Hey everybody! I'm back again! And the peasants rejoice. Anyway, I really SHOULD be updating my Zelda fic, it needs it more, but I felt more like doing this one. Plus this story has shorter, easier to write chapters. Alright, so, please be sure to send in reviews. I like to know that people are actually reading this. Thank you to those who have already reviewed. Now, on with the story!
Dragon Ball Z
Trapped In the Future
Chapter Three:
Chitchat
The entire group made their way to one of Capsule Corps plush sitting rooms without incident. Mirai no Trunks glared at Juunana-gou the whole way. Juunana was confused. No one had told him what was going on at all. He snuck a questioning glance at his niece, but she didn't see him. Marron was glaring at Mirai Trunks. No one attacked her uncle like that! The teenage Gohan and Goten kept pace between the demi-Saiya-jin and the artificial human. The current Trunks, along with the chibi Trunks and Goten walked behind Mirai Trunks, ready to tackle him if he attacked again. Pan and Bra, with nothing else to do, followed Videl closely, which was starting to freak the teen out. Cell Games Gohan walked in front, flanked on either side by a younger version of himself.
Cel Games Gohan led the group, as Marron was too busy glaring holes through Mirai Trunks's head. Fortunately, Capsule Corps hadn't changed much. After arriving, everyone dropped into various seats and couches, except for Mirai Trunks and Juunana-gou. Mirai, leaned against the wall, never breaking off his glare at the android. Juunana elected to stand on the other side of the room, where he could more easily make an escape from this rather angry Trunks, who happened to be a LOT more powerful than he should have been.
The youngest Gohan took a seat on one of the couches, a four person one. The Gohan in Saiya-jin armor sat next to him, followed by the Cell Games Gohan. The teenage Gohan quickly took the last seat, so he could get away from Videl. Miss Satan instead claimed a large arm chair, from where she proceeded to Glare at the oldest Gohan, who made a point not to make eye contact. Teenage Goten and Trunks took a smaller sofa, while Marron, Pan, Bra, and chibi Trunks and Goten took a large one. Everyone sat in silence for several moments.
"So . . . ," Juunana started uncomfortably. Seeing that Mirai Trunks didn't lunge at him, he continued. "What exactly happened? Why is Gohan here? Why are there two Trunks's?"
"Three!" Chibi Trunks quickly interjected.
Juunana blinked. "Er, okay, three Trunks's. And why did one of them try to kill me? And who are all the kids?"
Marron ended her glaring at Mirai, sighed, and turned to Juunana. "Well, Uncle Juu, Pan and Bra wanted to play around in Bulma's lab . . ."
"And you let them?!" Juunana asked raising an eyebrow.
Marron shrugged. "They blackmailed me."
"Nuh uh!" Bra interrupted. "We bribed you! We blackmailed Trunks and Goten."
"Er, right, sorry."
Both pairs of Trunks and Goten turned to each other. The Chibi's shrugged. The teens each raised an eyebrow. "Why did you blackmail him?" they each asked.
"We needed Trunks to change to information in the computer so we could bribe Marron," Pan explained. "And we needed Uncle Goten to . . . wait, why did we blackmail him?"
Bra shrugged. "Cuz we could."
* * * * * * *
Two weeks earlier Bra held a small camcorder and aimed it through a cracked open door. Inside the steamy room stood Goten, clad in a towel, holding a comb as if it where a microphone, and singing at the top of his voice very, VERY off-key. "BaBy, BAby, OnE MOre TiiiiIIMeeE!" Pan giggled over Bra's shoulder, but the preoccupied Goten didn't notice.
* * * * * * *
"Anyway!" Cell Games Gohan interrupted. "Back to the topic at hand."
"Hey wait a minute!" Mirai Trunks interrupted this time. "Did you call him 'Uncle Juu?'"
Marron raised an eyebrow. "A little slow aren't we?"
"What was that?!" Mirai exclaimed, springing away from the wall to glare at Marron, who returned the gaze.
"Whoa, calm down, Trunks," Teen Gohan said, placing himself in front of the teen. "The androids didn't go all evil and mass slaughtery in this timeline!"
"Mass slaughtery?" the Gohan in Saiya-jin armor asked. Teen Gohan gave him a silencing glance.
"Anyway," the oldest Gohan continued, "Juuhachi-gou married Krillen in this timeline and they had a daughter."
