Dragonball Z crossed with Dragonball Z

I don't own, so I'll settle for borrowing them. I reread this when I decided to finish it today and decided it was awful, so I thought I'd rewrite a bit. Enjoy.

To avoid confusion, future Trunks will be referred to as Mirai and Little Trunks will be called Trunks.



What's this button do?

Cousin D

Mirai (future) Trunks waited for Gohan patiently. If nothing else, his life had taught him the value of patience.

This world was just to strange and Mirai didn't feel at all comfortable in this world with no fear. As he floated high above the school, Mirai watched and waited. He knew Gohan was in the school below him, he could easily feel the subdued power level of about four hundred moving around inside the building. While the humans all had pitifully low levels of two or ten, Mirai knew that one single high reading was Gohan's. No human could possibly reach such a high level without special training and Mirai was fairly sure there was no one in this time who would be going to high school except Gohan.

'I can't believe I get to see Gohan at my own age.' The thought thrilled Mirai to no end. The last he'd seen Gohan as a teenager had been in his own timeline when Gohan had died at the hands of Android 17 and Android 18. 'Will he be like I remember him? Will he be like Goku?' The image of Gohan in his father's orange gi floated through Mirai's head. His master. Gohan was his master and the only father figure he'd ever had, since his dad had died when Mirai had been so young. That hadn't really registered the last time Mirai had met a little eight year old Gohan. That hadn't been quite right. Now, finally, he was going to meet the Gohan he remembered, strong and sure of what he was doing. The man who had led the fight against the Androids.

"Videl!" Mirai's attention was drawn down to the front door of the school. It was easy enough to focus on the energy level, but he was a tiny bit surprised at what he saw.

"Don't give me that puppy dog look, Son Gohan!" A small girl, with a respectable power level of near one hundred, came walking stiffly out of the school with a furious expression. It was one of those expressions only women could master, a mix of insult, anger, and indignation. "I saw what you were doing! How could you!?" She was a very pretty girl, though she was very small. Her dark hair was cut short and, from the way she moved, Mirai could tell that she was a fighter of some kind, though clearly not up to his level. Her hands were rough and callused, her eyes were hard and dark. She clearly wasn't any kind of a threat...well...not to a Saiyan, anyway.

"But I wasn't doing anything!" How strange to see Gohan in this world. He wasn't even wearing the gi Mirai had imagined him in, but trousers and a white shirt with a badge on it. He carried a school bag in one hand and chased after the dark haired girl. "Come on, I was just helping Eraser with her homework. I don't even know why you're so upset!"

The girl stopped and Mirai could feel her anger mounting, no doubt Gohan could, too, because he took a cautious step backwards. "If you don't know, then I'm not going to tell you!" She nearly screamed before marching off.

Wow.

Mirai swallowed hard. He hadn't been expecting to see his master with a girlfriend. Ick. It was like finding out that your parents still...ewww. Mirai shook his head to rid himself of his master doing THAT sort of thing with anyone. It just wasn't right.

Still, he had come here to see Gohan and he wasn't leaving until that was done. Gently, Mirai let his power level rise high enough for Gohan to feel him. The power rise had the desired effect and Gohan looked up instead of chasing after the irate girl.

Gohan gaped up for a moment and then broke out in a wide smile. Strangely, he didn't immediately fly up to meet Mirai. He made a waving gesture, signaling Mirai to follow him after he'd looked carefully around. Mirai did follow where Gohan had gone, floating above the crowds that Gohan walked easily through, smiling and making polite chic-chat with the people he passed. When Gohan stopped walking he was behind the school, with no one around.

Looking up at Mirai with a bright, innocent smile that seemed foreign on the face of the teenage Gohan of Mirai's memory, yet so reminiscent of the eight-year-old Gohan Mirai had met just a short time ago.

"Mirai Trunks!" Gohan shot straight up at Mirai and embraced him warmly. Trunks couldn't help but smile when he hugged Gohan back. "It's been so long! You look just the same. Do Bulma and Vegeta know you're back, yet?"

