Hey everyone! I'm back again! Sorry about the long wait. I was busy . . . and lazy . . . and there were so many video games I needed to play . . . and school . . . and, um, crap, I can't think of any other excuses. Anyway, this story is NOT, I repeat, NOT dead. Too prove it, I'm back here with another update! Yeah. Well, anyway, I suppose I should just get on with the chapter. You've waited long enough. Oh, also, be sure you remember the wannabe mysterious guys from chapter 3.
Dragon Ball Z
Trapped In the Future
Chapter Five:
The Demonic Duo . . . Er, Quartet . . . Uh, Sextet?
It was getting late in the morning by the time the eighteen year old Son Gohan finally got out of bed. Golden rays of sun streamed across his bed as he sat up and stretched. It took him a few seconds to figure out why he was at Capsule Corp. Then he wished he hadn't remembered. He was in the future, along with Goten, Trunks, and Videl. Not to mention the assorted younger versions of himself and the others. Today was going to be just great.
Gohan pulled himself out of bed and into the shower attached to his room. A few minutes later, the boxer clad demi-Saiya-jin Opened his closet to find something to wear. Seeing as how he was staying in what, in his time, was his private room, he expected to find some jeans or khakis and a t-shirt, or maybe a gi. Strangely, however, he found that about a third of his closet was now occupied by dress suits. Gohan made a mental note to lighten up and get out more, before he turned into a real nerd. Much to his relief, Gohan quickly spied a pair of jeans and pulled them out. However, upon closer inspection, he discovered that said jeans were WAY too small for him. So why were they in his closet? Wait! Those were women's jeans! And what's this?! There were dresses in the closet!
Gohan looked down. There were a couple of pairs of male dress shows, and quite a few pairs of women's shoes. Why were there women's shoes? Confused, Gohan began to examine the rest of the room. He pulled open a drawer on the large mirrored dresser (which he had not had in his time). Boxers. He pulled open another drawer. Socks. He pulled open another drawer . . . and promptly turned beat red. Panties and bras. Why were there panties and bras in his dresser? He opened another drawer. Female stockings. He opened another . . . and invented a new shade of red. Very enticing lingerie.
Gohan quickly shut the drawers. Panting and blushing, Gohan ran his eyes over the rest of the room. The bed! He had been too tired last night to notice, but the bed was different. In his time, Gohan had a nice twin bed, built for one person to have plenty of room. Now, there was a queen sized bed built . . . for . . . . . . two . . . . . . .
* * * * * * *
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Briefs Trunks sat bolt upright in bed at the blood curtailing scream. What was wrong?! Were they under attack?! He dashed out of his room clad in only his pajama pants and a wife beater. From the next door over, Goten emerged in a similar state of dress.
Quickly, the Saiya-jins found the source of the scream (of course it was only about twenty feet from them). Clad only in boxers, the teenage version of Son Gohan cowered against the wall, curled up in the fetal position, wide-eyed horror etched on his face as he gently rocked back and forward.
"Nii-san!"
"Gohan!"
The teenage Trunks and Goten raced over to the fallen teen.
"Gohan, what's wrong?!" Trunks asked worriedly.
"Are you okay?" Goten asked.
After several seconds of incoherent mumbling, Gohan managed to mutter, "There are bras in my dresser."
It was absolutely silent for a second. Then both Trunks and Goten fell on their rears, laughing their heads off. Gohan managed to recover enough stop rocking and to glare at the boys.
"What's so funny?!"
"W-well," Trunks stammered through fits of laughter, "Of course there are bras in your dresser!"
"Y-yeah!" Goten chuckled. "Where else would your wife put her clothes?"
Gohan paled. "M-my wife?"
"Of course!" Goten replied, stifling the last of his chuckles. "Remember from last night?"
Trunks nodded, still grinning. "What, did you think Pan just randomly spawned in a dark corner? No way man. You married Videl."
Gohan shook slightly. "W-well, yeah, I remember Pan said that Videl was her mother. But . . . I-I never really stopped to think about what that meant."
Still grinning, Trunks and Goten helped Gohan to his feet. "Now, Nii-san," Goten said, as if instructing a child. "Why don't you go put on some clothes and we'll go down to breakfast."
Suddenly remembering the what had triggered his near nervous breakdown, Gohan snapped out of his stupor. "But I don't have any clothes. The only male outfits in my closet were business suits."
"No problem," Trunks said. "We have some spare clothes you could borrow."
Remembering that the clothes the two had worn last night looked like something Sharpner would wear, Gohan declined, "Um, thanks, but, is there a spare gi or something I could wear instead?"
Goten shrugged. "Sure. Fourth door down is Tou-san and Ka-san's. I'm sure dad has plenty of gis you could wear. Gohan nodded in thanks and took off down the hall.
* * * * * * *
As Gohan (now clad in one of his father's orange gis), Goten, and Trunks approached the kitchen, they could hear two voices rising in argument. One of the voices obviously belonged to Juunana-gou. The other belonged to one of the Trunks's. Seeing as how the voice was not high enough to belong to the chibi, and the Trunks from the current time was with them, the group realized that it must be Mirai no Trunks. The group paused for a moment, the possibilities ran through their heads. Juunana-gou and Mirai Trunks were arguing. As one, the three teens seemed to realize that this would likely lead to blood shed and dashed into the kitchen. They were not prepared for what they saw.
Juunana-gou and Mirai Trunks were standing face to face, glaring at each other. Both wore aprons and oven mitts and held a spatula.
"And I'm saying that you wouldn't know French Toast if it hit you upside the face!" Juunana declared.
"I beg to differ!" Mirai Trunks cried. "You couldn't properly mix batter if your life depended on it!"
Gohan, Goten, and Trunks stopped to stare. Marron looked up from her seat at the table upon noticing the new arrivals. "They've been like this all morning," she explained to the teens. "But at least breakfast is getting made. And I don't have to do it." She gestured to the counter were a number of large platters sat, each covered in a mountain of French Toast. Several more pieces suddenly flew through the air and landed on one of the piles. It seemed that the to enraged chefs had no problem with cooking without paying any attention.
Shrugging the three took seats at the table. "So where are the kids?" Gohan asked.
Marron shrugged. "Not sure. They are up I know. And they should be here soon. You know they would never miss breakfast." The Saiya-jins nodded in understanding.
A few moments later the kitchen door opened again, but it wasn't the chibis. The eleven-year-old Gohan from the Cell Games came in leading Videl. Videl had borrowed clothing from Marron, so she now wore (much to her chagrin) khakis and a tube top that showed more of her midriff than she liked. "I got lost," she said blushing, answering the unsaid question. Teen Gohan couldn't quite bring himself to look Videl in the face. Images of provocative lingerie kept flashing through his mind. The younger Gohan, who for some reason was wearing blue spandex, took a seat next to his counterpart, and Videl sat by Marron.
