[A/N] And so, the reupload commences, who would've thought this fic had its own page at TV Tropes, I was actually quite shocked to find that out. Anyways, I'll get right on and start this thing off...

Chapter 2: Unwelcome Guests

Several days after the incident involving the Third Angel, life in Tokyo-3 was beginning to return to normal, (or what can be at least be considered normal by for Tokyo-3 standards): buildings were being repaired; people were returning home; casualty reports were being suppressed and giant bio-mechanical fighting machines were under repair.

Now most of these incidents, along with everything else in Tokyo-3, could be accounted for in some way, legal or otherwise. There was however one exception to this rule however. Said exception was now currently baffling the heck out of several of the heads of Section One and several other notable officers, all of whom were standing in a dimly-lit room, surrounding a large floor screen. Along with a video recording of the clash between Unit-01 and the Angel, the large display also had several accompanying bars and graphs and a box marked 'time-index' in the top left corner.

"Does it really matter?" groaned Captain Katsuragi. After being briefed step-by-step on the strange energy emission that had been registered during the battle in it's simplest way by Dr Akagi, Misato now found herself still non the wiser and also now extremely bored on top of it. She exhaled a tired breath, speaking in a skeptical tone, "With all the weird stuff I saw going on, along with all of those light shows, I'm not surprised there were a few random energy spikes detected by the MAGI."

"Normally I would agree with you, Captain," said Ritsuko, reading from her clipboard, "but this is something that simply cannot be ignored. All three MAGI have given full affirmatives on further investigation into this strange energy spike. It was clearly emitted by a source completely separate from anything we were observing; separate from the Eva, the Angel or any of our forces, and the focused energy it gave off for just those few small seconds utterly dwarfed anything we had detected from both the EVA and the Angel so far. The energy pattern was also completely alien to the Angel."

"The spike seemed to appear right after a strange spacial distortion was detected for less than point three of a second just as the opposing AT fields neutralized each other. If anything it would appear that the large energy spike originated from this distortion," explained Maya as the image of the EVA and Angel clashing played. The playback went into slow-motion as their fields clashed, releasing a blinding light for a second with a graph alongside displaying energy emissions. Two bars, helpfully marked Unit-01 and Third Angel remained steady as a third, simply marked 'anomaly' appeared, the bar spiking clear up to the top of the screen briefly.

"It was the fact that the emission appeared to split itself into two smaller energy signals a split-second later, and then went off our sensors somewhere within Tokyo-3, which first attracted the MAGI's attention." said the doctor, the bar marked 'anomaly' vanishing and being replaced by two equally sized bars marked 'anomaly A' and 'anomaly B'.

"So..." Commander Fuyutsuki mused, eyes narrowed in thought, "It's not so much the fact of what it was..." He offered to the others in the room, the answer obvious.

"...It's where it went." finished Lieutenant Shigeru, his eyes focused on the huge spike that dominated most of the graph as the scene repeated itself and froze at that point.

"Precisely," The good doctor said, ending the general description of the situation.

"Hmm..." The commander mumbled. As an ex-science professor, the situation was indeed intriguing to him, but he knew what the top priority was at that time, and so he summarized the situation and ended the meeting, "keep an eye on the situation for any similar anomalies and attempt to determine the source, but for now this takes a back seat to all current projects. Dismissed."

"Sir!" came several chorused replies as they turned about and left the room, the Sub-Commander stopping and giving one last passing glance at the energy graph, his brow clenching in thought for a second. He then immediately turned back around and left the room.

-Z-

The next day...

In a derelict, and now barely used sector of Tokyo-3, the glistening metals and brightness of the day were contrasted by the black form of a NERV Sedan as it cruised slowly through the streets carrying its silent cargo toward its destination.

