Chapter 2
Goku-
When Goku arrived at the Brief's home, he found Vegeta giving a tree a death glare that would have killed a lesser tree. As well as he knew Vegeta, Goku was shocked to see that Vegeta hadn't destroyed the tree. However, it wasn't exactly a good sign. With Vegeta's temper, it really was better if he released his anger and not keep it bottled up inside. Standing with his arms crossed, as usual, the only thing that showed how truly upset Vegeta was, was that his foot was tapping uncontrollable and Vegeta didn't seem to notice that he was doing it.
Goku landed lightly, slightly behind Vegeta. "What happened?" Goku asked immediately, with an abnormally serious voice. "I felt the children vanish." Goku asked this, even though he was pretty sure Vegeta didn't know what had happened. If he had, Vegeta surely wouldn't be just standing there.
Goku still hadn't told Chi-Chi what the feared had happened for fear of upsetting her, in fact, he hadn't even gone home. No matter how strong and brave Chi-Chi was, Goku knew that she was really a very gentle and frail woman. If she thought her sons had been killed, it would destroy her.
Vegeta didn't even look at Goku, his gaze steady on the tree outside his home as he tried to control himself. Vegeta would rather die than admit to feelings such as worry for his children. Even though the narrow set of his eyes and the vein bulging in his forehead was enough to tell anyone who looked how upset he was. Goku knew Vegeta was stubborn about his emotions, but he couldn't understand why. To Goku, there was no reason for hiding what you felt or thought.
"My mate is trying to figure out what happened." Vegeta growled. "The brats were in her laboratory and they did something, but she doesn't know what, yet. I will kill them once they get home." Vegeta growled this last out and Goku knew that Vegeta was just letting off steam. He would no more hurt the children than Goku would. Vegeta's massive power was being held in check by his enormous self control, and Goku didn't miss the small stones around Vegeta's feet lifting off the ground every time Vegeta's control slipped a bit, only to be dropped once the prince of Saiyans pulled himself together.
It was an odd arrangement, some people would think. For two people who used to be deadly enemies, Goku and Vegeta had created a strange relationship. They still fought, but mostly for fun. In reality, Goku had become as much of a father figure to Chibi-Trunks as Vegeta was and Goku knew full well that Gohan and Goten spent much of their time with Vegeta. In a very real way, Goku and Vegeta were both fathers to all four children.
"Veggie-Chan! Goku! Come here, I've figured it out!" Both Saiyan's turned to look at Bulma who was standing in the doorway of her lab and waving to them. She looked very serious and Goku could see streaks of drying tears on her cheeks.
"She was upset." Vegeta said quietly, with uncharacteristic tenderness when he looked at his wife. "When she saw the children were gone...she cried. Don't mention it to her. I don't want her to start crying again."
Goku and Vegeta wasted no time in flying to her side and she led them into the lab, stepping over the debris of what was probably the result of Vegeta's finding out the children had vanished. "They used my Dimension Shifter, that big machine you saw vanish, Veggie-Chan." Bulma told them. Through the lab and to the back room, Bulma led them. "This means that they could be anywhere in any reality." Her face was grim, but she didn't start crying again. Goku knew, probably even better than Vegeta, that Bulma was a remarkably strong woman. She always had been, even when they were children. "They might be floating in empty space, for all I know."
"Can we get them back?" Goku asked, keeping his voice even. He, of course, had no clue what a Dimension Shifter was, but it didn't sound good. They could always use the Dragon Balls, but it would take time to gather them up and Goku really wanted the children home. Now!
Bulma gave Goku an irritated look, the one that said she thought he was insulting her somehow. "After all the time you've known me, Goku, you should know that I don't build things without ways to control them! With Trunks, I have to prepare for everything, that boy gets into more trouble than you used to!" As she was saying this, Bulma rummaged around on her desk, cluttered with papers and tiny electronic gadgets, as she searched for something. "Now, where is it?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "You need to organize this dump."
Ignoring Vegeta, Bulma suddenly found whatever she was looking for and held it up triumphantly. It looked like a TV remote control with a few buttons and controls on it.
Goku's smile drooped a little and Vegeta asked, "What is that, woman?" Neither of them were great technological geniuses.
"It's sort of a tracking device, like the Dragon Radar we use for tracking the Dragon Balls. I can't actually bring the Dimension Shifter back here as the kids may have left it and if they aren't in it when it gets back here, there will be no way to ever find them again." Her eyes filled with worry at the thought that she might never see her precious children again. "It's best that we use it as a sort of beacon. At least then we can find whatever world they're on with the tracking device in the Dimension Shifter."
Goku trusted Bulma's word, but Vegeta saw only one problem with this. "Even if this thing can find the brats, how do we get to them?"
"Oh, you silly." Bulma patted Vegeta on the cheek, one of the privileges of being mated to the sour tempered prince was being able to touch him without fear, much to his irritation. "Have faith, my darling prince. Do you really think I would invent something like a machine that can cross dimensions and not make a back-up?" Despite the devastation of the room, Bulma still seemed to know exactly where everything was. She walked to the wall of her lab and moved a painting to one side, revealing a control panel of some kind. With a push of one of the buttons on the panel, the wall moved, sliding to the side and revealing a side room with a large ship in it. "This is the spare Dimension Shifter."
Goku's eyes almost popped out of his head as he realized something rather disturbing. "How many do you have hanging around the place?" For some reason it worried him that Bulma had this kind of thing hanging around.
Bulma shrugged. "About as many time machines as I have hidden away, but that's not really here nor there, now is it?" She obviously didn't care to answer the question, a fact that slightly disturbed Goku. "Now, do you both want to go, or should I go on my own?"
Vegeta quickly grabbed the tracker from her and said in his normal superior tone, "You are not going, woman. You would be next to useless if the brats are trapped in a battle situation and I don't need to waste my time worrying about you."
For a moment, Bulma looked as if she would explode before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "All right, Veggie-Chan. I trust you. Can you remember the instructions if I give them to you? Do you want me to write them down?"
"I'm bright enough to remember, thank you." Vegeta groused. He stiffened, as if he was about to do something painful. "I...Keep yourself safe. Who knows what trouble you'll get yourself into if I'm not here to take care of you."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Bulma put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I love you, too."
Vegeta blushed and pushed himself away from Bulma, though Goku though it was cute, really. Vegeta made such a show of not caring, yet his had toned down his strength enough that he could push Bulma away without hurting her. That showed a great deal about Vegeta, Goku decided.
