[Disclaimer-I don't own any of them—and I never will! ::bursts into tears::
{A/N}-This is my first attempt at relatively long fic. I would really appreciate any constructive criticism you may have. Also, some of these characters may seem slightly OOC at times—I know, you don't need to tell me, I'm working on it! Oh, yeah, added to the list of firsts, this is also my first V/B fic. Alrighty, now that that's all cleared up, I hope you all enjoy my story! R&R please!]
Mirai Trunks stared at his Time Machine in horror. This could not be happening! With a growl he turned and punched the nearest object he could find, which happened to be an ancient pine tree. Unfortunately for the tree, in his frustration, Trunks had put a lot more power into that punch than he had meant to. As pulped bits of pine tree went whizzing into the darkness of the forest, Trunks sighed and put his once angry hand to his head and scratched it.
Had any of the Z warriors seen him at that moment, they might have had some guesses about where the boy from the future had come from (although admittedly, the purple hair would still have confused them.) They would have been wrong, of course. No one could have guessed that it was merely a familiar gesture he had learned from Gohan that he found himself unconsciously imitating in moments of stress, not the true, patented, almost genetically inherited 'Son scratch.'
Trunks grimaced bitterly at the Time Machine while still occupied by scratching his head. What was he going to do now? He had inherited Bulma's scientific genius, as well as his fathers' fighting genius, but what could he do out here in the middle of the wilderness without any equipment?
"And," he sighed to himself, "I never really believed she'd get the darn thing working, so I never bothered to learn anything about it!"
Trunks began to gently beat his head against a nearby tree to release some of his pent up frustration. Abruptly stopping, he forced himself to stop just reacting, and think.
"Ok, Trunks think. Here's the situation. You're stranded in the middle of nowhere, with a broken Time Machine that you don't know how to fix. Not only don't you know where you are, you don't know when you are, and in order to find out, you have to ask someone. Yeah, that'll be great.
'Excuse me ma'am, my name's Trunks, and I'm a time traveler from the future. My Time Machine is broken down though, I don't suppose you know anyone who could fix it. Oh, yeah, and by the way, you wouldn't happen to know what year it is, would you?' "
Trunks grimaced as he imagined the expression on the woman's face as she ran off to get the police to lock up this obvious rubber room escapee. He quietly began to beat head against the bark of his chosen tree once again.
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Son Goku sat at his kitchen table smiling happily. Not that Goku wasn't usually happy, but he was even happier than normal today.
Chi-Chi had cooked him, Gohan and Piccolo a HUGE breakfast that morning. Goku felt a little guilty that, after a whole year, he still hadn't gotten around to mentioning to Chi-Chi that Piccolo didn't eat, and only drank water.
Goku smiled, rubbing his full stomach. But she would never cook this much if it were just him and Gohan. He would get around to telling her. Someday.
Goku's grin increased as he thought, *I wonder if this is the way Vegeta feels about ruling planets.*
*It's a good thing the Universe isn't made out of pancakes, Goku mused drooling, I might just have joined up with Radditz.* Goku paused at the thought. *I would have shared though. I don't think even I could eat that many pancakes!*
Goku's train of thought was abruptly derailed as he sensed a fluctuating 'ki' nearby. It was strong. Extremely strong. It was also familiar, but Goku couldn't quite place it.
"What the heck is it," Goku mumbled to himself as he started for the doorway.
No matter what it was, he knew that it was probably trouble. He knew everyone on the planet with a 'ki' level high enough to be fluctuating like this, and it wasn't any of his friends.
Supressing his own 'ki,' Goku started off through the forest at a quick, silent run. Whatever this thing was, he wasn't going to give up the advantage of surprise. It might have been familiar to him, but it was also new. This 'ki' had just arrived on earth, very recently. Goku would have sensed it otherwise. You couldn't keep a 'ki' like that hidden for long.
As Goku sped silently through the dappled morning brush, he couldn't help thinking to himself, *Could this possibly be what Trunks was talking about? Is this one of the androids? But they're not supposed to arrive for 2 years yet!*
Goku shook his head to clear his thoughts, so he could concentrate on the 'ki' he was stalking, but a tiny voice in the back of his mind still whispered, *And if it's the androids, why is it so familiar?*
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Vegeta, Mighty Prince of all Saiyans, one of the most powerful beings in the Universe, was not a happy camper.
