Worlds Apart Part Twelve (Chapters 23 and 24)
A Vegeta-Mirai no Trunks Story
By SS4Vegito and SS4Pan (Pan's back with the disclaimers!)
DISCLAIMER:
I don't own DBZ or any characters who I didn't make up myself. I also don't own Ronin Warriors (in Chapter Twenty-Three Atira says a line from Ryo in Ronin Warriors, if you didn't know what show it was from). If I did, there would be a Worlds Apart saga in DragonBall Z, don't you think? I wouldn't spend all my time writing DBZ and Digimon fics (I'm in the process of writing a Digimon 02 song-fic called "Man After Midnight" which is pretty dramatic) and creating new girlfriends for Mirai Trunks, Gohan (that's with my friend Shannon's help), and the others. Same rules apply as before. Oh, and I'd like to thank my brother Joey (he got me into DBZ in the first place, back when they only showed Raditz saga and I had a crush on Goku and thought Gohan was adorable {BTW I still think Gohan is adorable but I don't have a crush on Goku anymore and have moved on.. To Mirai Trunks, of course, and older Gohan}) and OF COURSE my best friend Shannon, who helped me get back on track after almost a month without working beyond Digimon fics with her incessant pleading with me to do another Worlds Apart story ('cuz she's still waiting for her made-up character to come in, I guess), and of course all my friends (Thank you! You guys are awesome!)! I have gotten an enormous amount of requests from my brother and Shannon and people who read this thing in it's original state (meaning parts 1-11) and liked it, who wanted to see Part Twelve, so here we go!!! This is Worlds Apart, Part Twelve!
Worlds Apart
Chapter Twenty-Three
"I think I have something to show you guys." Atira Ikun told the others, as Mirai Trunks smiled at her reassuringly.
"What?" Krillin asked, his voice hopeful.
"This." She said, then laughed, "Flare Up Now!"
Her aura, usually blue-white, turned golden, as did her hair, as her obsidian eyes turned a peircing blue, as she repeated a signature line from her favorite show.
The murmers that followed made the room alive with sound as people asked questions.
"I taught her, when I realized she was Saiyajin." Mirai Trunks said, his tone calm and his voice steady as he looked at his friends and his two students (I use the term students loosely, since they are Atira and Chibi-Trunks, and Atira is the same age as he is).
"What?" Vegeta asked, more to himself than anyone else.
"She's Saiyajin." Future Trunks repeated.
"Well, that'll help against Ja-Aku won't it?" Atira asked when she had powered down.
"Yeah of course." Goku said, smiling.
"Let's get to training, then!" Bulma replied, not allowing Vegeta to get a word in edgewise.
Later on, Mirai Trunks walked alone through the garden outside of the Capsule Corp. building, like he always did when he needed to be alone.
Suddenly he sensed someone behind him- an attack!
He ducked just in time to see the oaken staff pass over his head.
Blinking, Trunks turned around to see Kashikoi behind him, grinning slightly. Trunks frowned.
"Why do you always come every time I need to be alone?" Trunks asked the strange old man, who was now grim-faced.
"I come when you are alone." Kashikoi replied calmly, "You did well sensing that."
"Uh, thanks." The future boy said, "So, what now?"
"We train."
"Wha-?" Trunks didn't even get to finish his sentence before a beam flew at him from the old man. Jumping up, he nimbly but barely dodged the attack, going Super Saiyan without even thinking about it.
"As I said." Kashikoi said, his tone even.
The old man was surprisingly agile for someone his age, and Mirai Trunks powered up to Super Saiyan level 3.
"Rei Soushin suru!" Trunks cried, loosing the pale-lavender/white beam on Kashikoi, who dodged, though not completely, and was defeated.
The future-boy powered back down to normal and helped Kashikoi up.
"Well...." The old man mused, "You certainly are of your father's blood, no doubt about that."
"I'm sorry." Trunks apologized with a slight bow, as one might give to someone his equal, "I didn't mean to hit so hard."
