Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Anything's Possible ❯ Welcome to the Future! BTW There's More Plans ( Chapter 15 )

Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ aside from a shit load of merchandise, including but not limited to - tapes, mangas, doujinshis, posters, action figures, sound tracks, basically whatever any other obsessed fan can scourge their money together for. So leave me alone!

Author's Notes: Hello all! Once again, I apologize for taking so long to update. There's really no reason. I just stopped caring for a while. Finally I said, screw it, there's no reason I should take this long! Writing's not that hard, so here you go! *raises right hand* I, now here by pledge to write one chapter every week!

As for this new 'No NC-17' policy of FFN, I say fuck them. There will continue to be lemons in this story. I haven't decided yet on whether I'll provide a link to my site or just go ahead and post them anyway, with a nice big fat warning for all the little kiddies, who aren't supposed to be reading over anything rated-R anyway! Sorry but I'm seriously pissed about this! In fact, if you also don't agree with this new policy, please go sign this:

http://www.petitiononline.com/KEEPNC17/petition.html

Ther e are already almost 22,000 signatures and the number grows by the minute! So go sign it! Thanks!

By the way, whoever left this review both on FFN and MM:

Title: LOL
Comment/Review:
Hey,i red anythings possible,and the part of lightning transfering people to other dimensions.LOL.That means your piece of fuck horse,D-tee or whatever the hell his worthless name is,got transfered into DBZ!!LOL!I find that funny.Now go write that fic.No one cares about your life,your stupid horse,or this worthless poem.All we care about is that fic so go do something and write it!!!LOL.Bai.
P.S.I'm Shinigami,and I'll see your horse in hell,which I'll be sure to torture.LOL

Here's my answer, incase you didn't get my reply review on MM - Warning DO NOT read if you are sesitive to foul language!:

Title: DBZ chick is PISSED!!!! Warning DO NOT read if you are sesitive to foul language!
Comment/Review:
FUCK YOU, YOU MOTHER FUCKING, COLD HEARTED MALICIOUS, COWARDLY SON OF A BITCH!!! I'll update when I fucking feel like it (or more to the point when I have time!)! I can't believe you actually left the same cruel, fucking review over here on Media Miner! It was bad enough that you left it on my dedication poem on FFN! You better hope that I never find out who you are, you coward! And don't worry, I'll see you in Hell first!

If this doesn't apply to you, I apologize for all of the bad language, but whoever wrote that pissed me off far more than FFN ever has. And if you are offended by that kind of language, don't read rated-R stories! Thank you! By the way, thank you very much to everyone else who has ever reviewed my work! They are what keeps authors, including me, continuing their stories! So thank you!

Chapter 15

The dark halls of the barely serviceable ruins of Capsule Corp. were quiet as Jen and Trunks slowly made their way down them. "Kassan, I'm home!" the son of Vegeta eagerly called through the empty corridors. He paused for a few seconds, but only silence greeted the retuning adolescent warrior and his equally young mate. The couple exchanged worried glances, then once more set off towards Bulma's lab. "Kassan?" Trunks tried again, only louder, repressing the horrible scenerios his too well experienced mind kept concocting.

"Trunks?" came the reply this time. Bulma's head suddenly popped out through the lab's door way. "Trunks, you're home! Wow! Look at you! What happened? You look older, not mention stronger! You look great. When did you get back? Just now? And who is this young lady?" the seemingly ageless woman exclaimed, coming to meet them on crutches and only pausing her barrage of questions, when she noticed her son's companion.

"What happened to your leg, Kassan?!" the demi-saiyan demanded, glaring at the large, white cast encasing his mother's left leg from below the knee and down.

Bulma scowled at her only child. "Now what kind of manners are those? I know I taught you better. Now introduce me to your friend here," she reprimanded, giving the younger female a playful smirk to show she was only teasing her all-too-serious son. Jen couldn't help, but grin back. She always had liked Bulma.

Of course, non of this escaped Trunks' eye, but the half-saiyan could only huff at his mother's carefree behavior. He was secretly pleased however to see her in such good spirits. She rarely allowed herself to be in such a state. He just wished that she didn't do it when he started worrying too much.

"Kassan, this is Jen. Jen, this is my mother," Trunks hastily introduced the two most important women in his life to each other. Then a little more hesitantly he added. "Jen is my mate, Kassan."

Bulma stopped, looking at the teenage girl standing next to her son with new eyes. It's amazing how your view of someone can change for better or worse with only a little information. It even appeared that they were standing closer to one another that before, though neither had moved. And now that she was actually studying her, Bulma couldn't help but automatically notice some very familiar attributes. Her sharp mind working over time, the blue-haired genius leaned her weight onto her left crutch and extend her right hand toward the spiked haired girl. "Pleasure to meet you, Jen. I've never seen a female Saiyan before."

Both Trunks and Jen froze, their eyes widening. Then Jen smirked and squeazed Bulma's hand gently, but strong enough for her to detect the far greater force being held back. "Yeah, I guess I'm pretty rare." She allowed her tail to uncoil from under her jacket, where she had kept it incase the Androids attacked. Trunks did the same, leaving Bulma staring at it wide eyed in shock.

