Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball V: A World Both Familiar and Foreign ❯ Lavender Hair and Skinny? Yep, He’s a Saiyan! ( Chapter 21 )

DragonBall V: A World Both Familiar and Foreign

Author's Note: Heh… Um… I'll stay away from the really sad stuff for a while in the story. The last chapter was kind of hard for me to write because I had a pretty clear view of what I wanted to happen at the end of the chapter (Goku being hurtled into the sun, Lehtus shoving Vegeta into the pod with Peasa… I just had to figure out how to whack Cabitz, get the ship blown up, and how to make it so that Goku was in a pod alone. All in all I think it worked out well. Oh also for those that care I'm also now working on a NG: Evangelion fanfic entitled "Only In Your Eyes Am I Worthy" which is a Shinji/Rei romance and will also include lemon. Check it out if you like Eva and let me know what you think about it in a review. Those things are so cool, they make me smile everytime the lil fanfiction bot pops up and says "You have a new review!" I'm like "Yay!" hehe Anyway… on with the story.

Required Disclaimer: I don't own the DB franchise, I've never worked for them, I'm not making any money off this, and I'm dead sexxy baby! Read and enjoy.

Chapter 21: Lavender Hair and Skinny? Yep, He's a Saiyan!

Peasa shifted in her sleep as she was waking up and felt her elbow hit something solid, hearing a low grunt a moment later she cracked her eyes open and saw Vegeta glaring down at her. His eyes were red and swollen and his countenance was frightfully grim. "Vegeta? What happened?"

The Saiyan prince sighed and titled his chin forward to indicate that she should look forward. "We're in an escape pod. Your uncle Lehtus saved us… but he didn't make it. I'm… sorry."

Peasa's eyes clenched closed but that didn't stop the hot tears from spilling out. "What about Cabitz?" She asked in a whisper.

Vegeta's head lowered, unwilling to meet her pleading gaze. "Gone. Kakkarot also. We're all that's left."

Guilt washed over the young Saiyan girl as she realized the only reason King Cold had found them was because of the Saiyan signal she had broadcasted. "I'm sorry." She mumbled. She tried to pull away from the prince but her head hit the metal of the pod's wall. <Sure is cramped in here.>

"It's no one's fault except that bastard Cold. He nearly finished the job that Frieza started. But he's gone now. We have no choice but to go on. Unintentional bad effects to good intentioned actions should never be held against someone." Vegeta stated.

"You're so full of it." Peasa mumbled, scowling up at the Saiyan prince.

Vegeta smirked. "Quiet. And don't shift around so much, my wrists are still broken."

Peasa frowned. "Sorry."

Vegeta just nodded. It wasn't worth arguing about it anymore. She would learn to just move on with life eventually.

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<Static………… "Bulma?" Static……>

Bulma rushed over to the comm. computer and held down the transmitter button. "Vegeta? Is that you?" <Silence> "Damn it, why did he switch frequencies?!"

Bulma fiddled with the controls, trying to locate Vegeta's new broadcast frequency but he was switching them too fast for her or the computer to lock on. He obviously didn't know what he was doing.

"Hello? Excuse me?" A gentle male voice floated in to the room.

Bulma twisted in her seat and stared in surprise at a young man with lavender hair. "Um… hello? What are you doing here, young man?" <He looks familiar. Does he work here? Or maybe one of his parents.>

Trunks wrung the bottom of his Capsule Corp. jacket nervously and bit his bottom lip. "Ms. Briefs?"

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Yes? What is it? Why are you bugging me, kid?"

Trunks paled. "Um… I'm sorry. I see that you're busy. I'll leave. Gomen." He disappeared before Bulma could say anything more. She sighed and got up, grabbing the portable comm. unit in case Vegeta settled on a frequency for longer than 2 seconds.

Bulma caught up to Trunks before he could sneak far enough away to take off into the air, startling the boy. "Hey! What is it you wanted? Just spill it, kiddo. Are you lost?"

Trunks blushed and looked down. "No Ma'am."

Bulma scowled. "None of that ma'am stuff. I'm too young and pretty for that!"

"Yes ma'am. I mean… um… Ms. Briefs." Trunks blushed even more.

