Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball/Z/GT, but I do own Janden, the Laniins, the other races not including Human, the planet Giendon, a few techniques, and a handful of other things that are my creation alone.
A/n: Heyo! Just to warn you, this will be a compromised ?/V / Videl bashing fic. The Videl fans will be happy but they will also weep, and the Videl hate mongers will grumble and then rejoice. All in due time. But, we're not there yet. So Videl hate mongers, enjoy your Videl-free chapters!
My pre-written chapters are running out. I'm currently trying to write Chapter Twelve, and you're all catching up to me! Also school's coming back up again! _ Not good…Bleagh! If you the readers want a sneak preview, you're going to have to bear wid me… Luckily we're not there yet, so enjoy the ride!
Chapter Seven: Tempus Fugit
5 days later, Mirai Kakkhan returned to his time line. Goku and Chichi waved goodbye to the vision of their missing son very grown up. Little did they know, their seven-year-old son of this time line was right under their noses. True, the unknown boy did make them wonder, but they kept their wondering to themselves.
Kakkhan also left, this time for Giendon. After he IT'd to Namek to return Piccolo and install Dende on Earth, he said goodbye to his new friends. Goten and Trunks were really the ones Kakkhan felt sad at leaving. The past few days had seen Kakkhan spending a lot of time near these two. Whether or not it was to provide comfort for Goten and Trunks or for himself, it didn't matter. He formed a strong mental link to them, so Kakkhan would always be there for them if they needed him.
But then it was time to leave. Kakkhan bid his final goodbye to Goten and Trunks and waved his hand from down to up. After his fingers passed, the air shimmered and a hole was created. This was the Warphole Kakkhan used so often. All of the Z-senshi excepting Piccolo, he had an odd look on his face, were interested in what he was doing. Kakkhan ignored them.
Focusing, he called out in Laniin, "Giendon crun algoloth weirith granard!" (Lead me now to Giendon!) The rip in distance widened and stiffened. In the clearing, black space speckled with bright sparks yawned a welcome to Kakkhan. The boy warrior's mouth twitched at the ends. Not looking back, he stepped into it. He was swallowed up by the sparkling dusky space as he closed the seal behind him.
The fighters and the non-fighters looked on as he left them. They were suddenly onset with a terrible feeling of insecurity. Goten, who had steadily grown more miserable from the time he had woken up two hours ago, burst into wailing tears. Trunks joined him, adding more clatter. This enforced Vegeta's explosive temper and he glared at Bulma and Chichi. He was about to yell for them to shut the brats up, but the objects of his temper ceased on their own. A wave of calm and 'It's all right, guys. I'll be back' had come from wherever their friend had gone and soothed their disappointment. Trunks snuggled back into his mother's arms, while Goten looked at the swirling after image of the Warphole and pointed. He looked up at Chichi, who stared at him with a sad smile gracing her face.
Bulma and Goku noticed Goten's pointing. Startled, they looked at Chichi, then each other, then back at Goten. Vegeta just humphed and went back to the GR. Bulma knew better. Just the fact that Vegeta hadn't grumbled nearly as much when she told he had to come said a lot about the respect the Prince had for this warrior. (Weird character I'm making Vegeta into. LOL.) Another actuality that contributed to this knowledge was that Vegeta had even stayed this long.
Slowly, life returned to what could be called normal in their sense. Goku, Chichi, and Bulma went back into the Capsule building. Bulma's parents soon followed. Krillin, Master Roshi, Puar, and Oolong flew in a plane back to Kame Island. Yamcha hopped on a red-eye back to America to finish the baseball season. Tien and Chiaotzu disappeared to Tibet again, while Piccolo took Dende to the Lookout. There he introduced Mr. Popo to Dende, and gave the responsibility of the little Namekian god over to him. Piccolo and Kami then merged together in preparation for the Androids.
After he had done these responsibilities, Piccolo flew back to his waterfall. He had some serious meditation to do.
KAKKHAN
I sighed as I finally stepped back out of the Warphole. I was tired and hungry, but I still had to close the seal. I did so, yawning hugely. I looked about my mental bonds appreciatively. There was Piccolo's, Janden's, Balannon's, Goten's, Trunks', M. Kakkhan, Chichi's, and Dende's. I had thought of making one with either Goku or Vegeta, but I decided against it, especially the latter. I stopped at Goten and Trunks' links. The feelings rolling along on the link were major disappointment and sadness. If I knew them well enough at that age, they'd be bawling their lil' hearts out. Reaching to the connection, I sent them feelings of calmness and 'It's all right, guys. I'll be back'. Sensing them calm down, I withdrew from my internal state.
Outside of my mind, it seemed no one knew I was back. I frowned for a bit, but realized that it was literally midnight, so everyone and every beast would be asleep. A big yawn overtook me. Stumbling slightly, my tail helping me stay up, I tottered to Tyeler's door. It opened after a few stomps, and I could hear Tyeler grumbling under his? hers? its? breath. It seemed I had woken Tyeler up from a most enjoyable sleep. However, once Tyeler identified me, he/she/it brightened considerably. He/she/it ushered me in the door.
'Hello, Kakkhan, or rather, good night. You're beat, I can tell. Go to sleep, there'll be food for you in the morn.'
I guess that the combination of the fight and the Warphole took more out of me than I thought, for within fifty seconds after falling into my oh so comfortable bed, I had technically conked out completely. Just before I drifted into sleep, a nagging sense of bottled up pain filtered into my head.
