Disclaimer: I do not in any way own DBZ or any of its characters, Any ways,
here are the ages:
Gohan: 17
Goku: Other World
Goten: 11 1/2
1 Trunks: 12
(I know, I know, I made Goten and Trunks older but hey, It will make the story better.)
(On another note, I need help on coming up for a name for the character that has not appeared yet, but she's a sayijin female, I made a picture of her, she is a character that I made but I haven't come up with a name for her. If you need a picture of her to come up with a name then feel free to ask. ^;^!)
-Selah (AKA) Kioko
Key:
"…."= Talking
'…'= Thinking
^…^= Telepathy
*…*= Different seen
(…)= Author's Note
ON WITH THE STORY!
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Last time: Chichi smacked Piccolo on the head with her infamous frying pan. Goten and Trunks were just…well…there. Bulma got in another verbal battle with Vegeta. (So what else is new? ^-^!) And the most important detail…my very special surprise is coming out!
10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…0
The outer thick shell of the space pod immediately opened, and fell to the ground, reviling the damsel in suspended animation.
Gohan and the other two females just stood there in awe, mouths agape and eyes glued to the probably never before seen sight.
The laboratory glowed a lovely blue hue, caused by the liquid that was surrounding the curled saiyjin girl.
She was in what seemed like a synthetic womb, which was also the color of the liquid encircling it. (Ok guys and girls…imagine the way a baby is curled in the mothers uterus…that's what she looks like right now…except that she's bigger cause she's 17. ;!)
The clear blue liquid started to immediately evaporate out of the circular glass container, and when the liquid was about half way gone…the artificial womb began to tare.
"look…its…tarring." Chichi said to no one in particular.
The girl in the womb pocked a finger out, as if testing if the temperature was just right, she quickly brought it back in the womb, acting as if it were way too cold out of her small confinement.
Then she stuck her whole arm out, then her shoulder, and her head coming after it.
The synthetic womb then wasted away, as well as the clear blue liquid evaporating rapidly, leaving the circular glass empty…all except a sky clad, tail barring saiyjin girl.
Gohan quickly turned his head away when he noticed the predicament of the girl. A slight blush creeped on his cheeks, but he didn't let it grow.
'Ok, you can do this…just think of it as…like that trauma life in the ER show on TLC…you don't see the doctors blushing when they have to cut off the patients clothing…and you're gonna be a scholar some day, this is an opportunity to…learn.' Gohan's mind said to him.
"Gohan, this is where you come in, you mind giving one good punch at that glass ball?" Bulma asked the young demi-saiyjin boy.
"No problem." Gohan answered, walking over to the glass sphere braking it in an instant with one effortless punch.
The wild headed girl fell into unconsciousness as soon as the artificial womb disintegrated into nothingness, leaving Gohan in a very difficult situation.
Chichi had seen this and decided that she should help her son out by placing a sheet on the girl, so that poor Gohan wouldn't be distracted.
"Here, put her on the table, I have to check her vital signs, then I'll need you to carry her into the incubator over there." Bulma stated to him, pointing over to the opposite end of the lab, then turning and putting an I.V in the girls arm…(ECT.)
"Chichi, can you help me dress her?" Bulma asked the ebony hared woman, after she had finished doing what doctors do…(^;^!)
"Sure." Chichi responded, walking over to the girl and holding her up so that Bulma could slip on the night gown.
Gohan meanwhile preoccupied himself by rummaging through the remains of the space pod.
He came about something, rectangular like…
'almost like a suitcase or something.' He thought.
'Should I open it?' He questioned himself. He opted to open it, but soon regretted that decision.
'Oh, Dende!' He thought, quickly closing the suitcase looking box.
'Well that was a big mistake.' His mind reminded.
(ha, ha I know what's in there and you don't! ^-^! Just kidding, I'll tell in a later chapter.)
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*Out side the lab, in the hall way *
"So, you think she'll be pretty?" Goten asked Trunks absentmindedly.
"Well, all the saiyijins I know are good looking." Trunks answered, immediately getting a sly look on his face.
"Why? Do you want her to be your girlfriend or something?" Trunks prodded his goofy looking friend.
"NO!" Goten answered quickly, not giving a second thought about it."
"I don't know, Goten, you seem very exited about meeting this girl." Trunks taunted.
"Don't you think so Dad?" Trunks asked his father, who seemed board at the moment.
"Don't get me involved in your childish conversation brat." Vegeta commanded coarsely.
"Well how about you Piccolo?" Trunks asked, turning to face the green man.
Piccolo just grunted and turned his attention back to the laboratory's door.
"Fine then don't answer me!!" Trunks said loudly to the green man.
"Shut up kid." Was Piccolo's only response.
"Are you telling me, the hire to the royal throne of Vegeta to shut up?" Trunks asked in disbelieve.
