Trunks grunted as his breath was forced out of him by a pair of strong arms. The boy cracked open a single eye and looked over his shoulder. The only thing visible was a mass of spiky, black hair. Another loud rumble of thunder and the arms wrapped tighter around him.
"Chibi, it's just a thunderstorm," muttered the sleepy boy as he shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position.
"I don't like thunder storms," whimpered Goten, as he snuggled farther under the covers and closer to his friend.
"Chicken."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not!"
"Are too."
"Not!"
"Too."
"Not!"
Goten propped himself up on his elbows and peered down angrily at Trunks.
"Bully," he hissed scathingly.
"If I'm such a mean bully, how come you're spending the night at my house?" asked the young crown prince.
Goten screwed up his face and stuck out his tongue at his friend. Trunks just smiled in response. Another bright flash of lightening, followed by resounding thunder, and Goten was once again cuddled next to Trunks, the argument forgotten.
"Come on, Goten. You're gonna be nine soon. Grow up," chided Trunks.
The younger boy just let out a whimper in reply. Sighing in defeat, Trunks rolled over onto his back and circled his arms around his younger friend.
"You don't need to be afraid, Goten. I'm right here," he stated softly.
The black-haired boy smiled at him.
"Thanks, Trunks," he whispered.
"No problem, Chibi," muttered the older boy as he began to drift off to sleep once more.
Goten huddled down closer to Trunks' warm body. He sighed contently, happy to have the coolest best friend in the world.
"Hey, Trunks."
"Huh?"
"Do you ever wonder how our families in that other reality are doing?" asked Goten.
"Yeah. Sometimes. I hope everything is OK there," replied Trunks.
"Me too," agreed Goten sleepily.
******
Bulma leaned against the windowsill, looking out at the darkening sky from her perch on the window seat. Low in the west hung the evening star. It's pure light blazed brightly amongst the yellow and orange hues that stained the horizon. The young scientist sighed softly, feeling her body relax as she became absorbed in the utter beauty of the world she called home. The indoor garden that comprised the main floor of Capsule Corporation was hot and steamy, like a sauna. The warmth of the air plus the soft, eerie chirping of the many animals hidden amongst the plants was creating a drowsy effect on Bulma. She felt her eyes began to droop as she enjoyed the serene pleasure of the moment.
Her concentration was broken as the door was slammed open. Vegeta stalked down one of the many pathways that wound through the intricate garden. His eyes flickered towards Bulma, who was glaring at him for interrupting the sole blissful moment that she had managed to obtain in the past three weeks. The Prince snorted at her and marched out the front doors and into the night. A moment later, Radditz and Nappa sprinted through the garden after him.
"Prince! Wait up!" called Radditz.
"Good evening, your Majesty," stated Nappa, nodding towards Bulma as he and his fellow Saiyan rushed outdoors.
Bulma frowned and stood up, following her guests. All three stood in the middle of the lawn, staring off into the distance.
"What's going on?" inquired the woman, as she came to stand beside the Prince.
No one replied. Vegeta clenched his fist and growled threateningly, exposing razor sharp canines. Radditz squirmed uneasily and Nappa was becoming paler by the minute.
"Hello! Someone talk to me!" demanded Bulma, resting her hands on her hips.
"What is that?" whispered Radditz softly, turning to his companions.
Nappa shrugged, looking perplexed.
"What is what? Would someone please tell me what's going on?" ordered the woman.
The bald Saiyan tilted his head to the side.
"There goes Kakkarot and those other weaklings. Should we join them?" he asked, looking quizzically at the Prince.
"Argh! What's happening?" screeched Bulma.
"Someone's attacking a village a few miles from Kakkarot's house. A very strong someone. The others have already gone to intervene," explained Radditz.
"Oh!" exclaimed Bulma, looking suddenly panicked.
The two older Saiyans looked to their Prince for guidance. Vegeta smirked and nodded his head. The three aliens began to rise into the air.
"Hey! Wait! What about me?" yelled Bulma.
They stopped and looked down at her.
"It would be too dangerous, your Highness," replied Nappa.
Bulma glared up at them.
"I'm coming too," she insisted.
"And just how do you plan to do that? You can't fly now, can you?" snapped Vegeta.
"One of you can carry me," replied the woman curtly.
Vegeta snorted and turned to leave, only to find Nappa and Radditz blocking his way.
"What?" he hissed.
The pair looked pointedly at Bulma and then back at Vegeta.
"No," replied the prince.
