AN) Ok, I would like to thank Jen and Hanita for helping me with this chapter. If it weren't for their threats on my life I would never have finished. I would also like to thank Jen for staying up extra late with me and continuing to tell me to write! Ok, I'll stop blabbing, here's the chapter...
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On the planet...
The four teens tried to hold onto consciousness and attempted to clean up despite their injuries but eventually just crashed on top of the jagged layer of twisted metal and broken glass covering the floor. It was now early morning, and their eyes began to flutter as streams of sunlight spilt through the cracks along the once sturdy and indestructible space ship. Now it was just plain 'Space shit.'
Perhaps it was the one with shimmering purple hair that stirred first, or it may have been another. The fact was that they had all been awake about fifteen minutes and pretended to be asleep. Why did they pretend? It may have been that they were each in the arms of the one they loved and didn't want to move from comfort, or maybe they were trying to hold onto the last bit of fleeting dreams that escaped their minds to pretend that they weren't in this horrible situation. Whatever the reason was, they eventually opened their eyes and grimaced in pain.
Pan was the first to start to sit up, using her elbow and little strength to prop herself up from the ground. The sharp grunt from Trunks resulted in her swift roll away. "Sorry Trunks, I didn't mean to stab you with my elbow." she said in a groan.
She blinked a few times and started to stand up, leaning against a nearby wall for support as she chased the last thoughts of sleep from her mind. She looked down and smiled. Her best friend and Uncle were still cuddled up on the floor. Her eyes drifted to Trunks and she held out a hand to help him up.
He opened his eyes and stared at her outstretched hand. "It's too early!" he complained, but didn't refuse her gesture and was soon standing beside her.
"I feel like shit. My head doesn't hurt anymore but I have so many scrapes and bruises all over me that I think I feel like my dad probably felt when he finished his fight with cell. Of course I don't have a weight off my shoulders from knowing I did something right."
Trunks patted her shoulder in comfort and kissed her hair. "Why don't we go see if we can make any food? You try to wake up those two, I'll try and salvage something from the kitchen." Trunks said, limping out of the room.
Pan knelt beside the other two people and leaned near their faces. "Why don't you wake up NOW!" she yelled. The sudden outburst caused both Goten and Bra to leap up quickly and into fighting stances out of instinct.
"What? Huh? Hey!" complained Bra. "I was happy sleeping!"
Pan looked at her skeptically, knowing full well that Bra was awake and just wanted to stay longer in Goten's arms.
"Come on, lets go to the kitchen before your brother blows something up."
Right as the words left Pans mouth they heard a loud bang and then several curses from the kitchen. "Oh great." groaned Goten, "Now whatever he was trying to make won't be edible." Pan and Bra sweat dropped.
"We should just hope that the damage isn't too bad."
The three tired teens drug each other to the kitchen and frowned. Trunks was standing over the sink, one hand in his mouth and the other waving frantically to disperse the smoke.
"Trunks what happened???" complained Bra, looking to her right to inspect a flaming microwave.
A moment later a stream of white foam flew past her and put out the flames. Pan set the fire extinguisher down and glared at Trunks.
"What? Don't look at me like that, that thing must have short circuited," he defended, pulling his hand from his mouth and pouting.
"What were you trying to make?" asked Goten, walking towards the sink.
"Baked Potatoes, they were the first things I saw in the cabinet."
"Why are they glowing?" Goten asked with wide eyes.
Trunks looked at his red hand and frowned. "I don't know, I put them in the microwave to heat, and heard a loud noise. I opened it and they were glowing so I picked them up and threw them in the sink. I think I burned my hand. Owie."
Pan walked over to Trunks with a look of sympathy across her features, and proceeded to smack him across the back of the head. "Idiot. What temperature did you cook them on?"
"Owie" Trunks complained, rubbing the back of his head.
Bra frowned, "Umm can we talk about this later, those potatoes don't look right. They scare me."
They all stood around the sink staring at the glowing lumps. "Why are they glowing a neon green?" asked Pan.
"Do you think they're safe to eat?" Goten asked, licking his lips. "What?" he complained, rubbing the back of his head where Bra hit him.
