Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ The Uncanny Dragonball Z! ❯ Ceasefire ( Chapter 5 )

Before she could duck, 18 looked at her hand in confusion, it wouldn't move. Rogue used that moment to send a vicious kick to the blonde's mid-section. Well, that is, she would have if her body hadn't suddendly been frozen in place, unable to move. She looked, and from the side of her eye, caught Wolverine and the short bald one had been similarily frozen.

"Stop this! All of you!" Jean Grey-Summer's voice rang through thier minds and ears. They turned to see her, floating a little bit off the ground, her flaming hair wild about her face with droplets of fire coursing along the strands here and there.

Her arms were raised over her head, hands towards them, fingers splayed. The look on her face was a cross between annoyance and fear, "We aren't here to pick a fight, Wolverine! Rogue, you should know better! Let it be!"

Wolverine retracted his claws, growled under his breath and turned away from Krillin. Rogue just ducked her head from Jean's pentrating gaze, the gaze of the phoneix, and backed away from 18, who still looked angry, but now annoyed as well.

She stood with her hands on her hips, now that Jean had released them all, and looked up at her. "Who are you people?" She asked the question each of them had asked at one point or another, "Why are you here if not to try and take over the planet?"

Storm laughed, a sound not unlike the ringing of church bells, the sound echoed and vibrated through everyone there, "Goddess!" She cried, "That was why you were about to attack me? You thought..."

"Well, you gotta admit," Krillin said, smiling a bit, though still clearly nervous, "You put put on a pretty good show."

"Oh, you mean this," She said, as she waved an arm towards the heaven's, lightning, small and far enough away not to hurt anyone, crashed against the afternoon sky, "This is just my power, I'm a mutant, as are the rest of my companions, each of was born with a certain power, mine is control of the elements. Sometimes the weather reflects my emotions. I swear I didn't even know you were here, I was so caught up inside myself."

"Then, I guess this had been a big misunderstanding," Krillin said, and held his hand out to the dark skinned white haired beauty. He caught his wife's look of displeasure and snatched his hand back the moment it touched Storm's.

"Heh, heh, sorry, dear..." He flushed and backed away from her angry ice blue eyes.

Sighing 18 turned towards Jean once more, "Even though I am still angry, my good-natured husband has the right idea. My name is Android 18, though most people just call me 18."

Jean smiled and floated towards the ground, her feet landly lightly on the earth. She looked at 18, reached out and touched the skin upon her face with her fingers, barely grazing her cheek. 18 didn't flinch but waited until Jean was finished with whatever it was she was doing.

"I'm sorry..." Jean said, pulling her hand back, "I was just curious...about and android mind...you seem so much like..."

"A human?" 18 said, "Well, I never said I wasn't. I'm merely of a different...race..."

"Much like mutants," Jean said, smiling, "Yes, it makes since. I'm Jean Grey-Summers, but most people just call me Jean."

18 nodded and they turned to see how the others were coming along. Wolverine had turned around and decided to put his feelings aside, he'd been looking forward to a good scrap, and introduced himself to Piccolo and the others.

Rogue turned to Piccolo, who'd been watching things from the sidelines but with a look that said he'd be more than willing to jump in if things got ugly. "Ah...want to apologize for...for what happened earlier..."

"It...was...odd..." Piccolo said, with a nod that meant he'd accepted her apology, "How did you...?"

"You heard Ororo...Storm...talking about mutant powers and all?" She asked, and went on before he could answer, "Well, I aborb other's powers and personalities and strength via touch. It's not something that I can control, so normally I were clothing that would prevent such an accident..."

Piccolo nodded, he's as much as guessed that was what had happened.

"Oh, by the way, ma name is Rogue," She held out her hand to him. Piccolo looked at it and back up to her face, not sure... "Don't worry," She waved her hands, "I'm wearing gloves, only skin to skin contact triggers ma power..."

"Piccolo," Piccolo said, even though he knew she had all ready gathered that much, taking her hand briefly, "How did you...people...get here?"

"Well," Rogue slipped her hand from his, "That is something Ah'm not entirely sure of, Sugah..."

~*~*~

"Goodness!" Chi Chi cried in a whisper as Goku tucked the girl into Gohan's old bed, "I can't believe she'd been running about with that high of a tempature!"

"Chi Chi," Bulma said, sitting next to the bed in a chair she'd pulled up from the computer desk in the corner, "Would you get a bowl of cold water and some rags...I want to try and bring this fever down. We can give her..."

"A senzu bean!" Goku piped up, smiling at what, to him, was the perfect solution. He wasn't sure why he didn't think of it sooner...

"No, Goku," Bulma whispered, "We don't have any left, you and Vegeta took the last two when you were fighting each other in the anti-gravity room last week. I was going to say

`a tylonal later when she wakes up' for her headache.

"Oh," Goku said, as Chi Chi brushed past him toward the kitchen. She returned a moment later with a wooden bowl and four small towels, handing them to Bulma. "Gosh, I just hate to see anyone so sick..."

Bulma gave Chi Chi a look at read; "Can you get your husband out of here, for crying out loud!"

"Goku, Dear," Chi Chi said, "I bet your hungry, it's only been fifteen minutes since you ate last, after all..."

Before she could finish, he was all ready sitting at the kitchen table, waiting. Sighing, Chi Chi left to feed her husband. Bulma turned towards Jubilee, dipping one of the rags into the water and ringing it out before running it along the girl's brow. Jubilee moved in her sleep, the corners of her lips turning up in relief. As she tended to her, she felt a presence behind her.

"How is she?" Vegeta walked into the room, holding Trunks, looking down at Jubilee, whose ki was considerable for one so young.

"She has a very high fever and I was just wondering where she came from...look, she'd not even wearing shoes and, I didn't notice this before, but she's not even dressed!"

"What are you talking about, Woman?" Vegeta asked, peering down at Jubilee, "She's covered..."

"No, not that!" Bulma said softly, "She's dressed for sleep, see? Why would she be outside away from home dressed for bed? And as sick as she is? I have to believe she was telling the truth earlier..."

"About coming from another dimension?" Vegeta asked, "I know that's possible, but didn't we agree that it was probably just her sickness talking? Hallucinations?"

"I changed my mind, Vegeta," Bulma said in a tone that meant; just leave it at that, "I believe she's from another dimension...I believe it was an accident how she came to be here..."

"Well, your the genius around here," He said, walking with thier son towards the door, "Figure a way to get her home."

"Don't you think that's what I've been trying to do..." Bulma said, but Vegeta was all ready gone and did not hear. "But, not until she'd well..."

Jubilee moaned and turned her head in her sleep, her eyes moving beneath thier lids, "S-Storm...Rogue..." She muttered, "W-Wolvie...Jean..."

"Shh..." Bulma dipped the rag into the water, rung it out once more and smoothed the coolness across the child's forhead once more, "Shhh..."