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Tomorrow Never Knows

By: Raidne

Chapter 2

A groan slipped past his lips as light seeped between his parted lashes to send pain shooting into his skull. Kami it hurt. Damn that bastard Yemma for not warning them and just damn him again for the hell of it.

Juunanagou sat up painfully and did a quick inventory of himself. Everything seemed to be moving that was supposed to for the time being but not everything was doing what he wanted. The most annoying at the moment being that the fingers on his left hand kept twitching involuntarily. Something else that had him marginally concerned was the fact that he couldn't see out of his right eye at all. There were also minor aches and pains everywhere.

Through his good eye he saw his sister sitting up uneasily a few feet away. She looked as bad as he felt. Her hair was a dull brown from all the dirt and grit that had gathered in it for however long their bodies had been left to lie there for. The skin that could be seen through the filth was the bright pink of new flesh. Both of their clothes were ruined. Juuhachi was even missing a boot along with her jacket. Looking at her made him thankful he didn't have a mirror.

She turned to face him and opened her mouth as if to speak but quickly closed it with a barely audible click of her teeth. She looked worried suddenly. When her hand flew to her throat he understood. She had lost her voice. 'That might not be a bad thing,' he thought ironically. After all those years of telling her to shut up that was all she could do. He thought it was funny in a sick kind of way.

"Let's try Ggerro's laab," he said slightly slurred. Just great his voice wasn't working all that well either.

They were both pleasantly surprised to realize they could fly in a straight line at least. 'With our luck we'll run into Trunks before we even reach the fucking lab,' Juunanagou thought angrily.

The flight to the damn mountain was unsurprisingly silent. When they arrived at the lab they had left many years before trashed and discarded they silently hoped they hadn't been as thorough in their destruction of the machinery as they had once hoped and believed. Luck was apparently on their side because they found one of the hibernation tanks that Gero had kept them in originally that was fully operational. The programming could be switched to regeneration/repair but since there was only one they were going to have to take turns using it. Since Juuhachigou wouldn't even be able to voice an alarm if something turned out to be wrong with the machine she climbed in first while Juunanagou sat on a stool in the lab watching the numbers on a screen that ticked over his sister's recovery. It was incredibly dull.

Growing even more bored with every passing minute he let his eyes wander around the lab to examine all the damage he had managed when he had awakened with some detached pride. Juunanagou found that his eyes continually strayed to one part of the lab in particular. If there was anything he was proud of that he had done in his life it was that. There in that little spot among the wreckage of the rest of the lab you could find small computer chips and possible traces of blood left by years passed. That was where he had crushed that rat bastard Gero's head. Personally he thought he should have been able to bypass hell altogether for ridding the world of that sick fucker. Unfortunately for him the deities that ruled the universe had different priorities.

Looking back at the screen in front of him he watched more numbers steadily tick off. She was still a few hours away from being done. Well Yemma had told them that they were being given enough energy to be mobile not fully operational. Juunanagou scowled. He seriously hated that prick.

Swiveling around on the stool he sat on he examined the lab a little more closely. He was hoping to find a computer terminal that had survived. He was still trying to get used to only being able to see through one eye and it was making his search a bit more difficult. Right now he was just looking for some sort of distraction. If he could sort through some of Gero's old files it might give him some sort of idea at any further repairs they may need to make before this crap was over. If that proved to be a waste of time maybe he could pass the time with a game of solitaire or one of those other games humans made purely for procrastination.

His search proved fruitless so he went back to staring at the numbers on the screen. This was incredibly dull. The one thought that was getting him through it was the fact that Juuhachi would have to sit where he was and play guard while he was being repaired and be dulled out of her scull also. The boredom probably wouldn't bother her as much as it did him though. Looking down at his shredded shirt and jeans he thought of something that was a sort of revenge. After he had been forced to spend hours on end waiting while she tried on clothes she would be forced to sit around looking a complete wreck on this little stool and deal with it. She was going to be very pissed off when he finished his turn. Damn and by then she would have her voice back too.

Propping his elbow on the dusty counter next to him he propped his chin in his hand and let his thoughts wander wherever they pleased. Saying it was weird being alive again was an understatement. It was also incredibly unnerving. Neither he nor his sister had any idea how long it had been since they had died. It couldn't have been to many years since the lab still had operational machinery. Time in the afterlife worked differently then time in the living world. They had had no way to keep track of the passing years and neither of them had held any desire to do so. These reasons alone made it frighteningly easy just to lose yourself in the time stream.

