CHAPTER 10-Road Trip Through Time in a Cramped Time Machine

ME-I feel as if this story has gotten a little darker and more emotional than I initially planned for it to, so I decided this long ass chapter will be a little more bright and sunny with a whole lot more ass kicking like the next few chapters to come.

Kentana walked outside followed by Trunks. Bulma led them to her latest finished creation. It looked like a pod shaped yellow rocket with the word HOPE scrawled across the front.

"The finished time machine," Kentana said to her mate with a grin. It only took two more weeks for the technology of the century to become complete. She had for the most part neglected her training for this, but it would all be worth it. They would go into the past and stop Goku from dying, then he would be alive on time to stop the androids and prevent the living hell they were stuck in.

Trunks turned to her ", isn't it a little small for both of us?" She looked up at the indeed cramped time machine and sweat dropped. It definitely would be too small.

Trunks was dressed in his purple Capsule Corp. jacket and black wife beater. He had on a pair of dark gi tucked into yellow fighting boots. Kentana wore her black spandex, a black pair of gi pants over that and a pair of silver saiyan boots with black where it normally was gold. Over all of that she wore her black saiyan armor and gloves. Her hair was down and she held what looked like a dirt bike helmet with two antennae attached under her arm. She put on the helmet and tucked her hair inside.

"What's with the fancy gettup?" he asked. She looked at him through the darkly tinted glass.

"This," she said in a startlingly masculine voice ", is so that none of them can see or recognize me. Since your father knows me and probably thinks I'm dead it is safe to say just knowing I'm a girl saiyan is bad and could fuck up the future even worse." Her voice was deeper, but not too deep. It wasn't girly like Justin B. but it wasn't deep, in between. It held just the perfect touch of feminism and masked her real voice or any signs of it being spoken through a mask. "There's a microphone on the inside that alters my voice and makes it more masculine so that they won't recognize me as a girl."

"Nice." Bulma walked up to Kentana and handed her a metal brief case. Kentana nodded in acknowledgment. "What's the brief case for?" he asked as he began to climb the ladder into the time machine.

"Bulma needs a few files from the computer on Frieza's ship. The flash drive for the files are in this here," she lifted the case as she spoke as if selling a product ", weighted briefcase with a DNA identification lock system. Designs known only to Bulma Brief's and mwah. Three-hundred and fifty eight pounds of advanced and expensive technology in my hand encasing a five zeni flash drive, that's right a walloping five zeni flash drive. All of this could be yours if you were rich enough to own a home the size of the Briefs'. No refunds available." She squished in next to him.

"Damn, I'm starting to think that this whole secret about me isn't worth it," she grumbled as the saiyan armor made things overly difficult to fit.

"You're telling me!" He said as he tilted his head to the side to avoid having his bruise hit by her rounded shoulder spike.

"Just put the coordinates and date in already. I just want to get this over with," she growled. She wasn't too happy about going back. She would have stayed home had she not been so concerned by the fact she was sure Trunks would probably get himself blown halfway to Namek without her there to keep an eye on him.

From what she heard from Bulma's story of when Frieza came to Earth Vegeeta would be there and she wasn't too happy about seeing him. That was the real truth behind her disguise. She didn't want to have to talk to him like she knew she would if he knew it was her. That's the thing about saiyan woman and basically all women, they can hold a grudge forever. Holding a grudge for 48 years is nothing to us.

Trunks punched in a set of numbers and sat back in his part of the seat to take a nap. Kentana sat back erect with her arms folded. Her head was tilted to stare downward at the floor of the contraption as if to sleep. Sleep of course refused to come to either of them. Trunks was uncomfortable with the lack of room, it would have been a different matter had she not been wearing her armor. At least then it would feel like he was squished next to her rather than a brooding, PMSing saiyan. She was too deep in thought to be able to even think of sleeping.

She had too much on her plate to rest. She had to control herself and not react at all to meeting Vegeeta again. She couldn't talk with him at all without risking him recognizing her way of speaking and such. He couldn't recognize her ki since he couldn't read ki signatures when they had known each other. She had to keep a safe distance and act differently with Trunks to avoid suspicion towards her identity. So much to time and so little chance of sleep and space. This would be one long ride.