They made ready to go, stepping into the Dimension Shifter, and Goku looked at Bulma before Vegeta closed the door. "Will you do me a favor and tell Chi-Chi what's going on if we're not back before dark? She worries."
Goku stepped into the Dimension Shifter after Vegeta and, as Bulma watched, they both vanished.
Alternate reality, planet Vegetasai-
Gohan-
They'd been in this new reality for just a day and King Vegeta had given them all leave to live in the castle until they were ready to go home. 'He seems just the same as our Vegeta.' Gohan thought as he looked down at his new clothes and pulled them to fit right.
"Nameks are weak and are just begging to be conquered. I'd rather not have the insult of you dressing as one while you're my guest." King Vegeta had said when he gave Gohan a new outfit of a traditional Saiyan male. It wasn't the military uniform Gohan had first seen Vegeta in, the blue suit with armor, but it was for the civilians. Like all things Saiyan, the outfit was utilitarian rather than attractive. The material was undyed, but it was stronger than any other fabric Gohan had seen, outside of Vegeta's uniform.
"We're going to have to be careful." Mirai said from where he sat on the bed. Right now they were in the room Gohan had been given and Mirai seemed to be trying to figure out a plan. "You know my father better than I do, do you think this one's at all like the Vegeta you know?"
"Yes." Gohan turned away from the mirror and sat beside Mirai. "They're so alike, there's really no difference. Funny, I wonder why he's king here, but in our world, he still calls himself a prince? His father is dead in both worlds, so shouldn't our Vegeta be a king, too?"
"Who knows?" Mirai lay back and stared up at the high ceiling. "We don't know anything about these people, Gohan. Aside from what little my father's told you, we have no idea how to behave or how we're going to be treated. I think one thing is pretty obvious, though."
"What's that?" Gohan looked over his shoulder to the other side of the bed. It was thankfully very big, and Goten and Chibi-Trunks were both soundly asleep on the other side of bed, curled up together like puppies.
"We can't let King Vegeta, or anyone else from this world, get their hands on mom's machine. I don't want to think about what would happen if legions of Saiyans started marching across Earth."
"Yeah, that would be pretty bad. But," Gohan jumped up and went to look out the window at the soldiers who patrolled the castle. They were dressed just as Gohan remembered Vegeta dressing the first time they'd met. "Is it just me or do they seem a lot weaker than we thought they'd be? I always pictured all Saiyan's to be incredibly powerful. These guys all have about the same power level as an average Namekian, despite what King Vegeta says about Namekian's being weak."
"They haven't had to fight Vegeta, Frieza, King Cold, several androids, Cell, and Buu." Mirai chuckled. "I guess the old saying is true. What doesn't kill me just makes me stronger. It must be especially true for Saiyans."
"I don't trust them." Gohan said suddenly. "The king didn't give any reason for letting us stay and I don't think he's the type who would do that for just anyone." He didn't like being distrusting, but Piccolo had trained him well. There had to be a reason for all this generosity and Gohan wanted to know what the price for all this would be.
"That just shows how smart you are." Mirai said easily.
Frankly, Gohan rather thought King Vegeta was curious about them and what the other Vegeta was like and he was trying to figure out a way to ask. Mirai had also, once they were alone, warned Gohan against letting Goten and Chibi-Trunks be alone for to long. They definitely needed a baby sitter and, since Mirai was the only one capable of repairing the machine that had brought them here, it fell to Gohan to keep the two boys out of trouble along with keeping Bra safe.
The two boys were both sound asleep on the large bed, curled up against each other while Bra was asleep laying next to Trunks. She was still so small and Mirai seemed fascinated with her ever since their arrival. Gohan had to remind himself that this was the first time Mirai had ever seen his sister. At that thought, Bra woke up with a wail.
Gohan picked her up and cradled her close to him. Luckily, this wasn't this first time he'd been stuck baby-sitting. "Bra is getting hungry, again, and she's got the legendary Saiyan appetite. I suppose this food must be safe, it's what your father grew up eating, after all." Gohan tried again to comfort Bra who was fussing for food, but she was very stubborn and demanded what her stomach wanted. Luckily, Bra was just old enough that she'd stopped nursing, for which Bulma said she was eternally grateful, and could eat some solid foods.
"They've left us some fruit." Mirai stood up and went to a table laid out with a generous amount of food, which he examined carefully before choosing a lumpy purple fruit and took a bite. It was one of the nicer things about a planet full of Saiyans. Every table in the palace was stocked full of food, continuously being filled as guests and the royal family ate. Mirai chewed for a bit and finally nodded, deciding that it was safe. "It tastes kind of like a peach. We'll have to soften it for her first, since she doesn't have many teeth, but it should be fine. I think."
"You think?" Gohan asked, worriedly taking the fruit from Mirai and crushing it in his hand until light blue juice ran down his arm. "Well, I hope you're right. If anything happens to Bra your father's going to pull my intestines out through my nose and he won't be gentle about it."
As Gohan carefully fed Bra, keeping fingers well away from her ravenous mouth, he thought that this was a very weird place. Gohan tried to think of his father coming from this world, or at least, one very much like this world. Difficult. Even his father's double, Kakarot, wasn't what Gohan had expected him to be. He wasn't as vile tempered as many of the other Saiyan's appeared to be, but he was far more serious than Goku and acted slightly more intelligent. He was King Vegeta's best friend and main bodyguard. They acted like friends, not rivals, though Kakarot was definitely King Vegeta's servant and Gohan had a hard thinking of his dad as being anyone's servant.
The palace guards, when they weren't guarding, spent most of their time training, though Gohan thought Mr. Piccolo fought harder than the guards did. Heck, Gohan knew he'd fought better when he was eight!
"Gohan," Mirai said, pulling Gohan out of his thoughts. "I'm going to go work on the ship. We should get out of here as soon as possible. He headed for the window that overlooked the courtyard where the ship had crash landed and looked down at it. "I'm going to do my best to keep the Saiyans away from it, just in case they get a little to curious." Mirai floated up in the air and was about to fly out the window when he looked at Gohan over his shoulder. "By the way, the boys are gone."
Gohan looked sharply back at the bed, hoping that Mirai was joking, but, to Gohan's horror, the bed was indeed empty and the door that led to the hallway ws standing open. "Oh, no." Gohan groaned before, still carrying Bra who was sucking the last of the blueish juice from Gohan's fingers, he dashed away, desperate to find the two children before they got themselves into trouble. 'No, not now. Not here. Please, let them keep out of trouble until I find them.' Gohan thought. Gohan took off in search of the mischievous duo, trying to pick up their ki as he wandered the palace halls.