"Uh oh..." Trunks grabbed Pan and pushed her to the ground, Goten and Bra falling as well right before the four lumps of 'Potatoes' blew up.
Pieces of brown lumps flew across the room, each as hard as rocks and raining down on the floor.
"Ow" they all muttered as they felt a series of blows on their backs. Trunks muttering "Owie." as one landed on a bruise.
"That was...um...interesting?" Pan commented standing up only to be pulled back down by Trunks as the last one exploded.
After a long pause they listened to the silence in the room. "Are they all done?" asked Bra, removing her hands from the back of her head and lifting her face off the ground.
"I think so..."
The four got up and looked around. The kitchen was in shambles. The flaming rocks had flown through the glass doors of the microwave and oven. "Well, I guess this leaves food out of the question," said Bra thoughtfully.
"No food?" squeaked Goten.
"Looks like we won't be able to cook anything" Pan sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her face and ignoring her Uncle.
"No food?" Goten asked again.
"Now what do we do?" asked Trunks, looking around as if none of this was his fault.
"No food?"
"Well I think we should go find something to eat before Goten here dies of shock." Pan commented, tilting her head in her uncle's direction where he was just staring off into space and muttering to himself.
Trunks sighed and lifted his head in thought. "I guess we should go explore the planet. Maybe theirs water and plants nearby. There might be an animal to hunt, or maybe fish?"
The four shrugged their shoulders and started to walk to the door before hearing a loud BAM echo through the kitchen.
They all leapt to the ground covering their heads again and shaking in fear. "Is it over?" asked Pan.
"I'm not getting up," muttered Trunks.
Goten looked behind them and frowned. "It was just the light fixture thing, it fell from the ceiling."
They all turned their heads and saw shattered glass on the floor and hanging wires from the ceiling. "Well, no more going in this room."
The four teens got up and left the kitchen quickly, then proceeded to run out of the ship in paranoia that another glowing potatoes would explode.
"Well, who's going to hunt?" asked Trunks.
The three others turned towards him with narrowing eyes.
"What? Come on it wasn't MY fault!!!!"
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Back on earth
The parents had all woken up in their various positions and started the day. Vegeta had shoved Bulma in the lab before he went outside towards the gravity room to meditate. Gohan was under a nearby tree sitting next to Goku. Each was trying to feel for their children's Ki in an attempt to know their safety.
Chichi and Videl glanced out the window and smiled. They darted across the room and into Bulma's lab. It was time for another Mothers meeting.
Outside Vegeta stirred in his position on the floor of the gravity room. He had just felt Bra's Ki rise a little, before going back down. (It rose when one of the potatoes exploded). He stood up and walked out.
His pace brought him towards the tree where the two Sons were meditating. Gohans eyes opened quickly as he felt the sudden rise in his Pan's Ki too.
"What did your son do to my daughter? I just felt her Ki rise!" growled Gohan, standing up and staring at Vegeta.
Vegeta, not wanting to pass up an opportunity to fight, snapped back. "Well I could ask you what your imbecile brother is doing to my Princess. Her ki skyrocketed too!"
The two growled at each other and Gohan turned to his father. "Dad, I want you to teleport us to them right now! Their ki is high enough."
Goku frowned. He didn't like the idea of taking them to see their children right now, especially while they were so angry. The idea of a large blood bath did not appeal to him.
"Teleport? What are you talking about?" he asked, faking ignorance and doing quite a good job at acting.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Don't play fucking games Kakkarot. Take us to them NOW."
Goku frowned. How was he supposed to get out of this one? His eyes lit and he scratched the back of his head. "Oooh you mean Instant Transmit you two there? When you said 'Teleport' you confused me!"
Gohan raised his hand to the side of his head and pushed his fingers against a pressure point near his temple. He was getting very stressed out right now. "Dad, will you Instant transmit us there?" he said, biting back the anger in his voice.
Vegeta's hands gripped at his sides. He was having a hard time keeping himself from attempting to kill Kakkarott at that moment.