Vegeta smiled inwardly at that comment, he was so proud of his boy, but he just would never show it…except for letting him train with him…now that was a privilege.
'That's my son? Well, he has potential yet.' The black hared Prince of Saiyijins thought.
"Yes." Piccolo answered roughly, and glared at the disrespectful boy.
Trunks chuckled evilly just like his father and said, "Well then, I suggest you brace yourself, for when you come against me, you come against the greatest warriors of the universe, that of the Saiyijin Royal Elite Army, and that of a Super Saiyijin.
So my green damnation, brace yourself, for I do not take your insult to the Royal Throne lightly.
Trunks finished confidentially, and satisfied with himself.
'I must say, now that's what I call a good battle articulation.' Vegeta thought proudly.
Vegeta wore a self-satisfied smirk on his chiseled features.
' Yes my son, you have much potential, I'm sure of it.' Vegeta finished the thought.
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AHHHH!
Man Goten you finished all my ice-cream!
Goten: Sorry…I was hungry.
Me: oh well…that's what I get for inviting you over I guess.
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HEY PEOPLE!
In the next chapter we might just see a fight between Mr. Green and Trunks!
Piccolo: Call me Mr. Green again, and I'll blow your head off.
::gets on knees:: Sorry Piccolo, it won't happen again.
Trunks: ::cough:: ::Mr.:: ::cough:: ::green:: ::cough::.
Piccolo: WHAT WAS THAT TRUNKS!?
Trunks: nothin' I don't know what you're talking about.
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IMPORTAINT:
This weekend I'm going to Mexico, and I'll come back late Sunday night…And no, I'm not going to update during this weekend, cause none of my family in Mexico have a computer, and the Internet hasn't even been herd of over there.
I'll get a new chapter up if not on Monday, than for sure on Tuesday!
I PROMISE!
Well that's if I come home to see 20 reviews that is. If I get more…I write more. 20 reviews by Monday = More writing.
MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL:
I NEED MORE NAMES!!!!!!!!
WITHOUT THEM THE STORY CAN'T GO ON!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
So…please suggest, suggest, and… suggest!
DO NOT ASK ME TO E-MAIL YOU…please…my e-mail is all jacked-up, and I can't send anything!
CACA! ::Looks evilly at computer:: ::Pulls out huge mallet::
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
::SMACKS COMPUTER WITH MALLET::
MUAHMUAHHA!
That's what you get! Dumb cursed computer!
::::::::::::::::::
Over and out,
Selah (a.k.a.) Kioko
Gohan: 17
Goku: Other World
Goten: 11 1/2
1 Trunks: 12
(I know, I know, I made Goten and Trunks older but hey, It will make the story better.)
(On another note, I need help on coming up for a name for the character that has not appeared yet, but she's a sayijin female, I made a picture of her, she is a character that I made but I haven't come up with a name for her. If you need a picture of her to come up with a name then feel free to ask. ^;^!)
-Selah (AKA) Kioko
Key:
"…."= Talking
'…'= Thinking
^…^= Telepathy
*…*= Different seen
(…)= Author's Note
ON WITH THE STORY!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Last time: Chichi smacked Piccolo on the head with her infamous frying pan. Goten and Trunks were just…well…there. Bulma got in another verbal battle with Vegeta. (So what else is new? ^-^!) And the most important detail…my very special surprise is coming out!
10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…0
The outer thick shell of the space pod immediately opened, and fell to the ground, reviling the damsel in suspended animation.
Gohan and the other two females just stood there in awe, mouths agape and eyes glued to the probably never before seen sight.
The laboratory glowed a lovely blue hue, caused by the liquid that was surrounding the curled saiyjin girl.
She was in what seemed like a synthetic womb, which was also the color of the liquid encircling it. (Ok guys and girls…imagine the way a baby is curled in the mothers uterus…that's what she looks like right now…except that she's bigger cause she's 17. ;!)
The clear blue liquid started to immediately evaporate out of the circular glass container, and when the liquid was about half way gone…the artificial womb began to tare.
"look…its…tarring." Chichi said to no one in particular.
The girl in the womb pocked a finger out, as if testing if the temperature was just right, she quickly brought it back in the womb, acting as if it were way too cold out of her small confinement.
Then she stuck her whole arm out, then her shoulder, and her head coming after it.
The synthetic womb then wasted away, as well as the clear blue liquid evaporating rapidly, leaving the circular glass empty…all except a sky clad, tail barring saiyjin girl.
Gohan quickly turned his head away when he noticed the predicament of the girl. A slight blush creeped on his cheeks, but he didn't let it grow.
'Ok, you can do this…just think of it as…like that trauma life in the ER show on TLC…you don't see the doctors blushing when they have to cut off the patients clothing…and you're gonna be a scholar some day, this is an opportunity to…learn.' Gohan's mind said to him.
"Gohan, this is where you come in, you mind giving one good punch at that glass ball?" Bulma asked the young demi-saiyjin boy.
