Fumetsu no Senshi-tachi Z : Batsu

An Alternate Mirai Dragon Ball Z Fan Fiction by Aoi Kami Sarah

FNSTZ : Batsu - Chapter One

WARNING: This story contains adult themes, nudity, strong language, love, romance, humor, cute kids, heroic deeds and violence. Reader discretion is advised.
NOTES: When you see this ...
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...be forewarned that what's after it is different. That's all I can say. Enjoy.

PART 4 CHAPTER 1

One bright, spring afternoon, Chibi-chan laced her little arms through her back pack and hefted 30 some-odd pounds of books onto her back. She flowed with the crowd out of the massive front doors of the Orange Star Academy and hopped down the stairs. Just before she reached the last few steps, she saw him.

Jeison was 17 and tall with dark, blue hair and sharp, black eyes. He stood with his thumbs laced through his belt loops and chatted idly with some girls. Chibi-chan's heart skipped a beat, and her feet skipped a step.
She tumbled down the remaining three steps and landed on her face. Some of the passing students gasped, but most laughed.
"Haha! The squirt bailed, haha!"
Chibi's face turned bright red and she fought the desire to fly up and beat the living hell out of anyone who was laughing. Then she noticed a pair of feet standing just in front of her nose. The person squatted down and extended a hand.
"Don't let those jerks get to ya, Chibs." Jeison smiled and helped her to her feet. She blushed more and dusted her clothes off.
"Why should I?" she grumbled. "They were just pointing out the obvious."
"Chibs..."
She re-adjusted her pack and continued walking. "Thanks. Bye."
Jeison scratched his head. "Hey! Wanna study for that Trig exam tonight?"
"Uh... sure..."
"Your place or mine?"
Chibi-chan swallowed deep. 'Here we go again,' she thought. She had been avoiding taking him home to meet her intimidating, green-skinned father and beautiful, teen-aged mother for years now.
"Um... yours or the library."
"Mine it is. Ja ne!" he reached down and tousled her hair before jogging off.
The 16-year-old toddler sighed and walked home.

*
May 30th was a cause for celebration at the Capsule household; it was the day Gohan and Bulma were married; it was the day the people had chosen as "Peace Day" and it was two of the family members' birthdays.
Streamers and balloons littered the big yard. Wooden picnic tables covered with bright cloth were strewn with cake and goodies. Presents were piled up high on one of these. Children ran around the yard chasing a man in a purple dinosaur costume.

Bulma laughed at the sight as she put a jello mold on a table. Her daughter joined her.
"I hope they catch him!" she frowned. "I hate that stupid thing!"
"Pan-chan! You shouldn't say that!"
"Why not! He IS stupid!" She folded her arms and turned her back on the scene.
"Aw... you're only saying that cause you're not the center of attention!" Bulma smirked.
Her sister, Koneko brought yet another present to the already enormous pile. "You know, you shouldn't say such things about your father..." Koneko pursed her lips to suppress a huge grin.
"Koneko-chan!" Bulma scolded and slapped her arm.
She just laughed.
"O... Otousan!?" Pan yelled. "How embarrassing!" The pre-teen ran into the house.
"Aww..." Koneko laughed.
"And you!" Bulma frowned and put her hands on her hips. "You're only doing that because you don't have a girl!"
Koneko made a face. "I have a big enough pain in the butt, thank you every much." She turned her head and looked to the pile of children who had all jumped on the purple dinosaur.

"Come on! I love YOU, you love ME!?!" the man in the costume cried as they beat at him with their little fists.
Bulma and Koneko couldn't help him for laughing so hard.


Tamashii came to Gohan's rescue and plucked kids off of him one by one.
"You alive in there, Gohan-san?" the Jinzoningen asked, trying hard to hide his amusement.
"I think so..." came the warbled response. "Get me outta this thing."
"Heh, your tune sure has changed since this morning."
"I thought they loved Barney!" he moaned as the men walked into the house.

