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Here's chapter two, R&R please...
Chapter Two – Travelling in a different way
They were back at Capsule Corp. Trunks was sitting at his desk browsing through his computer. He was wearing beige trousers a black top his hair hasn't changed from its usual style.
Goten was wearing light blue trousers and a white top, his hair was long; just a few centimetres above his shoulder.
'As president of Capsule Corporation,' Trunks said but was cut short by Goten.
'I thought you resigned…'
'I tried to, but my parents wouldn't allow me. Anyway, as president of Capsule Corporation, I can access all the files which are stored in computers belonging to this company. I just need a special code which my mum doesn't think is safe to tell me yet. But never mind that. Using my amazing intelligence I've managed to crack that code ages ago.'
'What has that got to do with giving us more time to train?' asked Goten obviously confused.
'Just wait and all will be answered.'
A message came up on the screen asking for him to enter the code. He proceeded to type in a 27 character code mixed with numbers, symbols and letters. Code Activated! was the message on the screen immediately after he pressed enter.
He browsed through a number of folders, clicking on some then going back and choosing another while entering smaller codes every now and then.
'Aha!' he said apparently reaching his destination.
Goten looked over at what seemed to be the normal bunch of random files until one caught his eye.
'A Time Machine!?' he asked with obvious shock.
'Yep,' replied Trunks, 'my mum started working on it ever since my Future self came back to the past. If it was possible to make she was going to make it and seeing my Future self come back in a Time Machine proved that it was possible to make, and when she learned that she was the one who had made it in the future that gave her even more confidence. It's about 98% finished but it'll do.'
As he finished pressing a sequence of buttons, a message appeared: Insert Now
Trunks took a metal chip out of his pocket and inserted it into the computer, another message popped up and Trunks pressed transfer data. About 30 seconds later all the data was transferred and Trunks took the metal chip out. He took a capsule out of his pocket and opened it.
There in front of them appeared a Time Machine. He took the metal chip and inserted it into a slot at the side of it. It suddenly lightened up and everything went on.
'Where are we going to go?' asked Goten.
'Sometime before the Hyperbolic Time Chamber was destroyed.' replied Trunks and with that they both entered the Time machine before disappearing into thin air.
Somewhere far away, almost impossible to reach, a young man was desperately trying to find his space ship. He must have misplaced it upon landing. He only intended for this planet to be a small stop where he could get something to eat but now this stop seemed certain to be the cause of his death. He needed to get out of this planet if he had any remote chance of survival.
He's been evading them for too long. Sooner or later they would find him and he had to be ready, he had to be ready for that time, but right now he wasn't. He looked everywhere but couldn't find where his ship was. He sat on a rock completely drained of any hope.
And then something caught his eye.
Something black, completely black, too black. He slowly walked over to it, wandering what it was, he was sure it wasn't there only seconds a go. He inspected it for some time, before it struck him. He realised it. He realised what it was. It was…
… A portal!
He walked around it, thoughtfully. Should he enter? He had no idea where it led. Or what could be on the other side. But whatever it is it couldn't possibly be worse than this, nothing could possibly be worse. And if he stayed he was definitely going to die now, he might even be able to get some help from over there, though he doubted anyone would be strong enough to help him.
He made up his mind and without a trace of hesitation, stepped through the portal.
Less than a second later they reappeared. Slowly the door opened and a hand appeared round the edge. It pulled the rest of the body out, and there was Goten. Battered and bruised, his clothes ripped at several areas, his hair much longer; now extending to way past his shoulder.
He was followed by Trunks, his hair considerably longer as well, his clothes ripped everywhere and he was evidently worn-out and bruised.
'I'm going to get a shower, grab some clothes and take care of my hair,' said Goten while opening the window. 'It's amazing what two years of hardcore training can do for you!'
Trunks smiled in reply and watched his friend fly away.
Twelve days had passed since Goten and Trunks took their trip in the Time Machine, and they met again to go and try to persuade the others of joining the Tournament.
They were at the front of Capsule Corp. which had become the main place Gohan, Majuub, Goten and Trunks meet in when they need to talk to each other.
Trunks was wearing a green fighting gi and had cut his hair back to the same length it was, before they went on their trip.
Goten on the other hand was wearing the traditional Son family fighting gi which his father had worn most of the time. He also had only cut his hair so that it lightly brushed his shoulders. Which is longer than what it was before their trip but much shorter than after.
'We need to get Father, Gohan and Majuub to enter the tournament,' said Trunks.
Goten nodded, 'You go convince Vegeta and Majuub to enter and I'll convince Gohan.'
