Disclaimer: Alright, I'm being gracious today. I do not own Dragon Ball Z
or any of its characters.
Author's Note: ~sigh~ Another chapter, more things going on between Goten and Trunks, Bebi and the rest of the world- Does it ever end? I suppose it will when I finish this story. R&R and most importantly, enjoy!
Chapter Eight
~Alternate Plane of Existence~
~*Goten's Point of View*~
"Chibi! Come on, Chibi, wake up!" Something had grabbed my shoulder and was shaking me roughly back and forth. No, I wanted to tell the voice, let me sleep. My head ached and my mouth tasted incredibly sour.
"Wake up! Onegai!" Rolling over and groaning at the same time, I opened my eyes, forcing the room to stop spinning as I tried to look around. What in the name of Kami-sama had happened? I could vaguely remember the excitement I had felt as I had seen Trunks and then there had been that kiss, but after that-
Absolutely nothing!
"Leave me alone. I just want to be-"
"Chibi, it's me! Man, aren't you glad to see me?!" What? Glad to see who? Turning my head, I blinked in surprise as features of startling lavender and blue washed over my senses. But that was impossible, wasn't it? Trunks was-
"Who in the hell are you?!" I cried, leaping shakily to my feet where I almost fell flat on my face. Okay, so I couldn't take things too quickly at the moment. I still needed to get answers and I was not going to sit inches away from someone that happened to look like my best friend.
"Chibi, it's me. Trunks." I shook my head, not wanting to believe. He was somewhere else, at least, I thought so.
"No, you can't be Trunks. I distinctly remember passing out, and you were- "
"That wasn't me. Chibi, you have to trust me on this. I would never lie to you." That voice was so full of pent-up emotions that I could feel tears pricking at my eyes. It really was him, and, and- Oh, Kami-sama!
"Man, am I glad to-" I didn't know who moved first, but we both ended up hugging, our arms tightly locked around each other in a firm embrace. I could feel a tremor going through my body -or was it his?- and I squeezed my eyes shut, compelling the hot scorching of tears away. I wouldn't cry in front of him, no matter what happened between us. When he pulled away, he stared at me for quite some time, his beautiful blue eyes faded with memories, and suddenly, he reached up with his hand, touching my lip where it had been cut open.
"So you were-" I rubbed over the spot where he had touched, feeling it tingle, and smiled broadly, knowing that it was almost identical to the one my father shared with the world.
"Yeah, your father-"
"Why?" This is how it had always been. We didn't have to finish our sentences to know what the other was trying to say, and I suppose it had always been like that, for as far back as I could recall. I placed my hand in the pocket of my jeans, restless under a gaze I had not felt in almost a year.
"Well, I-I missed you, Trunks-kun, and it was the only thing I could think of that would make me forget about it, I guess." I swallowed harshly. I can't believe I just admitted that. I felt like passing out again, but Trunks shared nothing in my embarrassment because he began talking in fast phrases, almost sounding like I did when I rambled.
"So did I. I mean, being up there, in space with just Pan and Gokou for nearly nine months drove me crazy. I didn't have anyone to actually talk to, if you know what I mean. Pan was always too busy screaming at either one of us to have a civil conversation, and Gokou-" He sighed, leaving me to wonder very little. I knew what my father was like, even though I hadn't really grown up with him around, and with Trunks the way he was, I could see that it was insane-driven.
"So, what you're saying is-" He scowled and roughly shoved a hand through his hair.
"Kami-dammit, Goten, I missed you, too! A lot!" He breathed harshly and I could feel my heart beating quite rapidly in my chest. Trunks had missed me? A lot? Why did I have this feeling that this was only the beginning of the things he had to tell me?
"I-I, okay," I mumbled, blushing heated to the roots of my dark hair. I really couldn't think of anything else to say, and he must have picked up on my unease because he laughed, a sound that I longed to hear for Kami knew how long, and smiled broadly.
"Please ignore that, Chibi. I'm already insane and- wait a minute! You're here!" I looked crossed-eyed at him; what was he talking about?
"Yeah, o'course I am," I replied, scratching the back of my head in confusion. Was he going to be alright or was there something really wrong with him? With Trunks, it was difficult to tell.
"No, that's not what I mean. I mean, you're here, with me, and that must-" He face paled considerably and placed his hands on my shoulders, shaking me hard enough to rattle my teeth. "Please don't tell me that Bebi got to you, too!"
Bebi?
