Mirai Timeline
Chapter 9: They want cake?
Discla…whatever…
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Mirai Timeline
Bulma blinked herself back into consciousness, struggling to remember what had knocked her out. Her eyes focused on a boot, and her eyes travelled up the owners leg to his face. #17 grinned down at her.
*Oh Hell* thought Bulma, then another thought smashed its way onto her mind with great urgency *Trunks!* Bolting up from the floor, ignoring the block spots dancing in front of her eyes and the androids quiet chuckle to himself, she raced as fast as she could, one hand on the wall for balance, up to Trunks room, where he was feverishly sleeping. Sitting by his bed, on the seat Bulma had worm smooth from keeping careful watch over her son the past few weeks, was #18. Bulma drew her eyes from the android to her son, pleading with herself that he was still breathing; he was. Heaving a huge sigh of relief, then stopping mid sigh when she realised what had got her so anxious in the first place, Bulma turned with a blazing fire in her eyes to Eighteen. "What do you want?" Her voice fearless of the android she knew could kill her without a second thought. "Why are you here?"
"Can't a girl come visit her friends once and a while?" Eighteen purred
Bulma was shocked "Friends?"
"Call it an acquaintance then, we've gotten to know each other rather well over the past year. You're son's terribly persistent but awfully stupid, I've never once seen him calm, so I thought I'd come and watch him sleep" Eighteen knew her calmness was unnerving Bulma, and was enjoying seeing her fear work away at her immensely
"Get. Out" Bulmas voice was ringing with protectiveness, Eighteen just smiled.
"That's no way to treat a guest. Now why don't you make us something to eat? What do you feel like Seventeen?" She turned to her brother who had just sauntered into the room.
"Hmmm, cake, I think, chocolate" He replied, sounding bored. Eighteen looked at Bulma, who hadn't moved.
"Well what are you waiting for, get baking old woman" She ordered, then, to add power to her words, formed a fist sized Ki ball and held it over Trunks shakily rising and falling chest, he frowned slightly, as if he knew something wasn't quiet right. Bulma opened her mouth to say something, but stopped when she saw the expression in Eighteens face, swallowing her words, she backed out of the bedroom and down the stairs. "Seventeen, follow her" Eighteen said "make sure she doesn't spit in the bowl". Seventeen grunted, disliking being ordered around by his sister, although he did like the prospect of cake.
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Normal Timeline
Gohan stood at the doorway of the room at Dende's place where the girls had slept the night before. It had been six months since he'd seen his daughter and he didn't know wether to yell at her, hug her, or blast her off the face of the earth. "Pan" was all he said, was all he could think of to say.
Pan smiled sheepishly up at her father. "Dad" she replied. Gohan went with his second impulse, and hugged his daughter fiercely, knowing that Videl would take care of a punishment when it was time.
Bra looked up at Piccallo, "tattletale" she mumbled, Piccallo raised one eyebrow, or the green lump above his eye in place of an eyebrow; he had never been called a tattletale before.
"PAN!" Videl screamed, appearing at the doorway. "Are you alright?!?" She stormed over to her daughter, who, slightly daunted, nodded. "Good" said Videl, then took a deep breath, Pan braced herself for the verbal assault she knew was coming.
"What were you thinking just disappearing like that? Do you have any idea what you put us through? You could have at least called! We've been looking for you everywhere! You..."
Bra tuned out, or something tuned her out of its own accord. The edges of her vision blurred, then the rest of the room swirled round and round her. Bra sat down, thankful to find something solid underneath her, then jumping up again when she realised she was sitting on the floor, with a chair right through her stomach. *What?* she thought, experimentally putting her hand up against the chair again. It went straight through. Rubbing her hand as if it hurt, even though it didn't, she looked around her, expecting the Pool or at least dense, cool bush, even though there was a chair sitting there, she still expected it. What surrounded her instead was the inside of a room, slightly dark and furnished plainly, with a desk and computer, chair and bed. There was a FLASH and sitting bent over the desk was an older version of her mother, another blinding FLASH and she had vanished, Trunks tossed in his sleep. FLASH Bulma re-appeared, and was punching things into a computer, frowning at the glowing numbers on the screen. FLASH Eighteen had taken Bulmas place at Trunks bedside, she looked bored, as she wondered what to do with him. FLASH Her hand lit up and hovered over Trunks chest, Bulma stood at the doorway looking frightened and angry. FLASH Bulma was baking, trying not to cry into the mixture as Seventeen watched her with his icy eyes. FLASH Bra was back in Trunks's bedroom, Eighteen smirked. Bra had never seen a look so evil before, and she knew exactly what it meant
"Trunks!" She screamed "Truuuunks!!!"
"Bra, Bra wake up. I'm here, it's all right, its all right"
Bra blinked, opening her eyes she hadn't realised had been shut, and looked up at Trunks. Her brother was here. Safe. But the one from the Dream was not.
"What happened?" Bra asked, panicked
"You fainted" said Pan, "and you were screaming"
Trunks nodded, looking at Bra strangely "Bra what's going on?" He asked. Vegita appeared next to him, and Bulma behind them both. She pulled her daughter into a tight hug, Bra had to struggle to breath her mothers arms were so tight. Shaking uncontrollably she stood up, holding onto Pan and Bulma for support
"Where's the dragonball?" She asked Dende "Where is it?!"