Rei Ayanami sat alone on the left side of the back seat, her driver and assigned bodyguard in front as she let her attention drift to nowhere in particular. Her current physical state was what anyone else would consider unbearable, but to Rei it was a minor inconvenience which would not hinder her duties to NERV Commander Ikari until the completion of the repairs on Evangelion Unit-00. Therefore, by her logic, her horrible injuries were really not all that much of a problem. If anything her current condition was 'satisfactory', given the apparent success of the synchronization between the Third Child and Unit-01. And though she was prepared to pilot the EVA regardless of her body being ready to fall apart at the seams, she did in truth find the prospect of piloting the Unit in her current state somewhat...disconcerting.

Several minutes and many self-contemplations later, the injured First child arrived at her destination. She was assisted out of the vehicle by the accompanying Section Two agent, her small bag containing a small amount of her somewhat small collection of personal belongings being placed in her uninjured hand. The agent nodded in acknowledgement and climbed back into the car which then sped away seconds later.

Rei went back into her well-polished self-programmed mode, based on sure logic and efficiency, and headed towards the stairway. Although. if she was being slightly more observant (with her single functional eye) then she might have noticed the many chunks of rubble strewn about the pavement that once belonged on the roof.

It was as she reached the fourth floor, and subsequently the door to her domicile, that Rei's mind did stop to register an above average pattern of debris on the floor. It wasn't especially in the way, and so her mind quickly catalogued it as what could now be deemed an acceptable norm. She then carried on with her program of entering her apartment and continuing with her daily routine.

Now Rei Ayanami had to admit that in order to continue with her life as quickly and smoothly as possible -and hence fulfill her purpose more satisfactorily- she allowed herself to be controlled by her own set of preset norms in order to function at her most optimal level. If one were to look in a somewhat simplified method at the First's thought processes over the next minute or so along with her movements , it would have probably looked something like this 'enter as normal' Rei twisted her damaged lock as she entered, her mind immediately processed something 'excessive amount of solid debris scattered on the floor, from where?', she allowed herself to have what could begin to be interpreted as a confused frown as she walked onwards down her small passage into the main living space. Her mind immediately began processing what she was seeing as she dropped her bag on the floor. She looked to her left first, then the right, 'this is an unacceptable level of mess, it is most... disagreeable,' she contemplated this whilst continuing with her thought processes.

Rei's eye and head then raised up somewhat, 'my roof is in immediate need of repair, I should possibly report this to NERV central', she then stepped forward a few paces. looking down, 'my bed has been snapped in half, this is greatly unacceptable.'

Rei Ayanami's brow began to see the makings of a frown as her brain registered the form curled up in the debris that had been her bed. 'I am also unaware as to the identity of this person. I was not informed of being assigned a roommate,' contemplated the First Child, inclining her head curiously as she stared down, choosing to ignore the hell that her living space was now in and deciding the boy, who could have been mistaken for a large kitten in the way he was contentedly curled up in the shaft of sunlight created by the hole in the roof, deserved more attention. Rei cocked her head as the boy occasionally sucked on his thumb, tugging on one of his hair's spikes as he mumbled incoherently in his sleep.

Rei stared.

Goten snored.

Rei stared some more.

Goten snored some more.

Rei blinked (hard).

Goten sniffled, and then carried on as he was.

This cycle repeated itself for a further two minutes as Rei dwelled on the situation, that was of course until she realized she was now in need of a shower and so, deciding the boy wasn't going anywhere for now and therefore temporarily a secondary priority to her daily routine, Rei prepared to bathe herself.

As the First began her preparations to bathe herself, carefully avoiding her injuries in the process, she also contemplated, ne decided, to call NERV soon after. She began her process for bathing: 'undress... done satisfactorily. Fetch bathing implements and other sanitations. Towel... Towel?' Rei looked almost confused for a second as she looked for her usual bath towel around the apartment systematically. Her eyes finally settled down on the strange slumbering form on her bed (or what was left of it anyways) and, to her now growing frustration over her current situation, realized that the boy had now grasped hold of the pilot's towel and instinctively wrapped himself up in it like a blanket.

