Chapter 13
"Tara," Ranmata wheezed as he collapsed on the floor. "I can't do this anymore."
"Party pooper," she frowned. Then her eyes lit up with another idea. "I know! An eat off!"
"Food?" Ranmata perked up. "Did you say food? Cause if you did, I'm there!"
"Ok the rules are, you can't stop until you are about to burst and the other person gets to pick the food," Tara jumped up and down. Ranmata looked around the room they were in. The floor was littered with food wrappers, books, computer logs and more junk then he had thought possible.
"How about the loser has to clean up the whole ship?" he grimaced as he waded over to her and put her on his shoulder next to Joey.
"Ok!" she smiled happily still hyper. Ranmata sighed and dug around until he uncovered the food-making machine.
"You have to eat... shoccoli," he made a face. "The most disgusting substance, it doesn't even deserve to be called food!"
"What!" she shrieked. "Not fair! Why do I have to eat a nasty food! Well if I have to eat sh- sh- whatever, you have to eat broccoli!"
"Ok," he smiled. "Let's get started."
* * *
"Bulma!" Vegeta called as he entered the house with Pan and Bra. "Chichi? Trunks! Trunks where are you?"
"Daddy?" Bra asked as they searched the house. "I don't think they're here."
"Let's just look," he growled low in his throat. Bra nodded wordlessly and they split up. Pan went down a hallway to the left, Bra the one on the left and Vegeta went straight.
Pan poked a foot in a dirty pile of clothes. A robot hurried and picked them up and then rushed to clean them. She lifted a pile of book on a table but was again interrupted by a cleaning robot.
"Ok, remind me again why I want a robot to clean my room?" she grumbled to herself as she tripped over another.
* * *
"I have no clue how to do this," Goku paced back and forth. "You don't want to leave, Mr.Popo will but he can't because Tranculus will get him and I can't because he'll get you!"
"Don't worry about us Goku," Dende said. "You teleport to someone tell them and have them tell the others. Simple."
"I just know something is wrong," Goku's pacing increased. "Something to do with Chichi."
"I'm sure she's fine Goku," Dende reassured him. "Vegeta is with them."
"I guess," he frowned. "I'm be right back. Don't die or anything."
"Don't worry Goku, we won't," Mr.Popo waved as Goku vanished.
* * *
"Where are you woman," Vegeta growled under his breath. "You can't be dead, you just can't."
"Sir Veggie?" a tiny voice made Vegeta turn from the kitchen door. "Sir Veggie! You're back!"
"Zergon!" Vegeta smiled grimly. "Where's Bulma?"
"Lady Bulma?" he asked. "She's gone Sir Veggie. Enemy Tranculus took her and Lady Chichi. Sir Trunks was taken too but he was alive."
* * *
Tranculus scanned the city from high over head. After capturing that purple-hair Saiyan the rest should be easy. Especially if they see the state of their friend.
"Hmmm," Tranculus spotted an unusual sight. A Namek and a half-Saiyan landing in the city. "This could be interesting..."
* * *
"Keep an eye out," Gohan warned Piccolo. "Tranculus will still kill us if people are around."
"Most bad guys do," he grumbled. They tried their best to walk casually down the street but earned a few funny looks from the citizens.
"Tell me again why we just can't fly there?" Piccolo asked annoyed.
"We don't want to look suspicious-" suddenly Gohan frozen. He groaned and his head drooped
"What's wrong?" Piccolo asked.
"Look over there," Gohan pointed a finger in a direction. "My old tutor."
"So?" Piccolo yelled. "You're not afraid of a teacher are you?"
"Not afraid," Gohan muttered. "But Mr.Shuu was, ummm, strict."
* * *
"Dead!" Vegeta yelled. "And Trunks let this happen! No..."
"Sir Veggie," Zergon tried his best to comfort Vegeta. "Sir Trunks could not help it. Enemy Tranculus used a Saiyan sleeping gas. Sir Trunks was taken away."
"When I get my hands on him," Vegeta dropped to his knees. "Trunks was supposed to protect them. He is dead."
"But Sir Veggie! It was not Sir Trunks's fault!"