He hadn't gone more than a dozen paces, though, before he heard Goten's voice call out. "Gohan!"
Gohan looked up at the yell to see both Goten and Chibi-Trunks running down the hall at him, both looking excited and a little worried. "It grew back, Gohan!" Chibi-Trunks yelled. "Just now, it grew back!"
Both boys turned and showed him their backsides and Gohan almost had a heart attack when he saw their tails, protruding from the top of their pants. Still, he had to keep a level head. It was his responsibility to look after the boys. "No problem, don't worry." Putting Bra in the crock of one arm, Gohan took a hold of Goten's tail. "Just hold still, Goten. This might hurt a bit."
"Stop!" Everyone looked up at the yell to see King Vegeta looking furious and disgusted. "What do you think you're doing?!" He demanded from Gohan as he stalked closer.
"Um, I...Well, I'm going to take their tails off." Gohan answered, thinking that perhaps he should have waited until he could have gotten them somewhere private instead of a hallway before he tried to take their tails. Maybe Mirai would let Gohan use his sword. Now that he thought about it, back when he first met Vegeta, Vegeta did seem to get upset when he thought of Saiyans without tails.
King Vegeta's eyes almost popped out of his head. "YOU WHAT!!!"
Gohan tried not to sweat and remember that this was not the Vegeta he knew. This one wasn't nearly so powerful, though he was just as intimidating, he wasn't a real threat to their lives. "Well, we all had our tails removed when we were kids so if they grow back, we just take them off..." Gohan stopped talking and he bit his lip. "Oh, no." He mumbled. The place right above his butt was itching and he'd felt this before. He knew what was coming. A sudden jolt of pain and his tail was back, again, ripping through his pants. "Oh, man!" He whined. Now he was going to have to have Mirai rip his tail off! How embarrassing!
Goten giggled. "You ripped your pants, Gohan. I can see your butt!" He pointed and fell on the floor laughing as if it were the funniest thing in the world.
"You never told me you were Saiyans!" King Vegeta said. "Why did you hide this?" King Vegeta just stared at them. "Who removed your tails?" He asked, acidly, as if the very thought were sacrilege. The king walked around them, examining them from all angles, his eyes resting on Chibi-Trunks' purple hair and the purple threads in the fur on Chibi-Trunks tail.
"My mom." Chibi-Trunks said, not missing the king's look. "She took mine and Goten's off when we were born and Piccolo took off Gohan's when he was little. It's just so we won't turn into big monkeys." Chibi-Trunks swished his tail around, wrapping around his waist like a belt as his father used to do.
"Big monkeys? Were you raised by savages? We are not big monkey's we transform into Ozaro's, one of the greatest forms a Saiyan can have. It's a glorious time and should be reveled in. I can't believe you just let your tails be pulled off." King Vegeta said, shuddering in disbelief. "What kind of mother do you have to have purple hair, anyway? All Saiyans have brown hair."
"A great mom." Chibi-Trunks answered, his eyes narrowing as he thought he heard an insult against his mom. "She's the smartest person in the whole universe."
King Vegeta took a deep breath, calming himself before he growled, "I forbid you to remove your tails while you're here. That...that's the most horrible thing I've ever heard of!" Taking off a child's tail to prevent their glorious transformation? What insanity! "Are you telling me that, in your reality, I allowed your tails to be removed by your insane mother?"
Chibi-Trunks bristled at someone calling his mother insane, but before he could say anything, another voice answered.
"Not only did you, your other self, allow it, but you tried to take off Gohan's tail yourself and a rather pitiful creature named Yajarobi sliced your tail off with a sword. In our reality, you're walking around completely tail-less."
Everyone turned to see Mirai standing in the hall, his arms crossed over his chest and grinning at the king. Mirai's tail had also grown back and it was swaying gently as if it had a mind of its own. "Don't call my mother names, your majesty. She might not have been a Saiyan, but she is a brilliant woman and the one your other self chose as a mate." Mirai's eyes narrowed, dangerously.
King Vegeta looked like he was going to be ill. "An alien? I took an alien as a mate?"
Mirai turned to Gohan. "Let them keep their tails if it'll keep the peace, Gohan. It won't hurt anything and we'll take them off before we go home."
Gohan frowned. "Are you sure about that? What if..."
"Your majesty," Mirai turned to King Vegeta. "When is the next full moon?"
"In about three years."
"Oh." Gohan said, understanding what Mirai was talking about. Vegetasai only had a full moon once every seven years and surely they'd be away from here before the three years were up. "Well, I guess it's all right, then."
"In the meantime," Mirai told Gohan again. "I need more help repairing the ship than I thought I would. Can we trust them," He pointed at Goten and Trunks. "To keep out of trouble if you help me?"
"No." Gohan answered easily, knowing how much trouble the two would get into. "But we don't have much choice, do we? You two," He looked at the two younger children. "Keep yourself out of mischief or I'm gonna tell our moms and you'll catch it when we get back."
Chibi-Trunks grumbled. "IF we get back."
But Goten, ever cheerful and optimistic, patted his friend's back. "Don't worry. I'm sure my daddy or yours will find us, soon." He said with his usual faith. "Let's play!"
"What? We're lost in another dimension and you want to play? Geeze, Goten, you're such a baby, sometimes."
"Can you think of anything better?"
"Good point." The two boys ran off and Gohan couldn't quite help the feeling of dread that grew in his stomach as they watched the children leave.
Later that day-
The Ginyu force saw the crippled ship when they landed in the courtyard of the royal palace. "What's that?" Jheese, the long haired pretty-boy of the group, asked Captain Ginyu, pointing at the bizarre looking ship.
"No clue." The horned captain, Ginyu, told his crew. Captain Ginyu was justifiably proud of his force and wanted to let them have this petty amusement. They were the strongest fighting force in the known universe and they served the greatest warlord around. Perhaps there would be someone for them to torment other than the usual, predictable Saiyans. They all listened and heard voices coming from out of the ship. "Let's go see, shall we? Someone reported shooting down a shuttle yesterday, didn't they?"
They all approached the little shuttle with great confidence. "King Vegeta shouldn't be hiding guests from us, now should he?" Reacoom said mockingly. Reacoom and Buta were the two largest, most massive members of the Ginyu force. They all shared the same opinion of Saiyans, even King Vegeta. They were weak animals who deserved nothing better than to be leashed and muzzled.
It was the smallest member of the Ginyu force, Gurd, who noticed suddenly saw a pair of boots sticking out from under the shuttle. Someone was humming tunelessly as he worked and Gurd kicked one of the booted feet. "Get out here, worm! Don't you know enough to respect your betters?"