Bulma sighed. <Damn he's shy. Cute though.> "What's your name, kid?"

Trunks' eyes widened in surprise. <Damn, what name could I use?> "Um… it's um… Joe. Yeah. Joe Boxers." [AN: Snicker]

"Oh. That's a strange name. Do your parents work here? Is that why you wanted to talk to me?" Bulma asked sweetly. <What's up with him? Can he take his eyes off his shoes for at least 5 seconds?>

"Uh… no. This was a mistake. I don't know why I'm here. I was looking for Mr. Son. I'll leave. Gomen." Trunks turned away.

Bulma felt like ripping her hair out. <This kid is getting on my nerves.> "Drop the Mr. stuff. We don't use those titles in this part of the world. Who raised you, wolves?"

<Um… no you did actually.> Trunks thought. "Is Son here?" He asked hopefully.

"No, Goku is um… away on business at the moment. What do you need him for? And why did you come here instead of going to his home?" Bulma asked, crossing her arms and giving the boy a raised eyebrow look.

Trunks blushed again and stared at the ground in front of his feet. <Mom sure does look different… I can't even remember her when she was this young. Not that she looks too different. Wait… she asked me a question.> "I could tell he wasn't home so I thought maybe you might know where he was. I just needed to talk to him about some… upcoming business."

Krillin walked out with a towel slung over his shoulders, fresh from an intense high gravity workout. "You're not looking to fight Goku, are you?" The bald monk asked.

Trunks looked up and a flash of anger came into his eyes for a moment as he remembered when he saw Krillin alone with a topless Bulma, and wondered what he was doing here in the first place. <Mom mentioned that she use to date that Yamcha guy, whoever he is, but she never mentioned Krillin. What is going on here?> "Fight Son? No sir." Trunks looked down at the ground again, suppressing the urge to go Super Saiyan and beat Krillin into the ground for defiling his mother. [AN: teehee]

Krillin scratched his head. <He sure is giving me an intense look. I don't know whether to be nervous or not.> "Well that's good. Look, I'm Goku's best friend. When he gets back I'll pass on whatever message you want to deliver, ok?"

Trunks was about to respond when he noticed the slight showing of Bulma's pregnancy. "What the hell!?" He thought… no they were looking at him like he was crazy. He had said it out loud.

"What are you looking at?!" Bulma demanded, offended by the way he was glaring at her pregnant stomach.

Trunks growled and looked at Krillin. "You impregnated her!? How dare you touch her?!" Trunks advanced towards Krillin, who was staring at the boy in shock.

"What? Touch who?! Are you crazy, kid!?" Krillin backed up a step, trying not to be confrontational.

"Calm down, will ya? What is your deal, huh?" Bulma frowned at the boy.

Trunks paused and turned to look at Bulma and frowned in thought. "What's the date?"

"Huh? It's the 17th of August." Bulma replied.

"The year?" Was Trunks' next question.

"The year?!" Bulma and Krillin exclaimed together.

Trunks sighed. "Humor me, ok? What year is it?"

"765" Bulma replied.

Trunks nearly fainted. <I'm a year late! Wait… then Goku should either be back on Earth or… dead from the heart virus. Which means that Freeza and King Cold have already been to Earth. Damn it, how did I set the timer wrong? Maybe the time machine isn't as exact as mom thought it was.>

"Are you ok, kiddo?" Bulma asked.

"Your baby… who's the father?" Trunks squeaked out.

"I am." A gruff voice said behind them. They all turned and gasped as they saw Vegeta striding towards them with a teenage girl following closely behind him, looking quite shy. "Now get lost, kid." Vegeta embraced Bulma and inhaled her scent deeply, letting his breath out slowly. "I missed you, Onna."

Bulma smiled up at him. "You need to learn how to use comm. controls, my prince." She paused and looked behind him. "Who is your friend? And where is Goku?"

Trunks looked up in surprise. First, because his father was standing a meter away from him, second because he had no clue who the girl was, and third because Goku and Vegeta went somewhere… together? "Nani?" Trunks said softly.

