Salutations. It looks like Trunks and Goten are in trouble. What will happen? Will things be
blown up? Most likely. Now it's time to go Back to the Future!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ! Too bad, huh?
Dragon Ball Z
Field Trip to the Future
Chapter 4
This Isn't Part of the Tour
Goten and Trunks had the look of someone caught with their hand in the cookie jar, well,
actually, with their hands in Bulma's big, complicated machine. Trunks swallowed nervously.
"Uh, hi mom," he said, acting like nothing was wrong.
Bulma glared at him. "And just what do you think you're doing young man?" she asked in
a deadly voice.
Trunks gave his best reassuring smile. It failed miserably. "We aren't doing anything. Are
we Goten?"
The Goku-clone look at his best friend in confusion. "But Trunks, I thought you said we
were gonna cross the wires on your mom's - OW! What was that for, Trunks?" The lavender
haired boy groaned at his friend.
For the first time, Bulma actually noticed WHAT machine the kids had been messing with.
Her look of rage was quickly replaced by one of terror. "T-Trunks . . . do you know exactly w-what
that machine is?" she asked, stuttering.
Trunks turned to look at his mother in confusion. He turned back to look at the large
machine. It had a short, circular platform about ten feet in diameter. It had computer terminals on
three sides of the platform, facing out. In the middle of the circle was a tall, thin spire with flashing
lights. Trunks blinked a couple times. "Um . . . not really."
"That's my mass-transit device!" she shrieked. Her hysterics temporarily stopped when
everyone in the room gave her a blank stare. She sighed, regaining her composure. "It is a cross
between a time machine, a teleportation device, and an inter-dimensional transceiver!" More blank
stares. Bulma groaned. "It can teleport a large group of people to any place at any time in this
universe or any parallel one."
"Oh!" everyone replied at once.
Bulma turned back to her son and his cohort. Her expression was worried. "Now boys," she
began, as calmly as she could. "Slowly pull your arms out and back away from the machine. If
something happened you could be transported to Kami knows where! And at any random point in
time! You might never get back!"
The two saiyan children were now terrified, and Gohan's class was getting nervous. Goten
and Trunks turned to look at each other for a silent moment. Then both promptly screamed and
panicked. They yanked their arms out of the machine, sending sparks flying. Both dash behind
Gohan faster than most people could see, screaming. Everyone cringed, expecting the machine to
blow up. Nothing happened.
Bulma let out a relieved sigh. "Well, that was exciting." She turned to the boys cowering
behind Gohan. "Now, you two are in SO much trouble!"
The boys swallowed and clung to Gohan for dear life. Gohan sighed. This was not his day.
He shook the boys off his legs and handed them over to Bulma. "Traitor!" Trunks accused. Goten
just gave a near-tears version of the Son Puppy Dog Look.
Gohan turned his attention back to his friends. Apparently, Sharpener had decided to hit on
Videl again. His arm was draped around her shoulders and he had an odd, intended to be seductive,
smile on. Videl's face was contorted with rage. "Cut it out!" she hollered at the blond jock and
slugged him. Hard. Sharpener went flying across the room. Gohan's eyes suddenly widened in
surprise and horror as Videl humph-ed and wiped the dust from her hands. With a loud crack,
Sharpener's head connected with the computer terminal Goten and Trunks had sabotaged.
Everything was silent for a moment, then suddenly the machine hummed to life. The entire
room was enveloped in a blinding light. Gohan felt like his head was spinning. He became dizzy
and disoriented. His whole body tingled but he couldn't move. There was complete silence, but
then Gohan thought he heard a faint roaring of wind. With a sudden jolt, the demi-saiyan found
himself sprawled on the ground. Ground - not the floor of Bulma's lab. The ground was mostly dirt
with some withered grass.
Moans and groans announced to Gohan that he wasn't alone anymore. He picked up his
head to see his entire class sprawled out much like him. Videl was closest to him. He slowly rose
into a sitting position. The others were slowly doing the same. Gohan noticed that to his left,
opposite Videl, Goten and Trunks were stirring from the ground. Beyond them Bulma was sitting
up, rubbing her head.
Gohan staggered to his feet, giving his legs a moment to adjust. That's when he first got a
look at his surroundings. the sky and the ground were both tinted red. He was standing less than a
mile outside of a city. Actually, it USED to be a city. The shells of a few buildings managed to
stand several floors high. Most were not even a full story high. Rubble littered the ground. Smoke
rose from several points in the distance. The air smelled of dust, smoke, and ashes. The land was
burned and smashed.