The humming stopped and an irritated voice called out from under the ship. "Gohan!"
From inside the ship they heard another voice, "What?"
"Someone's out here. Who is it?"
A head with short, dark hair looked out and blinked at them. He looked Saiyan to Captain Ginyu's eyes, except that his hair had been cut as short as a Saiyan womans. For some reason, only Saiyan women cut their hair short, while the men let their hair grow long. The young man gave them a look of mild irritation. "It's just the Ginyu force. You want me to blast them?"
The person who was working under the ship slid out and looked up at them. He was a purple haired young man with a serious face that was covered in grease and other mess from working on the ship. If it weren't for the tail wrapped around his waist, Captain Ginyu never would have believed this purple haired boy was a Saiyan. He must be a mutant.
Now that he had an audience, Captain Ginyu was in paradise. He sent his force into an elaborate show of poses and the most intimidating war cries they had. When they'd finished ten minutes of posing, Captain Ginyu looked down to see what kind of impression they'd made.
The brown haired kid had gone back into the ship and the purple haired kid was back under the ship, humming while he worked. Both were obviously quite unimpressed.
Captain Ginyu's was in shock. How dare someone not fear him? "Come out here, you little brats!"
The boy in the ship shouted, "Go away, we're busy! Come back later."
The one under the ship, however, stuck a hand out from where he was working and pointed at them with one finger. "Final Flash."
The Ginyu force died in one flare of power that would have done Vegeta Briefs proud.
Mirai muttered. "No one calls me a brat except my father."
King Vegeta-
King Vegeta had seen the whole thing. His mouth was open in shock. That was not possible. It just wasn't possible. All Frieza's greatest fighters died from that boy's finger in one great moment? How had he gotten such power?
'I knew there was something unusual about them.' King Vegeta's mouth slowly twisted into a smile. 'I'll get that power. I'll learn and gain the power this boy has. Then...then I'll kill Frieza.'
Chibi-Trunks-
"I'm tired of hide and seek. How about another little game?" Chibi Trunks asked Goten as they wandered through the palace.
"What kind of game?"
"Well, we haven't played Ki Tag in a long time."
King Vegeta-
King Vegeta was walking to find Kakarot when he happened to see the two smaller children flying in the air above the practice field. He stopped for a moment to focus on the purple haired boy. What kind of mate did he have to produce a child with purple hair? Had he taken an alien, of all things? If the older boy, the one who'd single handedly destroyed the entire Ginyu force without breaking a sweat, then perhaps he should look for mates outside his own race. To produce children of such raw power might be an advantage. If he could raise one long enough to get rid of Frieze, then he'd gladly give up his throne to such a child.
But, it would be more to his advantage if he could get Mirai to show him how he'd gained such power.
It pleased him to see how strong the Mirai was. Maybe it was time he took a mate, after all. Kakarot had been telling him for a while that he should have an heir soon, before Frieze finally killed him. King Vegeta watched the two smaller children fly around the courtyard, barely interested in the games of such weak children. Of course, they both flew quite well, for their age. Well, one of them was, in a way, HIS son, after all, so of coarse he was strong.
King Vegeta's eyes almost fell out of his head when they began to 'play'. They're power levels had just jumped to almost 10 thousand each as they fired blasts of power at each other. That was NOT possible!
The palace soldiers, the best fighters on all of Vegetasai, watched the children play-fight. The children zapped around the sky above the courtyard with incredible speed and fired blasts of energy at each other. The Saiyan elite starred as the children played using more power than most warriors fought with. Until the lavender haired child got in a lucky blow, sending the other child to the ground and creating a large crater in the ground.
"Is he dead?" One of the Saiyans asked, looking down at the child. The little boy was still for a moment before sitting up, apparently unhurt, and glaring at his friend.
"No fair, Trunks! You cheated!"
Chibi-Trunks stuck his tongue out. "Don't act like a baby, Goten. You're just weak, that's all."
To the shock of everyone, Goten jumped up in the air and with flared into a super Saiyan. Everyone jumped back with fear, confusion, and almost reverence. No one had seen a super Saiyan in many hundreds of years, that it should happen to this little child was...unthinkable.
To add to everyone's surprise, Trunks flared into Super Saiyan, too. They started fighting again and none of the warriors could take their eyes off the action.
King Vegeta was trying to stay calm but not doing very well. How did this happen? Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the older boys, Gohan, walking down the hall toward him. King Vegeta reached out without warning and grabbed the boy's arm.
Gohan, surprised, just looked at him. "Huh?"
"How did they learn that?" King Vegeta demanded. "How did children learn to go Super Saiyan?" He was nearly yelling in the boy's face.
Gohan looked out the window at where all the action was happening and he sighed. "I give them a few directions and do they listen? No, of course not. Told them to keep a lid on the power, but they just had to...oh, never mind." After talking to himself for a minute, Gohan looked back at King Vegeta. "I'm sorry. Are they disturbing your men?" He settled the baby more comfortably in his arms. "I'll take care of it. I guess there's no reason to hide it anymore."
Before King Vegeta's eyes, Gohan flared gold and burst into Super Saiyan, his hair spiking up in gold and his eyes turning from brown to green. He flew out the window and up to the boys.
"Guys, cool it." He tried to be nice and calm, but when the children didn't even look at him, Gohan sent a wave of energy out that knocked them both back about ten feet and shook the earth.
Both looked at him as if they hadn't noticed he was there before. "What is it, Gohan?" Goten asked.
"The King wants you to cool it down. Everyone's staring." He pointed down to the crowd below.
All three powered down and flew back to the window where King Vegeta was still watching. Goten was happy enough to comply, but Chibi-Trunks glared at King Vegeta before sneering. "Weakling."
King Vegeta's eyes went wide. He knew it was true, if the boy was a super Saiyan then he was, technically, stronger. Still, his pride was prickled by being insulted by a child.
At this point, Mirai walked up behind Chibi-Trunks and slapped the back of his head. "Knock it off."
Chibi-Trunks glared at him, rubbing the back of his head where Mirai had hit him. "Well, he is. I can beat anyone on this planet!"
Mirai looked down at him. "Anyone?" He asked in a dangerously quiet voice.
Chibi-Trunks, seeing the look on Mirai's face, gulped. "Well, maybe not you..."
"Maybe you need more advanced training." Mirai replied. "I'm to busy right now, but I'm sure father will be interested to know how arrogant you are becoming."
"Father is arrogant, too!"
"Yes, but he has a right to be."