"No." Mirai held onto Gohan's arms and they studied each other. Gohan had no scar on his face and still had both arms, how very odd. He remembered his master Gohan hugging him as a child in a one armed embrace and this was so different. Still, it was a good sign. Gohan looked happy and healthy, so Mirai couldn't complain much. "I came straight here, but I expect my father and yours now I'm here now that I raised my power level. I wanted to see you first. I've been waiting to meet you as an adult. Weird. You're so different, but so much like I remember you."

With a self-conscious chuckle, Gohan moved away from Mirai, still floating. Mirai couldn't help the disappointed feeling when Gohan had moved away from him. It felt so good to have his master back.

"Come on! Bulma's gonna want to see you and I think Vegeta will, too. With any luck, we'll catch him out of the Gravity Room. I can't wait to see Bulma's face. Right now you, well, chibi-Trunks is only eight, so is my little brother, Goten."

His excitement was infectious and Mirai found himself smiling, too. Yes. It would be good to see his...sort of his parents. Mirai's mom was still in his future and she was a widow.

Vegeta-

Vegeta looked up from his newspaper when the two boys came flying towards the Capsule Corporation headquarters that doubled as the Brief's family home. Slowly, Vegeta set his newspaper down on the table and stood.

"Woman." He called, knowing that Bulma was just in the other room. "Come here."

Bulma came in, wiping her greasy hands on her overalls. "What's up?" She asked. She used one hand to brush blue/green hair out of her eyes and that left a streak of oil across her forehead, which she either didn't notice or didn't care about.

Vegeta nodded slightly in the direction the two boys were coming, knowing that Bulma's weak human eyes wouldn't be able to see anything, yet. "Watch." It was a pity humans had such weak eyes, but it wasn't her fault. All humans had weak eyes. Vegeta knew humans could train themselves to be stronger, that little human, Kurrin, had, after all. Vegeta wouldn't want Bulma go to through such training, though. Discretely, Vegeta looked at Bulma, who was staring out the window. She was truly the most beautiful and intelligent human and he couldn't imagine having her hurt or worse by training. No. Humans simply weren't built for fighting.

Especially not his mate.

"Veggie-chan," Bulma asked, squinting her eyes to see into the clear sky. "What am I looking for?"

"We have visitors. Are the brats around?"

"I think they're in the back yard."

"Good."

It was then that Bulma could see the boys as they appeared as tiny dots on the horizon and quickly came closer and closer. Vegeta could easily see the boys as if they were standing next to him. He let no hint of expression touch his face as he looked at the future Trunks. That's what his son would look like in just a few years and Vegeta liked what he saw. The boy was strong and fast and, from what Vegeta remembered of the boy's previous visit, he was also smart.

"Ah!" Bulma cried, happily and clapped her hands together as it came clear to her who the visitors were. "My baby!" She made to run to the front door when Vegeta took her arm and pulled her to a stop. "Veggie-chan? What...?"

"What have you been doing? You're filthy." Vegeta used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the oil away from Bulma's forehead. "Do you want the brats to see you like that? You are the Queen of the Saiyan people, you know. Show some pride."

Bulma's only reply was to kiss him lightly with a little laugh and start back for the door. Over her shoulder, Bulma said, "Lucky I have you to keep me respectable, huh? Come on, let's go see the kids!"

Several days later-

Gohan-

Mirai and Gohan walked into Bulma's lab, bored. On summer break, Gohan had been more than happy when Mirai Trunks showed up, again appearing from the future he came from. He was especially happy to have the distraction since his big fight with Videl on the last day of school.

'I didn't do anything!' Gohan thought, yet again. He had replayed the incident over and over in his mind and still couldn't figure out what had made Videl so angry. 'All that happened was that Eraser asked for help with her algebra and we were just sitting down when Videl came in fuming." That was one good thing about Videl, Gohan thought. She didn't yell, like other girls. She did, however, have a glare that could rival his mom's formidable glare.

"What are you so down about?" Mirai asked, elbowing Gohan slightly.

"Just thinking about Videl."

"You mean that girl I saw you with? The one with the dark hair?"