Rei gave a mental sigh 'This is becoming too much of an inconvenience. Perhaps I should notify Section Two now. No... bathe first, then notify'. She exhaled a slightly exasperated breath. And so, without breaking her emotionless mask, she approached the sleeping form and grasped hold of the towel and pulled, turning towards the bathroom in the process. This did not quite work out as Rei had assumed it would, as she was immediately pulled back, stumbling onto her backside and lay gasping in pain from the shock to her already injured ribs... and of course the new bruise on her behind to boot.

Ignoring the pain as if it wasn't there, Rei stood up and contemplated a solution to her quite serious problem: Freeing her precious towel from the death grip of that sleeping little annoyance. 'I will force him to release it,' she contemplated immediately. She twisted her legs at a slight angle and brought the end of the towel over her shoulder and grasped hold of it in her free arm. She then placed her no nonsense plan into action: She stood up briskly, extended her legs and twisted her entire body, keeping a firm grasp on her end of the towel. She felt the slack of the towel signal the success of her plan and so, without looking back, continued towards her shower. She also ignored the loud crashing sound that she had caused seconds after releasing the towel.

-α-

At that point, in a wonderful Goten dreamland involving excessive amounts of food, candies, toys and reincarnations of Majin Buu that Goten found he could now mysteriously defeat in one punch, the young Saiyan had to admit he was greatly enjoying his little nap. That was of course until the unexpected happened: he suddenly found himself somehow being yanked forcibly from his nice little dream, and for a second he felt a loss of warmth, followed by cold air hitting his body, and then finally he found himself spinning round in mid-air, before...

Crash! The somewhat confused Saiyan found himself and his whole body sprawled out flat into a nearby cold metal dresser which, after him falling back and smashing onto an even harder floor, left a rather interesting Goten-shaped imprint in the side of the piece of furniture.

-α-

If there was anything that Rei was proud of herself for, it was her efficiency at cleanliness, as she somehow had the ability to fully bathe herself within a period of under five minutes and managed to redress her injuries within a further two, although she did find it somewhat disturbing not being able to clean her right arm and other more heavily bandaged areas. And so, from one disturbing scene to another, she headed back to what remained of her room...

-α-

After several minutes of muffled groans and head rubbing, the small form of Goten sat up, still massaging the now visible read mark on his forehead.

It didn't take long for the short Saiyan to register his unfamiliar surroundings, and just as long for his usual innocent and curious (or arguably just plain clueless) expression to appear, as he attempted to put two and two together and sum up his situation (Though for Goten, like his father when he was younger; when it came to figuring out situations. he ended up putting two and two together and getting five, hence making himself even more confused and clueless than before).

"Does someone actually live here?" He asked himself in sheer awe of the mess the apartment was in. That was before his mind began giving flashes of memory: Fusing and being pulled into a funny hole; A loss of fusion; A building flying at him very, very quickly; being hit in the face by said building; softness and then darkness...

"Umm..." he said, nibbling his thumbnail, somehow hoping this would help as he stared from:

"Uhh..." the rubble;

"Ehh..." To the hole in the roof;

"Urm..." to the broken bed;

"Hmm..." To what appeared to be an imprint of himself;

"Ahh" Back to the roof.

This cycle went on for about five further minutes as the hopeless little warrior tried to join the dots of the big picture and figure something out. Needless to say...he was most unsuccessful. And so, Goten was greatly relieved when a possible answer to all his questions appeared in the form of an injured, naked, blue-haired, pale-skinned girl. Goten cocked his head curiously as their gazes met.

The First child fixed her stare on the now conscious stranger who was now returning it in a most unexpected manner 'why does he smile like that? Am I doing something that can be classed as amusing?'

Rei remained silent, and kept that way, not doing anything except fix her emotionless stare (one that would have most likely freaked out any normal person) as the strange little boy approached her and stopped about three feet in front of her and looked up with a curious, carefree smile. Meanwhile, Rei simply stared down and matched his curious stare with her own emotionless, yet still curious gaze.