Letting his thoughts continue to drift where they may he started thinking of something of importance. Would they be able to avoid Trunks? That last fight shot any confidence he had originally held of winning to shit for obvious reasons. Frankly he was hoping to avoid having to see Yemma again for as long as he could. Which, in turn, meant avoiding Trunks. Even if the boy was gorgeous when he was pissed off. Yeah that's right. The heartless, cold, cruel, homicidal Juunanagou had a crush. Not that that was what he would call it. He would just refer to it as lust and leave it at that. It didn't matter how many times the purple haired warrior had invaded his dreams. Yeah. Just lust. He didn't feel anything for anyone. Then again if he hadn't liked the guy even a little bit then why had he let him live all those times?

"Good to know I wasn't in danger or anything," a cold voice interrupted his thoughts. "Obviously help from you couldn't be counted on."

Looking up he saw Juuhachigou standing in front of him. She must have been fully healed, not that he could tell through all the grime that still covered her and her ruined clothing. She looked rather annoyed. Glancing down at the small screen again he saw that her time was up. Had he really just zoned out for over an hour? That wasn't good.

"Damn. I wass hhoping the vooiicce was gonne for goood," he muttered as he climbed into the tube for his turn. As the machine began to put him under he had a fleeting thought of lavender hair and fierce blue eyes.

*****

It was suffocating him. It pressed down on him. He couldn't see a damn thing. He punched up and clawed his way through. After what he had gone through he would be damned if he was just going to lie there and let it happen again. As he continued his efforts, eventually he was greeted by the feel of open air on his arms. He gave a forceful heave and as he did so he pulled himself into the open air. Prince Vegeta of the Saiyans had pulled himself out of his own grave and was left panting from exertion on the broken grass.

He raised his head to regard his surroundings. There was a large stone stuck in the ground behind him and several others lined up on either side of it. He didn't waste much time on studying them. For some reason he felt like he really did not want to know what those things were. Just over the tops of some trees he could make out the domes of Capsule Corp. He was back. Pushing himself painfully into a standing position he started to try and make it the rest of the way home.

*****

Juunanagou did a quick inventory of himself when he crawled out of the tank. Everything appeared to be working fine now. He was relieved to see his fingers were no longer twitching. That had been unbelievably annoying.

He scowled when he saw his reflection in some broken glass. He looked like something that the cat had thrown up and left for the dog. Looking around for his sister he spotted her looking at a laptop she must have found somewhere frowning. He had been expecting to see someone still grime covered in ragged clothing. That is not what he got. Juuhachi gave every impression of being squeaky clean and was wearing new clothes. She had been annoyed with him for just zoning out while she left, showered, and shopped! It was nice to know just how little his life mattered to her in the face of looking anything less then perfect.

"Good to know I didn't need any help or anything," he said sarcastically echoing her previous words. She didn't so much as look at him. Her attention was still riveted to the small monitor in front of her. Annoyed that his remark had no affect he walked over to see what was so interesting.

"Can you tell me what this is?" he said scornfully when all he saw were more statistics and numbers. It didn't look like anything of remote importance but it had somehow captured his sister's total and complete attention.

"According to this we were originally 50% organic," she paused. "Now we are only 23%."

He still didn't see what the big deal was. He may not be allowed to do anything about it anymore but to him it was still the less human the better. Looking at his sister he realized it seemed to bother her though. Not that he could understand why.

"Where'd you get the clothes?" he asked changing the subject.

Closing the laptop she stood up. "I got bored waiting for you to heal and decided to look around this place. There were some old boxes in a back room full of clothes."

Juunana raised an eyebrow at that. It didn't make sense for Gero to have clothing there unless it had been his own. Going by what Juuhachi was attired in these had definitely not been in the doctor's closet. Unless he had weekend hobbies they hadn't known about. She was wearing a red skirt, a white shirt, a red jacket, and white sneakers. This was a little bright for her.

"I won't walk away from that room looking like a tomato like you will I?" he said sarcastically. He ducked a swing she made at his head and kept walking down the short hallway.

Inside the room he made out a lump pushed against one wall that may have been a mattress at some point in the distant past and as Juuhachigou had said boxes lined up against another wall. There were two. One was full of boys' clothes while the other had girls'. Most the clothes had been eaten by mice or ruined by a drip in the ceiling. There were others he thought had gone into the box tattered and stained. He managed to salvage a pair of black jeans, since his were almost missing a leg. A white tank top, a pair of beat up boots, a gray button up shirt and a shower later he was dressed and ready to go. He left his tattered bandanna on the ground with the rest of his discarded clothing. It was probably the only thing he would remotely miss.

"Now what?" asked Juuhachigou from the doorway.

"We find a place to crash until we figure out what to do," he said evenly. He briefly considered burning the lab down to the ground but changed his mind when he walked by the tank. They might end up needing that thing again. Then they left the lab and didn't look back.

