Chapter Three: "Home, love, family,"
Yet again another usless disclaimer. I DON'T OWN DBZ OR THE CHARACTORS!!!!!!!! Akira Toriyama does.
Notes: Don't kill me for certain parts of this fic. There's some very minor Titanic bashing. Though I do like that movie for personal reasons; My great gramma and great grampa almost got on the Titanic but the tickets were sold out. Cool huh? And because it was just a really good movie. *cowers from the breathing dragons of flamers* Just don't say I didn't warn you! (And I'm NOT just talking about the Titanic bashing)
Home, Love, Family,
there was once a time I must have had them too.
Home Love, family,
I will never be comeplete until I find you.
One step at a time, one hope then another,
who knows where this road may go...
"Kaasan, you really don't have to do this." protested Mirai Trunks. "I mean, I could just as easily go somewhere else."
"Don't be silly Tru-chan. This is cheaper, and it's not like I haven't done it before.
Mirai Trunks closed his eyes and waited as Bluma neared his head with the scissors.
Chichi watched, tightlipped, as Mirai Trunks taught her only granddaughter how to use a sword. No, she did not approve of what they were doing, but she did approve of their being friends and spending time with one another.
She didn't know how Gohan could let his daughter fight with one of the most powerful men in the universe. Pan could get hurt at the rate things were going. Not that it hadn't happened before, she had had multiple bruises and cuts from her spars with her uncle and Trunks, and they weren't even at full power.
Then again she had been younger, weaker, and less experianced at fighting and those bruises and cuts only taught her what she could, or should, have done differently to avoid being hurt. A saiyan could be pretty niave about some things but fighting definetly wasn't one of them, a saiyan's brain could record and keep information on one fight and use it to help them in another. It was part of the reason the saiyan race was so formidable.
Two identical swords (Pan had borrowed Trunks' sword) clashed and the weilders growled at each other as they tried to force the other one to submit. The taller one had an advantage but the smaller more pettite one definetly wasn't anywhere near giving up. Leaping backwards, Pan raised her "borrowed" sword and slashed at it's duplicate. Not being used to using a weapon, the slick metal slid in her sweaty hands and she almost dropped it when Mirai Trunks' sword connected viciously with her own.
Chichi bit her lip to keep from wading inbetween the two saiyans and pulling them apart by their ears. Fighting was bad enough, (it had taken awhile for Gohan to get his hearing back after Chichi found out he was letting Pan train) but using sharp blades that could lay open even a saiyan was almost too much. Well, she had been told that the blades wouldn't hurt the two saiyans, it didn't hurt Goku's finger when fighting with Trunks, but she had seemed determined to find something wrong with it nonetheless.
Pan hadn't noticed it yet due to her concentration on not losing the sword, but Mirai Trunks was methodicly backing her into a wall.
With a low slash Mirai Trunks forced Pan to take yet another small leap backwards. Giving a short hiss, Pan stabbed the sword towards Mirai Trunks only to have him sidestep the blade and throw his elbow hard onto her wrist. Still sailing past him due to velocity, the blow made her drop the sword and she instintivly swiveled around to face him, she was met with a sharply honed blade held steadily about six inches away from her throat.
Holding her hurt wrist, Pan broke the silence with a sigh and a shake of her head, "I geuss you win again bishounen." using the nickname she had given him several weeks before.
Mirai Trunks had become used to this and ignored it. (almost, at least he didn't turn completely red this time) He grinned at her and tossed his sword into the air, leaning to the side he let it fall straight into the sheath with a loud "shing." With a smile he patted her on the head, knowing she hated it when he did that. "You've just got to get used to using a sword like it's an extension of yourself."
With a small cat like growl, Pan swatted her friend on the arm. "Don't do that."
Chichi shook her head, as she watched the two poke each other, their antics soon escalated into a game of two person tag. They both looked as if they were having the time of their lives, but Mirai Trunks looked kind of... detatched. Like he was afraid of getting too close to Pan. Or anybody for that matter.
I wonder why... Chichi's brow furrowed as she tried to come up with a logical reason for Mirai Trunks's behavior. There was no reason that she could see that they wouldn't want to get married right away.
