Only Because I Like Living In Hell
SariaSubi: Hey-ey! A final break from all my Gundam Wing fics! Ya'all probably didn't know I liked Dragon Ball Z, and that's because I never write about it. Though, I have been thinking about this one fic for a while. This is a good one for Trunks fans people. I wonder if people even read my intros
Navi: Not yours
SariaSubi: Navi! Did I mention that Navi is in the story?
Navi: Yeah, people call me pixie dust. Joy to the world.
SariaSubi: *grunts* Be happy I even put you in the story, pixie dust!
Navi: You put your friends in ALL your other stories!
SariaSubi: Do not!
Navi: Your current story, "A Different Side" has your friends in it, the story that you are writing, "The G-Boys" has them in it, and the other story that you're writing, "World of Darkness" mentions them
SariaSubi: You mean even though they're DEAD in that fic?
Navi: So?
SariaSubi: Aaaaaanyway! I do not own DBZ, wish I did, so I could use Navi's powers to make Trunks real!
Navi: Like hell I'd give him to you
SariaSubi: Ya know, in this story, you're actually LOYAL
Navi: Miracles happen when you're paid.
SariaSubi: ::counts money made from lotto:: Ya got that right! Anyway, the first, and maybe second chapters, won't be that great. Every time I have to introduce a good story with happy-happy moments...it sucks. Hey, wait, I'm not discouraging you!
Chapter 1- Why Not? How Bout the Tenkaichi Budokai!
Her fingers danced across the keyboard, typing in orders to the Capsule Corporation's inventory. Business had been shooting up day by day, and it was hard to keep track of everything. Especially with the joy of having him home. She thought it wasn't possible, but it was.
Trunks was back, for one last time. He'd stay longer, though, since he wasn't on any mission, or anything. But it was a year after Goku had died. Things would have been happier and there would be a lighter mood in the atmosphere if he had been there when Trunks' time machine came from the sky. But more has happened the last year.
Chichi finally had that baby that Goku left with her. She had named him Goten. The Tenkaichi Budokai had become a regular yearly thing. Just another way for Hercule to become more famous and get more money. Man, she wished someone would take him down. But they were only simple humans that competed. Hercule was more stronger than any normal human.
That gave her an idea. She looked to switch the TV on as she walked into the kitchen to make herself breakfast, but it was already on. Was her father up already?
It was...Vegeta? He was sitting at the table watching the television, with Trunks washing last night's dishes, which Bulma thought was a very polite gesture. She made sure to thank him for it. "Thank you Trunks," he looked up, "just in time for breakfast."
"Sure thing," he went back to his work. He was wearing the same outfit he always had: gray pants, black tank top, and that denim jacket. It's like he never took it off. Maybe in the vicinity of his own home, maybe, but never here.
He had just finished all of the dishes when Vegeta let out a laugh, startling both Bulma and Trunks. They turned their attention to where his was turned-the television, showing something about Hercule.
"Look at the buffoon. He acts like he defeated Cell. I would gladly teach him a lesson. Hey Trunks," he turned towards his future son, "why don't we enter to World's Martial Arts Tournament, beat him in the first round?"
Trunks gave a smile. "Sure! We can invite the others, too. It would be a great chance to see them again."
Vegeta's cold features became present again. "Fine," he grunted, "if you love being with them so much." Trunks frowned. No matter how many times he could come back from the future, his father would remain the same.
"That's a good idea, boys," Bulma spoke up, making them notice she was in the room again, "glad you suggested it to me. I was going to call Chichi anyway. I'll see how Gohan's doing. His thirteenth birthday is coming up soon, you know. The tournament could be like a present." Bulma went to the phone and dialed in the number.
No one knew that, somewhere in Other World, a great idea sparked.
~~~~
"Goku, you know very well that we can't bring you back to life."
"Aw, come on, Supreme Kai. Just for one day, and I don't even have to be really alive! Just so I can physically punch or kick someone. It's for the tournament, I'm sure you understand." He brought his pleading arms back to himself and watched the little purple man ponder over the decision.
Supreme Kai thought deep and hard as the minutes passed, almost forgetting Goku waiting behind him for the answer. His jaw shifted and he turned around.
"Fine, but just for the day."
~~~~
"Bulma! I'm glad you're here. Come on in!"
"Thank you Chichi. Trunks, Vegeta, well, say hello!" Trunks quickly muttered a greeting with his head down in embarrassment while Vegeta just snorted and pondered why he was even there. He looked inside and saw the boy that was stronger than him, of which he regretted that a mere child of a saiya-jin nothing was the strongest in the world. He also saw some of the others, like Yamcha and Krillin and the old pervert. No one he wanted to see, and he turned the other way and flew off without a word.
"Father!" Trunks yelled after him as he ran a few steps in the direction his father flew. "He always has to be like that!"