"Who is the brat?" Vegeta asked, choosing not to answer Bulma's question until he knew it was ok to speak freely. The last time he said something about being from another planet in front of a stranger, he had to sleep on the couch for a week to teach him a lesson. He would not make that mistake again.

"Joe Boxers, sir." Trunks replied respectfully.

Vegeta stared at him for a moment then turned to Bulma. "Who is the brat?"

Bulma suppressed a grin when the boy looked crestfallen. "I don't know, he seems to know me. And he's looking for Goku."

"What is your business with Kakkarot, boy?!" Vegeta snapped. Trunks blushed and stared at his feet. "Answer me, or I swear I'll pummel you into the ground until you answer!"

Trunks began to sweat. "I'd rather discuss that with Goku in person, sir." He glanced at Peasa for a moment who was looking at him strangely then looked back down at the ground and blushed a darker red.

"He's a Saiyan. I thought you said we were all that's left, Vegeta-sama?" Peasa asked.

"Huh? I only understood half of that." Bulma griped.

"She's still learning your language, woman. Cut her some slack." Vegeta advanced towards Trunks and glared down at him with his best intimidating look. "What is your real name, boy? That's not a Saiyan name. Where did you come from?"

Trunks stared up at Vegeta in shock. "How… how did you know I'm a Saiyan? I don't have a tail anymore."

"You smell like a Saiyan. Even Peasa can tell the difference and she's never been around humans before. Now answer my damn question, brat!" Vegeta roared.

"Peasa?" Trunks looked over at the girl and blushed. <She's barely older than I am… and cute. Oh Kami, she's looking at me. Ow.> Trunks grimaced when Vegeta grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him up. "Let me go, sir." Trunks warned, caught between the conflicting emotions of respect for father and anger at being grabbed.

"Answer my question. What is your business with Kakkarot!?" Vegeta growled out, giving Trunks a shake.

"That is between him and me, sir. I can't tell you." Trunks replied.

"Well you can't tell him your business because he isn't here. Tell me then get out of here, I have to talk to my woman and you're distracting me. I don't like being distracted." Vegeta glared at Trunks, daring him to disobey his orders again.

"Please let me go, sir." Trunks repeated. Vegeta tightened his grip.

"Vegeta, let the kid go. He's not gunna talk when he's practically pissing his pants." Krillin spoke up, getting worried that Vegeta was about to kill an innocent boy.

"Not until he tells me his business with Kakkarot." The Saiyan prince said grimly.

Trunks was pissed now. His ki shot upwards at an alarming rate then his energy burst into a golden aura around him. He knocked Vegeta's hands off of his shirt and landed with a thud. "I told you. I can only tell Goku my business. Don't touch me again, bakayaru!"

Vegeta smirked. "You don't intimidate me boy."

"What… what happened to him?" Peasa asked in a soft voice, speaking in Saiyan. She only knew one of those words in the Earth tongue anyway.

"He's turned into a Super Saiyan. I must say, I am surprised. But, he is still weaker than me." Vegeta answered her. Vegeta turned Super Saiyan as well, surprising the boy.

<I thought he wasn't able to turn Super Saiyan when the androids killed him? I don't understand any of this, damn it!> Trunks and Vegeta glared at each other for a few moments but Trunks was the first to back down, dropping his power level to his average, lavender hair falling back into place. "I have some questions to ask first. What happened to Goku, please?"

Vegeta frowned and looked back at Krillin and Bulma. "I don't want to say yet. Come inside, I might as well tell you all at once."

Krillin and Bulma immediately knew something was wrong but they followed Vegeta inside anyway. Peasa gave Trunks a shy smile and hurried after Vegeta, leaving Trunks standing there confused and alone outside. "I'm getting the feeling that I didn't just go back in time." Trunks muttered before following them inside.

Vegeta sighed as everyone gathered around him and sat down. "First, this is Peasa. She's the only surviving Saiyan we found on that planet Kakkarot and I went to. We were captured by Frieza's father on the way from her planet to Earth. He had apparently picked up her signal as well, so he must have had some Saiyan equipment lying around. During our escape, the two Saiyans that were with Peasa on her planet were killed. Kakkarot was hit by an explosion and thrown into an escape pod that launched and Peasa and I were able to make it to another pod. The ship blew up and the shockwave… knocked Kakkarot into a star. I'm sorry, Bulma… Krillin. Kakkarot is dead."