* * *
Goten and Uubu travelled at a steady pace toward Capsule Corp. There was very little conversation between the two, in fact not a word had been spoken for a few hours.
That all changed when Goten sudden stopped like he had hit a wall. Uubu, slightly behind him tried to stop in mid air but the result was something much like the Coyote on Bugs and Tweety.
"Oh hi guys," Goku greeted the two young men. "could you tell everybody to met in heaven? It's kinda important."
"Ok but why?" Goten asked still rubbing his forehead. But his question was asked to thin air. "Ok, new mission. Let's hurry."
They both shot off again much faster then before. Goku might have a plan to beat Tranculus and they for one where not going to mess it up!
* * *
Somewhere in a cave in the deep mountain Herman sat beside a fire gazing intently into it.
"This is even worst them I thought," he muttered. "Tranculus's human and robot side are fighting. If the robot side wins he will be totally loyal to Nabukia and have no chance of turning good. Oh but the downside is enough to make me have chills. His robotic side wants to use its creativity to kill his victims. That's what you get for mixing two different minds.
"We can only pray his sentient side wins, here is a good chance he will be able to move his body far enough in space and self destruct, saving us all. But it does not look good."
He looked around the small cave. "Sure glad I'm safe in here..."
* * *
"Poor Vegeta," Nabukia's muscles curling into what might have been a smile if skin was there it hold it. "My reports from my android have told me your mate is dead. Soon Vegeta, soon you might join her but not likely. You have a good chance to get into heaven. I'd better narrow the odds now."
His bony hand was visible in the stars light. It curled into a fist around a device mounted on the chair arm. "I never thought I'd have to use this but it's all in good fun, what do you say, Sir Veggie?"
* * *
Vegeta suddenly stood. Zergon looked at him on hope that his mind had changed about Trunks. But what he saw made him suspicious.
"Sir Veggie?" he asked. Vegeta did not twitch at his voice instead he walked passed Zergon to the door. Zergon followed him worried. "Sir Veggie? Sir Veggie?"
Vegeta didn't show any sign he heard. He walked coldly out of Capsule Corp and was about to take off when a tugging anchor forced him to stay on the ground.
"Sir Veggie!" Zergon held his ankle with strength that many people would think was impossible for a creature of his size. "I will not let you leave!"
Vegeta turned his eyes down on the tiny Glaiver. His mind barely registered the red blob of fur. Vegeta picked Zergon up off the ground and looked at him carefully. Finally he spoke.
"Slave Glaiver. Planet Glaive, formally owned by the Planet Trade," his voice sounded like a computer analysis. He calmly drew back his arm and threw Zergon with force over the Capsule Corp building. Without a second thought he flew off the ground at lightning speed.
* * *
Trunks sat huddled on the ground his eyes hidden. He breathed in long and deep through his mouth trying not to taste the smell of spilt blood and decaying flesh. He drew in a shuddering breath trying to calm himself down.
"I can do this," he whispered to him self. "Just, leave." He stood his eyes tightly shut. He carefully put his blood soaked hands in front of him so he didn't hit the dangling bodies. He walked between Krillin and Marron when his hands it solid rock. He slowly peeked his eyes open and only saw grey rock.
"So far so good," he whispered to himself. Keeping his eyes trained on the wall he carefully walked with his hands pressed against it. He followed it around in a complete circle finding no cracks, doors or openings.
"Ok, then the exit must be in the roof," he gulped. "Well, here goes nothing."
He quickly turned his head up as high as he could and to his relief his eyes passed over the bodies without seeing them. His eyes spotted a small hole at the top where the light came in from. He quickly flew up there. He eagerly reached his hand up to the opening.
"Owwwww!" he yelped as his hand hit a barrier. Shaking it he studied the crack more carefully. An almost invisible barrier covered the hole and Trunks suddenly felt truly afraid.
"If there's no openings," he whispered horrified. "And I'm in an air tight cave then eventually...I'll run out of air. No! I don't want to die! Not her like this!" then he smacked his head. "Get a grip Trunks! You, won't, die! You just have to make an opening."
