4- Nightmare

Trunks' POV

I was glad Goten arrived, one, because he's well-known company, and two, he's a talker, which made it easier for me to distinguish where he was, unlike Isuzuly, who was too quiet; I had turned to see if she was still following me, and then BAM! She's right there in front of me. It honestly scared the hell out of me. We continued walking, since, unlike Goten and Isuzuly, I had forgotten to bring a jacket. Smart, right? A boy goes out looking for his dad, doesn't know how long it'll take, and forgets to brings the essentials like warmth, food, and water; I was parched and my stomach was lurching painfully. So, by the time night fell, I was shivering rather violently and was becoming quite weak.

"Alright, I think we should set up camp here," Isuzuly spoke up as we stepped out to a clearing.

There was a large lake the stretched out across the plains, making it look kind of like an ocean. I smiled, Goten, his dad, and I used to go swimming here, usually chasing after fish to eat afterwards.

"What are we supposed to camp with?" Goten asked, "We don't have tents with us,"

Isuzuly blinked tediously at him before unlatching the backpack from her shoulder.

"I never come unprepared you know," she said as she pulled out three sleeping bags and a tarp, "I don't have a tent, but we can hook this tarp up to stop the snow from falling on us during the night,"

"Alright, Goten and I will go collect firewood then," I nodded at Goten.

"Okay, meet me back here in ten minutes, alright?" Isuzuly told them.

Goten and I nodded before setting off back into the forest to get some wood.

"Is she really from the future, Trunks?" Goten asked me as soon as we were out of earshot.

"I guess so, I mean, I haven't seen her time machine but she seems legit, besides, she said that her mother was Broly, so she may have come from an alternative universe or something," I guessed.

"Wow, that's cool," Goten laughed, "So . . . um . . . what exactly is wrong with your dad?"

I hesitated to reply, but he didn't seem to mind that I said Broly was a mother, so maybe he might understand.

"M-m-my dad . . . h-he's . . . going to . . . h-have a baby," I stuttered and shivered as a cool wind blew past us.

Suddenly, my vision began to become fuzzy, and I felt dizzy. I felt Goten's hand on my shoulder.

"T-Trunks, are you okay?"

My stomach gave a painful lurch; so this was starvation kicking in? I eyed Goten's school bag.

"Y-you wouldn't have something to eat on you would you?" I asked.

"Um," Goten quickly began searching through his schoolbag.

I stumbled down beside a tree, the dizziness worsening. I was panting as if I had completely run out of energy.

"G-G . . . G-Goten . . . p-please . . ." My vision began to fade as white spots flashed before my eyes.

"Trunks!" Goten's hand struck my face hard, "Cut it out; this isn't funny!"

Tears had somehow began to trickle down my cheek, I didn't know if it was because it actually hurt that much when Goten hit me, because I felt hurt by his actions, or because of the sickening feeling growing inside me.

"P-please . . . G-Goten . . . I h-haven't eaten . . . a-all day . . . I didn't even have dinner last night . . ." I gasped.

His eyes, from what I could make out, widened when he realised I really wasn't playing around and he searched deeper into his bag. Suddenly, I felt something hit my lap. Dazed, I looked down to see two sandwiches held in a blue see-through container.

"One would think to pack at least a lunch before searching for someone,"

I looked up to see Isuzuly, her arms crossed over her chest. I looked back down to the container, fumbling to open it due to my dazed state. I heard Isuzuly sigh as she knelt down in front of me to open the container before hand-feeding me.

"You should have planned before setting out, Trunks," she lectured me, "I know that you want to find your father, but you need to make sure that you take care of yourself too,"

I nodded as I swallowed the piece she had fed me.

"So, my suggestion is, tomorrow morning, we'll go back to your house and replan this whole search," Isuzuly continued, "Or, if you don't like that idea, we'll stop by Goten's house. You never know, maybe Goku might know where your dad is,"

I sighed dejectedly; it was no use arguing with her when she had a damn good point.

"But my mum's going to be furious," Goten spoke up, "She said that I wasn't allowed to see Trunks because she was angry with his dad, so . . . that would kind of be bad going to my house,"

I blinked; I wouldn't have thought that Goten would ever disobey his mother to the extent of helping me find the person she seemed to have. It confused me, though; why was she angry with my father?

