In the Eyes of a Child

Chapter Eighteen - Born on the Opposite Sides of the Sea

"We're here to take over your world!"

The saiyajins stared at the clones in disbelief. Two blockheaded warriors of their caliber (Vegeta even wondered if they were warriors to begin with) were plotting to take over the world? If they hoped to take over the female half of the planet, they could with their looks alone, but not with their idiocy and feeble-mindedness.

"Aside from your ridiculous demeanor, that's something else to laugh at," the Saiyajin no Ouji blurted out with a chuckle, his eyes flashing mischievously as he regarded the two look-alikes of his son. He then stepped forward, raising an eyebrow. "Take over the world? Are you sure about that? Can you two even fight?"

"Don't you insult us!" the Chibi clone snapped in anger. He was going to launch at the proud saiyajin warrior if his companion did not stop him from doing so. Struggling to break free from his friend's clutches, he exclaimed, "We know how to fight! But we don't want to waste our time on you pathetic warriors of this mudball of a planet!"

"What are you saying?!" the taller clone whispered with a glare in the younger one's direction, before he yanked his companion by the back of his leotards and hissed, "Have you forgotten?! We have to wait until the others arrive! Until then, stick to using your mouth!"

He dumped the Chibi on the ground, uncaring if he was hurt or not, but then the boy began kissing the floor once again, chanting and praying in the midst of the staring crowd of male humans and saiyajins. The females were still out, as it seemed that the clone had greater effects on their gender rather than the original Mirai Trunks.

At that, Vegeta crossed his arms in front of his chest and snorted. "And you're going to take over the world. Pathetic." He then spun around and left, muttering something under his breath. The Ouji, however, didn't get to go very far, for a gust of wind suddenly blew past his face as a sphere made of black metal descended from the sky, making everyone nearby back off and shield their faces from the wind that blew even stronger than ever.

"They're here! They're here!" the clones chorused as they broke into a merry dance, despite of the mini-tempest that brewed from the mysterious craft. As the hatch of the spacecraft lowered, the two demi-saiyajin look-alikes sprinted into a run, ready to welcome the rest of the members of their invasion force.

And they slid out, one by one, all wearing dark clothing. The priest walked out first, bowing randomly and chanting as he did so, apparently preparing the way for the Supreme Overlord, who would come out last. The scientist hopped out next, still dragging his brother who believed he was a dog --- this time, the older clone seemed ready to bite anyone who crosses his path. Lastly, the warlord himself stepped onto the earth, looking as authoritative and as sinister as ever.

The Z-Senshi, however, were looking at the newcomers with jaws dropped. The terrified cries of the Troublemaking Duo echoed through the grounds as soon as they got over the initial shock, holding on to each other in comfort. Vegeta was then twitching angrily, a vein that threatened to pop out throbbing through his forehead, while Gohan looked on in utter disbelief. Goku, while he stood there with his eyes fixed on the visitors, was at a loss of words.

And they had a reason to react that way --- after all, the aliens were the splitting images of the Sons and the Saiyajin no Ouji, Vegeta.

"Yes, we're here to take over your world," the Great One said in a low, lethal done as he stepped forward, his ebony cape cascading behind him magnificently. The greatest surprise about him, however, was not the evil gleam in his raven eyes, nor the wild, spiky hair that was similar to those of the Sons, but because of that fact that he was the mirror image of the leader of the Z-Senshi, Goku, who was at the opposite end of the goodness spectrum from the newcomer.

Putting the magazine she was reading on her lap, Bulma yawned and stretched her arms before she lowered herself into the couch, her eyes scanning the ceiling as if it was something she hadn't seen in her life. Not only did she excuse herself from her work to relax, she did not have to worry about food, because her friend and fellow mother Chichi was doing the cooking for him. She was utter delighted at that, because she was a terrible cook compared to the other woman, and that she wouldn't have to suffer through stomach-aching meals.

Despite the warning that one should not read while lying down, the blue-haired genius grabbed her magazine anyway and resumed reading. Her favorite TV program was still in a few minutes, and what was playing on her television was something very unentertaining, so she had to somehow kill the time by reading.

Upon hearing a male voice boom through the television's speakers, saying, "Newsflash!" Bulma sat up and put the magazine aside with drastically narrowed eyes. As soon as the reporter announced that she was at Orange Star High School, the scientist immediately called out her friend from the kitchen and told her to hurry.

Chichi went running into the living room, clutching her precious weapon close to her. "What? What is it, Bulma? What's going on?"