*****

Bulma was just entering the kitchen when she heard the noise. I sounded like an animal scratching at the back door. Cautiously she cracked the door open before flinging it all the way open with a startled shriek before throwing herself down beside the huddled form on the ground. It couldn't be. It was.

Tears sprang to her eyes as she looked down at the injured form of the man on her lawn. She shakily reached out to rub a hand down his flame crested hair to his cheek as if to reassure herself that he was really there and not some cruel dream that would evaporate at her touch. The tears that had gathered in her eyes finally rolled down her cheeks when he was solid to the touch.

"Vegeta," she said brokenly. She looked down at his damaged body and was hit by a sudden wave of déjà vu. This is how he had looked that day. That day she had been forced to bury him. 'Except now,' she thought as she watched his chest rise and fall, 'he is alive.'

The thought filled her with an iron determination that she hadn't felt in years since the androids had been killed. She had him back now and she would be damned if she was going to let him go without a fight.

"Trunks!" she shouted. First they would get him in a regeneration tank. Then when he had healed they would find out how he had gotten back without the aid of the dragon balls and why he was in the shape he was in.

*****

Trunks leaned against the wall in his mother's lab. He was watching the still form that floated in the green tinged liquid inside the regeneration tank. It was obviously his father but something about this mess didn't seem right to him. His mother was sitting in a swivel chair near by also watching the limp form of her husband.

It bothered him that he hadn't sensed his father's ki when he had arrived. He hadn't even known anything was wrong until he heard his mother yell for him. When he had come down stairs he had sensed his father but it had been so weak that it was nearly impossible to tell. His father had by some fluke made it back but was nearly dead. Staring at the still face on the other side of the glass he hoped they had found him in time.

The part of him that couldn't help but remember his father's attitude in the past was in a state of awe at the way his mother was worrying over him. He was glad his father was alive but part of him was trying to prepare himself for when his father rejected him. He may have been able to find some common ground with the past version of his father but this was the man that he had never met. It wasn't going to be pretty.

When the tank beeped to alert them that it was done he watched as his mother stood to go over and check on his father while the greenish healing fluid drained away. His mother would never have hurried for anyone but she was now. Having your long dead husband suddenly show up at your door was a changing moment.

When Vegeta stepped out he gave Trunks a measuring look and then began to turn his attention to Bulma who was giving him some of his old clothes. It turned out she hadn't been able to bring herself to part with a lot of his stuff and had just moved it to the attic so she wouldn't have to look at it. After he had helped her get Vegeta to the tank she had sent Trunks to find some clothes that Vegeta could wear.

"It's been a while brat," Vegeta said as he took the clothes from Bulma.

"Missed you too dad," Trunks said lightly with a grin. He knew better then to take offence to something that small. Before anything else could be said a high-pitched scream from his mother caught both of their attention. She was staring down at her wrist in mute horror. Trunks felt his eyes go wide. Vegeta just smirked. Vegeta's tail had grown back and it had twined itself around her wrist.

"It's a tail not a snake woman," Vegeta said smugly. "It's not going to hurt you." He withdrew his tail to Bulma's obvious relief and quickly dressed.

"Vegeta-How?" Bulma tried to ask. They knew that she didn't mean the tail.

"For some damn reason Yemma sent the androids back and I snagged a ride when I heard without asking," Vegeta answered crossing his arms. Silence followed this revelation for a few seconds until Bulma exploded.

"What! How could he!" she demanded with her fists clinched at her sides.

"How the hell should I know," Vegeta growled.

"We have to find them," Trunks said pushing off from the wall he had been leaning on.

"And how do you propose we do that," Vegeta said arrogantly. "They have no discernable ki to track them by and if they returned to where their bodies were like I did they will be long gone by now. We'll have to wait until they show themselves before we know where they are."

Before Trunks could argue Bulma stopped him. She rubbed her eyes with her thumb and forefinger and spoke tiredly, "He's right. Right now we have no idea where they are. It'll be best just to wait." Vegeta looked a bit surprised that she had agreed with him on anything.

Trunks left the room. Saying he was upset was like saying an A-bomb would do a little damage.

*****

After Trunks left Bulma looked at Vegeta trying to figure out what she should do now. Granted him coming back to life wasn't a new thing but when you thought he would never be returning and years later you found him on your doorstop it left you a bit shocked. It didn't help that the only reason he was back was that he was accidentally returned along with the reason that he had died. She was happy he was back but she was pissed that the androids were too.

Before she could decide on her reaction an arm was wrapped around her waist and was pulling her against a hard chest. She felt the newly acquired tail tickle the bare skin of her leg below her shorts. She gasped slightly at the abruptness. She should have expected it though.

"Vegeta aren't you hungry," she said giggling slightly.

"Famished," he said simply as he lowered his lips to hers.