Bulma swivled around in her chair as loud bangs and two male voices reached her ears. What is going on out there? All I wanted was for Gohan to find Trunks and get him to come home. He can't hide from Vegeta forever, besides, I need to ask him something.
"OW! Hey, wait a minute, Gohan! Let go of my arm would you? That hurts!"
"No. And for the last time, Vegeta did NOT bribe me into finding you and bringing you to him so he can use you as a punching bag."
There was a low grumble in response and then a crash as something fell over. "I don't believe you!"
A growl was heard and a moment later Trunks was literally tossed into the room bound with energy charged shoelaces and gagged with a (clean) sock.
Bulma could just barely hide her amusement. "Trunks, take that thing out of your mouth. I need to ask you a few questions." with a small smile the only indication she thought this was funny she looked up at Gohan who was standing in the doorway breathing a little raggidly and giving Trunks a small, but evil, glare. "Gohan would you mind going and getting Goten too? I need both of them."
Gohan's face instantly fell into what looked like a puppets with all the strings cut. Catching Trunks had been hard enough, what with chasing him around the continent a few times, but Goten? His little brother was even faster then Trunks! Turning slowly he almost crawled down the hallway. One thought dominating all the others, I hate my life.
Looking down at her son Bulma finally let herself smirk a tiny bit, "Still haven't taken that thing out eh?" Resting her arms on the back of her chair as she straddled it and changing her voice a bit Bulma cooed down to her son like he was still a little baby. "Does widdle Trunksie poo need momma's help?"
Sitting cross legged on the floor with his arms still tied behind him with the shoelace, Trunks growled and turned his head to the side so he didn't have to look at his mother.
She giggled as she pulled the rolled up sock out, "Aw, come on Trunks, don't be such a brat! I was just having a little fun!"
Now sock free, Trunks refused to give his mother the time of day and pretended that she wasn't there.
The room was dark and there was a girlish giggle and a small squeal as two figures moved around in the dark. Goten growled at Paris playfully and let a somewhat muffled groan escape as Paris covered his lips with hers. Luckily they were at Paris's house, they would have NEVER gotten any privacy at his own home.
The glowing television cast an eerie glow upon the two, if you had stood in the doorway you definetly could have heard them but you would have had to have good eyesight to actually see them.
They were doing typical couplish things, touchy-feely-kissy-wissy cuddling. In the last few minutes their movements had become slightly more heated, but as the television switched back to the show they stopped their touchy-feely play and simply cuddled on a corner of the couch.
Goten was somewhat sad that the commercial break was over; he had been enjoying himself. He didn't really want to quit having fun when the show came back on but Paris had insisted that they watch the movie and only mess around during the commercials. He was somewhat ticked at her for that but hey, every relationship has a little bit of give and take right? This just happened to be a give moment.
The actors on the screen suddenly started screaming as the ship tipped to almost vertical. Goten could feel Paris stiffen slightly as she tensed for the upcoming scene. When the ship began to sink the two main charactors climbed to the "rear" of the ship which was sticking straight up in the air. As the ship was sucked under Paris sucked in a breath and pressed closer to Goten. Goten couldn't say he wasn't enjoying the contact, but come on! They were just actors!
The two main charactors began trying to swim and (oh no!) the leading lady let go of the leading man's hand! Popping back up to the surface the lead actress (Lily) began screaming loudly for her lost lover who had apparently been drowned. Her cries seemed lost in the huge ocean with over 2000 other's screaming right along with her.
Paris snuffled and held Goten's hand as the lead actor (Jake) popped up and saved Lily from being drowned by a man who couldn't swim and had been trying to use her as a life raft. Goten must have dozed off because the next thing he knew Paris was crying softly into his shoulder. Curiously he glanced at the screen and saw that Jake had just been found to be dead and Lily had just let go of his hand and was crying as he sank into the black depths of the ocean.
"Oh Goten! It's so sad! She promised she'd never let go!" she hugged him around the neck and he felt his breathing become slightly restricted but tolerated it and hugged his girlfriend comfortingly as rubbed her back.
"Shh. It's alright Paris." My Kami it's just a movie!
Paris jumped and Goten reflexivly tightened his grip when the doorbell rang. Wiping her tears with the edge of her shirt Paris stood and rubbed her ribs slightly. Goten had perhaps squeezed a little bit too hard.
