The Hurricane
By Sweet Honey
Chapter Three



Trunks stopped playing with his toys for a moment as he heard a loud crash. His first thought was that his mother was just cooking again, but befor he could begin playing with his toys again a shrill cream ripped through the house.

"Mom?" he asked quietly, and walked out into the hallway. He heard crying, terrible wailing sobs.
"Mom?!"

There was another loud crash and the sobs stopped. Trunks raced down the stairs, sensing that there was something important he should have noticed, would have noticed rather, if the horrble site before him hadn't caused a howling cry to rip through the now eerily quiet house.


*****


Vegeta groaned as he raised his head, blinking as the world swung around him. He threw back his head and shut his eyes. "What hit me?"

"I'm not sure but it must have been big."

Vegeta turned around and faced a smiling Goku. "How long have you been awake Kakarott?"

"Not long." he said, and his cheerful smile was suddenly erased. "Wait a minute, what happened?"

Vegeta sighed and got up. "How should I know you ass? Big flash of light, screams and then unconciousness...its not like we're not used to it."

"Haha, very funny Vegeta." said Gohan as he brushed dirt from his clothes and kicked Piccolo to wake him. "Where's the kid?"

Goku raised his eyebrows. "Yah, where'd that little kid go?"

Piccolo suddenly jumped up, startling Gohan. "Where is that little brat!?" he yelled, looking around. Even Vegeta seemed surprised.

"Brat?" he asked, and laughed. "You hardly know her...at least I've known my son for a while."

Piccolo looked at him. "Did you see her ears, Veg-"

The "brat" suddenly ran at him, her little fists out and her eyes green slits. "You meanie, you hurt my eyes!" she cried, and socked him in the stomach.

"Oof!"

Gohan grabbed her. "No kid, don't hit Piccolo-"

She thrashed wildly. "I'll do whatever I want!" she yelled, trying to bite poor Gohan. "You were sooooo mean to my new friends!"

Vegeta grabbed the girl by the hair. She let out a terrible yell but remained silent after she looked at his face. "What friends are you talking about?" he asked menacingly. "Do you mean the people who were just here?"

"YES!" she yelled and tried to spit on him. "They were much nicer than you!"

Gohan took her away from Vegeta, scowling. "Vegeta, you can't treat kids like that." he said. The girl stopped thrashing.

"Oh, are you the nice ones?" she asked, looking up at him happily. "I thought you were the mean ones!"

Goku smiled at her and put his hand on her head. "Yah, we're the good guys." he said, and whispered to Gohan, "What is she talking about?"

He shrugged.

"So what...should we bring the brat back with us?" asked Vegeta. "She obviously knows something about the people who attacked us-even if her facts are a little mixed up."

"I don't know...I don't trust her." said Piccolo.

"SHE'S LIKE SIX!"

"...and your point is?"

*****

"YAYYYYYY Uncle Vegeta go faster!"

"Get it OFF ME!" yelled Vegeta as he struggled to get the child unattached from his hair.

"Your going to SLOW!" cried the small child, simultaneously pulling on Vegeta's hair and avoiding his grasp. "Maybe I should go let Uncle Goku give me a piggy-back ride. He seems bigger and stronger anyway."

That did it. "Brat, have you ever been dropped from a mile above the ground?" asked Vegeta, finally getting a hold on her and triumphantly pulling her off his back. He put her right out in her front of his face.

"Y'know, sometimes it's hard to tell if you'r a good guy or a bady guy."

"I know exactly how you feel." piped in Gohan, and he grabbed the little girl from Vegeta. "So Dad, where should we go?"

"Um....well, that depends. Anybody want to volunteer to take care of the kid?" asked Goku, and Vegeta snorted.

"Please. We don't take care for psychotic children."

"Vegeta!"

"Oh c'mon! You heard her! 'Good guys, bad guys', there's something wrong with this kid." said Vegeta, and he spiralled over in mid-air to Piccolo. "Hey, I don't hear you sticking up for her. I can't believe it! She's practically your cousin or something!"

"I do not know her, but I do not trust her." said Piccolo, casting a dark look at the green eyes girl (who was at the moment trying to tie a bow into Gohan's hair).

"Craziness must run in your species." said Vegeta. "Okay brat, it's time to start talking."