Soon the doors burst open and six chibis piled in. They stopped to posed dramatically by the door. Everyone stared at them. Even Mirai Trunks and Juunana-gou stopped arguing. All six chibis were decked out in blue spandex with matching white armor. After several seconds, teen Trunks finally spoke. "Where did you get those?"
"We found a bunch in the closet of our room," Bra replied, grinning.
Videl blinked a few times. "Uh, what exactly are they wearing?"
"That's Saiya-jin armor," teen Gohan replied. "Why they are wearing it, I have no idea."
Chibi Trunks shrugged. "We just found a box full of uniforms like Tou-san used to wear and decided to try them on."
The chibi Gohan with gelled hair nodded. "Yeah. It turns out, one size really does fit all!"
"Are there any extra sets of the armor?" Mirai Trunks asked. Having removed his apron, it became noticed that he was wearing blue spandex like Cell Games Gohan.
"Sure," Bra replied. "There were quite a few sets."
Mirai Trunks nodded. He really did not like wearing just the spandex. He prefered full armor.
"Any gis?" Cell Games Gohan asked. He didn't really like the spandex at all. The chibis shrugged in response.
"I think I saw some smaller ones in Dad's closet," teen Gohan replied, tugging slightly at the orange gi he was wearing. "Mom must have kept some of dad's uniforms from when he was younger."
The preteen Gohan nodded. "I'll go find one after we eat."
All the children clamored into seats around the table. Mirai Trunks and Juunana-gou carried the platters of French Toast over to the table, along with several buckets full of syrup. Mirai Trunks seated himself by Cell Games Gohan. Juunana sat by Marron and Chibi Goten. Marron and Juunana calmly began serving themselve while everyone else sat still. Videl blinked in confusion. "Uh, guys?"
"They're waiting for you to get your food," Marron commented.
"Why?" Videl replied bewildered.
"Have you ever seen a Saiya-jin eat?" Marron asked.
"No. What does that matter?"
"You'll see. Just get your food now. While you still can."
Videl shrugged and complied. By now some of the chibis had started to squirm in their seats from hunger. Videl gathered her breakfast and sat back down. Oddly, Mirai Trunks then passed out bowls to all the part Saiya-jins. Then the buckets of syrup were passed and each one filled his or her bowl. Once this was all done everything was quite again.
Then Teen Gohan said, "Go."
And the table became a battleground.
* * * * * * *
Videl sat in a soft chair again in one of Capsule Corps lounges. She was feeling a little hungry. She had lost her appetite at breakfast. Apparently, "Saiya-jin" meant "bottomless pit." Now she was regretting not eating.
Teen Gohan sat, sprawled out on one of the couches. Marron was in another. The chibis sat in a circle on the floor, talking in hushed tones. Juunana-gou had needed to go home for something. He said he would be back soon. Everyone else had gone to change clothes or something.
The second oldest version of Gohan returned, now wearing an orange and blue gi, identical to the one his older self was wearing. Soon after, Mirai Trunks returned, wearing white armor just like the chibis. Then Teen Trunks and Goten reappeared. Teen Trunks wore khakis, a brown leather coat, and leather gloves. Teen Goten wore jeans and a short sleeve t-shirt with a long sleeve one underneath.
"So what's the plan for today?" Marron asked.
"We're going to try and fix the time machine," Teen Trunks informed her.
"We who?"
"Me, Mirai me, and the two oldest Gohans."
"Juunana-gou is going to help some, too," Mirai no Trunks added.
Teen Gohan blinked in surprise. "Juunana-gou? But . . . I thought you hated him?"
Mirai Trunks shrugged. "Well . . . I decided to give him a chance. He's not the same as the one from my timeline." Everyone looked at Mirai in surprise. "What? Can't I change my mind?"
Teen Gohan shrugged. "Uh, sure. It's just quite a change." There was definitely something else to it, but Gohan didn't want to push Mirai. It was nice not having him try to kill the android.
"So what do the rest of us do?" Videl asked.
"Whatever you want," Teen Trunks replied. "Just don't bother us while we're working."
Videl's eyes narrowed. "Oh, so the rest of us are a burden on you? Is that it?" Naturally, her glare was directed, not at Trunks, but at the oldest Gohan.
Teen Gohan sweat-dropped. "I-I didn't say anything, Videl."
Mirai Trunks just shook his head. "Look, working on a time machine is really, really tedious and delicate work. Besides, someone needs to look after the chibis."
Teen Goten nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Where are the kids, anyway?"
"What do you mean?" Marron sighed. "They're in the corner right . . . over . . . . . . there . . . ." There was a moment of silence. Then, "Oh my kami! Where are the kids?!"
The others all exchanged worried glances. Teen Gohan closed his eyes in concentration. "Can anyone sense their ki?" Cell Games Gohan, Goten, and both Trunks's followed suit.
"I can't feel them anywhere," Teen Trunks said after a moment.
"Me neither," added Goten.
Mirai shook his head. "They must be suppressing their ki."
"Oh crap! What are we going to do?" Marron cried, now pacing.
"We have to go look for them!" Videl replied, jumping to her feet.
Trunks shrugged. "Alright. Goten, why don't you help the girls while the rest of us work on the time machine?"
Goten pouted. "Why do I have to go babysit?"
Trunks frowned. "Because last time you tried to work on technology, the king of the world declare a global state of emergency."
Goten blushed. "Oh yeah. Forgot about that."
"What?! You're not coming?!" Videl cried. "Don't you guys care? Aren't you worried about the kids?!"
"Worried about the kids?" Goten asked. "No. Worried about the damage and havoc they will cause to anyone who crosses their path? Yes."
Seeing Videl's confused look, Teen Gohan added, "Don't worry. Their's not much of anything on his planet that could actually hurt those kids. The trick is to keep them from causing trouble. Marron's only panicked because she might get blamed for anything they do."
"Oh."
* * * * * * *
"Trunks! Where are we going?" whined Chibi Goten.
The lavender haired child in questioned turned to his best friend and shrugged. "I dunno. Anyone have any ideas?" he called over his shoulder.
Six rather powerful children ran through a forest at breakneck speed, trees blurring past them. Goten, Trunks, Pan, Bra, and two Gohans tried to put as much distance between themselves and West Capital as possible. They ran to avoid being detected by their ki-sensitive guardians. The chibis had already cleared the nearest city, and were now looking for something to do with their new freedom.
"Are you sure we won't get in trouble for this?" piped up the young Gohan with long hair.
"Of course not!" Trunks replied. "Well, not in serious trouble anyway."
"You need to loosen up anyway," Bra added. "Both of you."
