The Chibis Save The World

Disclaimer: I still do not own DBZ, so don't sue me. Clear? Good.

Prologue: Evil is Watching

            The still night air weighed heavily on so many people that night. No breeze was present to rustle leaves and the stillness held down the mood like a dense, impenetrable fog. The smell of doom was in the air, for evil was watching. No one could see it coming, yet it would come just the same. No one would be able to stop it, yet they would try, and fail. What carnage was to come in times ahead? Only unspeakable horrors. These were truths held to be evident in all parts of an evil mind as his creature grew close to its completion. Only another short while, and the past would be eradicated to safeguard the future for evil to rule the whole of the universe. 

            The scene was so different for so many people, the Z Senshi, separated like never before, had paired off to perform their usual activities. They were not together, not like in old times, instead circumstance had broken them all, for now at least.

            In a clearing of a forested area, burnt foliage and smoldering craters stood in sharp contrast to the surrounding life. The last two full Saiya-jin, Goku and Vegita, were battling it out in a contest of strength and wills. Although the taller man was clearly much stronger, it did not faze the proud Prince of the Saiya-jin. Blow after blow fell upon both and the air rang out with explosions as they blasted energy at each other, one day there would be a clear winner, but today was not it. Goku offered a hand to Vegita as he got off the ground, but was refused and the fight dragged forth from there.

            Off many thousands of miles away, two old friends, connected through space by their shared friendship of a young Kalltorraiya-jin, awaited the advancement of a clothing store line. The day's shopping had left both tired, but they were nonetheless smiling and beaming their heavy personalities toward the cashier and in competition over his potential affections. AngelGoten fought to get the man to notice, but he stole a glance at Suupaa Gohan 2 instead, and their personal war over him went on for the next few minutes. After exiting the mall, laden with stuff, they proceeded to another for yet more.

            Another clearing, high in the mountains, saw two other fighters, close together since when one was very young. Piccolo sat in deep meditation, his legs crossed and his fingers steepled in front of his chest, rising and falling slowly with each breath. Right next to him sat Gohan, in similar attire and in the exact same position that his deeply respected sensei and trusted friend was. His less trained mind was having trouble concentrating and his eyes shifted back and forth beneath shut lids. He was trying to do better than the older man next to him, but was having difficulty. A telepathic order from the Namek brought the older Son brother back to the task at hand and the five small rocks continued their slow rotation in front of him, only slightly faster than before.

            The Capsule Corp. house, home of the richest family in the world, lay in peace as the evening fell softly. The quiet was only broken as a few shouts and fits of laughter rose from a particular room with its door tightly shut. The sign read 'Keep Out, Trunks' Room' and with the three locks, nobody could get in. The scene of young Trunks and Goten at play could make one's heart melt. They, too, were locked in competition like their fathers, but they chose to fight their war on a video game console instead of risking hurting each other. The shouting rose to a climax and then it was over and the older boy fell back against his bed, disappointed at his performance and humiliated by his defeat. He threw the controller down and pouted, arms crossed, until a warm embrace from his spiky haired best friend brought his smile back. With an arm on each other's shoulders, they left for the kitchen for some food, if only to see who could eat more.  

Four pairs, naturally fitting together in both friendship and competition, or at least in an unspoken respect toward each other, passed the day as usual. Both competitors fought to win in their private battles, but they were at least fighting with each other. This, too, was held to be a truth, and the face of evil smiled as he found the one exception to this, his greatest threat to completing his destruction of good, the Kalltorraiya-jin. He wasn't fighting with anyone else; Yonk was only fighting with himself, just as Bebidi wanted it. There seemed to be no limit to his power, for all he had seen there was nothing he could not accomplish in this world. His fight with Buu-Buu had shown that clearly. But his inner struggle with his own mortality and weakness and his anguish from losing his once-sons tore him apart day by day. He sat alone, at his preferred place where he went to in times of pain. A small mountain pool where he knew Trunks and Goten went to at times; where they, too, went to get away from their worries. He was contemplating many things, things like the impending threat he alone knew for sure was coming, the threat he truly was afraid of. The doom merely foreshadowed by the arrival of Buu-Buu, it had him concerned for the safety of two boys that he hadn't seen in so long.

            The hands of the evil Bebidi ran over his globe as he watched the events unfold in the past, where he planned to send his ultimate creation. His name would strike fear in the hearts of all who heard it and would make even the mighty Kalltorraiya-jin warrior tremble and eventually bring him to his knees. He knew the time had come, the ball opened up and the monster stepped out, ready to be commanded. A portal opened and the new being stepped into the past, evil energy radiating from his large frame. Two days, thought Bebidi; one day to ravage the universe, leaving a path of destruction, and one day to destroy the Earth and destroy his enemies in the past and the future. Only two days, and their lives would be destroyed, nine fighters who had seen better days, their time was up, it was the end for them. If they wanted to win they would all have to would work together-all of them-and it couldn't be done. Or could it?