Nappa and Radditz stared at him levelly. Growling in defeat, Vegeta landed back on the ground. Bulma let out a surprised yelp and backed up a few paces as the angry Saiyan stalked towards her. He reached out and grabbed her arm. He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her slender waist. A blush graced Bulma's face; her heart began to beat faster as she became aware of Vegeta's body heat.
"Control yourself, woman," he whispered in her ear, fully aware of the reaction that his presence was causing.
Bulma scowled at him and fought to get her body under control. She gasped as she felt her feet leave the ground as Vegeta hovered in the air.
"Let's go," he ordered, as he set out at full speed through the night sky.
Bulma was relieved when they touched down fifteen minutes later. She was unused to traveling at such high speeds. She sank down to the ground, her head still buzzing slightly.
The woman looked up and gasped. Most of the town's buildings were in shambles. Water sprayed across the street from a broken fire hydrant. A couple of the ruins had caught fire. There was no sign of life, except for the forms of the Z fighters weaving through the air, trying to find survivors.
"What the hell happened?" muttered Radditz.
"We're not quite sure," answered Yamcha as he landed in front of the new comers. "Who ever was responsible for this is left before we arrived. And so far, we haven't found anyone alive."
The ex-bandit glanced at Bulma out of the corner of his eye.
"You brought her along?" he asked Vegeta.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" snapped Bulma.
"It's dangerous, that's what! If you were still my girlfriend, I would take better care of you."
"I can take care of myself thank you very much," hissed the blue-haired woman.
Vegeta rolled his eyes and walked off, not wanting to get involved in the discussion. He knew full well where it was leading. He quickly sought out Piccolo. The Namek looked at him curiously as he approached.
"Any idea who did this?" asked the Prince, as he scanned the area.
"No clue at all," replied the Namek brusquely. "That dolt, Kami, was acting panicked, but the old freak refuses to tell me anything."
Vegeta snorted.
"He did say one thing," continued Piccolo. "He thought that maybe we should try get in contact with Goten and Trunks. He seems to think that whoever it was that did this, we can't handle by ourselves."
The Saiyan prince grimaced.
"Unlike you earthlings, who depend on toddlers to save you, I'm sure that Radditz, Nappa, and I will be able to handle this by ourselves."
Piccolo shrugged.
"I was able to detect the ki of the individual who is responsible. It wasn't...normal," stated the former Demon King.
"How so?" inquired Vegeta.
"There was a lack of control to it, like the creature was only partially conscious of its actions. Its ki felt wrong, as if it had been tampered with, altered in some way." Piccolo glanced out of the corner of his eye at the short prince before continuing. "And I could have sworn it was a Saiyan."
Vegeta started.
"That's impossible! Nappa, Radditz, Kakkarot and his brat, along with me, are the only surviving Saiyans in the universe!"
"Are you sure?" asked Piccolo.
"Of course I'm sure!" snapped Vegeta.
The Namek shrugged his broad shoulders casually.
"If you insist. But I must say, I think I actually agree with that old fool Kami for once. Maybe we should to talk to those two."
Vegeta was about to comment, when a voice spoke up behind them.
"I've been working on a duplicate copy of the reality jumper," stated Bulma as she walked up to the two aliens warily. "I could do a test run and try to make it to their timeline."
The Saiyan prince scowled.
"Mind your own business, woman," he hissed, peeved that she had been able to sneak up on him undetected.
"The safety of this planet is my business," replied Bulma snottily. "So what do you say?"
Piccolo smirked and nodded.
"Good luck and hurry back," he stated gravely.
Bulma smiled and turned to leave. She only walked a few paces, before facing the two aliens once more.
"Um...Vegeta? Can you take me back home?" she asked shyly.
The Prince growled threateningly, but obligingly walked over and gathered her into his arms. Noticing that the pair was leaving, Radditz and Nappa smiled evilly.
"Behave you two!" called Radditz.
"We'll make sure not to come home too early," added Nappa.
Vegeta bared his teeth at them and Bulma scrunched up her face and stuck out her tongue. Then, without warning, Vegeta leapt into the sky and headed back towards Capsule Corp. Bulma buried her face in his neck to keep the wind from stinging her eyes. She couldn't help smiling despite the circumstances. She was going to see her son again.
*****
Hey everyone! My apologies for taking so long to post. Midterms...yick. Sorry that there hasn't been much of the Chibis yet. Don't worry! There will be a lot more of them soon. If you want to be on a mailing list for this story, leave your email address in your review and I'll make sure to send out a notice every time that I update. Thanks to all of you who reviewed. Until chapter three! ~ladymoonlight
"Chibi, it's just a thunderstorm," muttered the sleepy boy as he shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position.