It was my turn to blanch, and I gazed at him, my best friend whose eyes were frantically searching mine for the truth, anything to put his soul at rest. What did he mean by Bebi? He- oh, Kami-sama! That was why "Trunks" hadn't greeted me with any emotion, and why he had kissed me! He'd just wanted to take control of my body, like he'd promised to do long ago. I slowly sank to the ground, my hands covering my face in shame.
"He was you?! All this time, Bebi was really you?!" I heard movement and a moment later, I felt his hand touching my arm, reassuring and comforting.
"I didn't mean to let it happen, Chibi. I didn't know either. Do you forgive me?" It wasn't his fault, my mind screamed to me, it was mine, but I had to tell him something. Anything-
"Kami, Trunks, it was an accident. We were both so- what are we going to do now?" He stared at me, almost through me, and sighed, wrapping his arms around his knees in a habit he'd possessed since childhood.
"I don't know, Chibi. I really don't know." We sat together in the silence, neither feeling nor speaking, and I closed my eyes, afraid to know what was happening in the real world, afraid to know what "I" was doing without the knowledge of it.
~Chikyuu; A few Miles from the Son Residence~
Pan knew something was extremely wrong when she'd felt the increase in ki and then nothing only kilometers from where she was. Picking up her speed, she flew over the ground, which passed in a blur of green and brown, and headed for her house, which happened to be next door to her grandmother's. Before she had a chance to get there, she caught a glimpse of a figure up ahead that looked exactly like-
"Goten! Hey, Uncle Goten, wait up!" He slowed and she caught up to him, smiling brightly. "Konnichi wa, long time no see," she cried happily, almost wanting to leap into his arms. She loved her uncle almost more than anyone in her family; he was just the coolest person to be around.
"Oh, it's you." Pan looked at him in bewilderment. What was that supposed to mean? He didn't sound very happy to see her, not at all.
"What's wrong, Uncle Goten? Did-" Faster than her eyes could see, Goten moved, backhanding her quickly in the face, making her vision blur. His foot caught the side of her jaw and sent her plummeting towards the trees below, blood welling up in her mouth. She didn't understand. Why was Goten being so mean and hitting her? He'd never, once in her entire life, lifted so much as a finger against her, even when they had sparred.
"This should take care of you, you brat!" he called to her, lifting his hand and firing a ki blast large enough to put a dent in the ground. Pan opened her mouth, thinking to convince him not to hurt her, but all that came was a scream of agonizing pain and then nothing else.
Within his vessel, Bebi smirked cruelly and forced the easily willing body around, flying towards the spot he felt several powers gathered. Most of them were weak, but one was particularly stronger than this body. What a shame; he'd thought that Son Goten would have been more powerful, but apparently he had been wrong. Bebi hated being wrong and he would prove to the world, once and for all, that he was not one to double-cross.
A few minutes later, he landed in front of two domed houses, smoke coming from the chimney of the one on the left, and he laughed, walking up to the door. This was too easy. As his hand reached for the doorknob to throw it open, someone else did it for him, and he was staring at a face that he did not recognize, but knew instantly. It was Son Gohan, his body's older brother.
This was absolutely perfect!
"There you are, Goten! 'Kansan's been worried sick because you ran off without telling anyone where you were going! What are you smiling at?!"
"Oh, nothing. Tell me, Gohan, will you spar with me?" His eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed behind his glasses. Those were absolutely ridiculous.
"Goten, you know I don't do that anymore. What's gotten into you?" A grin edged its way onto his face as a woman, her hair long and pulled back in a braid, appeared next to Gohan, eyes shining.
"Are you feeling better, Goten? Does-" She was quickly smacked in the face, and Gohan caught her as she staggered, redness swelling up her cheek.
"Be quiet! I don't need to hear a word from you." The older half Saiyajin's eyes burned with rage.
"What was that for, Goten?! Why'd you hit Videl?" Bebi-Goten took a step back, his hand raising up as an invite.
"Come, brother. Fight me!" Looking at Videl, his wife's eyes blurred with unspilt tears from the obvious pain inflicted upon her, he felt his ki surging and quickly pulled off his glasses, throwing them to the floor.
"You want a fight, Goten?! Well, I'll give you a fight!" Using speed to his advantage, Gohan grappled with his sibling and they both went rolling into the yard, hands at each other's throats.