*Damn that woman, he thought with a snarl, this time she's not going to get away with it! I'm going to blast her into the next dimension!*
Vegeta stood stock still in the center of his gravity chamber. He could not move. The damned woman was messing with him, he knew it! There was no way that this could be another one of those oh-so-convenient bugs that had been plaguing the gravity chamber lately. Vegeta growled deep in his throat, and looked around for a way out of this mess.
It was not that he could not move. Although the gravity had "glitched" and reset to almost double what he was used to, he could move. He could not, however, fly, and that was part of the problem. Everytime he took a step, the gravity field would completely reverse, sending him slamming into the ceiling or the floor, depending on which he was standing on. It had only taken him three bruising steps, being slammed into floor and ceiling like a ping pong ball, to realize that this was not an accident.
Even as he fumed and sputtered, Vegeta secretly marveled at the deviousness of the plan. The woman was not physically strong, but mentally she was more than a match for him.
Vegeta scowled. A weak human, a female especially, was no match for the Prince of all Saiyans! He was the strongest being in the universe! What the hell had he been thinking, comparing her to him?!
Vegeta whirled around when he heard the sound of muffled laughter coming from the doorway.
He realized his mistake, only when he once again slammed into the ceiling, and then the floor with incredible force. He lay still for a second, as blackness closed in from the sides, and then felt the pressure holding him down begin to abate. He smirked to himself. The woman must have turned off the controls from the outside. As he felt strength returning to his body, he smirked once again. Forget blasting her. He needed her to fix his equipment when he broke it. But she was going to pay. Oh, yes, she would regret being so soft.
Vegeta stood up in one swift, fluid motion. *Oh, yes. That onna's going to pay.*
***What is this mysterious 'ki' Goku feels (come on guys, you can guess, this is an easy one!), what sort of revenge does Vegeta have in mind? Would Goku really conquer the Universe if it were made of pancakes? Stay tuned! R&R please!***
{A/N}-This is my first attempt at relatively long fic. I would really appreciate any constructive criticism you may have. Also, some of these characters may seem slightly OOC at times—I know, you don't need to tell me, I'm working on it! Oh, yeah, added to the list of firsts, this is also my first V/B fic. Alrighty, now that that's all cleared up, I hope you all enjoy my story! R&R please!]
Mirai Trunks stared at his Time Machine in horror. This could not be happening! With a growl he turned and punched the nearest object he could find, which happened to be an ancient pine tree. Unfortunately for the tree, in his frustration, Trunks had put a lot more power into that punch than he had meant to. As pulped bits of pine tree went whizzing into the darkness of the forest, Trunks sighed and put his once angry hand to his head and scratched it.
Had any of the Z warriors seen him at that moment, they might have had some guesses about where the boy from the future had come from (although admittedly, the purple hair would still have confused them.) They would have been wrong, of course. No one could have guessed that it was merely a familiar gesture he had learned from Gohan that he found himself unconsciously imitating in moments of stress, not the true, patented, almost genetically inherited 'Son scratch.'
Trunks grimaced bitterly at the Time Machine while still occupied by scratching his head. What was he going to do now? He had inherited Bulma's scientific genius, as well as his fathers' fighting genius, but what could he do out here in the middle of the wilderness without any equipment?
"And," he sighed to himself, "I never really believed she'd get the darn thing working, so I never bothered to learn anything about it!"
Trunks began to gently beat his head against a nearby tree to release some of his pent up frustration. Abruptly stopping, he forced himself to stop just reacting, and think.
"Ok, Trunks think. Here's the situation. You're stranded in the middle of nowhere, with a broken Time Machine that you don't know how to fix. Not only don't you know where you are, you don't know when you are, and in order to find out, you have to ask someone. Yeah, that'll be great.
'Excuse me ma'am, my name's Trunks, and I'm a time traveler from the future. My Time Machine is broken down though, I don't suppose you know anyone who could fix it. Oh, yeah, and by the way, you wouldn't happen to know what year it is, would you?' "
Trunks grimaced as he imagined the expression on the woman's face as she ran off to get the police to lock up this obvious rubber room escapee. He quietly began to beat head against the bark of his chosen tree once again.
