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them for my fanfic. I can only dream of owning them, so please don't sue. I
am poor with nothing you would like.
A/N: I seriously hope this story is good, because it is hard to write. Ack! Writers block! I know what I want, but I can't put it into words! Anyways, enjoy! Review!
Chapter 2-Into My Lost Future
I wondered down the trail on the outskirts of the city. The woods were strangely quiet, nearly driving me crazy. Usually, the birds were singing their life's song. I saw a shadow flicker out of the corner of my eyes, and noticed a stranger in the middle of the road.
I reared back into a fighting stance. Something was strange about her. She wasn't normal, I could since her... strange being. She wore a long, blue robe like the stars in the sky which floated on the ground covering her shoes. She had a black shash draped over her neck which hung down in front falling to the ground as well, and another black shash notted around her waste. The arms of her robe were wide, and she carried her hands in them.
Her skin was a creamy color, vibrant with life, and her eyes a piercing blue, darker than her robes. Her hair was silver and long, falling past the small of her back. She smiled sweetly with her blood-red lips. Her spirit seemed to illuminate her in a light. She floated over the ground towards me. I reared back, but kept my composure.
"Who are you!" I demanded authoratatively.
"Who am I? You will know soon enough. But for now... lets fulfill your desire." I loosened up a bit, only out of surprise. "Your friends, Bulma. Lets take a visit to her, shall we. Take my hand."
I looked at her through slanted eyes, but accepted her extended hand. Suddenly, the forest collapsed around me, and fell into a broken building. I blinked surprised.
"Hey! How'd you do that?!" I said shocked, now a bit more relaxed.
She looked at me pleased. "I take it you like. How about this?" She motioned around.
I followed her hand to see a building that seemed abandoned to me. The walls were faded and wore a film of dirt. The carpet filled itself with mildew, along with the couch. The windows were cracked and yellowed, cracked enough to let light shoot through which dust danced in.
"Now hold on Miss-"
"Call me Gloria."
"Gloria- you said we were going to Bulma's!"
"Gohan, this is Bulma's."
"How do you know my name! And how do you-"
She held up a hand to silence me. "Look at what you see."
I cast her an untrusting gaze, but nevertheless approached a table stand. I looked upon it at the clutter covering it, until a picture caught my eye. I picked it up and blew the dust off of it. The dust swirled about at my command, and revealed a familiar scene. Yes, it was during a barbecue taking when I was three. There was Bulma, Mother, Father- where's me?
I blinked shocked. Suddenly I heard a heart-broken shriek. I spun around and rushed down the stairs. I went right into the room just in time to catch the end of the feud.
"Me? Me?!! YOU THINK THIS IS MY FAULT VEJITA!!" Bulma sat shrieking, crying, brokenly. "you think this is my-y-y.." She began choking on her tears, falling to her knees, as Baby Trunks cried in vain, awakened by the shrieks.
I gazed around the room at loss. Only her and Trunks were in here. No one else.
"Who are you speaking too? Bulma?" I asked.
Bulma didn't respond. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to face Gloria.
"What is wrong with Bulma!" I demanded feeling helpless, and hating the feeling.
"Vejita is gone. But don't tell her that. She will call you crazy."
"Why can't she hear me?"
"Would you like her to?"
I looked oddly at her, then approached Bulma. I knelt down sliding my arm around her. She nestled into me like a child nuzzling my chest.
"Vejita, Vejita, I knew you'd return." Trunks had quieted and fell back asleep. "They said you were gone- But I knew! I BELIEVED in you! V-v-eji-t- t-a..."
"What happened? Who-"
"Vejjie, don't you remember? They came, the androids, then that horrible Cell, and he took them..."
"What are you talking about, Bulma? Don't you remember? Only father died.." A sudden pain shot through me at the thought of him.
A crash echoed outside shaking the house. Bulma screamed, jerked away and grabbed Trunks. She coddled him close to her body, and began rocking to her sobs. I lept up and began running outside.
I raced onto the front lawn only to have my Bulma's claims confirmed. The city laid in ruins. The buildings fallen to the foundation. I could see families peeking from the rubble at me whispering, sobbing...
My knees buckled, but I remained standing. "What is this? WHAT IS GOING ON!!" I spun around to face Gloria who stood behind me.
"Gohan, you wished this."
"No I didn't! What do you mean? I don't understand." I said motioning to the city, or its remains.
"You wished to never be born. Now here you are. You were not here to stop Cell, so he won. All that remains of your friends is your mother, Bulma, Trunks, and Piccolo."
I stared in shock unable to respond. Then my face hardened. "Then bring me back."
"No, I can't."
"I wish to be born again! Bring me back!"
"As if I wield the power. I am merely a handmaid. So what are you going to do, Gohan?"
My face hardened. Bulma has lost all sanity, and she wants to know what I will do about it? My mom doesn't know me, and what will I do about it?
"I will defeat Cell, and restore the earth with the Dragon Balls."
"We'll see, we'll see, but nothing is as you left it."
"There will be no 'we'll see'. It will be done! You may not wield the power, but I will gain it! And this mystery will end now! Forever!"
With that Gloria extended her hand. A dragon radar rested in it. "Bulma's no longer exists, but here is the one from what use to be. I thought you may try this."
I took the dragon radar and thanked her. Then, I flew off with my new companion into my future, or nonfuture, head on.
A/N: Okay, okay. I know my chapters are short. But this story is hard to write! I promise it will get much better, but I am still on the introduction that's all. Something to look foreward to: Gohan meets a special friend, yes, from DBZ, but the Z-gangs dead? So what will happen in his battle with Cell? What will become of Bulma and Chi Chi and Trunks? And how is Piccolo?