Both Gohans exchanged nervous glances.
"Hey, how are we supposed to distinguish yo two when we talk?" Pan asked. "It's kind of confusing having you both called Gohan. Not to mention really weird for me."
The boys in question shrugged. After a moment, the Gohan with gelled hair spoke up. "Well, we're the two youngest of . . . us here. So, how about we call him Chibi Gohan and me Kid Gohan?"
"But, chibi and kid mean the same thing," Goten pointed out.
"That's the point," Trunks said, slapping Goten in the back of the head.
"You don't mind calling yourself kid?" Pan asked.
Kid Gohan shrugged. "You ever met Krillen?"
"Good point."
"So," Trunks started, recalling the others' attention, "What are we going to do? I only had a plan to get us out of Capsule Corp."
"I think there's another city near here," Kid Gohan said. "Blue Star City."
"Hey!" Bra exclaimed. "That's right! They have the worlds largest mall!" Everyone else sweat-dropped.
"Wait! They have that new entertainment center there!" Pan cried out. "I saw something about it on the TV. It's supposed to have all the latest video games and stuff!"
"Sweet!" Trunks and Goten chorused. "Let's go!"
* * * * * * *
In the back of a large van, several men sat around a computer terminal that took up one side of the vehicle. The shady man with slick black hair and dark, beady eyes stood, leaning over the shoulder of a soldier at the consul.
"Mobile command in position," the soldier spoke into a microphone. He held an earpiece to his ear. After several seconds he turned to the leader. "All teams are in position and report green."
The leader nodded. "Good. Has Team D sighted the target yet?"
"The motorcade has just turned onto Main Street. Team D has confirmed the target."
"Excellent!" the leader declared. "Soon, the Red Ribbon Army will rise again! And I, General Gray shall rule the world!"
* * * * * * *
Marron, Videl, and Teen Goten walked out the front of Capsule Corp. Goten stopped and looked around for a minute. "We should head tot he nearest city. The kids might have gone there." He made ready to jump into the air, but Marron stopped him.
"Goten, how exactly are we going to get there?" Marron asked, crossing her arms.
"Oh, right. Sorry, I forgot about that," the teen replied. "Do either of you have an air car or something?"
"I have a jet-copter," Videl replied, pulling out a yellow capsule. "But it only seats two."
"That's fine," Goten replied. "You and Marron take that and follow me."
Videl de-capsulized he jet-copter and the two females climbed in. The raven haired girl punched a few buttons and the engines came to life. Then Videl turned to Marron. "Alright, so how is he going to lead us?" At just that moment, Goten floated into the air. He motioned for the girls to follow him and took off. Videl stared in shock for a few seconds. "Er, right. Forgot he could do that."
* * * * * * *
"Alright, I think we're far enough away that it should be safe to fly," Chibi Trunks announced.
The six children in Saiya-jin armor gratefully took to the skies. Quickly they spotted Blue Star City nearby. The kids all sped towards the city, keeping high enough to avoid detection by people on the street. Scanning the ground with keen Saiya-jin vision, the chibis soon realized that the city was very crowded, much more so than normal.
"Any idea why all these people are here?" asked Chibi Gohan.
"Oh yeah!" exclaimed Bra. "I saw on the news that the king of the world was coming to Blue Star City. Something about meeting with influential business men and what not. That must have been today."
"Must be it," Trunks agreed. "But that shouldn't really effect us."
"Um, hey guys?" Pan spoke up. "Look over there, on that rooftop."
All the chibis followed Pan's gaze down to the top of a skyscraper. There were about six men there. Oddly, each of the men wore a blue spandex-like body suit with a white Kevlar vest. They carried assault rifles and had a pistol holstered on their waists and an army knife buckled to their vests. They wore white gloves and boots. On the left breast of the vest was a red logo of a ribbon with two R's on it. Some of the men had binoculars, while two had sniper rifles aimed down into the street. One of the men was talking over a headset.
"Who are they?" Kid Gohan asked.
"I don't know," Pan replied. "I've never seen them before."
"Are they mocking Saiya-jin armor?!" Trunks demanded, feeling slightly offended.
"Can you see what they're looking at?" asked Bra.
"It's some kind of parade on the street," Chibi Gohan replied.
"It must be the king!" Pan gasped. "They're going to assassinate the king of the world!"
"If that's their goal, they aren't very good at it," commented Trunks. "They just let the limousine enter an enclosed garage. Now they don't have a shot."
"Let's see what they are up to," suggested Bra. The others nodded and began descending towards the rooftop.
* * * * * * *
Looking up from the computer the Red Ribbon Army technician announced, "Team D reports that target had entered the building. Team E has visual inside the garage."
General Gray grinned. "Perfect. It is all going according to plan. Has Team I secured the roof?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good!" Gray turned to the van's driver. "Take us to the helicopter. Some things are best done in person."
The driver nodded and started the van. Gray turned to a nearby soldier clad in a blue body suit and white Kevlar. "Get me my vest," he instructed. The soldier saluted and removed an elaborately decorated white Kevlar vest from a case on one of the van's walls. Meanwhile, General Gray slipped off his dress suit to reveal a blue body suit like his soldiers'. The soldier helped the general into his Kevlar vest as the van sped down the street.
* * * * * * *
"Excuse me, but who are you?"
Six Red Ribbon commandos spun around, leveling firearms at the source of the voice behind them. They were rather surprised to find six children dressed similarly to themselves.
"Who are you kids?! What are you doing up here?!"
The foremost child, one with lavender hair shook his head. "I asked you first."
"Look, kid, we're not playing around here. Who are you?" one of the soldiers said, pointing a silenced pistol at Trunks' head.
The young Saiya-jin prince smirked. "We're not playing around either. Who are you?"
"Look kid, we're the ones holding the guns here. Answer the question!" the lead soldier snarled.
Trunks smirked harder. "Actually, we're holding the guns now." At that moment, the soldiers realized that their weapons were, somehow, not in their hands anymore. In fact, the children were now holding their weapons.
"What the?!" The soldier looked up from his empty hand to find Trunks now floating in the air at his eye level.
"And I suggest you answer our questions."
* * * * * * *
General Gray stepped out of the helicopter onto the roof of the United Trade Building. This particular skyscraper was the largest building in Blue Star City, and was the center of commerce for half of the main continent. The king of the world had come to Blue Star City to meet with top business officials from all over. This had been the perfect opportunity for the New Red Ribbon Army to strike!