Chibi-chan coldly watched the children run around from her seat on the grass. Her pink, but not overly-ruffly party dress covered her folded legs. Occasionally, a little girl would come up and ask her to play. Chibi would put on a cute voice and say she wasn't feeling well. She really wanted to scream obscenities. She was 16, but still appeared to be about five; trapped forever inside her eternal Jinzoningen body.
Her father wandered away from the chaotic party and sat down next to her. He pulled her into his lap. She didn't resist.
"What's on your mind?" Polian asked.
"Nothing."
Polian hugged her. Had it been anyone else, she would have smacked them and run for it. Her father was an exception. She rested her head on his chest and sighed.
"The boys are eleven years old today," she whispered.
"Yes they are."
"And I'm still five."
She nestled in and said no more.
Polian's fang gnawed at his lower lip.

"Trunks! Goten! Come on! The cake's coming!" Koneko shouted above the noise. The boys stopped their game of tag and charged the table.
Trunks was a little shorter and a minute younger than his uncle, Goten. His short, fine, black hair set off his sparkling, blue eyes which were filled with delight as he saw the huge birthday cake.
Goten's hair was stiff and lavender in color. His eyes were more animal-like and brown. He too squealed with joy at the enormity of the cake.
"Sugoi!" they both cheered in unison. Everyone sang 'Happy Birthday'. Before the song ended, Koneko bowed down and reminded her son and brother that they shouldn't blow too hard.
Thankfully, the cake was intact and all 22 candles, 11 for each boy, were out.

*

Just a few light-years away from the party on the blue-green planet, a ship landed on a barren and ruined world. Three individuals traversed its surface and took readings. The tallest of them frowned.
"He is not here."
"Indeed. This world was ravaged nearly one half century ago," his shorter cohort replied. All three men's faces were obscured by large hoods.
"We are closer." The third man looked up at a twinkling planet in the cloudless sky. "Soon our mission will be complete."

*

Trunks rubbed his belly and yawned loudly as the party came to an end. He walked around the side of the dome-house looking for his uncle, but found his aunt instead.
"Oi, Obachan," he chimed. Immediately he noticed that Pan-chan was not in a good mood. This didn't phase him. He flopped down next to her on the grass. "Daijoubuka?"
"Go away."
"What's your deal? We didn't do anything to you.. today..." He grinned.
"Baka, you kids are just so annoying!"
"Kids!?" Trunks shouted and stood up. "You're only 12!"
"SO!? I'm a girl and girls age faster! Mama said so."
"Whatever. You're still a kid to me." Trunks pouted. "So come on."
She looked a little dazed when he grabbed her arm and pulled her up.
"Gohan Ojisan has a present for us."
"For you..." she frowned.
"No. For all of us. Come on!"

Only the family was left in the yard and the sun was setting. Koneko saw Polian put Chibi-chan down and went to him.
"Is Zen'i still... working?" she asked quietly.
"Yes."
"How does it look?"
"About 90% done."
Koneko nodded and watched Chibi-chan roll her eyes as Bulma called her little, pink dress 'kawaii' for the fifth time that day.

"Ok everyone! Can we have your attention!" Gohan stood up at the head of the table and announced. Trunks and his son and daughter wriggled with anticipation.
"A few weeks ago, late one evening after you had all gone to bed," he began. "We were all sitting around and talking about the old days, when our lives were difficult, when there were no dragonballs." Gohan's smile made his son, daughter and nephew more anxious by the second. "We recalled what fun Bulma and I used to have searching for them and we remembered how old we were when we first sought them out. We think you guys have been extremely good this year, and have shown us that you too could partake of such a quest."
There was an awkward pause. Crickets chirped as evening encroached the city. The children all looked at him with blank, confused faces.
The scholar hung his head and clarified. "You get to go on an adventure... BY YOURSELVES!"
"OH!!!" Pan, Goten and Trunks all shouted. "Sugoi! Doumo arigatou!" The ran up and hugged their parents. Chibi-chan remained unmoved.
"You know, you get to go too, Sweetheart," Polian nudged his daughter.
"I'd rather not. I have school."
"School's almost over."
"I don't care." She turned her back on him and approached Gohan. She bowed her head. "Thank you very much for including me, but I cannot accept this gift."
Before he could protest, Chibi-chan took to the air and flew away from the house in the direction of her home. Just before she vanished from sight, Polian saw her swerve left and excused himself as well. She was headed north.

