Hey there everyone! I'm still here, and back again with another update! Yeah. I bet you've all been wondering what will happen with the world's political power in the hand of the Demonic Six. Well . . . you may find out. Also, I plan on bringing more people from different points in time into this story, I could use some suggestions. As always, please be sure to drop me a review, I really appreciate it. Thanks. Now, On with the story (sorry, this chapter is a little short).
Dragon Ball Z
Trapped In the Future
Chapter Six:
Hail the Mighty Conquerors
LAST TIME:
Emma was silent for a moment. Everyone seemed dead serious that these children were in charge! Oh well. "My name is Emma Halloway. I'm here on behalf of the United World Nation."
"Alright," Trunks stated. "And . . .?"
Emma cleared her throat. "And we have agreed to your terms. We will give you whatever you want."
Trunks blinked several times. The other chibis exchanged glances. "Whatever we want?"
Ms. Halloway nodded.
Trunks smirked.
NOW:
Teen Gohan scratched his head as he scanned the blueprints before him. If nothing else, Bulma was very thorough in her designs. Thorough and complicated. The newsprint-sized schematic he was looking at now was for only one of the four central processors built into the time machine. Time travel required extra computing power, so Bulma had designed and built her own CPU chip and linked four of them together. She would probably sell a dumb-ed down version of the chip in a year or so.
Teen Gohan currently held one of the four CPUs. It had been damaged, but was still fixable. He glance over towards Teen Trunks. One of the CPUs had been damaged, but another one had been completely destroyed. The current Trunks was mulling over an identical blueprint, intending to build a replacement for the fragged chip.
Still, it was better than Cell Games Gohan and Mirai no Trunks's job. They were pouring over pages and pages of Bulma's algorithms. Once it was fixed, the machine had to be reprogrammed. When Juunana-gou returned, he would probably either help with the algorithms or help Teen Trunks. Either way, it wouldn't be fun.
* * * * * * *
Chibi Trunks had to hide his grin from the woman before him. "Uh, well just a minute. We need to go discuss this," he said, turning to the other chibis.
Ms. Halloway blinked. "Don't you already have your demands planned out?" she asked in surprise.
"There have been a few . . . changes due to recent . . . happenings," Trunks replied, walking over to the other kids.
Ms. Halloway shrugged, "Well, alright. I'll just wait here then."
Trunks nodded. "We'll be back in a few minutes." He turned to the nearest guard, one of the ones who had escorted General Gray down. "You there." The soldier straightened, trembling with fear. "Open the elevator. You're coming with us." The soldier quickly nodded and moved to operate the elevator. "And the rest of you! Stay here or else!" The soldiers all nodded. "And pick up your guns! You're not very menacing without them." The soldiers quickly complied, fumbling with their weapons.
Once inside the elevator, the chibis all huddled. "Hey Trunks," Goten asked. "What are we gonna tell them?"
Trunks shrugged. "Not sure."
"Uh, shouldn't we have told them that they could have the king back?" Chibi Gohan piped up.
Trunks shook his head. "Gohan, these people said we could have ANYTHING! You don't turn something like that down. But don't worry, we will give the king back soon."
"Um, sir?" the soldier Trunks had drug along finally spoke.
"What?"
"W-was there a particular floor you wanted to go to?"
"Take us to wherever the king of the world is being held," Pan replied. "We should probably tell him not to worry."
"Y-yes, ma'am," the soldier replied, entering the correct floor into the elevator.
"So," Bra started, "what should we ask for?"
"Food!" Trunks, Goten, Pan, and both Gohans replied in unison.
Bra sweat-dropped. "Uh, right. But aside from that?"
"Candy!" replied Goten.
"Uh, right. Anything nonedible?" Bra asked again.
"How about something to bribe the adults with so we don't get in trouble," suggested Kid Gohan.
Trunks blinked in surprise. Then a smirk formed on his face. "I like the way you think, Kid."
"Maybe we could ask what everyone back at Capsule Corp wants," Pan suggested.
Trunks nodded as the elevator came to a stop. The door opened and the children exited. "Show us where the king is," Trunks commanded the soldier. The soldier nodded, and led the kids down the hall. They entered a large office room, where they found the old King of the World seated in a chair, flanked by armed guards. Several soldiers stood guard over a group of people who were tied up at the far end of the room. The kid's escort saluted one of the soldiers in the room upon entering.
"What are these children doing here?" the higher ranking soldier demanded.
"They are in charge now, sir," the escort replied.
There was a moment of silence, in which Goten, Trunks, and the others just grinned. Then the officer regained his composure. "What are you talking about, soldier?! General Gray is . . ."
"They took out General Gray," the soldier replied, cutting of his superior.
"What do you mean by that?!" the officer bellowed.
Before the soldier who had guided the kids could answer, Trunks was floating in the air, holding the officer several feet of the ground. "He means we took out your stupid leader. Do what we say our you will sorely regret it," Trunks hissed. He tossed the officer to the ground.
Kid Gohan stepped forward. "Now, untie those people and let the king up." The soldiers hesitated for a moment. "NOW!" Gohan bellowed, rising slightly off the floor. The soldiers instantly went to work.
