Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hunted Saiyans ❯ Chapter 3: Need To Destroy ( Chapter 3 )

 

 

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the characters in Dragonball Z. Dragonball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama. It is owed/licensed by Toei, Bird Studios, Shonen Jump, Funimation, and Viz. I do however own Tilo and the story idea so don't you steal!

 

 

 

Chapter 3

Need to Destroy

 

 

“Apocalypse?” Gohan repeated, “You mean… the end of the world?”

 

“DUH! That's what Apocalypse means doesn't it?”

 

Goten and Gohan looked at each other. Still the same attitude across time-zones, they thought passively.

 

“Anyway,” chibi Trunks continued, “I have to ask, where's my dad?”

 

“Trunks. First the mission, then family,” chibi Goten said, his back getting tired from his pose.

 

“That's easy for you to say dummie! You've just seen your dad!”

 

“And you've just seen your mommy!”

 

“Well I want to see my dad!”

 

“And I want to see my mom!”

 

“Boys!” Bulma called, “You'll get to see them. Believe me, Vegeta isn't doing anything unusual.” She looked at her watch, “Yup, he's still training.”

 

Trunks looked at Bulma. “You mean, he's training, in that Gravity Room?”

 

“Yes…”

 

“Heh, good thing we came back in time huh Goten? That Gravity Room must be one of the reasons-”

 

“Hold on.” It was Gohan this time. He held his hands up and popped his glasses back on. Half of his suit was on the floor and his briefcase was sitting quietly next to Dende and Mr Popo. He had been thinking about the events very carefully and finally he had confirmed his suspicions.

 

“You guys came from the future? Aren't you supposed to have travelled here from the past? I mean, Goten and Trunks have already grown up and everything, it only makes sense that you've come from the past to the present.”

 

Chibi Goten and Chibi Trunks looked at one another. Both suddenly grinned. “You're smart Gohan. Yup. Smart, smart, smart!” Trunks said and Goten followed, “Smart, smart smart!”

 

Goku scratched his head, trying to figure out what was happening. Gohan was right; they could only have come from the past.

 

“But: we're from the future,” chibi Goten declared, one eye closed and smiling cleverly. “Really, it's not that confusing.”

 

Chibi Trunks walked to the pod and clicked on a button. The pod chimed a quick note of approval and opened a cabinet.

 

“Just so you know, you're gonna need this. If I'm correct, this one is impossible to find, if not extinct.”

 

In his little hand, Chibi Trunks held the four star dragonball.

 

Bulma stared. What was he talking about? Extinct? The Dragonball wasn't extinct. Every so often she'd check on her dragon radar and all seven dragonballs would blink, alive and well. She admitted that she hadn't checked recently, but still…

 

“I guess we have to explain now Trunks,” Goten crossed his arms and pouted his lips. “Dad looks confused.”

 

Goku wasn't the only one lost. Everyone seemed just about ready to wake up from this crazy dream…

 

“Okay, but you have to promise to pay attention. We only have time to explain this once, so listen up!” Trunks sat on the floor and everyone followed suit, “Whatever I say has happened, and is going to happen again if we don't find a way to save this world and ours. First, it will begin with the appearance of a man,”

 

“Boy,” Chibi Goten interrupted,

 

Chibi Trunks rolled his eyes. “Man Goten, how many times do we have to argue about this? That guy's 18, so he's an adult!”

 

“Yeah well, in my book he's still a boy.”

 

Chibi Trunks growled but then quickly calmed himself.

 

“Fine. It will all start with a boy named Scar.”

 

“Scar?” Goten repeated.

 

“Yeah, Scar.” Chibi Trunks looked up and folded his arms. He warned the gang to brace themselves. His expression was blank. Slowly, he said, “I will first tell you the bad news, unless of coarse we can prevent it. Then, I will explain why we're from the future and what has happened there. Scar…”

 

Everyone looked intently at the small boy,

 

“He will begin with killing one of us.”

 

****

 

Vegeta was at his millionth push up when he felt a chill down his spine. Suddenly his vision had gone red, like he was staring at the world through red filter paper. He tried to move but his hands and feet were firmly glue to the ground like cement. His neck suddenly began to ache under the strain of the gravity room.