Dende, scurried out of the room, reappearing moments later with the small orange sphere in his hand. Bra held out her hand but before Dende could hand it over, Vegita snatched it from his grip. Turning to his daughter, still shaking from what she had just seen, he said "You're not getting this until you explain exactly what's going on" in his traditional Prince-of-all- Sayajins-so-therefore-better-than-everyone-else voice.
Bra shook off her mother and friend and walked over to her father, "Otusan, there is no time. I need to find the last Dragonball quickly, or else all is lost. Do you understand?" She turned to all the other "Now we can do this together or I will do it alone, But NO-ONE IS GOING TO STOP ME! I need the dragonballs, who's with me?" Bra cast a pleading look round the room, everyone, (quite a large crowd had gathered after Bra had fainted) every single face except Pans, had a look of confusion plastered onto it. Pan took Bra's arm again
"I am, of course" she smiled. While Bulma turned and walked out the door. Bra sagged against Pan, she had really hoped for her mothers support on this.
"I am" said Trunks "Although I don't really know what I'm agreeing to"
"yeah, me too" Goten said, nodding. Gradually, the whole room had agreed, except Vegita. Bra turned to him again, looking up into his face. An unsaid question passed between them, Vegita snorted
"Well I'm not letting you go alone, am I?" He said, ignoring the fact that most of the Son's as well as Krillens family had turned up and agreed to go.
*If only Kaasan-* Bra thought, but was cut off by a loud roar and 'Thuumpp- p-p' of something landing on the lookout. She raced outside, that is to say she tried, but was still a little shaky from everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, so had to grab onto Pans arm for reassurance again. There, on the lookout, was a huge plane with Capsule Corp scrawled across it. And standing in front of it, grinning at her daughter, was Bulma. Bra grinned back, and they all boarded the plane, destined for the capsule house outside that cave where the other five dragonballs lay, then to Kami- knew-where for the seventh.
*Why did we not ask them all in the first place* pondered Pan, *They all agreed to help now*. She looked over at Bra, there was something about her face that night, over six months ago, that was still lingering now. When the girls first sat off on their journey -Pan remembered- it was as if something had been pulling then forward, some mysteries force. As if they had been gripped by a not so brief period of insanity
*Hmmm* Pan leaned up against a warm body beside her, Trunks put his arm round her. Sighing happily, Pan thought dismissingly *Maybe it was something in the water*
She didn't know how right she was.
Chapter 9: They want cake?
Discla…whatever…
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Mirai Timeline
Bulma blinked herself back into consciousness, struggling to remember what had knocked her out. Her eyes focused on a boot, and her eyes travelled up the owners leg to his face. #17 grinned down at her.
*Oh Hell* thought Bulma, then another thought smashed its way onto her mind with great urgency *Trunks!* Bolting up from the floor, ignoring the block spots dancing in front of her eyes and the androids quiet chuckle to himself, she raced as fast as she could, one hand on the wall for balance, up to Trunks room, where he was feverishly sleeping. Sitting by his bed, on the seat Bulma had worm smooth from keeping careful watch over her son the past few weeks, was #18. Bulma drew her eyes from the android to her son, pleading with herself that he was still breathing; he was. Heaving a huge sigh of relief, then stopping mid sigh when she realised what had got her so anxious in the first place, Bulma turned with a blazing fire in her eyes to Eighteen. "What do you want?" Her voice fearless of the android she knew could kill her without a second thought. "Why are you here?"
"Can't a girl come visit her friends once and a while?" Eighteen purred
Bulma was shocked "Friends?"
"Call it an acquaintance then, we've gotten to know each other rather well over the past year. You're son's terribly persistent but awfully stupid, I've never once seen him calm, so I thought I'd come and watch him sleep" Eighteen knew her calmness was unnerving Bulma, and was enjoying seeing her fear work away at her immensely
"Get. Out" Bulmas voice was ringing with protectiveness, Eighteen just smiled.
"That's no way to treat a guest. Now why don't you make us something to eat? What do you feel like Seventeen?" She turned to her brother who had just sauntered into the room.
"Hmmm, cake, I think, chocolate" He replied, sounding bored. Eighteen looked at Bulma, who hadn't moved.
"Well what are you waiting for, get baking old woman" She ordered, then, to add power to her words, formed a fist sized Ki ball and held it over Trunks shakily rising and falling chest, he frowned slightly, as if he knew something wasn't quiet right. Bulma opened her mouth to say something, but stopped when she saw the expression in Eighteens face, swallowing her words, she backed out of the bedroom and down the stairs. "Seventeen, follow her" Eighteen said "make sure she doesn't spit in the bowl". Seventeen grunted, disliking being ordered around by his sister, although he did like the prospect of cake.
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Normal Timeline
Gohan stood at the doorway of the room at Dende's place where the girls had slept the night before. It had been six months since he'd seen his daughter and he didn't know wether to yell at her, hug her, or blast her off the face of the earth. "Pan" was all he said, was all he could think of to say.