The NRRA's top commandos had been positioned around and in the building long before the king had arrived. As soon as the business meeting had started, the troops had sprung into action. The king's guards were quickly neutralized. Ever sense Cell had been defeated nineteen years ago, the world had gotten more and more at ease. Noone wanted to start anything big, they were all happy with the new peace. Unfortunately, there were still people like General Gray. People with ambition and a complete disregard for others. Of course, no one but a select few remembered an incident involving Majin Buu and the destruction of the entire planet. But hey, that wasn't all that important.
General Gray and his guard of elite NRRA troops descended from the roof using an elevator until they reached the forty-second floor, where the king was now being held by NRRA troops.
General Gray grinned as he entered the room. The king was a very old, plump dog-like humanoid. He was only the second non-human to be elected as king. He had been in office for quite a long time as well. He had been around ages ago, during the time of the first Red Ribbon Army. The king was also one of the best loved kings the world had ever had, despite the governments inability to stop the old Red Ribbon Army or Cell.
"Why hello, Your Highness," General Gray said pleasantly as he strode up to the king, who was sitting in his chair, being watched by two armed guards. "It is a fine day, isn't it?"
"Who are you?" the king demanded.
"I am General Gray. Leader of the New Red Ribbon Army."
The king's eyes narrowed. "Red Ribbon Army?" He looked around the room. "Ha! What would you youngsters know about the Red Ribbon Army? I doubt that many of you were even born then."
Gray's smug grin failed. "Listen here you old geezer," he snarled, slapping the king across the face. "I'm in charge now!"
"Leave him alone!" came a cry from the far corner of the room. General Gray turned to where the others prisoners were being held at gun point. The one who had spoken was by far the largest man in the room. He was also the strangest looking. He had stitches all over and bolts on his neck.
Gray smirked. "Something wrong, Frankenstein? You're the kings bodyguard aren't you?"
The large man growled. "So what if I am?"
"Calm down, Eighter," said a red haired woman in her late forties. Gray recognized her as the king's secretary.
Gray smirked as he knelt near the large man, Eighter. "My, you are ugly," he taunted lightly. "Hard to believe you were once part of the old Red Ribbon Army, Android Number 8."
The Frankenstein-like man snarled at General Gray. "Calm down, Eighter!" came a cry from the king. It seemed to work, as Android 8 seemed to relax some.
Gray smirked. "Well, nice to see that the monster can take orders," he said, moving back tot he king.
"What do you want?" the king asked.
"The world, of course." Gray turned to the nearest guard. "Keep an eye on them. I need to go declare my terms." The confident general whirled around on his heels and march out the door, followed by several of his best men.
General Gray and his men took the elevator down to the first floor. The floor was filled with NRRA soldiers, all dressed in blue and white. They saluted Gray as he walked through.
"Sir!" one of the soldiers barked, saluting. "We have delivered the message. The reply should be here soon."
"Good," the general replied. He raised his fist and shouted out, "The Red Ribbon Army will soon rule the world!" The soldiers all cheered in response.
"So you're the one in charge here."
Gray turned around at the soft voice that had come from behind him. There stood six children decked out in blue spandex and white armor, not unlike the general's own troops.
"What are you kids doing here?" Gray demanded. In seconds, all the soldiers in the room had their weapons trained on the young demi-saiya-jins.
"We were looking for the moron in charge of this pathetic little operation," Trunks replied from the front of the group.
"How did you get in here?!" Gray demanded, now pulling his own firearm out and aiming it at the lavender haired child.
"You shouldn't play with guns," stated Bra. "You might hurt someone."
General Gray's eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Are you mocking me?"
"Yes!" Goten replied happily.
Before Gray could respond to that, Pan stepped forward, crossing her arms. "So you are the losers who want to be the Red Ribbon Army." She frowned at General Gray. "I'm afraid we don't like the Red Ribbon army much. You see, my grandpa is Son Goku, the one who wiped out the original Red Ribbon Army."
Gray raised an eyebrow. "You are related to Son Goku?" He grinned. "How wonderful of you to surrender yourself to us. I'm sure you will make a great hostage."
Now Pan smirked. "Don't count on it." Before the soldiers could react, Pan had spun around and kicked the gun from Gray's hand. She then hopped into the air, grabbing Gray by his collar and holding him up, floating several feet off the ground.
The soldiers gawked at the scene, until General Gray began yelling at them. "Shoot her! Shoot her now!" Obediently, the soldiers opened fire, careful not to harm their leader. After several seconds of continuous machine gun fire, the soldiers ceased.
And Pan just smirked down at them. "That all you got?"
The soldiers panicked. There was no way this girl was human. She must have been some kind of demon or something! The soldiers dropped their guns and ran, only to find their exit blocked by two more children floating in the air.
The two Gohans grinned at each other before turning tot he soldiers. "Going somewhere?" The soldiers backer off cowering before the children.
Pan smirked at General Gray. "So much for your army." Before the general could reply, the young girl reeled back and tossed him straight up, through the ceiling . . . and through the next five ceilings as well. The unconscious general became permanently embedded in the seventh floor ceiling. The soldiers were scared.
That is when a woman I a suit entered through the front door of the building.
* * * * * * *
Emma Halloway strode to the front of the police blockade around the United Trade Building. Squad cars and military hummers covered the street. Helicopters soared by overhead. In general, it was a scene of chaos.
The announcement by the faction claiming to be the "New Red Ribbon Army" had only been media half hour ago. The world was panicked when they heard that this NRRA had taken the King of the World hostage. It was simply unheard-of! Law enforcement and the military had laid siege to the skyscraper immediately.
The NRRA had demanded total submission in exchange for the king's life. The Nations of the world really had no choice. With the way thing were set up in the world now, they couldn't afford to lose the king. Ms. Halloway had been selected to present the world nation's surrender to the leader of the NRRA.
Halloway strode up to the hummer where the general in charge of the armed forces was talking with the city police chief. Noticing her, the general nodded. "It's all clear for you, ma'am. Good luck."
Emma nodded. "Thank you, sir." Taking a deep breath, she started for the building. Strangely, no one came out to meet her. Nor was anyone standing at the door. Seeing no other option, Emma stepped through one of the rotating doors. The lobby inside the United Trade Building was an odd sight. There were numerous soldiers along the sides of the room, none of whom were carrying their guns. In the middle was a group of small children, dressed similarly to the NRRA.
"Uh, excuse me. Ms. Halloway stated, getting the peoples attention. "Who is in charge here?"
All the soldiers pointed to the children in the middle of the room. Emma blinked in surprise. These children? "No. Seriously, who is in charge?"
The soldiers continued to point at the children. One of the boys, one with lavender hair folded his arms and stepped forward. "We are in charge here now." The boy, Trunks frowned at the woman.
Emma was silent for a moment. Everyone seemed dead serious that these children were in charge! Oh well. "My name is Emma Halloway. I'm here on behalf of the United World Nation."
"Alright," Trunks stated. "And . . .?"