"Ehh..." Goten gave one of his usual clueless gawking noises as he attempted to work out a reason why the newcomer had done nothing more than look at him. So he decided to do a little test. He reached up, extended his index finger and proceeded to prod the stationary pilot in the stomach repeatedly in an attempt to provoke any kind of response, as he was now becoming convinced she was either unable to talk, dead, some kind of statue, or simply not aware of his presence, therefore he decided prodding her until something happens to be the solution to all his problems.

To be fair, you can't fault his logic.

At this point Rei was flooded with what she could only assume was confusion in her thought processes 'What is he doing? Why does he not announce himself, I have given him ample opportunity. That is getting... frustrating. I wish him to stop that immediately!'

Out of all of Rei's inability to express her emotions correctly, she knew that being repeatedly poked and prodded had forced her to realize that the small annoyance was not going to be stopping his action any time soon.

"Identify yourself," She suddenly said bluntly.

Goten's prodding immediately stopped as he received his desired objective and, now happy to have an acquaintance, answered,

"I'm Goten!" He practically shouted with a bit too much enthusiasm, half-jumping as he said it.

Rei gave a slight inclination of her head, acknowledging the answer and silently relieved he had stopped poking her.

"Why are you here?" She finally asked, deciding the child's presence in her domicile should at last be explained (and possibly the other slight anomalies of her apartment that she had noticed too i.e. the sudden lack of a ceiling).

"Where am I?" Goten asked, suddenly looking round again.

"My apartment," she replied bluntly.

Yet again an image flashed through the little Super Saiyan's head; of him hurtling downwards through a roof and hitting a bed. The cogs in his small head suddenly worked in a desperate attempt to answer his questions, and in the end he came out with a solution. Surprisingly, Goten had managed to come out with something that was virtually accurate: 'Fused with Trunks, opened funny hole, funny hole sucked me in somewhere, pulled apart from the fusion, hurtled into girl's roof, smashed through girl's roof, landed on girl's bed, broke it, bounced off, hit cabinet'.

With the exception of how he was smashed into said cabinet, he was pretty much smack on.

'Why must I repeat myself' "Why are you here?" she replied in the exact same tone as before.

"Well you see..." Goten said, laughing with his hand on the back of his head, hoping he won't get into much trouble for the massive collateral damage he had accidentally caused.

"I think I... kinda broke your roof," he began, pointing straight up, "And... your bed," his finger moved to the destroyed single bed. "Erm... and your cabinet," then to the dresser, "And... I... Where's Trunks?" Goten suddenly changed the subject, hoping she could help him with his situation and not be too mad at him for wrecking her home.

At this point Rei's mind flooded with that confusion again as her free eye moved to focus on the gaping hole in her roof which she realized was 'Goten-sized', as was the huge dent in her bed. 'This boy has damaged my apartment extensively, and yet he remains mostly uninjured, possibly using explosives or such. I shall inform Section Two immediately.'

"Where's Trunks?" Goten repeated slightly louder as Rei turned about and walked to her bag, fetching her cell phone.

"Where?" he asked again almost frantically.

"Why are you asking me?" This was both a statement and a question on Rei's part. Following this, Goten managed to take the hint and dropped it.

Goten's thoughts wandered as he focused himself and closed his eyes 'hmmm... where are you?' he thought as he searched for a ki signal, which he found exceedingly hard as it was difficult to ignore several larger signals coming from a couple of miles nearby, 'no... no... wait, is that a... it's small... is it... yes... YES!'

"TRUNKS!" Goten shouted triumphantly, raising a fist as he decided to go look for his comrade.

"Thank you for your hospitality," Goten said politely, bowing, "but I have to go find my friend now." He then turned and trotted off towards the door.

"You will remain here," Rei said simply as she stood up and moved into his path then began dialing a number into her phone.

"What?" Goten frowned, noticing his way blocked.

"I am calling NERV Intelligence. You will be apprehended and held in custody," Rei stated matter-of-factly (and with what could be almost interpreted as a hint of satisfaction which she found she couldn't deny herself).