Several hours later…

Kentana looked up as there was a gentle thud and the engine ceased roaring. They had landed behind some boulders against a crag in a barren land of rocks and dirt. A gentle wind blew stirring up the dirt. Kentana pressed the button to lift the escape hatch. Ahh, an escape hatch. Good memories… from a bad time. Trunks climbed out then she began her descent after him. When he reached the ground he held out a hand to help her down. When she touched down Trunks did a quick search on his watch to check which direction Friezawould land at. He was about to pick her up bridal style when she slapped his hands away.

"Guys don't carry other guys bridal style," she notified.

"Right." He grinned mischievously and stepped up to her.

"What are you doing?" Trunks grabbed her by her foot and lifted her upside down off of the ground. "Whoa!" He took off flying through the air with her dangling by her foot like an old rag.

Together they traveled like that over the rocky crags. "Trunks!" she called over the wind louder than needed because of his saiyan hearing. "When we get there you'll attack them and then I'll sneak in and download the files. Heck, let's make this interesting. I bet you I can make it out before you can kill all of them and blow up the ship."

"The stakes?"

"The winner gets to use the loser as target practice tomorrow." She grinned evilly.

"You're on!" She bent the leg he was holding so that she could wrap her tail around it as if shaking hands to seal a deal. "I'll enjoy getting pay back for that Alpha Ball."

"That's if you get a chance." Kentana looked ahead and saw Frieza's ship prepare to land a while off. Trunks saw it too and picked up pace. When they were getting close Kentana told him ", drop me."

"What? Are you trying to go suicide?" He looked at her incredulously.

"Drop me! I may not be able to fly, but my natural saiyan buoyancy makes it possible for me to slow down my fall. Drop me and I'll sprint inside while they are distracted." He gave her a look of concern before obeying and letting her go. At first she was at a plummet face down, then twenty feet from the ground her fall quickly slowed until she flipped to land on her feet and was slowly touching down to the ground. She took off at a deathly fast sprint without looking back. I'll keep in touch through our mental link. Be sure to kill him extra well for me.

Will do. He wasn't sure how to kill someone extra well, but it sure seemed to make her happy so he thought he'd try.

Kentana watched as several soldiers took to the air under Frieza's order before falling back to the Earth in pieces. The two ice-jins looked shocked at this. Kentana grinned evilly from under her helmet at what hell they would be going through in the next few moments. She took that moment of distraction and slipped inside unnoticed. The hallways were dim and dark despite the bright lighting. In fact, the lighting seemed overly bright and carried out through most of the ship.

Looks like Frieza's scared of the dark, she thought.

You say something? came her mate's voice in her head.

What? No, just thinking to myself. She took off at a sprint down the hall. Would you mind sending me mental images of what's going on? I want to see that rat bastard's face when you make him suffer.

He wasn't sure how safe that was for her mental health, but he still replied, sure thing. Can you send me images of your progress as well? I want to know how well you're doing.

Thanks, but you don't need to worry about me. None his soldiers can even bench me. She turned right at a corner.

So you're fat? She almost skid to a stop.

You better kill that asshole and his dad quick because I'm going to really enjoy target practice with you when I win. She reached a fork in the halls and rounded a corner going right without even bothering to think about it.

How do you know where you're going? He asked her.

See that strange writing on the walls? She focused the mental image on one of the signs on the wall. That's saiyan. I can read that and the one below it is also, to an extent, familiar to me, Memphitian.

You know-

She sensed someone approaching her and turned around to see one of Frieza's minions. Hold on, some of Frieza's soldiers. He reached for a button on his scouter, but she caught him faster with a ki blast to the head. Instant kill. Go on.

You know multiple languages? Three more were behind the corner she went to and punched out one and kicked another in the chest. The third one she grabbed by the head and in one swift jerk she snapped his neck.

Yeah, obviously I'm from another planet and unlike Earth, most planet's only have one language and are aware of extraterrestrial life so we learn languages of foreign planets rather than foreign countries.

I didn't know that about you.

There's a lot about me you don't know. And a lot you don't want to know.

She stopped in front of a large metallic door. She typed in a code on the key pad next to it and got a series of beeps. Expected. She sighed and punched the key pad causing an alarm to sound as she punched down the door.

Inside a dozen soldiers had leaped to their feet and were ready to attack, arms extended. Several held overly cocky, malicious grins on their smug faces. She blew up half of them with a single blast and the others either attempted to attack or begged on their own speed and made an attempt at the doorway behind her. She brought her elbow down hard on the back of the first one that tried to dive past her. The next few were in a series of punches and kicks before she took out the last one by dropping her heel down on his collar bone.