"Oi Gohan-san. How are you?" Paris, even though her make up was smeared and her hair slightly dishevled from their "commercial activities" she still managed to sound perfectly manicured. She didn't even sound as though she had just watched a tear-jerker ending to a movie.
"I'm fine, thank you Paris-san, but I've got to kidnap my brother for a little bit."
Goten, who was still seated with an arm across the couch and his feet thrown up on the coffee table got a slightly panicky look on his face. (well we know where he's been hiding out for a while...) "Why? Where're we going?"
Gohan wasn't fool enough to tell Goten that, especially after his experiance with Trunks. "Um, er... Kaasan wants to talk to you. Pronto. C'me on." Stepping outside, Gohan waited for his brother to finish the lovey dovey scene.
Hurridly getting his shoes on Goten gave Paris a quick goodbye peck on the cheek before exiting and shutting the door behind him. "Gohan?" he called, looking for his brother who had seemingly dissapeared. "Gohan?" he took a few steps away from the door, "Go-"
Almost instantly he was shoved to the ground. Not at all prepared for the attack he skinned his hands and growled at his attacker before realizing it was Gohan. "Sorry Goten, but I have to do this..." muttered Gohan as he bound Goten's hands behind his back and used a second ki charged shoelace to bind his brothers feet.
"Goha-" Goten was cut off again by a sock being stuffed into his mouth.
"Sorry bro." chuckled Gohan as he grabbed Goten by the arms and took off into the sky.
"Mmph hummgh!" was the only reply.
Marron was annoyed. She and her father had been expecting Juuhachi-gou home for lunch for quite some time. They had already waited dinner for three quarters od an hour!
"Where are they?" fumed Marron. Not only was her mother late, but her uncle hadn't shown up yet either. Besides, if they were gone any longer then the food would be stone cold by the time anyone got to it; Marron had even cooked most of it herself.
Knowing his wifes passion for shopping and money, Krillen figured she had just stopped into one of her favorite stores and simply lost track of time. "She's probably dragged Juunana into a store somewhere and is subjecting him to carrying whatever she buys."
Marron crossed her arms with a haughty hmph before turning the heat down on the rice pot. "Well, that's just peachy, they have all the time in the world, but as for us we arn't getting any younger!"
At this the front door was booted open and Juuhachi-gou stepped in holding a paper bag under each arm, not bothering to hold it open for Juunana-gou whose arms were piled higher than he could see. "Sorry we're late! We got eh... held up." said Juuhachi, setting down her packages and making her way to the kitchen.
Juunana-gou stumbled to the couch and then uncerimoniously dropped his sisters buyings without even checking to see if they landed safely. He sniffed the air and then followed his twin into the kitchen. He may be an android, but he was still hungry.
Instead of badgering her mother and uncle what had taken them so long Marron immediatly served them and her father their favorite dishes which she knew by heart. "Eat up." she chirped cheerily before sitting down and serving herself.
Unlike Krillen, the two jinzouningen looked at their plates; as if not quite sure what to make of them, before digging in themselves.
Krillen knew the jinzouningen well enough to know that neither one of them was a big conversational eater, so he instead talked to his daughter. Mostly about how good her cooking was. Though of course it couldn't compare to Chichi's. Not that he told her that.
"This has got to be the best meal I've had in a long time. How'd you make it?"
Marron blushed slightly at the compliment before going through a quick run-through of the recipe.
A set of blank blue eyes stared across the table. How could a daughter look so much like a mother? If it weren't for the fact I knew who was who I'd think I was seeing double.
The clock's numbers flipped from 2:43 to 2:44 and Bra couldn't wait for it to flip yet again. She loved astronamy, she planned to try and prove the fact of life on other planets. First of all she knew it was true, her being part alien was proof of that. But humans were so STUPID! They had evidence right in front of their noses of aliens and yet they chose to ignore them and pretend that they were the superior and utmost high species in the universe. They were all in denial, most people had even forgotten Cell.
Bra fumed in her seat, Just wait. I'll show them. We alien types deserve some recognition here. Everyone asumned she was just a flightly little idiot. Barely intelligent enough to stand on her own two feet. But they were wrong. Bra was no dummy, she wanted to help her brother run the company, or, if she could tap into her trust funds, maybe even start her own branch of Capsule Corp.