"What, to you?" she said, and stuck out her tongue at him. "Uncle Vegeta, you're funny! I was talking before-"

"-Well now I'm going to ask you questions and you're gonna answer them, brat."

She nodded, her white hair flying into Gohan's eyes and momentarily blinding him.

"Where are you from?" asked Vegeta.

"What do you mean?" she asked back, obviously not comprehending what he meant. "I'm from this planet, but I travel everywhere."

"Fine, where did you last travel FROM?"

"Ahhhhh.....I dunno but there was this really big, beautiful silver building (see below) and it was surronded by a park and I begged 'em not to make it go away but they did and I got real sad." she seemed to be reverting back to an even more childish manner. She looked at their faces and exclaimed "I swear, I'm not lying!"

"Don't listen to her, she tells nothing true." said Piccolo, looking over at the girl. Gohan was surprised to realize that the girl began to shiver uncontrolably when Piccolo spoke.

"Hey kid, don't be afraid of Piccolo. He only SOUNDS like a meanie. He's really very nice-" but he cut himself off as he sensed something. "Hey you guys, do you sense that."

No one answered outright for a while, but finally Vegeta answered, "How could we not?! It's...huge."

The little girl broke out of her terrified trance and frowned. "It's them, the ones that I traveled with." Her voice had taken on a strange quality, sounding as though she had lost all emotion. She cleared her throat. "I'd rather that I didn't see them for a little while. Do we...do we have to go that way?"

But her plea came to late, for three dark figures suddenly came into their view. Their features were impossible to make out, and as they sped forward another joined them. Vegeta powered up totally, gaining closer and closer until-

-they blinked out of site.

He stopped short, powering down. "Cowards!" he bellowed, wanting to hit something. He couldn't believe they had all vanished like that. Was it possible that they all knew instant transmission?

"They're playing a game." said the little girl, rocking back and forth in Gohan's arms. "They must have already started."

"What game? What are you talking about?" asked Vegeta, not turning from the place they had once stood.

"They've already found you, now its your turn to find them."

*****

"It was good of you to volunteer to watch the brat, Kakarott." said Vegeta as they flew toward ChiChi's house. Goku nodded, but everyone knew he hadn't really volunteered: he had simply been the only one left.

The young girl, on the other hand, seemed very happy as she pulled on Gohan's hair and jumped as much as she could. "I really want to go to your house Gohan! I can't wait to see your mommy!"

"She'll really like you." said Gohan. "Do you have a mommy?"

"Me? Oh no, I was bio-chemically-generated-in-a-contained-enviroment-using-the-DNA-of-a-series-of-genetically-altered-specimans-to-enchance-my-nuclear-information."

"Ah....right."

They stopped at ChiChi's door and Goku knocked, happy they were there, happy everything was alright, happy that he would get to eat FINALLY-"ChiChi!" he cried as she opened the door.

She promptly slammed it in his face.

Goku's smile never faded. "Uh...that most have been the wind!" he said, and knocked again. Jeez, Vegeta thought, and I thought the welcoming I got at home was bad. This makes Bulma seem angelic.

"Honey...ChiChi, let me in." said Goku, knocking on the door again.

"Never, not even if you begged for my forgiveness."

Goku's eyes widened and he peeked through the window. "ChiChi, you know I'm not the most intelligent guy...could you explain exactly what you meant?" he asked, watching as her form rushed to the window and snapped the curtains shut. He stepped back and smiled at the little girl. "She's really not this...abnormal. Most of the time. Really!"

The girl smiled back weakly and clung to Gohan.

"ChiChi, could you at least TELL me what I should be begging forgiveness for?" asked Goku as he looked in throught the other window.

ChiChi glared at him through it. "I can't believe you two, not even able to admit your own actions. I'm so ashamed of the both of you!"

(At this point, Gohan was pointing to himself with a total look of surprise crossining his features. The other fighters stepped back, fearing the wrath of ChiChi.)

"How DARE you say those things in my house!" screamed ChiChi, losing it totally. "To think that I raised you Gohan and that I married you Goku, and the BOTH of you were so.....AH! And to top it off, making those crude suggestions to Videl! She will probably never look at you again, let alone SPEAK to you...and I'll have to live in this hovel for the rest of my life!"