Goku's POV

"That little brat is going to be grounded as soon as he gets home!" I winced as Chichi's voice rang through the house for the umpteenth time that night. It was really starting to annoy me to the point that my head began to throb painfully. We were both doing the dishes, as she saw fit that I'd help her do them, even though I did a whole heap this afternoon. If it hadn't been for Vegeta, I'd still be doing house work. I smiled a little remembering that I had stolen Vegeta's borrowed clothes, half by accident.

"He was supposed to be home over four hours ago!"

"Well, maybe he went to see Trunks," I suggested.

"He better not have!" she shrieked, "I specifically told him last week that he was not allowed to see him!"

"What?" I frowned, "Why not? I didn't hear this,"

Then again, she never really told me much other than yell at me for some simple mistakes.

"You wouldn't have agreed, since you wanted that bastard staying here," Chichi riffled on, "I don't want that slut or his son here again,"

My fists clenched, and I was glad I had just set the glass down.

"So, what; you're allowed to have your friends here, but I'm not?" I asked quietly.

She became quiet then, pausing before going back to scrub at the dish she held.

"I didn't say that,"

"It sure sounded like it," I responded, trying not to crush the dish in my hand, "And you sure show it, because every time my friends come around, you always have to find complications with them,"

"They're bad influences," Chichi replied simply.

"Yeah, just like everyone else I know," I whispered putting the last dish away.

Chichi sighed and became silent once more. I folded the towel and hung it on the hook where it belonged before heading to the bedroom. Gohan had already been sent to bed, though I doubted that he was sleeping; most of his friends would be still awake and we probably texting him. I was fine with that, but if Chichi found out, I knew that he'd be in trouble, even more so in the mood that she was in tonight.

Lightly, I tapped on his bedroom door that he shared with Goten, and entered. Sure enough, the light from his mobile light up the room. Gohan guiltily covered it as I came in. I smiled and sat down at the end of his bed, noticing how bare it seemed, and I wasn't because Goten wasn't there. No, his bed had been placed on the other side of the room since Gohan had gotten a double bed.

"Videl didn't want to come over?"

"Dad!"

I chuckled as his cheeks flushed a deep red, then I noticed the sad look in his eyes.

"Hey, I was only playing around, Gohan," I quickly defended myself.

"I know," Gohan whispered, "It's not you; Videl's been afraid to come over lately because she doesn't want to get in mum's way,"

"Yeah," I sighed, "I don't know what's come over her lately,"

"I don't want to sound mean or anything, but if she keeps it up, I'm gonna move out," Gohan admitted sadly, "I've talked to Videl, we could possibly find an apartment or something,"

This news made me depressed; it was as if Chichi was pushing away everything and everyone that made me happy; for all I knew, Goten might have convinced Bulma to let his stay a few nights, Chichi was getting tough on him too.

"D-dad?"

I looked up at Gohan and smiled before ruffling his hair.

"You should get some sleep; you don't want your mother catching you chatting on your phone," I told him before heading back to my room.

Chichi was already there, putting on her nightgown. I wondered if she had heard me and Gohan talking; I wished she did, if she hadn't, then she'd know how much hurt she was giving people, even outside our family. I was silent as I pulled off my gi and pulled on my pyjama shorts, before climbing in under the blankets. She climbed in shortly afterwards, cuddling up to me. I was . . . . Okay with that . . . until her hand moved further south.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked her in disbelief, sitting up.

"We've both had a hard day, Goku; can't we leave it in a good way?"

I couldn't believe her. I shook my head.

"After the attitude you've been giving me all day, I don't think so," I told her.

She glowered at me,

"It's either this, or you can sleep on the couch," she hissed sharply.

"Gladly,"

I snatched up my pillow and a blanket from the end of the bed before storming out of the room, most likely leaving her in shock. I didn't care; if she was going to blackmail me, then she can forget it; she can sleep by herself. As I entered the lounge room, I heard a scratching at the door. Frowning, I set my pillow and blanket on the edge of the couch and opened the front door.

'Meeooow'

"Scratch?" even more surprised, I lifted up the small black cat, "What are you doing here?"

'Meow'

I looked up when I heard the floor creaking. Vegeta looked back at me, looking a little confused and pale, I could tell even in the dimness of the room. I walked over to where he stood, half out of the cupboard, and showed him Scratch.

"Looks like someone's worried about you," I chuckled.

