One More Wish
By: Mirai Catarina (ihugdemisaiyans@aol.com)
Disclaimer: --Cat DOES own DBZ!!! It all belongs to her!!!
--Very flattering Bardock, but unless you want yourself turned over to the copyright police, you better just stay in that poster. Even though I wish Bardock WAS telling the truth, I don't own DBZ and most likely never will...
A/N: I forgot to mention this in the last chapter, but in case any of you hadn't noticed, this is an A/U fic - Hence the reason that Goten exists in the Mirai Trunks timeline. I'm thinking about writing a separate story about Mirai Goten later on. We'll see!
Chapter Two: The Wish - Who's the girl?
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One Month Later
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Goten and Trunks lay half asleep in their room when Bulma flew through the door.
"Wake up! We're landing in two minutes!" she cried. The boys jumped out of their beds and scrambled to get dressed as Bulma ran back out the door to the control room.
"Can you believe it Trunks?! We're finally going to see Namek!" Goten said gleefully, hopping on one foot as he pulled his pants on over his boxers.
"Tell me about it!" Trunks said through his shirt. They ran out of the room and towards the control room, each pulling their jackets on. As well as strapping their weapons to their backs; Trunks' sword and Goten's Nyoi-bo, which had once belonged to his father, Goku.
Once in the control room, the two young men strapped themselves into their seats, ready to finally be off the ship and on solid ground with fresh air instead of the stale recycled air they had been breathing.
"One minute until landing." the computer announced as the ship shook violently. There was a light *THUD* and then nothing. Goten and Trunks exchanged glances then quickly jumped out of their seats and ran towards the main hatch.
"Trunks! Goten! WAIT!" Chichi cried to no avail. The two were already outside taking in their surroundings. Bulma chuckled.
"They'll always be children at heart." Chichi smiled.
"I hope not - I'm still hoping for grandchildren!" she cried, half jokingly. The two women exchanged glances and burst into fits of laughter. When they finally left the ship, Bulma had two Dragon Radar and a capsulized air bike complete with two helmets.
"Alright you two - we're going to split up so time will go faster. I'm sure you know how to use the radar." Just to demonstrate, she clicked the button on one of them. "And there you have it."
Goten peered at the radar closely.
"Bulma?" he asked slowly.
"What is it Goten?"
"I think the radar's broken..." Bulma's eyes widened.
"It can't be!! What makes you think that?" she cried, almost devastated.
"Because, it's showing that all seven Dragonballs are together... right here..." Bulma paled visibly and quickly turned the radar so that she could see it better.
"I - I think you're right, Goten. Maybe it's from so many years of just sitting..."
"I have a feeling that if you were to look around you, you'd find that your radar is quite correct," came a gentle voice from behind them.
"I know that voice!" Bulma said, breathing rapidly as she slowly turned to face the person that had spoken. "D-Dende? Is that r-really you?!" The Namek smirked.
"It's good to see you again Bulma." The woman ran to embrace him and broke down in tears.
"Oh, Kami, Dende! You have no idea!" she managed to get out.
"Sort of, but not really..." he said, giving his old friend a squeeze. "Gohan explained everything." Chichi gasped.
"Gohan t-talked to you?" she asked, struggling to hold back the sobs. Dende smiled sympathetically at her.
"With the help of King Kai... He said he misses you all and can't wait to be with you again. He would have spoken with you himself, but he didn't think either you or he could have made it through the conversation in one piece," Dende explained.
Bulma glanced at the Dragonballs.
"So you gathered those for us?"
"I figured it was part of my duty - to help the people of Earth."
"Duty?" Trunks spoke up.
"As Guardian of Earth." Everyone was awestruck. "Hey, Kami me asked me to do it and I simply accepted," he explained.
"That's wonderful Dende!" Bulma cried, hugging him again. "What do you guys say we get these wishes made and get home?"
"Sounds good to me," Chichi replied.
"Dende, do your work," Bulma smiled, stepping back. The Namek smiled and started speaking Namekian. The seven golden orbs began to glow brightly while the sky overhead became as black as night.
Goten and Trunks looked around in awe seeing as to the fact that they had never actually seen the Dragonballs at work.
Suddenly, Porunga appeared, his great mass filling the darkened sky.
"Who has called me from my eternal slumber?" he roared. Bulma swallowed nervously and told Dende the wish.
"Bring back to life those who were killed by the androids," she said quickly, sighing sadly, for she knew that only those who had died within the past year could be revived.
Dende turned and translated the wish for the Dragon. The enormous beast was silent for a minute before his eyes flashed, signaling that the wish had been accepted.
"Your wish has been granted. You have two more wishes."
Bulma blinked, "I completely forgot about the other two wishes!" Trunks and Goten glanced at each other.
