Authors Notes: Hi! This is the rewrite of Dimensional Destiny: The Dragonball Z chapters. I found that it wasn't very well written as the other chapters, so I decided to rewrite them. I hope you readers don't mind! Also, people will be out of character at times...We aren't gifted enough to capture their personality perfectly. We apologize. Yay for copy and paste!
Short chapter up ahead.
Disclaimer: We don't own Dragonball Z, Gundam Wing, or Sailor Moon. However, we own Rika, Miryo, Pota and Kenja so no touchy.
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Warning: Contains foul language.
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Dimensional Destiny Chapter
Three: Flight of the Quartet
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The quartet stayed peacefully in their rooms, doing whatever they wished (mostly settling in and getting used to the current changes) until...
"Dinner time! First come, first serve!" Bulma's voice filled the guest rooms through the intercoms.
"FOOOD!" Pota was heard screaming down the hallway.
Miryo waited for Rika and they went together to look for the kitchen. Kenja came out seconds too late and was left on his own.
Pota was already at the dinner table, eating at full speed again while Trunks, with his hair recently cut into a mushroom cut, ate peacefully. Kenja had not arrived at the dinner table until his voice was heard from a distance, "Hey, a little help here! OH MY FREAKING –"
"I'll go get him," Trunks excused himself as he hurriedly left the table to find the screaming Kenja.
"MOO FOO PWEASE (More food please)!" None other than Pota said through mouthfuls of food.
Suddenly, a man with gravity defying hair entered the room and the quartet, minus Kenja who was lost in the hallways, felt tense as they felt his eyes glare at them. "What's the meaning of this, woman? More brats?"
"They will be staying here with us," Bulma said, hands on her hips. "Now for once, could you please sit at the table and eat with us?"
"Hn." The man raided the fridge and took most of its contents with him as he left.
"Who is that?" Miryo asked.
"Vegeta," Bulma sighed. "Don't mind him, he's usually like that. You get used to it."
Trunks returned a few minutes later with Kenja, who seemed pretty beat up.
"What happened to you?" Miryo laughed.
"He wandered into the Gravity Room and got stuck to the floor," Trunks explained. Rika laughed. "Father was probably training and left the door open. It was a good thing I found him before he got completely crushed."
"Finally, food," Kenja shook his head and began to eat. "Yum..."
"Glad you like it!" Bulma smiled brightly.
The dishes were piled high, thanks to Pota, after dinner. Then, out of the blue, Trunks suggested, "I think I should teach you guys how to fly."
"What!" Kenja nearly screamed in surprise. He never thought they would teach them.
"Since we are training you, it would be necessary. If trouble comes you've got to fly or else you'll be an easy target. And we can't have you on our backs all the time," Trunks explained.
"Well, how often do you need to fly?" Pota questioned.
"More often than you think. So do you want to learn or not?"
"We're in." The four chorused.
"We can use this gym," Trunks led them to a large gym. It was probably why Capsule Corp. was so big, because the ceiling was very high above them. Weights and other equipment were littered along one side of the gym while the other side contained many mats.
"A gym!" Kenja exclaimed excited. "You got any hockey sticks?"
"Uh, no."
"Aw..."
"So who wants to try first?" Trunks asked.
"ME!" Kenja yelled before anyone else could volunteer.
"Alright then, first come to the mat," Trunks instructed. Kenja eagerly ran towards the mat. "Focus all your energy and take control of it. You sort of push the energy under you and it kind of lifts you up...and that's how you fly. Might be kind of hard, since it's your first time."
"Alright!" Kenja focused. But he wasn't the type to focus well, so he just stood there.
"Look, something's happening!" Rika said teasingly.
"Shut up."
Kenja stood still and focused, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't.
"I can't focus damn it!" Kenja yelled, frustrated.
"Clear your mind, it might help," Trunks offered.
"Look, that's what Dende told me. It didn't work. I was the longest one in there, remember? Cause I couldn't focus."
"Well you eventually did, so that's the point. Keep trying."
Kenja grumbled and closed his eyes. He tried to imagine flying, as well as following the standards Trunks had told him. 'Think Superman, think Superman, think Superman...fly like an eagle...ohhh, I can touch the sky'
He peeked through one eye after getting distracted by various songs, and saw that a faint golden aura was around him, and he had managed to rise a few inches off the ground. However, when he opened his one eye it broke his concentration so he landed back down softly on his feet.
