Disclaimer: I don't own any of Dragon Ball Z... well, accept for an Android 17 and a Gero action figure... one to beat up the other! And one Android Saga video... other than that, I'm broke. Sorry.
A/N: Sorry about taking so long to update, but Christmas is a deadly time for story writing. Especially when you go away, and the person you visit has no computer... oh well. Oh and Happy Birthday to Mira!!!
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Oh good, it's only Dad.
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The Eternal Dragon vanished, and the Dragonballs exploded into motion, whipping away from where the two teens had piled them to lie at the ends of the earth, dormant, until someone gathered them once again. As the spots slowly cleared from the half-Sayajins' eyes, they became aware of a familiar figure standing where the Dragonballs had just been.
Goten blinked slowly at his father, and grinned in relief. The Dragon must have thought that he was talking about wanting Trunks to meet his Dad, not his Grandpa. All they would have to do is give a good explanation to Goku as to why they had summoned the Dragon in the first place.
Trunks almost grinned in relief too, it was just Goku, right? Then he saw it, a cross-shaped scar on the Sayajin's left cheek. His eyes were drawn upward from there, and he noticed a weird machine that was perched on the warrior's ear, extending out in front of his eye. Finally the fifteen-year-old saw the armor. Black, it was, and clung to the visitor's body like a second skin, accept where heavier deep green sections built him up, making him look even more formidable. Trunks gulped heavily. ~We're dead. Dad's never gonna get the chance to kill me for summoning the Dragon. Mom'll beat him to it for this!~
"Hey, Dad." chirped Goten. The warrior turned his obsidian eyes to the black-haired teen, confusion warring with the tense alertness on his features. "We... uh... we were just..." Whatever Goten was going to say was cut off abruptly by Trunks' hand clamping over his mouth.
"Umm, Hi, uh, sir. Welcome to earth." Trunks said, still glaring at Goten rather than looking at the stranger. Goten looked bewildered and mumbled something from behind his friend's hand, the black-haired teen tried to pull Trunks' hand away from his mouth, and failed. A little angry again, Goten pushed harder, a silent struggle ensued between the two half-Sayajins.
Meanwhile, the stranger ignored Trunks' words and took in his new surroundings carefully: there seemed to be only himself and these two children anywhere nearby, one of the boys appeared to be Sayajin - no one but a Sayajin could have hair so unruly. He raised his hand to his scouter carefully, it beeped and numbers swirled across its face. Bardock's eyebrows shot upward, the machine was pointed at the lavender-haired boy, but the numbers would not settle, or give the warrior a clear reading on his power level, the reading kept rising slowly; 2000, 2500, 3000...
Trunks gritted his teeth, to keep his hand over Goten's mouth he was having to raise his power level. He and Goten, out of long habit when they knew they where doing something their parents would not like, had suppressed their ki as soon as they had landed here with the Dragonballs. He leaned forward so he could whisper to his friend, "That isn't your Dad. I'll let go, if you promise not to say anything. We have to find out who he is." Goten looked at Trunks for a second, next at the stranger, then nodded. The lavender-haired teen moved his hand.
Bardock blinked when the numbers dropped abruptly and registered at an even 1200. Suddenly the scouter warbled and registered an incoming power, turning his head quickly and pressing a button, the warrior watched in horror as the numbers on the scouter climbed too quickly for him to react, and then blew up in his face.
Goten and Trunks had felt a familiar ki racing toward them. "Oh no." Trunks moaned. "Dad."
A/N: Sorry about taking so long to update, but Christmas is a deadly time for story writing. Especially when you go away, and the person you visit has no computer... oh well. Oh and Happy Birthday to Mira!!!
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Oh good, it's only Dad.
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The Eternal Dragon vanished, and the Dragonballs exploded into motion, whipping away from where the two teens had piled them to lie at the ends of the earth, dormant, until someone gathered them once again. As the spots slowly cleared from the half-Sayajins' eyes, they became aware of a familiar figure standing where the Dragonballs had just been.
Goten blinked slowly at his father, and grinned in relief. The Dragon must have thought that he was talking about wanting Trunks to meet his Dad, not his Grandpa. All they would have to do is give a good explanation to Goku as to why they had summoned the Dragon in the first place.
Trunks almost grinned in relief too, it was just Goku, right? Then he saw it, a cross-shaped scar on the Sayajin's left cheek. His eyes were drawn upward from there, and he noticed a weird machine that was perched on the warrior's ear, extending out in front of his eye. Finally the fifteen-year-old saw the armor. Black, it was, and clung to the visitor's body like a second skin, accept where heavier deep green sections built him up, making him look even more formidable. Trunks gulped heavily. ~We're dead. Dad's never gonna get the chance to kill me for summoning the Dragon. Mom'll beat him to it for this!~
"Hey, Dad." chirped Goten. The warrior turned his obsidian eyes to the black-haired teen, confusion warring with the tense alertness on his features. "We... uh... we were just..." Whatever Goten was going to say was cut off abruptly by Trunks' hand clamping over his mouth.
"Umm, Hi, uh, sir. Welcome to earth." Trunks said, still glaring at Goten rather than looking at the stranger. Goten looked bewildered and mumbled something from behind his friend's hand, the black-haired teen tried to pull Trunks' hand away from his mouth, and failed. A little angry again, Goten pushed harder, a silent struggle ensued between the two half-Sayajins.
Meanwhile, the stranger ignored Trunks' words and took in his new surroundings carefully: there seemed to be only himself and these two children anywhere nearby, one of the boys appeared to be Sayajin - no one but a Sayajin could have hair so unruly. He raised his hand to his scouter carefully, it beeped and numbers swirled across its face. Bardock's eyebrows shot upward, the machine was pointed at the lavender-haired boy, but the numbers would not settle, or give the warrior a clear reading on his power level, the reading kept rising slowly; 2000, 2500, 3000...
Trunks gritted his teeth, to keep his hand over Goten's mouth he was having to raise his power level. He and Goten, out of long habit when they knew they where doing something their parents would not like, had suppressed their ki as soon as they had landed here with the Dragonballs. He leaned forward so he could whisper to his friend, "That isn't your Dad. I'll let go, if you promise not to say anything. We have to find out who he is." Goten looked at Trunks for a second, next at the stranger, then nodded. The lavender-haired teen moved his hand.
Bardock blinked when the numbers dropped abruptly and registered at an even 1200. Suddenly the scouter warbled and registered an incoming power, turning his head quickly and pressing a button, the warrior watched in horror as the numbers on the scouter climbed too quickly for him to react, and then blew up in his face.
Goten and Trunks had felt a familiar ki racing toward them. "Oh no." Trunks moaned. "Dad."