"Tara," Ranmata wheezed as he collapsed on the floor. "I can't do this anymore."
"Party pooper," she frowned. Then her eyes lit up with another idea. "I know! An eat off!"
"Food?" Ranmata perked up. "Did you say food? Cause if you did, I'm there!"
"Ok the rules are, you can't stop until you are about to burst and the other person gets to pick the food," Tara jumped up and down. Ranmata looked around the room they were in. The floor was littered with food wrappers, books, computer logs and more junk then he had thought possible.
"How about the loser has to clean up the whole ship?" he grimaced as he waded over to her and put her on his shoulder next to Joey.
"Ok!" she smiled happily still hyper. Ranmata sighed and dug around until he uncovered the food-making machine.
"You have to eat... shoccoli," he made a face. "The most disgusting substance, it doesn't even deserve to be called food!"
"What!" she shrieked. "Not fair! Why do I have to eat a nasty food! Well if I have to eat sh- sh- whatever, you have to eat broccoli!"
"Ok," he smiled. "Let's get started."
* * *
"Bulma!" Vegeta called as he entered the house with Pan and Bra. "Chichi? Trunks! Trunks where are you?"
"Daddy?" Bra asked as they searched the house. "I don't think they're here."
"Let's just look," he growled low in his throat. Bra nodded wordlessly and they split up. Pan went down a hallway to the left, Bra the one on the left and Vegeta went straight.
Pan poked a foot in a dirty pile of clothes. A robot hurried and picked them up and then rushed to clean them. She lifted a pile of book on a table but was again interrupted by a cleaning robot.
"Ok, remind me again why I want a robot to clean my room?" she grumbled to herself as she tripped over another.
* * *
"I have no clue how to do this," Goku paced back and forth. "You don't want to leave, Mr.Popo will but he can't because Tranculus will get him and I can't because he'll get you!"
"Don't worry about us Goku," Dende said. "You teleport to someone tell them and have them tell the others. Simple."
"I just know something is wrong," Goku's pacing increased. "Something to do with Chichi."
"I'm sure she's fine Goku," Dende reassured him. "Vegeta is with them."
"I guess," he frowned. "I'm be right back. Don't die or anything."
"Don't worry Goku, we won't," Mr.Popo waved as Goku vanished.
* * *
"Where are you woman," Vegeta growled under his breath. "You can't be dead, you just can't."
"Sir Veggie?" a tiny voice made Vegeta turn from the kitchen door. "Sir Veggie! You're back!"
"Zergon!" Vegeta smiled grimly. "Where's Bulma?"
"Lady Bulma?" he asked. "She's gone Sir Veggie. Enemy Tranculus took her and Lady Chichi. Sir Trunks was taken too but he was alive."
* * *
Tranculus scanned the city from high over head. After capturing that purple-hair Saiyan the rest should be easy. Especially if they see the state of their friend.
"Hmmm," Tranculus spotted an unusual sight. A Namek and a half-Saiyan landing in the city. "This could be interesting..."
* * *
"Keep an eye out," Gohan warned Piccolo. "Tranculus will still kill us if people are around."
"Most bad guys do," he grumbled. They tried their best to walk casually down the street but earned a few funny looks from the citizens.
"Tell me again why we just can't fly there?" Piccolo asked annoyed.
"We don't want to look suspicious-" suddenly Gohan frozen. He groaned and his head drooped
"What's wrong?" Piccolo asked.
"Look over there," Gohan pointed a finger in a direction. "My old tutor."
"So?" Piccolo yelled. "You're not afraid of a teacher are you?"
"Not afraid," Gohan muttered. "But Mr.Shuu was, ummm, strict."
* * *
"Dead!" Vegeta yelled. "And Trunks let this happen! No..."
"Sir Veggie," Zergon tried his best to comfort Vegeta. "Sir Trunks could not help it. Enemy Tranculus used a Saiyan sleeping gas. Sir Trunks was taken away."
"When I get my hands on him," Vegeta dropped to his knees. "Trunks was supposed to protect them. He is dead."
"But Sir Veggie! It was not Sir Trunks's fault!"