Continued...
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Goku-
When Goku arrived at the Brief's home, he found Vegeta giving a tree a death glare that would have killed a lesser tree. As well as he knew Vegeta, Goku was shocked to see that Vegeta hadn't destroyed the tree. However, it wasn't exactly a good sign. With Vegeta's temper, it really was better if he released his anger and not keep it bottled up inside. Standing with his arms crossed, as usual, the only thing that showed how truly upset Vegeta was, was that his foot was tapping uncontrollable and Vegeta didn't seem to notice that he was doing it.
Goku landed lightly, slightly behind Vegeta. "What happened?" Goku asked immediately, with an abnormally serious voice. "I felt the children vanish." Goku asked this, even though he was pretty sure Vegeta didn't know what had happened. If he had, Vegeta surely wouldn't be just standing there.
Goku still hadn't told Chi-Chi what the feared had happened for fear of upsetting her, in fact, he hadn't even gone home. No matter how strong and brave Chi-Chi was, Goku knew that she was really a very gentle and frail woman. If she thought her sons had been killed, it would destroy her.
Vegeta didn't even look at Goku, his gaze steady on the tree outside his home as he tried to control himself. Vegeta would rather die than admit to feelings such as worry for his children. Even though the narrow set of his eyes and the vein bulging in his forehead was enough to tell anyone who looked how upset he was. Goku knew Vegeta was stubborn about his emotions, but he couldn't understand why. To Goku, there was no reason for hiding what you felt or thought.
"My mate is trying to figure out what happened." Vegeta growled. "The brats were in her laboratory and they did something, but she doesn't know what, yet. I will kill them once they get home." Vegeta growled this last out and Goku knew that Vegeta was just letting off steam. He would no more hurt the children than Goku would. Vegeta's massive power was being held in check by his enormous self control, and Goku didn't miss the small stones around Vegeta's feet lifting off the ground every time Vegeta's control slipped a bit, only to be dropped once the prince of Saiyans pulled himself together.
It was an odd arrangement, some people would think. For two people who used to be deadly enemies, Goku and Vegeta had created a strange relationship. They still fought, but mostly for fun. In reality, Goku had become as much of a father figure to Chibi-Trunks as Vegeta was and Goku knew full well that Gohan and Goten spent much of their time with Vegeta. In a very real way, Goku and Vegeta were both fathers to all four children.
"Veggie-Chan! Goku! Come here, I've figured it out!" Both Saiyan's turned to look at Bulma who was standing in the doorway of her lab and waving to them. She looked very serious and Goku could see streaks of drying tears on her cheeks.
"She was upset." Vegeta said quietly, with uncharacteristic tenderness when he looked at his wife. "When she saw the children were gone...she cried. Don't mention it to her. I don't want her to start crying again."
Goku and Vegeta wasted no time in flying to her side and she led them into the lab, stepping over the debris of what was probably the result of Vegeta's finding out the children had vanished. "They used my Dimension Shifter, that big machine you saw vanish, Veggie-Chan." Bulma told them. Through the lab and to the back room, Bulma led them. "This means that they could be anywhere in any reality." Her face was grim, but she didn't start crying again. Goku knew, probably even better than Vegeta, that Bulma was a remarkably strong woman. She always had been, even when they were children. "They might be floating in empty space, for all I know."
"Can we get them back?" Goku asked, keeping his voice even. He, of course, had no clue what a Dimension Shifter was, but it didn't sound good. They could always use the Dragon Balls, but it would take time to gather them up and Goku really wanted the children home. Now!
Bulma gave Goku an irritated look, the one that said she thought he was insulting her somehow. "After all the time you've known me, Goku, you should know that I don't build things without ways to control them! With Trunks, I have to prepare for everything, that boy gets into more trouble than you used to!" As she was saying this, Bulma rummaged around on her desk, cluttered with papers and tiny electronic gadgets, as she searched for something. "Now, where is it?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "You need to organize this dump."
Ignoring Vegeta, Bulma suddenly found whatever she was looking for and held it up triumphantly. It looked like a TV remote control with a few buttons and controls on it.
Goku's smile drooped a little and Vegeta asked, "What is that, woman?" Neither of them were great technological geniuses.
"It's sort of a tracking device, like the Dragon Radar we use for tracking the Dragon Balls. I can't actually bring the Dimension Shifter back here as the kids may have left it and if they aren't in it when it gets back here, there will be no way to ever find them again." Her eyes filled with worry at the thought that she might never see her precious children again. "It's best that we use it as a sort of beacon. At least then we can find whatever world they're on with the tracking device in the Dimension Shifter."
Goku trusted Bulma's word, but Vegeta saw only one problem with this. "Even if this thing can find the brats, how do we get to them?"
"Oh, you silly." Bulma patted Vegeta on the cheek, one of the privileges of being mated to the sour tempered prince was being able to touch him without fear, much to his irritation. "Have faith, my darling prince. Do you really think I would invent something like a machine that can cross dimensions and not make a back-up?" Despite the devastation of the room, Bulma still seemed to know exactly where everything was. She walked to the wall of her lab and moved a painting to one side, revealing a control panel of some kind. With a push of one of the buttons on the panel, the wall moved, sliding to the side and revealing a side room with a large ship in it. "This is the spare Dimension Shifter."
Goku's eyes almost popped out of his head as he realized something rather disturbing. "How many do you have hanging around the place?" For some reason it worried him that Bulma had this kind of thing hanging around.
Bulma shrugged. "About as many time machines as I have hidden away, but that's not really here nor there, now is it?" She obviously didn't care to answer the question, a fact that slightly disturbed Goku. "Now, do you both want to go, or should I go on my own?"
Vegeta quickly grabbed the tracker from her and said in his normal superior tone, "You are not going, woman. You would be next to useless if the brats are trapped in a battle situation and I don't need to waste my time worrying about you."
For a moment, Bulma looked as if she would explode before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "All right, Veggie-Chan. I trust you. Can you remember the instructions if I give them to you? Do you want me to write them down?"
"I'm bright enough to remember, thank you." Vegeta groused. He stiffened, as if he was about to do something painful. "I...Keep yourself safe. Who knows what trouble you'll get yourself into if I'm not here to take care of you."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Bulma put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I love you, too."
Vegeta blushed and pushed himself away from Bulma, though Goku though it was cute, really. Vegeta made such a show of not caring, yet his had toned down his strength enough that he could push Bulma away without hurting her. That showed a great deal about Vegeta, Goku decided.