Pan smiled sheepishly up at her father. "Dad" she replied. Gohan went with his second impulse, and hugged his daughter fiercely, knowing that Videl would take care of a punishment when it was time.
Bra looked up at Piccallo, "tattletale" she mumbled, Piccallo raised one eyebrow, or the green lump above his eye in place of an eyebrow; he had never been called a tattletale before.
"PAN!" Videl screamed, appearing at the doorway. "Are you alright?!?" She stormed over to her daughter, who, slightly daunted, nodded. "Good" said Videl, then took a deep breath, Pan braced herself for the verbal assault she knew was coming.
"What were you thinking just disappearing like that? Do you have any idea what you put us through? You could have at least called! We've been looking for you everywhere! You..."
Bra tuned out, or something tuned her out of its own accord. The edges of her vision blurred, then the rest of the room swirled round and round her. Bra sat down, thankful to find something solid underneath her, then jumping up again when she realised she was sitting on the floor, with a chair right through her stomach. *What?* she thought, experimentally putting her hand up against the chair again. It went straight through. Rubbing her hand as if it hurt, even though it didn't, she looked around her, expecting the Pool or at least dense, cool bush, even though there was a chair sitting there, she still expected it. What surrounded her instead was the inside of a room, slightly dark and furnished plainly, with a desk and computer, chair and bed. There was a FLASH and sitting bent over the desk was an older version of her mother, another blinding FLASH and she had vanished, Trunks tossed in his sleep. FLASH Bulma re-appeared, and was punching things into a computer, frowning at the glowing numbers on the screen. FLASH Eighteen had taken Bulmas place at Trunks bedside, she looked bored, as she wondered what to do with him. FLASH Her hand lit up and hovered over Trunks chest, Bulma stood at the doorway looking frightened and angry. FLASH Bulma was baking, trying not to cry into the mixture as Seventeen watched her with his icy eyes. FLASH Bra was back in Trunks's bedroom, Eighteen smirked. Bra had never seen a look so evil before, and she knew exactly what it meant
"Trunks!" She screamed "Truuuunks!!!"
"Bra, Bra wake up. I'm here, it's all right, its all right"
Bra blinked, opening her eyes she hadn't realised had been shut, and looked up at Trunks. Her brother was here. Safe. But the one from the Dream was not.
"What happened?" Bra asked, panicked
"You fainted" said Pan, "and you were screaming"
Trunks nodded, looking at Bra strangely "Bra what's going on?" He asked. Vegita appeared next to him, and Bulma behind them both. She pulled her daughter into a tight hug, Bra had to struggle to breath her mothers arms were so tight. Shaking uncontrollably she stood up, holding onto Pan and Bulma for support
"Where's the dragonball?" She asked Dende "Where is it?!"
Dende, scurried out of the room, reappearing moments later with the small orange sphere in his hand. Bra held out her hand but before Dende could hand it over, Vegita snatched it from his grip. Turning to his daughter, still shaking from what she had just seen, he said "You're not getting this until you explain exactly what's going on" in his traditional Prince-of-all- Sayajins-so-therefore-better-than-everyone-else voice.
Bra shook off her mother and friend and walked over to her father, "Otusan, there is no time. I need to find the last Dragonball quickly, or else all is lost. Do you understand?" She turned to all the other "Now we can do this together or I will do it alone, But NO-ONE IS GOING TO STOP ME! I need the dragonballs, who's with me?" Bra cast a pleading look round the room, everyone, (quite a large crowd had gathered after Bra had fainted) every single face except Pans, had a look of confusion plastered onto it. Pan took Bra's arm again
"I am, of course" she smiled. While Bulma turned and walked out the door. Bra sagged against Pan, she had really hoped for her mothers support on this.
"I am" said Trunks "Although I don't really know what I'm agreeing to"
"yeah, me too" Goten said, nodding. Gradually, the whole room had agreed, except Vegita. Bra turned to him again, looking up into his face. An unsaid question passed between them, Vegita snorted
"Well I'm not letting you go alone, am I?" He said, ignoring the fact that most of the Son's as well as Krillens family had turned up and agreed to go.
*If only Kaasan-* Bra thought, but was cut off by a loud roar and 'Thuumpp- p-p' of something landing on the lookout. She raced outside, that is to say she tried, but was still a little shaky from everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, so had to grab onto Pans arm for reassurance again. There, on the lookout, was a huge plane with Capsule Corp scrawled across it. And standing in front of it, grinning at her daughter, was Bulma. Bra grinned back, and they all boarded the plane, destined for the capsule house outside that cave where the other five dragonballs lay, then to Kami- knew-where for the seventh.
*Why did we not ask them all in the first place* pondered Pan, *They all agreed to help now*. She looked over at Bra, there was something about her face that night, over six months ago, that was still lingering now. When the girls first sat off on their journey -Pan remembered- it was as if something had been pulling then forward, some mysteries force. As if they had been gripped by a not so brief period of insanity
*Hmmm* Pan leaned up against a warm body beside her, Trunks put his arm round her. Sighing happily, Pan thought dismissingly *Maybe it was something in the water*
She didn't know how right she was.