Time
By: Tsukiakari Kouhai
A.k.a.: Amai Zetsuei
Author's Note #1: Okay, okay. I admit, I'm getting used to Trunks/Pan and Trunks/Marron fics now. Therefore, I'm writing a M. Trunks/Pan and Trunks/Marron fanfic of my own! Hmm…maybe I should change my name to Son Pan…(Don't ask. I got a new haircut that makes me look like Pan. ChiChi if my hair is put up the right way.) Well, on to the story!
Author's Note #2: Before you ask, I'm giving up on my story Gundam Pilots' Rivals due to FanFiction.net deleting most of them for grammatical errors (Not that I'm trying to give them bad vibes or anything.).
Author's Note #3: Ok, here are the ages.
Trunks - 26
Goten - 25
Marron - 22
M. Trunks - 20
Pan - 15
Bra - 16
Mikomi Tenshi - 16
Tenshi En'you - 18
Tsukiakari Kouhai - 15
Mamoru Son - 17
Michael Tomachi – 20
Disclaimer: I don't own any Dragonball Z characters in this story. I only own Mikomi Tenshi, Tenshi En'you, Tsukiakari Kouhai, Mamoru Son, and Michael Tomachi.
Prologue - The experiment
It was just another day for the Z gang in Japan. Bulma was working in the lab, Vegeta was training outside, and Goten and Trunks were in the gravity room, Pan was watching T.V, Videl and ChiChi were cooking lunch, and Bra and Marron were out shopping and boy hunting.
"Finally! I'm finished!" Bulma smiled happily as she had finished building her time machine. Pan heard Bulma's scream and ran down into the lab.
"What happened?" Pan asked in concern.
"I've finished my new time machine!" Bulma squealed in excitement.
Pan circled around the time machine as she examined it.
"How does it work?" the demi Say-jinn inquired.
Bulma showed her the control panel as she explained its functions.
"First, you pull this handle to the time setting you want. There's the Future, Past, and Present. Then, you dial in the exact time in the control panel. Next, you press the start button. Finally, you take the wheel and direct it through the time rift."
"Can I try it out?" Pan asked the scientist.
"Not alone. You need at least 3 more people with you," Bulma told her.
At that time, Bra, Marron, Trunks, and Goten came inside the house. Pan heard them enter the building.
"How about 4 more people?" Pan inquired.
"Sure. It's big enough to fit 10 people at once," Bulma told the 15 year-old.
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Pan ran upstairs to meet up with her friends. She told them all of the Time machine Bulma built and asked if they wanted to go time traveling with her.
"Well? Who wants to come along?" Pan asked the gang.
"I don't know...It sounds a bit...dangerous," Marron replied, worried for the safety of the others.
"Aw...Come on. It'll be fun," Pan urged the blonde.
"I'm going," Trunks answered.
"Me, too!" Goten squealed.
"I also want to go!" Bra chimed in.
"Well...If they're going, I'll go, too," Marron gave in.
~*~
All 5 of them ran down into the lab, eager to go time traveling.
"So all of you want to go?" Bulma asked the group.
"Well-" Marron was cut off by Pan.
"Yeah! We're all ready for time traveling."
"Ok."
Bulma got the group ready for the trip. She gave them special equipment such as walkie-talkies able to communicate through time dimensions, wrist computers able to tell them more about the time dimension they're in, and trackers to tell each other where each person was.
"Good luck you guys. Be careful on your trip!" Bulma gave them a farewell as they left their time dimension and into the near future.
~*~
Amai: Well? How was it? Lame beginning, I know, but it's only the beginning. (Insert dramatic music here.) Bwahahaha!
Tsukiakari: Um...right.
Amai: (She sweatdrops) Heh...
Mikomi: Hey, Amai. When are we going to be in this?
Amai: Be patient!
Michael: (He's reading the script.) There is no way I'm going to do this.
Tenshi: Let me see! (Grabs the script from Michael and reads it.) Aw...I think you and her make a great couple!
Michael: (He blushes.) You think so?
Mamoru: (Grabs the script and reads it.) What! I can't believe this! Her and me? (Tears the script into pieces.)
Tsukiakari: Aw...I wanted to read it.
Amai: Don't worry, Tsu-San. I have more. (Pulls out several more scripts.) Well, anyway, please review! Ja ne! (She disappears.)
Tsukiakari: (Reads the script.) What!
