The Transfer: Chapter 11
Videl was speechless as she watched her four, supposedly human; friends consume enough food to supply an army. Yeah sure they usually eat more than what is natural, but never to this amount. Erasa and Sharpner sitting also at the table were in a similar state of shock. Mirai seemed to be in a particular rush. He finished and stood up.
"*I'm going to go see what dad wants."
"Good luck!" Called Danyeil.
Mirai rolled his eyes as he left.
Turning away from the three still stuffing their faces Erasa grabbed Videl's arm, "Girl, did you know they have a pool here. And we are allowed to use it!"
"And this concerns me how?" the raven haired girl deadpanned.
"This concerns you because we will be going swimming. Silly goose. Yohoo, Bboooyys!"
Sharpner, Gohan, and Kernal froze simultaneously in the middle of their escape route. "Yes Erasa?" They asked in one, slightly timid, voice.
"You are going to the pool?" It wasn't a question and Erasa had that voice on. You didn't just ignore that voice.
"Yes Erasa, we'll be there." they responded before bolting from the room.
Erasa, now pleased that everyone will be going to the pool, turned to Videl. "Videl, we need to go pick out swimsuits. I know you didn't bring any, so I picked a couple out for you."
'Shoot me now' "Coming Erasa."
Gohan looked over to Kernal panicked as they left the cafeteria, "Kernal, what do we do?"
"I don't know."
The two Saiyans had his dilemma. They couldn't go in their normal swim attire; all the muscles and scars would show. They had to find a solution.
Suddenly Gohan had an aha! moment. "Wait! I have an idea."
"What is it Gohan?"
Gohan quickly explained the plan to Kernal and he nodded in understanding.
"Hey boys!" Erasa cried as Gohan and Kernal entered the swimming area.
Videl cringed, "Not so loud Erasa."
"I'm sorry Videl." the blonde said as she patted her friends arm.
Videl sighed, "No it's okay. So," she turned to face the boys. "What is with these full body snorkel suits?"
Gohan blushed with the famous Son grin, "Well we don't like the chlorine messing with our skin."
Kernal snorted (quietly) "Yep, cause y'know chemicals cause wrinkles."
Erasa shrieked on a whole new level. "Oh no! I wasn't thinking about that! Oh aren't I glad I have such smart friends. Now I can protect my skin by moisturizing it after a swim, or maybe some age defying crème?" The group had pretty much lost her at this point.
"So are we gonna get in or not?" Videl was getting annoyed. She did not just spend the last hour going through **twenty-three** suits to just stand there.
Kernal smiled and clapped his hands in a London Tipton Yay Me! style. "Yeah, let's go swimming!"
Gohan rolled his eyes, "Alright, come on." and the three went into the water.
Two hours later six bone tired teenagers dragged themselves up to their respected bedrooms and collapsed.
'This is even worse than after a spar with Vegeta except no blood.' Gohan froze. 'Damn I forgot Mirai.' He had been sparring with Vegeta for the past four hours, a regular amount of time for a spar. Wonder how it's going for him.'
Sharpner and Gohan reached the room they were sharing. "You can go ahead and use the shower first, "the blonde called going further into the room. "I have to find all my hair products."
Gohan rolled his eyes, "You and your hair. I'll be out in fifteen."
Gohan inwardly sighed, now he could have a nice hot shower to sooth his tense muscles. But what had him so tense? It was probably from the stress of having to deal with the daily life of a normal teenager. There were so many different social cues and rules. His head spun just thinking about it. What to wear. How to talk to different people.
He walked in and shut the door. After stripping of all of his garments and finding the right temperature he stepped in. He groaned as the rivets of hot liquid ran down his back. Gohan reached for the shampoo and caringly washed his tail. It had gotten all matted and sweaty and gross from having to stay under his clothes while in the pool. After rinsing the appendage he moved to shampoo his hair.
Satisfied the demi-Saiyan turned off the water and dried off. He dressed quickly into a pair of loose sweats and a long sleeve shirt and then left the steam filled room.
Gohan looked at the clock on the wall outside the bedroom, 'Hm, I was only in there for 13 minutes.' "Sharpner! It's your turn!"
Sharpner appeared, hair slightly askew, and went into the bathroom.
Gohan threw his dirty swim trunks down the laundry chute knowing they would be washed and returned after dinner. Then he set on the path of unpacking completely. Gohan grabbed the capsule holder and opened all of the ones holding clothes. He then bent down and opened all the drawers underneath his bed. Using his ki enhanced speed he organized all of his clothes in their respected drawers.