They made ready to go, stepping into the Dimension Shifter, and Goku looked at Bulma before Vegeta closed the door. "Will you do me a favor and tell Chi-Chi what's going on if we're not back before dark? She worries."
Goku stepped into the Dimension Shifter after Vegeta and, as Bulma watched, they both vanished.
Alternate reality, planet Vegetasai-
Gohan-
They'd been in this new reality for just a day and King Vegeta had given them all leave to live in the castle until they were ready to go home. 'He seems just the same as our Vegeta.' Gohan thought as he looked down at his new clothes and pulled them to fit right.
"Nameks are weak and are just begging to be conquered. I'd rather not have the insult of you dressing as one while you're my guest." King Vegeta had said when he gave Gohan a new outfit of a traditional Saiyan male. It wasn't the military uniform Gohan had first seen Vegeta in, the blue suit with armor, but it was for the civilians. Like all things Saiyan, the outfit was utilitarian rather than attractive. The material was undyed, but it was stronger than any other fabric Gohan had seen, outside of Vegeta's uniform.
"We're going to have to be careful." Mirai said from where he sat on the bed. Right now they were in the room Gohan had been given and Mirai seemed to be trying to figure out a plan. "You know my father better than I do, do you think this one's at all like the Vegeta you know?"
"Yes." Gohan turned away from the mirror and sat beside Mirai. "They're so alike, there's really no difference. Funny, I wonder why he's king here, but in our world, he still calls himself a prince? His father is dead in both worlds, so shouldn't our Vegeta be a king, too?"
"Who knows?" Mirai lay back and stared up at the high ceiling. "We don't know anything about these people, Gohan. Aside from what little my father's told you, we have no idea how to behave or how we're going to be treated. I think one thing is pretty obvious, though."
"What's that?" Gohan looked over his shoulder to the other side of the bed. It was thankfully very big, and Goten and Chibi-Trunks were both soundly asleep on the other side of bed, curled up together like puppies.
"We can't let King Vegeta, or anyone else from this world, get their hands on mom's machine. I don't want to think about what would happen if legions of Saiyans started marching across Earth."
"Yeah, that would be pretty bad. But," Gohan jumped up and went to look out the window at the soldiers who patrolled the castle. They were dressed just as Gohan remembered Vegeta dressing the first time they'd met. "Is it just me or do they seem a lot weaker than we thought they'd be? I always pictured all Saiyan's to be incredibly powerful. These guys all have about the same power level as an average Namekian, despite what King Vegeta says about Namekian's being weak."
"They haven't had to fight Vegeta, Frieza, King Cold, several androids, Cell, and Buu." Mirai chuckled. "I guess the old saying is true. What doesn't kill me just makes me stronger. It must be especially true for Saiyans."
"I don't trust them." Gohan said suddenly. "The king didn't give any reason for letting us stay and I don't think he's the type who would do that for just anyone." He didn't like being distrusting, but Piccolo had trained him well. There had to be a reason for all this generosity and Gohan wanted to know what the price for all this would be.
"That just shows how smart you are." Mirai said easily.
Frankly, Gohan rather thought King Vegeta was curious about them and what the other Vegeta was like and he was trying to figure out a way to ask. Mirai had also, once they were alone, warned Gohan against letting Goten and Chibi-Trunks be alone for to long. They definitely needed a baby sitter and, since Mirai was the only one capable of repairing the machine that had brought them here, it fell to Gohan to keep the two boys out of trouble along with keeping Bra safe.
The two boys were both sound asleep on the large bed, curled up against each other while Bra was asleep laying next to Trunks. She was still so small and Mirai seemed fascinated with her ever since their arrival. Gohan had to remind himself that this was the first time Mirai had ever seen his sister. At that thought, Bra woke up with a wail.
Gohan picked her up and cradled her close to him. Luckily, this wasn't this first time he'd been stuck baby-sitting. "Bra is getting hungry, again, and she's got the legendary Saiyan appetite. I suppose this food must be safe, it's what your father grew up eating, after all." Gohan tried again to comfort Bra who was fussing for food, but she was very stubborn and demanded what her stomach wanted. Luckily, Bra was just old enough that she'd stopped nursing, for which Bulma said she was eternally grateful, and could eat some solid foods.
"They've left us some fruit." Mirai stood up and went to a table laid out with a generous amount of food, which he examined carefully before choosing a lumpy purple fruit and took a bite. It was one of the nicer things about a planet full of Saiyans. Every table in the palace was stocked full of food, continuously being filled as guests and the royal family ate. Mirai chewed for a bit and finally nodded, deciding that it was safe. "It tastes kind of like a peach. We'll have to soften it for her first, since she doesn't have many teeth, but it should be fine. I think."
"You think?" Gohan asked, worriedly taking the fruit from Mirai and crushing it in his hand until light blue juice ran down his arm. "Well, I hope you're right. If anything happens to Bra your father's going to pull my intestines out through my nose and he won't be gentle about it."
As Gohan carefully fed Bra, keeping fingers well away from her ravenous mouth, he thought that this was a very weird place. Gohan tried to think of his father coming from this world, or at least, one very much like this world. Difficult. Even his father's double, Kakarot, wasn't what Gohan had expected him to be. He wasn't as vile tempered as many of the other Saiyan's appeared to be, but he was far more serious than Goku and acted slightly more intelligent. He was King Vegeta's best friend and main bodyguard. They acted like friends, not rivals, though Kakarot was definitely King Vegeta's servant and Gohan had a hard thinking of his dad as being anyone's servant.
The palace guards, when they weren't guarding, spent most of their time training, though Gohan thought Mr. Piccolo fought harder than the guards did. Heck, Gohan knew he'd fought better when he was eight!
"Gohan," Mirai said, pulling Gohan out of his thoughts. "I'm going to go work on the ship. We should get out of here as soon as possible. He headed for the window that overlooked the courtyard where the ship had crash landed and looked down at it. "I'm going to do my best to keep the Saiyans away from it, just in case they get a little to curious." Mirai floated up in the air and was about to fly out the window when he looked at Gohan over his shoulder. "By the way, the boys are gone."
Gohan looked sharply back at the bed, hoping that Mirai was joking, but, to Gohan's horror, the bed was indeed empty and the door that led to the hallway ws standing open. "Oh, no." Gohan groaned before, still carrying Bra who was sucking the last of the blueish juice from Gohan's fingers, he dashed away, desperate to find the two children before they got themselves into trouble. 'No, not now. Not here. Please, let them keep out of trouble until I find them.' Gohan thought. Gohan took off in search of the mischievous duo, trying to pick up their ki as he wandered the palace halls.
