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Author's Note: Hehe, this is a twisty, crazy, and weird story me and Silver came up with one night!! I hope ya all like it, cause we sure loved to write it! We do own ourselvesHehe Snickers you will see! Also, please take note that we have taken certain liberties... ^_^ Call it an a/u, but Goku is alive, and there's also a fifth addition to the Son family... Kiara belongs to Breanna, so no using without permission! :)



Twin Terror's Strike Force

Mischief and Mayheim are their specialities

Part Eight


© Breanna Breifs and Silver Galaxy 2001, all rights reserved

Rated: PG
(Mild Cussing and Mild violence)






Landing the time machine 5 miles from the city, Trunks didn't want to be seen or heard. Recalling his last time adventures made him think of precautions before time traveling. Setting the time machine behind a boulder, he turned to an angle of a comfortable landing and shut off the main components before opening the air-lock door. Trunks, for the first time in 6 years, he looked at the Earth he knew of this time. Breathing in the freak air, he jumped out of the time machine and stretched. Looking around some more, he tried to see if he could sense the Z fighters' KI.


He could sense Vegeta's, Goku's, Gohan, Piccolo's, and all the rest of the Z Fighters. But he also felt two small unfamiliar KI's he didn't know. Taking a more deeper noticed, he was alarmed to feel one of the small KI's was almost like his. I wonder who it is?' then the thought hit him. Could it be? I know it has been six years since I've been here, but could it be my younger self?' he asked himself and he homed on the small KI's. Especially the one that felt familiar.


Getting his sword and strapping it to his back, he lowered his KI and flew to the two small KI's that he made a mental note that they were somewhere near by.



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Chibi Trunks grinned demonically, as he and his best friend jumped up and down on a car moving at a very high speed.


Copying Trunks' grin, Goten jumped down onto the hood, exerting all of his energy on preventing his flying off, and proceeded to make funny faces at the chubby woman driving.


"Terror Two! Moon'er!" Trunks yelled, as he continued to jump.


Nodding, Goten unsteadily turned around, pulled his pants and boxers down, and immediately shoved his bare butt on the windshield, wiggling it around.


The woman's shrill scream was murder to their Saiyajin ears, but no matter to them... They simply jumped off the car, as the woman lost all control of her automobile. They watched as it careened off a cliff...


The two boys watched, frozen with fear, as they watched... Had they just caused someone to get killed?!


"Trunks...you wouldn't happen to have the Dragon Ball Radar with you, would you?" Goten asked meekly, cringing as he awaited the explosion he knew was coming...


"No..." Trunks answered, staring wide-eyed.


Neither of them noticed they were standing in the middle of a busy highway, and were resulting in even more wrecks by doing such.


Still cringing, Goten ever so slightly relaxed, as he never heard an explosion...or a crash... No, instead, he felt a familiar ki... A ki he was standing right next to, but, somehow, was...saving the woman? Goten looked to his right, and, sure enough, there stood his friend, Trunks, just as stupefied as he was.


"Trunks? What's going on?"


Trunks shrugged, not taking any real notice to the fact that he could feel his own ki, only slightly different. No, what was taking notice about was... "Our dads!"


"WHAT?!" Goten shrieked incredulously, following Trunks' gaze to two sparkling dots in the sky, quickly heading their way.


"Let's get out of here!" Trunks said, grabbing Goten as he ran. Blasting off into the sky just as Vegeta and Goku touched down, and just as a car with a screaming lady was set down on the highway, the two made a clean getaway...somehow.