A/N: I do not own YGO or DBZ. Sorry about the wait!
Night is drawing near and I still am not even close to completing the project. At least they've allowed me to have my own quarters but it is nothing to brag about. I am now in yet another cell with four silver walls and a metallic door. There are electric lights on the ceiling, which is surprising…because this facility appears to be on a tropical island or something of the sort. I wonder why they chose this kind of location. Then again, I don't know specifically where I am.
I recall believing that these people weren't human. I was wrong. They are human…not normal humans, so to speak. Humanoids mostly I guess. Something's been altered, changed in their genetics. They still maintain that almost abnormal appearance. But I have seen worse. Look at the Third World countries. I often wonder why so few people offer their assistance in those countries.
I have been working slowly on completing this super weapon. I need time. I must figure out how to escape and well, somehow save the world in the process. I can't live knowing something terrible will happen and that I could have stopped it.
The living conditions here are not so bad, better than what I would have expected. A day has already passed and they have given me the three standard meals a day. I don't know where they got the food since it is what I usually eat but maybe they've been observing and studying my habits as well as my working habits.
So far I have obeyed their orders. I'm not stupid. I know I will receive punishment if I disobey. I'd rather not find out just what kind of punishment they will give. I imagine I will know soon since they are bound to find out sooner or later about my stalling.
It's easy to move to my bed. The chains binding me to the work area are just long enough for me to actually lie down and catch a bit of sleep. If I didn't know any better, I'd say these are the nicest abductors I have ever heard of.
The weather here…wherever I am…has been mostly nice. The sun shines all day—yes I do have one window but it's very small to prevent me from escaping. There has been no rain; just wind and few clouds. Although, I'm pretty certain I saw the sky darken on the horizon and it doesn't look very pleasant or inviting. In fact, I can see lightning and a gray mist below those clouds.
A storm is coming.
I'm glad I'm in here.
The door slides open and I quickly focus my attention on the components on the worktable, hoping they hadn't seen my moment of distraction.
"Pay attention, Seto Kaiba." Comes the hard and cold monotone voice, the same one I hear nearly everyday. Even the females have similar voices to that of the males.
I grunt and refuse to take the bait. I know that if I argue or snap at them, I will surely be punished.
I feel my arm being grabbed and the chains at my feet have been unlocked.
Great. Just great.
Mokuba anxiously awaited the arrival of the gang. He was at the local airport and standing just outside the large private jet that the two Kaiba brothers owned. He would've taken the Blue Eyes White Dragon jet but it was meant only for two people, and besides, it was something special. Just for him and his brother.
Meanwhile, Goten was fidgeting with his hands, sitting tight on the ground. Mokuba had packed some extra clothes of his own for Goten since Goten obviously had no way of obtaining any clothes of his own. Mokuba hoped the clothes he had lent weren't too big. Currently Goten still wore his gi but over it he wore a navy sweatshirt of Mokuba's. It was slightly chilly since it was now evening and Goten was hungry…again. His stomach rumbled and Mokuba stifled a laugh. He was hungry himself too. "Do you-"
"There's a well-stocked fridge on board." Mokuba answered quickly, already knowing what the question was. He smiled down at the young boy. "You can go in if you want—er, maybe not. We'll wait till the others get here and then we can have a little snack." Mokuba figured it would not be wise to let Goten off on his own at the food. The Son boy had only been in his world for five hours and already Mokuba understood just how much Goten was capable of eating. During the last three hours, the two had become better acquainted with each other and were close to being good friends. He just hoped the gang would become friends with the Son boy as well.
"Okay!" Goten said brightly with a shy grin and then returned to staring at the ground. Mokuba sighed and looked skyward, marveling at the soft pinks, purples, and oranges that had formed due to the sunset. It was beautiful.
Suddenly the sound of arguing reached his ears and jerked him out of his reverie. The young Kaiba boy turned to the source seeing Joey and Tristan argue over which bag was theirs. He rolled his eyes and allowed a small smile to light up his face.
"It's mine!" Joey was saying, glaring daggers at his best friend and pulling the piece of luggage towards his body.
"No I remember putting it by the window so it's mine!" Tristan retorted, pulling it right back.
"What's going on?" Goten asked as they came closer.
"Those two have the same type of bag." Bakura explained, being the first one to reach the Kaiba and the Son. He sighed, shaking his head. "I don't understand why they can't open that one bag and find out whose luggage it really is!"
Goten giggled and watched as Joey pulled too hard and the suitcase opened, spilling its contents onto the cement. Tristan sheepishly realized it was Joey's suitcase indeed but was glad that his clothes hadn't fallen out. "Ha! Ha! Joey wears smiley underwear!" He laughed, pointing at the loose piece of clothing that was on the ground, threatening to take flight because of the wind.
"GAK!" Joey reached down and grabbed it quickly, his face reddening in the process. "You jerk! I told ya it was mine!" He fired back, furious.
"Boys will be boys." Tea came up behind her white-haired friend.
Mokuba, impatient, called for everyone to follow him up the ramp into the private jet. As loyal as ever, Goten was right behind him, all smiles. The gang was in awe at the extravagance and obvious show of wealth at the interior of the jet. "WOW!" Joey squeaked, seeing the plush seats of a royal blue color that was capable of being made into a bed. "This is fit for a king!"