Emma cleared her throat. "And we have agreed to your terms. We will give you whatever you want."
Trunks blinked several times. The other chibis exchanged glances. "Whatever we want?"
Ms. Halloway nodded.
Trunks smirked.
Dragon Ball Z
Trapped In the Future
Chapter Five:
The Demonic Duo . . . Er, Quartet . . . Uh, Sextet?
It was getting late in the morning by the time the eighteen year old Son Gohan finally got out of bed. Golden rays of sun streamed across his bed as he sat up and stretched. It took him a few seconds to figure out why he was at Capsule Corp. Then he wished he hadn't remembered. He was in the future, along with Goten, Trunks, and Videl. Not to mention the assorted younger versions of himself and the others. Today was going to be just great.
Gohan pulled himself out of bed and into the shower attached to his room. A few minutes later, the boxer clad demi-Saiya-jin Opened his closet to find something to wear. Seeing as how he was staying in what, in his time, was his private room, he expected to find some jeans or khakis and a t-shirt, or maybe a gi. Strangely, however, he found that about a third of his closet was now occupied by dress suits. Gohan made a mental note to lighten up and get out more, before he turned into a real nerd. Much to his relief, Gohan quickly spied a pair of jeans and pulled them out. However, upon closer inspection, he discovered that said jeans were WAY too small for him. So why were they in his closet? Wait! Those were women's jeans! And what's this?! There were dresses in the closet!
Gohan looked down. There were a couple of pairs of male dress shows, and quite a few pairs of women's shoes. Why were there women's shoes? Confused, Gohan began to examine the rest of the room. He pulled open a drawer on the large mirrored dresser (which he had not had in his time). Boxers. He pulled open another drawer. Socks. He pulled open another drawer . . . and promptly turned beat red. Panties and bras. Why were there panties and bras in his dresser? He opened another drawer. Female stockings. He opened another . . . and invented a new shade of red. Very enticing lingerie.
Gohan quickly shut the drawers. Panting and blushing, Gohan ran his eyes over the rest of the room. The bed! He had been too tired last night to notice, but the bed was different. In his time, Gohan had a nice twin bed, built for one person to have plenty of room. Now, there was a queen sized bed built . . . for . . . . . . two . . . . . . .
* * * * * * *
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Briefs Trunks sat bolt upright in bed at the blood curtailing scream. What was wrong?! Were they under attack?! He dashed out of his room clad in only his pajama pants and a wife beater. From the next door over, Goten emerged in a similar state of dress.
Quickly, the Saiya-jins found the source of the scream (of course it was only about twenty feet from them). Clad only in boxers, the teenage version of Son Gohan cowered against the wall, curled up in the fetal position, wide-eyed horror etched on his face as he gently rocked back and forward.
"Nii-san!"
"Gohan!"
The teenage Trunks and Goten raced over to the fallen teen.
"Gohan, what's wrong?!" Trunks asked worriedly.
"Are you okay?" Goten asked.
After several seconds of incoherent mumbling, Gohan managed to mutter, "There are bras in my dresser."
It was absolutely silent for a second. Then both Trunks and Goten fell on their rears, laughing their heads off. Gohan managed to recover enough stop rocking and to glare at the boys.
"What's so funny?!"
"W-well," Trunks stammered through fits of laughter, "Of course there are bras in your dresser!"
"Y-yeah!" Goten chuckled. "Where else would your wife put her clothes?"
Gohan paled. "M-my wife?"
"Of course!" Goten replied, stifling the last of his chuckles. "Remember from last night?"
Trunks nodded, still grinning. "What, did you think Pan just randomly spawned in a dark corner? No way man. You married Videl."
Gohan shook slightly. "W-well, yeah, I remember Pan said that Videl was her mother. But . . . I-I never really stopped to think about what that meant."
Still grinning, Trunks and Goten helped Gohan to his feet. "Now, Nii-san," Goten said, as if instructing a child. "Why don't you go put on some clothes and we'll go down to breakfast."
Suddenly remembering the what had triggered his near nervous breakdown, Gohan snapped out of his stupor. "But I don't have any clothes. The only male outfits in my closet were business suits."
"No problem," Trunks said. "We have some spare clothes you could borrow."
Remembering that the clothes the two had worn last night looked like something Sharpner would wear, Gohan declined, "Um, thanks, but, is there a spare gi or something I could wear instead?"
Goten shrugged. "Sure. Fourth door down is Tou-san and Ka-san's. I'm sure dad has plenty of gis you could wear. Gohan nodded in thanks and took off down the hall.
* * * * * * *
As Gohan (now clad in one of his father's orange gis), Goten, and Trunks approached the kitchen, they could hear two voices rising in argument. One of the voices obviously belonged to Juunana-gou. The other belonged to one of the Trunks's. Seeing as how the voice was not high enough to belong to the chibi, and the Trunks from the current time was with them, the group realized that it must be Mirai no Trunks. The group paused for a moment, the possibilities ran through their heads. Juunana-gou and Mirai Trunks were arguing. As one, the three teens seemed to realize that this would likely lead to blood shed and dashed into the kitchen. They were not prepared for what they saw.
Juunana-gou and Mirai Trunks were standing face to face, glaring at each other. Both wore aprons and oven mitts and held a spatula.
"And I'm saying that you wouldn't know French Toast if it hit you upside the face!" Juunana declared.
"I beg to differ!" Mirai Trunks cried. "You couldn't properly mix batter if your life depended on it!"
Gohan, Goten, and Trunks stopped to stare. Marron looked up from her seat at the table upon noticing the new arrivals. "They've been like this all morning," she explained to the teens. "But at least breakfast is getting made. And I don't have to do it." She gestured to the counter were a number of large platters sat, each covered in a mountain of French Toast. Several more pieces suddenly flew through the air and landed on one of the piles. It seemed that the to enraged chefs had no problem with cooking without paying any attention.
Shrugging the three took seats at the table. "So where are the kids?" Gohan asked.
Marron shrugged. "Not sure. They are up I know. And they should be here soon. You know they would never miss breakfast." The Saiya-jins nodded in understanding.
A few moments later the kitchen door opened again, but it wasn't the chibis. The eleven-year-old Gohan from the Cell Games came in leading Videl. Videl had borrowed clothing from Marron, so she now wore (much to her chagrin) khakis and a tube top that showed more of her midriff than she liked. "I got lost," she said blushing, answering the unsaid question. Teen Gohan couldn't quite bring himself to look Videl in the face. Images of provocative lingerie kept flashing through his mind. The younger Gohan, who for some reason was wearing blue spandex, took a seat next to his counterpart, and Videl sat by Marron.
