Bulma hung up the phone and slumped against the wall. She had just explained to Chi-Chi that their sons had somehow activated a machine that would send them to a parallell universe. The younger woman had reacted better than Bulma had expected. She had only called the scientist a "horrible woman and mother" twelve times. Finally, Goku had taken the phone from his distraught wife and had reassured his long-time friend that everything was OK and they would be over shortly. Grabbing some tylenol, Bulma went to the family room to await the arrival of her friends.
*******
Capsule Coorporation loomed over Western Capital. Trunks and Goten made their way through the busy streets towards the familiar building. While passing the street vendors, the younger boy's stomach began to growl.
"Trunks-kun, can we stop and get some food?" he begged, drool dripping from his chin.
"No," snapped the other boy. "We have to get those parts and get out of here as soon as possible. I have a feeling that wasn't the last time we're going to see Nappa and Radditz. Not to mention what would happen if we were to cross pathes with the other Z warriors."
Goten pouted slightly, hoping that it would help him get his way. Obviously that technique only worked on his mother. Trunks kept up his hurried pace towards the company.
Outside the building a large group of school children had just been let off their bus. In fact, there were several groups of students milling about in a frenzy of excitement and teachers were having a difficult time keeping their individual classes separated. Seizing the opportunity, Trunks grabbed Goten's hand and sneaked into the middle of the nearest group.
"Act like we belong here," he whispered urgently.
Trunks then turned and smiled at the closest child as if he knew him. The kid smiled back, not too concerned with who was standing nearby. The teacher in charge of the group vainly attempted to count heads, but with a frustrated sigh surrendered, hoping that her students would have enough common sense to find their way back to the appropriate bus.
An overly cheerful tour guide approached the pack of children, smiling as if her life depended on it.
"OK, let me have your attention! Please follow me, children!" she called out over the chattering, ushering them towards the main entrance.
The students filed into the main floor of Capsule Corp. which housed a giant indoor garden.
"Wow," various children whispered.
"This place is huge!" commented one girl.
"Big deal," muttered Trunks.
Goten, on the other hand, looked around the room as if he was seeing it for the first time.
"Neat!" he chirped.
"Chibi, you are such an idiot," commented Trunks quietly.
"Let's continue towards the main confrence rooms," stated the guide, waving her arms as if she were directing street traffic.
From that point on Trunks tuned the lady out. He was waiting for when the group approached the labs. Goten, however, was acting as if he had never stepped into Capsule Corp. in his entire life. He was the most intrigued out of the entire class and he kept asking the guide questions that he should have already known the answer to.
Finally the moment Trunks was waiting for arrived.
"Down that way are the labs where all the scientists work really hard to make all the neat things that you buy in the stores," commented the guide, pointing to the right. "We're not allowed to go down there because it's really dangerous. So, if you'll keep moving forward, we'll head towards the Brief's living quarters. We might actually get to meet Dr. Briefs himself, or maybe his wife or daughter."
The tour group kept moving. Trunks grabbed Goten's arm. Leaning towards him, he whispered in his ear.
"Now's our chance. Move really fast so she won't see us leaving."
With that, the two boys phased out of human vision. They reappeared down the hall, near the labs.
"OK, Goten, leave this to me. Remember, don't touch anything," ordered Trunks.
Pulling out the blueprints, the two boys snuck into the labs. Trunks settled in front of one of the computer monitors. Checking to make sure Goten was behaving, he looked over his shoulder. His friend stood there smiling innocently.
Reassured, Trunks turned back to the computer. Using his mother's password, he logged onto the terminal. He began searching through the company's computer files for equipment that would match the machine parts that he was lacking. Unknown to him, he had activated one of the security devices when he had begun the search.
*****
Bulma Briefs lay on a lounge chair, sunbathing in the blissful afternoon. To her left she could hear her boyfriend Yamcha and the other Z Warriors sparring. They were all there: Piccolo, Tien, Chaotzu, Krillian, Gohan, and Goku. Ever since the arrival of the Saiyans, the warriors had been training over time. Bulma had offered the large courtyard behind Capsule Corp. for the day. The men and Namek were flying about in frenzy of activity. It had been almost five minutes since she had actually been able to pick up on any of the moves they were making.
Next to Bulma lay Chi-Chi; she had borrowed a bathing suit and had joined her blue-haired friend in relaxing. Nearby sat Master Roshi. He claimed he had come to give the other fighters some pointers, but the scientist knew he just wanted to drool over her and Chi-Chi in bathing suits.
At that moment, her wrist-watch began beeping.
"Is it time to flip over?" questioned Chi-Chi lazily, obviously not too eager to make any movement.
Master Roshi practically fainted at the idea of the ladies resting on their stomachs with their firm little behinds in the air.
"No. The security systems has been activated. Someone's hacked into the computer mainframe."
The fighters picked up on this comment and paused midair.
"Strange. It says that whoever it is logged in under my name," added Bulma.
Chi-Chi sat up, looking perplexed.