Videl noticed Gohan's stern expression. "Gohan, what-" her eyes fell on the city. "Oh my
Kami!" Everyone else seemed to take notice of the wreckage.
Gohan turned to Bulma. "Can you tell us where we are?" he asked.
The scientist pulled out her laptop and examined it. "As long as this thing still works. I
should be able to tell where, when, and what timeline we were sent to." Gohan nodded and Bulma
turned the machine on. It gave a few beeps and Bulma sighed. "It's working. Just give me a few
minutes. And nobody wonder off!" The last part was shouted at the class, who were beginning to
wonder around.
Videl strutted up to Gohan. "What's going on here?" she demanded of him.
He shrugged. "How am I supposed to know? We just got zapped somewhere. Bulma
thinks she can find out where and when we are.
"Is it really possible for us to travel in time?" she asked, suspiciously.
The saiyan nodded. "Definitely. Bulma has had a working time machine for years. Ever
sense a guy from the future came to warn us about some androids several years back."
Videl raised an eyebrow. "You know a guy from the future? And what androids?"
Gohan nodded and pointed to Trunks. "A teen age version of him came back in time to give
my dad an antidote for a heart virus that was supposed to kill him. He also warned us about two
killer androids that would be appearing in a few years. The androids had destroyed every major city
and killed off most of the population in his time."
Videl stared at him. "You're kidding!"
The boy shook his head. "Nope. The situations with the androids went quite differently in
our timeline, though. They turned out to not be so evil and we got Cell instead, who was much more
powerful."
The raven haired girl blinked. "Hey, if these androids aren't as strong as Cell, how come my
dad didn't destroy them here?"
Gohan sweat-dropped. He had said to much. "Gee, Videl, How should I know? Trunks
never mentioned him."
"I didn't do what?" Gohan turned to see little Trunks looking at him curiously, Goten in
tow.
"Not you. Mirai Trunks."
"Oh."
"Mirai?" Videl asked.
Gohan nodded. "We call the Trunks that came back in time Mirai Trunks. We also call the
timeline he comes from-"
"The Mirai Timeline!!!!"
Gohan turned to Bulma, who had shouted. "Yeah Bulma, that's right. But you don't have
to shout."
Bulma looked at him like he was mad. "No, Gohan! We are IN the Mirai Timeline!"
A few seconds passed.
"WHAT?!"
blown up? Most likely. Now it's time to go Back to the Future!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ! Too bad, huh?
Dragon Ball Z
Field Trip to the Future
Chapter 4
This Isn't Part of the Tour
Goten and Trunks had the look of someone caught with their hand in the cookie jar, well,
actually, with their hands in Bulma's big, complicated machine. Trunks swallowed nervously.
"Uh, hi mom," he said, acting like nothing was wrong.
Bulma glared at him. "And just what do you think you're doing young man?" she asked in
a deadly voice.
Trunks gave his best reassuring smile. It failed miserably. "We aren't doing anything. Are
we Goten?"
The Goku-clone look at his best friend in confusion. "But Trunks, I thought you said we
were gonna cross the wires on your mom's - OW! What was that for, Trunks?" The lavender
haired boy groaned at his friend.
For the first time, Bulma actually noticed WHAT machine the kids had been messing with.
Her look of rage was quickly replaced by one of terror. "T-Trunks . . . do you know exactly w-what
that machine is?" she asked, stuttering.
Trunks turned to look at his mother in confusion. He turned back to look at the large
machine. It had a short, circular platform about ten feet in diameter. It had computer terminals on
three sides of the platform, facing out. In the middle of the circle was a tall, thin spire with flashing
lights. Trunks blinked a couple times. "Um . . . not really."
"That's my mass-transit device!" she shrieked. Her hysterics temporarily stopped when
everyone in the room gave her a blank stare. She sighed, regaining her composure. "It is a cross
between a time machine, a teleportation device, and an inter-dimensional transceiver!" More blank
stares. Bulma groaned. "It can teleport a large group of people to any place at any time in this
universe or any parallel one."
"Oh!" everyone replied at once.
Bulma turned back to her son and his cohort. Her expression was worried. "Now boys," she
began, as calmly as she could. "Slowly pull your arms out and back away from the machine. If
something happened you could be transported to Kami knows where! And at any random point in
time! You might never get back!"
The two saiyan children were now terrified, and Gohan's class was getting nervous. Goten
and Trunks turned to look at each other for a silent moment. Then both promptly screamed and
panicked. They yanked their arms out of the machine, sending sparks flying. Both dash behind
Gohan faster than most people could see, screaming. Everyone cringed, expecting the machine to
blow up. Nothing happened.