'Apprehended...?' Was all Goten could think of as he ran that sentence through his brain before it ticked 'CUSTODY?', recalling certain taunts the Great Saiyaman (i.e. Gohan) came up with, and so in the end his brain came up with: 'apprehended, plus custody, equals stop the weird girl'. With blinding speed that Rei couldn't hope to track, Goten's hand reached up and snatched her cell phone mid-button press.

"..." Rei blinked, staring at her now empty hand. She turned to Goten who, to her confusion, now held her phone protectively to his chest.

Not breaching her emotionless mask, she reached over to retrieve her phone from the now even more annoying intruder. Her efforts were, obviously futile, as the nimble Saiyan slipped away from Rei's grasp, hopping right over her head and landing on top of her cabinet (just short of knocking off the beaker containing her 'soul' as she called it).

Ignoring this for now, Rei walked over, still stoic-faced, and reached for her phone which Goten then raised above his head.

"Would you give me that?" she asked, her arm extended.

"No!" Goten said petulantly, placing her cell phone behind his back defiantly.

It was at this point that Rei let her now pent-up frustrations boil over (this takes quite some pushing for those who don't know her) and therefore had to deal with the situation.

Now if Rei Ayanami had one tenth of a general insight into Goten's overall childish personality, then she would have realized that her next action (which may or may not have silenced or at least calmed down any other 7 year-old), was in fact the worst possible way for dealing with Goten:

Slap!

The sound of Rei's hand striking over the small Saiyan's cheek echoed throughout the apartment.

Goten froze on the spot, his jaw frozen in a dropped position as a red handprint appeared on his cheek. He remained silent, the hand containing her phone rigid in the air before of him.

Rei, still silent, finished her plan for retrieving her phone, and reached over to the still hand of the stunned little Saiyan...

It wouldn't budge. Frozen to the spot, Goten held her phone in what could only be described as a full-on death grip. It was then that it went all tits-up.

"sniff..."was the sound the small Saiyan made, as Rei pulled back to confront him again.

"sniff, sniff," Rei stared, and was curious at what he was doing, but it became obvious as his top lip began trembling and the semi-shaking Saiyan's eyes began to well up with tears.

Ignoring this, Rei spoke "return my-" But she couldn't even finish:

"THAT HURT!" He screeched up at her, "BWAHHAHAHAH!" He screeched/sobbed at an atrociously loud volume, shocking Rei so much that she staggered backwards away from him as he began shaking his arms erratically, and yet again, with a bump, back on her backside Rei landed.

She stood up quickly (gasping somewhat in pain) and stopped in front of the boy, noticing he had slipped to his knees, tears streaming as he cradled his swollen cheek in his small hand. He sobbed and sobbed (and had unbeknownst to her, punched his fist through the floor and sent a rough ki blast tearing directly down through the building).

Ayanami observed the behavior curiously for a moment 'I did not intend to injure him'.

She walked over and got down on knee level as some deep instinct she had no control over, and was unaware even existed, surfaced. She reached her free hand out and touched his now hot and wet cheek and brushed her hand softly over his tender skin. To her surprise, this had a most unexpected effect.

The bottom fell completely out of Goten's sorrow at this, his cries being diminished to a mere few sniffles.

Goten had now stopped his crying and looked up to the blue-haired girl and spoke the only thing that was now on his mind "... I wanna go home now".

Rei nodded once at him, extending her hand towards her cell phone, which Goten kindly returned, deciding to accept the help of the new stranger 'Even if I do get in trouble, I can handle myself,' the boy assured himself mentally. Rei stood up, just seconds before Goten thought it apt to give his new friend a big hug.

Crack!

A wince of pain just wouldn't cut it this time "Gyahh!" she half-screamed in agony as Goten released her.

"You okay?" Goten innocently inquired.

Gasping, she stumbled backwards a few steps...Only to slide back on her towel.

Bump!