Soon the doors burst open and six chibis piled in. They stopped to posed dramatically by the door. Everyone stared at them. Even Mirai Trunks and Juunana-gou stopped arguing. All six chibis were decked out in blue spandex with matching white armor. After several seconds, teen Trunks finally spoke. "Where did you get those?"
"We found a bunch in the closet of our room," Bra replied, grinning.
Videl blinked a few times. "Uh, what exactly are they wearing?"
"That's Saiya-jin armor," teen Gohan replied. "Why they are wearing it, I have no idea."
Chibi Trunks shrugged. "We just found a box full of uniforms like Tou-san used to wear and decided to try them on."
The chibi Gohan with gelled hair nodded. "Yeah. It turns out, one size really does fit all!"
"Are there any extra sets of the armor?" Mirai Trunks asked. Having removed his apron, it became noticed that he was wearing blue spandex like Cell Games Gohan.
"Sure," Bra replied. "There were quite a few sets."
Mirai Trunks nodded. He really did not like wearing just the spandex. He prefered full armor.
"Any gis?" Cell Games Gohan asked. He didn't really like the spandex at all. The chibis shrugged in response.
"I think I saw some smaller ones in Dad's closet," teen Gohan replied, tugging slightly at the orange gi he was wearing. "Mom must have kept some of dad's uniforms from when he was younger."
The preteen Gohan nodded. "I'll go find one after we eat."
All the children clamored into seats around the table. Mirai Trunks and Juunana-gou carried the platters of French Toast over to the table, along with several buckets full of syrup. Mirai Trunks seated himself by Cell Games Gohan. Juunana sat by Marron and Chibi Goten. Marron and Juunana calmly began serving themselve while everyone else sat still. Videl blinked in confusion. "Uh, guys?"
"They're waiting for you to get your food," Marron commented.
"Why?" Videl replied bewildered.
"Have you ever seen a Saiya-jin eat?" Marron asked.
"No. What does that matter?"
"You'll see. Just get your food now. While you still can."
Videl shrugged and complied. By now some of the chibis had started to squirm in their seats from hunger. Videl gathered her breakfast and sat back down. Oddly, Mirai Trunks then passed out bowls to all the part Saiya-jins. Then the buckets of syrup were passed and each one filled his or her bowl. Once this was all done everything was quite again.
Then Teen Gohan said, "Go."
And the table became a battleground.
* * * * * * *
Videl sat in a soft chair again in one of Capsule Corps lounges. She was feeling a little hungry. She had lost her appetite at breakfast. Apparently, "Saiya-jin" meant "bottomless pit." Now she was regretting not eating.
Teen Gohan sat, sprawled out on one of the couches. Marron was in another. The chibis sat in a circle on the floor, talking in hushed tones. Juunana-gou had needed to go home for something. He said he would be back soon. Everyone else had gone to change clothes or something.
The second oldest version of Gohan returned, now wearing an orange and blue gi, identical to the one his older self was wearing. Soon after, Mirai Trunks returned, wearing white armor just like the chibis. Then Teen Trunks and Goten reappeared. Teen Trunks wore khakis, a brown leather coat, and leather gloves. Teen Goten wore jeans and a short sleeve t-shirt with a long sleeve one underneath.
"So what's the plan for today?" Marron asked.
"We're going to try and fix the time machine," Teen Trunks informed her.
"We who?"
"Me, Mirai me, and the two oldest Gohans."
"Juunana-gou is going to help some, too," Mirai no Trunks added.
Teen Gohan blinked in surprise. "Juunana-gou? But . . . I thought you hated him?"
Mirai Trunks shrugged. "Well . . . I decided to give him a chance. He's not the same as the one from my timeline." Everyone looked at Mirai in surprise. "What? Can't I change my mind?"
Teen Gohan shrugged. "Uh, sure. It's just quite a change." There was definitely something else to it, but Gohan didn't want to push Mirai. It was nice not having him try to kill the android.
"So what do the rest of us do?" Videl asked.
"Whatever you want," Teen Trunks replied. "Just don't bother us while we're working."
Videl's eyes narrowed. "Oh, so the rest of us are a burden on you? Is that it?" Naturally, her glare was directed, not at Trunks, but at the oldest Gohan.
Teen Gohan sweat-dropped. "I-I didn't say anything, Videl."
Mirai Trunks just shook his head. "Look, working on a time machine is really, really tedious and delicate work. Besides, someone needs to look after the chibis."
Teen Goten nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Where are the kids, anyway?"
"What do you mean?" Marron sighed. "They're in the corner right . . . over . . . . . . there . . . ." There was a moment of silence. Then, "Oh my kami! Where are the kids?!"
The others all exchanged worried glances. Teen Gohan closed his eyes in concentration. "Can anyone sense their ki?" Cell Games Gohan, Goten, and both Trunks's followed suit.
"I can't feel them anywhere," Teen Trunks said after a moment.
"Me neither," added Goten.
Mirai shook his head. "They must be suppressing their ki."
"Oh crap! What are we going to do?" Marron cried, now pacing.
"We have to go look for them!" Videl replied, jumping to her feet.
Trunks shrugged. "Alright. Goten, why don't you help the girls while the rest of us work on the time machine?"
Goten pouted. "Why do I have to go babysit?"
Trunks frowned. "Because last time you tried to work on technology, the king of the world declare a global state of emergency."
Goten blushed. "Oh yeah. Forgot about that."
"What?! You're not coming?!" Videl cried. "Don't you guys care? Aren't you worried about the kids?!"
"Worried about the kids?" Goten asked. "No. Worried about the damage and havoc they will cause to anyone who crosses their path? Yes."
Seeing Videl's confused look, Teen Gohan added, "Don't worry. Their's not much of anything on his planet that could actually hurt those kids. The trick is to keep them from causing trouble. Marron's only panicked because she might get blamed for anything they do."
"Oh."
* * * * * * *
"Trunks! Where are we going?" whined Chibi Goten.
The lavender haired child in questioned turned to his best friend and shrugged. "I dunno. Anyone have any ideas?" he called over his shoulder.
Six rather powerful children ran through a forest at breakneck speed, trees blurring past them. Goten, Trunks, Pan, Bra, and two Gohans tried to put as much distance between themselves and West Capital as possible. They ran to avoid being detected by their ki-sensitive guardians. The chibis had already cleared the nearest city, and were now looking for something to do with their new freedom.
"Are you sure we won't get in trouble for this?" piped up the young Gohan with long hair.
"Of course not!" Trunks replied. "Well, not in serious trouble anyway."
"You need to loosen up anyway," Bra added. "Both of you."
Both Gohans exchanged nervous glances.
"Hey, how are we supposed to distinguish yo two when we talk?" Pan asked. "It's kind of confusing having you both called Gohan. Not to mention really weird for me."