Bulma let out a relieved sigh. "Well, that was exciting." She turned to the boys cowering
behind Gohan. "Now, you two are in SO much trouble!"
The boys swallowed and clung to Gohan for dear life. Gohan sighed. This was not his day.
He shook the boys off his legs and handed them over to Bulma. "Traitor!" Trunks accused. Goten
just gave a near-tears version of the Son Puppy Dog Look.
Gohan turned his attention back to his friends. Apparently, Sharpener had decided to hit on
Videl again. His arm was draped around her shoulders and he had an odd, intended to be seductive,
smile on. Videl's face was contorted with rage. "Cut it out!" she hollered at the blond jock and
slugged him. Hard. Sharpener went flying across the room. Gohan's eyes suddenly widened in
surprise and horror as Videl humph-ed and wiped the dust from her hands. With a loud crack,
Sharpener's head connected with the computer terminal Goten and Trunks had sabotaged.
Everything was silent for a moment, then suddenly the machine hummed to life. The entire
room was enveloped in a blinding light. Gohan felt like his head was spinning. He became dizzy
and disoriented. His whole body tingled but he couldn't move. There was complete silence, but
then Gohan thought he heard a faint roaring of wind. With a sudden jolt, the demi-saiyan found
himself sprawled on the ground. Ground - not the floor of Bulma's lab. The ground was mostly dirt
with some withered grass.
Moans and groans announced to Gohan that he wasn't alone anymore. He picked up his
head to see his entire class sprawled out much like him. Videl was closest to him. He slowly rose
into a sitting position. The others were slowly doing the same. Gohan noticed that to his left,
opposite Videl, Goten and Trunks were stirring from the ground. Beyond them Bulma was sitting
up, rubbing her head.
Gohan staggered to his feet, giving his legs a moment to adjust. That's when he first got a
look at his surroundings. the sky and the ground were both tinted red. He was standing less than a
mile outside of a city. Actually, it USED to be a city. The shells of a few buildings managed to
stand several floors high. Most were not even a full story high. Rubble littered the ground. Smoke
rose from several points in the distance. The air smelled of dust, smoke, and ashes. The land was
burned and smashed.
Videl noticed Gohan's stern expression. "Gohan, what-" her eyes fell on the city. "Oh my
Kami!" Everyone else seemed to take notice of the wreckage.
Gohan turned to Bulma. "Can you tell us where we are?" he asked.
The scientist pulled out her laptop and examined it. "As long as this thing still works. I
should be able to tell where, when, and what timeline we were sent to." Gohan nodded and Bulma
turned the machine on. It gave a few beeps and Bulma sighed. "It's working. Just give me a few
minutes. And nobody wonder off!" The last part was shouted at the class, who were beginning to
wonder around.
Videl strutted up to Gohan. "What's going on here?" she demanded of him.
He shrugged. "How am I supposed to know? We just got zapped somewhere. Bulma
thinks she can find out where and when we are.
"Is it really possible for us to travel in time?" she asked, suspiciously.
The saiyan nodded. "Definitely. Bulma has had a working time machine for years. Ever
sense a guy from the future came to warn us about some androids several years back."
Videl raised an eyebrow. "You know a guy from the future? And what androids?"
Gohan nodded and pointed to Trunks. "A teen age version of him came back in time to give
my dad an antidote for a heart virus that was supposed to kill him. He also warned us about two
killer androids that would be appearing in a few years. The androids had destroyed every major city
and killed off most of the population in his time."
Videl stared at him. "You're kidding!"
The boy shook his head. "Nope. The situations with the androids went quite differently in
our timeline, though. They turned out to not be so evil and we got Cell instead, who was much more
powerful."
The raven haired girl blinked. "Hey, if these androids aren't as strong as Cell, how come my
dad didn't destroy them here?"
Gohan sweat-dropped. He had said to much. "Gee, Videl, How should I know? Trunks
never mentioned him."
"I didn't do what?" Gohan turned to see little Trunks looking at him curiously, Goten in
tow.
"Not you. Mirai Trunks."
"Oh."
"Mirai?" Videl asked.
Gohan nodded. "We call the Trunks that came back in time Mirai Trunks. We also call the
timeline he comes from-"
"The Mirai Timeline!!!!"
Gohan turned to Bulma, who had shouted. "Yeah Bulma, that's right. But you don't have
to shout."
Bulma looked at him like he was mad. "No, Gohan! We are IN the Mirai Timeline!"
A few seconds passed.
"WHAT?!"