She had heard the stories of Namek and Vegeta-sai, there were certainly more interesting planets out there to discover and explore than Earth, and she wanted to be part of it! Whatever she could learn about the stars and planets would help her when she actually went out there in her own spaceship. Though she'd have to talk her parents into that first.
Staring bordly at her desk Bra picked up her pencil and looked at it for a moment before reaching up, removing both of her dangly earings, and sticking them on the eraser. Less bored now that she had a toy of sorts to play with, Bra twitched her fingers and listened to the crystal danglies bounce jauntily against the side of the pencil. This is sad. A class I actually like and this is what I resort to.
Now twirling the pencil she pretended it was a princess at ball and that the earings were the dress. The princess was dancing, and now a prince was coming over and asking the princess to dance...
That was when a paper football hit her in the temple. "Huh?" Bra glanced in the direction from whence it came and saw Bunny waving her fingers ever so slightly and giving her and exasperated look.
Deciding to ingnore her friend she opened the note and began to read. However she did not get as far as she would have liked to because the floor began to shake and the windows shivered in their sills. Bra shoved her desk away with more force than nessicary as she rose and looked around wildly, What the Hell is going on?!
"Earthquake!" yelled a student from the back of the room whom Bra had never spoken to.
That's right. An Earthquake. Well that's not so bad. The lights overhead shattered and bits of glass caught in the saiyan princess's hair as she screamed in surprise. Shaking her head to get the biggest pieces out, Bra was knocked down in the flood of screaming students racing for the doorway.
Sticking her left arm out Bra caught herself and got up before she was trampled, but she was still going to have to fight her way through a bunch of people to get to the door. Tucking a peice of aqua colored hair behind her ear Bra glanced at the window. Nah. Too many people and we're on the second story, they'd think I was commiting suicide.
The window checked off from her list of exits Bra turned toward the door once again. Why did her cheek feel sticky? Raising a hand she saw a small gash across her palm with a tiny bit of glass stuck in it. Damn it all...
Bra wasn't too worried. Most earthquakes were hardly strong enough to feel. Just then part of the wall crumbled and a few desks started sliding toward the opened hole. Then again, maybe she should worry a little more.
It was pandimonium for a few moments as everyone tried to open door at the same time only to find that it was locked and learning that they had suceeded in creating a very good road block in the middle of an earthquake. Students were screaming, teachers in other classrooms and in the hall way could be heard belting out instructions that obviously no one was listening to.
Finally Mr. Nebulo shoved his way through the crowd and to the door, pulling out his keys he unlocked it just in time to have the shaking stop.
"Alright everyone. There may be some aftershocks so I want you all to exit the building in a calm and orderly fa-" Mr. Nebulo was cut off as around fifty people swarmed past him to get outside where nothing would fall on them.
Bra hissed as she plucked the offending shard from her palm. It looked worse that it actually was, the cut being only a centimeter or so long and just deep enough to open a vein that had spilled a lot of blood. She grumbled to herself as she walked out of the school and into the heat of the day. "That's it. I'm going home and I'm not coming out of my room for the rest of the day."
Turning, Bra shaded her eyes with her right hand so she could see what damage the earthquake had done; mostly on the side of the school that her classroom was on. The wall that had used to cover her classroom was caved in and some other sections were cracked, but other than that it was just fine. Reaching into her pocket for her sky car Bra over heard snitches of conversation.
"-see that? That wall's completly caved in."
"-do we live on a fault line?"
"-high school wasn't even damaged."
"-ha! To bad we have to pay for College or I'd be laughing that we got days off 'til they transferred us."
And with those few short comments, Bra's world was thrown into chaos. "Not again." her breath hitched in her throat as she jogged to where the caving of the wall was worst. Picking up a section, larger than most people could have lifted without difficulty, Bra felt her eyes narrow. She wasn't a fighter, she had never seen battle, but Vegeta had trained her how to control and use her power to the best of her advantage.
As annoyingly long and grueling as learning to manipulate her ki had been, Bra was eternally grateful for it now. She was above stupid human things and she knew something that no one else did. There was ki residue on those bricks.
"When exactly did you start taking apart the time machine?" Asked Bulma, leaning forward in her backwards facing chair.