*

A monitor scrolled lines of code and Zen'i's eyes scanned them as fast as they came up. She stopped occasionally to input or correct a line here and there. Her tireless eyes hardly blinked. To her left was a lab table covered by a while, plastic sheet. She sighed and pushed her roll-chair back. Just because she hadn't looked at it in an hour or so, she stood and pulled back the sheet.
"My Kami..." she smiled. "Maybe I shouldn't have made it so beautiful."
The Jinzoningen's body was tall and lithe. Its breasts were round and perfect. Its dark, green hair fell away from the emotionless face, revealing high cheekbones and small nose. Zen'i put her hand over the cables that snaked out of the port behind its right ear and moved a stray strand of hair back into place. She regarded it for a moment, then decided that it would look even better when the fire in her daughter's eyes lit up its face.

*

Chibi's tears whipped into the wind as she flew as fast as she could toward her mother's lab. Today she would lay it out. The party had been her breaking point. She had watched her former playmates grow into pre-teens and looking up at them as they played today, she smoldered with angst. All she had wanted to do was leave the party, but she promised her father that she would stay.
She could not accept Gohan's invitation, as much as it sounded like fun. That was a child's adventure, and she was no longer a child.
Chibi-chan grimaced as she thought this and screamed out loud, "I'm not a child!!!"
"No, you're not!" her father's voice shouted back.
She had been so wrapped up in her anger that she had not detected him trailing her. She slowed to a stop and folded her tiny arms.
Polian hovered behind her, his head at her level. "Chibi-chan, I know how frustrated you are..."
"No you don't. You have no idea how I feel!" she grumbled, still with her back to him. "You're so tall and strong!"
"I wasn't always."
Chibi turned to him. "Yeah, but you grew up," she sniffed.
"Yes. I did." Polian put his arms around her and gently guided her down to earth. "Let me tell you a story, Chibi-chan. A story only your mother knows."
This piqued the girl's interest and she allowed him to seat her in his lap. Chibi laced her arms around his left forearm and listened.
"I was a little boy when my planet was destroyed. I was also in training to be a healer, just like Kami-sama. As members of the Dragon Clan, Dende and I were both born to be healers. Just before Furiza blew up the planet, I was killed by one of his henchman."
Chibi gasped. "Otousan... you've been dead before?"
"Yes. Only for a short while, but it was enough to change my life. In that moment, when I saw the beam that would kill me I felt so weak. Then all of a sudden I was alive and on Earth. I forsake my heritage and vowed that I would train to be a warrior and protect innocent people; innocent like I had been.
"There were two Namekjin whom I looked up to most who laid their lives on the line for us: Nail and Piccolo, the Earthling-Namek. The two men fused to form one being, and I decided that I would not only change my life, but my name to reflect that change."
"What was you old name, Otousan?"
"Cargo." Polian nearly whispered his former name. "It took many years to gain the respect of my elders. When I first announced my decision, I was put to a test in which Namek warriors sparred with me. I was beaten very badly, but I was a right jackass and refused to be healed." He reached up and tapped a black fingernail against his protruding fang. "I shouldn't have been so hot-headed, but I was young and there were many lessons yet for me to learn." Polian adjusted his daughter in his lap. "You may think you've grown up, Chibi-chan, but you're still so young."
"But I'm not THIS young," she pouted. "Otousan, I just wish I could grow up."
Polian nodded once. He stood, putting her down. "Well, perhaps your wish will come true. Come on, let's go see what your Kaasan is up to."
Chibi-chan felt immediately at ease. Her father's optimism worked wonders. She tugged on his pants, looked up at the 6'5" tall Namekjin and smiled. He picked his little girl back up and they flew the next hundred miles to the northern lab in silence.