Gohan then he plopped down on his bed to take a short nap.
Videl was lying on her bed staring at the uneven spackle painting. "Why can't I figure any of them out?" All day nothing but those four strangers had plagued her mind. Especially one of them. Gohan. There was something familiar in that boy, one that she couldn't recognize for the life of her. But she had to steer her thoughts away from any thoughts had were about them because it was messing with her ability to concentrate.
But, why couldn't she think about them? It's not doing anyone harm.
Because it is improper.
Oh great now she was arguing with herself. The young crime fighter groaned as she turned over onto her side. She could hear Erasa in the shower singing at the top of her lungs. It was annoying; all she wanted was some peace and quiet.
She needed to concentrate on something time consuming. The Gold Fighter and the Gold Warrior sounded like a good idea. Now what did we know about them? Well they are teenagers. They had gold hair. They could fly, had super strength, and shouldn't exist according to logic or physics. Videl sighed; there wasn't anything solid on them. No leads, even guesses really. Well that didn't occupy her for long.
Videl heard the water shut off and decided to take a shower. Drown your sorrows, that famous saying went.
It was dinner time and the Saiyans were already chowing down on a large pile of food by the time the rest of the student body arrived. But the four were not alone this time. The students stared in shock, they had gotten used to the teens eating habits, but the immense amount of food Vegeta and the new guy with spiky hair was consuming, well, made a few sick to their stomachs.
Not willing to be outdone Sharpner slung his arm over Videl's and Erasa's shoulders. "You know. I could probably eat twice that much."
Erasa giggled and Videl smirked, "Then go ahead, try. Impress me."
Sharpner gulped and retracted his arm, his face now an ashen gray. "On second thought, I'm going...to the gym! Yeah I forgot to do my premeal workout. So yeah, bye!"
"When will he learn?" Erasa asked.
"I don't know Erasa, I just don't know."
"Hey Bulma!" Gohan said cheerfully as he strolled into her personal lab.
No response. Bulma was at her desk buried in mountains of blue prints, patent papers, and half made prototypes. Currently she was busily, doing, something. Gohan came up behind her and glanced down at the paper. Shapes and scribble, evidence to a genius' work, littered the page; the designs for a teleporter on a mass scale.
"Buuuullllmmmaaaa." Gohan dragged out.
She jumped, "Oh my Kami Gohan, don't scare me to death." She was panting slightly as she clutched her chest.
"Well I'm sorry," Gohan rolled his eyes. "You know, from all the adventures we've been on you should be immune to stuff like that."
Bulma laughed then swiveled around in her swivel chair. "So what'cha doing here this late?" She crossed her legs and rested her arms on her knees.
"I was wondering what you were going to show the kids tomorrow. And to advise you against anything to stupid or if it would jeopardize the mission."
"Hmm, well. We could do the space ship?" she said barely containing her smile.
"No"
"GR?"
"Later we have to find a way to distract Vegeta for a sufficient amount of time."
"How about the Transdimensional receiver?" Bulma suggested after fifteen minutes of going through different options.
Gohan thought for a minute. "Yeah I think that'll work. But who or rather what time would we contact?"
Bulma smirked, it almost matching the man she married, and said, "Oh don't worry about that. I'll take care of it."
Gohan yawned, "Alright, well I accomplished what I came down here to do. So goodnight."
"Goodnight Gohan."
As Gohan left the room he stopped once to think of that maniacal look on her face, 'I hope she doesn't do anything to crazy.'
Gohan had just woken up ten minutes prior, and after getting dressed (He took a shower yesterday, no need to take one in the morning too), headed to the cafeteria.
As he was nearing the elevators Gohan received a message /Gohan you need to get down to the cafeteria now! Hurry!/ Foregoing the slow moving machine Gohan instead ran down the stairs as fast as Saiyanly possible. He threw the doors open.
"What happened?"
Mirai looked at Gohan, "*Your family decided to visit.*"
A man with porcupine hair and a Goku look alike stood in the center of a crowd of teenagers. They were wearing their armor and most everyone was staring at their muscles. Gohan knew immediately who these men were, Turles and Raditz, Goku's older siblings and his uncle's.
"*Turles, Raditz*" Gohan greeted curtly not wanting his classmates to figure anything out. "*What are you doing here?*" Really it was a valid question. All of Capsule Corps regulars had been warned to avoid the main dome and use the back entrance since the students would be here.