With the enemies gone she made her way towards the large screened computer and pulled out the flimsy little flash drive. Despite the numerous locks and security systems the case opened rather quickly and before she knew it she had it plugged into the computer and was downloading every file that had to the screen and saw it barely moving. Her jaw dropped. His computers were practically the most high tech and complex versions in the universe, yet it loads like any human computer.

Two minutes later…Kentana was on the other side of the room enlarging a rather big dent in the wall by repeatedly bashing her skull into it. She looked over at the computer that read 24% completed in download. "Arrgh!" she groaned in impatience.

Hey, Trunks contacted.

Hey, so how is it going? He sent her a mental image of Frieza floating in the air laughing insanely. Above his head he held a gigantic ball that looked like a sphere of fire. He was sure not to show her what his super saiyan form looked like. He wasn't going to keep it from her forever, but something told him it wasn't time and that he'd know when it was. That's what he used to destroy Planet Vegeeta! She thought angrily.

Frieza through the weapon of mass destruction at Trunks and expected it to kill him. Kentana wasn't worried. That attack couldn't lift a finger to him and she knew it very well. For a second the images sent to her where a mixture of red with a fiery glow until she saw him left it above his head with one hand.

That is pretty awesome, she commented.

You impressed by your mate?

I wouldn't settle for anything but the impressive. She bit her lip in excitement as she watched it completely engulf him and him walk out unharmed. She grinned with an evil glint in her eye as she watched him kill Frieza. Yes! Watching you kill him was kind of hot.

Good to know. Does this mean-

No.

You didn't even know what I was going to ask.

Yes I do, and even if I didn't and I waited for you to ask it'd be no.

Damn!

Damn's right. We'll talk about this when we get home sweetie. She heard him mutter something and accidently transmit it to her about being her sweetie and not getting anything sweet. Muttering things isn't going to get you laid. Being of age will.

Shit! You heard all of that?

You bet your ass I did. Oh, wait. You can't because you already bet it against me on this race. Speaking of which… she looked up at the screen and saw it had just finished loading when he was began his fight with King Cold.

She ripped the flash drive out of the computer and hastily stuffed it into the case before dashing off down the halls, heading for the outside world.

Just as the strange saiyan changed back to normal and was to blow up Frieza's ship, a new saiyan rushed out with a metal suitcase in his hand. Trunks turned, seemingly not noticing, away from the explosion and landed on the ground. As the Z-fighters took a second look at the new fighter they noticed his black saiyan armor. 'Another of Frieza's minions!' The Yamcha thought with dismay. 'What if this one was stronger than the saiyan?'

Before any of them could warn him, the new fighter bolted over to him. The strangers seemed to converse, but they couldn't tell, the lavender haired one had their back to them and the other one wouldn't take off his dirt bike helmet. Suddenly, the helmeted one gripped the lavender haired one in tight grip. Vegeeta grew somewhat green in the face, Yamcha and Tien backed up with a shock on their faces, Piccolo and Bulma saw nothing wrong but looked curiously to see who it was, and Gohan tilted his head confused. You didn't need to be up close or have saiyan sight to know to see the mountain of affection in the hug.

Kentana rushed over to where Trunks stood. He turned to her.

"Cutting it a little close, aren't we?"

"Don't blame me," she snapped in her manly voice ", it was the computer's fault not mine. To think he has such high technology yet his computer takes as long as any average human computer to download a damn file."

"What did my mom want with those files anyway?"

"Can't say? She's the whole idea behind the creations, I just help with extra info and a set of hands," her tone grew more seriouse ", so, did you kill him? Is he finally destroyed?"

"Yes," he barely got the words out before she lunged at him in a tight, affectionate hug. Her head, or helmet, was pressed against his chest.

"Thank you," she said softly. Trunks tapped her shoulder and pointed out the group of Z-fighters he just noticed. They quickly seperated. Trunks blushed a deep crimson and Kentana was glad that the helmet hid her blushing face. Trunks attempted to pick her up bridal style, but remembered the secrecy. Kentana wrapped her arm over his shoulder and he wrapped his under hers to hold her up. He floated up into the air, carrying her.

"We're heading off to a place near here to meet Goku!" he called to them ", would you guys like to come?"

Shocked glances were shared at the strange revelence.

"How weird," exclaimed Gohan ", how does he know my father?"