"I am fine." Kashikoi said, knowing that it would be the only thing to comfort the boy.
"Good. Why did you do that?" Trunks couldn't help but ask. Kashikoi laughed bitterly.
"To see how far along you'd come in your training." The old man replied.
Trunks muttered a slight "Oh" in a soft voice, still confused.
"Don't worry about me, I'm old but still strong." Kashikoi reassured the boy, "You'll do fine. You'll see me again soon."
"But-" Trunks started, but the old man was already gone, "He sure does think a lot of me, doesn't he?"
Trunks started back, but at the edge of the garden he stopped. In front of him stood his father, looking angry.
"Who were you talking to back there?" Vegeta asked. Trunks laughed nervously.
"N- no one, Father, just myself! Bad habit.." The young time-traveler replied, hiding the identity of Kashikoi behind the stone walls of his memory.
"You're lying." Vegeta accused, even angrier.
Mirai Trunks despaired. He didn't want his father to know about Kashikoi..
Wait! An idea struck him. He could use the old man's original name, and pray to whatever God was out there that his father didn't know about it.
"Uh... Some guy named Otoshiyori wanted to talk to me, is all!" Trunks confessed, hoping that his father knew little enough Japanese not to know the meaning of that.
"Why on Earth would someone call themselves that?" Vegeta asked himself, then, to Trunks, "You're still lying."
"I'm not!" Trunks said, despairing yet again.
"I'm your father, I have the right to know this." Vegeta said, for once acknologing Trunks as his son.
"I... I was told not to tell anyone..." Trunks said, "Especially not you."
"Why not? Who was it?" The older man asked, curious and angry at the same time.
"He said his name was Kashikoi..." Trunks confessed finally. Vegeta was furious.
"What is HE doing STILL ALIVE?!" He roared, his temper raising so that he almost hit Trunks, who flinched back as though he had been hit.
"Father, please calm down." Mirai Trunks said to his father, placing a tentative hand on the older man's shoulder.
"You don't tell me what to do!" Vegeta snarled, smacking Trunks in the side of the face, which sent the boy spiraling into a nearby tree, which he nearly went through.
"Ugh... Father, please be a little more gentle, please?" Trunks pleaded, smiling grimly.
"Hm." Vegeta said quietly, "You need to get stronger. What did he say to you, anyway?"
"Not much. He wanted to spar or something." Trunks replied, trying not to make it an outright lie- he hated to lie to people, especially his father.
"Good." Vegeta remarked, walking away.
"I'll see you later then, Father." The future-boy whispered to the wind as he watched his father walk away.
Then he turned to the Capsule Corp. building and walked inside.
Worlds Apart
Chapter Twenty-Four
"Listen, we don't have very long to train." A fourteen-year-old boy said to a young girl of about thirteen, "Are you going to learn or not?"
"You bet!" She said excitedly, "Gohan, you know I will!"
"No second thoughts now, Sukishue." Gohan replied sternly, his demeanor much too serious for someone his age.
"I know." Sukishue complained, growing impatient with the pause in lessons.
"Okay, how do you want to learn? The way Piccolo taught me, or the way Vegeta taught Trunks?" Gohan asked, a mischievous smile on his face.
"Uh.." Sukishue paused, thinking. Vegeta, she knew, had taught Trunks how to fly by dropping him from two hundred miles in the air. She thought back, trying to remember how Gohan had learned to fly... Oh, yeah, she remembered, the same way.
"Well?" Now Gohan was impatient with her. She nodded to herself.
"Either one!" Sukishue said, having figured out his riddle.
"Okay." Gohan said, grabbing her hand and flying up with her, until they reached one-and-a-half hundred miles from the Earth's surface.
"What?! But it was two hundred miles! This is less!" Sukishue shrieked.
"This is how Piccolo taught me, silly. You said either." Gohan replied solemnly.
"Ugh... I have a BAD feeling about this." Sukishue muttered.
About that second, Gohan dropped the poor red-head into the air.