Vegeta seemed to just barely pull a smile onto his face as he gently took Scratch from my hands. Scratch climbed up onto his shoulders and began nuzzling him, purring. I caressed Vegeta's cheek, causing him to look up at me.

"You okay?" I asked quietly.

"Y-yeah, it's just . . . th-the baby's keeping me up," Vegeta replied just as quietly, ". . . That a-and . . . I kind of . . . h-heard you and Chichi f-fighting,"

I smiled softly and held him to my chest.

"Don't worry about it; knowing her, it'll blow over by tomorrow," I assured him.

Vegeta nodded, though still seemed a little restless, Scratch could obviously sense something was wrong with him as he began to lick Vegeta's cheek.

"Silly cat," Vegeta smiled, gently pulling him down and holding him in his arms, "Why'd you come out here for?"

"Maybe he was worried," I guessed, "Or maybe Dr Briefs might have sent him to look after you,"

Vegeta smiled at me, though it was a sad smile.

"There's not much a cat can do to help someone who's pregnant,"

"Maybe, maybe not," I shrugged, "You never know,"

"Yeah, I guess," he gave a small chuckle, though it didn't sound right.

"You sure you're okay?" I asked again as I suddenly noticed the sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"I-I . . . I-I'm . . . f-fine . . . I just . . ." he was panting suddenly, leaning on the doorway. He gripped my shirt tightly, "I-I . . . I don't . . . I don't feel so good . . ."

I didn't even have time to get him sitting before he fainted in my arms. Scratch jumped up onto my shoulder. Nervously, I carried him over to the couch, pulling on a leaver that made the couch leapt out into a bed. Gently, I laid Vegeta down, before pulling the blanket over him as I snuggled down beside him.

"This pregnancy must be taking a lot out of him," I sighed.

'Meow' Scratch agreed.

Trunks' POV

Goten was asleep before his head even touched the pillow. I smiled and shook my head; his family went to bed too early for me. The latest time he was ever allowed to stay up was about nine . . . he usually falls asleep earlier than that when he sleeps at my house, as for me . . . well, my latest was one in the morning, but mum usually made sure that I was in bed by nine, and asleep by ten. Isuzuly's sleeping bag was placed between me and Goten; something about knowing where we are. I guess it's like, if either of us got into trouble, if there was anything dangerous out here, we'd both have equal distances away from her, and I guess that would make it easier than having to wake up one in order to go to the other. I think. I wasn't sure entirely.

I looked up as Isuzuly placed more wood into the fire before climbing into her sleeping bag beside me.

"So what exactly did happen to your parents?" I asked, curiously, "I mean, you haven't exactly gone into details on what happened, nor gave us any insight on 'said' bad guy. And what about those horns on your head?"

Isuzuly looked at me, becoming silent for a moment. She sighed and laid back into her sleeping bag.

"I guess, the first thing you should know is that I'm part Diclonius," she began, "Diclonius is a new breed, which was caused by a virus; a mutation, in my ancestral line,"

"Hold on, when me and Goten f . . . . I mean saw your mother he didn't have any horns on his head. He was completely normal so how did you get horns while he didn't?" I asked.

"Well, if I remember correctly," Isuzuly started, "There is a type of Diclonius that can infect someone with their vectors and turn that person's child into a Diclonius,"

"Oh, that would make sense . . . cool," I replied hesitantly, "What are vectors?"

I felt a rush of air brush by my ear, then, suddenly, a loud crash echoed across the lake. I spun around just in time to see a tree collapse into splinters. I shrunk back against her.

"W-what was that?" I quivered.

"That was me," Isuzuly said, "Or rather, my vectors,"

"What? That's what vectors do? Slice things up?" I cried, more terrified than anything.

"Don't worry, Trunks; I wouldn't ever hurt you," Isuzuly assured me, "Besides, it's not the only thing they can do,"

I jolted when I felt something brush against my head.

"They won't hurt you unless I command it to," Isuzuly told me, ". . . . Though, when I . . . get upset, I can't really control them,"

I gulped, and then smiled up at her.

"Well, we'll try our best not to get you upset, then," I laughed nervously, ". . . So, this bad guy you were talking about earlier . . . what's he all about?"

