Goten only knowing how to fuse the "regular" way...that's really a matter of opinion. There's a DBZ movie (can't remember the name) where Goku teaches Vegeta the Fusion Dance, and they fuse to form SSJ Gogeta. Some people say the movies are extensions of the actual show, some people say they're side adventures. I believe that they're extensions and...well, if I told you the rest I'd ruin some parts. If you're confused or just need more of an explanation, tell me and I'll try to lay it out for you.

Review plz!!

Ja Ne,

~*Pearl*~