"HEEE.....LLLLLLLLLL......PPPPPPPPP.........MMMMM......EEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Sukishue screamed, caught her breath, and screamed again.
"Calm down." Gohan said quietly, floating beside her, "Just use your Ki energy."
"EASY FOR YOU TO SAY!!!!!!" Sukishue screeched, waving her arms around as though they were wings, attempting to slow her fall. Gohan just laughed, seeing his best friend, a proud person, to say the least, unable to calm herself in the midst of such an easy test.
'But, don't forget how you screamed when you were learning, Gohan. Don't laugh at her.' A voice inside his head told him. Piccolo flew up behind them.
"Hi Piccolo." Gohan greeted calmly, still following Sukishue downward. Piccolo now followed the descent as well.
"SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!!!!!" Yoshi Sukishue pleaded loudly.
"CALM DOWN!!" Gohan cried, causing Yoshi to stop in mid-air.
"Gohan?" Piccolo asked, incredulous.
"You NEVER yell." Said a stationary Sukishue.
Gohan just stared.
"Sukishue! You did it!" Gohan said happily. Sukishue looked down, screamed, and fainted.
Fortunately Gohan caught her before any real harm came to her.
"Poor thing." Piccolo remarked sarcastically.
"Let's get her back to Kame House." Gohan replied to his sensei.
"What does this look like, a chauffuer service?" Piccolo asked, but none-the-less followed his student through the clouds on the way back to Kame House.
Meanwhile, in a field that had been cleared to serve their purpose, two fighters dodged each other's blows, throwing brightly colored blasts at each other when they could.
"Vegeta you are going DOWN!" One of the fighters shouted to the other playfully. The other fighter snarled.
"I don't think so Kakkarott." Vegeta responded, throwing a purplish beam the way of his opponent, the great hero Son Goku.
"You MISSED!" Goku called, dodging Vegeta's beam.
"I wouldn't speak." Vegeta said, likewise dodging Goku's beam.
They continued fighting for a long while, neither one winning, until finally both were too exhausted to fight any longer.
"I think that's good enough for today." Goku panted. Vegeta scowled and sent a small Ki beam into Goku's rear end, causing the younger man to howl in pain.
"Vegeta! Itai! That HURT!" Goku cried, grabbing his butt and running around in circles.
"I believe that that is the point, Kakkarott." Vegeta grinned cruelly and flew away, leaving alone the poor man.
In yet another place, Mirai Trunks trained Chibi-Trunks in the Gravity Chamber.
"Come on, fight hard!" Mirai Trunks chided his younger self.
"Bring it on!" Chibi-Trunks said, smiling slightly.
"If you insist." Future Trunks said, "Kutabatchimae!"
The strange red-orange beam flew at the young boy, of course not at full power, and Chibi-Trunks put his hands out in front of him to counter it.
"Aoi Kousen!" The boy fired off a long, straight blue beam at Mirai Trunks, and the two attacks canceled each other out.
"Think that's enough for today?" Mirai Trunks asked, smiling.
"Yeah.." Chibi-Trunks wiped sweat from his forehead.
Later, at the Earth's Special Forces meeting, Mirai Trunks came to speak at the front of the assembled forces.
"Listen, we've got five more days until Ja-Aku arrives here, and we've got to be in top physical condition, okay?" Everyone nodded, "So train hard, and don't forget to rest." He said the last part with a distinct look at his father, who only grinned in that way that said that no way in Hell was he going to listen. Only Bulma spoke.
"You heard the man! Get going!"
=END=
Konnichiwa, Minna-san! Bulma here! Next time on Dragon Ball Z Worlds Apart! The training commences, with one new member! Mine and Yamcha's thirteen year old daughter Yoshi Sukishue now trains with Son Gohan! Mirai Trunks is getting restless, and goes to fight Seizon-sha again! WHAT is he thinking? Does Yoshi have any chance at becoming a good fighter? And what happened to Lady Fire and the others, anyway? Well, find out next time in Dragon Ball Z Worlds Apart!