The boys in question shrugged. After a moment, the Gohan with gelled hair spoke up. "Well, we're the two youngest of . . . us here. So, how about we call him Chibi Gohan and me Kid Gohan?"
"But, chibi and kid mean the same thing," Goten pointed out.
"That's the point," Trunks said, slapping Goten in the back of the head.
"You don't mind calling yourself kid?" Pan asked.
Kid Gohan shrugged. "You ever met Krillen?"
"Good point."
"So," Trunks started, recalling the others' attention, "What are we going to do? I only had a plan to get us out of Capsule Corp."
"I think there's another city near here," Kid Gohan said. "Blue Star City."
"Hey!" Bra exclaimed. "That's right! They have the worlds largest mall!" Everyone else sweat-dropped.
"Wait! They have that new entertainment center there!" Pan cried out. "I saw something about it on the TV. It's supposed to have all the latest video games and stuff!"
"Sweet!" Trunks and Goten chorused. "Let's go!"
* * * * * * *
In the back of a large van, several men sat around a computer terminal that took up one side of the vehicle. The shady man with slick black hair and dark, beady eyes stood, leaning over the shoulder of a soldier at the consul.
"Mobile command in position," the soldier spoke into a microphone. He held an earpiece to his ear. After several seconds he turned to the leader. "All teams are in position and report green."
The leader nodded. "Good. Has Team D sighted the target yet?"
"The motorcade has just turned onto Main Street. Team D has confirmed the target."
"Excellent!" the leader declared. "Soon, the Red Ribbon Army will rise again! And I, General Gray shall rule the world!"
* * * * * * *
Marron, Videl, and Teen Goten walked out the front of Capsule Corp. Goten stopped and looked around for a minute. "We should head tot he nearest city. The kids might have gone there." He made ready to jump into the air, but Marron stopped him.
"Goten, how exactly are we going to get there?" Marron asked, crossing her arms.
"Oh, right. Sorry, I forgot about that," the teen replied. "Do either of you have an air car or something?"
"I have a jet-copter," Videl replied, pulling out a yellow capsule. "But it only seats two."
"That's fine," Goten replied. "You and Marron take that and follow me."
Videl de-capsulized he jet-copter and the two females climbed in. The raven haired girl punched a few buttons and the engines came to life. Then Videl turned to Marron. "Alright, so how is he going to lead us?" At just that moment, Goten floated into the air. He motioned for the girls to follow him and took off. Videl stared in shock for a few seconds. "Er, right. Forgot he could do that."
* * * * * * *
"Alright, I think we're far enough away that it should be safe to fly," Chibi Trunks announced.
The six children in Saiya-jin armor gratefully took to the skies. Quickly they spotted Blue Star City nearby. The kids all sped towards the city, keeping high enough to avoid detection by people on the street. Scanning the ground with keen Saiya-jin vision, the chibis soon realized that the city was very crowded, much more so than normal.
"Any idea why all these people are here?" asked Chibi Gohan.
"Oh yeah!" exclaimed Bra. "I saw on the news that the king of the world was coming to Blue Star City. Something about meeting with influential business men and what not. That must have been today."
"Must be it," Trunks agreed. "But that shouldn't really effect us."
"Um, hey guys?" Pan spoke up. "Look over there, on that rooftop."
All the chibis followed Pan's gaze down to the top of a skyscraper. There were about six men there. Oddly, each of the men wore a blue spandex-like body suit with a white Kevlar vest. They carried assault rifles and had a pistol holstered on their waists and an army knife buckled to their vests. They wore white gloves and boots. On the left breast of the vest was a red logo of a ribbon with two R's on it. Some of the men had binoculars, while two had sniper rifles aimed down into the street. One of the men was talking over a headset.
"Who are they?" Kid Gohan asked.
"I don't know," Pan replied. "I've never seen them before."
"Are they mocking Saiya-jin armor?!" Trunks demanded, feeling slightly offended.
"Can you see what they're looking at?" asked Bra.
"It's some kind of parade on the street," Chibi Gohan replied.
"It must be the king!" Pan gasped. "They're going to assassinate the king of the world!"
"If that's their goal, they aren't very good at it," commented Trunks. "They just let the limousine enter an enclosed garage. Now they don't have a shot."
"Let's see what they are up to," suggested Bra. The others nodded and began descending towards the rooftop.
* * * * * * *
Looking up from the computer the Red Ribbon Army technician announced, "Team D reports that target had entered the building. Team E has visual inside the garage."
General Gray grinned. "Perfect. It is all going according to plan. Has Team I secured the roof?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good!" Gray turned to the van's driver. "Take us to the helicopter. Some things are best done in person."
The driver nodded and started the van. Gray turned to a nearby soldier clad in a blue body suit and white Kevlar. "Get me my vest," he instructed. The soldier saluted and removed an elaborately decorated white Kevlar vest from a case on one of the van's walls. Meanwhile, General Gray slipped off his dress suit to reveal a blue body suit like his soldiers'. The soldier helped the general into his Kevlar vest as the van sped down the street.
* * * * * * *
"Excuse me, but who are you?"
Six Red Ribbon commandos spun around, leveling firearms at the source of the voice behind them. They were rather surprised to find six children dressed similarly to themselves.
"Who are you kids?! What are you doing up here?!"
The foremost child, one with lavender hair shook his head. "I asked you first."
"Look, kid, we're not playing around here. Who are you?" one of the soldiers said, pointing a silenced pistol at Trunks' head.
The young Saiya-jin prince smirked. "We're not playing around either. Who are you?"
"Look kid, we're the ones holding the guns here. Answer the question!" the lead soldier snarled.
Trunks smirked harder. "Actually, we're holding the guns now." At that moment, the soldiers realized that their weapons were, somehow, not in their hands anymore. In fact, the children were now holding their weapons.
"What the?!" The soldier looked up from his empty hand to find Trunks now floating in the air at his eye level.
"And I suggest you answer our questions."
* * * * * * *
General Gray stepped out of the helicopter onto the roof of the United Trade Building. This particular skyscraper was the largest building in Blue Star City, and was the center of commerce for half of the main continent. The king of the world had come to Blue Star City to meet with top business officials from all over. This had been the perfect opportunity for the New Red Ribbon Army to strike!
The NRRA's top commandos had been positioned around and in the building long before the king had arrived. As soon as the business meeting had started, the troops had sprung into action. The king's guards were quickly neutralized. Ever sense Cell had been defeated nineteen years ago, the world had gotten more and more at ease. Noone wanted to start anything big, they were all happy with the new peace. Unfortunately, there were still people like General Gray. People with ambition and a complete disregard for others. Of course, no one but a select few remembered an incident involving Majin Buu and the destruction of the entire planet. But hey, that wasn't all that important.