Goten looked around. "Hey, there's a phone. I'm gonna call nii-chan and see what he wants us to ask for."
Trunks nodded. This was almost as good as Shenron.
* * * * * * *
Four of the brightest demi-Saiya-jins studied the plans to Bulma's time machine. Well, technically, two of the brightest demi-Saiya-jins. Two of the four were Trunks and two of the four were Gohan, so there were only two different people. Just variations thereof. Anyway, one android was also present. Although, technically, he was more of a cyborg. Regardless, these people were all trying to repair the time machine.
Juunana-gou had returned a little over an hour ago. He had taken over the algorithm study, While Teen Gohan had finished repairing his CPU. He then went to help Teen Trunks with the chip that had to be built from scratch. The preteen Gohan and Mirai Trunks had both started work on the various other damaged or destroyed components of the time machine.
Mirai Trunks and Juunana-gou had strangely gotten along. It was kind of freaking everyone else out. The two had gone from trying to kill each other to good friends overnight. However, noone quite felt like asking about it.
Now, the younger Gohan was working on a power coupling when the phone started to ring. Being the least engaged at the time, he stood up. "I'll get it," he called walking over to the ringing appliance. He picked it up. "Hello?" His eyes suddenly widened. "Huh? Goten?!"
That caught the others in the room's attention. The quickly huddled around Cell Games Gohan.
"Goten? Where are you?" Gohan continued. He paused for a few moments. "What do you mean?" Pause. "Why is that?" Another pause. Suddenly, Cell Games Gohan's eye got really big. "YOU WHAT?!?!?"
* * * * * * *
Chibi Goten tapped his fingers on the counter as the phone rang. Finally someone picked it up. "Hello?" the preteen Gohan's voice rang out.
"Hi, nii-chan!" Goten replied.
"Huh? Goten?!"
"Yep, it's me," the chibi replied.
"Goten? Where are you?" Gohan asked.
"Um, some big building. I forget. Anyway, is there anything you really want?" Goten responded.
"What do you mean?" came the reply.
"Well," Goten chirped happily, " these people from the World Nation are offering to give us whatever we want."
"Why is that?" came Gohan's skeptical response.
Goten cringed. "Well, you see . . . we kinda sorta accidentally . . . took over the world."
A beat. "YOU WHAT?!?!?"
Goten held the phone away from his ear to let the ringing stop.
* * * * * * *
Teen Gohan, Juunana-gou, and both Trunks's watched expectantly. Finally, the adolescent covered the phone's receiver with his hand and turned to the others.
"What's wrong?" Teen Trunks asked.
Gohan kind of shrugged. "He said they accidentally took over the world."
Dragon Ball Z
Trapped In the Future
Chapter Six:
Hail the Mighty Conquerors
LAST TIME:
Emma was silent for a moment. Everyone seemed dead serious that these children were in charge! Oh well. "My name is Emma Halloway. I'm here on behalf of the United World Nation."
"Alright," Trunks stated. "And . . .?"
Emma cleared her throat. "And we have agreed to your terms. We will give you whatever you want."
Trunks blinked several times. The other chibis exchanged glances. "Whatever we want?"
Ms. Halloway nodded.
Trunks smirked.
NOW:
Teen Gohan scratched his head as he scanned the blueprints before him. If nothing else, Bulma was very thorough in her designs. Thorough and complicated. The newsprint-sized schematic he was looking at now was for only one of the four central processors built into the time machine. Time travel required extra computing power, so Bulma had designed and built her own CPU chip and linked four of them together. She would probably sell a dumb-ed down version of the chip in a year or so.
Teen Gohan currently held one of the four CPUs. It had been damaged, but was still fixable. He glance over towards Teen Trunks. One of the CPUs had been damaged, but another one had been completely destroyed. The current Trunks was mulling over an identical blueprint, intending to build a replacement for the fragged chip.
Still, it was better than Cell Games Gohan and Mirai no Trunks's job. They were pouring over pages and pages of Bulma's algorithms. Once it was fixed, the machine had to be reprogrammed. When Juunana-gou returned, he would probably either help with the algorithms or help Teen Trunks. Either way, it wouldn't be fun.
* * * * * * *
Chibi Trunks had to hide his grin from the woman before him. "Uh, well just a minute. We need to go discuss this," he said, turning to the other chibis.
Ms. Halloway blinked. "Don't you already have your demands planned out?" she asked in surprise.
"There have been a few . . . changes due to recent . . . happenings," Trunks replied, walking over to the other kids.
Ms. Halloway shrugged, "Well, alright. I'll just wait here then."
Trunks nodded. "We'll be back in a few minutes." He turned to the nearest guard, one of the ones who had escorted General Gray down. "You there." The soldier straightened, trembling with fear. "Open the elevator. You're coming with us." The soldier quickly nodded and moved to operate the elevator. "And the rest of you! Stay here or else!" The soldiers all nodded. "And pick up your guns! You're not very menacing without them." The soldiers quickly complied, fumbling with their weapons.