*

Bulma finished folding a tablecloth and spaced out. Her eyes unfocused as she stared at the blue sky.
"Kaasan?"
"Mm?"
Koneko laughed. "You look lost."
She smiled and turned to her oldest daughter. "Listen."
Koneko did so. "What?"
"It's so quiet."
"Nice, isn't it. This will be good, not only for the four of us, but for the kids too. It's just too bad that Chibi-chan didn't want to go."
"Mmm," Bulma nodded. "Zen'i wanted this time to finish up the new model. I'll call later and see if she needs help."
"I know you love to work, Kaasan, but remember, this is your vacation too!" Koneko took a bag of garbage from the party into the house.
"Vacation. How odd sounding. How odd to be able to relax."

*

Zen'i sensed Polian coming long before he arrived and knowing he wasn't expected, did her best to cover up her project. She sat at the monitor and continued to work. As she had feared, her daughter was with him.
'Well, this will be the test,' she thought as they walked towards her. 'I know she's 16, but is she really mature enough to handle such a huge change? I wish I would have made 2 bodies, one a little younger than this one... oh well. Too late for that now.'
Chibi Purototaipu Juugogou wormed her way out of her father's arms and stood, stone-faced in front of her mother. Seated, Zen'i and Chibi-chan were practically eye to eye.
"Okaasan, onegai shimasu, If it's possible, I would very much like to grow up. Can you help me?"
Without pouting or using childish charm, Chibi-chan passed her mother's test. Zen'i smiled. "Of course." She stood up and walked to an examination table. Zen'i motioned for Chibi-chan to come closer. "We've been trying very hard to keep this a secret." She picked her up and grinned.
The girl's eyes went wide as she saw the shape of a body under the sheet. "What...?" she whispered. Zen'i pulled the sheet back slowly. The hair color was an exact match for Chibi's dark green. The skin was pale, and the frame was just a little taller than her mother's... and adult.
"Kaasan..." Chibi whispered. "You made this?"
She nodded and pulled her chair closer so the tiny teen could investigate. She reached out and touched the skin, but pulled back. "I can't touch it. That's just too weird."
"Is it all right?" Zen'i asked, her heart creeping up into her throat. 'Oh shit, what if she hates it!?'
She turned and looked up at her. "It's wonderful!" Chibi-chan looked back down at it, her eyes glistening. "That's gonna be me?"
Polian folded his arms. "Yup. Your Kaasan calculated what you would look like if you aged and built this from that idea."
"Arigatou..." She hugged her mother tightly and the adult android sighed with relief.

**

"It's MY turn, Jisan!" Trunks whined to Goten.
"Is not! You just found the last one!"
Pan snatched the radar away from the boys. "MY turn!" she cried and flew off towards the nearest blip on the screen. They were approaching the sea shore. The sun was low in the sky and Trunks and Goten were getting hungry as well as cranky.
"Jisan!" Trunks held his belly as he flew. "Let's go get some grub!"
"Yosh'... but where?"
Trunks shrugged. "Maybe there's some fruit or somethin' down there," he motioned to a forest just before a set of rolling dunes.
"Ne-chan, we're gonna get somethin' to eat!" Goten called out to his sister.
Pan frowned, but shrugged her consent. 'Good!' she thought. 'Get them outta my hair for five seconds!' She pressed on out over the water. The boys winged back to the mainland and disappeared into the canopy.