 

“Wha… what is this…?!” Vegeta said with effort.

 

He lifted his head up when he felt another whisper-like presence in the room. He cringed and suddenly felt something he hadn't in a long time: fear.

 

“Vegeta…”

 

“Who's there?!”

 

The owner's voice was threatening and nerve-racking to say the least. It had the most inhuman tone, most shredding pitch, a voice that sounded like a thousand souls in one as it echoed and howled. Vegeta thought he might be dreaming. He'd been to hell before. This wasn't from it. What was happening? Then its pitch slowed down. It was as though someone had pressed the play speed to Slow. Quickly the voice sped up again, every incomprehensible whisper hissed like a snake.

 

Sssss… Ssss… ssss…

 

Then, finally, after all the mixing and brewing and stirring, the voice calmed… calmed… calmed… and then completely stopped.

 

Vegeta looked around. He tried to move but he was still stuck. His world was still blood red. Vegeta began to panic.

 

“No, I can't die! I can't die! Not again! NOT AGAIN! BULMA!”

 

“Uhaaaa ha ha ha…” the voice returned, but this time it sounded more human-like. Vegeta felt his heart frieze for a second, then it warmed. He suddenly felt the strength return to him… Yes, the voice before must have just been his imagination. Someone was playing with him, screwing up his thoughts. He must have been in too much of a panic to realise the telepathy was not from the supernatural but from a mere, useless mortal. He knew of something that could do that… But it was impossible… impossible… He tried to retrieve the memory because he knew he must have heard it before. But it was so long ago it was like he was searching for a mite in the dark. Every time he thought he caught it the creature hopped away. Sound and rational thinking was impossible in this circumstance.

 

“Prince of all Saiyans……. We will kill……” it began, the voice in Vegeta's head suddenly sending needles in his neck, shredding him in his core. He tried to move. The weight of the gravity room felt like it was slowly increasing.

 

“We will kill…….”

 

“Dammit!” Vegeta cursed under his breath.

 

“…your family!”

 

Vegeta froze.

 

His heart was clenched with a vice.

 

“No!” he moved, “AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”

 

Vegeta suddenly managed to break free as he yelled into the air, his ki bursting like fire and thunder.

 

“You son of a bitch! Don't make empty threats! Come and face me you coward!”

 

But the voice had disappeared.

 

Vegeta whirled round and headed for the exit. He wasn't an idiot. If someone was here, if something had come to do them all in, he was going to get his hands on it now and kill it again and again and again. Vegeta crackled like thunder, panicking at the thought of losing Bulma and… and their baby…

 

Vegeta spat and looked left and right trying to sense ki…

 

There was one right behind him.

 

And it aimed a blade at Vegeta's head.

 

****

 

Tilo braced himself and took a defensive crouch. He stared at hate in the man's eyes. Suddenly, the man lurched from his stance and attacked Tilo head first. Tilo was floored to the ground by a heavy blow and then another in his rib. He felt a sudden taste of blood in his mouth.

 

`Already?' he thought angrily.

 

Wham!

 

A kick to the jaw from an iron foot. Tilo was hurled about a 100 feet into the dirt and rocks. He looked up at the man in spite.

 

“You're going down,” Tilo warned but the man just butted in, “Not before I knock out every tooth in that filthy mouth of yours you cunt!

 

“MotherFff-”

 

WHAM!

 

Tilo's face contorted in pain. It was as though every single knuckle in the man's fist left a dent in his face. Quickly catching his bearings, Tilo back flipped and landed agilely on the ground. He felt something thick and hot slide down his nose and over the contour of his lips till it slid down his chin and neck. Slowly, Tilo wiped off the blood with his sleeve.

 

“Okay, you obviously have issues,” Tilo sneered, “You don't even give me a chance to power up!”

 

“Cut the crap. I don't have time. I told you, I'm going to kill you,” the man suddenly had a blank expression as he spoke these words. “And kill you I will.”