"Hey, babe," called Yamcha. "You want us to go check it out?"
Bulma tensed at the word "babe." She hated it when he called her that in front of their friends.
"Yeah," she commented, stifling her anger. "But I'm coming too."
Chi-Chi and Master Roshi stood up also. The entire group set out, following Bulma towards the laboratory.
*****
Trunks was deep in thought when he was brought back to reality by Goten's voice.
"Do you feel that?" asked the other boy.
Trunks tilted his head and reached out with his ki. And panicked.
"The Z warriors!" he squeaked.
The two boys panicked and began searching desperately for a hiding place.
"Over here," commanded Trunks, dragging Goten into a closet nearby.
Moments later the lab doors flung open. Bulma marched in along with the rest of the Z fighters. She headed directly towards the computer. She began a quick search to see which files were last viewed. The warriors spread out across the room, searching for the intruder.
"Whoever it was seemed to have known we were on our way," commented Goku. "They're gone now."
"What were they after?" asked Krillian, glancing around the room.
"From what I can tell, the were just doing a basic search of all files. Nothing in particular."
"What's this?" asked Chi-Chi as she picked up a set of blueprints.
From inside the closet, Trunks cursed to himself. He had forgotten to retrieve the diagram for the machine in his rush to find shelter.
"It looks like instructions for building some sort of machine. This doesn't make sense though. This is my handwriting, but I've never seen this before," answered Bulma, studying the paper intently.
Piccolo frowned. Something was definitely out of place, but he couldn't pinpoint it.
"What's wrong, Mr. Piccolo," asked a young Gohan, looking up at his mentor.
"I'm not sure kid," he replied gruffly.
Trunks silently begged Dende-sama that the others would leave. Unfortantly for him, Dende was Kami-sama yet. Beside him, Goten squirmed and scrunched up his face. Without warning, he sneezed.
The Z warriors froze.
"Did you hear that?" questioned Choatzu.
"Sure did," replied Master Roshi.
Glaring, Piccolo marched across the laboratory towards the closet in the corner. When he threw open the doors, two small children fell out. They picked themselves up and dusted themselves off. The adults gasped.
"Hi," the two boys said sheepishly.
"Hey. You look just like me!" commented Goku leaning down towards Goten.
The little boy blushed and stepped closer to Trunks.
"Yeah. I hear that a lot."
Chi-Chi knelt in front of him.
"What's your name?"
"Son Goten. And this is my friend...err...Trunks."
"Hey. You have the same last name too!" laughed Goku.
Gohan came up beside his mother and peered at the other boy curioiusly.
"Hey big brother," stated Goten, smiling at Gohan.
"Brother?!?!?" everyone shouted simultaneously.
Trunks hung his head in dispair.
"We are in so much trouble."
*******
Capsule Coorporation loomed over Western Capital. Trunks and Goten made their way through the busy streets towards the familiar building. While passing the street vendors, the younger boy's stomach began to growl.
"Trunks-kun, can we stop and get some food?" he begged, drool dripping from his chin.
"No," snapped the other boy. "We have to get those parts and get out of here as soon as possible. I have a feeling that wasn't the last time we're going to see Nappa and Radditz. Not to mention what would happen if we were to cross pathes with the other Z warriors."
Goten pouted slightly, hoping that it would help him get his way. Obviously that technique only worked on his mother. Trunks kept up his hurried pace towards the company.
Outside the building a large group of school children had just been let off their bus. In fact, there were several groups of students milling about in a frenzy of excitement and teachers were having a difficult time keeping their individual classes separated. Seizing the opportunity, Trunks grabbed Goten's hand and sneaked into the middle of the nearest group.
"Act like we belong here," he whispered urgently.
Trunks then turned and smiled at the closest child as if he knew him. The kid smiled back, not too concerned with who was standing nearby. The teacher in charge of the group vainly attempted to count heads, but with a frustrated sigh surrendered, hoping that her students would have enough common sense to find their way back to the appropriate bus.
An overly cheerful tour guide approached the pack of children, smiling as if her life depended on it.
"OK, let me have your attention! Please follow me, children!" she called out over the chattering, ushering them towards the main entrance.
The students filed into the main floor of Capsule Corp. which housed a giant indoor garden.
"Wow," various children whispered.
"This place is huge!" commented one girl.
"Big deal," muttered Trunks.
Goten, on the other hand, looked around the room as if he was seeing it for the first time.
"Neat!" he chirped.
"Chibi, you are such an idiot," commented Trunks quietly.
"Let's continue towards the main confrence rooms," stated the guide, waving her arms as if she were directing street traffic.
From that point on Trunks tuned the lady out. He was waiting for when the group approached the labs. Goten, however, was acting as if he had never stepped into Capsule Corp. in his entire life. He was the most intrigued out of the entire class and he kept asking the guide questions that he should have already known the answer to.
Finally the moment Trunks was waiting for arrived.
