Dragonball Crossed Timelines

A/N: This is not a replacement DBZ story for There Is No Destiny, because it was getting totally ridiculous and I had no inspiration whatsoever for it anymore. However, this is more interesting because it has all the couples I like, and I've got a cross-over couple, but it semi-relates to my Don't Leave a Third Chance (If you're a Cardcaptor Sakura fan, read it!) fanfic, so all in due time, readers.

Ages:

Pan: 16

Bra: 17

Mirai Trunks: 18

Uub: 22

Marron: 25

Goten: 29

Trunks: 30

Mirai Bulma: 49

I'm sort of guessing that Bulma had Trunks at 30, since Chichi had Gohan at 18 (I think) and Goten 9 years later at 27, while Bulma had Trunks the year before Chichi, and she's 4 years older. You do the math. Anyway... onto the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own anybody from Dragonball, Dragonball Z, or Dragonball GT. I do own everyone else in this story, including Penusiru, who's so my man after Kazumi.

Chapter 1: Stolen Cars and Taken Spacecrafts.

Bra was a happy camper (well, she would never go to camp. Those log cabins and bunk beds are absolutely icky as well as the food. It's not good for such a slim figure as hers). School had been out for about a week now, and she had been shopping for the whole morning at the mall. Everything was on sale, strangely enough, and she had already maxed out a credit card, but she knew Mummie would take care of it for her. She had gotten great outfits and about 7 pairs of sandals and other shoes besides, and she hasn't even reached the climax yet! But she heard from Marron that sex was definitely better than shopping...and this is coming from the daughter of the android who made sure to take care of her own material needs while going around with her twin brother to destroy the world. Someday...

But Vegeta would probably kill her awesome boyfriend before she had the time to savor her first time. To preserve poor Uub's life, she'll have to wait until she were married, which wouldn't be too far off now. Uub was at Orange Star College with a double major in Computer Technology and Physical Education. Hopefully, he'll become Vice President of Capsule Corps, which is all good since the company will then run in the family. Life is working out perfectly!

Bra was startled to hear the town hall's large clock strike 3 o'clock in the far distance. Shit! She had to be at Capsule by 3:30 to fill in for her brother's secretary, who usually takes Friday afternoons off. Lazy bitch, making Bra Vegeta Briefs work! Bra's day was momentarily shattered before she caught sight of a kinky little top in a window display. 'One more shirt wouldn't hurt' she thought as she directed her pedicured feet adored with strappy, high-helled sandals into the shop.

Bra was walking happily along, behind her a love-struck teen of around 15 carrying what seemed like a mountain of shopping bags for her. She shielded her eyes with her hand and looked for her car, a very conspicuous, bright red topless vehicle. And then she saw something weird, something shocking. She saw two men dressed in the ugliest black shirts and pants she had ever seen in her car, and they had managed to start it up. Bra gave a shriek of indignation and started to run, very, very fast, almost too fast for a young woman in high heels and a tight, leather skirt. She started shouting as well.

"GET AWAY FROM MY CAR, YOU FASHION FAILURES!" She screeched, using the insult that, coming from her, was the worst thing in the world. "You're ruining my leather seats!" But the men just laughed at her and rushed away with HER car, yelling, "See ya around town, bitch!" as they speeded away. Bra started to run after them, but quickly slowed down as she was out of breath. She watched, horrified and raged that something so bad could happen to HER. She was BRA BRIEFS! Didn't they know that?

Inhaling a deep breath, she let out a scream. "SOMEBODY GET THOSE BOZOS AND GIVE ME BACK MY CAR! NO~~~~~~~WWWWWWWWW!"

Pan was swinging her legs from her seat in the back of the class, not really paying attention. Her light blue, pleated skirt was bothering her. It was hot, the Calculus room was in the only hall of Orange Star High that was NOT air conditioned, and she had to wear a cotton skirt as well as white knee socks, a white, short-sleeved blouse, and a solid orange tie. The only comfort she had was that her skirt was halfway down her thigh, at least giving her some skin to ventilate, though she wouldn't have chosen thigh to cool herself off. It wasn't her fault that the school gave out uniforms with skirts that came WAY up whenever a girl bent over. Orange Star High should have thought about that before they decided to go uniform.