"About ten minutes before we found that disc." Trunks was still bound and was propped up against the wall in his parents bedroom. Along side Goten who was also still tied up with ki charged shoelaces.
Wiping a hand across her brow Bulma sighed, "Okay... so what exactly were you doing before you found the disc?"
"Cannibalizing the time machine. We thought some of the parts might be useful."
"I was cutting wires and pulling out some computer chips, the disc popped out after I cut a blue wire." Goten piped up truthfully.
Bulma wrote all this down and then absently picked up the phone as it rang. "Moshi-Moshi?" she listened for a moment, "No. What are you talking about? Of course we haven't received any news about tetonic plate activity."
A slight buzzing was heard on the other end.
"Bra slow down I can't understand you. WHAT?! Owari." Bulma slammed the phone down and just a s fast picked it up again, this time dialing the number that enabled her to yell at Vegeta while he was in the gravity room. (which she had by now fixed)
"What woman?" snarled Vegeta in an irrate tone.
"Vegeta! Get your ass up here THIS MINUTE! I'm not kidding we have a situation on our hands!"
"And just what sort of situation would that be? Did you break a nail?"
Bulma hissed into the phone and squeezed the plastic handset so hard it creaked, "Our daughter was almost killed today!"
When she got no answer Bulma dropped the phone and untied her son and Goten. "Get up you two." pointing at Trunks she barked out an order that no one would want to disobey. "Trunks go get your sister and bring her home safely. After that I want you both to keep an eye on her until I can get everyone together."
Trunks gulped at the look on his mothers face but obediantly hopped out the window and began trying to get a fix on his sisters ki.
Turning her gaze on Goten, Bulma handed him the times that she had worked out in sequence from when they had first begun working on the time machine plus a few of her notes on the side. "Does this look about right?"
Goten nodded, "Hai."
"Good. Now go find Tru-chan." she snatched the paper back. "I have a feeling that we may have another Cell on our hands."
"What about Marron though?" Bra asked as she flew unsteadily by her brothers side. They were more than 3,000 feet up but Bra wasn't afraid in the least. She still hadn't completely mastered flying, but she knew that Trunks would catch her if she fell.
Trunks looked a little worried at this but then relaxed. "She'll be fine. She lives at the Kame House and no ones going to bother going there if they want to look for trouble. Besides, she's got both her mother and father to keep her safe. Plus her uncle's visiting for a week."
With a nod Bra tensed her body and felt herself quit wobbling, she tended to let herself relax while flying which in turn lowered her ki; that meant she sunk. Tensing her muscles had the opposite affect.
"Who do you think attacked the school?" Bra's worst suspicions had been comfirmed. She knew they didn't live near a major fault line, so there was absolutly no way for that earthquake to be as big as it was.
"I don't know. Was there any indication that it wasn't an earthquake before you saw the wreckage?"
With a shake of her head Bra "nuh uh"ed and fell silent, leaving Trunks to ponder his own thoughts. Bra, having a quick eye for when something was bothering her brother, saw his eyes flick over to the west every few seconds.
They flew in silence for a few more moments before Bra gave her brother a look and pulled up to a stop. "You like her don't you."
Trunks almost fell out of the air. "What? Who?" he had an unmistakable tint of pink in his cheeks.
"Marron you baka."
"Whatever gave you that idea?"
Bra rolled her eyes. "Well lets see. You're blushing. What more proof do I need?"
"Other Trunks blushes all the time."
"Yeah but that's because he was all by himself. He's not used to getting
compliments like you are, so I know that you're not blushing for practicaly
no reason." Bra smirked triumphantly and sing songed, "You're over the
deep end. You're in Love."
"Due to recent tetonic plate activity," crackled the intercom, "School is being called off early today incase of aftershocks. Check the news tomarrow to see if we're closed or not depending on what the scientific buearo says. Have a good day."
Pan stuffed her things in her backpack before jumping up and speed walking out the door. Sure, she could have stayed and talked to her friends, but what the principle had said had bothered her. There had never been an earthquake in Satan City before, and Pan knew there probably never would be.
