A/N: Kay guys. This is my first chapter, to a (Hopefully) Multiple chapter
fic.
Disclaimer: If only if only. I owned the male Son's. :Drools: If only if only, I owned DBZ/GT!
Part 1: Chapter one.
Fires covered West Side City. The muggers had long past abandoned their jobs of destroying the translucent windows that covered the recently built mall. In fact, if anyone had bothered to really think about it, they would have realized that there were never really any muggers to begin with, for most of them were either dead where they had stood only minutes before, getting ready to reach for a unsuspecting womans purse, or, worse yet pulling a trigger.
Mostly everyone was dead in West City.
Now if a tourist plane had happened to land there, in that city, at that minute of it's darkest hour, they might wonder how that could have happened to the flourishing capital. Where were the reannounced heros that always showed up when the world was in danger? Where were the blazing lights of justice that blew away all distress and dispair and showed their faces when the time was worst?
Where were the Z fighters?
~~~
Breifs Bulma stuck out her shaky hand and slammed it down onto the sensor pad, just as an explosion echoed throughout the upper chambers of her capsule house. The automatic door, which had busted earlier and now worked on manual, shut, with a scraping sound. Turning around, and rubbing a still shaking hand through her soot covered blue hair she scanned her labratory room.
Where the fuck were they?!
"Mom!" Jumping with shock and relief, Bulma turned to her left, and sighed when she saw her son and daughter crawl out of a bunker, she had proudly designed in her earlier years.
"Trunks! Bra! Get over here now!" Reaching out to them and grabbing their sleeves, arising a moan from Trunks who at 27, believed he was a man and could handle himself just fine. Ignoring both of their protests to go out and fight the 'baddies' she dragged them to another chamber, went down a flight of stairs, and opened another broken automatic door.
Shutting it behind her she turned to her two offspring. "Listen up," She said, sternly narrowing her eyes and successfully gathered their attention. "We need to go back and warn the others." Trunks and Bra cocked their heads in confusion, clearly not understanding the message.
"Others mom? But, the others are already d-"
"Not those others Trunks!" Bulma managed to screetch without her voice cracking to much. Taking out a capsule that she had learned to keep in her pocket during hard times in case of emergency, she clicked it once-twice- and threw it onto the ground.
:BANG:
".......Mom, really...." Bra stated, an eyebrow cocked. Bulma growled in response to her teenage daughters attitude.
"Since you seem to have an issue with using my time machine, you can be the one to go in."
"It's a good thought and everything mom, but, won't the Z fighters be a little suspicious about Bra going back in time to warn them. After all...." Trunks blushed. "My other alternate time self went back before and took care of Freiza. So they know Capsule Corp eventually invents this."
"Yes, yes," Bulma stated impatiently, "But, they don't know when, and you can't very well go back Trunk's cause' they know what you look like."
Turning to her pouting daughter she spoke a little softer. "Bra, this is very important. I'm sending you back to right before the tournament, to stop Goku from training Uub. You need to warn Goku, but you can't tell anyone your identity, otherwise, it may change the future." Bra nodded, still feeling quite put out about all this.
"Bra, don't look so down." She turned to look at her brother. He smiled sadly. "At least you get to see everyone alive again."
"....Yeah.." She spoke softly.
Bulma had long since turned to start the machine, and after it had warmed up the group led themselves through a tearful good bye.
After one last hug, Bra turned into the time machine and pushed the designated button. Looking out the celophane windows at the remaining people of her family she smiled sadly and waved.
This would most likely be the last time she would be seeing them.
And fellow tourists, incase you are wondering what ever happend to the infamous Z fighters in this dimension. Well. They died.
~~~~ A/N: I would sincerily enjoy the reviews and (hell even flames are welcomed) This is my first attempt at a slight Bra/Goten. Of course the other couples will be involved in the story as well. But Bra and Goten tend to be over looked as a optional couple so I will be basing my story mostly around them.