Pan sighed and looked up to the front of the class to see what her teacher was droning on about. Of course she had learned this stuff before; her father IS Son Gohan. She knew this stuff frontwards and backwards, so she bent her head and kept doodling in her notebook. She had already drawn all 7 dragonballs with detailed stars as well as an elaborate Shenlong. And then, right before the class bell rang, she got a message from the police department on her wrist communicator.

"Pan, you gotta help us! We're on a high speed chase on route 99 along the mountain west of Orange Star City. The owner of the car says she'll sue the police department if they don't give it back to her! The police cars can't stop the car!" The Chief Officer was practically screaming at her. She gave a quick nod, thoughts running through her head as she replied, "I'm on it." The suing part sounded familiar...

She packed her bags and ran out of the room so fast that her teacher only felt a wave of air (cool and more refreshing than he'd been used to) pass onto him.

"I assume Miss Son has gone to do community service again?" He droned very slowly. Penusiru, the son of Sharpener and Erasa and a year older than Pan, nodded his head, rolling his eyes at the slowness of the teacher. The bell rang, and Penusiru groaned. Now that school was over, he had to tell the Varsity Track team to go compete against Seijou High without Pan. They're going to fail miserably.

Pan rested her helicopter on the top of the mountain that was supposed to be route 99. She could already see the flashing lights of the police cars chasing after a familiar red convertible. A VERY familiar red convertible.

"Is that BRA'S car?" She asked aloud, and shook her head as she flew down to stand right behind the corner of the next turn the car was about to make. She did feel Bra's ki jump a little earlier in Calculus. That had been one of the stranger moments of her boringly dull day.

She heard the roar of the car engine and the sirens of the police vehicles way before she felt the car jolting along her way. It rushed head-on into her, and she gritted her teeth as she felt her Mary-Janes burn against the concrete while she stopped the skidding vehicle with her bare hands. The guys who stole the car, typical Satan City criminals with one fat, dumb guy and one thin guy with a chipped tooth, were screaming like little girls. Not that Pan wasn't as scary when she was a little girl and screaming as she was now, but it was still rather humorous to see them that way.

The car slid to a halting stop, leaving a strong smell of burnt rubber and a trail at least 50 meters along the highway. The guys, who had their eyes squeezed shut preparing to meet their doom, opened them to see a pair of brown eyes and a mouth in a deep scowl. There in front of them stood a girl with around shoulder length hair with an orange bandana, a school uniform (with a rather short skirt), and very thin-soled shoes. They looked from her shoes all the way up to her menacing face, both giving a weak, high-pitched giggle before scrambling out of the car and tumbling the other way, only to be faced with half of the police force of Satan City, with guns, sticks, and manacles in hand. The two sweaty criminals bowed their heads and held out their hands. They knew when to surrender.

As the police took the car thieves away, the fat Chief wiped his brow with a handkerchief and patted Pan on the shoulder. They were eye-level, though the Chief had a rather large beer belly, while Pan only looked sturdy and on the wiry side.

"Thank you for your service, Miss Son," he said gratefully. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know what to do. The city these days. Ever since Mr. Hercule retired to Hawaii..." his voice drifted off before continuing, "Well, I'm glad you followed your mother's footsteps and offered us your services."

"Anytime, Chief," replied Pan, giving the Son smile. She walked over to the little red convertible, still shining with newness in the June sun. She went into the compartment and pulled out the registration. As she suspected, it belonged to no other than "Bra Briefs." She laughed. How did Bra ever get her car stolen? Didn't those idiots know who she was?

"Chief, I know who this car belongs to, so I can drive it back to the owner. Go take a coffee break or something. You deserved it." Pan said, and the Chief gave her a thankful smile.

"Thank you, Miss Son. I'll be on my way."