AND SO IT GOES
Two long years limped by. Chichi and Goku moved in with Bulma and Vegeta. They were very protective of Goten when he turned two, but nothing happened. Chichi then started, or tried to start, tutoring Goten. If it weren't for the complete dunderheadness that Goten possessed, and that Goku protested vehemently against it, Chichi would have succeeded. Normally, that wouldn't have daunted her, but one night, a cool presence invaded her mind. Chichi felt secure, as secure as when a certain boy Saiyan was around. That was when the dream warrior himself came.
Walking towards her, the as-yet-unidentified boy looked for all the world like he was the Prince of the Dream Realm. His short spikier black hair glittered in the reflection of those dream bubbles everyone seems to have. His face was soft yet closed, and his stance was that of a fighter's. His eyes held a guarded look in them, with a hidden pain lurking in the onyx depths. He wore his traditional garb of green gi and black undershirt; his fighter's colors. His right ear was pierced three times in the cartilage, and another earring graced the cartilage in his left ear. Chichi shuddered at the sight. This simple act drew a slight smile from the dream warrior. Chichi, noting the odd angle it was set in, waited expectantly for him to speak.
'Chichi, let Goten have his childhood. I didn't have one when I was his age, and I still don't have one. Please refrain from instituting his education until he is of six years of age. And threaten your husband with your frying pan if he even so much as thinks about training Goten until he's the same age.'
His voice was a quarter-octave deeper than the last time Chichi had heard it, yet somehow it was fitting for him. Chichi nodded seriously at that last comment. She didn't know why she wasn't arguing with him about Goten, but she wasn't. A small chuckle percolated from the warrior's throat.
'I bet you're probably wondering why we aren't having a heated discussion about this. It's because in your dream state, you're more open to ideas and questions than you are when you're conscious. Now, don't take this personally, but I think I like you better when you're awake and fully conscious that when you're asleep.'
Chichi glared in her sleep. His mouth twisted wryly, then settled into a frown. Chichi ventured forth a question. She was actually surprised when he voice came out. She wasn't used to speaking in her dreams; her voice carried a bit of doubt in it. The Dream Prince caught this and looked at Chichi.
'What's wrong?'
He smiled appreciatively. 'Oh. It's just that my room is trying to wake me up, and isn't succeeding. It's becoming daylight in your hemisphere of the Earth anyway. I'd better go. Goodbye Chichi, and use that frying pan.' (*Snickers* Like she needs the encouragement.)
With that comment, Chichi's dream visitor faded. Chichi cried out, 'Don't go! I need to know if you know my son Gohan!' The statement just burst out of her without warning. She hadn't even know she had been wondering that until now.
The last of his voice rang in her subconscious. 'Yes, I know your son. Let me tell you, he is doing well. Your Gohan is taking care of himself, and quite well at that.'
Chichi's dream settings turned inky, then light again. But this was sunlight, and no dream. Chichi woke up with a weird feeling of insecurity, but couldn't remember why. She shrugged, knowing it would come to her later, and went on with her life.
She told Goten he could go out and play, and not study. When Goku looked up, she could read the hope and excitement in those eyes. He opened his mouth, but before he could say, "Great! Then I can train him!" Chichi got out her trusty frying pan of Armageddon and threatened her husband. Goku shut his mouth and listened to Chichi as she delivered her strange terms.
Another year faltered in passing. Before anyone could say, "Saiyan Warriors", it was time for the Android's terrible reign to begin.
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A/n: Another chappie finished! YEAH! What's your opinion of this one? You want to give me soft cookies, or flames? Or a combination? Well, review and tell me! I won't be able to know what you think if you don't. *Waggles index finger knowingly at those who have read this far w/o reviewing*
Okay, now, I'm thinking about having an alternate ending being written to this, so this fic might turn out longer in chappies than originally intended. So, on to the next chappie, and to more reading enjoyment!
What else do I have to say? Hmmm…*pretends to think* Umm, I don't know, I'll have to think some more…*sinks into meditative pose* Umm…
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SNEAK PREVIEW:
"Certain Saiyans are indeed different from all others. Of course, no Saiyan is ever the same, but those Saiyanlings, shall we call them? Saiyanlings are different even from that. Some Saiyanlings are seers, like your grandfather Bardock; some are shifters; they can change into anything they want; and some are simply fighters who are immortal and do not die." Xian shrugged nonchalantly, a few (feathers?) ruffling under his tunic.
"But how can you tell a Saiyanling from a Saiyan? They don't seem to be different, do they?" Kakkhan asked, thinking of his grandfather Bardock.
Xian looked at his student. There had been a wistful tone in his voice that Kakkhan had never had before. Looking at the child Saiyan, the bird Qwithi was startled to see that Kakkhan had changed. He was tougher, yet more open, and more willing to be friends with someone. He also seemed to be drifting more into his previous life and away from his current life. Xian was surprised he hadn't noticed this before.
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REVIEWER RESPONSES:
j: Have you been peeking in my ThinkingCap™ lately? Because that was exactly what I was thinking for a romance fic (::hint, hint::) Hey, j, you know what I was talking about in the a/n? Your demand is what caused that. Cool, isn't it? I live to serve my reviewer's demands. *Bows* And yes, Kakkhan will go to school.
Frying Pan of DOOM: I brought Mirai Kakkhan back b/c MK is a better person to understand (and boss around) Kakkhan than MT. Another reason is revealed in a couple chapters. See if you can pick it up.
Unknown soldieress: HI! To answer your question, MK forgot how to ascend from living in danger from the Androids all the time. (Lame reason I kno, but it works for me!) And thanx for your info for my new fic!
Rarity88: Thanx for the compliment! *Grins impishly*
ADDITIONAL THANKS TO:
TeAr-Of-A-rOsE and DBZ Chick1!
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I've forgotten what else I was going to say, so I'll sign off!
Stay charged (insider's joke),
Aleandra Alyra Sarienna
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