Turning, Pan went directly to SCU. Ducking under the yellow police line, she stood before the worst of the wreckage. Frowning, Pan placed a hand on a peice of wall trying to get a better sense of the ki residue. Funny. I feel like I know this from somewhere, but I just can't place who it is. If I'd gotten here sooner I might have been able to get a better reading.
"No doubt everyone but me knew about this." growled Pan. Darn it. Just because she was the youngest nobody ever bothered to tell her anything. "To bad they're all so predictable. Let's see, now where would everyone go to try and think of a plan to get someone who just blew up Orange Star College? Oh yes. Capsule Corp." she muttered to herself sarcasticly before taking off into the sky.
Mirai Trunks was brooding, he had never felt more alone in his life. Of course everyone was nice enough, and they all tried to cheer him up. But nobody really understood him. He had been though the nine levels of Hell and they had the nerve to act all happy that he had come to stay with them.
Besides that, he was afraid of losing them. He knew the probability of another superpowerful monster once again threatening earth was extremly unlikely, but there were other ways of death out there. Disease for one thing. And guns... okay not guns or knives but definetly disease.
My kami stop moping Trunks. You'll make yourself sick. He was starting to remind himself of a Vietnam soldier. After the war most of them had a hard time getting to close to anybody because they'd lost so many friends during the war they were too afraid of losing someone else to risk happiness.
And what would make him happy?
He didn't know but he cirtainly wouldn't find it hanging around here.
Come to think of it, where was here anyway? Looking around Mirai Trunks realized he was sitting roughly in the same spot that the Cell game had taken place. Now why the Hell did I come here?
He was just about to get up when there was a thud and a black blur went tumbling past him at an alarmingly fast pace. "Trunks!" it yelled.
Mirai Trunks lifted an eyebrow and then walked over, lifted Goten by the collar and set the older man on his feet. "Hey Goten, what's up?"
Looking as though he had recently had the fear of God instilled in him Goten grabbed Mirai Trunks by the jacket and tugged him into the air with him. "Bulma told me to find you. She thinks..." he gulped and started again. "She thinks we've got another Cell on our hands and she said you'd know what to do better than any of us."
Mirai Trunks was unimpressed. "So? What's the big deal? You guys are all strong enough to defeat Cell single handed by now."
"Really? She didn't even tell me what a Cell was. Just that i needed to find you and bring you back."
Mirai Trunks snorted. "That's Kaasan for you. She really scared you good didn't she?"
Pan had been sitting on the couch for about an hour before anyone else started showing up. "So what's going on?" she quizzed Goten and Mirai Trunks when they walked in the door.
"We think whoever tried to kill Bra by so descreetly shake n' bakeing the College stowed away in Trunks' time machine."
"Really? But what could have stowed away in there without Tru-chan knowing about it?"
"That's what we're all here to figure out." cut in a new voice. Turning round they saw Vegeta leaning casually against the door frame with his hands in his pockets.
Bulma came hurrying in and then out again after barking at them a single sentence. "Sit. Everyone else should be here soon."
Pan took her seat on the couch next to Mirai Trunks and laid her head on his shoulder, yawning as she did so. She ignored the slight tensing in his muscles and heard Goten snort a little bit. He's blushing again. She concluded with a mental laugh. I thought he was over that.
There was a squeal and then a thump as something ran into the door from the otherside. Goten quickly opened it and caught Bra before she could fall flat on her face; she was still stunned from her not-so-friendly encounter with the door.
Helping her to a chair Goten sat on the edge of it next to her, quickly relocating himself to the couch next to Pan when Vegeta glared at him.
Vegeta glanced at Trunks who looked a bit annoyed at his counter part. Flicking his eyes over Mirai Trunks he saw why. Pan still had her head on Mirai Trunks' shoulder and if Vegeta was perfectly honest, he thought they looked just a tad bit too chummy.
Trunks was just about to go do something about what he saw as his future self stealing one of his best friends when the doorbell rang. Sighing, he opened the door and watched as Pan scooted over just enough for Marron to sit inbetween her and Goten. To his annoyance this made it possible for her to sit closer to Mirai Trunks without it being obvious.
Mirai Trunks had barely noticed when Marron had entered, he was so used to her being around by now that she didn't bother him any more. However, when Krillen entered he flashed a bright smile to his old friend.