Gohan got even more depressed. "Yeah. She's soooooooooo mad at me and she won't tell me why." Gohan slumped to the ground and started tapping his fingers on the ground. "Let's talk about something else. So, what do you think of our world?" He tried to smile, but couldn't seem to find the emotion to put behind it.

Mirai shrugged. "It's not quite what I thought it would be. It's...peaceful and quiet." He shook his head. "Strange. I guess I just have to get used to it, but I have the strongest urge to kill something."

Gohan looked at Mirai worriedly and noticed, for the first time, Mirai's pensive expression. He really did look as if he needed to release some energy. He had the same irritated look that Vegeta got if he went for to long without fighting. He rather hoped Mirai didn't get to anxious to satisfy this killing urge. "Maybe a little sparring would do you good." Gohan suggested. He wasn't really afraid that Mirai would kill anyone, but...his father was Vegeta, after all.

"Just goes to figure that there's no evil super villains for us to fight." Mirai muttered, irritably. "I can't remember the last time I went for so long without a good, long fight. It's been a whole week all ready!"

For the first time in a long time, there were no super evil villain's bent of taking over the universe and Gohan thought about what it must be like for Trunks who'd been fighting, literally since he could walk, for survival. How dull was this world where school was the most important thing most kids their age thought about and girls seemed like the biggest threats?

"Maybe my mom has something that we can do." Mirai suggested at last, though technically, the Bulma Gohan knew wasn't Mirai's mom. Bulma was Chibi Trunk's mom, but for Mirai, that was close enough. His mom had been Bulma, too, but just a different Bulma. "She always has interesting things going on in her lab. Maybe she'll let us help with something."

Gohan breathed a sigh of relief as he jumped to his feet. If there was one thing that seemed to be able to counter Mirai's Saiyan love for battle, it was his intelligence. He loved inventing and mechanical things as much as his mother did. "You're welcome to ask her, I'm sure she'd love some help from someone as smart as she is, but I don't think I'd be much help. I'm not very good with that sort of thing." Gohan smiled as another idea hit him. "If she can't think of anything, do you want to go train? Piccolo has been asking me to go visit him for a while. I think he's bored being up on Kami's look out with no one to talk to but Dende." Gohan almost laughed at the thought of poor Piccolo having nothing to do up there.

Of course, Piccolo took very good care of Dende, but Dende didn't like fighting. Though Piccolo was teaching Dende as best as he could, the young Namekian was far to much of a peace-lover to ever make a good fighter. Piccolo must have been going stir crazy up there. He couldn't leave, because Dende was still to young and to weak to protect himself. It was Piccolo's job to not only teach Dende to protect himself, but to make sure no one tried to hurt Dende until such time as Dende was safe on his own.

"I've never trained with Piccolo." Mirai commented, scratching his head of purple hair as they make their way into the workshop that was practically hidden behind the large house that was next to the Capsule Corporation building that was on the left of the home. "Is he any good?"

To the right of the Brief's home was Vegeta's all-important Gravity Room. Behind the house, right next to Chibi-Trunks' swing set, was Bulma laboratory. The laboratory itself was clean and well organized, though it had the signs of often being in use as it was where Bulma did the majority of her inventing. At the back of the laboratory was a set of doors that led to Bulma's "thinking area". It was the back part of the lab, where Bulma made all of her prototypes for future inventions.

It was a well-known rule that no one was to EVER go to Bulma's thinking area. She had hinted often at having a number of dangerous inventions that were only half completed, making them all the more dangerous. She didn't even like Vegeta going back there. "Believe it or not, there's more dangerous things in this world than just fighting. I don't want to lose you so soon, Veggie-chan." While Vegeta had bristled at being told just going into the thinking area could kill him, he had listened and never once set foot in. He was arrogant, not stupid, after all.

Usually, Bulma was the neatest, most organized of people, but her "thinking area" was a different story entirely. She claimed to do all her best inventing in the mess that was reaching ridiculous proportions. Bulma had never cleaned the large room as she said she'd lose ideas if she misplaced anything.

