Author's Note: ::YAYS:: WOOT! I FINALLY WROTE ANOTHER CHAPTER! That's right, this one's brand-spanking new! Never seen before! Eheh. ^^; Well, anyways, I know, you're getting impatient, so I'll stop blabbering now. But first... a word from our sponsor.
Disclaimer: Oh, almighty Toriyama-sensei, I hereby transfer the rights of Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, and Dragon Ball GT to you, the ultimate, the supreme, the omniscient-SUCKER! ::takes them back:: NYAH NYAH! ::pulls down her bottom eyelid and sticks out her tongue::
[Vegeta] ::hits her on the back of the neck, making her fall to the ground and nearly knocking her out::
::gurgles:: I was only kidding...
[Vegeta] Yeah, yeah, tell it to the judge.
*gulp* Judge?
Meant to Happen
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 8
'Kami, what a jerk,' Pan thought to herself. 'Can't he ever think of anyone but himself?' She sighed and continued to trail Mirai Trunks. He was currently on the ground, head down, a hand to his chin, seemingly deep in thought.
'I wonder was he's thinking about...' She ducked behind a tree. 'Must be pretty important... He got so tense when Bulma-san called him a while ago...'
*~FLASHBACK~*
*Beep beep beep beep*
Everybody turned to Mirai Trunks. Expectantly, he looked down and turned on his watch communicator. "Yeah, Kaa-san?"
Bulma's voice came through from the other end. "Mirai-Can I call you Mirai?-honey, we've collected all the Dragon Balls. You can... try to... you know."
He visibly stiffened. "Yeah. I'm on my way."
*~END FLASHBACK~*
Pan's flashback came to an abrupt end as she looked down and realized that Capsule Corp was almost directly below her and Mirai was about to land. Looking around for a second, she located a shroud of bushes close to the building. 'Perfect,' she thought as she descended. 'Far enough away so that I won't be seen, but still be within hearing range.'
Setting herself into the shrubs, she peered through the brambles.
Mirai had just set down and was walking toward Bulma, his stride slow, his head down, eyes staring listlessly at the ground. When he reached his her, he looked up. She was standing before him, and as his gaze met hers, she held out her arms. He took a step forward and leaned into her embrace, wrapping his arms around her. She returned the hug, and after a few moments, gave him a motherly pat on the shoulder, indicating that he should let go. He pulled back, his eyes filled with hope.
She smiled. "Go on, Mirai."
He nodded, his expression changing to one of determination. He turned around. The Dragon Balls were there, all seven, pulsing with an eerie, golden glow. He swallowed thickly before speaking. "Almighty Shenlong, arise! Come forth, and grant me my wish!"
The sky began to darken as the Dragon Balls' pulsing intensified, then suddenly gave way to a full-out blinding glare. Their light seemed to solidify as it shot up, twisting, melding, and finally forming the giant multi-mile dragon they knew so well.
"Su-- sugoi..." Mirai breathed. He would never get used to the sight of this intimidating yet graceful creature.
Shenlong lowered his head, his expression one of contempt. His sharp pearly-white fangs glistened. "WHO IS IT THAT HAS CALLED UPON ME?"
The teen drew himself up to his full height, not about to give the appearance of being fearful. "My name is Trunks."
The massive dragon's "lips" were pulled back in what must have been a smile, but looked more like a sneer than anything else. "THE TIME-TRAVELER."
Trunks nodded, mildly surprised.
Shenlong gave a low growl. "YOU HAVE TWO WISHES. USE THEM WISELY, FOR I SHALL GRANT NO MORE."
"Okay..." Mirai took in a breath. "I wish that my mother in my timeline be restored to life."
The dragon coolly regarded him for a few seconds. "YOUR WISH CANNOT BE GRANTED."
Mirai jerked, his hopeful expression vanishing and being replaced by one of shock. "Wh-- what?" he whispered, barely loud enough to hear.