Mirai Trunks looked from Gohan to Marron, to Juunana-gou, and back. "How can an android have a kid?" he finally asked.
"Oh! That's easy!" All heads turned to the younger version of Goten. Goten stood and clasped his hands behind his back. "Firstly, the androids aren't really androids. They were originally normal people, until Dr. Gero experimented on them and added mechanical parts. In truth, they are more like cyborgs. The alterations had nothing to do with the reproductive system, so Juuhachi-gou was perfectly capable of having children." With that, the chibi sat back down next to his best friend. Everyone stared at him in silence.
Chibi Trunks waved his hand in front of Goten's face. "Uh, Goten? Is that really you?"
The Goku-clone turned to his friend in confusion. "Of course it is Trunks! At least . . . I think so. Right? I am me? Aren't I Trunks? Aren't I?!" By now Goten had grabbed Trunks by the collar and was shaking him, panic on his young face. "I'm me right?!"
"Uh, yeah," Chibi Trunks stammered. "That's definitely you."
"Oh, okay!" Goten replied happily, as if nothing had happened. Everyone else sweat dropped.
"Anyway," the older Trunks interjected. "Marron is Krillen and Juuhachi-gou's daughter."
"I see." Mirai Trunks continued to glare at Marron. Marron continued to glare back.
"Alright," Juunana stated. "So, what did the Demonic Duo do in Bulma's lab?"
"We didn't do anything!" Chibi Trunks and Goten replied together.
"Er, the other Demonic Duo."
"Us?" the teenage Goten asked.
Trunks smacked him upside the head. "No, you moron! Bra and Pan!"
"Well," Marron continued, "the girls wanted to go play with one of Bulma's time machines. They wanted little kid versions of their parents from the past to play with. Things didn't quite go right, so now we have four Gohans, a chibi Goten, a chibi Trunks, a teenage Videl, and the jerk from the Cell Games." Mirai no Trunks shot Marron a venomous look.
"From the Cell Games?" Juunana asked in disgust. He preferred not to think about Cell. "Oh, wait! Now I get it. You're the other Trunks. That explains why you tried to jump me." Mirai just grunted.
"Um, so now what do we do?" Cell Games Gohan asked. "I was kind of in the middle of something important." He blinked and turned to the older Gohan. "By the way, how do I stop Cell fro blowing himself up?"
Teenage Gohan grimaced. "You don't. Dad uses Instant Transmission to take Cell to King Kai's planet before he blows up."
The preteen Gohan's eyes widened. "And . . . Dad?"
"He doesn't make it back." The younger Gohan stared open mouth at the older one. "And he says not to wish him back."
"What?!"
"Oh, and Cell survives."
"WHAT?!"
"But Grandpa Goku comes back later!" little Pan interjected, drawing both Gohan's attention to her. "He comes back when you fight Buu!"
"Who?"
"Majin Buu," the teenage Trunks spoke up. He turned to the teenage Gohan. "Tell me, in your time is the World Martial Arts Tournament coming up any time soon?"
"Uh, I don't know," Gohan replied.
"It's in two months," Videl interjected.
Trunks nodded. "Alright. Goku comes back for a one day visit during the tournament, which she (gestures to Videl) blackmails you to enter. A series of events occur that lead to a fight with Majin Buu and Goku coming back to life."
"But what do I do about Cell?!" the preteen Gohan interjected again. "I don't want to get Dad killed!"
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to work on that," stated Marron. All heads turned to her. "The time machine is broken so none of you can go back until Bulma can fix it. And she can't do that until she and the others get back from their trip to New Namek." She turned to Bra and Pan. "Meaning your parents WILL find out about this." The girls swallowed audibly.
"Um, who ARE your parents, anyway? I'm guessing your both part Saiya-jin," Mirai no Trunks asked, finally giving up on glaring at Marron.
Bra scowled at him. "Same as yours, dimwit!"
"What?!"
Teenage Trunks rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Bra is my little sister. Bra, you wouldn't have been born in his timeline, because dad died there too early."
Mirai Trunks nodded. "Alright, I see." He turned to Pan. "And she's Gohan's daughter?"
"Uh huh!" Pan replied happily. All the Gohans exchanged glances.
"And who is your mother?" Mirai asked.
"Her!" Pan declared pointing at Videl.