"Well I would have if you asked sooner, but their Ki's are too low now," explained Goku, taking a few steps back and walking to the house.
Gohan and Vegeta stayed rooted in place, twitching every once in a while.
Bulma's soft voice carried across the lawn, causing Gohan and Vegeta to turn around to face where she was talking to Goku.
She handed him a small item and sighed. Their Saiyan hearing could detect her explanation. "The girls and I decided that it was time to stop protecting them. We don't like the idea of them being trapped out in space and possibly dying. So we're not going to stall anymore. This is a space ship capsule for you three to go find them. Our scanners detected that they're on planet 11456, you can set it on auto pilot."
Bulma did an about face and walked back into capsule corps. Goku turned around and waved the capsule in the air. "Let's get packed!"
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On the planet...
Goten, Pan, and Bra were kneeling by a stream they had found close to their ship. They were rinsing their hands and attempting to wash some dirt off of their faces.
"I wonder if Trunks found anything yet..." trailed Pan.
Bra looked up and frowned, "What the..."
A small deer leapt across the stream and started running away. Close behind was Trunks, or at least what closely resembled him. Donning a loincloth and a pointy spear Trunks ran passed them, screaming a war cry from his painted face.
"Was that war paint? No... Hey that better not have been MY lipstick!" complained Bra.
"That is so not his color," commented Goten while shaking his head.
Pan just stared at his retreating from with an open mouth and a collection of drool gathering at the corner. Trunks...Loincloth...Bare chest...war paint...damn was he sexy.
"I think Trunks is going insane." Goten said in an afterthought.
Bra risked a glance at her friend and stifled a giggle. "I don't think he's the only one," she said, watching Pan jump up and chase after Trunks.
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AN) ........::author drooling::..........What? No noo I'm not thinking of Trunks dressed like that! Get your mind out of the gutter!!...although you have to admit....OkOk, so you caught me. I'm allowed to daydream once in a while aren't I? Aren't I?
Well aren't you proud? I got a chapter out! YAY!! Ok, now Hanita and Jen won't hang me on a meat hook. Well Jen. It's your turn. Have fun! Oh yeah, and if you don't hurry then I'll chase after you with my flamethrower.
Review!
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On the planet...
The four teens tried to hold onto consciousness and attempted to clean up despite their injuries but eventually just crashed on top of the jagged layer of twisted metal and broken glass covering the floor. It was now early morning, and their eyes began to flutter as streams of sunlight spilt through the cracks along the once sturdy and indestructible space ship. Now it was just plain 'Space shit.'
Perhaps it was the one with shimmering purple hair that stirred first, or it may have been another. The fact was that they had all been awake about fifteen minutes and pretended to be asleep. Why did they pretend? It may have been that they were each in the arms of the one they loved and didn't want to move from comfort, or maybe they were trying to hold onto the last bit of fleeting dreams that escaped their minds to pretend that they weren't in this horrible situation. Whatever the reason was, they eventually opened their eyes and grimaced in pain.
Pan was the first to start to sit up, using her elbow and little strength to prop herself up from the ground. The sharp grunt from Trunks resulted in her swift roll away. "Sorry Trunks, I didn't mean to stab you with my elbow." she said in a groan.
She blinked a few times and started to stand up, leaning against a nearby wall for support as she chased the last thoughts of sleep from her mind. She looked down and smiled. Her best friend and Uncle were still cuddled up on the floor. Her eyes drifted to Trunks and she held out a hand to help him up.
He opened his eyes and stared at her outstretched hand. "It's too early!" he complained, but didn't refuse her gesture and was soon standing beside her.
"I feel like shit. My head doesn't hurt anymore but I have so many scrapes and bruises all over me that I think I feel like my dad probably felt when he finished his fight with cell. Of course I don't have a weight off my shoulders from knowing I did something right."
Trunks patted her shoulder in comfort and kissed her hair. "Why don't we go see if we can make any food? You try to wake up those two, I'll try and salvage something from the kitchen." Trunks said, limping out of the room.
