Disclaimer: Once there was this show all the little boys watched and all
that it was about was these guys fighting and wanting to show each other
their 'ultimate power'. Boring! Do you think that I would have thought of
that? No way.
Briefs' Encounter:
They were struck by the dismal atmosphere as soon as they got there. Holding their noses and gasping for breath, they exclaimed in unison, "EWWW!! WHAT STINKS?!!"
"Twunks!" proclaimed little Marron, playing on the floor with a gold ball.
"Goku, m'boy, we're out here," Roshi's voice called from the window.
Eager for fresh air, the two headed for the patio. They looked at the small group assembled there: Master Roshi, Yamcha, Oolong and Puar. "Hi guys," Goku asked, "Where are the others and why did Marron say Trunks stinks?"
The group chuckled. "Trunks snuck out at the crack of dawn to start collecting dragonballs," the turtle hermit began.
"We felt his ki spike up and by the time Kurrilan and I reached him," Yamcha picked up the story, "the kid was half-drowned from standing under a waterfall. Too bad it didn't help much."
"What didn't help much? Why?" the tall warrior scratched his head, confused. It was a bit strange to see his hand go right through the golden circle over his head.
"The smell. The ball was in Piccolo's grove, and he'd hidden it in a skunk's nest."
They all started laughing again, Goku joining them while ChiChi shook her head in knowing sympathy. "Where's Bulma?" she asked.
"She came down, took one whiff, puked, then went back to bed," Oolong answered.
"I'm going up to check on her." The black haired woman took a deep breath then plunged back into the house.
"So where's Kurrilan?"
"He's helping Trunks in the bath. You know, 'no nose'. The kid keeps holding his breath and near passing out. Eighteen's in the kitchen fixing breakfast and keeping them supplied with tomato juice."
"...?"
"It takes the stink off."
They talked for awhile, then the short man came out giving his daughter a piggy-back ride. He set her down and she ran off chasing Puar. "Well, that was one olfactory experience that rated right up there with fighting Bacterium and searching Freiza's ship. Hi ya, Goku."
"'Morning. Did it work?"
"Let's just say his highness Jr. is tolerable now if not pleasant."
"Highness Jr.?" Yamcha asked confused.
"Yeah, he's the new Prince Vegeta and as soon as he stopped holding his nose, he let me know in no uncertain terms that he 'didn't need anybody's help, thank you'."
Goku looked troubled, "This isn't good, guys."
"He's just trying to cope with the loss of his father," Master Roshi reasoned.
"I know, but I need to work with him now. We need to get the dragonballs."
"That will be my job, Kakkarot!" The imperious tone and words did not match the child exiting the house, his usually light-hued hair damp and stained a muddy color from the odd shampoo he'd been forced to endure, his parentage showing in the blue eyes snapping with emotion and his cross-armed stance. "And I don't need any help from you losers," he stated.
The older warriors looked at him with shock and consternation. "Hey, you can't talk to us like that," Yamcha glowered.
"What are you going to do about it, weakling?" He glared at them.
Goku held up his hand preventing any more protest, "Everyone, stop it. We can't waste the time Vegita's sacrifice bought us arguing." Trunks pouted and the others settled back down, accepting Goku's lead. "I agree that you can go the dragonballs, Trunks, but not alone. I will go with you."
"How come? I'm strong and perfectly capable of going by myself!" the boy protested.
"I know you're strong. The main reason I'm going with you is because it'll be quicker, OK?" Goku spoke carefully, to gain the boy's cooperation.
"'K," Trunks agreed reluctantly, leaning against the wall.
"All right!" the tall warrior flashed his famous smile. "First, let's see how many balls we already have. You got one and I've got another," he brought out the #4 from his pocket, "Kurrilan, ChiChi said you had one."
"Uh-huh, Do you want me to go home and get it?" The short man started to stand.
"Don't bother, I've got it right here," Master Roshi reached into his pocket and brought forth the #5 ball.