"WHAT?!" shrieked both Videl and the teenage Gohan. Everyone else, including the other Gohans, broke out in laughter at the look on the two teens' faces.
Chibi Goten turned to Chibi Trunks smirking. "Wait till we tell my mom!" This caused Teen Gohan to go from beat red to deadly pale.
"GOHAAAAAN!!" Videl roared, finally finding her voice. "I want some answers!"
"Um, alright, Videl," the Gohan in question meeped.
Videl huffed. "Okay . . . Why were you at the Cell Games? Why was his hair blond earlier? What's a Saiya-jin? How do you fly? Why is the Trunks from seven years ago older than the one from our time? What really happened at the Cell Games? Are you the Gold Fighter, too? What's New Namek? How do you shoot balls of light from your hand? What was that about your father coming back to life? What is Instant Transmission? Who is King Kai? Your father is Son Goku? AND WHY IS HIS HAIR PURPLE?!"
Teen Gohan cringed, staring at Videl. His eye began to twitch. Mirai Trunks blinked. What did his hair color have to do with anything? Everyone else stared in silence. Except for Pan. "Mommy, why are you yelling at Daddy?"
"GOHAAAAN!!!!!"
All the Gohans cringed. "Please stop that, Videl!" Teen Gohan cried. "To answer your questions: To fight, he was Super Saiya-jin, an alien, ki, he's from the future, I won, yes, a planet, ki, Dragon Balls, teleportation, a god, yes, and I DON'T KNOW!"
"Is my hair color a pressing issue in everyone's lives?" Mirai Trunks muttered.
Videl blinked in surprise. "What?"
Teen Gohan sighed and stood up. "Please excuse us. We need to have a long talk." He motioned for Videl to follow him as he left the room.
"Well, that was fun," Juunana-gou commented.
* * * * * * *
In a poorly lit room, several people spoke in hushed voices. Crowding around a table, they all poured over a map.
"Is everything set to go?" one of them asked the others. This man was obviously the leader. He had black hair slicked back and dark, beady eyes. He wore a grey suit.
"The troops are all in place," replied one of the men.
"Our man on the inside is ready," replied another.
"Teams A through F are all in position," said yet another. "Teams G through J will be within the hour."
"Good," stated the first man. "Everything is progressing as it should. Soon, the world will be mine!"
Dragon Ball Z
Trapped In the Future
Chapter Three:
Chitchat
The entire group made their way to one of Capsule Corps plush sitting rooms without incident. Mirai no Trunks glared at Juunana-gou the whole way. Juunana was confused. No one had told him what was going on at all. He snuck a questioning glance at his niece, but she didn't see him. Marron was glaring at Mirai Trunks. No one attacked her uncle like that! The teenage Gohan and Goten kept pace between the demi-Saiya-jin and the artificial human. The current Trunks, along with the chibi Trunks and Goten walked behind Mirai Trunks, ready to tackle him if he attacked again. Pan and Bra, with nothing else to do, followed Videl closely, which was starting to freak the teen out. Cell Games Gohan walked in front, flanked on either side by a younger version of himself.
Cel Games Gohan led the group, as Marron was too busy glaring holes through Mirai Trunks's head. Fortunately, Capsule Corps hadn't changed much. After arriving, everyone dropped into various seats and couches, except for Mirai Trunks and Juunana-gou. Mirai, leaned against the wall, never breaking off his glare at the android. Juunana elected to stand on the other side of the room, where he could more easily make an escape from this rather angry Trunks, who happened to be a LOT more powerful than he should have been.
The youngest Gohan took a seat on one of the couches, a four person one. The Gohan in Saiya-jin armor sat next to him, followed by the Cell Games Gohan. The teenage Gohan quickly took the last seat, so he could get away from Videl. Miss Satan instead claimed a large arm chair, from where she proceeded to Glare at the oldest Gohan, who made a point not to make eye contact. Teenage Goten and Trunks took a smaller sofa, while Marron, Pan, Bra, and chibi Trunks and Goten took a large one. Everyone sat in silence for several moments.
"So . . . ," Juunana started uncomfortably. Seeing that Mirai Trunks didn't lunge at him, he continued. "What exactly happened? Why is Gohan here? Why are there two Trunks's?"
"Three!" Chibi Trunks quickly interjected.