"Trunks! How did your tail grow back? And where did you come from Jen?" his mother demanded, watching as both teenagers tail twitched lightly behind their legs, the tips occasionally flicking out to brush the other, in what Bulma took to be an unconscious sign of affection.

A hot blush covered the young prince and princess' faces and they glanced each other shyly. Finally, Trunks coughed lightly and answered, "Um, lets just say I released a lot of stress. (A/N: Naughty, naughty! ^_^) As for where Jen came from, well, that's a long story…."

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That night…

Trunks stared up at the sky deep in thought from his perch next a large hole in Capsule Corps curved roof. 'I should have been there for her. She shouldn't have been out there in the first place, but still I should have been here for her,' He squeezed his eyes shut. 'Those damn Androids…' he thought angrily.

Just then Jen poked her head up through the hole. She folded her arms on the ragged edge and rested her head to one side on them, gently smiling up at her worried mate. "So this is where you disappeared to. What are you doing out here?"

Trunks lowered his head and returned her smile, but she could tell it was strained. "Just thinking. Mentally preparing for the upcoming battle. Did Kassan go to bed?"

Jen nodded and levitated the rest of the way out of the hole, taking a seat next to her mate. "Yeah. I told her to get some rest. She was working in the lab all day with that bad leg."

The lavender haired demi-saiyan scowled and looked out across the dark landscape, the only light from the stars above and a few dim lights from the couple of the city's inhabitants who dared to risk the Androids' aim. "She's so stubborn, but that's what's kept us alive and how the time machine was built. There were so many times when I- when anybody would just give up, but she wouldn't. She kept pressing until she accomplished what she set out to do." Suddenly he smirked, his azure eyes brightening. "That's probably how I was born too. She wouldn't give up on my father."

Jen smiled at him and took his hand in hers. "Trunks, I've been thinking. And I know this is a long shot and probably sounds absurd, but well… what if we can find a way to wish back you father, and maybe even Goku and Gohan too?"

Trunks turned and stared at his mate in disbelief. "What? How do you plan to do that? Piccolo and Kami are dead, the dragonballs are gone. And even if they were still active, no one can be revived after they've been dead for more than a year. It's already been almost 18 years now!"

Jen smirked. "I know all that. What I was thinking is that we get new dragonballs."

Trunks made a silly, blank face at her (think Mr. Satan). "Huh?"

Jen giggled at his expression. "New Namek. When the Namekians left, they settled on a new planet. All we have to do is find New Namek and persuade one of the Namekians to come to Earth and become its guardian. The Guardian can make new more powerful dragonballs, that can hopefully revive everyone whose been killed by those damn Androids. And if they can't, then at least the Earth will have a guardian again and will have dragonballs to repair all the environmental damage from the Androids. How does that sound?"

Trunks gave her another disbelieving look. "Where do you come up with these plans?"

The Saiyan princess from the real world chuckled and put her hand behind her head. "I told you I was obsessed with you guys back when I thought I was just a normal teenager. I always kinda thought that idea would work. So do you think it will?" she asked, looking at her mate expectantly.

He looked thoughtful for a second, then nodded his agreement. "As you said, it's a long shot and kind of absurd, but yeah I think it'll work. So how are we going to find New Namek?"

Jen's face fell. "I never thought about that." Trunks fell over anime style (A/N: I love it when they do that! ^_^) The two sat in silence for a while as they tried to sort out a plan. Finally they turned to each other, both looking desperately lost.

"Can you think of anything?" Trunks asked.

Jen shook her head; long, spiked bangs swishing slightly across her cobalt blue eyes. "No, I'm afraid not."

'Perhaps I can help you then?' a strange, yet somehow familiar voice suddenly interrupted. The couple instantly leaped to their feet, taking a fighting stance, guarding each other's back. When they saw no one, Jen called out. "Whose out there? Show yourself!"

'Whoa! Whoa! You two, calm down! First of all, if you will care to notice, I'm talking to you telepathically. I'm not even in the same dimension."

"Not in the same dimension… King Kai, is that you?" the female Saiyan asked.

'Ta da! The one and only.'

Trunks glanced over his shoulder at his now relaxed mate. "Who?" (King Kai falls over anime style.)

"King Kai. He's the ruler of this side of the universe. He trained Goku when he was first killed by Raditz."

'Well, its nice to see at least one of you knows me. Thank you, Jen.'

"You said you can help us, King Kai?" Jen asked, hopefully. "You know where New Namek is?"

'Yes, I do. I have the coordinates right here.'

Jen grinned and hugged Trunks, giving him a brief, but bruising kiss, which the demi-saiyan happily returned. "We're going to New Namek, Trunks! We're going to wish everyone back," she exclaimed as they pulled apart.

The smile on Trunks' face was the brightest the teenage girl had ever seen. "Yes, we are. I love you, Jen-chan," he told her, leaning down and giving her a much more slow and passionate kiss, then the one they'd shared a moment before.

'Achem… Excuse me, but the coordinates? Hello? Are you two listening? Hello? Hello?! HELLO?!' King Kai yelled, failing to gain the couple's attention.

To Be Continued….

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