Rei ended flat on her backside for the third time. Goten found this amusing... Rei wanted to cry.

"By the looks of you, you must fall over a lot, miss." he smiled, observing her bandages.

Rei scrambled up with Goten's help.

"Don't you think you should get dressed?" The hopelessly innocent boy observed, "You could catch a cold, and you look bad enough..." Goten finished.

Rei let out a noticeable sigh as she began to gather her clothing.

-α-

Meanwhile, approximately two to three miles away in the back of a NERV Section Two van...

Captain Katsuragi and Dr Akagi eyed their interesting discovery which was currently sleeping peacefully on the bench opposite them.

"So... how do you think he got there"? Misato asked, still bemused over the incident that had just occurred..

"Well that's the whole point of taking him back with us: To find out." The head of Section One answered with a minor hint of sarcasm.

To say what had happened was a surprise to both would be an understatement.

A little earlier...

Parked near one of the very last armaments buildings to be loaded, the Captain and Doctor were equally surprised as, in the middle of a conversation, when the side of the building slid open and the chain of gargantuan shells slid ready to be loaded into position, a small figure dropped out of the building and rolled down, over and over each shell, before tumbling off and rolling to a stop at the feet of a very bewildered Misato Katsuragi, who soon registered the form to be not only be alive but seemed to be sleeping like a baby, a baby with a strange mop of purple hair and snoring loudly.

And so, after several long conversations and unsuccessful attempts to rouse the sleeping form, they decided to take him back to NERV H.Q. for further questioning...

"So... Just how do we question a kid who's not even ten years old?" Misato asked, arching her head closer to the cute little slumbering boy between them.

"Well, Captain, I guess this one is all up to you to discern the best course of action," The Doctor commented with a smile, yet not taking her stare off her trusty clipboard.

-Z-

And so, approximately forty-five minutes later, in the usual classy NERV detention cell...

The small room contained six figures, the purple haired boy awakening on a hardened bench. Trunks was disorientated and extremely annoyed, as he usually was in that gap between sleep and breakfast.

The forms of Captain Katsuragi, Doctor Akagi, Sub-Commander Fuyutski, two NERV Section Two agents and the solitary form of Lieutenant Maya Ibuki stood about him in a semi-circle.

Now, Trunks can be said as being notably more receptive to his surroundings than his companion Goten. His mind at this point, instantly registered the facts that he had: 1. screwed up the jump into the Time Chamber; 2. been shunted into some weird place against his will; 3. been smashed into a large steel building and knocked unconscious and now, 4. (Which he currently considered the most important factor) he had been captured by strange members of this weird place and 5. He was really hungry...

"Now then, young man, if you'd be so kind as to tell us exactly who you are and just exactly what you were doing in one of our armament buildings," The sub commander inquired sternly. They had already calculated that the building in question was the last place that one of the energy spikes had disappeared to, and the appearance of this child in a supposedly sealed structure was just too coincidental for them to ignore.

He wiped some sleep from his eyes, "Whaz that, old dude?" he slurred, yawning widely and crossing his legs under him.

"What were you doing in our armament building?" repeated the commander more sternly, a little stung by being referred to as the 'old dude'.

"I have a headache..." mumbled the boy, hissing as he touched a bump on his head. He ignored the question as his stomach started rumbling.

"I asked you a question!" the older man barked.

Trunks' eye twitched, the loudness causing his head to throb. He glared at the old man.

"I really don't care..." responded Trunks coldly, glancing idly around the room with an unreadable expression as he searched for Goten's ki.

"Look kid, just answer some-" Misato started to speak, but was unable to finish.

"-QUIET!" Trunks barked out, interrupting the Captain and causing his own headache to worsen. He was set on finding his fusion partner and getting home before he got in some real trouble, and was sure that if he didn't break out of this prison soon he'd probably get grounded.