 

Tilo yelled and sped for the scarred man. He blurred out of sight reappearing seconds later to do a spinning kick into Tilo's wounded face.

 

CHACK!

 

Tilo thought he heard his jaw snap. He didn't get a chance to recover when another kick sent him flying. Tilo coughed out blood. His eyes were full of surprise and anger. The man leapt into the air and sped after him. With an iron grip he grabbed Tilo by the ankles. Without mercy the man gave Tilo a series of vicious kicks and blows in the gut and face. Every strike made Tilo cough up more blood. His skin was tearing with every blow. Cuts and bruises swelled up on his cheeks, nose, eyes and everywhere where the man struck.

 

When he was finally done with his butchery he slung Tilo over his shoulder and sent him hurtling into a nearby cliff.

 

Tilo felt like he had already died.

 

With difficulty he opened his eyes and looked through the dust and rubble. Through his hazy vision Tilo could see a deep green light in the air.

 

“Oh SHIT!”

 

No sooner had the words left him when a monstrous beam sped towards him. As fast as he could Tilo lurched himself out of the way, rolled and began firing all the blasts he could towards his enemy. The man slapped them away as though it were child's play. Palms still in the air Tilo stood and stared in amazement.

 

Sensing his confusion the man flitsed out of sight and appeared behind Tilo.

 

“You shouldn't let your guard down, filthy hybrid!”

 

Tilo was kicked forward 20 metres away, screaming his heart out. The man flitsed in front of him and made a snap kick into Tilo's jaw. Tilo was spinning rapidly in the air. Mercilessly he was then hit in the back. Tilo crashed into the earth. A crater bloomed beneath him from the impact.

 

KRACK!

 

He heard a crack in his left hand.

 

Tilo screamed.

 

The man levitated slowly back on the ground. He looked down expressionless at his prey. Tilo had blood everywhere, his clothes ripped to shreds, left eye half closed. He smirked and began to charge a blast powerful enough to incinerate him.

“The name's Scar. Remember it when you get to hell.”

 

No…no…it can't end yet…I will not die without making one scratch!

 

Tilo ruptured into an explosion of ki. Scar seemed unaffected. With a sudden increase in strength Tilo gave him a backhand smash causing the man to fly backwards from impact. As quick as possible Scar stretched his hand onto the ground, back flipped and managed to come to a stop. He looked at the boy. His eyes widened slightly in surprise. Tilo had a violent red and yellow aura around him; his pupils slowly seeped away. His eyes were horrifyingly white.

 

Scar dusted himself off. In his right palm a yellow ki ball flickered into place. Tilo leapt into the air. Without a second to waste he began to bombard Scar with all his strength. Scar instinctively put his arms over his face protectively. That sudden power surge would cost Scar too much time.

 

Suddenly Tilo's barraging stopped.

 

Scar watched as Tilo prepared a ki wave in his hand. Scar jolted into the air and sped towards Tilo. Tilo had but a few seconds to block Scar's kick.

 

WHAM!

 

Scar shoved a roundhouse kick to the gut. Tilo keeled over, the newly acquired power leaving him quickly. Scar flitsed behind him and wrapped his arms around the boy's neck. At top speed he started spinning towards the ground while twisting.

 

Tilo had no time to think.

 

This is it! Kami, I'm going to die! NO!

 

Just before Tilo had his head cracked open a figure grabbed the whole lot of them and pushed them sideways into the ground. Rocks exploded from the impact. From the debris Scar stood up. The boy was no longer in his grip.

 

Scar glared with hate at Tilo's saviour.

 

It was a man in a black suit now soaking wet because of the rain. The wind ruffled his purple hair and he held Tilo safely under his arm. With his spare one he pointed at Scar.

 

“DAD! Oh, it's really you! You're the coolest!” Tilo nearly started crying. Trunks smiled then looked fiercely at Scar.

 

“You!” Trunks shouted, “Are going down!” and then jerked his thumb down.

 

That felt soooo good. The last I got to do that was against Buu, Trunks thought excitedly.

 

“D…Dad, I take back what I said about you being cool,” Tilo said embarrassed.