"I WAS MADE BY A GOD. MY POWERS DO NOT EXCEED THOSE OF A GOD." He paused. "I AM LIMITED TO HAVING INFLUENCE ON THIS TIMELINE AND THIS TIMELINE ALONE."
Mirai's shoulders drooped, his head hung in defeat. Pan had to lean forward to catch his next few words. "But-- but that means..." His voice cracked and he trailed off. "Okaa-san..." he murmured sadly.
"I AM SORRY."
Bulma too a step towards her future son, laying a hand on his shoulder and a few tears slid down his cheeks.
Pan's throat closed up. She could almost feel the pain Mirai Trunks was feeling. "Oh, Mirai..." she whispered, placing a hand over her chest.
"What do I do now? He can't bring her back..."
"I... I don't know, Mirai-kun..." Bulma shielded her eyes as she raised her head to look the dragon in the eye. "You're sure there's nothing you can do?"
"NO. I AM SORRY," he repeated.
She sighed. "I see... Um--" She turned back to her future son. "I don't supposed there's anything else you want?" she asked him quietly.
He shook his head, mute, as a few more tears fell. The pain in his heart was making itself present again, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could stand it.
"Shenlong," Bulma began, "It appears that that was the only wish we needed granted. So, frankly, we don't need you right now."
Shenlong's eyes glowed briefly. "I CANNOT LEAVE UNTIL I HAVE GRANTED AT LEAST ONE WISH."
She sighed. "Let us have a few minutes to think on this, okay?"
He nodded. "VERY WELL, BUT BE QUICK ABOUT IT. I HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY."
Pan had been steadily leaning forward this entire time, literally on her toes, in anticipation of what the wish would be. Nearly the entire upper half of her body was visible through the brush. It was lucky for her that Bulma and Mirai were not facing in her direction. It was because of this that she took her focus off the dragon, so when he boomed, " PERHAPS THE GIRL IN THE BUSH HAS A WISH?" she fell out and landed on her behind with a loud thud.
Bulma and Mirai whirled around, and, seeing who it was that can caused the disruption, said in unison, "Pan?"
The quarter-Saiyajin pulled herself up in a sitting position. "Eheh... Hi," she greeted them, smiling uncertainly. Feeling a wetness on her knee, she looked down to see that the fabric had torn and she was bleeding. She winced. "Oh, man... I wish I had a band-aid."
"Pan, NO!" The other two yelled.
Shenlong's eyes glowed again. "SO BE IT."
Pan looked up just in time to see a large band-aid flutter down and land next to her. She glanced up. "Uh... oops?"
Mirai slapped a hand against his forehead while his past mother groaned.
"YOUR SECOND WISH?"
"Huh? I have to make another one?" Pan asked.
Bulma threw her hands up. "You might as well, we got nothin'."
"Oh. Uh..."
"WELL?" The dragon was obviously growing impatient.
"Uh, uh, um..." Pan stammered. She was still drawing a blank when a familiar voice shouted from above:
"I wish for a hoagie as big as me!"
Shenlong's eyes glowed again. "YOUR WISH IS GRANTED. FAREWELL." With that, he disappeared, and the seven glowing Dragon Balls began to rise into the air. hey hovered there for a few seconds, ten shot off in all different directions.
After the Dragon Balls had dispersed and the sky returned to normal, the three ground-dwellers looked up. "What-- GOTEN?!"
The dark-haired demi-Saiyajin grinned down at them as best he could, what with his mouth and arms filled with hoagie. Bra, who was floating beside him, slapped him upside the head.
Goten coughed and swallowed. "Hey, you almost made me choke!"
She ignored him.
The present-time Trunks was floating on the other side of his best friend, Marron in his arms. He sweatdropped. "Goten, you baka, you're so predictable."
Goten shrugged and took another bite of his gigantic sandwich. "You're just jealous cause I thought of it first."
Everyone sighed.