Just as she lost sight of land, Pan thought to herself that her nephew and brother were probably gonna get themselves into trouble without her to bail them out. The radar was blipping steadily. "Oh, it's just so close!" she moaned and decided that they could suffer for a little while. She was gonna get this one on her own.
The blue seemed to go on forever. Pan had just about made up her mind that she was going to have to get wet, when a tiny island appeared. "Ah! That must be it! Thank goodness!"
She swooped down and stepped onto the beach gingerly. The island was barren save a solitary palm tree and a large, sea turtle sunning himself. Pan pointed the dragon radar towards the source. She walked into the center of the island past the sleeping turtle. "Crap. It must be beneath the sand," she grumbled, pocketed the radar and started digging very quickly with her hands.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing!?" a strange voice cried. Pan fell into the already large hole.
"Wha... who's there?!" she shouted and peeked out of the hole. She came face to face with the massive turtle.
"Why are you digging up this island!?"
"Why do you care? I'll put the sand back in place when I'm done!" she yelled back and got out of the pit. She sneered down on the creature and folded her arms.
"It's my home! How'd you like it if I came and dug a big hole on your house!?"
Pan looked down. "You're house is down there?"
The turtle looked shocked and waved his flippers. "No no, that is... what I meant is..."
Pan raised a brow but shrugged and jumped back into the hole. "Like I said, I'll put it back once I found what I'm lookin' for." The ground rumbled and she lost her footing. The floor of her pit was rising. "Naniyo...?!" she cried.
When it stopped, the young girl was sitting on top of a smallish Capsule house. She looked out over the edge.
"Emak?" she read the letters off the side. "What the heck does Emak mean?"
"It's KAME, you idjit!" another voice yelled. Pan jumped down and looked straight into the eyes of a hunkered-over old man wearing a tortoise shell on his back. She blinked a few times. "Can't cha read?!"
She frowned. "A course I can read! I'm 12 years old!"
The old man looked her up and down. "Yup. You sure are."
"Etchi!!!" she cried and pulled her eyelid down at him.
"And disrespectful of your elders! What a brat! What are you doing here anyway! Git lost!"
"Uh-uh!" she folded her arms. "Not till I get my ball."
"Sorry girlie." The turtle hermit waved her off. "I don't have your ball."
"Yes you do." Pan pulled the dragon radar out of her pocket and pointed. "See, it's in your house!"
The old man's jaw fell open. "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT!?"
Pan pulled it away from him defensively. "My Kaasan gave it to me! You can't have it!"
"Nonono I don't want it!" He waved his arms and squinted behind his sunglasses. "Tell me, who's your kaasan?"
Pan was incredibly proud of her mother and didn't hesitate to answer. "Bulma Briefs!"
The old man was speechless. He stood very still. Pan blinked.
"Oi... Jiichan.. daijoubuka?"
"Just like your mother! No respect for your elders!" He barked back.
Pan growled and clenched the radar tightly. "If you know my kaasan, let me have the dragonball! I know you have it!"
"Just for being so rude, I'm not gonna!"
Pan screeched as she growled louder. "Come on, Jiichan! I want that ball!" she stomped her foot. Kame Sen'nin raised a brow.
"Oh yeah? Fight me for it." He wasn't at all surprised when she accepted the challenge.

*

"Oi.... Trunks-kun... I'm stuffed." Goten groaned.
"I sure hope those berries were ok to eat."
Goten put his hand on his stomach. "So far so good."
Trunks laughed, but both boys suddenly snapped to attention as they felt Pan's power-level increase.
"Uh-oh. What's she got herself into?!" Goten cried as he and Trunks took off towards the ocean. "Kaasan will kill us if she gets in trouble!"


Kame Sen'nin blocked the girl's attacks, but was certain that she was holding back an immense amount of power. 'Where could she possibly have gotten it from?!' he thought. 'She's way too young to be Vegeta's kid...'
His concentration strayed as he noticed two incoming figures. 'Jinzoningen?!' he thought wildly. 'It CAN'T be!!' Pan landed a kick and he went flying into the side of his house.
Pan stood with her hands on her hips and watched the boys touch down.
"Pan-chan! Are you ok?!"
"I'm FINE. HE'S not no thanks to you two. You distracted him!" she motioned to the hole in the wall with the legs sticking out of it.
"Was he trying to hurt you?" Goten asked.
Kame Sen'nin emerged and rubbed his head. "NO! She's an animal!"
"HEY! Watch whacha say about my sister!!" Goten yelled balled his fists. The old man blinked and circled the boy. He was wearing an orange gi and his lavender hair stuck out in a very familiar shape. "Um... I think ya hit him too hard, Nechan..."
The hermit stopped, looked at them both and bellowed "Who's your daddy?!"
Goten popped him in the face and he went flying, making another hole in his house.
Trunks rolled his eyes. "I think he meant, 'Goten, who might your father be?"
"Oh. Gomen ne..."