"And you think you have it hard. Look what I have to deal with, and really, I don't even know why I brought him," Bulma leaned over to Chichi. "He would just fly off anyway."
"Well, that's the way men are. Us girls are surrounded." Trunks was looking at them and started to walk towards the house, his head down again, muttering something about his father. "Wow, Bulma," Chichi looked Trunks over. "Trunks, you've sure turned out nice." Trunks blushed and stammered with a "Th-thank you...."
It seemed like a reunion from the Cell Games. Everyone had thought they would go there separate ways after the large war, but here everyone was. Gohan emerged from his room. Trunks admired how much he had grown. He looked honestly like a real teenager now. Everyone seemed to stop and look at Gohan's entrance. "Hey everyone," he smiled.
"Hey, Gohan. Man, you've grown," Yamcha complimented.
"Thanks, man." He looked around and then turned to Chichi. "Everyone's here."
"Mmmhmm," she nodded. "We're planning that everyone should go to the World Martial Arts Tournament!"
Everyone's eyes in the room lit up. 'Wow! Really? This is awesome!" Krillin jumped up and gave Gohan a high five. "Yeah! This'll be great!" As much as their was excitement in the room, everyone knew that it wouldn't be the same without Goku, so no one spoke up to ruin the mood. Someone in Other World, however, thought it was very necessary.
"Hey guys!" boomed a voice into the room.
"Dad?"
"Goku?" Even Piccolo, who was standing outside, twitched his ear at the hero's voice.
"Yeah, it's me, guys! Why are you all being solemn about this, it'll be fun!"
"But Goku," Krillin spoke up, "it won't be the same without you!"
"Whaddya mean without me? I'm gonna be there too!"
"You are?!" Gohan jumped with excitement.
"Yep," Goku spoke through King Kai in Other World. "But just for the day, I'll be alive again. Ah, I see Vegeta ran away, again, eh?" he mused. The silence that ensued told him he was right. "Well, I gotta train. See ya at the tournament!" Everyone said there goodbyes to both Goku and each other and headed off to train. The excitement in their veins was bubbling and hard to ignore.
SariaSubi: Okay, I need reviews on this one.....badly. Along with 'A Different Side' (which hasn't updated, nor reviewed in ages), this one's gonna be a long one.
Navi: Hopefully, in those long chapters ahead, I'll show up.
SariaSubi: Prepare for good story-ness! Review my other stories if you're the DBZ and/or Gundam Wing person!
SariaSubi: Hey-ey! A final break from all my Gundam Wing fics! Ya'all probably didn't know I liked Dragon Ball Z, and that's because I never write about it. Though, I have been thinking about this one fic for a while. This is a good one for Trunks fans people. I wonder if people even read my intros
Navi: Not yours
SariaSubi: Navi! Did I mention that Navi is in the story?
Navi: Yeah, people call me pixie dust. Joy to the world.
SariaSubi: *grunts* Be happy I even put you in the story, pixie dust!
Navi: You put your friends in ALL your other stories!
SariaSubi: Do not!
Navi: Your current story, "A Different Side" has your friends in it, the story that you are writing, "The G-Boys" has them in it, and the other story that you're writing, "World of Darkness" mentions them
SariaSubi: You mean even though they're DEAD in that fic?
Navi: So?
SariaSubi: Aaaaaanyway! I do not own DBZ, wish I did, so I could use Navi's powers to make Trunks real!
Navi: Like hell I'd give him to you
SariaSubi: Ya know, in this story, you're actually LOYAL
Navi: Miracles happen when you're paid.
SariaSubi: ::counts money made from lotto:: Ya got that right! Anyway, the first, and maybe second chapters, won't be that great. Every time I have to introduce a good story with happy-happy moments...it sucks. Hey, wait, I'm not discouraging you!
Chapter 1- Why Not? How Bout the Tenkaichi Budokai!
Her fingers danced across the keyboard, typing in orders to the Capsule Corporation's inventory. Business had been shooting up day by day, and it was hard to keep track of everything. Especially with the joy of having him home. She thought it wasn't possible, but it was.
Trunks was back, for one last time. He'd stay longer, though, since he wasn't on any mission, or anything. But it was a year after Goku had died. Things would have been happier and there would be a lighter mood in the atmosphere if he had been there when Trunks' time machine came from the sky. But more has happened the last year.
Chichi finally had that baby that Goku left with her. She had named him Goten. The Tenkaichi Budokai had become a regular yearly thing. Just another way for Hercule to become more famous and get more money. Man, she wished someone would take him down. But they were only simple humans that competed. Hercule was more stronger than any normal human.
That gave her an idea. She looked to switch the TV on as she walked into the kitchen to make herself breakfast, but it was already on. Was her father up already?