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YAY! IT FINALLY GOT THIS CHAPTER TYPED UP! I'm not kidding, this thing was sitting in a notebook for more than two weeks. Sorry, I'll try harder next time! Anyway, ja ne until next time! ^^
Disclaimer: Oh, almighty Toriyama-sensei, I hereby transfer the rights of Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, and Dragon Ball GT to you, the ultimate, the supreme, the omniscient-SUCKER! ::takes them back:: NYAH NYAH! ::pulls down her bottom eyelid and sticks out her tongue::
[Vegeta] ::hits her on the back of the neck, making her fall to the ground and nearly knocking her out::
::gurgles:: I was only kidding...
[Vegeta] Yeah, yeah, tell it to the judge.
*gulp* Judge?
Meant to Happen
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 8
'Kami, what a jerk,' Pan thought to herself. 'Can't he ever think of anyone but himself?' She sighed and continued to trail Mirai Trunks. He was currently on the ground, head down, a hand to his chin, seemingly deep in thought.
'I wonder was he's thinking about...' She ducked behind a tree. 'Must be pretty important... He got so tense when Bulma-san called him a while ago...'
*~FLASHBACK~*
*Beep beep beep beep*
Everybody turned to Mirai Trunks. Expectantly, he looked down and turned on his watch communicator. "Yeah, Kaa-san?"
Bulma's voice came through from the other end. "Mirai-Can I call you Mirai?-honey, we've collected all the Dragon Balls. You can... try to... you know."
He visibly stiffened. "Yeah. I'm on my way."
*~END FLASHBACK~*
Pan's flashback came to an abrupt end as she looked down and realized that Capsule Corp was almost directly below her and Mirai was about to land. Looking around for a second, she located a shroud of bushes close to the building. 'Perfect,' she thought as she descended. 'Far enough away so that I won't be seen, but still be within hearing range.'
Setting herself into the shrubs, she peered through the brambles.
Mirai had just set down and was walking toward Bulma, his stride slow, his head down, eyes staring listlessly at the ground. When he reached his her, he looked up. She was standing before him, and as his gaze met hers, she held out her arms. He took a step forward and leaned into her embrace, wrapping his arms around her. She returned the hug, and after a few moments, gave him a motherly pat on the shoulder, indicating that he should let go. He pulled back, his eyes filled with hope.
She smiled. "Go on, Mirai."
He nodded, his expression changing to one of determination. He turned around. The Dragon Balls were there, all seven, pulsing with an eerie, golden glow. He swallowed thickly before speaking. "Almighty Shenlong, arise! Come forth, and grant me my wish!"
The sky began to darken as the Dragon Balls' pulsing intensified, then suddenly gave way to a full-out blinding glare. Their light seemed to solidify as it shot up, twisting, melding, and finally forming the giant multi-mile dragon they knew so well.
"Su-- sugoi..." Mirai breathed. He would never get used to the sight of this intimidating yet graceful creature.
Shenlong lowered his head, his expression one of contempt. His sharp pearly-white fangs glistened. "WHO IS IT THAT HAS CALLED UPON ME?"
The teen drew himself up to his full height, not about to give the appearance of being fearful. "My name is Trunks."
The massive dragon's "lips" were pulled back in what must have been a smile, but looked more like a sneer than anything else. "THE TIME-TRAVELER."
Trunks nodded, mildly surprised.
Shenlong gave a low growl. "YOU HAVE TWO WISHES. USE THEM WISELY, FOR I SHALL GRANT NO MORE."
"Okay..." Mirai took in a breath. "I wish that my mother in my timeline be restored to life."
The dragon coolly regarded him for a few seconds. "YOUR WISH CANNOT BE GRANTED."
Mirai jerked, his hopeful expression vanishing and being replaced by one of shock. "Wh-- what?" he whispered, barely loud enough to hear.
"I WAS MADE BY A GOD. MY POWERS DO NOT EXCEED THOSE OF A GOD." He paused. "I AM LIMITED TO HAVING INFLUENCE ON THIS TIMELINE AND THIS TIMELINE ALONE."