Pan knelt beside the other two people and leaned near their faces. "Why don't you wake up NOW!" she yelled. The sudden outburst caused both Goten and Bra to leap up quickly and into fighting stances out of instinct.
"What? Huh? Hey!" complained Bra. "I was happy sleeping!"
Pan looked at her skeptically, knowing full well that Bra was awake and just wanted to stay longer in Goten's arms.
"Come on, lets go to the kitchen before your brother blows something up."
Right as the words left Pans mouth they heard a loud bang and then several curses from the kitchen. "Oh great." groaned Goten, "Now whatever he was trying to make won't be edible." Pan and Bra sweat dropped.
"We should just hope that the damage isn't too bad."
The three tired teens drug each other to the kitchen and frowned. Trunks was standing over the sink, one hand in his mouth and the other waving frantically to disperse the smoke.
"Trunks what happened???" complained Bra, looking to her right to inspect a flaming microwave.
A moment later a stream of white foam flew past her and put out the flames. Pan set the fire extinguisher down and glared at Trunks.
"What? Don't look at me like that, that thing must have short circuited," he defended, pulling his hand from his mouth and pouting.
"What were you trying to make?" asked Goten, walking towards the sink.
"Baked Potatoes, they were the first things I saw in the cabinet."
"Why are they glowing?" Goten asked with wide eyes.
Trunks looked at his red hand and frowned. "I don't know, I put them in the microwave to heat, and heard a loud noise. I opened it and they were glowing so I picked them up and threw them in the sink. I think I burned my hand. Owie."
Pan walked over to Trunks with a look of sympathy across her features, and proceeded to smack him across the back of the head. "Idiot. What temperature did you cook them on?"
"Owie" Trunks complained, rubbing the back of his head.
Bra frowned, "Umm can we talk about this later, those potatoes don't look right. They scare me."
They all stood around the sink staring at the glowing lumps. "Why are they glowing a neon green?" asked Pan.
"Do you think they're safe to eat?" Goten asked, licking his lips. "What?" he complained, rubbing the back of his head where Bra hit him.
"Uh oh..." Trunks grabbed Pan and pushed her to the ground, Goten and Bra falling as well right before the four lumps of 'Potatoes' blew up.
Pieces of brown lumps flew across the room, each as hard as rocks and raining down on the floor.
"Ow" they all muttered as they felt a series of blows on their backs. Trunks muttering "Owie." as one landed on a bruise.
"That was...um...interesting?" Pan commented standing up only to be pulled back down by Trunks as the last one exploded.
After a long pause they listened to the silence in the room. "Are they all done?" asked Bra, removing her hands from the back of her head and lifting her face off the ground.
"I think so..."
The four got up and looked around. The kitchen was in shambles. The flaming rocks had flown through the glass doors of the microwave and oven. "Well, I guess this leaves food out of the question," said Bra thoughtfully.
"No food?" squeaked Goten.
"Looks like we won't be able to cook anything" Pan sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her face and ignoring her Uncle.
"No food?" Goten asked again.
"Now what do we do?" asked Trunks, looking around as if none of this was his fault.
"No food?"
"Well I think we should go find something to eat before Goten here dies of shock." Pan commented, tilting her head in her uncle's direction where he was just staring off into space and muttering to himself.
Trunks sighed and lifted his head in thought. "I guess we should go explore the planet. Maybe theirs water and plants nearby. There might be an animal to hunt, or maybe fish?"
The four shrugged their shoulders and started to walk to the door before hearing a loud BAM echo through the kitchen.
They all leapt to the ground covering their heads again and shaking in fear. "Is it over?" asked Pan.
"I'm not getting up," muttered Trunks.
Goten looked behind them and frowned. "It was just the light fixture thing, it fell from the ceiling."
They all turned their heads and saw shattered glass on the floor and hanging wires from the ceiling. "Well, no more going in this room."
The four teens got up and left the kitchen quickly, then proceeded to run out of the ship in paranoia that another glowing potatoes would explode.
"Well, who's going to hunt?" asked Trunks.
The three others turned towards him with narrowing eyes.
"What? Come on it wasn't MY fault!!!!"