* * *
Goten and Uubu travelled at a steady pace toward Capsule Corp. There was very little conversation between the two, in fact not a word had been spoken for a few hours.
That all changed when Goten sudden stopped like he had hit a wall. Uubu, slightly behind him tried to stop in mid air but the result was something much like the Coyote on Bugs and Tweety.
"Oh hi guys," Goku greeted the two young men. "could you tell everybody to met in heaven? It's kinda important."
"Ok but why?" Goten asked still rubbing his forehead. But his question was asked to thin air. "Ok, new mission. Let's hurry."
They both shot off again much faster then before. Goku might have a plan to beat Tranculus and they for one where not going to mess it up!
* * *
Somewhere in a cave in the deep mountain Herman sat beside a fire gazing intently into it.
"This is even worst them I thought," he muttered. "Tranculus's human and robot side are fighting. If the robot side wins he will be totally loyal to Nabukia and have no chance of turning good. Oh but the downside is enough to make me have chills. His robotic side wants to use its creativity to kill his victims. That's what you get for mixing two different minds.
"We can only pray his sentient side wins, here is a good chance he will be able to move his body far enough in space and self destruct, saving us all. But it does not look good."
He looked around the small cave. "Sure glad I'm safe in here..."
* * *
"Poor Vegeta," Nabukia's muscles curling into what might have been a smile if skin was there it hold it. "My reports from my android have told me your mate is dead. Soon Vegeta, soon you might join her but not likely. You have a good chance to get into heaven. I'd better narrow the odds now."
His bony hand was visible in the stars light. It curled into a fist around a device mounted on the chair arm. "I never thought I'd have to use this but it's all in good fun, what do you say, Sir Veggie?"
* * *
Vegeta suddenly stood. Zergon looked at him on hope that his mind had changed about Trunks. But what he saw made him suspicious.
"Sir Veggie?" he asked. Vegeta did not twitch at his voice instead he walked passed Zergon to the door. Zergon followed him worried. "Sir Veggie? Sir Veggie?"
Vegeta didn't show any sign he heard. He walked coldly out of Capsule Corp and was about to take off when a tugging anchor forced him to stay on the ground.
"Sir Veggie!" Zergon held his ankle with strength that many people would think was impossible for a creature of his size. "I will not let you leave!"
Vegeta turned his eyes down on the tiny Glaiver. His mind barely registered the red blob of fur. Vegeta picked Zergon up off the ground and looked at him carefully. Finally he spoke.
"Slave Glaiver. Planet Glaive, formally owned by the Planet Trade," his voice sounded like a computer analysis. He calmly drew back his arm and threw Zergon with force over the Capsule Corp building. Without a second thought he flew off the ground at lightning speed.
* * *
Trunks sat huddled on the ground his eyes hidden. He breathed in long and deep through his mouth trying not to taste the smell of spilt blood and decaying flesh. He drew in a shuddering breath trying to calm himself down.
"I can do this," he whispered to him self. "Just, leave." He stood his eyes tightly shut. He carefully put his blood soaked hands in front of him so he didn't hit the dangling bodies. He walked between Krillin and Marron when his hands it solid rock. He slowly peeked his eyes open and only saw grey rock.
"So far so good," he whispered to himself. Keeping his eyes trained on the wall he carefully walked with his hands pressed against it. He followed it around in a complete circle finding no cracks, doors or openings.
"Ok, then the exit must be in the roof," he gulped. "Well, here goes nothing."
He quickly turned his head up as high as he could and to his relief his eyes passed over the bodies without seeing them. His eyes spotted a small hole at the top where the light came in from. He quickly flew up there. He eagerly reached his hand up to the opening.
"Owwwww!" he yelped as his hand hit a barrier. Shaking it he studied the crack more carefully. An almost invisible barrier covered the hole and Trunks suddenly felt truly afraid.
"If there's no openings," he whispered horrified. "And I'm in an air tight cave then eventually...I'll run out of air. No! I don't want to die! Not her like this!" then he smacked his head. "Get a grip Trunks! You, won't, die! You just have to make an opening."