A/N: well I'm writing this as I watch dbz (is there anybetter insperation)
its been a while since I updated last, hehe (sweatdrops) sorry bout that,
anyway
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Mirai Timeline
He knew something was wrong.
Of course he knew. He felt it in the strong royal blood of his Sayajin ancestors, in the equally strong blood of his Human ones. He'd come out of his sleep-coma just as Eighteen had entered his room, with his head feeling clearer than it had in weeks, but his body feeling weak as a tissue. But his heart was strong, strong with his sisters words, and refilled with hope. He frowned as an unnatural warmth formed above his chest, twitching his fingers into a fist that he knew held no power to stop her, but had to try. Gradually he regained the strengh to pull himself out of the darkness and shake off the feeling of tiredness that had haunted his so strongly for the past eternity or two. He knew he had no chance to destroy either android, even if he did manage to kill Eighteen, Seventeen was downstairs with Bulma, and Trunks knew he couldn't endanger her. It was so well planned, neither could do anything to help the other, and there was no-one else... Trunks held his breath, and waited for his moment...
Normal Timeline
"You were trapped under that for how long?" Gohan was shocked when he saw the huge pile of rocks piled up near the Capsule house, a haunting feeling of the memory of pain and claustrophobia swept through Bras stomach as she looked at the huge collapsed cliff, but she was still clutching Pans arm, so it didn't show, only in her eyes. Together they walked into what had been their house for so many months, suddenly so small with the large number of bodies now inside it. Bra opened an oak draw, and pulled out the royal blue cloth that was wrapped loosely round the five dragonballs, added the sixth to them, and tied up the bundle again.
"s'go" She mumbled, feeling slightly...she didn't know the name for it...weird.
Bulma picked up the dragonradar "West" She said, "A long way west"
Bra shook her head, attempting to shake of the feeling, but failed "kay" she nodded, Pan noticed Bra's discomfort, and if she hadn't know her so well she would have dismissed it as exhaustion, instead she put her arm round her, Pan feeling slightly strange herself.
They took off in the plane, heading west, while Vegita flew slightly ahead, not wanting to participate in the travel games that were taking place inside. Bulma drove, tempted to try and run into Vegita, who wasn't flying at his maximum speed but still faster than the plane could go, and was getting completely wet, as it was still raining.
Bra sat next to Pan, dragonballs in her lap, half contemplating the wishes, half in a daze, and rocking slightly back and forth.
"Go Fish" Someone said, possibly Krillen
"Mmmm fish" Goku drooled, then "Oh great, my cards are wet, yik"
If eyes were films they would have had a movie marathon, there were so many of them rolling at once.
"Do ya have a three dad?" Goten asked, Goku looked at his cards, thinking hard, Goten sighed and held up three fingers "this many"
"Oooh" Goku nodded, holding out a dripping card, Goten looked at it, made a face
"On second hand, you keep it" he said, Goku shrugged, and replaced the drooled on card in his hand. Grinning, he then went on to ask 18 if she had any cake, and no-one was surprised when she said she didn't.
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Mirai Timeline
Bulma could almost feel Seventeens breath down her neck as she put the cake into the oven, but if she risked a look over her shoulder she could see him sitting, elbows resting on the table and head resting on his hands, at the table behind her, watching her every move.
'Kami help us' thought Bulma 'I hate this! I really hate this! I wish I could do something, anything, even just get them out of my house. They're in my house!" Bulma thought of the pile of paper in the rubbish bin by the desk in Trunks's room, the paper with the blue prints for Kami-knows-what, she wished she did. She wished she knew what it was that wanted to be designed, any clue at all that she could go from. Was it a weapon? Some sort of transport? Or, more importantly, could it help destroy the androids?
The front door of Capsule corp. clicked open, and footsteps echoed down the entrance hall. A moment later Chichi appeared, up to her neck in groceries, at the kitchen door. She saw the android and stiffened.
"Chichi RUN!" Shrieked Bulma, and for half a second, maybe half a second too long Chichi didn't move, then dropped her brown bags and disappeared down the hallway. Seventeen got up, casually, and walked after her. Bulma attempted a dash after both of them, but her apron was caught in the oven door.
"No dammit! NO!" she cried, tugging at the material binding her to the oven. The moment it tore away there was a blood curling scream, then the sound of an explosion that shook the entire house right down to Bulmas bones.
Seventeen walked back into the room, face wearing the same expression as before; boredom, and his hands dripped with blood. Bulma shook her head, tears blurring her vision, and ran at the android
"You basted! You, you arsehole!" Bulma flew at him, one hand clenched round a wooden spoon, the other round the first this she could find; a bread knife. Brandishing her 'weapons' madly she sliced at him, missed, and sliced again, this time catching nothing more that a tiny peice of his shirt. Seventeen cursed silently at himself for being so slow, grabbed both Bulma wrists and held them high above her head, so tighly Bulma had to let go of the knife and spoon. She knew they were futile attempts but...but...
Seventeens eyes were boring into her, Chichis blood from his hands was running down her arms. Seventeen grinned. "Your turn" he said, in an almost sing song voice.
Trunks felt Chichi's small ki die, and decided his mother was in danger, now more than ever. Too angry to hold it down any longer he half jumped, half fell, out of bed, and stumbled to the door.
Eighteen stepped infront of him, smiling malevolently.