A/N: Oh, no! What's going to happen now? Bebi is such a ~mumbles a bunch of curse words~ Well, all I can say, I hope Gohan can beat him or else we're all in trouble! ^o^
Author's Note: ~sigh~ Another chapter, more things going on between Goten and Trunks, Bebi and the rest of the world- Does it ever end? I suppose it will when I finish this story. R&R and most importantly, enjoy!
Chapter Eight
~Alternate Plane of Existence~
~*Goten's Point of View*~
"Chibi! Come on, Chibi, wake up!" Something had grabbed my shoulder and was shaking me roughly back and forth. No, I wanted to tell the voice, let me sleep. My head ached and my mouth tasted incredibly sour.
"Wake up! Onegai!" Rolling over and groaning at the same time, I opened my eyes, forcing the room to stop spinning as I tried to look around. What in the name of Kami-sama had happened? I could vaguely remember the excitement I had felt as I had seen Trunks and then there had been that kiss, but after that-
Absolutely nothing!
"Leave me alone. I just want to be-"
"Chibi, it's me! Man, aren't you glad to see me?!" What? Glad to see who? Turning my head, I blinked in surprise as features of startling lavender and blue washed over my senses. But that was impossible, wasn't it? Trunks was-
"Who in the hell are you?!" I cried, leaping shakily to my feet where I almost fell flat on my face. Okay, so I couldn't take things too quickly at the moment. I still needed to get answers and I was not going to sit inches away from someone that happened to look like my best friend.
"Chibi, it's me. Trunks." I shook my head, not wanting to believe. He was somewhere else, at least, I thought so.
"No, you can't be Trunks. I distinctly remember passing out, and you were- "
"That wasn't me. Chibi, you have to trust me on this. I would never lie to you." That voice was so full of pent-up emotions that I could feel tears pricking at my eyes. It really was him, and, and- Oh, Kami-sama!
"Man, am I glad to-" I didn't know who moved first, but we both ended up hugging, our arms tightly locked around each other in a firm embrace. I could feel a tremor going through my body -or was it his?- and I squeezed my eyes shut, compelling the hot scorching of tears away. I wouldn't cry in front of him, no matter what happened between us. When he pulled away, he stared at me for quite some time, his beautiful blue eyes faded with memories, and suddenly, he reached up with his hand, touching my lip where it had been cut open.
"So you were-" I rubbed over the spot where he had touched, feeling it tingle, and smiled broadly, knowing that it was almost identical to the one my father shared with the world.
"Yeah, your father-"
"Why?" This is how it had always been. We didn't have to finish our sentences to know what the other was trying to say, and I suppose it had always been like that, for as far back as I could recall. I placed my hand in the pocket of my jeans, restless under a gaze I had not felt in almost a year.
"Well, I-I missed you, Trunks-kun, and it was the only thing I could think of that would make me forget about it, I guess." I swallowed harshly. I can't believe I just admitted that. I felt like passing out again, but Trunks shared nothing in my embarrassment because he began talking in fast phrases, almost sounding like I did when I rambled.
"So did I. I mean, being up there, in space with just Pan and Gokou for nearly nine months drove me crazy. I didn't have anyone to actually talk to, if you know what I mean. Pan was always too busy screaming at either one of us to have a civil conversation, and Gokou-" He sighed, leaving me to wonder very little. I knew what my father was like, even though I hadn't really grown up with him around, and with Trunks the way he was, I could see that it was insane-driven.
"So, what you're saying is-" He scowled and roughly shoved a hand through his hair.
"Kami-dammit, Goten, I missed you, too! A lot!" He breathed harshly and I could feel my heart beating quite rapidly in my chest. Trunks had missed me? A lot? Why did I have this feeling that this was only the beginning of the things he had to tell me?
"I-I, okay," I mumbled, blushing heated to the roots of my dark hair. I really couldn't think of anything else to say, and he must have picked up on my unease because he laughed, a sound that I longed to hear for Kami knew how long, and smiled broadly.
"Please ignore that, Chibi. I'm already insane and- wait a minute! You're here!" I looked crossed-eyed at him; what was he talking about?
"Yeah, o'course I am," I replied, scratching the back of my head in confusion. Was he going to be alright or was there something really wrong with him? With Trunks, it was difficult to tell.
"No, that's not what I mean. I mean, you're here, with me, and that must-" He face paled considerably and placed his hands on my shoulders, shaking me hard enough to rattle my teeth. "Please don't tell me that Bebi got to you, too!"
Bebi?