"D15 . . . he was created by Dr Gero for his revenge on the Z Fighters because they destroyed his androids." Isuzuly explained, "When I was a little girl, D15 destroyed my family and friends; I watched him slice them up, and there wasn't anything I could do! My mother tried to protect me for as long as he could, but, in the end, even he was met with the same fate,"

I was shocked hearing this, and I swore I could see her eyes begin to water, but she blinked and looked at me with a sad smile.

"If it hadn't been for my mother, I'd surely be dead," she whispered.

"Oh, wow,"

I felt sorry for her; it wouldn't have been easy living with those memories.

"Yeah, well . . . I'm hoping to change this timeline's path; maybe I'll be able to save more people," Isuzuly smiled, "But, know, let's get some rest; we've got a big day tomorrow,"

"Yeah . . ." I snuggled back down into the sleeping bag, "Maybe I might be able to see my dad too,"

"Maybe," Isuzuly said, pulling the blankets over herself.

I smiled and looked up at the sky. A crescent moon arched across the sky, reflecting off the surface of the moon. I hoped tomorrow I'd be able to see my dad; I missed him. A small cough escaped me before I rolled onto my side and falling asleep.

Vegeta's POV

I was surrounded by darkness, a darkness that made me feel as if I were spiralling down into the depths that was as thick and suffocating as the pits of hell. Yet small bulbs of light surrounded me, revolving around my body as I fell deeper, deeper, until I was engulfed by an intense blue light; it was as if I had literally fallen into a pool. I looked around, noticing as the blue-water look was slowly dissolving into words, words that formed an image. As I sank further, the image and words became clearer. Suddenly, there was a flashing of lights before the image showed up pristine and clear. I gasped; Turles? Again, flashing lights and images passed by me, hearing and seeing words.

Beware . . . Vegeta

I tried to clear my head, to wake up, but I continued to fall further still, strange figments and shapes passing by me. I reached up, trying to grab hold of anything to stop me from falling; I tried calling out, but my throat felt tight as if someone were strangling me. Deeper and deeper, it seemed, I fell; tumbling. The images and shapes passed by me more rapidly. Then, suddenly, everything went dark again and a pair of glowing eyes lit up before me. My chest tightened, recognising them immediately. Shenron's eyes!

YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED!

His voice echoed around me as if I was in a large empty room. Abruptly, the large dragon appeared around me, his giant head looming before me. I was expecting his body to constrict around me, crushing me, but, instead, it only circled around me at a safe distance, as if he was protecting me from an outside threat. I reached out to touch him, flinching when he moved slightly, though I calmed when he simply nuzzled my hand.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked down at me with his fiery eyes.

VEGETA . . . . BEWARE!

I found just enough of my voice to ask: "What do you mean . . . Shenron?"

He faded before my eyes and I suddenly dropped quickly; a scream escaping me; I was afraid, but I wasn't sure why. I could literally feel the air push past me as I fell fast. The deeper I fell, the more intense the images that flashed before my eyes were, and the more terrified I felt. That chocking feeling was attacking me, then, suddenly, Turles appeared again, except this time his expression mirrored my own, then, a splatter of blood splashed against a dark wall . . .

My eyes flew open to shocked and concerned ones above me. Kakarot's hand was clamped over my mouth as if to stop me from screaming. He was panting too as he pulled me into his arms, his hand coming around to hold my head to his chest.

"It's alright; it's all over now, you're safe," he gasped.

I gulped, and then, realising that I was crying, I went wiped them away. As I did, Kakarot caught my hand gently. I looked up at him, seeing the worry and his eyes . . . and the fear. What was he afraid of? Shakily, I reached up to caresses his cheek, trying to show him that I was fine, and that I needed his support. A hesitant smile dimly lit up his features and he held my hand, then, suddenly, I was swept up into his arms again.

"Don't scare me like that, Vegeta," he whispered, and I could tell that he was crying himself, "You looked like you were in pain, a-and . . . I-I couldn't do anything to help you,"

"W-w-well . . . I-I-I'm j-just glad i-it's o-over," I stuttered, breathless.

"I-I . . . I wouldn't know what I would do if you didn't wake up," Kakarot said, rushed, "I tried to keep you from screaming, but you were struggling as if you were trying to escape. I-I just hope Chichi didn't hear you, but I'm glad you're alright, even if she did . . . I don't think I'd be able to hold myself back; I'd do everything in my power in order for you to stay, because I don't want you having dreams like that again, especially if you're alone,"

I really didn't want him to fight with Chichi, but I had more luck trying to convince a bee to drink ale; ale is bitter, pollen is sweet. I'd know what I'd choose if I was the bee, so I knew I had no chance of dissuading him. I suddenly felt his lips on my neck, kissing me softly, and biting gently. I shivered and let out a shaky moan. He pulled back and kissed my forehead.