 

“What?! That was a first rate Hero pose, back…”

 

CHACK!

 

Trunks was suddenly punched in the face by Scar. He looked up, shocked and angry, holding his cheek.

 

“Hey stupid! Don't you know you're not supposed to interfere when the hero is talking?!” Trunks yelled.

 

“You half breed moron, shut your trap and die,” Scar replied coldly.

 

With this he moved forward and threw a punch towards Trunks. Trunks instantly spun around the punch and put all his power into his elbow. He smashed it into the back of Scar's head. Scar was sent flying into the distance.

 

“Looks like I'm going to have to go Super Saiyan for this guy,” Trunks said seriously and started to feel the power he hadn't tapped into since last year. Just as Scar appeared he began a loud shout and then burst into golden flames.

 

“Ha ha, how do you like me now?” Trunks asked cockily.

 

“Dead!” Scar answered coldly.

 

Both fighters lurched towards each other. Fierce blows were exchanged as the heavens crackled and burst. A punch to the face, but Scar ducked. He grabbed Trunks' arm and hurled him to the ground. Trunks whistled to the ground at top speed.

 

With pain in every part of his body Trunks tried to get out of the crater with effort. But he was greeted by an iron foot in his spine.

 

“GAAAAHHHHH!” Trunks screamed, a sudden burst of blood shot from his mouth. Scar held two massive ki balls in his hands as he crushed Trunks beneath him.

 

Both ki balls suddenly grew three times their size. Trunks was immobile in the ground. He tried to move but he felt the burning of ki rings holding him in place. The ki balls crackled and thundered. The sky suddenly grew much darker and lightning started to flash across the sky.

 

“This is enough to kill you and your planet,” Scar announced.

 

Trunks knew that. Tilo knew that. Yet there was nothing they could do.

 

****

 

“Vegeta?!” Bulma cried out suddenly, “Scar will kill Vegeta?!”

 

“That's right,” chibi Trunks answered. He watched from the corner of his eye as Bulma went into hysterics. He slowly continued, “Scar appeared out of nowhere. My father said he had found him in the desert. Apparently Scar was in the middle of a revival or something. Unlucky for my father Scar had finished that revival. Scars power had reached 100%. When he spoke to Scar, he said that Scar would only speak of killing the Saiyans and the offspring. All he'd ever repeat, over and over again, was “I'll kill you. I'll kill all the Saiyans.” He said that he had finished his rebirth.”

 

“A rebirth?” Goten repeated quietly.

 

“Yes.”

 

“So…” Bulma said anxiously, “This Scar. Right now, he's on the rocky desert somewhere, gathering enough power to kill my husband?”

 

“Yes. But luckily for us we've arrived just on schedule,” Goten continued, “This is as far back as the Time Machine can take us. A day from now Scar and Vegeta will meet and Vegeta will die.”

 

The gang looked horrified.

 

“If we were correct in our calculations Scar is at about 80% of his power now. Therefore he needs another day before he can do anything. This is the time to strike. Hey! What are you doing?!”

 

Bulma pulled out a capsule and flung it to the ground violently. It exploded and revealed a mini, yellow helicopter. She stepped in and strapped herself in. With fierce determination she fitted the key in the slot and started up the engine.

 

“I'm going to save Vegeta! No way am I going to let that man leave me! Not when I'm like this!”

 

Every body watched, Goten gaping slightly.

 

The engine roared and the propellers whirled round on Kami's lookout. Dust dispersed and she hovered slightly. Her eyes burnt with determination, her knuckles going white from the grip on the steering. She shoved one of the buttons and sped to the distance.

 

“Hey! Someone stop her! Is she stupid or something?! Jeez Goten who knew we'd have so much trouble?”

 

“Yeah, it is a doozy,” Goten agreed.

 

“Bulma!”

 

Bulma yelped when suddenly Goku appeared before her vehicle.

 

“Out of the way Goku!”

 

“Bulma, Vegeta's fine. Nothing's going to happen in another day.”

 

“Goku, I'll say this once, MOVE!”