Calmly, the other woman pointed to the television screen, and heard the reporter exclaim in a question rather than a statement, "Not only have the female population of Orange Star High School been knocked out unconscious, a battle is now taking place at the grounds, a battle between --- two sets of warriors who unbelievably, look like each other?!" The reporter then shrieked as a ki-blast streaked past her direction, barely missing her head, and began begging that Mr. Satan come by and help stop the brewing trouble.

"Clones?" Bulma asked, now dumbfolded at the sight. She then turned to her companion, who was as bewildered as she was. Deciding that the best way to know was to check the matter out, the scientist stood up and nodded curtly. "Suit up, Chichi. It's time for us to get into the bottom of things. If this is another plot of those boys, I don't know what I'll do with them."

The housewife only nodded, too shocked to speak, before she rushed back to the kitchen, put off all the appliances that were functioning, took out an extra Frying-Pan-of-Ultimate-Catastropheâ„¢ from a secret compartment in the large shelf, whipped away her apron, and headed back to the living room to meet up with her partner-in-crime who was already ready for action. All in a shocking thirty seconds, including the split-second transfer of their precious weapon from one hand to the other.

A pleased smile leaking through Bulma's features, she muttered, "Oh yeah, we're making this look good." She then thwapped her own version of IT around, as if warming up for the thwapping she was going to do once they were going to get in the campus, before her pleased grin transformed into a slightly cruel smirk. "Let's go and teach those boys a lesson, Chichi."

The Goten-looking scientist, unable to hit his counterpart with the weapons he had hidden under his robe, resorted to taking out his large bazooka from his back, aiming it at the demi-saiyajin who was hovering above him. "You may have avoided my initial attacks," the clone began in a smug tone as he squinted an eye to get his target locked, "but you will not make it out of this one. It's bye-bye time for you, my me-looking adversary."

And he fired, sending a bowling sized ball out of the weapon. Goten stood still in anticipation, his eyes focused at what came out of the oversized firearm, and swerved away a second before the bullet --- or what he believed to be --- was supposed to hit him. What he wasn't aware of, however, was that the bullet was a mini-missile, and it made a sharp u-turn, hitting the demi-saiyajin on the back and sending him into a collision course with a tree trunk.

That was not the end of the attack, however. As soon as the demi-saiyajin crashed into the large tree, holes appeared from the upper half of the ball and sent out spider-like strands that wrapped the poor boy into the tree. Back on the ground, the scientist smirked in satisfaction, hoisting the bazooka back onto his back. "Score."

Chibi Trunks, on the other hand, had not attacked in any way, because before they could begin their battle, his adversary asked for a time-out, and began praying in the most peculiar kind of way. When he ran out of patience, however, he charged up a ki-blast and hurled it towards the clone, who immediately saw it coming and ran off, screaming with his hands over his head.

The purple-haired boy laughed in his victory, but he wasn't able to enjoy it for very long. A short moment after he let out his satisfaction, his Mirai self came slamming into him, and because of the head-to-head impact they were both knocked out unconscious. Mirai Trunks' clone, despite the ridiculous purple outfit he was wearing, had something up in his sleeve all along, and as he turned towards the crowd of fangirls to flex his muscles arrogantly, the females fainted, once again.

If there was anyone who was not amused at all by his battle, it was Vegeta, but not because of the fact that he was losing. It was because of the fact that his battle had not begun. The priest with gravity-defying hair, who looked a lot like him, kept him waiting in their match. "The gods will bless you for looking like me, kind sir," the clone began in a soft, soothing tone that annoyed the Saiyajin no Ouji greatly. "But if you decide to fight me, then the curse of the heavens will fall upon you."

That made Vegeta twitch in anger even more, his insides ready to explode. "You are the copy, baka. If there's a curse that will fall from the heavens, it shall be on you!" the saiyajin snapped as he dropped into a fighting stance, his patience slipping into nothingness. "Now fight me! Stop your act and fight me!"

"Why is there a need to fight, kind sir? The gods do not only condemn fighting for a servant such as myself, fighting itself is pointless and irrational!" the priest reasoned out, meeting the saiyajin's angry gaze with his calm ones.

"Fighting is how things are decided in this world, you stupid clone," Vegeta muttered angrily, his aura exploding, making him transform into the first level of a super saiyajin. He waved a warning finger in the other's direction. "You have much to learn, and you have to learn that you and your stupid gods have no place in this world! Either you fight, or scram!"

"Oh you're wrong, kind sir! It's fighting that has no place in this world! This world is full of light and love!" the clone exclaimed, before he gave out an ear-splitting smile that intimidated the Saiyajin no Ouji even more than he already was. With the same cheerful voice, he announced to the world, "I'm going to kill you now!"

"Ah, shaddap!"