Pan waited until his car was out of sight before flying up to the top of the hill to capsulize her helicopter. Then she went back down and got into Bra's car. After a few wire experimentations, she hard-wired the car to start again and drove immediately to the mall. She knew Bra too well, and when she arrived at the front of the mall, there sat a distressed Bra on the sidewalk, shopping bags piled neatly all around her, tapping her foot impatiently and sullenly. The police officers had undoubtedly left the scene after she told the Chief that she'd take care of it.

Bra was in her usual red leather skirt, but instead of the red tank-top she had worn before, she had on a pretty purple one with ruffles down the front, which made her hair look more blue than its usual aqua. She also had her hair up in a ponytail. The ponytail bounced as she saw her car, and she bounced as she saw Pan.

"PAN-CHAN!" She screamed, and Pan winced as Bra jumped and hugged her even before she had the car park to an appropriate spot. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You got my car back! Did you beat those awful guys up for taking away my car? Did you give them the old one two? Did you kick their asses so hard they flew out of Japan and into Russia, or the moon? Tell me they got the death sentence for pulling of a stunt like that. They should get at least 6 years in prison for dressing like fags! I mean, there are ways you can look stylish in black, robbery clothes, duh!"

"BRA! HOLD UP!" shouted Pan, causing Bra to stop rambling and hugging her, pushing back and looking at her in alarm.

"What is it?" Bra asked.

"You know I don't like how you use the word fag. Homosexual people are not to be discriminated against because of their gender preference." Lectured Pan sternly. Bra gave her a strange look.

"You're starting to sound like your father, Pan. Even worse, my BROTHER! Come on! Now that I have my car back, I'll take you out to eat at that little place you love so much." At this, Pan's eyes glazed over as she drooled. Then she snapped out of it and shook her head.

"We have to head to my school. I need to get my stuff from my locker. I have a ton of work to do this weekend and exams to take next Monday and Tuesday. Can you drive me there? I'd rather fly, but people are scared when I do that."

"Sure, no problem. Orange Star High, right?" Bra was now very shipper and happy as she forced bags into Pan's arms before loading her own arms with the rest of the bags and throwing them in the back seat. "Hop in! I see you probably left school before classes were over. You're still in your uniform."

"Yeah, I got called like 5 minutes before last period ended. My track team is going to kill me. We were supposed to race against Seijou High... they needed me. Damn." Pan said, and Bra stuck the key in ignition, stepped on the gas pedal and drove them off to Orange Star High.

'I wonder if they'll still recognize me. After all, I've only aged two years. No one will tell the difference,' thought Mirai Trunks as he polished up the Time Machine. 'I really need the Z-fighters now. Everything has been doing so well until HE came along. I wish Mother would come along with me, but she didn't want to meet face to face with my... father.

Trunks sighed. 'I guess if I were in Mom's position, I wouldn't want to see Father either. He's just a very ill-tempered man. I don't know what she saw in him.' He sighed again and slapped the cloth against the time machine before putting his hand over the handle.

"Well, here goes, Mom. I hope your memory is as good as you say it is and that the coordination is right as well as the timeline." His mom sent him her best wishes, but she had to stop by the hospital to nurse the new people who were injured in the latest attack. It was up to him now.

"There!" Pan sighed as she slammed her locker shut. She heaved her heavy book-bag over her shoulders. She slung her jacket over one arm and turned to face Bra. "We can eat now!" she said eagerly.

"Oh Panny! All you think about is eating, school, and fighting." Bra laughed as they walked out of the school. "By the way, how many days do you have left?"

"Still a week and a half. It sucks, dudette. You're lucky that you go to a private school. I mean, Satan Academy kick you guys out more than half a month earlier than all the other high schools our area! And besides, you already took your exams and got into Orange Star College, which is what you wanted, so you're all set. Me? I still have a year of school left. I still can't get over the fact that you're going to college next year!"

"I know! Me either! It's gonna be great, Panny! I'll have more time between classes to see Uub, and be closer to him too, since he's going to graduate school at Orange Star Uni! There'll be parties and alcohol, and I'm still going to stay at home! Are you still thinking of going to Todai?"