He hadn't gone more than a dozen paces, though, before he heard Goten's voice call out. "Gohan!"
Gohan looked up at the yell to see both Goten and Chibi-Trunks running down the hall at him, both looking excited and a little worried. "It grew back, Gohan!" Chibi-Trunks yelled. "Just now, it grew back!"
Both boys turned and showed him their backsides and Gohan almost had a heart attack when he saw their tails, protruding from the top of their pants. Still, he had to keep a level head. It was his responsibility to look after the boys. "No problem, don't worry." Putting Bra in the crock of one arm, Gohan took a hold of Goten's tail. "Just hold still, Goten. This might hurt a bit."
"Stop!" Everyone looked up at the yell to see King Vegeta looking furious and disgusted. "What do you think you're doing?!" He demanded from Gohan as he stalked closer.
"Um, I...Well, I'm going to take their tails off." Gohan answered, thinking that perhaps he should have waited until he could have gotten them somewhere private instead of a hallway before he tried to take their tails. Maybe Mirai would let Gohan use his sword. Now that he thought about it, back when he first met Vegeta, Vegeta did seem to get upset when he thought of Saiyans without tails.
King Vegeta's eyes almost popped out of his head. "YOU WHAT!!!"
Gohan tried not to sweat and remember that this was not the Vegeta he knew. This one wasn't nearly so powerful, though he was just as intimidating, he wasn't a real threat to their lives. "Well, we all had our tails removed when we were kids so if they grow back, we just take them off..." Gohan stopped talking and he bit his lip. "Oh, no." He mumbled. The place right above his butt was itching and he'd felt this before. He knew what was coming. A sudden jolt of pain and his tail was back, again, ripping through his pants. "Oh, man!" He whined. Now he was going to have to have Mirai rip his tail off! How embarrassing!
Goten giggled. "You ripped your pants, Gohan. I can see your butt!" He pointed and fell on the floor laughing as if it were the funniest thing in the world.
"You never told me you were Saiyans!" King Vegeta said. "Why did you hide this?" King Vegeta just stared at them. "Who removed your tails?" He asked, acidly, as if the very thought were sacrilege. The king walked around them, examining them from all angles, his eyes resting on Chibi-Trunks' purple hair and the purple threads in the fur on Chibi-Trunks tail.
"My mom." Chibi-Trunks said, not missing the king's look. "She took mine and Goten's off when we were born and Piccolo took off Gohan's when he was little. It's just so we won't turn into big monkeys." Chibi-Trunks swished his tail around, wrapping around his waist like a belt as his father used to do.
"Big monkeys? Were you raised by savages? We are not big monkey's we transform into Ozaro's, one of the greatest forms a Saiyan can have. It's a glorious time and should be reveled in. I can't believe you just let your tails be pulled off." King Vegeta said, shuddering in disbelief. "What kind of mother do you have to have purple hair, anyway? All Saiyans have brown hair."
"A great mom." Chibi-Trunks answered, his eyes narrowing as he thought he heard an insult against his mom. "She's the smartest person in the whole universe."
King Vegeta took a deep breath, calming himself before he growled, "I forbid you to remove your tails while you're here. That...that's the most horrible thing I've ever heard of!" Taking off a child's tail to prevent their glorious transformation? What insanity! "Are you telling me that, in your reality, I allowed your tails to be removed by your insane mother?"
Chibi-Trunks bristled at someone calling his mother insane, but before he could say anything, another voice answered.
"Not only did you, your other self, allow it, but you tried to take off Gohan's tail yourself and a rather pitiful creature named Yajarobi sliced your tail off with a sword. In our reality, you're walking around completely tail-less."
Everyone turned to see Mirai standing in the hall, his arms crossed over his chest and grinning at the king. Mirai's tail had also grown back and it was swaying gently as if it had a mind of its own. "Don't call my mother names, your majesty. She might not have been a Saiyan, but she is a brilliant woman and the one your other self chose as a mate." Mirai's eyes narrowed, dangerously.
King Vegeta looked like he was going to be ill. "An alien? I took an alien as a mate?"
Mirai turned to Gohan. "Let them keep their tails if it'll keep the peace, Gohan. It won't hurt anything and we'll take them off before we go home."
Gohan frowned. "Are you sure about that? What if..."
"Your majesty," Mirai turned to King Vegeta. "When is the next full moon?"
"In about three years."
"Oh." Gohan said, understanding what Mirai was talking about. Vegetasai only had a full moon once every seven years and surely they'd be away from here before the three years were up. "Well, I guess it's all right, then."
"In the meantime," Mirai told Gohan again. "I need more help repairing the ship than I thought I would. Can we trust them," He pointed at Goten and Trunks. "To keep out of trouble if you help me?"
"No." Gohan answered easily, knowing how much trouble the two would get into. "But we don't have much choice, do we? You two," He looked at the two younger children. "Keep yourself out of mischief or I'm gonna tell our moms and you'll catch it when we get back."
Chibi-Trunks grumbled. "IF we get back."
But Goten, ever cheerful and optimistic, patted his friend's back. "Don't worry. I'm sure my daddy or yours will find us, soon." He said with his usual faith. "Let's play!"
"What? We're lost in another dimension and you want to play? Geeze, Goten, you're such a baby, sometimes."
"Can you think of anything better?"
"Good point." The two boys ran off and Gohan couldn't quite help the feeling of dread that grew in his stomach as they watched the children leave.
Later that day-
The Ginyu force saw the crippled ship when they landed in the courtyard of the royal palace. "What's that?" Jheese, the long haired pretty-boy of the group, asked Captain Ginyu, pointing at the bizarre looking ship.
"No clue." The horned captain, Ginyu, told his crew. Captain Ginyu was justifiably proud of his force and wanted to let them have this petty amusement. They were the strongest fighting force in the known universe and they served the greatest warlord around. Perhaps there would be someone for them to torment other than the usual, predictable Saiyans. They all listened and heard voices coming from out of the ship. "Let's go see, shall we? Someone reported shooting down a shuttle yesterday, didn't they?"
They all approached the little shuttle with great confidence. "King Vegeta shouldn't be hiding guests from us, now should he?" Reacoom said mockingly. Reacoom and Buta were the two largest, most massive members of the Ginyu force. They all shared the same opinion of Saiyans, even King Vegeta. They were weak animals who deserved nothing better than to be leashed and muzzled.
It was the smallest member of the Ginyu force, Gurd, who noticed suddenly saw a pair of boots sticking out from under the shuttle. Someone was humming tunelessly as he worked and Gurd kicked one of the booted feet. "Get out here, worm! Don't you know enough to respect your betters?"