"Huh?"
"Heh-heh, with this group, I've learned to be prepared." The old man chuckled while the others rolled their eyes.
"Great! Thanks, Master Roshi. We've got three balls and there's another one somewhere near my house, that really leaves only three more to find."
"Two," came a voice from the doorway. The men looked up to see three women in the doorway. "Gohan brought us one, too. He said he wanted them protected by the strongest forces on Earth," Bulma said proudly.
"But Mom," Trunks brought out the dragon radar with a worried look, "how come it only shows three here?"
Worried himself, Goku looked over his shoulder at the radar to confirm it. "You're right," he said.
"Of course I'm right, Kakkarot."
"Trunks! Show some respect!" his mother snapped.
"I am! That's his name, that's what Dad called him," the boy defended himself.
"That's probably the nicest thing Vegita called him," Yamcha commented in a whisper.
"I'm sorry, Goku," the blue haired woman sat down tiredly.
"No need to apologize, Bulma, it is my Saiyan name after all." He shrugged then squatted by her chair and put his arm around her, "How are you doing?" he asked in a low voice. Bulma let herself be comforted in her old friend's arms for a minute, letting him lend her his strength. ChiChi patted her shoulder, letting her know it was okay, then followed Eighteen inside.
"Surviving," she replied softly.
Trunks watched on, feeling pain, anger and confusion. *Who was this stranger holding his mother in his father's absence, who was telling everyone what to do and who they all listened to when they had made fun of his dad?* He had to stop this.
"Moooom," Trunks got his mother's attention in a tried and true fashion: whining, "Why doesn't it show the other ball? If we have one, where is it?" It worked. His mother sat up straighter and turned to him and the stranger stood up and moved away.
"It's in a special shielded chamber I built," she explained, "That's why the radar doesn't detect it. It also has a gravity well and its own power supply. I've had enough of some power-hungry idiot trying to get their hands on a wish. It takes either someone who's super-strong or a weeks' demolishing to get at it."
"What if something had happened to you, Bulma? How could we have found it?" Yamcha asked angrily.
"I didn't keep it a complete secret!" she yelled back, "Vegita knew and so did Gohan and Piccolo! I just didn't think there would come a time when they weren't here," she ended quietly, almost in tears.
Trunks tugged on his mother's arm, "Show me," he demanded, "let me go get it!"
"Hold it right there, young man," ChiChi appeared carrying a laden tray which she set on a table, "You're not going anywhere until after breakfast, either of you."
Eighteen also came out with an array of breakfast foods on a tray. "I thought it would be best to eat out here while the house airs out," she said. Pride and resentment didn't prevent Trunks from grabbing a plate and digging in along with rest.
"ChiChi, I really can't..." Bulma started to protest.
The more experienced mother put a tray with tea and toast in front of her friend and looked her straight in the eye, "You will and you must. We both know you need to take care of yourself or you'll get sick. You were there for me eight years ago and now I'll be here for you, okay?" she ended softly with a smile.
"Sure. Thanks," Bulma sniffled and picked up the toast.
"So, Goku, what's the big hurry to find the dragonballs? Shouldn't we wait until after the fight to make wishes?" Kurrilan reasoned.
The Saiyan slowed his eating enough to answer (it was his second breakfast, after all), "The Supreme Kai and I made a plan last night and we need Goten to fight." He grimaced at the thought of having to send children into this fight.
"What about Gohan and Piccolo?"
"They'll be back. They're doing some special training with the Supreme Kai and we'll do our best to fight Buu until they get here. I won't kid you guys, we're in as tight a spot as we've ever been in. If I could, I'd go to HFIL myself to bring back Vegita to help."
AN: Finally, FF.N is back up! I know this isn't the way the dragonball search went, but I thought this particular bit would be funny. Trunks does need some time for adjustment and I'm giving him it. Thank you to those special people who reviewed!
Keep watching; more surprises in store as the search continues, wishes are made and the fighters prepare!