"Finally. You're awake"
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Cliff-hanger, ohhh a cliff-hanger, wanna know what happens??? Review!!!
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Mirai Timeline
He knew something was wrong.
Of course he knew. He felt it in the strong royal blood of his Sayajin ancestors, in the equally strong blood of his Human ones. He'd come out of his sleep-coma just as Eighteen had entered his room, with his head feeling clearer than it had in weeks, but his body feeling weak as a tissue. But his heart was strong, strong with his sisters words, and refilled with hope. He frowned as an unnatural warmth formed above his chest, twitching his fingers into a fist that he knew held no power to stop her, but had to try. Gradually he regained the strengh to pull himself out of the darkness and shake off the feeling of tiredness that had haunted his so strongly for the past eternity or two. He knew he had no chance to destroy either android, even if he did manage to kill Eighteen, Seventeen was downstairs with Bulma, and Trunks knew he couldn't endanger her. It was so well planned, neither could do anything to help the other, and there was no-one else... Trunks held his breath, and waited for his moment...
Normal Timeline
"You were trapped under that for how long?" Gohan was shocked when he saw the huge pile of rocks piled up near the Capsule house, a haunting feeling of the memory of pain and claustrophobia swept through Bras stomach as she looked at the huge collapsed cliff, but she was still clutching Pans arm, so it didn't show, only in her eyes. Together they walked into what had been their house for so many months, suddenly so small with the large number of bodies now inside it. Bra opened an oak draw, and pulled out the royal blue cloth that was wrapped loosely round the five dragonballs, added the sixth to them, and tied up the bundle again.
"s'go" She mumbled, feeling slightly...she didn't know the name for it...weird.
Bulma picked up the dragonradar "West" She said, "A long way west"
Bra shook her head, attempting to shake of the feeling, but failed "kay" she nodded, Pan noticed Bra's discomfort, and if she hadn't know her so well she would have dismissed it as exhaustion, instead she put her arm round her, Pan feeling slightly strange herself.
They took off in the plane, heading west, while Vegita flew slightly ahead, not wanting to participate in the travel games that were taking place inside. Bulma drove, tempted to try and run into Vegita, who wasn't flying at his maximum speed but still faster than the plane could go, and was getting completely wet, as it was still raining.
Bra sat next to Pan, dragonballs in her lap, half contemplating the wishes, half in a daze, and rocking slightly back and forth.
"Go Fish" Someone said, possibly Krillen
"Mmmm fish" Goku drooled, then "Oh great, my cards are wet, yik"
If eyes were films they would have had a movie marathon, there were so many of them rolling at once.
"Do ya have a three dad?" Goten asked, Goku looked at his cards, thinking hard, Goten sighed and held up three fingers "this many"
"Oooh" Goku nodded, holding out a dripping card, Goten looked at it, made a face
"On second hand, you keep it" he said, Goku shrugged, and replaced the drooled on card in his hand. Grinning, he then went on to ask 18 if she had any cake, and no-one was surprised when she said she didn't.
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Mirai Timeline
Bulma could almost feel Seventeens breath down her neck as she put the cake into the oven, but if she risked a look over her shoulder she could see him sitting, elbows resting on the table and head resting on his hands, at the table behind her, watching her every move.
'Kami help us' thought Bulma 'I hate this! I really hate this! I wish I could do something, anything, even just get them out of my house. They're in my house!" Bulma thought of the pile of paper in the rubbish bin by the desk in Trunks's room, the paper with the blue prints for Kami-knows-what, she wished she did. She wished she knew what it was that wanted to be designed, any clue at all that she could go from. Was it a weapon? Some sort of transport? Or, more importantly, could it help destroy the androids?
The front door of Capsule corp. clicked open, and footsteps echoed down the entrance hall. A moment later Chichi appeared, up to her neck in groceries, at the kitchen door. She saw the android and stiffened.
"Chichi RUN!" Shrieked Bulma, and for half a second, maybe half a second too long Chichi didn't move, then dropped her brown bags and disappeared down the hallway. Seventeen got up, casually, and walked after her. Bulma attempted a dash after both of them, but her apron was caught in the oven door.
"No dammit! NO!" she cried, tugging at the material binding her to the oven. The moment it tore away there was a blood curling scream, then the sound of an explosion that shook the entire house right down to Bulmas bones.
Seventeen walked back into the room, face wearing the same expression as before; boredom, and his hands dripped with blood. Bulma shook her head, tears blurring her vision, and ran at the android
"You basted! You, you arsehole!" Bulma flew at him, one hand clenched round a wooden spoon, the other round the first this she could find; a bread knife. Brandishing her 'weapons' madly she sliced at him, missed, and sliced again, this time catching nothing more that a tiny peice of his shirt. Seventeen cursed silently at himself for being so slow, grabbed both Bulma wrists and held them high above her head, so tighly Bulma had to let go of the knife and spoon. She knew they were futile attempts but...but...
Seventeens eyes were boring into her, Chichis blood from his hands was running down her arms. Seventeen grinned. "Your turn" he said, in an almost sing song voice.
Trunks felt Chichi's small ki die, and decided his mother was in danger, now more than ever. Too angry to hold it down any longer he half jumped, half fell, out of bed, and stumbled to the door.
Eighteen stepped infront of him, smiling malevolently.
"Finally. You're awake"
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Cliff-hanger, ohhh a cliff-hanger, wanna know what happens??? Review!!!