"Come on, it's this way!" he pointed to his left ", he should be arriving in a couple of hours!" More shocked glances. "Hey, follow me! I won't bite! It's this way!" he flew off in the direction he had pointed out.

The Z-fighters quickly decided to go and followed him. They flew for a short while after the duo until they landed in an area full of rocky terrain.

"Why are you carrying your friend? Can't he fly for himself?" asked Vegeeta in his most ignorant voice. 'Those two can't be saiyans! Me and Kakarott are all that's left and even if he has a tail, he can't fly on his own! How pathetic.'

"My friend was injured and hasn't regained full strength yet," confessed Trunks.

"Hmph! How pathetic!"

"You wanna say that to my face?" snarled Kentana. Her tail lashed with annoyance. 'Trunks is lucky that this is his father or would have kill him. If he insults me again, I'll kill him, Trunks' father or not!'

'Not now,' hissed Trunks mentally. The last thing he needed was for Kentana to get in a fight and kill his father.

"You're lucky he's your father," grumbled Kentana, low enough that only the two of them could hear, not even Piccolo's highly sensitive ears could figure out what they were saying.

Mirai Trunks pulled out a capsule and tossed it on the ground. In a poof of smoke, a mini fridge appeared.

"Look out you guys," warned Yamcha ", he's up to something."

Trunks opened the fridge ", you guys want a drink? Goku won't be here for a while and it's kind of dry out here." He opened himself a can and drank from it. Kentana's throat was getting dry as she watched him drink. She was so thirsty and it was so hot! If only she could take off this damned helmet!

Krillin, Gohan, and Bulma enthusiastically drank from their choice of sodas.

Time passes. (I'm not going to write the whole episode so I'm going to skip parts of it here and there)

The group sat about on various rocks as they waited for their friend to arrive. Trunks and Kentana wait together on a rock in the middle, mumbling softly so that only the two of them could hear. Kentana was using the time to sharpen her katana. She hadn't used it, but it had been a while since she had sharpened it. The pair glanced over at Vegeeta.

"What are you looking at?" he snapped. They quickly looked away.

"Nothing, I just like your shirt," lied Trunks. It was a very pink shirt. She was struggling to keep from rolling on the ground laughing. She thought he had bad taste in clothing before.

"You would!"

"Wow, Kentana," mumbled Trunks ", his temper is worse than yours."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Why do you two carry swords? It's not like a saiyan would need one," stated Vegeeta. Kentana's tail twitched in agitation. 'When would he stop trying to convince everyone that we're not saiyans?'

"Mine was a gift," she said ", it carries a lot of sentimental value and I haven't seen him in a long time. He's probably dead. And it goes with the name." Kentana's eyes widened as she slipped up.

"What's your name?" asked Bulma.

'Better think of something fast!' "Kent," said Kentana, quickly. 'Wait, that sounds nothing like katana!' "It's short for Kenten. It's Memphitian for katana," she improvised. 'What luck I know my languages. Good thing that my name is similar to the Memphitian word as well.'

"That's a nice name. Who is this him!" asked Bulma.

"I beg your pardon."

"You know, silly, the one who gave you the sword!"

"I can't say."

"More secrets!" stated Vegeeta. Silence followed for a few moments. Trunks snook a second look at him. "If you like it that much you can have it!"

"No," disagreed Trunks ", no thank you."

"Then knock it off, kid."

You should really stop looking at the him, advised Kentana mentally. I had to stop because his shirt was too funny. You should stop or you may have to kill your father before he even conceives you.

Ugh, conceives, he thought mentally.

An alarm rang on Trunks' watch. "Hey, that's it. Two hours have passed. Goku should be arriving any second now."

Bulma jumped up with Krillin ", really?" she said, amazed. Trunks stared expectantly at the sky.

"Oh my gosh, Tein!" yelled Chiaotzu. He floated up into the air, staring out at the sky.

"I know, I feel it too, Chiaotzu," replied Tien to the eternal child.

"He's coming," exclaimed Krillin.

"Man, that guy was right after all!" stated Yamacha.

"You're all nutts," stated Bulma ", my woman's intuition isn't picking up anything at all right now.

"No, it's true," yelled Gohan, running up to them ", my dad's back." He laughed with joy.

A pod crashed to the ground and as a man with pointed balck hair and odd clothes stepped out, his friends, with the exception of Vegeeta, Piccolo and Trunks, cheered of his arrival. They greeted him as he repeatedly asked how they knew where and when to find him.