Once inside the elevator, the chibis all huddled. "Hey Trunks," Goten asked. "What are we gonna tell them?"
Trunks shrugged. "Not sure."
"Uh, shouldn't we have told them that they could have the king back?" Chibi Gohan piped up.
Trunks shook his head. "Gohan, these people said we could have ANYTHING! You don't turn something like that down. But don't worry, we will give the king back soon."
"Um, sir?" the soldier Trunks had drug along finally spoke.
"What?"
"W-was there a particular floor you wanted to go to?"
"Take us to wherever the king of the world is being held," Pan replied. "We should probably tell him not to worry."
"Y-yes, ma'am," the soldier replied, entering the correct floor into the elevator.
"So," Bra started, "what should we ask for?"
"Food!" Trunks, Goten, Pan, and both Gohans replied in unison.
Bra sweat-dropped. "Uh, right. But aside from that?"
"Candy!" replied Goten.
"Uh, right. Anything nonedible?" Bra asked again.
"How about something to bribe the adults with so we don't get in trouble," suggested Kid Gohan.
Trunks blinked in surprise. Then a smirk formed on his face. "I like the way you think, Kid."
"Maybe we could ask what everyone back at Capsule Corp wants," Pan suggested.
Trunks nodded as the elevator came to a stop. The door opened and the children exited. "Show us where the king is," Trunks commanded the soldier. The soldier nodded, and led the kids down the hall. They entered a large office room, where they found the old King of the World seated in a chair, flanked by armed guards. Several soldiers stood guard over a group of people who were tied up at the far end of the room. The kid's escort saluted one of the soldiers in the room upon entering.
"What are these children doing here?" the higher ranking soldier demanded.
"They are in charge now, sir," the escort replied.
There was a moment of silence, in which Goten, Trunks, and the others just grinned. Then the officer regained his composure. "What are you talking about, soldier?! General Gray is . . ."
"They took out General Gray," the soldier replied, cutting of his superior.
"What do you mean by that?!" the officer bellowed.
Before the soldier who had guided the kids could answer, Trunks was floating in the air, holding the officer several feet of the ground. "He means we took out your stupid leader. Do what we say our you will sorely regret it," Trunks hissed. He tossed the officer to the ground.
Kid Gohan stepped forward. "Now, untie those people and let the king up." The soldiers hesitated for a moment. "NOW!" Gohan bellowed, rising slightly off the floor. The soldiers instantly went to work.
Goten looked around. "Hey, there's a phone. I'm gonna call nii-chan and see what he wants us to ask for."
Trunks nodded. This was almost as good as Shenron.
* * * * * * *
Four of the brightest demi-Saiya-jins studied the plans to Bulma's time machine. Well, technically, two of the brightest demi-Saiya-jins. Two of the four were Trunks and two of the four were Gohan, so there were only two different people. Just variations thereof. Anyway, one android was also present. Although, technically, he was more of a cyborg. Regardless, these people were all trying to repair the time machine.
Juunana-gou had returned a little over an hour ago. He had taken over the algorithm study, While Teen Gohan had finished repairing his CPU. He then went to help Teen Trunks with the chip that had to be built from scratch. The preteen Gohan and Mirai Trunks had both started work on the various other damaged or destroyed components of the time machine.
Mirai Trunks and Juunana-gou had strangely gotten along. It was kind of freaking everyone else out. The two had gone from trying to kill each other to good friends overnight. However, noone quite felt like asking about it.
Now, the younger Gohan was working on a power coupling when the phone started to ring. Being the least engaged at the time, he stood up. "I'll get it," he called walking over to the ringing appliance. He picked it up. "Hello?" His eyes suddenly widened. "Huh? Goten?!"
That caught the others in the room's attention. The quickly huddled around Cell Games Gohan.
"Goten? Where are you?" Gohan continued. He paused for a few moments. "What do you mean?" Pause. "Why is that?" Another pause. Suddenly, Cell Games Gohan's eye got really big. "YOU WHAT?!?!?"
* * * * * * *
Chibi Goten tapped his fingers on the counter as the phone rang. Finally someone picked it up. "Hello?" the preteen Gohan's voice rang out.
"Hi, nii-chan!" Goten replied.
"Huh? Goten?!"
"Yep, it's me," the chibi replied.
"Goten? Where are you?" Gohan asked.
"Um, some big building. I forget. Anyway, is there anything you really want?" Goten responded.
"What do you mean?" came the reply.
"Well," Goten chirped happily, " these people from the World Nation are offering to give us whatever we want."
"Why is that?" came Gohan's skeptical response.
Goten cringed. "Well, you see . . . we kinda sorta accidentally . . . took over the world."
A beat. "YOU WHAT?!?!?"
Goten held the phone away from his ear to let the ringing stop.
* * * * * * *
Teen Gohan, Juunana-gou, and both Trunks's watched expectantly. Finally, the adolescent covered the phone's receiver with his hand and turned to the others.
"What's wrong?" Teen Trunks asked.
Gohan kind of shrugged. "He said they accidentally took over the world."