 

Goku crossed his arms over his chest. He saw Bulma's shocked expression. It was replaced with a resolve to kill her best friend.

 

“Move Goku!”

 

“Then what? Your going to tell him what we've discovered? As soon as he hears it he's going to try and find Scar by himself. You may kill him sooner than what happened in chibi Trunks' timeline!”

 

Bulma stared at Goku as tears began to swell in her eyes. But she knew he was right.

 

“Let's go back and here what those two have to say. We're only wasting time now.”

 

Bulma nodded holding back tears. She turned the gear with a lot of effort, trying to push Vegeta's safety out of her mind…

 

****

 

The sky had gone unnaturally dark and the clouds had gathered for a storm. Rain slowly dripped on the lawn of capsule corp, the Gravity Room gradually gleaming wet. Bulma's mother had returned some laundry inside and everything seemed desolate and quiet for but the howling of the wind. Two figures stood in the pitter-patter of rain, lost in their own world of survival.

 

Vegeta slowly turned his face as far as he could go. Behind him stood a chubby creature, slightly shorter than himself, with three eyes. Two eyes were placed too far from the centre of his face and were positioned on his temples. His third eye was on his forehead. Each one didn't blink, just stared. They were glossy yet disgustingly slimy. The skin of this creature was spinach green and if one looked close enough they'd realise that it consisted of layers of millions of tiny scales. To his arm, covered in more slime, the creature had a sharp metal crescent blade coming from his bone.

 

“Well, so you're the one invading my privacy…” Vegeta sneered.

 

The creature smiled. Vegeta saw about a million sharp glistening teeth in his mouth. But he could also smell the creature's horrible breath.

 

“Ugh, disgusting!” Vegeta suddenly retaliated and covered his nose and mouth with a gloved hand. The creature's face instantly contorted in anger, the act of doing so causing green slime to seep from the pores on his face. Vegeta wanted to puke. The smell was horrible.

 

“You have some nerve mocking me Vegeta! After all, I'm the one with the weapon and I could kill you anytime I wanted to!”

 

There it was; that voice, the one that reminded him of something more than 30 years ago.

 

“Then why don't you?” Vegeta scoffed.

 

Another evil smile spread across its face. “Because I want to bring you down slowly and painfully. Can you imagine what kind of things I can make you do?” the creature slurped, his voice sounding a little gagged and like he had a blocked nose. Vegeta contorted slightly but didn't move. People had tried many a times to play with his mind but Vegeta always seemed to outwit them. This was not his weakness, the creature couldn't do anything.

 

“That's interesting. Mind games huh? They don't work with me!”

 

“Heh… no? Tell me Vegeta, have you ever killed yourself?”

 

Well, yes he had, but, “AGH!” suddenly Vegeta's neck was being fiercly squeezed by his own two hands. He chocked as he tried to pull his hands away from his neck. But he was slowly getting very dizzy… Vegeta was in complete pain as his very hands squeezed tighter and tighter. Vegeta thought he was going to die.

 

“GAH!!! Hah! hah…! hah…!” Vegeta's arms fell to his sides and he quickly caught his breath.

 

What had just happened? That form of mind enslaving. It was… wait! Another memory. It was coming back to Vegeta, he knew it was on the tip of his tongue, the name, place, date and time.

 

“Scary, isn't it?” the green man smiled, his mouth agape, a purple tongue resting somewhere there. The creature watched with glee as Vegeta slowly began to massage his neck.

 

“I can do it again you know, want me to do it again?!”

 

With the speed of light Vegeta's arms jumped for him again. But they stopped just as they were about to wrap themselves around Vegeta's tree-trunk of a neck.

 

“No!” Vegeta gasped as he began to fight back. This wasn't really a mind game. Such powers belonged to one race and one race only. Vegeta pushed away from the creature's strength, wrestling with himself.

 

With every ounce of his strength Vegeta's arms snapped from the spell and he was free.

 

“What? How did you?!”

 

“He he he…” Vegeta chuckled, an evil grin spreading on his face. He slowly began to turn to face his adversary when the sharp edge of the cold blade touched his neck. Vegeta felt the power in that thing. He held back the lump in his throat.

