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Chapter Four: Mission: Earth

Wednesday, week following: 1300 hrs.

His father had always mentioned this thing called "warrior's intuition". It was a sixth sense of sorts, well seventh, if you counted the whole ki-sensing thing. This intuition usually made all the other sense tingle, like spidey senses, when you knew that something bad was going to happen. Usually, this sense kicked in right before said evil thing was supposed to take place. Heaven knew why it was delayed.

With a sigh he turned back to his monitor, going over the endless checklists of equipment each division needed for any sort of impending doom. Funny, it was almost as though the usually oblivious humans knew something was up as well. He offered a small shrug to himself, racking his fingers through short, lavender colored hair. Oh how he missed is longer locks. He had never been too keen on looks, least of all his hair, but even this was too much to bear. Hell, even his father's hair was longer than his own. What cruel, sick world this was indeed.

"You know, I don't think they pay you to just stare off into space," muttered the voice next to him. Trunks' thin lined mouth immediately went southward, gracing his face to favor his father's. He spun slightly in his spinny office chair, facing his brother-in-law.

"You're not being that productive either," he shot back, crossing his arms over his camoflauged, uniformed chest.

Goten smiled lightly, pushing away from his desk. "I wonder why we're ordering all this crap." Trunks shrugged, pushing his glasses further up on the bridge of his nose.

"Beats me. Something about a telecast yesterday that's makin them wanna shit in their pants." Goten let out a small laugh, rolling up his sleeves as he stood over a crate of ammo. For some odd reason, their supplier had brought them enough ammo to last them a month, should they need it. He felt no reason to hold the slightly dangerous objects in their office, but something was up. What it was, he wasn't quite sure. There was nothing brewing in any other city or country that they had to worry about. Peh, they were just paranoid.

Right?

The same alien creature that had spoken the day before to the world sat in front of all the leaders of the varying cities and countries. He had one goal in mind—to unite them. It was not as if they were warring against each other, quite the contrary. If he could get them to see what sort of parasitic Saiya-jins they had dwelling among them, he could vary well get them to believe that they were making the world a better place. And what human didn't want just that?

One man raised his hand, drawing the attention of the other delegates. His hair was graying, his skin pale, his eyes as blue as the sky. The alien before them raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his drink. "I don't see how you find these, err, what are they?"

"Saiya-jins," purred the creature, setting down his glass.

"Yes, these, Saiya-jins—are they really all that dangerous?"

The white alien let out a small chuckle, an easy smirk wiggling its way onto his face. "Here you call them the gold fighters, or at least you have one that seems to have been a sort of a hero. If he could do that to a few petty criminals, armed and dangerous as they are, what could he do to your armies?" The dignitaries began to chatter amongst themselves, nodding here and there. "And what if," started the stranger again, "he could get his fellow Saiya-jins with him? Do you not realize that each one of them alone could destroy this planet without breaking a sweat?"

The room went silent. "You best deal with this problem while you can, ladies and gentlemen. There's not much time."

One woman spoke up, standing as she did. "How will we know who they are?"

"Oh, trust me," he sneered, "I'll be able to point them out to you."

"Mission: Earth? What the hell is this?" Goten slid the note over Trunks, watching as the blue-eyed man glanced over it. The other soldiers in the room with them stilled as Trunks re-read the note aloud.

"No clue, maybe it's—" The cocking of guns caused the two demi-Saiya-jins to freeze and turn towards the source of the noise. Every one of their comrades leveled their high-powered weapons at them. "Ano…are we missing something?"

Brian, one of the other humans they had graduated boot camp with, stepped forward, gun still aimed at Goten's head. "You don't know what the mission is about?" Goten shook his head, dazed at the weird behaviors of those around him. Brian picked up a squawk box, pressing down the send button. "Ice-Dog, we got two, over."

There was a crackle of static before an affirmative was sent over the air waves. "Bring 'em down, over."

"Roger that. Out."

Trunks stood, Goten following suit. "Look guys, you got us, alright. What's the gag? What's going on?"

"Shut it, Saiya-jin!"

"Saiya-jin?" The two captives looked to each other, nodding once before leaping at the others. Kicks and punches were thrown, a few shots fired. All of the soldiers were taken down relatively easily, leaving two confused men in their midst. "What's the deal with this 'Saiya-jin' thing?" Trunks shrugged, looking down at the unconscious humans.

"Who knows? We better get home before whichever bastard they talked to gets suspicious."

"Right."

Both made a mad dash for the door, weaving their way in and out of the maze of halls from the communications center. Various troops were loading their weapons as they zoomed by, obviously getting ready for whatever enemy they were about to face. Trunks had the strangest feeling that they were about to be, conveniently, on the wrong side of this upcoming war.

Goten stopped short of his car, opting to capsulize it instead. Trunks, nearly smashed into him, having glanced behind him. Shouts from inside the motor pool reached his sensitive ears. "What the hell are you doing!"

"We'll never make it if we drive! We're just gonna have to fly back to C.C."

"Oh, yeah, right," Trunks muttered, powering up before taking to the skies, Goten right on his tail.

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