"We could use some food and fuel for the trip home..." Trunks suggested. "Seeing as to the fact that we've pretty much used up the supplies that we DID have..." Bulma nodded, contemplating.
"I don't see why not..." she said slowly. "Go ahead, Dende," she said at last.
The Namek nodded and turned to the Dragon once more, shouting out in Namekian. The Dragon's deep red eyes flashed brightly.
"Your wish has been granted," it said gruffly. "Tell me your final wish."
This took some thought - what else could they possibly wish for? There wasn't really anything else that they'd need. At least, nothing they THOUGHT they'd need.
"You know what I miss?" Chichi spoke up. Everyone turned to look at her, confused. "I miss hearing the birds in the morning when I wake up, or the crickets at night, before I fall asleep," she started.
"Umm, Mom? Now's not the time..." Goten cut in, somewhat worried for his mother's sanity. Chichi glared at him, silencing him instantly.
"I'm suggesting that we ask the Dragon to restore the plants and animals that were lost because of the androids," she explained, exasperated.
Bulma smiled, delighted.
"I think it's a wonderful idea, Chichi!" she exclaimed. "Dende? Do you think the Dragon will be able to do it?" she asked tentatively.
"There's only one way to find out," the young guardian replied, shrugging. "Shall we?" Everyone nodded their approval and Dende made the wish.
They were all delighted to find that the Dragon COULD indeed grant the wish.
"Your wish has been granted," it bellowed, "I bid thee, farewell!" And with that, it disappeared in a flash of light, sending the Dragonballs flying across the sky.
After the last bit of light from the seven mystical orbs had disappeared, Bulma turned to the group.
"Well guys, I guess that's about it. Shall we get back to our home sweet home?" Trunks and Goten turned to look at each other.
"As much as we'd love to stay longer, Bulma we wanted to get back to Earth to help with the rebuilding," Goten explained. Chichi and Bulma smiled - they understood completely. Those two were the strongest people alive.
"Then I suggest we be on our way." With that, the group with the addition of Dende, headed for the ship. Within minutes, they were on their way.
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Two Weeks Later
* * * *
The young woman knocked on the door of the small, domed house. Receiving no answer, she tried the knob to find it open. Looking around cautiously, she entered the house and stood in what looked like the kitchen.
Inhaling deeply, she smiled at the scent of several kinds of spices. Walking towards the back hallway, she ran her hand along the table top and was surprised to find that there was almost no dust.
Entering the hallway, she opened the first door she came upon. Peering inside, she found that the bed was neatly made and everything seemed to be in place. She found that a soft, flowery scent hug in the air. A woman definitely occupied this room. Upon further inspection, she noticed that the room was also the master suite. Stepping inside, her eyes fell upon something that seemed very out of place. There was a large wardrobe on the far side of the room that had a thick layer of dust and quite a few cobwebs on it. Out of the corner of her eye, she also noticed a dusty vase with a large bouquet of dead, wilted wildflowers. Next to the vase was a picture of a young man and woman with a small boy. All three had black hair and gleaming black eyes. The boy in the picture couldn't have been older than three or four and he was wearing a hat with an orange ball of some sort stuck on the top of it.
She left the room, shutting the door and making her way to the next one down the hall. There was a sign on the door that read, 'Goten's room - no admittance.'
She turned the knob and pushed against the door to find something blocking it from the inside. She shoved at it with her shoulder and soon found herself inside a rather messy room that almost reminded her of her own bedroom from long ago. There was an overgrown pile of laundry behind the door, explaining the difficulty in opening.
She noticed an open photo album sitting on the desk and decided she'd check it out later, after she had explored the rest of the house.
Across the hall she found a large bathroom which she left after a quick look around.
Moving to the second to last door in the hall, she noticed that there were a few cobwebs hanging from the corner of the door. Trying the handle, she found that the door was locked. She bit her lip and looked back down the hall toward the kitchen.
"What could be behind that door that it would've been left unused for so long?" she wondered aloud. Looking back at the door, she noticed something on it that was coated with dust and cobwebs. Reaching up, she gently wiped away the thick layer of grime, revealing a plaque that was similar to the one on the other door. She squinted at it, but was unable to make out what it said.
She hurried back down the hall to the bathroom and, grabbing a wash cloth, she wetted it down and made her way back down the hall. Softly scrubbing at the plaque, she was soon able to make out some letters. G - O - H - A - N.
But no.. it couldn't be... not after all her searching. She leaned up against the wall next to the door and slid to the ground as tears started making their way down her cheeks. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.
After what seemed like hours, she felt a light rumbling in her stomach. It HAD been a few days since she had eaten last... Standing up, she made her way back to the kitchen to see what she could dig up.
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A/N: Alright, fixed the quirks in this chapter! Please review - and yes, flames ARE welcome.