"No problem." Gohan answered, walking over to the glass sphere braking it in an instant with one effortless punch.
The wild headed girl fell into unconsciousness as soon as the artificial womb disintegrated into nothingness, leaving Gohan in a very difficult situation.
Chichi had seen this and decided that she should help her son out by placing a sheet on the girl, so that poor Gohan wouldn't be distracted.
"Here, put her on the table, I have to check her vital signs, then I'll need you to carry her into the incubator over there." Bulma stated to him, pointing over to the opposite end of the lab, then turning and putting an I.V in the girls arm…(ECT.)
"Chichi, can you help me dress her?" Bulma asked the ebony hared woman, after she had finished doing what doctors do…(^;^!)
"Sure." Chichi responded, walking over to the girl and holding her up so that Bulma could slip on the night gown.
Gohan meanwhile preoccupied himself by rummaging through the remains of the space pod.
He came about something, rectangular like…
'almost like a suitcase or something.' He thought.
'Should I open it?' He questioned himself. He opted to open it, but soon regretted that decision.
'Oh, Dende!' He thought, quickly closing the suitcase looking box.
'Well that was a big mistake.' His mind reminded.
(ha, ha I know what's in there and you don't! ^-^! Just kidding, I'll tell in a later chapter.)
:::::::::::::::::::::
*Out side the lab, in the hall way *
"So, you think she'll be pretty?" Goten asked Trunks absentmindedly.
"Well, all the saiyijins I know are good looking." Trunks answered, immediately getting a sly look on his face.
"Why? Do you want her to be your girlfriend or something?" Trunks prodded his goofy looking friend.
"NO!" Goten answered quickly, not giving a second thought about it."
"I don't know, Goten, you seem very exited about meeting this girl." Trunks taunted.
"Don't you think so Dad?" Trunks asked his father, who seemed board at the moment.
"Don't get me involved in your childish conversation brat." Vegeta commanded coarsely.
"Well how about you Piccolo?" Trunks asked, turning to face the green man.
Piccolo just grunted and turned his attention back to the laboratory's door.
"Fine then don't answer me!!" Trunks said loudly to the green man.
"Shut up kid." Was Piccolo's only response.
"Are you telling me, the hire to the royal throne of Vegeta to shut up?" Trunks asked in disbelieve.
Vegeta smiled inwardly at that comment, he was so proud of his boy, but he just would never show it…except for letting him train with him…now that was a privilege.
'That's my son? Well, he has potential yet.' The black hared Prince of Saiyijins thought.
"Yes." Piccolo answered roughly, and glared at the disrespectful boy.
Trunks chuckled evilly just like his father and said, "Well then, I suggest you brace yourself, for when you come against me, you come against the greatest warriors of the universe, that of the Saiyijin Royal Elite Army, and that of a Super Saiyijin.
So my green damnation, brace yourself, for I do not take your insult to the Royal Throne lightly.
Trunks finished confidentially, and satisfied with himself.
'I must say, now that's what I call a good battle articulation.' Vegeta thought proudly.
Vegeta wore a self-satisfied smirk on his chiseled features.
' Yes my son, you have much potential, I'm sure of it.' Vegeta finished the thought.
:::::::::::::
AHHHH!
Man Goten you finished all my ice-cream!
Goten: Sorry…I was hungry.
Me: oh well…that's what I get for inviting you over I guess.
:::::::::
HEY PEOPLE!
In the next chapter we might just see a fight between Mr. Green and Trunks!
Piccolo: Call me Mr. Green again, and I'll blow your head off.
::gets on knees:: Sorry Piccolo, it won't happen again.
Trunks: ::cough:: ::Mr.:: ::cough:: ::green:: ::cough::.
Piccolo: WHAT WAS THAT TRUNKS!?
Trunks: nothin' I don't know what you're talking about.
::::::::
IMPORTAINT:
This weekend I'm going to Mexico, and I'll come back late Sunday night…And no, I'm not going to update during this weekend, cause none of my family in Mexico have a computer, and the Internet hasn't even been herd of over there.
I'll get a new chapter up if not on Monday, than for sure on Tuesday!
I PROMISE!
Well that's if I come home to see 20 reviews that is. If I get more…I write more. 20 reviews by Monday = More writing.
MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL:
I NEED MORE NAMES!!!!!!!!
WITHOUT THEM THE STORY CAN'T GO ON!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
So…please suggest, suggest, and… suggest!
DO NOT ASK ME TO E-MAIL YOU…please…my e-mail is all jacked-up, and I can't send anything!
CACA! ::Looks evilly at computer:: ::Pulls out huge mallet::
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
::SMACKS COMPUTER WITH MALLET::
MUAHMUAHHA!
That's what you get! Dumb cursed computer!
::::::::::::::::::
Over and out,
Selah (a.k.a.) Kioko