Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dreaming of the Past ❯ Juunanagou's Story ( Chapter 2 )

Dreaming of the Past

2: Juunanagou's Story

Bra woke the next morning to the sound of whistling from the kitchen. She was shocked to find that Juunanagou was the source. He didn't strike her as the whistling type, yet there he was, whistling while cooking something.

"Good morning," she greeted.

"Oh, you're awake." Juunanagou looked up from whatever he was cooking. A small, sad smile once again graced his face. It's almost like our Bra-chan is back. He was not paying attention to his cooking, and it started to burn. "Shit! Argh! Kusottare!"

Bra had to stop herself from laughing as Juunanagou removed the pot from the stove and stirred it rapidly. He then placed a spoonful in his mouth.

"Bra, you're a Saiya-jin." He held out a spoonful to her. "Does this taste burnt to you?"

Bra tasted the stew-like food. "No. Not really."

"Good. Hopefully Gohan won't notice then." He saw the confused look on her face. "I always put shit on everyone else for their cooking, so I have to make sure that mine is really good. Krillin and Tien don't have a strong enough sense of taste, and Goten eats too fast for them to notice, but Gohan will generally pick out something wrong with whatever I cook."

Bra smiled. It was good to see that there was still a sense of normality within this group of survivors. They still made fun of each other, and competed over stupid things. It reminded Bra of a time when Yamcha had bet Vegeta that he could get more phone numbers from girls in the park. Vegeta was not about to refuse a challenge, so the two men had spent an hour chatting up girls and getting phone numbers. Vegeta ended up with five, and Yamcha, six. However, Vegeta was the overall winner, since, although he had to sleep on the couch for a week - after Bulma found out - Yamcha spent the same week in hospital for challenging Vegeta in the first place.

"What's the time?" Bra yawned.

"The time is 0800 hours." Android 16's voice resonated through the room.

"Thanks, 16, but I could've told her that myself," sighed Juunanagou. "He always does that."

"I'm sure he does," giggled Bra. She was feeling better this morning. "Eight o'clock. Man, that's early."

"Hardly. I've been up since five. So has Gohan, Tien and Krillin, and Goten's usually up by four."

Bra was shocked. The Goten she knew was lucky to be awake before ten. "Where are they?"

"Goten's training, Tien and Krillin are picking up supplies, and Gohan's working on a machine to get you back home."

Bra's eyes lit up. "Really? That's great."

"Yeah. It might take a while, though. So…..you want some breakfast?"

Bra nodded, and Juunanagou served her a bowl of porridge. It didn't taste quite as bad as it looked, but it was enough to fill her up.

"Umm…Juunana, can I ask you a question?" Bra stammered.

Juunanagou rolled his eyes. "Oh sure. Go to the jinzouningen. He won't mind answering the painful questions."

"I'm sorry. It's just…."

"Don't worry 'bout it, kid. Sorry I snapped like that. I'm usually fairly cranky until 3pm. Go ahead."

"Oh, okay. Umm, you said that the Tusken Raider people singled out Piccolo and my otousan as the two strongest warriors. Well, I thought about that, and…..what about Goku-ojiisan?"

Juunanagou laughed out of shock. "Are you kidding? Goku died before all this started."

"Really? How?"

"A relapse of that heart virus he had." Juunanagou looked Bra straight in the eye. "You mean to say that Goku is still alive in your world?"

Bra nodded. "Yes. He often comes to our place to train with Daddy."

"We probably would've won if Goku had still been with us." Juunanagou looked at the ceiling.

"Juunana, if it's not too hard for you, could you tell me what happened?"

"Of course," Juunanagou answered. He let out a breath. "Where to begin?

"It was a couple of years since Goku's death. Let's see, he died when you and Pan were about five, and this war started when you were seven, so two years later. I had finally accepted these guys as allies. Not friends at that stage. Anyway, I was sparring with Trunks and Goten, when we all felt a huge surge of ki. Then Gohan noticed that Piccolo's ki was decreasing at a way too rapid rate. So we all raced to Kami's Lookout, only to find it completely destroyed. And not only that, but Korin's Tower was wasted as well. We eventually found Piccolo, Dende, Mr. Popo, Korin and Yajirobe within the rubble. None of them survived."

"I see," mumbled Bra. "No Dragon balls, or Senzu beans."

"You got it. And we had no idea what we were up against. They could hide their kis just as well as us. They layed low for a little while, before grabbing Bulma - I think she was out shopping. When Vegeta came to rescue her, they slaughtered both of them. Trunks saw it all. The anger in him from then on made him reckless. The only reason he survived so long was you, well, this world's Bra.

"After they killed Vegeta and Piccolo, the Tusken Raiders figured they had a fairly big advantage over us. Number-wise, they did. But, fortunately for us, most of them were very weak. Even Marron took a heap of them out." Juunanagou closed his eyes to remember his niece. "The battles were bloody and horrific. Our weaker ones were killed - Yamcha and Chao-zu. Plus, they hunted down Videl, ChiChi, Ox-King and Kame-sennin. Both Gohan and Goten flipped after that. The two of them must've wiped out most of the Tusken Raiders. We thought we'd won. We were wrong.