By: Mirai Catarina (ihugdemisaiyans@aol.com)
Disclaimer: --Cat DOES own DBZ!!! It all belongs to her!!!
--Very flattering Bardock, but unless you want yourself turned over to the copyright police, you better just stay in that poster. Even though I wish Bardock WAS telling the truth, I don't own DBZ and most likely never will...
A/N: I forgot to mention this in the last chapter, but in case any of you hadn't noticed, this is an A/U fic - Hence the reason that Goten exists in the Mirai Trunks timeline. I'm thinking about writing a separate story about Mirai Goten later on. We'll see!
Chapter Two: The Wish - Who's the girl?
* * * *
One Month Later
* * * *
Goten and Trunks lay half asleep in their room when Bulma flew through the door.
"Wake up! We're landing in two minutes!" she cried. The boys jumped out of their beds and scrambled to get dressed as Bulma ran back out the door to the control room.
"Can you believe it Trunks?! We're finally going to see Namek!" Goten said gleefully, hopping on one foot as he pulled his pants on over his boxers.
"Tell me about it!" Trunks said through his shirt. They ran out of the room and towards the control room, each pulling their jackets on. As well as strapping their weapons to their backs; Trunks' sword and Goten's Nyoi-bo, which had once belonged to his father, Goku.
Once in the control room, the two young men strapped themselves into their seats, ready to finally be off the ship and on solid ground with fresh air instead of the stale recycled air they had been breathing.
"One minute until landing." the computer announced as the ship shook violently. There was a light *THUD* and then nothing. Goten and Trunks exchanged glances then quickly jumped out of their seats and ran towards the main hatch.
"Trunks! Goten! WAIT!" Chichi cried to no avail. The two were already outside taking in their surroundings. Bulma chuckled.
"They'll always be children at heart." Chichi smiled.
"I hope not - I'm still hoping for grandchildren!" she cried, half jokingly. The two women exchanged glances and burst into fits of laughter. When they finally left the ship, Bulma had two Dragon Radar and a capsulized air bike complete with two helmets.
"Alright you two - we're going to split up so time will go faster. I'm sure you know how to use the radar." Just to demonstrate, she clicked the button on one of them. "And there you have it."
Goten peered at the radar closely.
"Bulma?" he asked slowly.
"What is it Goten?"
"I think the radar's broken..." Bulma's eyes widened.
"It can't be!! What makes you think that?" she cried, almost devastated.
"Because, it's showing that all seven Dragonballs are together... right here..." Bulma paled visibly and quickly turned the radar so that she could see it better.
"I - I think you're right, Goten. Maybe it's from so many years of just sitting..."
"I have a feeling that if you were to look around you, you'd find that your radar is quite correct," came a gentle voice from behind them.
"I know that voice!" Bulma said, breathing rapidly as she slowly turned to face the person that had spoken. "D-Dende? Is that r-really you?!" The Namek smirked.
"It's good to see you again Bulma." The woman ran to embrace him and broke down in tears.
"Oh, Kami, Dende! You have no idea!" she managed to get out.
"Sort of, but not really..." he said, giving his old friend a squeeze. "Gohan explained everything." Chichi gasped.
"Gohan t-talked to you?" she asked, struggling to hold back the sobs. Dende smiled sympathetically at her.
"With the help of King Kai... He said he misses you all and can't wait to be with you again. He would have spoken with you himself, but he didn't think either you or he could have made it through the conversation in one piece," Dende explained.
Bulma glanced at the Dragonballs.
"So you gathered those for us?"
"I figured it was part of my duty - to help the people of Earth."
"Duty?" Trunks spoke up.
"As Guardian of Earth." Everyone was awestruck. "Hey, Kami me asked me to do it and I simply accepted," he explained.
"That's wonderful Dende!" Bulma cried, hugging him again. "What do you guys say we get these wishes made and get home?"
"Sounds good to me," Chichi replied.
"Dende, do your work," Bulma smiled, stepping back. The Namek smiled and started speaking Namekian. The seven golden orbs began to glow brightly while the sky overhead became as black as night.
Goten and Trunks looked around in awe seeing as to the fact that they had never actually seen the Dragonballs at work.
Suddenly, Porunga appeared, his great mass filling the darkened sky.
"Who has called me from my eternal slumber?" he roared. Bulma swallowed nervously and told Dende the wish.
"Bring back to life those who were killed by the androids," she said quickly, sighing sadly, for she knew that only those who had died within the past year could be revived.
Dende turned and translated the wish for the Dragon. The enormous beast was silent for a minute before his eyes flashed, signaling that the wish had been accepted.
"Your wish has been granted. You have two more wishes."
Bulma blinked, "I completely forgot about the other two wishes!" Trunks and Goten glanced at each other.