Thankyou and I appreciate your imput.
~Jaina
Disclaimer: If only if only. I owned the male Son's. :Drools: If only if only, I owned DBZ/GT!
Part 1: Chapter one.
Fires covered West Side City. The muggers had long past abandoned their jobs of destroying the translucent windows that covered the recently built mall. In fact, if anyone had bothered to really think about it, they would have realized that there were never really any muggers to begin with, for most of them were either dead where they had stood only minutes before, getting ready to reach for a unsuspecting womans purse, or, worse yet pulling a trigger.
Mostly everyone was dead in West City.
Now if a tourist plane had happened to land there, in that city, at that minute of it's darkest hour, they might wonder how that could have happened to the flourishing capital. Where were the reannounced heros that always showed up when the world was in danger? Where were the blazing lights of justice that blew away all distress and dispair and showed their faces when the time was worst?
Where were the Z fighters?
~~~
Breifs Bulma stuck out her shaky hand and slammed it down onto the sensor pad, just as an explosion echoed throughout the upper chambers of her capsule house. The automatic door, which had busted earlier and now worked on manual, shut, with a scraping sound. Turning around, and rubbing a still shaking hand through her soot covered blue hair she scanned her labratory room.
Where the fuck were they?!
"Mom!" Jumping with shock and relief, Bulma turned to her left, and sighed when she saw her son and daughter crawl out of a bunker, she had proudly designed in her earlier years.
"Trunks! Bra! Get over here now!" Reaching out to them and grabbing their sleeves, arising a moan from Trunks who at 27, believed he was a man and could handle himself just fine. Ignoring both of their protests to go out and fight the 'baddies' she dragged them to another chamber, went down a flight of stairs, and opened another broken automatic door.
Shutting it behind her she turned to her two offspring. "Listen up," She said, sternly narrowing her eyes and successfully gathered their attention. "We need to go back and warn the others." Trunks and Bra cocked their heads in confusion, clearly not understanding the message.
"Others mom? But, the others are already d-"
"Not those others Trunks!" Bulma managed to screetch without her voice cracking to much. Taking out a capsule that she had learned to keep in her pocket during hard times in case of emergency, she clicked it once-twice- and threw it onto the ground.
:BANG:
".......Mom, really...." Bra stated, an eyebrow cocked. Bulma growled in response to her teenage daughters attitude.
"Since you seem to have an issue with using my time machine, you can be the one to go in."
"It's a good thought and everything mom, but, won't the Z fighters be a little suspicious about Bra going back in time to warn them. After all...." Trunks blushed. "My other alternate time self went back before and took care of Freiza. So they know Capsule Corp eventually invents this."
"Yes, yes," Bulma stated impatiently, "But, they don't know when, and you can't very well go back Trunk's cause' they know what you look like."
Turning to her pouting daughter she spoke a little softer. "Bra, this is very important. I'm sending you back to right before the tournament, to stop Goku from training Uub. You need to warn Goku, but you can't tell anyone your identity, otherwise, it may change the future." Bra nodded, still feeling quite put out about all this.
"Bra, don't look so down." She turned to look at her brother. He smiled sadly. "At least you get to see everyone alive again."
"....Yeah.." She spoke softly.
Bulma had long since turned to start the machine, and after it had warmed up the group led themselves through a tearful good bye.
After one last hug, Bra turned into the time machine and pushed the designated button. Looking out the celophane windows at the remaining people of her family she smiled sadly and waved.
This would most likely be the last time she would be seeing them.
And fellow tourists, incase you are wondering what ever happend to the infamous Z fighters in this dimension. Well. They died.
~~~~ A/N: I would sincerily enjoy the reviews and (hell even flames are welcomed) This is my first attempt at a slight Bra/Goten. Of course the other couples will be involved in the story as well. But Bra and Goten tend to be over looked as a optional couple so I will be basing my story mostly around them.
Thankyou and I appreciate your imput.
~Jaina