Gohan chuckled at Mirai's question about Piccolo. "Didn't I ever tell you that he's the one who trained me? When I was little, my dad died for the first time. Mr. Piccolo trained me for most of my life. He's just great!" Gohan's face was open with his obvious love for the Namekian warrior. Piccolo had been a big influence on Gohan's life, so much that even as a teenager, Gohan was still dressing like the Namek he idolized, complete with the turban and orange pointy shoes.

Mirai grinned at his friend. "Yeah, but is he any good? I mean, you're not the hardest person to fight, you know. He could be a real weakling."

Gohan slapped Mirai on the shoulder lightly. "Try me out, pal! I say that little comment deserves a fight, at the very least!" They both smiled. Fighting, as it was for all Saiyans, was what they lived to do. It made one's blood rush and awakened all one's senses in a terrible, wonderful manner. Gohan was, perhaps, the most peaceful Saiyan ever to be born, and even he wouldn't walk away from a good fight.

After looking around the empty laboratory for a minute Mirai shrugged his shoulders. "I guess mom isn't here after all. Well, let's go see this Mr. Piccolo and see if he wants to fight."

They were just about to leave when both heard a crash followed by, "Whoops. Sorry, Trunks." Come from the back of the laboratory. In fact, it wasn't coming from the back of the laboratory, but the thinking area. Both teenagers stopped at the voice.

"That was my little brother." Gohan said, worried. He had a good reason to be worried. Whenever Goten and Chibi-Trunks got together.

"Jeeze, Goten, be careful. You don't want my mom to find us in here, she'll go nuts."

Mirai and Gohan nodded at each other and started walking towards the voices. Chibi-Trunks had a tendency to get himself and his friend into trouble when they were left alone for to long, and it was for this reason that both children were forbidden to go into Bulma's lab. Chibi-Trunks was very intelligent, even as a child, and might just understand enough of Bulma's work to do something very dangerous.

Mirai and Gohan were just in time to see Goten walk up into a machine that looked vaguely like Mirai's time travel machine. Both teenagers swallowed nervously. "Did your mom make another time machine?" Gohan asked, pointing to the machine.

"Not that I know of." Mirai answered. "It looks a little different from the time travel machine, though." To his trained eye, there were several differences and those were just on the outside. Mirai had a great deal of experience with time travel and had even developed a working model of his own. It was still experimental, though.

"Come on, Goten, let's see what this thing can do." Chibi-Trunks said enthusiastically from inside the machine. Mirai and Gohan began to walk to the machine to stop the boys from doing any damage.

"But, Trunks, what do all these buttons do?" Goten asked.

"Beats me. Mom won't tell me what this thing does, but I'm sure I can figure it out. After all, my mom wouldn't make anything really dangerous."

The sounds of buttons being pushed and childish laughter from Goten could be heard. "Hey, Trunks, what does this button do?"

"Push it and find out, dummy."

With terrified expressions, Mirai and Gohan started running and quickly turned to flying toward Bulma's invention. Gohan was praying. 'Please, don't let it do anything! Please, just this once, I hope Bulma's experiment is a failure!'

The machine started to glow and the door began to rise up. Gohan shouted, "Faster!" And they flew right into the machine just before the door swung closed.

Goten looked up from a shiny red button marked, in big black letters, "DO NOT TOUCH!" His finger was pressing it.

VEGETA-

Vegeta was looking for his children and had entered the lab just in time to see the large, awkward machine his mate had been working on for quite some time vanish. At the same instant he felt the power of his children, along with Gohan and Goten, vanish.

His eyes twitched.

His children.

The only Saiyan children in the universe.

The future of his race.

Gone.

The King of the Saiyans threw back his head and a glow of golden energy surrounded him. "ARRRRRRRRRR!" He roared in fury. The clutter of his mate's thinking area were thrown back against the wall with the force of Vegeta's rage before they went though the wall and ended up in the backyard.

GOKU-

Goku was fishing when he felt the disappearance of his two children and his eyes popped open in shock for a moment. He dropped his fishing pole in the river and, in his mind, tried to find the energy signature that was unique to his son.