Now, Todai stood for Tokyo University, which was the top college in Japan, and Pan desperately wanted to go there. Her chances were pretty good. She did track, she was getting top scores in school, she was in the school orchestra (she played Double Bass and was also in the Jazz band), and she did community service by helping out with the police. She gets awards for math competitions she wins as well as awards for winning writing competitions, for our Panny has a pretty big imagination. And her father was Son Gohan, known scholar throughout the education community. It helps that her grandfather's a celebrity as well.

Meanwhile, Bra helped in her mother's company, but mainly concentrated on being a teen model and fashion designing. The cameras loved her, and her image would always boost up Capsule Corp's reputation, but without letting Bra lose face. Bra was basically the Paris Hilton of the Eastern Hemisphere, except less scandalous, and smarter. Bra knew what she wanted to do; start a fashion line and hopefully have Capsule as an investor. Maybe Bra will make her fashion line a branch of Capsule... well, there's enough time to think about that. It didn't help that Daidouji Toys had a fashion branch; but Bra thought their clothes were a little too dull for the tastes of people nowadays. Tomoyo had better watch out. Sure, she was 10 years older than Bra, but 10 years ain't nothing when you're dealing with Bra Briefs.

"Yeah, I still want to go to Todai," Pan replied, and they both came out of the school and got into the car. "Do you think I can get in?"

"Panny-chan, are you crazy for doubting yourself? You're like Miss Perfect Daughter or Student. You're good at everything you do!" Bra smacked Pan on the arm as she scowled.

"I'm not good at everything! I wish people would stop saying that!" Pan whined.

"Pan, save it for someone who actually cares. You skipped 8th grade, which is like impossible, and you're like the top student in everything. Todai would be crazy NOT to want you. Stop worrying, or I'm going to force you to go shopping with me. It's summer! Enjoy it before you return to school to cram for College Entrance Exams." Bra said, and hit the gas pedal, making her tires squeal. Bra was a very dangerous driver, but she does remember the laws, and did signal to turn. Sometimes, Pan thinks she signals a little too much. Then again, Bra switches lanes every 5 seconds. Literally.

"You just bought a ton of stuff today, Bra! Surely a college girl doesn't need THAT much clothes," Pan said, starting to sound like a lecturing Videl.

"Pan, one thing you have to learn about normal girls is that we can NEVER have enough clothes. Or shoes," she said, laughing. She knew she got on Pan's nerves when she used the phrase 'normal girls." Then again, Pan was always out of the ordinary. She had hated it when Bulma always talked about how great Pan was and telling Bra to be like her, but Bra has always known that Bulma loved her more than she loved the world, which is why she is so spoiled.

Pan sometimes wished she were normal, that she wasn't part Saiya-jin and good at everything because of that. But then again, she would not choose to be in anyone else's shoes. Her life was good, other than Finals, which are coming up next week. Pan gave Bra a weak punch, and both girls laughed.

"Drive me to Cha-Chi's, Bra, before I regret giving you back your car!" Pan joked, and Bra winked saucily.

"A Briefs always repays a favor," she declared, and both girls looked off into the sunset as they drove along, the wind blowing through their hair, happy that it was the weekend.

And while Bra and Pan were happily going to Little Cha-Chi's for dinner, they spotted a bright light in the woods south of Satan City and forgot all about food.

A/N: Yeah, I know, this first chapter was something I totally did because I was bored. So, interested, not? Whatever. First of all, the puns. Yes, Penusiru is Pencil except a little deformed. Cha-chi, because my name is Chii, was a nickname that someone made up for me. If anyone can get why (within a certain range) I put Seijou High School in there, I will tell them all my pairings of this story. Also, don't expect every chapter to be this long folks. My updates are also pretty slow, but reviews help me to write faster!

Next time on DBCT: A familiar hottie we all know arrives in DBGT time and brings bad news, but does he open up the chance that Pan has dreamed for ever since she came back from the Grand Tour?