Mirai's shoulders drooped, his head hung in defeat. Pan had to lean forward to catch his next few words. "But-- but that means..." His voice cracked and he trailed off. "Okaa-san..." he murmured sadly.
"I AM SORRY."
Bulma too a step towards her future son, laying a hand on his shoulder and a few tears slid down his cheeks.
Pan's throat closed up. She could almost feel the pain Mirai Trunks was feeling. "Oh, Mirai..." she whispered, placing a hand over her chest.
"What do I do now? He can't bring her back..."
"I... I don't know, Mirai-kun..." Bulma shielded her eyes as she raised her head to look the dragon in the eye. "You're sure there's nothing you can do?"
"NO. I AM SORRY," he repeated.
She sighed. "I see... Um--" She turned back to her future son. "I don't supposed there's anything else you want?" she asked him quietly.
He shook his head, mute, as a few more tears fell. The pain in his heart was making itself present again, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could stand it.
"Shenlong," Bulma began, "It appears that that was the only wish we needed granted. So, frankly, we don't need you right now."
Shenlong's eyes glowed briefly. "I CANNOT LEAVE UNTIL I HAVE GRANTED AT LEAST ONE WISH."
She sighed. "Let us have a few minutes to think on this, okay?"
He nodded. "VERY WELL, BUT BE QUICK ABOUT IT. I HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY."
Pan had been steadily leaning forward this entire time, literally on her toes, in anticipation of what the wish would be. Nearly the entire upper half of her body was visible through the brush. It was lucky for her that Bulma and Mirai were not facing in her direction. It was because of this that she took her focus off the dragon, so when he boomed, " PERHAPS THE GIRL IN THE BUSH HAS A WISH?" she fell out and landed on her behind with a loud thud.
Bulma and Mirai whirled around, and, seeing who it was that can caused the disruption, said in unison, "Pan?"
The quarter-Saiyajin pulled herself up in a sitting position. "Eheh... Hi," she greeted them, smiling uncertainly. Feeling a wetness on her knee, she looked down to see that the fabric had torn and she was bleeding. She winced. "Oh, man... I wish I had a band-aid."
"Pan, NO!" The other two yelled.
Shenlong's eyes glowed again. "SO BE IT."
Pan looked up just in time to see a large band-aid flutter down and land next to her. She glanced up. "Uh... oops?"
Mirai slapped a hand against his forehead while his past mother groaned.
"YOUR SECOND WISH?"
"Huh? I have to make another one?" Pan asked.
Bulma threw her hands up. "You might as well, we got nothin'."
"Oh. Uh..."
"WELL?" The dragon was obviously growing impatient.
"Uh, uh, um..." Pan stammered. She was still drawing a blank when a familiar voice shouted from above:
"I wish for a hoagie as big as me!"
Shenlong's eyes glowed again. "YOUR WISH IS GRANTED. FAREWELL." With that, he disappeared, and the seven glowing Dragon Balls began to rise into the air. hey hovered there for a few seconds, ten shot off in all different directions.
After the Dragon Balls had dispersed and the sky returned to normal, the three ground-dwellers looked up. "What-- GOTEN?!"
The dark-haired demi-Saiyajin grinned down at them as best he could, what with his mouth and arms filled with hoagie. Bra, who was floating beside him, slapped him upside the head.
Goten coughed and swallowed. "Hey, you almost made me choke!"
She ignored him.
The present-time Trunks was floating on the other side of his best friend, Marron in his arms. He sweatdropped. "Goten, you baka, you're so predictable."
Goten shrugged and took another bite of his gigantic sandwich. "You're just jealous cause I thought of it first."
Everyone sighed.
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YAY! IT FINALLY GOT THIS CHAPTER TYPED UP! I'm not kidding, this thing was sitting in a notebook for more than two weeks. Sorry, I'll try harder next time! Anyway, ja ne until next time! ^^