Nothing.

'This isn't good.' Goku, almost without thinking, lifted off the ground and flew up until he was above the trees of his mountain top home. It wasn't just Gohan and Goten, either. There were two other energy signatures that were missing. Big and little Trunks were gone, too. They hadn't died, it wasn't the same feeling Goku remembered feeling when his friends had died. 'It's like they just vanished.' Goten could usually be found with Trunks at Capsule Corps and Gohan had said he was visiting Mirai.'

Goku, with a serious look in his usually good humored face, turned in the direction of the Brief's home and set off as fast as he could. Goku felt a surge of great power and knew that Vegeta had discovered his children missing.

'Kami help whoever did this.' Goku thought. 'If Vegeta gets his hands on them, he'll kill them. If I get my hands on them first,' Goku's brown eyes flickered green for just an instant as he thought about what he'd do to anyone who'd dared to hurt or take his children. 'I'll make them hurt. I'll make them hurt a lot.'

IN THE MACHINE-

Chibi-Trunks looked up at his older self and Gohan. "Hi. What's going on?"

Gohan slapped himself on the forehead. "What are you doing? Bulma's going to kill you when she finds out you're playing in here!"

Mirai, in the meantime, was looking around the machine. Nothing terrible seemed to be happening, yet. In fact, nothing was happening at all. With a stern look at his younger self, Mirai examined the controls of the machine. This did not look good.

Gohan leaned down to look at his brother. "Didn't you read the button? I'm sure Bulma wrote 'do not touch' for a very good reason."

"But, Gohan," Goten looked at him with large, innocent eyes. "I couldn't read it."

"You can read, don't lie!" Gohan scolded. "I taught you to read myself!"

"But it's true." Trunks stuck up for his friend. "Goten's to short. He just reached up and pushed buttons at random."

"What other buttons did you push, Goten?" Mirai asked from where he was staring at the control panels.

Goten shrugged. "I don't know. A whole bunch of them." He sounded rather proud of this.

"What's wrong?" Gohan asked Mirai, seeing his friend scowl at the computer. Gohan was rather intelligent himself, but Mirai was way beyond him when it came to this sort of technology.

"If this is what I think it is, then we are in very, very big trouble."

Chibi-Trunks looked at Goten. "You got us in trouble again."

Goten looked like he was going to cry. "You started it. "

"Did not."

"Did to. You wanted to see what your mom was working on, remember? I wanted to eat, but you said you wanted to play first."

Trunks, like his father, tried to show no emotion, but he did blush. Trunks covered the blush by turning away from Goten and looking at his feet, letting his purple hair fall over his face.

Mirai continued, speaking more to Gohan than to the younger children. "I don't know exactly what this is, but we are traveling. This is a ship of some kind, but I don't think it's a time machine."

At his words, the ship rocked violently. "What was that?" Goten clutched onto Chibi-Trunks and looked around. "Is someone attacking us?"

"I don't feel any Ki, so maybe it's just someone using weapons." Gohan answered. Ki was the energy that they could all sense when they were attacked by another person. Guns and such were not really a big problem. People were problems.

Another blast shook them and Gohan, seeing Chibi-Trunks and Goten staggaring unsteadily, instinctively bent down to his knees to hold onto the children when he heard a baby's wail. His eyes shot open and he looked around, confused. Under the only table in the small room was a tiny bundle in a pink cotton blanket. "Oh, no." Gohan picked the bundle up and, afraid that he all ready knew what was wrapped in the blankets, peeled back the blanket to reveal a tiny, pink face framed with blue/green curls. "Bra?"

Trunks nodded. "Mom asked me to watch her for a few minutes, so I brought her along." Trunks frowned at the tiny baby. "Sisters are such a pain!" He declared.

Gohan's mind was swamped with images of what Vegeta would do to him if little Bra got even the tiniest of scratches. Gohan started to sweat as thoughts of Vegeta doing terrible, horrible things to him flooded his brain. Vegeta was not evil any more, but Bra was Vegeta's little princess and he practically worshipped her. Gohan held Bra close to his chest for protection. Whatever happened, he had to get Bra home, safe and sound.