After they helped the old man out of the splintered side of the house he offered for them to come inside. On the table in the middle of the room sat the four-star dragonball.
Pan ran immediately to it and scooped it up. "Woo hoo! four more to go!"
The old man sat down at the table. Trunks was the first to notice the photographs.
"Holy cow! Look! It's Bulma-san!"
Goten and Pan jogged over and looked where he was pointing.
"Yep," Kame Sen'nin sighed. "That was a long time ago. I haven't seen your mom in ages. I'm glad she's still around!"
"So, Jiichan... who are you?"
"I'm the invincible old master... Kame Sen'nin Muten Roshi.. Maybe you heard a me?"
All three shook their heads and continued to stare at the pictures.
"Hahaha! Lookit Kaasan's hair! Hahahaha!"
"Is that Tousan?"
"Can't be. Remember. He's really lots younger than Bulma-san."
"Who are you pointing to?" Kame Sen'nin squinted. "That's Yamcha."
Again, shrugs.
"Oh! Maybe that's Tousan! Look, isn't that what Obaasan looked like?"
"I think so, yeah!"
"Eh?" The old man got up and looked closer. "That's Gohan."
"Yeah! I knew it was him!"
"You mean to tell me....?" he stuttered, "That GOHAN IS YOUR DADDY!?"
Pan and Goten nodded. He fell over. "But.. then, your mom is Bulma... she's MORE than old enough to be yer gramma!"
"She's only 37!" Pan scolded.
"Oh." The old man stroked his beard. 'Sounds like SOMEONE got a hold of the dragonballs...' "Wait. Who's are you then?" He pointed to the other boy.
Trunks made a face. "I'm Koneko and Tamashii's."
Goten ruffled his short, straight, black hair. "Trunks is my nephew!"
"I'm very confused." Kame Sen'nin sighed and looked wistfully at the picture. "But if I have it right, I trained your grandfather, Goku."
"WOW!" The boys chimed. "Really?!"
He smiled. "Yup. That's him right there in the middle."
All three children were silent as they looked at the picture. Then Goten and Trunks's eyes met.
"Will you train us!? Please!?!"
The old man's eyes teared up. He became lost in thought. 'I knew when that dragonball landed here a few years ago that everything was all right. I knew that somewhere the Z Warriors were still out there. They were everlasting, and now, this new generation has found it's way to my door. How can I pass it up? But what can I do to make them any more powerful...?' he thought.
"Oh PLEASE!" Pan sneered. "He's weak! What can he do to train you guys?" Too deep in thought, Kame Sen'nin ignored the remark.
"Ah, shut up, Pan!" they chimed. "Come outside Sensei! We wanna show you something!"
"Do they always talk at the same time?"
Pan nodded and sighed. They followed them out onto the beach.
Trunks grinned wide. "Ok! This is this neat thing that Goten's Ojiichan taught my Kaasan when she was dead before I was born!"
He had to laugh a little. "Go for it, Sonny."
The boys stood facing them and started to dance.
"What the hell is that?" Kame Sen-nin whispered to Pan.
"Totally gay," she hissed back.
"FUUUUUUSION HA!"
They shielded their eyes as the two boys became one. Gotenks grinned and flashed them a V sign. ""Whadaya think, Sensei!?""
He blinked and marveled at the amount of energy coming off of them. Pan snorted and rolled her eyes.
"Pan, can you do that?" the master asked.
"Are you kidding!? I wouldn't be caught DEAD doing that faggy little dance!"
""It's not faggy!!""
"Is too!"
""Is not!!""
"Children! Please! Cut it out!" He stroked his beard and thought. 'There are three of them. But the third doesn't want to play along. If she did, they could be a great team. That's it!' "I will take on all three of you as students!"
""YATTA!""
"Oh no no! Not me!" Pan shouted.
"Oh yes, you too. You forget missy, I've known your Kaasan since she was 16 years old. I think one well placed phone call describing how you punched me through the side of my own house would commit you to my tutelage for at least a year."
"No!!!" she whined.
"One month is all I will need. You will thank me later."
Gotenks did a happy (but not faggy) dance on the sand and Pan-chan sulked at her apparent misfortune.

On to Chapter TWO