SAYANORA!
A Vegeta-Mirai no Trunks Story
By SS4Vegito and SS4Pan (Pan's back with the disclaimers!)
DISCLAIMER:
I don't own DBZ or any characters who I didn't make up myself. I also don't own Ronin Warriors (in Chapter Twenty-Three Atira says a line from Ryo in Ronin Warriors, if you didn't know what show it was from). If I did, there would be a Worlds Apart saga in DragonBall Z, don't you think? I wouldn't spend all my time writing DBZ and Digimon fics (I'm in the process of writing a Digimon 02 song-fic called "Man After Midnight" which is pretty dramatic) and creating new girlfriends for Mirai Trunks, Gohan (that's with my friend Shannon's help), and the others. Same rules apply as before. Oh, and I'd like to thank my brother Joey (he got me into DBZ in the first place, back when they only showed Raditz saga and I had a crush on Goku and thought Gohan was adorable {BTW I still think Gohan is adorable but I don't have a crush on Goku anymore and have moved on.. To Mirai Trunks, of course, and older Gohan}) and OF COURSE my best friend Shannon, who helped me get back on track after almost a month without working beyond Digimon fics with her incessant pleading with me to do another Worlds Apart story ('cuz she's still waiting for her made-up character to come in, I guess), and of course all my friends (Thank you! You guys are awesome!)! I have gotten an enormous amount of requests from my brother and Shannon and people who read this thing in it's original state (meaning parts 1-11) and liked it, who wanted to see Part Twelve, so here we go!!! This is Worlds Apart, Part Twelve!
Worlds Apart
Chapter Twenty-Three
"I think I have something to show you guys." Atira Ikun told the others, as Mirai Trunks smiled at her reassuringly.
"What?" Krillin asked, his voice hopeful.
"This." She said, then laughed, "Flare Up Now!"
Her aura, usually blue-white, turned golden, as did her hair, as her obsidian eyes turned a peircing blue, as she repeated a signature line from her favorite show.
The murmers that followed made the room alive with sound as people asked questions.
"I taught her, when I realized she was Saiyajin." Mirai Trunks said, his tone calm and his voice steady as he looked at his friends and his two students (I use the term students loosely, since they are Atira and Chibi-Trunks, and Atira is the same age as he is).
"What?" Vegeta asked, more to himself than anyone else.
"She's Saiyajin." Future Trunks repeated.
"Well, that'll help against Ja-Aku won't it?" Atira asked when she had powered down.
"Yeah of course." Goku said, smiling.
"Let's get to training, then!" Bulma replied, not allowing Vegeta to get a word in edgewise.
Later on, Mirai Trunks walked alone through the garden outside of the Capsule Corp. building, like he always did when he needed to be alone.
Suddenly he sensed someone behind him- an attack!
He ducked just in time to see the oaken staff pass over his head.
Blinking, Trunks turned around to see Kashikoi behind him, grinning slightly. Trunks frowned.
"Why do you always come every time I need to be alone?" Trunks asked the strange old man, who was now grim-faced.
"I come when you are alone." Kashikoi replied calmly, "You did well sensing that."
"Uh, thanks." The future boy said, "So, what now?"
"We train."
"Wha-?" Trunks didn't even get to finish his sentence before a beam flew at him from the old man. Jumping up, he nimbly but barely dodged the attack, going Super Saiyan without even thinking about it.
"As I said." Kashikoi said, his tone even.
The old man was surprisingly agile for someone his age, and Mirai Trunks powered up to Super Saiyan level 3.
"Rei Soushin suru!" Trunks cried, loosing the pale-lavender/white beam on Kashikoi, who dodged, though not completely, and was defeated.
The future-boy powered back down to normal and helped Kashikoi up.
"Well...." The old man mused, "You certainly are of your father's blood, no doubt about that."
"I'm sorry." Trunks apologized with a slight bow, as one might give to someone his equal, "I didn't mean to hit so hard."