Raditz smirked at his nephew, "*Well brat, we need Bulma to fix a few motors on out SP's. The Anti Gravity Propulsion rockets malfunctioned.*"
Gohan smiled, relieved. At least they weren't here purposely to stir up trouble. "*Well if that's all then go right ahead. She is in Lab B-4.*"
The adult Saiyans left the room leaving thirty or so curious teens. Gohan turned to get some breakfast, but he was stopped by Videl.
"Who were those guys? What did they want? Where did you send them? How do they know your 'cultural language'? Somehow even with her short stature Gohan found himself shrinking under her gaze.
The young demi-Saiyan gulped, it was now or never. "Well Videl. You see. They are my, uncles."
Ten minutes previous
Videl and her friends, Erasa and Sharpner, were sitting at one of the tables enjoying a nice breakfast when suddenly the large doors leading from the outside opened. Two muscular men entered the room. One had long hair reaching past his knees and the others stood up in spikes to rival the mountains. They were wearing strange clothes, well= they weren't wearing clothes at all, at least none like the crime fighter had ever seen.
Their tops looked like plastic, but stretched, and they had on tights.
"Um, Videl," her slightly frazzled blonde friend whispered. "Those guys look rather scary. Maybe you should go and talk to them?"
Videl smiled, "Sure, I haven't had a good villain-heroine interrogation in a while." and she hadn't, not with the two Gold's around. She sauntered over to the two mystery men. "Hello there gentlemen. Do you need any help? You seem to be lost."
Raditz narrowed his eyes at this tiny Earth girl. "No we do not need a weak human's assistance. We need only to speak with our Princess."
Videl was fuming, **No one** and that means **No One** call Videl Satan weak. "Excuse me, but who are you to call me weak? I bet I could probably take you right here, right now."
Turles and Raditz glanced at each other, this little girl was amusing. And Raditz, being the cultured being that he is, started laughing.
Videl's face changed through various shades of color, when she hit magenta she threw a punch at the shorter man.
Still laughing the strange man caught her punch.
"Aw look the little girlie wants to fight me. Isn't that sweet."
"Hey you two, can you cut it out. You're making some of the students over here nearly wet their pants." Mirai commanded.
"She started it." Raditz said sounding like a 4 year old caught in a fight.
"I don't care who started it." /Gohan, you need to get down here and hurry! /
Not a minute later Gohan rushed through the door. "What's the problem?"
Mirai said gravely, "CEAK WUPIQC XOYIXOX HE GIJIH."
Videl watched intensely. They were talking in that language again, 'Damn I wish I knew what they were saying.'
"Turles, Raditz," Gohan greeted curtly. "FTUH UKO CEA XEINV TOKO?"
The man sneered, "FOQQ ZKUH FO NOOX [Bulma] HE WID U WOF PEHEKJ EN EAK [SP's]. HTO UNHI VKUGIHC MKEMAQJIEN KEYROHJ PUQWANHIENOX."
Videl watched Gohan visibly relax. Whatever the man had said obviously pleased him. He replied, "FOQQ IW HTUH'J UQQ HTON VE HIVTH UTOUX. ITO IS IN QUZ [B-4]."
The two men left the room. Videl saw her opportunity and seized it. She stormed over to Gohan and began an assault of questions. "Who were those guys? What did they want? Where did you send them? How do they know your 'cultural language'?" She stared him down, inwardly pleased when he started squirming.
"Well Videl. You see. They are my, uncles."
To say she was shocked is greatly an understatement. "Um, okay then. Can I get an explanation?"
"I will, but not here and not now. When you are ready then I will tell you everything."
Well it was better than nothing. "Alright, I guess I can let you off the hook this **one** time."
Gohan smiled. "Thank you." He left and then ate breakfast.
After he was done eating he walked over to the sound system and grabbed the microphone. "Hey guys, better hurry up and finish. Bulma wants to meet us in about fifteen minutes to go to the first activity of the week."
The entirety of the crowd perked up, what exactly could the blue haired genius show them?
Gohan led the group through several hallways that connected the four main working buildings at Capsule Corps. Kernal hurried to walk next to him.
/So, what are we showing them? /
/The Tansdementional Receiver/
/Ah. Bulma's idea? /
/Yep. /
They had reached a large door. Gohan pushed a button hidden in the wall. Several strange items slid out of the wall. Gohan, Kernal, Mirai, and Danyeil quickly went through the procedures of finger procedures of finger printing, card swipes, and voice confirmation.