 

“Ah, don't move! If you do, your head will be rolling on the ground in a matter of seconds. You seem to think I'm weak. That's the problem with you Vegeta, it's always been the problem. That's why I hate you, you idiot!”

 

A tree trunk in Bulma's yard began to shiver then stir and finally it was completely uprooted, the flowers heaved out of place with it. Vegeta watched as the trunk began to get sliced and chopped and formed craftily and skilfully into a massive spear. The sharp point of the tree was about the size of Vegeta. He tried not to think what kind of pain that would deliver him.

 

“Brace yourself Vegeta, coz this is gonna hurt!”

 

Vegeta spat.

 

“I've seen this somewhere before, Goba.”

 

For a second the creature was speechless. But then in rage it let the trunk fly, aiming for the Saiyan's gut. Vegeta whirled round, ducked from the blade then rolled. The trunk stopped in midair just as it was about to split its master in two. Without hesitation the creature swooped its blade for Vegeta throat.

 

WHAM!

The nasty creature stared into the eyes of Vegeta in shock. He tried to press the thing against Vegeta's neck but a golden ki barrier was blocking him. Vegeta's hair had gone yellow and his body crackled with lightning. His fists were clenched as he looked right back down into the eyes of his enemy. Still it tried to shove the blade into Vegeta.

 

“Why? HOW?!”

 

Vegeta touched the blade with his fingers and without warning snapped it in two. The debris floated in the air before falling to the ground with loud clangs.

 

“WHA?!” its eyes doubled in size in disbelief, mouth wide in shock. It fell to its knees as it quickly picked up the pieces trying to glue them back to the chunk in his arm. Vegeta laughed in amusement, “Pathetic.”

 

The creature looked up at him as though about to say something but Vegeta interrupted, “Now I remember. You're the same as Guldo* aren't you? From the planet Goba.”

 

The Gobanian nodded as more green slime slid from his pores all over his face.

 

“Heh, no wonder I could escape. Your mind games are pathetic just like Guldo's were! You seem to be missing an eye though…”

 

“You fool! You're so self-centred that you can't even realise the difference between the two of us! I have been given godly powers from him! I have been modified to serve my purpose, and my purpose is the destruction of you, your family and that fool that calls himself Goku!”

 

With that Vegeta's vision went a deep dark red again.

 

(*Guldo was the green guy from the Ginyu force with four eyes)

 

****

 

 

Chibi Trunks and Goten were playing rock-paper-scissors when Goku returned with Bulma. She stood with her arms crossed and watched as Goten suddenly declared victory. Chibi Trunks cursed then realised everyone was waiting for him. He cleared his throat.

 

“Where was I? Yes, ok: in this state, Scar is way stronger than any of us combined. Even with Goku, Vegeta, Piccolo, your Trunks and Goten and you, Gohan, it is impossible to defeat him. At 100% Scar is an even worse pain in the butt.

 

In our timeline, after the death of Vegeta the rest of us tried our shot at Scar. Piccolo didn't survive and died. Goku, as you can imagine, had gone completely crazy. I had never seen him fight like that. But even with Goku's power Scar was on top. They fought for another 30 minutes when Goku was slung…” Trunks cleared his throat more forcedly now and averted his eyes from the group, “eh…out into space.”

 

Chibi Goten suddenly felt uneasy and looked at Goku's reaction. His eyes were wide and an eyebrow twitched.

 

“That was the last time we ever so Goku. Scar was pretty roughed up himself, but there was nothing we could do to kill him. My mother in the meantime was searching for the Dragon Balls. When she managed to collect all of them, she hid them in a bag. We fled from the battle to meet with her. Scar began his rampage to find us. Three quarters of the planet was wiped out before he did.”

 

Suddenly Trunks looked harshly at the older Goten. Goten, slightly taken aback, looked about, “What?” he asked innocently.

 

“Can you and Trunks fuse?”

 

Goten realised where this was going and shook his head.