The humming stopped and an irritated voice called out from under the ship. "Gohan!"
From inside the ship they heard another voice, "What?"
"Someone's out here. Who is it?"
A head with short, dark hair looked out and blinked at them. He looked Saiyan to Captain Ginyu's eyes, except that his hair had been cut as short as a Saiyan womans. For some reason, only Saiyan women cut their hair short, while the men let their hair grow long. The young man gave them a look of mild irritation. "It's just the Ginyu force. You want me to blast them?"
The person who was working under the ship slid out and looked up at them. He was a purple haired young man with a serious face that was covered in grease and other mess from working on the ship. If it weren't for the tail wrapped around his waist, Captain Ginyu never would have believed this purple haired boy was a Saiyan. He must be a mutant.
Now that he had an audience, Captain Ginyu was in paradise. He sent his force into an elaborate show of poses and the most intimidating war cries they had. When they'd finished ten minutes of posing, Captain Ginyu looked down to see what kind of impression they'd made.
The brown haired kid had gone back into the ship and the purple haired kid was back under the ship, humming while he worked. Both were obviously quite unimpressed.
Captain Ginyu's was in shock. How dare someone not fear him? "Come out here, you little brats!"
The boy in the ship shouted, "Go away, we're busy! Come back later."
The one under the ship, however, stuck a hand out from where he was working and pointed at them with one finger. "Final Flash."
The Ginyu force died in one flare of power that would have done Vegeta Briefs proud.
Mirai muttered. "No one calls me a brat except my father."
King Vegeta-
King Vegeta had seen the whole thing. His mouth was open in shock. That was not possible. It just wasn't possible. All Frieza's greatest fighters died from that boy's finger in one great moment? How had he gotten such power?
'I knew there was something unusual about them.' King Vegeta's mouth slowly twisted into a smile. 'I'll get that power. I'll learn and gain the power this boy has. Then...then I'll kill Frieza.'
Chibi-Trunks-
"I'm tired of hide and seek. How about another little game?" Chibi Trunks asked Goten as they wandered through the palace.
"What kind of game?"
"Well, we haven't played Ki Tag in a long time."
King Vegeta-
King Vegeta was walking to find Kakarot when he happened to see the two smaller children flying in the air above the practice field. He stopped for a moment to focus on the purple haired boy. What kind of mate did he have to produce a child with purple hair? Had he taken an alien, of all things? If the older boy, the one who'd single handedly destroyed the entire Ginyu force without breaking a sweat, then perhaps he should look for mates outside his own race. To produce children of such raw power might be an advantage. If he could raise one long enough to get rid of Frieze, then he'd gladly give up his throne to such a child.
But, it would be more to his advantage if he could get Mirai to show him how he'd gained such power.
It pleased him to see how strong the Mirai was. Maybe it was time he took a mate, after all. Kakarot had been telling him for a while that he should have an heir soon, before Frieze finally killed him. King Vegeta watched the two smaller children fly around the courtyard, barely interested in the games of such weak children. Of course, they both flew quite well, for their age. Well, one of them was, in a way, HIS son, after all, so of coarse he was strong.
King Vegeta's eyes almost fell out of his head when they began to 'play'. They're power levels had just jumped to almost 10 thousand each as they fired blasts of power at each other. That was NOT possible!
The palace soldiers, the best fighters on all of Vegetasai, watched the children play-fight. The children zapped around the sky above the courtyard with incredible speed and fired blasts of energy at each other. The Saiyan elite starred as the children played using more power than most warriors fought with. Until the lavender haired child got in a lucky blow, sending the other child to the ground and creating a large crater in the ground.
"Is he dead?" One of the Saiyans asked, looking down at the child. The little boy was still for a moment before sitting up, apparently unhurt, and glaring at his friend.
"No fair, Trunks! You cheated!"
Chibi-Trunks stuck his tongue out. "Don't act like a baby, Goten. You're just weak, that's all."
To the shock of everyone, Goten jumped up in the air and with flared into a super Saiyan. Everyone jumped back with fear, confusion, and almost reverence. No one had seen a super Saiyan in many hundreds of years, that it should happen to this little child was...unthinkable.
To add to everyone's surprise, Trunks flared into Super Saiyan, too. They started fighting again and none of the warriors could take their eyes off the action.
King Vegeta was trying to stay calm but not doing very well. How did this happen? Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the older boys, Gohan, walking down the hall toward him. King Vegeta reached out without warning and grabbed the boy's arm.
Gohan, surprised, just looked at him. "Huh?"
"How did they learn that?" King Vegeta demanded. "How did children learn to go Super Saiyan?" He was nearly yelling in the boy's face.
Gohan looked out the window at where all the action was happening and he sighed. "I give them a few directions and do they listen? No, of course not. Told them to keep a lid on the power, but they just had to...oh, never mind." After talking to himself for a minute, Gohan looked back at King Vegeta. "I'm sorry. Are they disturbing your men?" He settled the baby more comfortably in his arms. "I'll take care of it. I guess there's no reason to hide it anymore."
Before King Vegeta's eyes, Gohan flared gold and burst into Super Saiyan, his hair spiking up in gold and his eyes turning from brown to green. He flew out the window and up to the boys.
"Guys, cool it." He tried to be nice and calm, but when the children didn't even look at him, Gohan sent a wave of energy out that knocked them both back about ten feet and shook the earth.
Both looked at him as if they hadn't noticed he was there before. "What is it, Gohan?" Goten asked.
"The King wants you to cool it down. Everyone's staring." He pointed down to the crowd below.
All three powered down and flew back to the window where King Vegeta was still watching. Goten was happy enough to comply, but Chibi-Trunks glared at King Vegeta before sneering. "Weakling."
King Vegeta's eyes went wide. He knew it was true, if the boy was a super Saiyan then he was, technically, stronger. Still, his pride was prickled by being insulted by a child.
At this point, Mirai walked up behind Chibi-Trunks and slapped the back of his head. "Knock it off."
Chibi-Trunks glared at him, rubbing the back of his head where Mirai had hit him. "Well, he is. I can beat anyone on this planet!"
Mirai looked down at him. "Anyone?" He asked in a dangerously quiet voice.
Chibi-Trunks, seeing the look on Mirai's face, gulped. "Well, maybe not you..."
"Maybe you need more advanced training." Mirai replied. "I'm to busy right now, but I'm sure father will be interested to know how arrogant you are becoming."
"Father is arrogant, too!"
"Yes, but he has a right to be."
Continued...
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