Bulma burst into tears while Krillin just stared at Vegeta in shock. He kept hoping that Vegeta would say it was a joke and Goku would come walking out and laugh at them. But, the saddened and grim expression on Vegeta's face and not being able to pick up Goku's distinctive ki confirmed that it was no joke. Goku was gone. Krillin's head lowered then and tears squeezed out.

Bulma paused in her sobbing then looked up. "What about the Namek dragonballs? We can go and wish Goku back! And maybe those Saiyans that died on the ship as well!"

"Would not burning in a star count as a death by natural causes? It wasn't like he was murdered." Vegeta asked softly. "And besides, if he was wished back it would be straight back into the star where he would die immediately again."

Bulma frowned. "We could wish him to the Namek's check in station first then wish him back. It's worth a try. I don't know if it would count as natural causes or not. We have to try. I suppose your ship was blown up as well?"

Vegeta nodded. "It was on Cold's ship when it blew. I came all this way in that cramped escape pod. When we get done talking I have to pee. Badly." Vegeta turned to Peasa and asked in Saiyan, "You have to use the toilet, little one? It's through that door."

Without a reply Peasa tore towards the door and shut herself inside. Moments later a very unladylike groan issued forth from the room. Trunks was beet red as he stared at the ground and the others were suppressing a laugh. "It's ok, I can build another ship. I don't suppose you can sense the Nameks from here, hon?" Bulma asked.

Vegeta nodded. "Of course. Give me a minute. They should be right… wait." He frowned in concentration then began to sweat. "I don't sense any Nameks in the entire galaxy except for Piccolo and Kami. I think… Cold must have…"

They all looked crestfallen and not even the comical sounds of a Saiyan relieving herself for the first time in a month cheered them up. "If Goku is gone, then my mission has failed." Trunks said in a soft shy voice.

"Which was what, brat?" Vegeta asked.

Trunks sighed. "I suppose it won't matter if I tell you, now. I'm from the future. In my time, all of you are dead except for Bulma. You were killed by androids created by the mad Dr. Gero. I was sent back here by the Bulma of my time to warn Goku and to give him some medication, because he died of a heart virus in my timeline. I get the feeling that I went to an entirely different timeline though, because there were no other Saiyans that we ever met and you weren't able to turn into a Super Saiyan before you died." Trunks glanced at Bulma and unconsciously towards her stomach.

"Why would I send you, unless you're…" Bulma trailed off then her eyes widened. "That's why you look so familiar! You're… my son, aren't you?"

Vegeta's mouth dropped open in shock. "A son?! My son?!"

<Damn it!> Trunks thought. "Um… no I'm um…. Joe Boxers. I just am a family friend."

"Don't lie to my woman, brat. I can see us in you. And you're a Saiyan, what more proof do we need?!" Vegeta growled.

Bulma grimaced. "I didn't really name you Joe Boxers, did I? If I had a son I was going to name you Trunks."

Trunks sighed. "Trunks is my name. Since you're already pregnant and with Vegeta, I suppose it doesn't threaten whether I'll be born or not with you knowing. I don't think I can return to my time anymore, either."

"Why not?" Vegeta asked, scratching his head.

"He crossed dimensions and time, hon. If he went into the future now, it would be the future of this dimension." Bulma explained.

Vegeta stared at her blankly. "But, if his being here changed the timeline shouldn't he still be anchored to his own time?" While he was extremely intelligent, he was not an expert at temporal mechanics nor multi-dimensional phase theory. But he could reason a few things, regardless.

"Normally. But like I said, he crossed dimensions. This timeline was different from the start. It wasn't just the matter of his presence. He would have to find his own dimension first then move forward in time. It shouldn't have been possible for him to cross dimensions AND time. Something must have gone wrong." Bulma paused thoughtfully. "May I see your time machine?"

Trunks nodded. "Yes ma'am."

"Mom." Bulma corrected him with a grin.

They followed Trunks outside, they meaning everyone but Peasa who was still using the toilet. Trunks pulled out the capsule that contained his time machine and threw it. Bulma took a look at it and frowned. "The phase shift controls are shot. Were you struck by an energy attack as you were leaving your time?"