"Seems they were saving their strength. We'd only been fighting the low-classes. It was only after Gohan and Goten's little moment that we truly discovered what we were facing.

"The only two we know the names of are the leaders, Sakata and Thiacin. Underneath them were six Elite and about ten reasonably strong fighters. Well, that's what they were down to. Now, we've managed to reduce them to five elite, plus Sakata and Thiacin. But the losses we endured for that are phenomenal."

"My brother," whispered Bra. "How…when did he die?"

"You were twelve. He'd been training you for four years. But before him, we lost Juuhachi, and Krillin and Tien sustained their injuries." Though he tried to hide them, Bra saw the tears in Juunanagou's eyes. She placed her hand over his. He continued, fuelled by her support. "The fighting died down for a little while after that. We began work on this complex, since Capsule Corp. was such an easy target.

"Then, the real trouble started. Sakata and Thiacin began fighting. Before, they'd left it two the others. Sakata took quite a liking to Uub. But then she found out that Uub and Marron were lovers. She blasted Marron out of jealousy. Uub tried to shield Marron, but the blast was too strong and they were both killed.

"Trunks made the mistake of calling Sakata a dirty slut after she killed Uub and Marron. Thiacin heard, and he broke Trunks' neck. We'd actually been keeping Pan and Bra away from the battles, but they escaped for this one, and they saw the whole thing. Bra-chan cried for a week, then she never cried again.

"The battles quieted down again. We moved in here, and they blew up Capsule Corp. Bra locked herself in the Training Room. Her power was amazing. I think that was part of the reason Goten fell in love with her."

Bra's eyes opened up, very wide. Goten was in love with me in this world!?!

Juunanagou gave a little laugh. "I find it odd that it the middle of a war, love can still exist. But, I guess, I can hardly throw the first stone."

"Oh, Dende. Pan!" exclaimed Bra. "You….You're in love with her?"

"Why are you so shocked? My sister found love, so why not me. And age isn't a problem, because I don't exactly age, now, do I?

"Anyway, back to the point. Bra and Goten became lovers. That's why he's acting the way he does around you. It's a real shock to him. He was so sure he'd lost her.

"Trunks obviously passed his recklessness onto his little sister. She went out one night by herself. We realised she was missing and went to look for her. We followed the kis, and located the battle. Bra was taking on the entire Tusken Raider force. She wiped out all of the lowest soldiers, leaving only the six Elite, Sakata and Thiacin. She wasn't even a Super Saiya-jin.

"I can still remember what Thiacin said when he caught her. He grabbed her breast and said, 'I shall savour your death the most. The beautiful Saiya-jin Princess is my greatest prize.' Then he killed her. A blast through the stomach.

"It took all of us to hold Goten down. That's why we didn't notice Pan was gone until it was too late. Sakata simply backhanded her, and she's been in that coma ever since. We let Goten attack then, only because we couldn't hold him down any longer. He managed to destroy one of the Elite, before the rest of them took off. They don't seem to like killing too many of us in one go. They like to extend our suffering.

"Well, it's been two years since that happened. Gohan's pretty much lost the will to fight. Plus he was injured in a little battle we had a while ago. And although they try, Krillin and Tien aren't in much of a state to fight. So, that leaves Goten and I against seven Tusken Raiders. Not too good odds."

"You can do it!" Bra stood up. "I know you can. And…and…I'll help! While Gohan's working on the machine, you guys can train me, and I'll help you!"

Goten walked in to hear the end of Bra's speech. He frowned. "No. I will not lose you again. And I won't let you sacrifice yourself for us. You have people that care for and love you. I will not put them through the pain we endured." With that, he left.

"Goten-san….?" Bra whimpered.

"He…he's always like that after he's been training," Juunanagou lamely tried to explain. "Let him settle down a little bit."

* * * * * *

In an apparently abandoned building in the far outskirts of Satan City, a woman sat filing her nails. She had long navy hair, tied in a high pony-tail. She wore a short, yellow, off-the-shoulder dress and boot-like shoes. Her name: Sakata.

"Thiacin, I'm so bored!" Sakata's voice had an almost British accent. "We haven't had a good fight in years."

"Sakata, my dear, you are impatient." Thiacin looked up from the meal he was eating. He had lighter blue hair, which he kept tied back in a small braid. He wore green fighting gi. Around the table with him sat five figures. They all wore violet fighting gi, and their faces were covered. They never spoke, unless ordered to by their master or mistress. They were the Tusken Raider Elite.

"Why can't we just kill them all?" groaned Sakata.

"Because it's more fun this way!" Thiacin sharply replied.

"But we've been here for, what? Fifteen years?"

"All in good time."

"Oh!"

Thiacin sighed in annoyance. "Alright. How about we attack them today? But you're only allowed one death."

"Thiacin, you are wonderful!"

The seven of them stood, and flew towards the heart of Satan City.

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