"I am fine." Kashikoi said, knowing that it would be the only thing to comfort the boy.
"Good. Why did you do that?" Trunks couldn't help but ask. Kashikoi laughed bitterly.
"To see how far along you'd come in your training." The old man replied.
Trunks muttered a slight "Oh" in a soft voice, still confused.
"Don't worry about me, I'm old but still strong." Kashikoi reassured the boy, "You'll do fine. You'll see me again soon."
"But-" Trunks started, but the old man was already gone, "He sure does think a lot of me, doesn't he?"
Trunks started back, but at the edge of the garden he stopped. In front of him stood his father, looking angry.
"Who were you talking to back there?" Vegeta asked. Trunks laughed nervously.
"N- no one, Father, just myself! Bad habit.." The young time-traveler replied, hiding the identity of Kashikoi behind the stone walls of his memory.
"You're lying." Vegeta accused, even angrier.
Mirai Trunks despaired. He didn't want his father to know about Kashikoi..
Wait! An idea struck him. He could use the old man's original name, and pray to whatever God was out there that his father didn't know about it.
"Uh... Some guy named Otoshiyori wanted to talk to me, is all!" Trunks confessed, hoping that his father knew little enough Japanese not to know the meaning of that.
"Why on Earth would someone call themselves that?" Vegeta asked himself, then, to Trunks, "You're still lying."
"I'm not!" Trunks said, despairing yet again.
"I'm your father, I have the right to know this." Vegeta said, for once acknologing Trunks as his son.
"I... I was told not to tell anyone..." Trunks said, "Especially not you."
"Why not? Who was it?" The older man asked, curious and angry at the same time.
"He said his name was Kashikoi..." Trunks confessed finally. Vegeta was furious.
"What is HE doing STILL ALIVE?!" He roared, his temper raising so that he almost hit Trunks, who flinched back as though he had been hit.
"Father, please calm down." Mirai Trunks said to his father, placing a tentative hand on the older man's shoulder.
"You don't tell me what to do!" Vegeta snarled, smacking Trunks in the side of the face, which sent the boy spiraling into a nearby tree, which he nearly went through.
"Ugh... Father, please be a little more gentle, please?" Trunks pleaded, smiling grimly.
"Hm." Vegeta said quietly, "You need to get stronger. What did he say to you, anyway?"
"Not much. He wanted to spar or something." Trunks replied, trying not to make it an outright lie- he hated to lie to people, especially his father.
"Good." Vegeta remarked, walking away.
"I'll see you later then, Father." The future-boy whispered to the wind as he watched his father walk away.
Then he turned to the Capsule Corp. building and walked inside.
Worlds Apart
Chapter Twenty-Four
"Listen, we don't have very long to train." A fourteen-year-old boy said to a young girl of about thirteen, "Are you going to learn or not?"
"You bet!" She said excitedly, "Gohan, you know I will!"
"No second thoughts now, Sukishue." Gohan replied sternly, his demeanor much too serious for someone his age.
"I know." Sukishue complained, growing impatient with the pause in lessons.
"Okay, how do you want to learn? The way Piccolo taught me, or the way Vegeta taught Trunks?" Gohan asked, a mischievous smile on his face.
"Uh.." Sukishue paused, thinking. Vegeta, she knew, had taught Trunks how to fly by dropping him from two hundred miles in the air. She thought back, trying to remember how Gohan had learned to fly... Oh, yeah, she remembered, the same way.
"Well?" Now Gohan was impatient with her. She nodded to herself.
"Either one!" Sukishue said, having figured out his riddle.
"Okay." Gohan said, grabbing her hand and flying up with her, until they reached one-and-a-half hundred miles from the Earth's surface.
"What?! But it was two hundred miles! This is less!" Sukishue shrieked.
"This is how Piccolo taught me, silly. You said either." Gohan replied solemnly.
"Ugh... I have a BAD feeling about this." Sukishue muttered.
About that second, Gohan dropped the poor red-head into the air.