With that she burst into tears and shut the curtains, but with much less snap. Goku stared at the window, a blank look on his face. "ChiChi...honey...seriously i have NO IDEA WHAT YOUR TALKING ABOUT!"

Gohan cleared his throat. "C'mon Ma, let us in. Besides, we have this kid with us..."

ChiChi peeked through the curtain, raising an eyebrow. "I don't know if I can trust you."

"If you can't trust your husband who can you trust!?" asked Goku, totally amazed. He sighed and peered through the window. "Really, I'm sorry for whatever I did."

She opened the door, and everyone ran in. The little white haired girl ran around, looking at all the things on the table and finally at ChiChi. "You don't look like Gohan, but you're pretty." she said and ChiChi glowed at the young girl.

"What's this charming girls name?" she asked, her eyes growing misty. The men looked at eachother and Gohan blushed.

"Ano...we never thought to ask." muttered Gohan, and ChiChi sighed.

"My name is Selena!" said the little girl, throwing her arms around ChiChi. "Will you be my mommy?"

"Precious!" yelled ChiChi and Piccolo made a rude sound. Before ChiChi could say anything Goten walked in.

"Hi daddy!" he said happily. "Wow, I didn't think mom would let you in." He looked around and saw Selena and his mouth flew open. He looked at her with his big eyes and suddenly looked away, blushing.

ChiChi noticed his reaction and said, "This is Selena, Goten. Why don't you say hi."

Goten opened his mouth to say hello but the words stillborn. Instead he said "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen!"

Vegeta was surprised by the girls reaction. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously and she let go of ChiChi. "Well, isn't that nice!" said Goku, figuring that everything was going great. "Maybe you guys can go play together, you look about the same age."

Goten looked at his father stupidly. "The same age?" he asked, and moved closer to the girl. "She looks the same age as Gohan."

Now it was Gohans turn to laugh. "I'm pretty sure she's not the same age as me." he said with yet another laugh. Selena walked up to Goten and took his hand.

"I'm younger than Gohan but I'm a little older than you." she said, and Goten looked at her like she was the world to him. She smiled. "But that doesn't mean we can't go play together."

As soon as the two children left the room ChiChi turned to Goku and Gohan. "Okay, now you swear to me that you can't remember doind anything here?" she said and both Goku and Gohan shook their heads. "Well, let's say that YOU didn't come in here and completely embarress yourselves. That means there are two people running around looking exactly like you with attitudes that could rival Vegeta's."

She's meant it as a joke, but after she said it Vegeta's eyes widened and he clenched his fists. For a minute ChiChi thought he was mad, but he said, "That girl...she kept talking about the "bad guys" who looked like us...she kept mistaking us with them...is it even possible-?"

"They look exactly like us and they know where we live obviously." said Gohan, looking at Piccolo. "I mean, two of them knew where we lived and knew who you were. Whoever they were, they obviously tricked mom."

Vegeta jerked his head up. He suddenly remembered that there had been four, not two but four. He looked at Gohan, Goku, Piccolo and finally himself. "What were they wearing?!" cried out Vegeta, and ChiChi, although startled, answered.

"Why, I believe they were wearing all black. Yes, almost all black."

"Could there be others, do you think? I mean, could there be one identical to me who knows where I live?! Could he be on his way to my house, or worse could he already be there?" said Vegeta frantically, and he got a horrible sinking feeling as he remembered the power size he had momentarily felt when he was close to the dark figures.

"It's a definite possibility..."








A/N: Hey peoples! Bet you thought I was dead, eh? Well you're not quite that lucky, now are you? Seriously though, I had given up on this fanfiction totally. I had decided I wasn't going to write any more chapters. Nobody seemed to be reading it and nobody seemed to care. Then a couple of people emailed me and told me to write more. I figured they were just being nice, but then a couple MORE people e-mailed me. Then I felt special *grin*. Anyways, I want to thank them (you know who you are) and tell them that although this chapter sucked, I've already started to write another one. I got a great idea halfway through this one, and eureka! PS-THAT REFERNCE TO THE EXPLOSIONO TO A PRETTY SILVER BUILDING WAS THE EIFEL TOWER, NOT THE WORLD TRADE CENTER! Ciao! (And, hell your already down here, why not review?)