PS: How does Kurrilan smell and breathe with his mouth closed?
Briefs' Encounter:
They were struck by the dismal atmosphere as soon as they got there. Holding their noses and gasping for breath, they exclaimed in unison, "EWWW!! WHAT STINKS?!!"
"Twunks!" proclaimed little Marron, playing on the floor with a gold ball.
"Goku, m'boy, we're out here," Roshi's voice called from the window.
Eager for fresh air, the two headed for the patio. They looked at the small group assembled there: Master Roshi, Yamcha, Oolong and Puar. "Hi guys," Goku asked, "Where are the others and why did Marron say Trunks stinks?"
The group chuckled. "Trunks snuck out at the crack of dawn to start collecting dragonballs," the turtle hermit began.
"We felt his ki spike up and by the time Kurrilan and I reached him," Yamcha picked up the story, "the kid was half-drowned from standing under a waterfall. Too bad it didn't help much."
"What didn't help much? Why?" the tall warrior scratched his head, confused. It was a bit strange to see his hand go right through the golden circle over his head.
"The smell. The ball was in Piccolo's grove, and he'd hidden it in a skunk's nest."
They all started laughing again, Goku joining them while ChiChi shook her head in knowing sympathy. "Where's Bulma?" she asked.
"She came down, took one whiff, puked, then went back to bed," Oolong answered.
"I'm going up to check on her." The black haired woman took a deep breath then plunged back into the house.
"So where's Kurrilan?"
"He's helping Trunks in the bath. You know, 'no nose'. The kid keeps holding his breath and near passing out. Eighteen's in the kitchen fixing breakfast and keeping them supplied with tomato juice."
"...?"
"It takes the stink off."
They talked for awhile, then the short man came out giving his daughter a piggy-back ride. He set her down and she ran off chasing Puar. "Well, that was one olfactory experience that rated right up there with fighting Bacterium and searching Freiza's ship. Hi ya, Goku."
"'Morning. Did it work?"
"Let's just say his highness Jr. is tolerable now if not pleasant."
"Highness Jr.?" Yamcha asked confused.
"Yeah, he's the new Prince Vegeta and as soon as he stopped holding his nose, he let me know in no uncertain terms that he 'didn't need anybody's help, thank you'."
Goku looked troubled, "This isn't good, guys."
"He's just trying to cope with the loss of his father," Master Roshi reasoned.
"I know, but I need to work with him now. We need to get the dragonballs."
"That will be my job, Kakkarot!" The imperious tone and words did not match the child exiting the house, his usually light-hued hair damp and stained a muddy color from the odd shampoo he'd been forced to endure, his parentage showing in the blue eyes snapping with emotion and his cross-armed stance. "And I don't need any help from you losers," he stated.
The older warriors looked at him with shock and consternation. "Hey, you can't talk to us like that," Yamcha glowered.
"What are you going to do about it, weakling?" He glared at them.
Goku held up his hand preventing any more protest, "Everyone, stop it. We can't waste the time Vegita's sacrifice bought us arguing." Trunks pouted and the others settled back down, accepting Goku's lead. "I agree that you can go the dragonballs, Trunks, but not alone. I will go with you."
"How come? I'm strong and perfectly capable of going by myself!" the boy protested.
"I know you're strong. The main reason I'm going with you is because it'll be quicker, OK?" Goku spoke carefully, to gain the boy's cooperation.
"'K," Trunks agreed reluctantly, leaning against the wall.
"All right!" the tall warrior flashed his famous smile. "First, let's see how many balls we already have. You got one and I've got another," he brought out the #4 from his pocket, "Kurrilan, ChiChi said you had one."
"Uh-huh, Do you want me to go home and get it?" The short man started to stand.
"Don't bother, I've got it right here," Master Roshi reached into his pocket and brought forth the #5 ball.
"Huh?"
"Heh-heh, with this group, I've learned to be prepared." The old man chuckled while the others rolled their eyes.