Krillen waved and grinned before stepping aside to let his wife and brother in law through. He was still watching Mirai Trunks as he did this and saw how fast the young man's moods and expressions could change.
"Yaaaaah!" he screamed as he powered up and leaped off of the couch.
"Trunks!" yelled Pan, jumping up as well and turning Super Saiyan faster than the eye could see. "Stop it! They're no threat!"
But Mirai Trunks wasn't paying attention. In fact, he didn't even seem to hear or see Pan as she slipped her arms under his own and tried to keep him from rushing at the two jinzouningen. He shook her off as though she were no more concern than a fly.
"Juunana-gou." he hissed, eyes glowing with rage and body crackling with energy.
"Trunks stop it!" repeated Pan, this time standing in front of the twins with her arms spread out defiantly. "They're on our side!"
Not wanting to hurt Pan, but dying to get to the two evil creatures behind her Mirai Trunks powered up in frustration and blasted a hole in the wall. "Get out of the way!" he screamed.
Trunks was peeved at the fact there was now a hole in the wall of his house and the fact that his counterpart was yelling at his friends. "Shut up! Don't you yell at her!" With that he flashed into Super Saiyan and jumped at Mirai Trunks.
The two Trunks' exchanged about two blows before Pan had jumped into the fray. "You idiots! We've got a problem here and all you two want to do is fight with each other!" she growled as a stray fist hit her in the side of the face. "Shimatta!" backing away from them both she powered up as high as she could and then rushed the two battleing super saiyans.
Knocking into them with her shoulder she was able to slam them both into the wall. What she hadn't counted on was the fact that both men's weight and power would send all three of them through the wall and into the front yard.
"Vegeta!" yelled Bulma. "Don't just stand there! Stop them!"
Growling his annoyance at this, Vegeta leaped through the hole and sent a blast toward the trio. Not powerful enough to kill any of them, but certainly strong enough to knock them all silly.
Mirai Trunks wriggled out from underneath the two on top of him. No one was going to stop him from getting to Juunana-gou. By now everyone had come outside in order to see the fight, Marron was standing with her mother and uncle, (Krillen is off to the side) Mirai Trunks saw red. He had meerly tolerated Marron for everyone elses sakes, but now that she was the only thing standing between him and his target he would not hesitate to kill her.
Shooting forward he had almost reached his target when small arms wrapped around his waist and locked. The extra weight slowed him down and eventually tripped him. Landing flat on his face, Mirai Trunks tried to figure out just who had stopped him. Even if he got up now he wouldn't be able to get to the jinzouningen without going through everyone else.
Looking over his shoulder he saw none other then Pan. She was hanging onto his waist for dear life and had her face pressed against his back. A second later she looked up and her eyes flashed back to normal as she dropped out of super saiyan with sadness, not anger. "Tru-chan I know what the jinzouningen did in your time was horrible and that you can never forgive them for it but our times jinzouningen didn't do anything. So please, try not to kill them so we can figure out who our new enemy is."
It was some time before he could do any thing but stare at her. She was right of course. He would have to put his feelings for the jinzouningen behind him so that they could focus on the here and now.
That just didn't bode well.
Dende frowned as he looked over the edge of his look out. Something down there just didn't feel right. Something was bugging him about all of the events that had taken place so far, he just couldn't figure out what the heck it was.
Mr. Popo had sensed his friends uneasiness and had stopped his gardening for the day. "Dende, what's wrong?"
"As guardian of this planet I know more about what is going on down there than they do. The problem is the rules." Dende sighed.
"What rules?"
"The rules that say I can't directly interfere with anything that happens down there unless it becomes absolutely nessicary to the continuance of life on Earth."
Popo made a sound of understanding and looked down at Earth. "Well that was certainly something unexpected." he shifted his eyes to another spot and gasped. "Isn't there something in the rules aginst that?" he asked. "Two identical souls in the same dimension?"
Dende smiled, "My alternate self knew the rules as well as I do and if I allowed this to happen then it must be ok. After all, it's not like she doesn't have a body."
Mr. Popo looked alarmed, "You consider that a body?"
It was another hour or so before all of the more powerful parties had finally arrived. Some of the weaker human fighters hadn't come, knowing that they weren't strong enough to do anything to help.
Bulma has just opened her mouth to speak when all Hell broke loose.