Planet Vegeta in another dimension-

King Vegeta-

From the balcony of his castle, King Vegeta looked up at the sky of his world and examined the stars. He knew that up there Frieza's ship was lurking, skulking around Vegetasai as if waiting to move in for the kill. King Vegeta growled. He hated Frieza, as did his father, before the old man had died, but there was no one on the planet that was powerful enough to challenge the alien who had basically enslaved his people. His proud, warrior race as a slave to that purple slug thing.

The thought made King Vegeta shudder. The first and last time he'd tried to defy the conqueror, ten thousand of his people, including children, were slaughtered. An example, Frieze had laughingly told him. Now, Vegeta didn't dare to challenge the authority of Frieza. What good was a freed people, if there were no people left?

It was tempting, though, to order an all out assault on Frieza's ship.

At least his people would die in a blaze of glory instead of in a slave's collar. Logic prevailed however, and King Vegeta waited. He waited for the prophecy to come true. The legendary Super Saiyan, who had strength unrivaled, would one day be born from the ranks of the Saiyan people. It was that warrior, King Vegeta believed, who would free them from Frieza.

It was all a secret from Frieze, though. King Vegeta couldn't hide the heightened training programs, designed to encourage a super Saiyan to be created, from Frieza's agents, but he could hide the legend. No one knew King Vegeta's plan, except for his chief guard. Vegeta had told no one that he was trying to create one Super Saiyan to kill Frieza.

'If only I knew how to create a super Saiyan.' King Vegeta thought, dejectedly. He was pretty sure that it had to do with more intense training, but so far that hadn't done a thing. Oh, the soldiers were stronger and faster than ever before, but still, there was no sign of the golden hair or green eyes that was the mark of a Super Saiyan. 'I admit it...I'm clueless. Maybe this was a foolish idea, but what else can I do? My whole planet couldn't destroy Frieza, but one Super Saiyan could, I'm sure of it!'

"Sire." King Vegeta didn't bother to turn and face his chief guard, Kakarot. Kakarot was the only one who was allowed to wander the palace halls this time of night and the only one King Vegeta trusted to do anything of importance.

"Yes?"

"We seem to have a shuttle heading this way."

King Vegeta's expression never changed. "One of Frieza's shuttles?" They should be due for a visit shortly. The Ginyu force like to show up and "pose" for them every now and again. It was embarrassing enough to be forced to watch the little cheer leading squad, but the fact that those idiots had been the ones to conquer the Saiyans was enough to make one want to be ill.

Kakarot shook his head, coming to stand next to his king. He was tall and stood almost two heads taller than his king. "No, sire. I've never seen a ship like this before. It's been attacked and is falling rather unsteadily. I expect that it was passing by and one of Frieza's men fired on it."

"Any survivors?"

"We're not sure, yet. It's still falling, but it will land quite close to the palace." Kakarot paused for a moment. "It seems to me that someone is trying to control the fall of the ship, so I think there must be one survivor. I don't know if they'll live through the crash, though...in fact, there it is, now." Kakarot pointed up at the night sky and indicated what seemed to be a falling star.

King Vegeta watched for a moment and the shuttle came closer and closer. Soon, he could see that it was indeed a very small shuttle of some kind. The ship would tilt and then straighten itself for a moment before spinning wildly. Out of the corner of his eye, Vegeta saw Kakarot tap his scouter.

"Well?" King Vegeta asked impatiently.

Kakarot said nothing for a moment. "I...I believe that they have power."

"You don't seem certain." That was unusual. Kakarot was a very good judge of power level and if he couldn't tell then King Vegeta was worried.

"Let's see if they survive the crash and then I'll tell you once I see them in person." They watched together as the shuttle fell and fell and Kakarot's face fell with dismay when he realized where the shuttle was going to land. "My pond!" Kakarot possessed a strange fondness for fish, and as a result of him being the favorite of King Vegeta, Kakarot had a pond of fish in the royal garden. He kept trying to grow them bigger and bigger until the biggest one was now seven feet long and weighed more than two hundred pounds.