"Kid, look, just do as you're told..." said one of the agents gruffly to the stranger, whose face slowly slid from a semi-frustrated stare to a sly grin; a smirk of the likes none of them had ever seen matched before, except for perhaps on the face of their Supreme Commander, Gendo Ikari.

Trunks' smirk turned into a kind smile, too kind, "Here's what I think you should do: You're going to let me go right now, or I'm going to make you regret it for the rest of your lives... Both seconds of it," Trunks advised, his smile not reaching his eyes, a wafer-thin layer of composure holding in his temper.

Misato inclined her head, and in an attempt to counter this she opened the cell door, revealing several more NERV agents waiting. Waiting until the stranger had noticed them she turned back, waiting for a straight response from the intruder, giving him her own version of a sly grin, "I doubt it." she replied calmly.

He opened his mouth to speak, then suddenly blinked as he sensed something, "Goten is here... He's close..." Trunks contemplated out loud as he stood up, looking upwards towards the direction of Goten's ki signal. He took one sudden step forward in the direction of the signal, his movement inadvertently startling the two agents into action.

Now up to this point Trunks had remained relatively calm despite the situation, which he hadn't actually admitted was severely ticking him off, and the next action from the geniuses at NERV popped that thin bubble of calm and finally taught NERV a lesson it had needed teaching for years now.

Never mess with what you don't understand.

The two agents grabbed Trunks by the shoulders and pinned him back down onto the cot.

That did it.

The Saiyan's eyes suddenly widened in shock as his face twisted into a mask of rage, "Get your hands off me!" he screamed, his voice almost inhumanly loud. Both agents recoiled in horror as the boy's eyes flashed from blue to a rich emerald green, his outline starting to glow a pulsing gold.

The remaining agents poured into the room at the sound of the boy's enraged voice and surrounded him just as he began his march.

Trunks cocked his head with bared teeth, "So, you want to see what happens when you piss off a Saiyan, do you? Well if you think I'm bad, then you just wait 'till my dad gets here!"

That pulsing outline erupted outwards in a flash of gold, the solid steel door blowing off its hinges due to the sudden release of energy and hurling every other member of the room against the walls in awe.

Misato looked at the hovering, blazing child in horror, "What the hell are you?"

A smirk tugged at Trunks' mouth, "Sorry, lady," he said, the room lighting up more as two orbs of shimmering energy formed in his palms, "No more questions."

"Gotta go." Trunks grinned, pulling his hands back behind his body and aimed himself at a weak point in the wall. He then made his 'subtle' escape, "Victory Cannon!" he roared, thrusting his hands forward and releasing the two orbs combined together in a brilliant yellow ki blast out through the door, blowing a gargantuan hole in the side of NERV headquarters and giving the Geofront what could only be described as an N2 mine makeover.

Super Saiyan Trunks erupted from the smoke. his aura twirling behind him as he came to a halt in mid-air above the Geofront. He eyed the landscape around him, sensing Goten was somewhere close.

"Yeah, that's it! No one screws with the son of the Saiyan prince and heir to Capsule Corp!" he bellowed down at the headquarters below. He lowered himself down back through the hole in NERV central and onto a walkway.

The boy dropped into a sitting position, still in his Super Saiyan form, waiting for Goten or, just for fun, any fool who wanted to try and get in his way.

It was at some point later that NERV Supreme Commander Gendo Ikari had just had a report dropped on his desk (which he had to turn back over as the force of the explosion had hurled it, he and many important documents across the room), which he read with a small amount of curiosity. It containined the small amount of information they had about the intruder. Gendo Ikari, frowning, now had full knowledge of the Saiyan within his domain, and fully intended to do something about it...

-Z-

In a thrashed detention cell far below, several figures stood frozen in place, still pinned against the wall, each with varying degrees of singed clothes and fuzzed hair. "Well..." said Misato dryly, pausing to pat out a small fire on her flight jacket, "...We showed him."

to be continued...

-α-

[AN] Another reupload and another chapter done. I'll get onto the next one and put it back up ASAP.

I'll see you in Chapter 3: The game starts...