"We could use some food and fuel for the trip home..." Trunks suggested. "Seeing as to the fact that we've pretty much used up the supplies that we DID have..." Bulma nodded, contemplating.
"I don't see why not..." she said slowly. "Go ahead, Dende," she said at last.
The Namek nodded and turned to the Dragon once more, shouting out in Namekian. The Dragon's deep red eyes flashed brightly.
"Your wish has been granted," it said gruffly. "Tell me your final wish."
This took some thought - what else could they possibly wish for? There wasn't really anything else that they'd need. At least, nothing they THOUGHT they'd need.
"You know what I miss?" Chichi spoke up. Everyone turned to look at her, confused. "I miss hearing the birds in the morning when I wake up, or the crickets at night, before I fall asleep," she started.
"Umm, Mom? Now's not the time..." Goten cut in, somewhat worried for his mother's sanity. Chichi glared at him, silencing him instantly.
"I'm suggesting that we ask the Dragon to restore the plants and animals that were lost because of the androids," she explained, exasperated.
Bulma smiled, delighted.
"I think it's a wonderful idea, Chichi!" she exclaimed. "Dende? Do you think the Dragon will be able to do it?" she asked tentatively.
"There's only one way to find out," the young guardian replied, shrugging. "Shall we?" Everyone nodded their approval and Dende made the wish.
They were all delighted to find that the Dragon COULD indeed grant the wish.
"Your wish has been granted," it bellowed, "I bid thee, farewell!" And with that, it disappeared in a flash of light, sending the Dragonballs flying across the sky.
After the last bit of light from the seven mystical orbs had disappeared, Bulma turned to the group.
"Well guys, I guess that's about it. Shall we get back to our home sweet home?" Trunks and Goten turned to look at each other.
"As much as we'd love to stay longer, Bulma we wanted to get back to Earth to help with the rebuilding," Goten explained. Chichi and Bulma smiled - they understood completely. Those two were the strongest people alive.
"Then I suggest we be on our way." With that, the group with the addition of Dende, headed for the ship. Within minutes, they were on their way.
* * * *
Two Weeks Later
* * * *
The young woman knocked on the door of the small, domed house. Receiving no answer, she tried the knob to find it open. Looking around cautiously, she entered the house and stood in what looked like the kitchen.
Inhaling deeply, she smiled at the scent of several kinds of spices. Walking towards the back hallway, she ran her hand along the table top and was surprised to find that there was almost no dust.
Entering the hallway, she opened the first door she came upon. Peering inside, she found that the bed was neatly made and everything seemed to be in place. She found that a soft, flowery scent hug in the air. A woman definitely occupied this room. Upon further inspection, she noticed that the room was also the master suite. Stepping inside, her eyes fell upon something that seemed very out of place. There was a large wardrobe on the far side of the room that had a thick layer of dust and quite a few cobwebs on it. Out of the corner of her eye, she also noticed a dusty vase with a large bouquet of dead, wilted wildflowers. Next to the vase was a picture of a young man and woman with a small boy. All three had black hair and gleaming black eyes. The boy in the picture couldn't have been older than three or four and he was wearing a hat with an orange ball of some sort stuck on the top of it.
She left the room, shutting the door and making her way to the next one down the hall. There was a sign on the door that read, 'Goten's room - no admittance.'
She turned the knob and pushed against the door to find something blocking it from the inside. She shoved at it with her shoulder and soon found herself inside a rather messy room that almost reminded her of her own bedroom from long ago. There was an overgrown pile of laundry behind the door, explaining the difficulty in opening.
She noticed an open photo album sitting on the desk and decided she'd check it out later, after she had explored the rest of the house.
Across the hall she found a large bathroom which she left after a quick look around.
Moving to the second to last door in the hall, she noticed that there were a few cobwebs hanging from the corner of the door. Trying the handle, she found that the door was locked. She bit her lip and looked back down the hall toward the kitchen.
"What could be behind that door that it would've been left unused for so long?" she wondered aloud. Looking back at the door, she noticed something on it that was coated with dust and cobwebs. Reaching up, she gently wiped away the thick layer of grime, revealing a plaque that was similar to the one on the other door. She squinted at it, but was unable to make out what it said.
She hurried back down the hall to the bathroom and, grabbing a wash cloth, she wetted it down and made her way back down the hall. Softly scrubbing at the plaque, she was soon able to make out some letters. G - O - H - A - N.
But no.. it couldn't be... not after all her searching. She leaned up against the wall next to the door and slid to the ground as tears started making their way down her cheeks. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.
After what seemed like hours, she felt a light rumbling in her stomach. It HAD been a few days since she had eaten last... Standing up, she made her way back to the kitchen to see what she could dig up.
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A/N: Alright, fixed the quirks in this chapter! Please review - and yes, flames ARE welcome.