Trunks thought about that. He suddenly got a memory of Android #17 blasting at him just as his time machine activated. "Oh my… yes. One of the androids attacked just as I activated the machine. Was that what caused it?"

Bulma nodded. "It threw the phase controller into flux. Sorry kid, but you're stuck in our dimension now. The whole system is fried so I can't even begin to figure out the coordinates of your home dimension. Perhaps I'll be able to fix it but between that and figuring out how to find your home coordinates, you'll likely be stuck here for years. The only other alternative would be to randomly move across dimensions but without knowing your home coordinates you probably wouldn't even know your home one even if you found it, which is about a 1/infinity chance."

Trunks sighed and fell to his knees, lowering his head as he realized he'd never see his mother again and she would die alone in a world that was as close to hell as it could get. "Mother… I am so sorry." Tears fell from his eyes and everyone grew quiet.

It was Vegeta who spoke finally. "The androids from your dimension… would they attack in ours as well?"

Trunks shrugged. He didn't know. Bulma frowned. "It's possible. Though maybe not the exact same way. I guess it won't hurt to prepare for them just in case. Is there any way to detect them?" Trunks shook his head.

"They don't have ki?" Vegeta asked.

"No sir." Trunks replied.

"Sonna?! [No way!?]" Krillin exclaimed.

Vegeta scowled at Krillin. "You shouldn't be surprised, baldie. The robot that cleans our floors doesn't have ki either. These androids are just buckets of bolts. I'll make scrap metal out of them!"

"A description would be nice." Bulma stated, distracting both men before they started arguing with each other.

"Um… there is a male and a female, both young looking. Cold, heartless, evil. The male has black hair, blue eyes, and wears a scarf with the letters RR on it. The girl is blonde, also blue eyes, very pretty." Trunks blushed at that last statement, especially since Peasa had finally walked out after finishing a month's worth of relief.

"What's he going on about?" Peasa asked.

"He's got the hots for the female android." Vegeta said in Saiyan.

Trunks blushed. He had learned just enough Saiyan to understand the jist of what Vegeta had told her. "It's not what you think. I can appreciate the beauty of the sun too but I know that staring at it will blind me. I think a fire is beautiful too, but I know it will kill me if I walk into it." Trunks explained, though he left out the part about having naughty fantasies about the blonde android. He was a young teen and there were barely any girls his age left in his own time, after all.

Vegeta sighed. "Since we can't wish Kakkarot back, I suggest we all get to training. Trunks, Peasa, do whatever you want. Baldie? You up for it?"

Krillin nodded. "You bet. Um… I just got done training in there for 6 hours though. I'll start tomorrow."

Vegeta grabbed him and dragged him towards the gravity room. "That's the spirit! Let's go spar. 350Gs sound good to you?"

Krillin's eyes tripled in size. "Nani?! I've only trained up to 150!"

"Great to hear. 350 it is." Vegeta chuckled, still dragging the monk behind him.

Peasa scowled at the retreating Vegeta then turned towards Trunks and Bulma who were looking at her curiously. "I don't suppose you speak Saiyan?" Peasa asked Trunks.

Trunks shook his head. "I pee blue tree. Want sky sex?" Trunks replied in what he thought was an intelligible Saiyan sentence.

Peasa blushed and ran towards the gravity room. Anything was better than Trunks' mangling of the Saiyan tongue. She could learn the Earth language later. It wasn't like it would take her long, after all.

"Was it something I said?" Trunks asked aloud, earning a giggle from Bulma.

"Let's just say I speak better Saiyan than you, son." Bulma grinned at him and walked into the house. She had to call Chi-Chi and let her know what had happened to Goku… though she probably already knew.

Trunks scratched his head and chased after her. "What did I say to her? Mom!?"

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This chapter was a bit more… light-hearted than the last one. I figured you all needed a break from the tears. Heh Oh, and what happened to the Nameks won't be revealed until muuuuch later, if at all. But, all I will say is they're not dead. But then, who knows, Goku might not be either. Teehee Next chapter: Training and depression. Good stuff!