Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Third Dimention???? ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

A Third Dimension??????????????

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is owned by Akira Toriyama, who made it, hopefully I don't look like Akira Toryama, being a young, British, teenage girl…

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Trunks stared balefully out of the window of Capsule Corporation. He was so...so...bored. There was no other way to describe it. He had a HUGE pile of paper work he couldn't be bothered to do, Goten was out of town, he didn't feel much like eating at the moment believe it or not. He frowned wondering what else there was to do, other than giving in to his temptations. He sighed in defeat, he had already gone a week without visiting fanfiction.net and he had thought the habit was broken, aparrently he had thought wrong though. Halfheartedly punching in his password, he slammed his finger down on the enter key, breaking it in half. His eye twitching slowly he asked his secretary over the intercom to order him a new keyboard. After politely enduring the secretary's pointless joke about how she "never knew you were a musician", he turned back to his screen having blown up the intercom. Trunks sighed again, this time in frustration. Why did it take so long to log on to the damn Internet? Kame knows why he didn't just kill himself on the spot, it'd probably be a lot more fun that waiting for an hour for the Internet just so he could halfheartedly get back into a bad habit.

He continued his sighfest as the polite voice of AOL interrupted his depressing, suicidal thoughts
"Welcome to AOL" welcomed the annoyingly chirpy recording, quickly followed by "You have E-mail!"
~Stupid Baka Onna~ Trunks thought, briefly considering blasting the computer into cyberspace. He was thinking too much like his father, it was unnerving. Ignoring the e-mail/s, for now at least, he turned his attention to the task at hand. Moving his mouse up to the favorite places Icon, he chose "fanfiction.net" from the menu, simultaneously pressing the "ent" and "er" keys.

Having waited a least another 3 minutes for the page to load he found that it had stopped working. Again. Trunks roared and incinerated a small bird flying past his office window. He really was acting unnervingly like Vegeta, maybe his saiyan side was coming out, now THAT was a worrying thought. He heard a light knock on the door and clenched his teeth together in ... annoyedness
"Come in" he sighed. The jittering office executive who Trunks vaguely remembered as Jim or Jack or James or something beginning with a J, it didn't really matter, entered the room.
"Good morning Mr. Briefs, sir" he politely smiled. Was this all he came to do? Pester the new owner of Capsule Corp until he suffered a fate much worse than that annoying bird? Trunks didn't say this out loud, maybe he WASN'T turning into Vegeta after all. At least that was a good sign. What he DID say was
"Good morning J...J...Juuuuuuuuuuuh little help?" the man was obviously attempting to smirk at him, Trunks mentally laughed at him. /Even I could beat that/ he thought
"My name, ~ sir ~, is Apollo" Trunks snorted and the sides of his mouth twitched upwards slightly. Ignoring the suppressed amusement of his employer, the executive, Apollo, continued
"and the reason I came to see you is that there is a burning bird on the ground outside and I as well as all your employees know that you love all living creatures, yet we are all quite certain that you killed it" /why does this remind me of Sherlock Holmes? `elementary my dear Watson'/ Trunks mentally joked
"It's not a crime" He retorted
"It's not YOU" Apollo stood his ground
"And it's not anything to do with you" Trunks countered. Apollo's voice grew sickly sweet, to the point where it was annoying "I'm just ~ worried ~ sir, its very unlike you and I was merely inquiring after your health". Then it happened, Trunks snapped
"Get. Out." he snarled
"But sir I..."
"OUT!"
"But....."
"FOR YOUR SAKE, MY SAKE, AND KAMES SAKE LEAVE THE ROOM NOW!" Apollo left the room, now, very quickly.

Trunks REALLY had to let off some steam. Launching himself through the open window, he flew to a field where he turned himself into a Super Saiya-jin (Level 4, which he had attained whilst training with Vegeta) and actually rose up to the next level through pure anger. /Maybe today hasn't been so bad after all/ he reflected, right before he fainted from lack of energy.

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He woke up to find that he was cold and couldn't see. Raising his power level to a point where he could just about make things out in the gloom he noticed that some kind soul had given him a coat, a big, heavy anorak draped over him so he wouldn't freeze to death. It was now slightly singed and, assuming the owner wouldn't be wanting it back, he finished the job. He also noticed that he had obtained a small collection of coins from the various people trekking through the field that day, one of which was a Euro, which he stared at with interest. There was a small circle of unmown grass around him, but the rest of the field had been mown. Trunks felt like the guy in the old story his mother told him when he was just a chibi; about the man who fell asleep for a hundred years and found, on waking, that everything had changed. While Trunks didn't think he had been asleep for quite as long, he still got the unnerving sensation that everything was different. He flew off to Capsule Corp., if not just to find out the time, only to find when he got there that the computer in his office was still on, and he was still logged on to the Internet.
While the second didn't bother him in the least (he had enough money to keep the Internet running non stop for 50 years with the most expensive company around if needed) he just didn't like the sight of a computer which was on unnecessarily. Flying back through the still open window and seating himself at his desk, he moved the mouse to log off the Internet. His eyes flickered momentarily to the opposite side of the screen as he did so and he noticed the bright red sign signifying that he had e-mail.

He clicked on the link to see that he had 7 e-mails, 5 of which were from rival companies from all around the globe, which he deleted immediately. One was from MysteryMan@cc.com, an address he didn't recognise, but he figured it would be an employee, maybe that Apollo guy. The other was from Big_Male_Flirt@sailormoon.com. GOTEN!!!! Trunks' face split into a wide grin and he felt happy for the first time that day. Despite his loyalty to his friend, he opened the other e-mail first, curious as to what it was:

Dear Mr. Trunks Vegeta Briefs,
I am sure you are not only extremely busy, but extremely bored. It is for this reason that I think you should walk 4 long paces northward from the tallest tree in the forest at dawn. Bring some senzu beans

Well that was the strangest e-mail Trunks had ever got. He went on to read Goten's e-mail, It was pretty boring. Basically it was a description of his day, and detailed descriptions of every girl he saw during it. Even the fat, screechy neighbor! He wrote out a reply:

Goten, Dude, though its nice to hear from you I DO NOT want your life story. So... Today I killed a bird out of sheer frustration and attained level 5 (not because of the bird), but then I fainted in the middle of a field and people gave me money. I got the WEIRDEST e-mail EVER, oh, BTW, if I'm not here when you've got back tomorrow, don't send out a search party, I'm probably not dead, but don't ask mom where I am, u know my mom... but if I'm not back within 2 weeks u should maybe start collecting Dragonballs. Have fun man

Friendly love from Trunks

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Trunks watched the day dawning and took first one step...

*Bulma's eyes snapped open

Then another...

*Vegeta opened his eyes

A third

*Bra sat up in bed, drenched in sweat

And the fourth, final, decisive step

*Goten immediately started crying for no reason

Trunks was flying into blackness, well, not so much flying as falling upwards. He had no control over where he was going at all. He stopped panicking - whatever happened next was beyond his control and calmly he checked his pockets to make sure he had his senzu beans, and his wrist glad that he was wearing a communicator ( he had dug it out from his underwear drawer when he got home, just in case) when he thought that he would be spiraling into nowhere forever, he abruptly came to a jerky halt /I guess this is it/ he thought.

With considerable resignation, the purple haired Saiya-jin opened the pale blue orbs that were his eyes... And blanched