The computer spoke out in a cheery voice, **Welcome Gohan, Kernal, Mirai, Danyeil, and welcomed guests." The door opened with a hiss.
Kernal cheekily bowed, "Welcome to Bulma's personal laboratory." He smiled at all the students shocked faces.
Bulma approached the group in a pair of oil covered overalls. "Hey there kids. I got something cool for ya'll today." She walked over and pulled a huge sheet off of a, a thing. It, whatever it was, was huge. Wires and gears poked out everywhere and a giant screen crackled with the black static screen. All in all it looked like a very complex TV. "This is my Transdementional Receiver."
'oohs' and 'ahs' were heard around the room.
Erasa cocked her head to the side, "Excuse me, but what is a Transdementional Receiver?"
"Well it's a really fancy name for a dimension and time phone." Bulma explained.
Videl narrowed her eyes, "That's impossible. Besides how do we know it would even work? There is no proof to date that there are other dimensions other than our own."
"Oh on the contrary it is. Where is Mirai? Mirai!"
"I'm over here mom." (He was hiding in the back)
"Well get over here. It's time to do my motherly duty and embarrass you." Mirai groaned and trudged to the front. "Now, what most of you don't know about Mirai is that, yes, he is my son, but not." The class looked at her quizzically. "He is from the future, an alternate future. Does everyone remember the androids?"
The class shuddered, yes they remembered. That was what led up to Cell. They remembered it quite clearly.
"Okay well another thing about time travel is there are an umphinate number of alternate time lines, one person sneezing can affect it and well I'm sure you don't want to hear the scientific aspects right now. Though if you do, meet me in Conference room 3 at 5 pm. Alright back on topic. In Mirai's world Cell never existed but the androids were much stronger. ESF's were all killed off one by one till finally Mirai was all that was left. So he came to this time and has been living here ever since. Mirai isn't even his real name, it's Trunks. We call him Mirai so we don't get big Trunks and little Trunks confused.
Videl's eyes narrowed, "Then prove it."
"I will, Miss?"
"Videl, Videl Satan."
Bulma chuckled inwardly, 'still can't believe that buffoon has a daughter.'
"We can no longer get a hold of Mirai's time line or alternate universe, whatever you feel like calling it. But we have come in contact with several others so." The blue haired genius walked over to a computer. Several complicated combinations later the motors began to hum. The screen turned on and slowly blurred images became clearer. A small boy, perhaps 12 or 13, answered. "Hi guys! It's been about a week here, so how have you been. Has-" That's when he noticed the students staring slack jawed at the screen. "Who are they?"
"Gohan! Who are you talking to? You're supposed to be reading your Advanced Neuro Physicians of Brain Respondents book and doing the 100 Calculus problems I assigned." Two seconds later a black haired woman in traditional clothes entered the room.
"The future." The small, younger version of Gohan said.
Videl tapped present Gohan on the shoulder, "Did that woman call that boy your name?"
"Um, well that is me in another timeline. This is the NANC timeline."
"What do you mean by that?" asked Sharpner
"NANC stands for No Androids No Cell. No shush and watch."
Chichi instantly stopped belittling, "Oh hi Bulma. How are things going over there?"
"All is peaceful and right not I have Gohan's class at Capsule Corp for a field trip." They went on for a while.
"Sorry, they get like that sometimes." the NT-Gohan said sheepishly. The young boy had a small blush. "You would think you get used to it, but you really don't. Um hey future Gohan, what exactly should I do."
Future Gohan thought for a moment. "How about telling these kids what it's like to live in an Android and Cell free environment *leave out anything about aliens, Saiyans, etc.* Okay?"
The boy on the screen smiled, "I think I can do that. Well here we have..."
Remember the key for this language is on my profile.
Translations
CEAK WUPIQC XOYIXOX HE GIJIH
Your family decided to visit
FTUH UKO CEA XEINV TOKO
What are you doing here?
FOQQ ZKUH FO NOOX [Bulma] HE WID U WOF PEHEKJ EN EAK [SP's]. HTO UNHI VKUGIHC MKEMAQJIEN KEYROHJ PUQWANHIENOX
Well brat, we need Bulma to fix a few motors on out SP's. The Anti Gravity Propulsion rockets malfunctioned
FOQQ IW HTUH'J UQQ HTON VE HIVTH UTOUX. ITO IS IN QUZ [B-4]
Well if that's all then go right ahead. She is in Lab B-4