General Gray and his guard of elite NRRA troops descended from the roof using an elevator until they reached the forty-second floor, where the king was now being held by NRRA troops.
General Gray grinned as he entered the room. The king was a very old, plump dog-like humanoid. He was only the second non-human to be elected as king. He had been in office for quite a long time as well. He had been around ages ago, during the time of the first Red Ribbon Army. The king was also one of the best loved kings the world had ever had, despite the governments inability to stop the old Red Ribbon Army or Cell.
"Why hello, Your Highness," General Gray said pleasantly as he strode up to the king, who was sitting in his chair, being watched by two armed guards. "It is a fine day, isn't it?"
"Who are you?" the king demanded.
"I am General Gray. Leader of the New Red Ribbon Army."
The king's eyes narrowed. "Red Ribbon Army?" He looked around the room. "Ha! What would you youngsters know about the Red Ribbon Army? I doubt that many of you were even born then."
Gray's smug grin failed. "Listen here you old geezer," he snarled, slapping the king across the face. "I'm in charge now!"
"Leave him alone!" came a cry from the far corner of the room. General Gray turned to where the others prisoners were being held at gun point. The one who had spoken was by far the largest man in the room. He was also the strangest looking. He had stitches all over and bolts on his neck.
Gray smirked. "Something wrong, Frankenstein? You're the kings bodyguard aren't you?"
The large man growled. "So what if I am?"
"Calm down, Eighter," said a red haired woman in her late forties. Gray recognized her as the king's secretary.
Gray smirked as he knelt near the large man, Eighter. "My, you are ugly," he taunted lightly. "Hard to believe you were once part of the old Red Ribbon Army, Android Number 8."
The Frankenstein-like man snarled at General Gray. "Calm down, Eighter!" came a cry from the king. It seemed to work, as Android 8 seemed to relax some.
Gray smirked. "Well, nice to see that the monster can take orders," he said, moving back tot he king.
"What do you want?" the king asked.
"The world, of course." Gray turned to the nearest guard. "Keep an eye on them. I need to go declare my terms." The confident general whirled around on his heels and march out the door, followed by several of his best men.
General Gray and his men took the elevator down to the first floor. The floor was filled with NRRA soldiers, all dressed in blue and white. They saluted Gray as he walked through.
"Sir!" one of the soldiers barked, saluting. "We have delivered the message. The reply should be here soon."
"Good," the general replied. He raised his fist and shouted out, "The Red Ribbon Army will soon rule the world!" The soldiers all cheered in response.
"So you're the one in charge here."
Gray turned around at the soft voice that had come from behind him. There stood six children decked out in blue spandex and white armor, not unlike the general's own troops.
"What are you kids doing here?" Gray demanded. In seconds, all the soldiers in the room had their weapons trained on the young demi-saiya-jins.
"We were looking for the moron in charge of this pathetic little operation," Trunks replied from the front of the group.
"How did you get in here?!" Gray demanded, now pulling his own firearm out and aiming it at the lavender haired child.
"You shouldn't play with guns," stated Bra. "You might hurt someone."
General Gray's eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Are you mocking me?"
"Yes!" Goten replied happily.
Before Gray could respond to that, Pan stepped forward, crossing her arms. "So you are the losers who want to be the Red Ribbon Army." She frowned at General Gray. "I'm afraid we don't like the Red Ribbon army much. You see, my grandpa is Son Goku, the one who wiped out the original Red Ribbon Army."
Gray raised an eyebrow. "You are related to Son Goku?" He grinned. "How wonderful of you to surrender yourself to us. I'm sure you will make a great hostage."
Now Pan smirked. "Don't count on it." Before the soldiers could react, Pan had spun around and kicked the gun from Gray's hand. She then hopped into the air, grabbing Gray by his collar and holding him up, floating several feet off the ground.
The soldiers gawked at the scene, until General Gray began yelling at them. "Shoot her! Shoot her now!" Obediently, the soldiers opened fire, careful not to harm their leader. After several seconds of continuous machine gun fire, the soldiers ceased.
And Pan just smirked down at them. "That all you got?"
The soldiers panicked. There was no way this girl was human. She must have been some kind of demon or something! The soldiers dropped their guns and ran, only to find their exit blocked by two more children floating in the air.
The two Gohans grinned at each other before turning tot he soldiers. "Going somewhere?" The soldiers backer off cowering before the children.
Pan smirked at General Gray. "So much for your army." Before the general could reply, the young girl reeled back and tossed him straight up, through the ceiling . . . and through the next five ceilings as well. The unconscious general became permanently embedded in the seventh floor ceiling. The soldiers were scared.
That is when a woman I a suit entered through the front door of the building.
* * * * * * *
Emma Halloway strode to the front of the police blockade around the United Trade Building. Squad cars and military hummers covered the street. Helicopters soared by overhead. In general, it was a scene of chaos.
The announcement by the faction claiming to be the "New Red Ribbon Army" had only been media half hour ago. The world was panicked when they heard that this NRRA had taken the King of the World hostage. It was simply unheard-of! Law enforcement and the military had laid siege to the skyscraper immediately.
The NRRA had demanded total submission in exchange for the king's life. The Nations of the world really had no choice. With the way thing were set up in the world now, they couldn't afford to lose the king. Ms. Halloway had been selected to present the world nation's surrender to the leader of the NRRA.
Halloway strode up to the hummer where the general in charge of the armed forces was talking with the city police chief. Noticing her, the general nodded. "It's all clear for you, ma'am. Good luck."
Emma nodded. "Thank you, sir." Taking a deep breath, she started for the building. Strangely, no one came out to meet her. Nor was anyone standing at the door. Seeing no other option, Emma stepped through one of the rotating doors. The lobby inside the United Trade Building was an odd sight. There were numerous soldiers along the sides of the room, none of whom were carrying their guns. In the middle was a group of small children, dressed similarly to the NRRA.
"Uh, excuse me. Ms. Halloway stated, getting the peoples attention. "Who is in charge here?"
All the soldiers pointed to the children in the middle of the room. Emma blinked in surprise. These children? "No. Seriously, who is in charge?"
The soldiers continued to point at the children. One of the boys, one with lavender hair folded his arms and stepped forward. "We are in charge here now." The boy, Trunks frowned at the woman.
Emma was silent for a moment. Everyone seemed dead serious that these children were in charge! Oh well. "My name is Emma Halloway. I'm here on behalf of the United World Nation."
"Alright," Trunks stated. "And . . .?"
Emma cleared her throat. "And we have agreed to your terms. We will give you whatever you want."
Trunks blinked several times. The other chibis exchanged glances. "Whatever we want?"
Ms. Halloway nodded.
Trunks smirked.