It was...Vegeta? He was sitting at the table watching the television, with Trunks washing last night's dishes, which Bulma thought was a very polite gesture. She made sure to thank him for it. "Thank you Trunks," he looked up, "just in time for breakfast."
"Sure thing," he went back to his work. He was wearing the same outfit he always had: gray pants, black tank top, and that denim jacket. It's like he never took it off. Maybe in the vicinity of his own home, maybe, but never here.
He had just finished all of the dishes when Vegeta let out a laugh, startling both Bulma and Trunks. They turned their attention to where his was turned-the television, showing something about Hercule.
"Look at the buffoon. He acts like he defeated Cell. I would gladly teach him a lesson. Hey Trunks," he turned towards his future son, "why don't we enter to World's Martial Arts Tournament, beat him in the first round?"
Trunks gave a smile. "Sure! We can invite the others, too. It would be a great chance to see them again."
Vegeta's cold features became present again. "Fine," he grunted, "if you love being with them so much." Trunks frowned. No matter how many times he could come back from the future, his father would remain the same.
"That's a good idea, boys," Bulma spoke up, making them notice she was in the room again, "glad you suggested it to me. I was going to call Chichi anyway. I'll see how Gohan's doing. His thirteenth birthday is coming up soon, you know. The tournament could be like a present." Bulma went to the phone and dialed in the number.
No one knew that, somewhere in Other World, a great idea sparked.
~~~~
"Goku, you know very well that we can't bring you back to life."
"Aw, come on, Supreme Kai. Just for one day, and I don't even have to be really alive! Just so I can physically punch or kick someone. It's for the tournament, I'm sure you understand." He brought his pleading arms back to himself and watched the little purple man ponder over the decision.
Supreme Kai thought deep and hard as the minutes passed, almost forgetting Goku waiting behind him for the answer. His jaw shifted and he turned around.
"Fine, but just for the day."
~~~~
"Bulma! I'm glad you're here. Come on in!"
"Thank you Chichi. Trunks, Vegeta, well, say hello!" Trunks quickly muttered a greeting with his head down in embarrassment while Vegeta just snorted and pondered why he was even there. He looked inside and saw the boy that was stronger than him, of which he regretted that a mere child of a saiya-jin nothing was the strongest in the world. He also saw some of the others, like Yamcha and Krillin and the old pervert. No one he wanted to see, and he turned the other way and flew off without a word.
"Father!" Trunks yelled after him as he ran a few steps in the direction his father flew. "He always has to be like that!"
"And you think you have it hard. Look what I have to deal with, and really, I don't even know why I brought him," Bulma leaned over to Chichi. "He would just fly off anyway."
"Well, that's the way men are. Us girls are surrounded." Trunks was looking at them and started to walk towards the house, his head down again, muttering something about his father. "Wow, Bulma," Chichi looked Trunks over. "Trunks, you've sure turned out nice." Trunks blushed and stammered with a "Th-thank you...."
It seemed like a reunion from the Cell Games. Everyone had thought they would go there separate ways after the large war, but here everyone was. Gohan emerged from his room. Trunks admired how much he had grown. He looked honestly like a real teenager now. Everyone seemed to stop and look at Gohan's entrance. "Hey everyone," he smiled.
"Hey, Gohan. Man, you've grown," Yamcha complimented.
"Thanks, man." He looked around and then turned to Chichi. "Everyone's here."
"Mmmhmm," she nodded. "We're planning that everyone should go to the World Martial Arts Tournament!"
Everyone's eyes in the room lit up. 'Wow! Really? This is awesome!" Krillin jumped up and gave Gohan a high five. "Yeah! This'll be great!" As much as their was excitement in the room, everyone knew that it wouldn't be the same without Goku, so no one spoke up to ruin the mood. Someone in Other World, however, thought it was very necessary.
"Hey guys!" boomed a voice into the room.
"Dad?"
"Goku?" Even Piccolo, who was standing outside, twitched his ear at the hero's voice.
"Yeah, it's me, guys! Why are you all being solemn about this, it'll be fun!"
"But Goku," Krillin spoke up, "it won't be the same without you!"
"Whaddya mean without me? I'm gonna be there too!"
"You are?!" Gohan jumped with excitement.
"Yep," Goku spoke through King Kai in Other World. "But just for the day, I'll be alive again. Ah, I see Vegeta ran away, again, eh?" he mused. The silence that ensued told him he was right. "Well, I gotta train. See ya at the tournament!" Everyone said there goodbyes to both Goku and each other and headed off to train. The excitement in their veins was bubbling and hard to ignore.
SariaSubi: Okay, I need reviews on this one.....badly. Along with 'A Different Side' (which hasn't updated, nor reviewed in ages), this one's gonna be a long one.
Navi: Hopefully, in those long chapters ahead, I'll show up.
SariaSubi: Prepare for good story-ness! Review my other stories if you're the DBZ and/or Gundam Wing person!