It was my turn to blanch, and I gazed at him, my best friend whose eyes were frantically searching mine for the truth, anything to put his soul at rest. What did he mean by Bebi? He- oh, Kami-sama! That was why "Trunks" hadn't greeted me with any emotion, and why he had kissed me! He'd just wanted to take control of my body, like he'd promised to do long ago. I slowly sank to the ground, my hands covering my face in shame.
"He was you?! All this time, Bebi was really you?!" I heard movement and a moment later, I felt his hand touching my arm, reassuring and comforting.
"I didn't mean to let it happen, Chibi. I didn't know either. Do you forgive me?" It wasn't his fault, my mind screamed to me, it was mine, but I had to tell him something. Anything-
"Kami, Trunks, it was an accident. We were both so- what are we going to do now?" He stared at me, almost through me, and sighed, wrapping his arms around his knees in a habit he'd possessed since childhood.
"I don't know, Chibi. I really don't know." We sat together in the silence, neither feeling nor speaking, and I closed my eyes, afraid to know what was happening in the real world, afraid to know what "I" was doing without the knowledge of it.
~Chikyuu; A few Miles from the Son Residence~
Pan knew something was extremely wrong when she'd felt the increase in ki and then nothing only kilometers from where she was. Picking up her speed, she flew over the ground, which passed in a blur of green and brown, and headed for her house, which happened to be next door to her grandmother's. Before she had a chance to get there, she caught a glimpse of a figure up ahead that looked exactly like-
"Goten! Hey, Uncle Goten, wait up!" He slowed and she caught up to him, smiling brightly. "Konnichi wa, long time no see," she cried happily, almost wanting to leap into his arms. She loved her uncle almost more than anyone in her family; he was just the coolest person to be around.
"Oh, it's you." Pan looked at him in bewilderment. What was that supposed to mean? He didn't sound very happy to see her, not at all.
"What's wrong, Uncle Goten? Did-" Faster than her eyes could see, Goten moved, backhanding her quickly in the face, making her vision blur. His foot caught the side of her jaw and sent her plummeting towards the trees below, blood welling up in her mouth. She didn't understand. Why was Goten being so mean and hitting her? He'd never, once in her entire life, lifted so much as a finger against her, even when they had sparred.
"This should take care of you, you brat!" he called to her, lifting his hand and firing a ki blast large enough to put a dent in the ground. Pan opened her mouth, thinking to convince him not to hurt her, but all that came was a scream of agonizing pain and then nothing else.
Within his vessel, Bebi smirked cruelly and forced the easily willing body around, flying towards the spot he felt several powers gathered. Most of them were weak, but one was particularly stronger than this body. What a shame; he'd thought that Son Goten would have been more powerful, but apparently he had been wrong. Bebi hated being wrong and he would prove to the world, once and for all, that he was not one to double-cross.
A few minutes later, he landed in front of two domed houses, smoke coming from the chimney of the one on the left, and he laughed, walking up to the door. This was too easy. As his hand reached for the doorknob to throw it open, someone else did it for him, and he was staring at a face that he did not recognize, but knew instantly. It was Son Gohan, his body's older brother.
This was absolutely perfect!
"There you are, Goten! 'Kansan's been worried sick because you ran off without telling anyone where you were going! What are you smiling at?!"
"Oh, nothing. Tell me, Gohan, will you spar with me?" His eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed behind his glasses. Those were absolutely ridiculous.
"Goten, you know I don't do that anymore. What's gotten into you?" A grin edged its way onto his face as a woman, her hair long and pulled back in a braid, appeared next to Gohan, eyes shining.
"Are you feeling better, Goten? Does-" She was quickly smacked in the face, and Gohan caught her as she staggered, redness swelling up her cheek.
"Be quiet! I don't need to hear a word from you." The older half Saiyajin's eyes burned with rage.
"What was that for, Goten?! Why'd you hit Videl?" Bebi-Goten took a step back, his hand raising up as an invite.
"Come, brother. Fight me!" Looking at Videl, his wife's eyes blurred with unspilt tears from the obvious pain inflicted upon her, he felt his ki surging and quickly pulled off his glasses, throwing them to the floor.
"You want a fight, Goten?! Well, I'll give you a fight!" Using speed to his advantage, Gohan grappled with his sibling and they both went rolling into the yard, hands at each other's throats.
A/N: Oh, no! What's going to happen now? Bebi is such a ~mumbles a bunch of curse words~ Well, all I can say, I hope Gohan can beat him or else we're all in trouble! ^o^