"HEEE.....LLLLLLLLLL......PPPPPPPPP.........MMMMM......EEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Sukishue screamed, caught her breath, and screamed again.
"Calm down." Gohan said quietly, floating beside her, "Just use your Ki energy."
"EASY FOR YOU TO SAY!!!!!!" Sukishue screeched, waving her arms around as though they were wings, attempting to slow her fall. Gohan just laughed, seeing his best friend, a proud person, to say the least, unable to calm herself in the midst of such an easy test.
'But, don't forget how you screamed when you were learning, Gohan. Don't laugh at her.' A voice inside his head told him. Piccolo flew up behind them.
"Hi Piccolo." Gohan greeted calmly, still following Sukishue downward. Piccolo now followed the descent as well.
"SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!!!!!" Yoshi Sukishue pleaded loudly.
"CALM DOWN!!" Gohan cried, causing Yoshi to stop in mid-air.
"Gohan?" Piccolo asked, incredulous.
"You NEVER yell." Said a stationary Sukishue.
Gohan just stared.
"Sukishue! You did it!" Gohan said happily. Sukishue looked down, screamed, and fainted.
Fortunately Gohan caught her before any real harm came to her.
"Poor thing." Piccolo remarked sarcastically.
"Let's get her back to Kame House." Gohan replied to his sensei.
"What does this look like, a chauffuer service?" Piccolo asked, but none-the-less followed his student through the clouds on the way back to Kame House.
Meanwhile, in a field that had been cleared to serve their purpose, two fighters dodged each other's blows, throwing brightly colored blasts at each other when they could.
"Vegeta you are going DOWN!" One of the fighters shouted to the other playfully. The other fighter snarled.
"I don't think so Kakkarott." Vegeta responded, throwing a purplish beam the way of his opponent, the great hero Son Goku.
"You MISSED!" Goku called, dodging Vegeta's beam.
"I wouldn't speak." Vegeta said, likewise dodging Goku's beam.
They continued fighting for a long while, neither one winning, until finally both were too exhausted to fight any longer.
"I think that's good enough for today." Goku panted. Vegeta scowled and sent a small Ki beam into Goku's rear end, causing the younger man to howl in pain.
"Vegeta! Itai! That HURT!" Goku cried, grabbing his butt and running around in circles.
"I believe that that is the point, Kakkarott." Vegeta grinned cruelly and flew away, leaving alone the poor man.
In yet another place, Mirai Trunks trained Chibi-Trunks in the Gravity Chamber.
"Come on, fight hard!" Mirai Trunks chided his younger self.
"Bring it on!" Chibi-Trunks said, smiling slightly.
"If you insist." Future Trunks said, "Kutabatchimae!"
The strange red-orange beam flew at the young boy, of course not at full power, and Chibi-Trunks put his hands out in front of him to counter it.
"Aoi Kousen!" The boy fired off a long, straight blue beam at Mirai Trunks, and the two attacks canceled each other out.
"Think that's enough for today?" Mirai Trunks asked, smiling.
"Yeah.." Chibi-Trunks wiped sweat from his forehead.
Later, at the Earth's Special Forces meeting, Mirai Trunks came to speak at the front of the assembled forces.
"Listen, we've got five more days until Ja-Aku arrives here, and we've got to be in top physical condition, okay?" Everyone nodded, "So train hard, and don't forget to rest." He said the last part with a distinct look at his father, who only grinned in that way that said that no way in Hell was he going to listen. Only Bulma spoke.
"You heard the man! Get going!"
=END=
Konnichiwa, Minna-san! Bulma here! Next time on Dragon Ball Z Worlds Apart! The training commences, with one new member! Mine and Yamcha's thirteen year old daughter Yoshi Sukishue now trains with Son Gohan! Mirai Trunks is getting restless, and goes to fight Seizon-sha again! WHAT is he thinking? Does Yoshi have any chance at becoming a good fighter? And what happened to Lady Fire and the others, anyway? Well, find out next time in Dragon Ball Z Worlds Apart!
SAYANORA!