"These two told us," informed Bulma ", they are mystery men. I think they might be fans of yours." Kentana stared at the one they called Goku. 'So this is him. The one who defeated Frieza the first time...'

"They know all about you daddy!"

Goku stared at them and they stared back. "But, how?" asked Goku. He had never met them before.

Bulma said ", they knew the exact time and place of your arrival, Goku."

"That's impossible. We've never even met."

"That's what he said. They must have been tracking your ship in outer space." Trunks looked away from them.

"Really? I didn't know. Frieza's tried to do that, but I could sense his energy level as he passed me. He sure was in a hurry to beat me home. Oh my gosh, what in the world happened here you guys? Who defeated Frieza? Was it you Piccolo?" he looked expectantly at the green man a little off.

'So that's who it is,' thought Katana with bitterness. 'I'll take pleasure in relieving him of his life now that I know which one it is, shall I ever come back.' She proffered to know the name of her victim.

"Or was it you Vegeeta?" he turned to Vegeeta.

"Niether of us did," replied Piccolo in his rough voice ", it was him, the one without the helmet. He did it with ease. He turned into a super saiyan and picked him apart."

Trunks is a super saiyan? Why didn't he tell me?

"What? A super saiyan," he said, staring at Trunks, understanding flowing in. "I can't believe it! It's outstanding! Can you imagine, a super saiyan at his age? Fantastic!"

"Hey, aren't you forgetting something," cut in Vegeeta ", you, your son and I are the only saiyans alive."

Goku looked back at Trunks with his arms crossed and a smile. "Well, if he says he's a super saiyan, that's good enough for me."

"Oh, honestly Goku," scolded Bulma ", you take things way too lightly sometimes."

"No I don't."

"Goku," Trunks finally spoke up ", can we have a word with you? Just the three of us." Everyone was startled by his even more secrecy.

"All right then." Goku turned to follow Trunks as he turned to leave.

"Hey, what exactly is this guy trying to say?" complained Yamacha.

"It's alright guys, I'll be right back."

Goku waved to them. Trunks wrapped his arm under Kentana's arms and she put hers over his as Trunks flew over the crater. He looked at Kentana being held. "Don't you know how to fly like him?"

"Yes, I just got hurt and was locked away for a long time and can't seem to manage it yet. Still regaining my strength."

"Oh, hope you get better."

"Thank you."

He looked at her choice in clothing. "Why, you're dressed like one of Frieza's soldiers!"

She twitched her tail in amusement. "So what if I am? You're not exactly dressed fancy either," she retorted, pointing out his alien clothing.

"I guess I'm not."

They landed and Trunks turned to Goku. "Thanks man."

"No problem, but shoot. I should be thanking you for defeating Frieza. I had a chance to finish him, but I was only fooling myself, thinking that he would change."

"Not him. He was out of control. When he landed and you weren't around, I needed to step in. I didn't think you would make it."

"It doesn't really matter. I needed to get into that ship anyway," Kentana said, holding up her metal briefcase.

"His ship was a lot faster than mine. I was about to make my move when you came along," stated Goku.

"And how exactly would you do that when you were hours away in space?" asked Kentana, suddenly very interested.

"Using a technique I learned I would have been there in seconds."

"How?"

"I call it instant-transition. You dematerialize and travel as a mass of light. You'd be surprised how much ground you can cover going 186,000 miles per second." Goku explained how he came across this skill.

"If I had known," stated Trunks ", that you wouldn't have needed my help defeating Frieza, I would have Come to you alone and avoided the risk of meeting the others."

"The risk?"

"Okay, I don't mind answering that question," he looked at Kentana for her permission.

"It's fine by me, just leave me out of it," she consulted. "I'm going to go start the, err, ship. I'll wait for you there." She turned and sprinted in a direction a little off from where the ship was before hiding her Ki so they couldn't track her as she went.

She found it well hidden in between some large boulders. She started it then waited for Trunks.

When Trunks arrived a short while later, she pinched in the time and date. The ship powered up. The two squished in together. The ship groaned as the engine started and it lifted off of the ground. Theirs ship flew above the Z-fighters and Trunks waved to his younger mother.

"Hey, watch it!" ordered Kentana, nursing the eye he had hit with his hand. The trip back was a relatively slow one. They spoke, wondering what changes were to be made when they get back. Most of the conversation though was of them arguing from the lack of space and the stupid mistakes they each said to the people of the past.