__________________________
Son Goku sat at his kitchen table smiling happily. Not that Goku wasn't usually happy, but he was even happier than normal today.
Chi-Chi had cooked him, Gohan and Piccolo a HUGE breakfast that morning. Goku felt a little guilty that, after a whole year, he still hadn't gotten around to mentioning to Chi-Chi that Piccolo didn't eat, and only drank water.
Goku smiled, rubbing his full stomach. But she would never cook this much if it were just him and Gohan. He would get around to telling her. Someday.
Goku's grin increased as he thought, *I wonder if this is the way Vegeta feels about ruling planets.*
*It's a good thing the Universe isn't made out of pancakes, Goku mused drooling, I might just have joined up with Radditz.* Goku paused at the thought. *I would have shared though. I don't think even I could eat that many pancakes!*
Goku's train of thought was abruptly derailed as he sensed a fluctuating 'ki' nearby. It was strong. Extremely strong. It was also familiar, but Goku couldn't quite place it.
"What the heck is it," Goku mumbled to himself as he started for the doorway.
No matter what it was, he knew that it was probably trouble. He knew everyone on the planet with a 'ki' level high enough to be fluctuating like this, and it wasn't any of his friends.
Supressing his own 'ki,' Goku started off through the forest at a quick, silent run. Whatever this thing was, he wasn't going to give up the advantage of surprise. It might have been familiar to him, but it was also new. This 'ki' had just arrived on earth, very recently. Goku would have sensed it otherwise. You couldn't keep a 'ki' like that hidden for long.
As Goku sped silently through the dappled morning brush, he couldn't help thinking to himself, *Could this possibly be what Trunks was talking about? Is this one of the androids? But they're not supposed to arrive for 2 years yet!*
Goku shook his head to clear his thoughts, so he could concentrate on the 'ki' he was stalking, but a tiny voice in the back of his mind still whispered, *And if it's the androids, why is it so familiar?*
___________________________
Vegeta, Mighty Prince of all Saiyans, one of the most powerful beings in the Universe, was not a happy camper.
*Damn that woman, he thought with a snarl, this time she's not going to get away with it! I'm going to blast her into the next dimension!*
Vegeta stood stock still in the center of his gravity chamber. He could not move. The damned woman was messing with him, he knew it! There was no way that this could be another one of those oh-so-convenient bugs that had been plaguing the gravity chamber lately. Vegeta growled deep in his throat, and looked around for a way out of this mess.
It was not that he could not move. Although the gravity had "glitched" and reset to almost double what he was used to, he could move. He could not, however, fly, and that was part of the problem. Everytime he took a step, the gravity field would completely reverse, sending him slamming into the ceiling or the floor, depending on which he was standing on. It had only taken him three bruising steps, being slammed into floor and ceiling like a ping pong ball, to realize that this was not an accident.
Even as he fumed and sputtered, Vegeta secretly marveled at the deviousness of the plan. The woman was not physically strong, but mentally she was more than a match for him.
Vegeta scowled. A weak human, a female especially, was no match for the Prince of all Saiyans! He was the strongest being in the universe! What the hell had he been thinking, comparing her to him?!
Vegeta whirled around when he heard the sound of muffled laughter coming from the doorway.
He realized his mistake, only when he once again slammed into the ceiling, and then the floor with incredible force. He lay still for a second, as blackness closed in from the sides, and then felt the pressure holding him down begin to abate. He smirked to himself. The woman must have turned off the controls from the outside. As he felt strength returning to his body, he smirked once again. Forget blasting her. He needed her to fix his equipment when he broke it. But she was going to pay. Oh, yes, she would regret being so soft.
Vegeta stood up in one swift, fluid motion. *Oh, yes. That onna's going to pay.*
***What is this mysterious 'ki' Goku feels (come on guys, you can guess, this is an easy one!), what sort of revenge does Vegeta have in mind? Would Goku really conquer the Universe if it were made of pancakes? Stay tuned! R&R please!***