Chaos!

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Part 5: Breathe

B-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-RING!!

Scully rolled over to her stomach and flopped her hand around until she found the snooze button. Her arm dropped bonelessly over the edge of the bed, swinging gently. Her cheek mashed into the pillow where a little dribble of spittle pooled at the corner of her mouth.

Hhhn. Time zit... One leaden eyelid crawled open. She blinked a few times, trying to focus.

Two... two... Scully rolled to her back and looked out the window. The sun was up. She bolted straight up, rocketing from the bed.

OH MY GOD! It's two o'clock! When the blood sank to her toes, Scully dropped back on the bed until the dizziness lifted, then came up on her arms to gaze at the calendar.

What day is it? When the calendar didn't answer, she decided maybe a shower would help.

A shower didn't help.

Scully dressed and then pulled out her hair dryer and brush. Something seemed to be tickling along the edges of her memory, but she couldn't scratch it.

As she laid the dryer down and put the finishes touches to her hair, there was a loud, persistent banging on her door.

Hold on, hold on! she called and yanked the door open to see a tall man with wild black hair wearing an orange and blue outfit standing at her door. Behind him was a shorter, surly looking man wearing a blue spandex suit, boots and gloves.

It all came rushing back.

Mr. Son.

Agent Scully, we're all in a lot of trouble, he said.

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Mulder watched the two kids chase the miniature dragon around the temple, laughing and dodging its fiery breath.

Dende and Mr. Popo were beside themselves with worry, and Piccolo was screaming at the young demi-Saiyans to stop. To no avail.

Come here, you! cried Goten as he lunged for the dragon's tail, who slithered out of his reach, then set fire to a curtain with a blast of hot breath. Trunks blew the fire out, then jumped on the dragon's back, laughing and holding on with one hand as he was bucked off.

Trunks! Goten! STOP RIGHT NOW! Piccolo screamed, but the boys were ignoring him.

Boys, please! cried Mr. Popo, sweat streaming down his round face.

Bulma cried.

Mulder was busy snapping pictures with a tiny camera he kept in his pocket as the boys continued to chase the mini dragon around the room, under the table, through the curtains, out to the lookout and back into the room again.

This is great this is great... he kept saying over and over. Scully should be here.

Trunks and Goten stopped, bent over, hands on knees, breathing hard when the dragon crawled between some huge water jugs and hid. A little puff of smoke gave the dragon away.

Trunks said, gasping for air. I think this calls for drastic measures.

Goten nodded at Trunks, sprang a few feet away and assumed the stance.

FUUU —

What are they doing? Mulder asked and snapped a picture.



Mulder frowned and snapped another picture.



The agent threw one hand up to shield his eyes from the blinding light. When the light faded, where there had been two, now there was one person.

Heh heh HEH! said the person, and ran his finger under his nose.

What what... Mulder snapped another picture and then peered over the edge of the camera with his lips parted in disbelief.

Piccolo groaned as Gotenks yelled GOTCHA NOW, DRAGON! and sprang amid the jars, which went crashing and tumbling and smashing into fragments. A tiny roar and a jet of fire and the dragon and Gotenks emerged, the latter holding onto the former's tail with glee as the dragon dashed helter skelter.

cried Gotenks.

said the dragon.

Bulma looked like she was ready to tear her hair out.

The two disappeared out the door again, the dragon's tail lashing and Gotenks holding on for all he was worth, his body flying high and then hitting the floor with each whip of the tail.

Mulder, Dende, Piccolo, Bulma and Mr. Popo all stared at the door.

Mulder said.

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Sir, I don't know where Mulder is right now.

Skinner stopped his pacing and glared at Scully.

I mean, I DO know where he is, but I don't know how to get there. At least not without help. She folded her hands in her lap, squeezing until the knuckles turned white. It's been a very strange day, sir.

Agent Scully, I expect a full report and Agent Mulder, here, in this room... He tapped his desk. ...tomorrow morning. Are we clear?

Scully jumped to her feet, grabbed her briefcase and nearly ran for the door.

Crystal, sir!

She dashed out of the office and into the hall, ignoring the stares of Skinner's secretaries. Once in the hall, she stopped to breathe once again. People were slowing down to stare as they approached Skinner's door and then pass by. Because, standing outside the door, leaning against the wall, were two of the strangest people they had ever seen. One was leaning with crossed arms and scowling at each individual that walked by and muttering, What are you looking at? The other was leaning with his arms behind his head and whistling a tuneless tune.

Hey, Agent Scully! Goku raised one hand in salute. How'd it go?

She looked up at the tall Saiyan and breathed a long sigh. Not so good. I need to have Mulder back here with a report by morning. Is that long enough to save the universe?

Goku grinned and Vegeta snorted.

It's been done in a couple episodes before, Goku said with a wink.

Well, let's get on with it then, she said. Just let me change into universe-saving clothes first.

That's not necessary, Goku said. Piccolo can handle that in one shake of a dragon's tail.

Goku put one hand on her shoulder as Vegeta touched his and the three disappeared.

Two agents and one secretary stood bug-eyed as the three vanished with a FWEEEP.

They looked at each other.

Deny everything, the secretary muttered, and continued on her way.

...continued...