'But if I'm getting Dad you should get both Majuub and Gohan so to even it out.' complained Trunks.
'Ok, fine...' conceded Goten, 'I'll get Gohan and Majuub.'
Trunks went to check in the gravity room to see if his father was there training. He opened the door and looked inside. It was empty. Good, he thought. Vegeta was always in a bad mood when he was training. And right now he wasn't.
He made his way up the stairs and over to an isolated room. That was his father's room, where he goes to be alone and rest if he ever needed to. He opened the door and there lay his father. He slowly walked over to him.
'Hi, Dad' he said.
Vegeta frowned, Trunks wanted something from him. He knew it. Whenever anyone wanted something from him they would walk over to him and try starting things off with a friendly note and then they would gradually come to what they wanted.
'The World Martial Arts Tournament is in two days time,' informed Trunks.
'Get to the point.' Vegeta said obviously irritated.
'Don't you want to join?'
'What's the point? Join and face some lousy humans? That should be really fun…'
'You've been training all this time, don't you want to test your strengths?' asked Trunks expectantly.
Vegeta thought for a moment before replying.
'Against who?'
'All of us. Me, Gohan, Goten and Majuub are all joining.' Trunks said feeling he has finally caught his father's attention and at the same time hoping that Goten had managed to convince the others of joining.
'Why do you want me to join?' asked Vegeta feeling suspicious.
'We've seen you train all the time and we just want to know how strong you've become… we're just curious… you'll probably destroy all of us in the blink of an eye if you wanted to,' said Trunks hoping the flattery would work to his favour.
There was a minute of silence before Vegeta replied.
'Ok, I'll enter.' He knew that that wasn't the reason Trunks wanted him to join for, but he decided to let it go anyway.
Trunks was relieved. His job was done and it was successful. He left the room feeling proud of himself.
Gohan was starving. He was sitting at the dinner table eagerly awaiting his lunch, holding his chopsticks in his hands ready to pounce at any food put on the table.
'How much longer?' he asked clearly disappointed at how long it's taking for the food to arrive.
'This is your eighth dish, Gohan!' replied Videl from the kitchen, 'at least have some patience…'
Opposite Gohan sat Majuub who was politely eating his food.
Gohan had invited him over for lunch so that they could then go and spar a bit.
During the three years since Goku had left, Gohan and Majuub hadn't completely slacked off; they had trained considerably more than Trunks and Goten but no where near the amount of training Vegeta did. They would have a training session on most days but most of the time it was just simple sparring.
Directly in front of Gohan were seven dishes piled upon each other acting as evidence for what he's eaten already. To his right and at the end of the table sat Pan contentedly stuffing her face with food.
'So… how're you doing Majuub?' asked Gohan.
'I'm fine, you?'
'Yea… Vegeta's been training all this time so that when Dad comes back they can fight and decide who's stronger,' Gohan said looking down at the table, 'but do you think all his hard work is for nothing?'
'What do you mean?' Majuub replied, 'of course it's not, he's certainly getting stronger, a lot stronger.'
'That's not what I meant,' Gohan said, 'I meant do you think that Dad will come back?'
'I think he w-' Majuub began but was cut short as the door bell began ringing.
'I'll get it.' said Pan as she left her chair and walked over to the door.
'Uncle Goten! How are you?' she said as she opened the door.
'Hi Pan, I'm good, you?'
'Your hair's taller…' she commented, a bit confused.
'Oh… is it?' said Goten nervously, damn! She's noticed already!
'Oh yeah! My hair grows quick. I get it cut every now and then to keep it the same length. I must've forgotten. How stupid of me!' he said quickly.
Before she could say anything else they heard Gohan's voice calling to them.
'Come in!' he said. They both made their way to the dining-room. Gohan indicated a chair to his left for Goten to sit in.
'So… what brings you here right now?' asked Gohan.
'You know the World Martial Arts Tournament is in two days,' said Goten. 'Don't you and Majuub want to enter?'
'Oh yeah, I forgot about the Tournament.' said Majuub.
'I haven't thought about it. I guess it wouldn't hurt if we joined… I'm in,' replied Gohan 'what about you Majuub?'
'Yea sure…'
'I'm going to enter too' said Pan, with as much authority as she could muster, but no one objected to her joining.
'Then it's decided!' said Goten.
With that Videl came in with four dishes of food laying two in front of Goten and two in front of Gohan. Pan, Goten and Gohan started gobbling down their food while Majuub slowly nibbled at his.
'You don't have to eat like that,' said Gohan, 'think of this as your home, just do everything like you normally would.'
They all laughed as he suddenly started gobbling his food down just as fast as or even faster than they were.