A/N: I seriously hope this story is good, because it is hard to write. Ack! Writers block! I know what I want, but I can't put it into words! Anyways, enjoy! Review!
Chapter 2-Into My Lost Future
I wondered down the trail on the outskirts of the city. The woods were strangely quiet, nearly driving me crazy. Usually, the birds were singing their life's song. I saw a shadow flicker out of the corner of my eyes, and noticed a stranger in the middle of the road.
I reared back into a fighting stance. Something was strange about her. She wasn't normal, I could since her... strange being. She wore a long, blue robe like the stars in the sky which floated on the ground covering her shoes. She had a black shash draped over her neck which hung down in front falling to the ground as well, and another black shash notted around her waste. The arms of her robe were wide, and she carried her hands in them.
Her skin was a creamy color, vibrant with life, and her eyes a piercing blue, darker than her robes. Her hair was silver and long, falling past the small of her back. She smiled sweetly with her blood-red lips. Her spirit seemed to illuminate her in a light. She floated over the ground towards me. I reared back, but kept my composure.
"Who are you!" I demanded authoratatively.
"Who am I? You will know soon enough. But for now... lets fulfill your desire." I loosened up a bit, only out of surprise. "Your friends, Bulma. Lets take a visit to her, shall we. Take my hand."
I looked at her through slanted eyes, but accepted her extended hand. Suddenly, the forest collapsed around me, and fell into a broken building. I blinked surprised.
"Hey! How'd you do that?!" I said shocked, now a bit more relaxed.
She looked at me pleased. "I take it you like. How about this?" She motioned around.
I followed her hand to see a building that seemed abandoned to me. The walls were faded and wore a film of dirt. The carpet filled itself with mildew, along with the couch. The windows were cracked and yellowed, cracked enough to let light shoot through which dust danced in.
"Now hold on Miss-"
"Call me Gloria."
"Gloria- you said we were going to Bulma's!"
"Gohan, this is Bulma's."
"How do you know my name! And how do you-"
She held up a hand to silence me. "Look at what you see."
I cast her an untrusting gaze, but nevertheless approached a table stand. I looked upon it at the clutter covering it, until a picture caught my eye. I picked it up and blew the dust off of it. The dust swirled about at my command, and revealed a familiar scene. Yes, it was during a barbecue taking when I was three. There was Bulma, Mother, Father- where's me?
I blinked shocked. Suddenly I heard a heart-broken shriek. I spun around and rushed down the stairs. I went right into the room just in time to catch the end of the feud.
"Me? Me?!! YOU THINK THIS IS MY FAULT VEJITA!!" Bulma sat shrieking, crying, brokenly. "you think this is my-y-y.." She began choking on her tears, falling to her knees, as Baby Trunks cried in vain, awakened by the shrieks.
I gazed around the room at loss. Only her and Trunks were in here. No one else.
"Who are you speaking too? Bulma?" I asked.
Bulma didn't respond. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to face Gloria.
"What is wrong with Bulma!" I demanded feeling helpless, and hating the feeling.
"Vejita is gone. But don't tell her that. She will call you crazy."
"Why can't she hear me?"
"Would you like her to?"
I looked oddly at her, then approached Bulma. I knelt down sliding my arm around her. She nestled into me like a child nuzzling my chest.
"Vejita, Vejita, I knew you'd return." Trunks had quieted and fell back asleep. "They said you were gone- But I knew! I BELIEVED in you! V-v-eji-t- t-a..."
"What happened? Who-"
"Vejjie, don't you remember? They came, the androids, then that horrible Cell, and he took them..."
"What are you talking about, Bulma? Don't you remember? Only father died.." A sudden pain shot through me at the thought of him.
A crash echoed outside shaking the house. Bulma screamed, jerked away and grabbed Trunks. She coddled him close to her body, and began rocking to her sobs. I lept up and began running outside.
I raced onto the front lawn only to have my Bulma's claims confirmed. The city laid in ruins. The buildings fallen to the foundation. I could see families peeking from the rubble at me whispering, sobbing...
My knees buckled, but I remained standing. "What is this? WHAT IS GOING ON!!" I spun around to face Gloria who stood behind me.
"Gohan, you wished this."
"No I didn't! What do you mean? I don't understand." I said motioning to the city, or its remains.
"You wished to never be born. Now here you are. You were not here to stop Cell, so he won. All that remains of your friends is your mother, Bulma, Trunks, and Piccolo."
I stared in shock unable to respond. Then my face hardened. "Then bring me back."
"No, I can't."
"I wish to be born again! Bring me back!"
"As if I wield the power. I am merely a handmaid. So what are you going to do, Gohan?"
My face hardened. Bulma has lost all sanity, and she wants to know what I will do about it? My mom doesn't know me, and what will I do about it?
"I will defeat Cell, and restore the earth with the Dragon Balls."
"We'll see, we'll see, but nothing is as you left it."
"There will be no 'we'll see'. It will be done! You may not wield the power, but I will gain it! And this mystery will end now! Forever!"
With that Gloria extended her hand. A dragon radar rested in it. "Bulma's no longer exists, but here is the one from what use to be. I thought you may try this."
I took the dragon radar and thanked her. Then, I flew off with my new companion into my future, or nonfuture, head on.
A/N: Okay, okay. I know my chapters are short. But this story is hard to write! I promise it will get much better, but I am still on the introduction that's all. Something to look foreward to: Gohan meets a special friend, yes, from DBZ, but the Z-gangs dead? So what will happen in his battle with Cell? What will become of Bulma and Chi Chi and Trunks? And how is Piccolo?