"Down that way are the labs where all the scientists work really hard to make all the neat things that you buy in the stores," commented the guide, pointing to the right. "We're not allowed to go down there because it's really dangerous. So, if you'll keep moving forward, we'll head towards the Brief's living quarters. We might actually get to meet Dr. Briefs himself, or maybe his wife or daughter."
The tour group kept moving. Trunks grabbed Goten's arm. Leaning towards him, he whispered in his ear.
"Now's our chance. Move really fast so she won't see us leaving."
With that, the two boys phased out of human vision. They reappeared down the hall, near the labs.
"OK, Goten, leave this to me. Remember, don't touch anything," ordered Trunks.
Pulling out the blueprints, the two boys snuck into the labs. Trunks settled in front of one of the computer monitors. Checking to make sure Goten was behaving, he looked over his shoulder. His friend stood there smiling innocently.
Reassured, Trunks turned back to the computer. Using his mother's password, he logged onto the terminal. He began searching through the company's computer files for equipment that would match the machine parts that he was lacking. Unknown to him, he had activated one of the security devices when he had begun the search.
*****
Bulma Briefs lay on a lounge chair, sunbathing in the blissful afternoon. To her left she could hear her boyfriend Yamcha and the other Z Warriors sparring. They were all there: Piccolo, Tien, Chaotzu, Krillian, Gohan, and Goku. Ever since the arrival of the Saiyans, the warriors had been training over time. Bulma had offered the large courtyard behind Capsule Corp. for the day. The men and Namek were flying about in frenzy of activity. It had been almost five minutes since she had actually been able to pick up on any of the moves they were making.
Next to Bulma lay Chi-Chi; she had borrowed a bathing suit and had joined her blue-haired friend in relaxing. Nearby sat Master Roshi. He claimed he had come to give the other fighters some pointers, but the scientist knew he just wanted to drool over her and Chi-Chi in bathing suits.
At that moment, her wrist-watch began beeping.
"Is it time to flip over?" questioned Chi-Chi lazily, obviously not too eager to make any movement.
Master Roshi practically fainted at the idea of the ladies resting on their stomachs with their firm little behinds in the air.
"No. The security systems has been activated. Someone's hacked into the computer mainframe."
The fighters picked up on this comment and paused midair.
"Strange. It says that whoever it is logged in under my name," added Bulma.
Chi-Chi sat up, looking perplexed.
"Hey, babe," called Yamcha. "You want us to go check it out?"
Bulma tensed at the word "babe." She hated it when he called her that in front of their friends.
"Yeah," she commented, stifling her anger. "But I'm coming too."
Chi-Chi and Master Roshi stood up also. The entire group set out, following Bulma towards the laboratory.
*****
Trunks was deep in thought when he was brought back to reality by Goten's voice.
"Do you feel that?" asked the other boy.
Trunks tilted his head and reached out with his ki. And panicked.
"The Z warriors!" he squeaked.
The two boys panicked and began searching desperately for a hiding place.
"Over here," commanded Trunks, dragging Goten into a closet nearby.
Moments later the lab doors flung open. Bulma marched in along with the rest of the Z fighters. She headed directly towards the computer. She began a quick search to see which files were last viewed. The warriors spread out across the room, searching for the intruder.
"Whoever it was seemed to have known we were on our way," commented Goku. "They're gone now."
"What were they after?" asked Krillian, glancing around the room.
"From what I can tell, the were just doing a basic search of all files. Nothing in particular."
"What's this?" asked Chi-Chi as she picked up a set of blueprints.
From inside the closet, Trunks cursed to himself. He had forgotten to retrieve the diagram for the machine in his rush to find shelter.
"It looks like instructions for building some sort of machine. This doesn't make sense though. This is my handwriting, but I've never seen this before," answered Bulma, studying the paper intently.
Piccolo frowned. Something was definitely out of place, but he couldn't pinpoint it.
"What's wrong, Mr. Piccolo," asked a young Gohan, looking up at his mentor.
"I'm not sure kid," he replied gruffly.
Trunks silently begged Dende-sama that the others would leave. Unfortantly for him, Dende was Kami-sama yet. Beside him, Goten squirmed and scrunched up his face. Without warning, he sneezed.
The Z warriors froze.
"Did you hear that?" questioned Choatzu.
"Sure did," replied Master Roshi.
Glaring, Piccolo marched across the laboratory towards the closet in the corner. When he threw open the doors, two small children fell out. They picked themselves up and dusted themselves off. The adults gasped.
"Hi," the two boys said sheepishly.
"Hey. You look just like me!" commented Goku leaning down towards Goten.
The little boy blushed and stepped closer to Trunks.
"Yeah. I hear that a lot."
Chi-Chi knelt in front of him.
"What's your name?"
"Son Goten. And this is my friend...err...Trunks."
"Hey. You have the same last name too!" laughed Goku.
Gohan came up beside his mother and peered at the other boy curioiusly.
"Hey big brother," stated Goten, smiling at Gohan.
"Brother?!?!?" everyone shouted simultaneously.
Trunks hung his head in dispair.
"We are in so much trouble."