 

“Exactly: because of the power difference between the two of us, we were unable to fuse. That pretty sucked obviously. We figured that with the combined power of a fusion and Gohan's Mystic powers we could win, but that power was lost to us. As we struggled to protect everyone else, Dende got killed. The Dragon Balls vanished, except for the four-star. Just as Scar was about to blow up the Earth, we escaped in my mum's emergency spaceship. Not sure where to go she set course for Namek to use Porunga's Dragon Balls. Once there, we had an ingenious plan.”

 

Gohan looked at the Dragon ball that lay on the floor.

 

“The four-star dragon ball is the only one that didn't turn to stone. So why do we need this one?”

 

“Shhhh Gohan-nii-san!” chibi Goten held his fingers before his lips and looked sternly at Gohan. Gohan raised his eyebrow. “Trunks is getting there!”

 

“Thanks,” chibi Trunks smiled, “Ok, so on our way to Namek we discovered that Scar wasn't the only one who wanted to kill us. Several other races were after us with the same resolve. Upon barely managing to kill one of them we made a discovery: Most of them were androids: half being, half machine. The mechanical part of them acted like a rejuvenator; they healed very fast, despite they're human minds being tired or weary, they're mechanical halves acted as a backup. That wasn't the worst of it though. They're bones and skulls, those that are still human, had nano-parachinium-cells covering them. Parachinium is the strongest metal in the universe in case you didn't know, and it is way stronger then Kachin, believe me. As if that wasn't stupid enough, some of them, because of the nano-cells and mechanical parts, lost most of their human rational thinking and became really smart.

 

When we managed to escaped the frenzy on the planet we had stopped a moment for, we sped for Namek and called for the Dragon. That's when things started getting really bad,” Trunks scratched his cheek for a moment before continuing much to everyone's frustration. “Our first idea,” he continued, “was to have the first wish be something like this: bring Goten and Trunks' ki to the same level But my mum phrased the wish wrong: `Bring Trunks and Goten back to the way they were when their power was equal!' We got what my mother asked for: we were turned to kids again. Sure, we could fuse. But our power was USELESS against Scar! It was like fighting way back when, so basically we were to square one!” Trunks fumed and pouted his lips.

 

All eyes slowly turned to Bulma.

 

“Bulma phrased a wish wrong?” Goku pointed perplexed.

 

“Scar and the rest found us. We tried to escape with everyone, but all the Nameks died, and so did Porunga. With our last hope, as Gohan tried to hold everyone back, we fled with Bulma to another planet,” chibi Goten continued as Trunks still seethed, “There, she worked hard to build a time machine. She had very little parts so she could only make a small one. Goten and I were the only two small enough to fit into it. After 6 months of bitter survival she finished the machine, and now we're here.”

 

“You missed a lot of parts Goten! Like the time you were almost swallowed up by that lava and you couldn't power up to save yourself because,”

 

“Yeah well, all those adventures were in your dreams. We couldn't do anything! Just sit there and try not to get killed!”

 

“I did not dream it! You're just embarrassed about it you baby!”

 

Goten whistled ignoring his younger self and chibi Trunks, “So we're all headed for disaster unless Vegata and dad fuse,” Goten looked at his palms as if trying to remember what it was like to do a fusion, “And Trunks and I, right?”

 

“That is correct,” Chibi Trunks said standing up and stretching, “That is why we're asking you to train with Trunks in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber as from today so that we're ready when Scar shows up and you manage the fusion!”

 

Goku however, felt like there were a lot of missing pieces to this puzzle. Chibi Trunks and Goten hadn't revealed much, only the tip of the iceberg as it were.

 

Everyone around him suddenly seemed to come to life with plans and excitement, including chibi Goten who started asking his older counterpart all sorts of questions like the new attacks he could make, “Kamekameha is cool but I made this one called Super Frenzy Lightwave and… bla bla bla bla bla…”

 

Goku hushed out all the noise and quickly realised what had been bugging him. A very important piece of information hadn't been revealed yet and Goku called for attention, “What about Tilo?” he asked, “I haven't heard him in the story yet.”

 

It was suddenly quiet.

 

Trunks frowned.

 

“Who?”

 

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