King Vegeta allowed himself a moment to pat his friend's back. "I'll have another built for you."

Kakarot looked like he wanted to cry. "It won't be the same!"

The ship crashed violently, despite the best efforts of the pilot who was obviously trying to control it, sending up a cloud of dust and water. King Vegeta looked at Kakarot. "Shall we?"

"Might as well." Both men flew off the balcony and down to the royal gardens just in time to see the door of the shuttle (which had only barely survived impact) fall open. Kakarot readied himself for battle, as any good Saiyan would, and stood next to his King. King Vegeta waited patiently until they heard voices from inside. Children's voices.

"That was stupid!"

"I didn't hear you offering any better suggestions." Another voice, older this time, answered. "I can't help it if this thing has no windows. How was I supposed to know we were falling?"

"Let's not worry about that, is everyone all right?" This was another young voice. "Let's go see what's out there."

A head with dark, spiked hair poked out of the shuttle and his gaze immediately landed on Vegeta and Kakarot. His eyes widened with shock and then he poked his head inside. "Guys, come on out. You're not going to believe this!"

Kakarot whispered to King Vegeta, "They seem to have very little power, sire. Just under four hundred for that boy." Another head poked out of the shuttle entrance, this time it was a young man with straight lavender hair.

"I was right." The new boy said over his shoulder, presumably to the others. "This is a different dimension, just remember everything I told you." The boy stepped out of the ship, watching them warily. "Are you going to attack us?" He didn't sound afraid, just cautious.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow at the boy. He was practical, if nothing else. "Perhaps. Why are you on my world and what race do you belong to?" He wanted answers. They could be spies from Frieze, but that wasn't really Frieza's style at all.

He hesitated only a moment before, "You can call me Mirai, my friends are inside. Come on out, guys." He called to the others without taking his eyes off the others. "I don't think we're in danger."

Out of the shuttle came three more boys, one teenager and two children. Mirai introduced them all. "This is my, er, brother, Chibi-Trunks and his friend Goten and Goten's brother Gohan. Gohan's holding my sister, Bra."

While this was going on, Goten was staring at Kakarot. "Hey, Gohan, he looks just like daddy." The child pointed at Kakarot.

The boy holding the baby, Gohan, stepped in front of the child and smiled widely. "Don't listen to him! Goten, keep quiet for once, will you?" He hissed over his shoulder.

King Vegeta picked up on the resemblance, though. It was pretty difficult to miss. The child Goten and his brother looked like younger versions of Kakarot. In fact, Goten was exactly like Vegeta remembered Kakarot as a child. King Vegeta slowly turned to his guard. "They do look slightly like you, Kakarot. Did you forget to tell me that you had children?" To his knowledge, Kakarot had no mate and, therefore, had no children. Gohan, for some reason, was dressed like one of those weakling Namekians, though he was clearly not one of them. In fact, most of these boys felt rather like Saiyans.

That couldn't be. Two of them had purple hair and not one of them had a tail.

Kakarot looked as bewildered as King Vegeta. "Not that I've noticed."

Chibi-Trunks glared up at King Vegeta. King Vegeta, unused to such surliness from children, glared back. "What are you staring at, brat?" As far as he was concerned, children had no place in his palace.

Chibi-Trunks crossed his arms, a habit he'd gotten from his father. "You are NOT my father!" He declared coldly.

King Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "I have no children, so I can agree with that comment."

Goten looked from King Vegeta to Chibi-Trunks. "How do you know, Trunks? He looks just like your dad."

"My dad is a lot stronger than that geek." Chibi-Trunks sniffed and turned slightly from Vegeta with a superior smile on his face. "My dad could wipe the floor with him!"

King Vegeta's eye twitched, just once, before he opened his mouth to yell, but the other child, Goten interrupted.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. He isn't very strong, is he." Then Goten looked at Kakarot. "He's not as strong as my dad, either. I guess they just look like our dads."

King Vegeta and Kakarot, the most powerful Saiyans in the universe, stared at each other in disbelief.