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Back on earth
The parents had all woken up in their various positions and started the day. Vegeta had shoved Bulma in the lab before he went outside towards the gravity room to meditate. Gohan was under a nearby tree sitting next to Goku. Each was trying to feel for their children's Ki in an attempt to know their safety.
Chichi and Videl glanced out the window and smiled. They darted across the room and into Bulma's lab. It was time for another Mothers meeting.
Outside Vegeta stirred in his position on the floor of the gravity room. He had just felt Bra's Ki rise a little, before going back down. (It rose when one of the potatoes exploded). He stood up and walked out.
His pace brought him towards the tree where the two Sons were meditating. Gohans eyes opened quickly as he felt the sudden rise in his Pan's Ki too.
"What did your son do to my daughter? I just felt her Ki rise!" growled Gohan, standing up and staring at Vegeta.
Vegeta, not wanting to pass up an opportunity to fight, snapped back. "Well I could ask you what your imbecile brother is doing to my Princess. Her ki skyrocketed too!"
The two growled at each other and Gohan turned to his father. "Dad, I want you to teleport us to them right now! Their ki is high enough."
Goku frowned. He didn't like the idea of taking them to see their children right now, especially while they were so angry. The idea of a large blood bath did not appeal to him.
"Teleport? What are you talking about?" he asked, faking ignorance and doing quite a good job at acting.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Don't play fucking games Kakkarot. Take us to them NOW."
Goku frowned. How was he supposed to get out of this one? His eyes lit and he scratched the back of his head. "Oooh you mean Instant Transmit you two there? When you said 'Teleport' you confused me!"
Gohan raised his hand to the side of his head and pushed his fingers against a pressure point near his temple. He was getting very stressed out right now. "Dad, will you Instant transmit us there?" he said, biting back the anger in his voice.
Vegeta's hands gripped at his sides. He was having a hard time keeping himself from attempting to kill Kakkarott at that moment.
"Well I would have if you asked sooner, but their Ki's are too low now," explained Goku, taking a few steps back and walking to the house.
Gohan and Vegeta stayed rooted in place, twitching every once in a while.
Bulma's soft voice carried across the lawn, causing Gohan and Vegeta to turn around to face where she was talking to Goku.
She handed him a small item and sighed. Their Saiyan hearing could detect her explanation. "The girls and I decided that it was time to stop protecting them. We don't like the idea of them being trapped out in space and possibly dying. So we're not going to stall anymore. This is a space ship capsule for you three to go find them. Our scanners detected that they're on planet 11456, you can set it on auto pilot."
Bulma did an about face and walked back into capsule corps. Goku turned around and waved the capsule in the air. "Let's get packed!"
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On the planet...
Goten, Pan, and Bra were kneeling by a stream they had found close to their ship. They were rinsing their hands and attempting to wash some dirt off of their faces.
"I wonder if Trunks found anything yet..." trailed Pan.
Bra looked up and frowned, "What the..."
A small deer leapt across the stream and started running away. Close behind was Trunks, or at least what closely resembled him. Donning a loincloth and a pointy spear Trunks ran passed them, screaming a war cry from his painted face.
"Was that war paint? No... Hey that better not have been MY lipstick!" complained Bra.
"That is so not his color," commented Goten while shaking his head.
Pan just stared at his retreating from with an open mouth and a collection of drool gathering at the corner. Trunks...Loincloth...Bare chest...war paint...damn was he sexy.
"I think Trunks is going insane." Goten said in an afterthought.
Bra risked a glance at her friend and stifled a giggle. "I don't think he's the only one," she said, watching Pan jump up and chase after Trunks.
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AN) ........::author drooling::..........What? No noo I'm not thinking of Trunks dressed like that! Get your mind out of the gutter!!...although you have to admit....OkOk, so you caught me. I'm allowed to daydream once in a while aren't I? Aren't I?
Well aren't you proud? I got a chapter out! YAY!! Ok, now Hanita and Jen won't hang me on a meat hook. Well Jen. It's your turn. Have fun! Oh yeah, and if you don't hurry then I'll chase after you with my flamethrower.
Review!