Juunana blinked. "Er, okay, three Trunks's. And why did one of them try to kill me? And who are all the kids?"
Marron ended her glaring at Mirai, sighed, and turned to Juunana. "Well, Uncle Juu, Pan and Bra wanted to play around in Bulma's lab . . ."
"And you let them?!" Juunana asked raising an eyebrow.
Marron shrugged. "They blackmailed me."
"Nuh uh!" Bra interrupted. "We bribed you! We blackmailed Trunks and Goten."
"Er, right, sorry."
Both pairs of Trunks and Goten turned to each other. The Chibi's shrugged. The teens each raised an eyebrow. "Why did you blackmail him?" they each asked.
"We needed Trunks to change to information in the computer so we could bribe Marron," Pan explained. "And we needed Uncle Goten to . . . wait, why did we blackmail him?"
Bra shrugged. "Cuz we could."
* * * * * * *
Two weeks earlier Bra held a small camcorder and aimed it through a cracked open door. Inside the steamy room stood Goten, clad in a towel, holding a comb as if it where a microphone, and singing at the top of his voice very, VERY off-key. "BaBy, BAby, OnE MOre TiiiiIIMeeE!" Pan giggled over Bra's shoulder, but the preoccupied Goten didn't notice.
* * * * * * *
"Anyway!" Cell Games Gohan interrupted. "Back to the topic at hand."
"Hey wait a minute!" Mirai Trunks interrupted this time. "Did you call him 'Uncle Juu?'"
Marron raised an eyebrow. "A little slow aren't we?"
"What was that?!" Mirai exclaimed, springing away from the wall to glare at Marron, who returned the gaze.
"Whoa, calm down, Trunks," Teen Gohan said, placing himself in front of the teen. "The androids didn't go all evil and mass slaughtery in this timeline!"
"Mass slaughtery?" the Gohan in Saiya-jin armor asked. Teen Gohan gave him a silencing glance.
"Anyway," the oldest Gohan continued, "Juuhachi-gou married Krillen in this timeline and they had a daughter."
Mirai Trunks looked from Gohan to Marron, to Juunana-gou, and back. "How can an android have a kid?" he finally asked.
"Oh! That's easy!" All heads turned to the younger version of Goten. Goten stood and clasped his hands behind his back. "Firstly, the androids aren't really androids. They were originally normal people, until Dr. Gero experimented on them and added mechanical parts. In truth, they are more like cyborgs. The alterations had nothing to do with the reproductive system, so Juuhachi-gou was perfectly capable of having children." With that, the chibi sat back down next to his best friend. Everyone stared at him in silence.
Chibi Trunks waved his hand in front of Goten's face. "Uh, Goten? Is that really you?"
The Goku-clone turned to his friend in confusion. "Of course it is Trunks! At least . . . I think so. Right? I am me? Aren't I Trunks? Aren't I?!" By now Goten had grabbed Trunks by the collar and was shaking him, panic on his young face. "I'm me right?!"
"Uh, yeah," Chibi Trunks stammered. "That's definitely you."
"Oh, okay!" Goten replied happily, as if nothing had happened. Everyone else sweat dropped.
"Anyway," the older Trunks interjected. "Marron is Krillen and Juuhachi-gou's daughter."
"I see." Mirai Trunks continued to glare at Marron. Marron continued to glare back.
"Alright," Juunana stated. "So, what did the Demonic Duo do in Bulma's lab?"
"We didn't do anything!" Chibi Trunks and Goten replied together.
"Er, the other Demonic Duo."
"Us?" the teenage Goten asked.
Trunks smacked him upside the head. "No, you moron! Bra and Pan!"
"Well," Marron continued, "the girls wanted to go play with one of Bulma's time machines. They wanted little kid versions of their parents from the past to play with. Things didn't quite go right, so now we have four Gohans, a chibi Goten, a chibi Trunks, a teenage Videl, and the jerk from the Cell Games." Mirai no Trunks shot Marron a venomous look.
"From the Cell Games?" Juunana asked in disgust. He preferred not to think about Cell. "Oh, wait! Now I get it. You're the other Trunks. That explains why you tried to jump me." Mirai just grunted.
"Um, so now what do we do?" Cell Games Gohan asked. "I was kind of in the middle of something important." He blinked and turned to the older Gohan. "By the way, how do I stop Cell fro blowing himself up?"