"I've been thinking, Vegeta," Kakarot whispered, "Maybe we should visit Dr Briefs," he cupped a hand over my belly, "You know, to check that everything is alright in there,"

"Y-yeah," I nodded, giving a small smile, "I-I mean, that would be for the best, as . . . well . . . n-no . . . no other doctor would . . . would able to . . ." I gulped, "You know,"

"They wouldn't be able to comprehend how special you are," Kakarot smiled, caressing my cheek.

I looked up at him, at first a little confused by what he said, but then I smiled, blushing a little. Kakarot kissed me again, and then lay back down on his pillow, enticingly. I couldn't help but giggle as I lay down atop of him, nuzzling him, though I quivered a little feeling his rock-hard member pushing up against my thighs. He gripped me tight, though not tight enough to hurt me. I closed my eyes and let him explore my body.

Writer's POV

Although, Vegeta's dream was not easily dismissed in the waves of longing and lust, neither he, nor Goku would have thought that it may have meant something, since, as the two Saiyans were enveloped in each other's hold, dark clouds rolled in across the sky, blocking out the crescent moon. Of course, summoning a dragon was difficult without letting other people know, but, in the darkness of twilight, it was the best cover; no one would have suspected anything. If Vegeta was to know that his dream actually meant something, he'd know that something wasn't right, though, even as his nightmare replayed in his mind, Vegeta couldn't resist his lusting mate and soon, the dream was lost to desire. However, not too far from the forest of which Goten, Trunks and Isuzuly slept, unaware, golden orbs sent shadows across the night grass as a group surrounded them. Red eyes glinted in the light, a smirk pulling across sharp teeth. The group was silent as the tallest, three times the size of an average human, stepped up towards the dragon balls.

"SHENRON, ARISE!"

There was a millisecond of silence before the large green dragon erupted from the seven balls, his large body extending up into the darkened sky. There were a few gasps from the group; of course, never actually seeing the dragon up close, only ever hearing from rumours of what he looked like, though the first stood, unfazed, the smirk still stuck in place as if it were stapled into place. Finally, Shenron reared up, his glowing red eyes glaring down at them as if daring them to ask a wish, demanding to know why he was awoken.

WHY HAVE YOU SUMMONED ME? TELL ME YOUR WISH NOW!

His voice filled the sky and seemed to be coming from everywhere. The tallest man chuckled.

"My wish . . . ? My wish cannot be granted by you, of course; it is not within your power," he laughed, "But, there is a certain someone you can bring back so that I may achieve what I most desire,"

TELL ME NOW! WHAT IS YOUR WISH?

Shenron seemed to be getting irritated by this newcomer, and, as such, a low growl escaped him as he spoke.

"Alright, alright, no need to get tetchy now," the man snickered, "Now, let me think . . . who do I want back . . . ? Ah, I know, SHENRON, I WISH FOR THE SAIYAN ROGUE, TURLES, TO BE BROUGHT BACK!"

There was a low growl as if Shenron was sighing in irritation; they always want people to be brought back.

VERY WELL, IT HAS BEEN DONE! YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED!

Shenron's eyes flashed before Turles appeared before him, looking quite confused.

FAREWELL!

With that, the dragon balls rose and shot out in several different directions, disappearing along with the eternal dragon. Turles looked around, his features seemingly stuck in a confused state, before his eyes landed on the tall man in front of him. He immediately put the pieces together.

"Who are you?" he asked, "And why did you bring me back?"

The man laughed, as with the others. Turles didn't seem pleased with this as a reply and his power swelled.

"ARE YOU GOING TO ANSWER ME OR NOT!"

"Alright, calm down," the man chuckled, "I am known as Diclonius 15, or, simply, D15, and as to why you are here . . . well, I know about that 'falling-out' that you had with a certain Saiyan, well, how would you like a little pay-back?"

"What's the catch?" Turles asked immediately.

"Nothing at all, I just want your help destroying the Z-fighters," D15 replied, "So . . . you in?"

A.N: Isuzuly and D15 belong to Moonangellovers via devintART I do have permission to use them