"That's a good try, but you've got to be more concentrated."
"Stop telling me that."
"It's the truth."
"Bite me."
Trunks looked strangely at Kenja. Pota cleared his throat and spoke loudly. "Maybe Kenja should practice by himself now so the rest of us can give it a shot?"
Trunks nodded in agreement. Kenja glowered and went off to another mat. Rika managed to get nearly a foot off the ground after quite awhile but was too excited from flying (or rather levitating) that she couldn't concentrate again. Both Pota and Miryo managed to get an aura around them, but couldn't get off the floor. Kenja managed to get another inch off the ground but could not do anything more. All four were quite tired after trying so hard.
"Well, that's a really good start," Trunks commented as the quartet mumbled incoherent things under their breath. Seeing no direct response from them, he continued. "Another thing you might want to learn is a ki blast."
"Ki blast?" Rika asked, almost inaudible. Learning to fly had drained a lot of energy from her. "We already learned them."
"According to Dende, you've only learned your own specialized attacks," Trunks explained, receiving a nod from each of them. "You concentrate your energy to your hand, like how you did with your own blast."
"Like this?" Kenja asked, forming a small yellow ball in the palm of his hand. "Oooh, shiny..."
"Yeah, you got it. You can also control the size of it, but you'd better get rid of it quick before it explodes in your hand," Trunks said warningly.
"Eep!" Kenja yelped as he quickly threw the small ki blast in a random direction. That happened to be in Miryo's direction.
"Kenja!" Miryo yelled as she countered with her own ki blast. Blue and yellow collided with each other and blew up in front of Trunks.
"Ah, sorry Trunks!" Miryo apologized.
"Sorry!" Kenja apologized also.
"It's alright, there have been tougher things than that tiny explosion," Trunks waved it off. "You guys seem pretty drained. Let's call it a day."
"Finally," Kenja groaned. "My back is aching, and I'm still young!"
Trunks chuckled. "Have a good rest."
Several knocks echoed through Capsule Corp. Sighing, Trunks went to answer the door. "Krillen?"
"Hey Trunks. News is out and spreading fast, the World Martial Arts Tournament is starting in a month. Interested?" The bald man asked Trunks.
"Interested, but I won't be joining you."
"Aw, that's too bad. We could use some more tough opponents," Krillen laughed. "If you don't mind me asking, why not?"
"It might get in the way of a few personal things," Trunks answered quietly. "My apologies."
"Oh, that, all right then. Hey, are you four interested?" Krillen noticed the quartet's retreating backs.
"Martial arts tournament?" Kenja raised a brow.
"It could help with your training," Trunks pointed out.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Pota held up a hand. "You guys are still planning to train us? Aren't we getting in your way, or something?"
"Nah, you guys are fine. We'll be glad to train you, we could always use more firepower against our enemies," Krillen grinned. "So you guys in?"
-Should we?- Pota turned to Rika.
-It's appealing,- Rika cast a quick grin. -Just like working out. I say we go for it.-
"Yeah, sign us up," Miryo nodded after the group decision.
"Great!" Krillen exclaimed. "We'll start your training tomorrow, you seem tired."
"Trunks put us through torturous training," Kenja exaggerated.
"We tried learning to fly, that's all," Rika waved it off. "When tomorrow?"
"How about eight in the morning? Start off fresh in the morning, and work it out till dinner," Krillen suggested. "And maybe after dinner too, depending on how you guys do."
"Awesome. See you then." The quartet waved goodbye, as Trunks stayed to chat with Krillen.
"You know, now that I think of it, don't you think we're kinda cheating?" Pota brought up as they trekked to the guest rooms. "We've got all these superhuman powers, and I doubt anyone else besides those guys have them."
"We've barely harnessed our powers in the first place, and we won't be able to use weapons. We've got ways to go," Miryo pointed out.
"I guess, but I still feel guilty that' we'll be "cheating"."
"Everyone's doing it, so why not?" Kenja grinned. "Relax Pot head."
"Ah whatever...let's do it."
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Author's Notes
-1- Yep...we're speeding things up with the tournament. xD;