Shyly, Goten picked out a window seat and sat down. Mokuba had left to give orders to the pilot and everyone else was too busy admiring the seats, tables, walls, and other objects. With a friendly smile on his face, Yugi made his way over to Goten and sat across from him. "Hi Goten. How are you?" Yugi asked, making himself comfortable.
"I'm fine." Goten managed a shy smile at the boy with tri-colored hair.
"That's good. I'm looking forward to getting to know you better." Yugi smiled warmly at the young child.
"Hey yeah!" Joey plopped down next to Yugi while Mokuba reentered, taking the seat next to Goten. The rest sat either across, in front, or behind them. "We can't trust you without knowing anything about you!"
"Joey!" Tea scolded, shooting the blonde teen a glare. "Don't be so rude!"
Wanting to change the subject, Bakura interrupted quickly. "So, Goten…tell us about your family." He suggested.
Meanwhile, the private jet made it's way off the ground.
"Well, okay." Goten folded his hands in his lap, occasionally fidgeting with his fingers. "My mom's name is ChiChi and she's a really good cook and makes the best food in the world!" He sat up slightly, a smile spreading across his face, a wistful smile. "I miss her. My dad's name is Goku and he's supposed to be the strongest in the entire universe! My big brother's name is Gohan and he's just as strong! He's entering in the tournament. I am too…I hope I'm back in time. And my best friend is Trunks!" He concluded.
"Trunks? That's a weird name." Joey remarked. "What are his parent's names?"
Goten frowned. "It's not a weird name." He protested. "Trunks' mom and dad's names are Bulma and Vegeta. They're like my aunt and uncle since our families are really, really close. That's what Gohan says. But Uncle Vegeta is kinda mean sometimes." He added, remembering a few incidents. "He keeps calling me "Carrot Spawn" or something like that..." He paused at this. "What's a spawn?"
Tea wondered what kind of man called his "nephew", spawn. "Uh, it means offspring, children, and a number of other things." She responded with a smile.
"Oh." Goten looked down his lap. "I wonder why Aunt Bulma always gets mad at him then when he says that."
"So, you know martial arts?" Yugi carried on the conversation before it could reach a dead end.
"My mom taught me and Gohan's taught me how to fly!" Goten answered with a big grin.
There was silence on the jet.
"Fly?" Duke sounded doubtful.
"Well, he is pretty strong," Bakura intervened. "So who knows? He might be able to fly…as crazy as it sounds."
"I can too!" Goten insisted with wide eyes.
Beside him, Mokuba heard all the thoughts of the gang and all of them were along the same lines of his own. Could Goten really fly? The notion seemed far-fetched. When they landed, Goten was going to have to demonstrate some of his powers.
The jet shook slightly.
"Uh, Mokuba sir," The pilot's voice sounded through the intercom. "We seem to be having a bit of a problem here." In the background, the co-pilot's voice could be heard as well, giving urgent information to the pilot.
"A problem?" Mokuba echoed and everyone else exchanged worried glances. "What kind of problem?" He demanded, sounding very much like his brother. The two could be total opposites yet identical in many different ways.
"Well, the signal on that radar of yours is leading us to Devil's Sea…" The pilot's voice trailed off, letting it sink in. He sounded uneasy and the jet shook again, this time being more powerful than the last. Mokuba glanced outside the window and saw that night had fallen fairly quickly than anticipated. Clouds raced by the windows, looking very ominous, threatening, foreboding.
"Devil's Sea!" Tea shrieked. "I've read about that place!" She was worried, very worried. "Mokuba, are you sure Kaiba was taken there?"
"If that's what the radar shows." Mokuba shrugged. "Why? What's wrong?"
"What's Devil's Sea?" Goten asked, turning his attention to Tea.
Tea's face was pale as she recalled all accounts of stories concerning Devil's Sea (or Devil's Triangle) and it's equally mysterious counterpart on the other side of the world, the Bermuda Triangle. "That's the area where ships and planes disappear." She whispered fearfully.
All of a sudden thunder sounded and rain began to pound on the windows. Immediately everyone jumped back into their seats and buckled themselves up. The jet shook with great ferocity and Mokuba, before getting buckled up, ran to the intercom to contact the front. "Hey, what's going on?" He shouted, trying to maintain his balance. The lights overhead flickered violently.
"ACK!" Instantly all eyes were on Tristan who was near the back. The tall teenager yelled, "We're going to crash!"
"Mokuba!" Goten unbuckled himself with trembling fingers.
The young Kaiba tried to restrain the tears that had formed in his eyes. "Seto…"
The panicking voice of the pilot confirmed their worst fears. "Mayday! Mayday!" Lightning streaked through the sky, lighting up the jet eerily as the lights themselves continued to flicker. "We're going to—" He never had the chance to finish.
Screams were heard as the jet plunged nose first into the now raging sea.
"Carrot Spawn" as in Kakkarot Spawn, Goku's Saiyan name, which tends to have many different spellings. Vegeta (he rocks!) does not call him by Goku. This bit of info. is for those who haven't seen DBZ.