It was a beautiful day at mount Poataz. The spotless blue sky enveloped the earth with only a slight hint of red that were signs that the sun had only just risen. All was quiet and well until…
"JAKE! Get back here with that!"
"No way! Finders keepers!"
"Grr, get back here!" came the voices that broke the peaceful silence before a deafening crash of an antique vase fell somewhere in one of the three houses on the mountain. In side the small cottage the twin seven year olds stared at their grandmother's vase that was now just pieces littering the floor.
"Oops" said the blonde haired boy that was almost an exact double of his father. The lavender haired girl glared at her brother.
"Jake, grandma Chichi is so gonna kill you for this! You know there's no running in the house!"
"What? You did it too, Alexis!" the boy said, shaking slightly, partly out of anger but mainly out of fear of what their grandmother might do to him and her infamous weapon.
Alex looked past her brother as she heard footsteps coming quickly round the corner. Two women turned the corner and gasped.
"What happened here?" the older, darker haired woman demanded as she looked at the twins who kept quiet. The younger blonde woman folded her arms across her chest.
"Who did it?" she asked both of the twins pointed to the other then looked at each other.
"Jake! You know it was you! You ran right into that thing!" Alex cried
"You were the one chasing me, Alex!" Jake yelled back.
"You stole my diary!"
"You saved over my game!"
"Quiet! Both of you!" the older woman yelled, making the others flinch. "If neither of you can give me a straight answer then I'll have to punish both of you!" she finished, raising the frying pan that she had been keeping behind her back. The kids gulped and the younger woman stepped in front of the children.
"Mum, that might be a bit harsh, I'll handle it." She said and both the kids sighed with relief.
"Fine then, Emily. They are your kids after all." The older of the two sighed before going back to the kitchen, passing her husband, son in-law and youngest grandchild. On the way.
"You'll handle what?" asked the older man as he handed the little blonde girl to Emily.
"Oh nothing. I just think the kids need to go somewhere to cool down, right Trunks?" she asked her husband. The lavender haired man known as Trunks gave her a quizzical look.
"Hey, why are you asking me, what are you planning?" he asked as Emily walked round him.
"Oh nothing…just thought that you should take the kids out to the park while I train with your dad." She quickly said. His eyes went slightly wide and he looked at the kids.
"But honey, I-" he begun but Emily cut him off with a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks honey, knew I could count on you!" she quickly said as she handed Daisy, their youngest daughter, to him and running down the hall. The other man laughed.
"Geese, sorry Trunks, shame I have to train Goten or I'd help out." He said, still laughing. Trunks, or rather the mirai form of Trunks, sweat dropped.
"Yea, thanks a lot Goku…"
An hour later Emily was walking into the Gravity room at Capsule Corporation's home base.
"Thanks for doing this with me Vegeta. The kids have just been a real handful lately. I just need to blow off some steam." She was saying but Vegeta just grunted in response. Emily rolled her eyes and got ready for a quick spar with the Saiyan prince.
They both got into their own stances then they were off, throwing punches and kicks at one another at light speed, both seeming even in their normal forms. Just a half hour into their spar Vegeta broke it off. Emily had had him on the run as she threw several different combos at him when he unexpectedly powered up, his hair turning golden and his eyes going from an onyx colour to a teal. He then winded her by punching her in the gut and leaving her on the floor.
"Break time." He simply said as he transformed back to normal and walked out. Emily slowly got up.
"Yea, sure Vegeta. Just wish you'd get a better way of telling me…" she muttered as she left the room and walked to the living room.
Upstairs, a certain lavender haired prince slowly awakened from a night of tossing and turning. He had not slept well at all the night before and was now finding it especially hard to wake up.
He wearily stood and grabbed the nearest clothes before trudging downstairs. While on the stairs his gaze moved to the living room and he sighed. Great. Guests. Perfect. He mentally groaned. He did not feel like spending quality time with his older self's wife. He just wanted to get a drink and return to bed.
That's when there was a knock at the door.
Trunks glanced at the living room to see if anyone had heard before deciding to answer it himself. It was probably no one anyway.
He went to the door and opened it then stopped. He could not believe it. He thought he would not be able to recognise her if he saw her again but he could still tell it was her, even if it was the back of her he could see.
Before him was a slim girl wearing a pair of tight jeans and a denim jacket. She looked nervous and was hunched slightly over mumbling to herself.
"Um," Trunks finally mumbled and the girl quickly turned in surprise. Her hair was no longer in the pigtails he remembered but instead a high pony tail. But her eyes were still the same; a deep gold colour with hints of yellows and oranges constantly flicking through them.