"I don't like thunder storms," whimpered Goten, as he snuggled farther under the covers and closer to his friend.
"Chicken."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not!"
"Are too."
"Not!"
"Too."
"Not!"
Goten propped himself up on his elbows and peered down angrily at Trunks.
"Bully," he hissed scathingly.
"If I'm such a mean bully, how come you're spending the night at my house?" asked the young crown prince.
Goten screwed up his face and stuck out his tongue at his friend. Trunks just smiled in response. Another bright flash of lightening, followed by resounding thunder, and Goten was once again cuddled next to Trunks, the argument forgotten.
"Come on, Goten. You're gonna be nine soon. Grow up," chided Trunks.
The younger boy just let out a whimper in reply. Sighing in defeat, Trunks rolled over onto his back and circled his arms around his younger friend.
"You don't need to be afraid, Goten. I'm right here," he stated softly.
The black-haired boy smiled at him.
"Thanks, Trunks," he whispered.
"No problem, Chibi," muttered the older boy as he began to drift off to sleep once more.
Goten huddled down closer to Trunks' warm body. He sighed contently, happy to have the coolest best friend in the world.
"Hey, Trunks."
"Huh?"
"Do you ever wonder how our families in that other reality are doing?" asked Goten.
"Yeah. Sometimes. I hope everything is OK there," replied Trunks.
"Me too," agreed Goten sleepily.
******
Bulma leaned against the windowsill, looking out at the darkening sky from her perch on the window seat. Low in the west hung the evening star. It's pure light blazed brightly amongst the yellow and orange hues that stained the horizon. The young scientist sighed softly, feeling her body relax as she became absorbed in the utter beauty of the world she called home. The indoor garden that comprised the main floor of Capsule Corporation was hot and steamy, like a sauna. The warmth of the air plus the soft, eerie chirping of the many animals hidden amongst the plants was creating a drowsy effect on Bulma. She felt her eyes began to droop as she enjoyed the serene pleasure of the moment.
Her concentration was broken as the door was slammed open. Vegeta stalked down one of the many pathways that wound through the intricate garden. His eyes flickered towards Bulma, who was glaring at him for interrupting the sole blissful moment that she had managed to obtain in the past three weeks. The Prince snorted at her and marched out the front doors and into the night. A moment later, Radditz and Nappa sprinted through the garden after him.
"Prince! Wait up!" called Radditz.
"Good evening, your Majesty," stated Nappa, nodding towards Bulma as he and his fellow Saiyan rushed outdoors.
Bulma frowned and stood up, following her guests. All three stood in the middle of the lawn, staring off into the distance.
"What's going on?" inquired the woman, as she came to stand beside the Prince.
No one replied. Vegeta clenched his fist and growled threateningly, exposing razor sharp canines. Radditz squirmed uneasily and Nappa was becoming paler by the minute.
"Hello! Someone talk to me!" demanded Bulma, resting her hands on her hips.
"What is that?" whispered Radditz softly, turning to his companions.
Nappa shrugged, looking perplexed.
"What is what? Would someone please tell me what's going on?" ordered the woman.
The bald Saiyan tilted his head to the side.
"There goes Kakkarot and those other weaklings. Should we join them?" he asked, looking quizzically at the Prince.
"Argh! What's happening?" screeched Bulma.
"Someone's attacking a village a few miles from Kakkarot's house. A very strong someone. The others have already gone to intervene," explained Radditz.
"Oh!" exclaimed Bulma, looking suddenly panicked.
The two older Saiyans looked to their Prince for guidance. Vegeta smirked and nodded his head. The three aliens began to rise into the air.
"Hey! Wait! What about me?" yelled Bulma.
They stopped and looked down at her.
"It would be too dangerous, your Highness," replied Nappa.
Bulma glared up at them.
"I'm coming too," she insisted.
"And just how do you plan to do that? You can't fly now, can you?" snapped Vegeta.
"One of you can carry me," replied the woman curtly.
Vegeta snorted and turned to leave, only to find Nappa and Radditz blocking his way.
"What?" he hissed.
The pair looked pointedly at Bulma and then back at Vegeta.
"No," replied the prince.