"Great! Thanks, Master Roshi. We've got three balls and there's another one somewhere near my house, that really leaves only three more to find."
"Two," came a voice from the doorway. The men looked up to see three women in the doorway. "Gohan brought us one, too. He said he wanted them protected by the strongest forces on Earth," Bulma said proudly.
"But Mom," Trunks brought out the dragon radar with a worried look, "how come it only shows three here?"
Worried himself, Goku looked over his shoulder at the radar to confirm it. "You're right," he said.
"Of course I'm right, Kakkarot."
"Trunks! Show some respect!" his mother snapped.
"I am! That's his name, that's what Dad called him," the boy defended himself.
"That's probably the nicest thing Vegita called him," Yamcha commented in a whisper.
"I'm sorry, Goku," the blue haired woman sat down tiredly.
"No need to apologize, Bulma, it is my Saiyan name after all." He shrugged then squatted by her chair and put his arm around her, "How are you doing?" he asked in a low voice. Bulma let herself be comforted in her old friend's arms for a minute, letting him lend her his strength. ChiChi patted her shoulder, letting her know it was okay, then followed Eighteen inside.
"Surviving," she replied softly.
Trunks watched on, feeling pain, anger and confusion. *Who was this stranger holding his mother in his father's absence, who was telling everyone what to do and who they all listened to when they had made fun of his dad?* He had to stop this.
"Moooom," Trunks got his mother's attention in a tried and true fashion: whining, "Why doesn't it show the other ball? If we have one, where is it?" It worked. His mother sat up straighter and turned to him and the stranger stood up and moved away.
"It's in a special shielded chamber I built," she explained, "That's why the radar doesn't detect it. It also has a gravity well and its own power supply. I've had enough of some power-hungry idiot trying to get their hands on a wish. It takes either someone who's super-strong or a weeks' demolishing to get at it."
"What if something had happened to you, Bulma? How could we have found it?" Yamcha asked angrily.
"I didn't keep it a complete secret!" she yelled back, "Vegita knew and so did Gohan and Piccolo! I just didn't think there would come a time when they weren't here," she ended quietly, almost in tears.
Trunks tugged on his mother's arm, "Show me," he demanded, "let me go get it!"
"Hold it right there, young man," ChiChi appeared carrying a laden tray which she set on a table, "You're not going anywhere until after breakfast, either of you."
Eighteen also came out with an array of breakfast foods on a tray. "I thought it would be best to eat out here while the house airs out," she said. Pride and resentment didn't prevent Trunks from grabbing a plate and digging in along with rest.
"ChiChi, I really can't..." Bulma started to protest.
The more experienced mother put a tray with tea and toast in front of her friend and looked her straight in the eye, "You will and you must. We both know you need to take care of yourself or you'll get sick. You were there for me eight years ago and now I'll be here for you, okay?" she ended softly with a smile.
"Sure. Thanks," Bulma sniffled and picked up the toast.
"So, Goku, what's the big hurry to find the dragonballs? Shouldn't we wait until after the fight to make wishes?" Kurrilan reasoned.
The Saiyan slowed his eating enough to answer (it was his second breakfast, after all), "The Supreme Kai and I made a plan last night and we need Goten to fight." He grimaced at the thought of having to send children into this fight.
"What about Gohan and Piccolo?"
"They'll be back. They're doing some special training with the Supreme Kai and we'll do our best to fight Buu until they get here. I won't kid you guys, we're in as tight a spot as we've ever been in. If I could, I'd go to HFIL myself to bring back Vegita to help."
AN: Finally, FF.N is back up! I know this isn't the way the dragonball search went, but I thought this particular bit would be funny. Trunks does need some time for adjustment and I'm giving him it. Thank you to those special people who reviewed!
Keep watching; more surprises in store as the search continues, wishes are made and the fighters prepare!
PS: How does Kurrilan smell and breathe with his mouth closed?