Teenage Gohan grimaced. "You don't. Dad uses Instant Transmission to take Cell to King Kai's planet before he blows up."
The preteen Gohan's eyes widened. "And . . . Dad?"
"He doesn't make it back." The younger Gohan stared open mouth at the older one. "And he says not to wish him back."
"What?!"
"Oh, and Cell survives."
"WHAT?!"
"But Grandpa Goku comes back later!" little Pan interjected, drawing both Gohan's attention to her. "He comes back when you fight Buu!"
"Who?"
"Majin Buu," the teenage Trunks spoke up. He turned to the teenage Gohan. "Tell me, in your time is the World Martial Arts Tournament coming up any time soon?"
"Uh, I don't know," Gohan replied.
"It's in two months," Videl interjected.
Trunks nodded. "Alright. Goku comes back for a one day visit during the tournament, which she (gestures to Videl) blackmails you to enter. A series of events occur that lead to a fight with Majin Buu and Goku coming back to life."
"But what do I do about Cell?!" the preteen Gohan interjected again. "I don't want to get Dad killed!"
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to work on that," stated Marron. All heads turned to her. "The time machine is broken so none of you can go back until Bulma can fix it. And she can't do that until she and the others get back from their trip to New Namek." She turned to Bra and Pan. "Meaning your parents WILL find out about this." The girls swallowed audibly.
"Um, who ARE your parents, anyway? I'm guessing your both part Saiya-jin," Mirai no Trunks asked, finally giving up on glaring at Marron.
Bra scowled at him. "Same as yours, dimwit!"
"What?!"
Teenage Trunks rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Bra is my little sister. Bra, you wouldn't have been born in his timeline, because dad died there too early."
Mirai Trunks nodded. "Alright, I see." He turned to Pan. "And she's Gohan's daughter?"
"Uh huh!" Pan replied happily. All the Gohans exchanged glances.
"And who is your mother?" Mirai asked.
"Her!" Pan declared pointing at Videl.
"WHAT?!" shrieked both Videl and the teenage Gohan. Everyone else, including the other Gohans, broke out in laughter at the look on the two teens' faces.
Chibi Goten turned to Chibi Trunks smirking. "Wait till we tell my mom!" This caused Teen Gohan to go from beat red to deadly pale.
"GOHAAAAAN!!" Videl roared, finally finding her voice. "I want some answers!"
"Um, alright, Videl," the Gohan in question meeped.
Videl huffed. "Okay . . . Why were you at the Cell Games? Why was his hair blond earlier? What's a Saiya-jin? How do you fly? Why is the Trunks from seven years ago older than the one from our time? What really happened at the Cell Games? Are you the Gold Fighter, too? What's New Namek? How do you shoot balls of light from your hand? What was that about your father coming back to life? What is Instant Transmission? Who is King Kai? Your father is Son Goku? AND WHY IS HIS HAIR PURPLE?!"
Teen Gohan cringed, staring at Videl. His eye began to twitch. Mirai Trunks blinked. What did his hair color have to do with anything? Everyone else stared in silence. Except for Pan. "Mommy, why are you yelling at Daddy?"
"GOHAAAAN!!!!!"
All the Gohans cringed. "Please stop that, Videl!" Teen Gohan cried. "To answer your questions: To fight, he was Super Saiya-jin, an alien, ki, he's from the future, I won, yes, a planet, ki, Dragon Balls, teleportation, a god, yes, and I DON'T KNOW!"
"Is my hair color a pressing issue in everyone's lives?" Mirai Trunks muttered.
Videl blinked in surprise. "What?"
Teen Gohan sighed and stood up. "Please excuse us. We need to have a long talk." He motioned for Videl to follow him as he left the room.
"Well, that was fun," Juunana-gou commented.
* * * * * * *
In a poorly lit room, several people spoke in hushed voices. Crowding around a table, they all poured over a map.
"Is everything set to go?" one of them asked the others. This man was obviously the leader. He had black hair slicked back and dark, beady eyes. He wore a grey suit.
"The troops are all in place," replied one of the men.
"Our man on the inside is ready," replied another.
"Teams A through F are all in position," said yet another. "Teams G through J will be within the hour."
"Good," stated the first man. "Everything is progressing as it should. Soon, the world will be mine!"