Nappa and Radditz stared at him levelly. Growling in defeat, Vegeta landed back on the ground. Bulma let out a surprised yelp and backed up a few paces as the angry Saiyan stalked towards her. He reached out and grabbed her arm. He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her slender waist. A blush graced Bulma's face; her heart began to beat faster as she became aware of Vegeta's body heat.
"Control yourself, woman," he whispered in her ear, fully aware of the reaction that his presence was causing.
Bulma scowled at him and fought to get her body under control. She gasped as she felt her feet leave the ground as Vegeta hovered in the air.
"Let's go," he ordered, as he set out at full speed through the night sky.
Bulma was relieved when they touched down fifteen minutes later. She was unused to traveling at such high speeds. She sank down to the ground, her head still buzzing slightly.
The woman looked up and gasped. Most of the town's buildings were in shambles. Water sprayed across the street from a broken fire hydrant. A couple of the ruins had caught fire. There was no sign of life, except for the forms of the Z fighters weaving through the air, trying to find survivors.
"What the hell happened?" muttered Radditz.
"We're not quite sure," answered Yamcha as he landed in front of the new comers. "Who ever was responsible for this is left before we arrived. And so far, we haven't found anyone alive."
The ex-bandit glanced at Bulma out of the corner of his eye.
"You brought her along?" he asked Vegeta.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" snapped Bulma.
"It's dangerous, that's what! If you were still my girlfriend, I would take better care of you."
"I can take care of myself thank you very much," hissed the blue-haired woman.
Vegeta rolled his eyes and walked off, not wanting to get involved in the discussion. He knew full well where it was leading. He quickly sought out Piccolo. The Namek looked at him curiously as he approached.
"Any idea who did this?" asked the Prince, as he scanned the area.
"No clue at all," replied the Namek brusquely. "That dolt, Kami, was acting panicked, but the old freak refuses to tell me anything."
Vegeta snorted.
"He did say one thing," continued Piccolo. "He thought that maybe we should try get in contact with Goten and Trunks. He seems to think that whoever it was that did this, we can't handle by ourselves."
The Saiyan prince grimaced.
"Unlike you earthlings, who depend on toddlers to save you, I'm sure that Radditz, Nappa, and I will be able to handle this by ourselves."
Piccolo shrugged.
"I was able to detect the ki of the individual who is responsible. It wasn't...normal," stated the former Demon King.
"How so?" inquired Vegeta.
"There was a lack of control to it, like the creature was only partially conscious of its actions. Its ki felt wrong, as if it had been tampered with, altered in some way." Piccolo glanced out of the corner of his eye at the short prince before continuing. "And I could have sworn it was a Saiyan."
Vegeta started.
"That's impossible! Nappa, Radditz, Kakkarot and his brat, along with me, are the only surviving Saiyans in the universe!"
"Are you sure?" asked Piccolo.
"Of course I'm sure!" snapped Vegeta.
The Namek shrugged his broad shoulders casually.
"If you insist. But I must say, I think I actually agree with that old fool Kami for once. Maybe we should to talk to those two."
Vegeta was about to comment, when a voice spoke up behind them.
"I've been working on a duplicate copy of the reality jumper," stated Bulma as she walked up to the two aliens warily. "I could do a test run and try to make it to their timeline."
The Saiyan prince scowled.
"Mind your own business, woman," he hissed, peeved that she had been able to sneak up on him undetected.
"The safety of this planet is my business," replied Bulma snottily. "So what do you say?"
Piccolo smirked and nodded.
"Good luck and hurry back," he stated gravely.
Bulma smiled and turned to leave. She only walked a few paces, before facing the two aliens once more.
"Um...Vegeta? Can you take me back home?" she asked shyly.
The Prince growled threateningly, but obligingly walked over and gathered her into his arms. Noticing that the pair was leaving, Radditz and Nappa smiled evilly.
"Behave you two!" called Radditz.
"We'll make sure not to come home too early," added Nappa.
Vegeta bared his teeth at them and Bulma scrunched up her face and stuck out her tongue. Then, without warning, Vegeta leapt into the sky and headed back towards Capsule Corp. Bulma buried her face in his neck to keep the wind from stinging her eyes. She couldn't help smiling despite the circumstances. She was going to see her son again.
*****
Hey everyone! My apologies for taking so long to post. Midterms...yick. Sorry that there hasn't been much of the Chibis yet. Don't worry! There will be a lot more of them soon. If you want to be on a mailing list for this story, leave your email address in your review and I'll make sure to send out a notice every time that I update. Thanks to all of you who reviewed. Until chapter three! ~ladymoonlight