"Trunks?" she asked and he slowly nodded. He did not know whether to embrace her in a strong hug or invite her in and barrage her with questions. He only knew one thing: Zara, his childhood playmate was back.
"Trunks? What's going on out there? Is that husband of mine here yet?" a voice called from inside. Trunks looked round as did Zara.
"Who's that?" Zara asked as Emily came round the corner. The blonde saiyan stopped and stared at the new arrival.
"I could ask the same. Is this a new girl friend, Trunks?" Emily asked, folding her arms across her chest. Trunks immediately went red at the remark.
"What? No, she's Zara!" Trunks quickly said in his defence.
"Who?" Emily asked, confused. Zara rolled her eyes and stepped forward.
"I'm Zara. I used to live next door, and you are…?" she asked. Emily stared at the 17 year old before her then answered.
"I'm a Emily Briefs." She turned to the younger version of her husband. "You had a neighbour?" Before Trunks Could answer Vegeta came round the corner with a carton of juice in his hand. He stared at Zara.
"You're back?" he asked.
"Yea."
"You're parents here?"
"No. Just me."
"Been training?"
"What do you think?" the girl asked and Vegeta smirked, stopping his questions.
"Bout time you got back. Trunks might actually set foot in the gravity room with you around." Vegeta said before leaving, His son looking rather red as he glared at Vegeta. Zara turned to Trunks.
"Won't set foot in the gravity room, huh?" she asked and Trunks shook his head.
"You know dad, he over exaggerates." Trunks said. Zara just stared at him Emily looked between them both.
"Excuse me, I still have no idea what is going on!" she said and the other two looked at her.
"Oh sorry…" Zara begun then looked at Emily strangely, "wait, Briefs?" she asked and Emily nodded. Zara looked at Trunks with an eyebrow raised.
"Not my wife!" he quickly said, raising his hands. Zara stared at him a moment longer then moved her intense gaze back to Emily.
"I think we better go inside and get properly acquainted." Zara said. Emily nodded and led the way in doors. Zara stopped in front of Trunks.
"Oh and Trunks, might want to put a shirt on…" she said before following Emily. Trunks watched her go then looked down. He was shirtless and only wearing a pair of grey jogging bottoms. Not the way he had envisioned meeting Zara again after ten years.
When he rejoined the girls, they were sitting in the living room on the sofa talking.
"So your parents just took you off into space after that whole Buu thing, huh?" Emily was asking. Zara nodded.
"Yea, I helped out in my own little way then get dragged off to train and learn about engine cores. Very boring really. But you sound interesting, showing up to help destroy a powerful fighter. And being two whole super saiyan levels higher than Goku? That's impressive. I've never been able to catch up with that guy." Zara answered. Emily nodded and Trunks stepped in.
"Hey Zar, I'm going to head off to see Goten, you wanna come with?" he asked. Zara smiled and stood up.
"Sure. I'd like to see if the goat has changed at all." She said before facing Emily. "Well, goodbye then, it was nice meeting you." She added before leaving with Trunks. Emily followed them to the door.
"Yea, you too." She muttered as she watched the two drive off.
High above the blue planet that was Earth, a space ship floated, watching. A man stood on the bridge of that ship and stared out the view screen at it.
"Computer. I want an analysis of that planet." He said in a deep voice that demanded respect. After a few seconds the computer answered.
"Breathable atmosphere, 28% oxygen. Plenty of water. Population reaching 6 billion. Low classification of technology. Average power read out of natives is 10k."
The man nodded to himself.
"That's perfect. We should have plenty of buyers for this." The man said, an evil grin dancing across his face.
"Excuse me sir," another man, smaller than the first stepped forward, "but I believe we should be careful in the way we handle this planet. Lord Frieza once wanted this planet."
"I heard he died. Why would Frieza bother me over this matter?" the first man asked. The second donned a sly smile.
"Oh he won't but I heard he died on that planet along with his father."
"That doesn't surprise me. Didn't Cold borrow money from the infamous lord himself and wasn't able to pay it back? The Lord's assassins took him out." The first responded.
"Frieza was killed before she got there. I read the report." The second stated coolly making the first spin round.
"Are you actually saying that there are strong enough fighters down there to take out Frieza?" he demanded.
"Yes. So we should be careful. According to the report there were saiyans down there." The second answered. The first looked nervously at the floor as he considered the out come of a brawl with that kind of power.
"What do you suggest?" the first finally asked. The second thought for a moment and slowly made his way across the dark room and over to a radar display.
"Leave it to me. I have just the thing." He said as two large blips appeared on the screen, heading towards the Earth.