Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ SpiderMania ❯ a Senzu bean a day keeps the doctor away ( Chapter 2 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Gloria Stone 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 340 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 340 | Status: Completed
Part 2
There was pain, lots of pain. His body was ripping apart. Power from his own body was sent treacherously tearing into each and every cell of his body. He was going to die. Surprisingly that didn't bother him; his own father had come back from the dead. So why couldn't' he as well.
Despite his pain, his mind was clear. He hoped to Kami that his Grandfather got out of the way before the machine blew.
He hoped Vegeta wouldn't kill his Grandfather for killing him.
He hoped his mother didn't kill them all.
Then it was all over.
The pain
The roaring in his ears
Everything was gone. And slowly he opened his eyes…he was laying on concrete.
Concrete? The lab didn't have a concrete floor.
Sitting slowly up…his head spun. He looked around. He was in an alley. A dark damp smelly alley.
Disgusted Trunks stood up, only slight dizzy.
Suddenly he gasped. Goten was on the ground.
He went over to him. He was waking up. Somewhat more confused than Trunks had been. But hell when wasn't Goten more confused than anyone.
Goten: What happened?
Trunks: I'm not sure…I think the machine overloaded.
Goten: Oh Kami that hurt.
Trunks nodded. The pain was still extremely fresh in his mind as well.
Goten: Where are we?
That Trunks had no Idea…well he had an Idea. But he didn't what to think about it. Unlike Goten who was an Idiot, Trunks was just as smart as his mother. He knew what most likely had happened. But it scared him, so for now until he got some proof. He just pretended to be dumb. Without a word Trunks helped Goten up. He was dizzy as well, but they were both recovering well.
Leaving the alley they walked a short while, mouths and eyes wide open like idiots. Never in their life had they ever seen a city like this one. It was weird. It was like Satan city, in the sense that it had skyscrapers; people and everything else that a city was suppose to have. But the design, the look even the feel of the place was strange.
The people looked strange too, somehow different, not so much that Trunks and Goten stood out but different. Goten's eyes got wider as he watched the people, particularly two men loading furniture into a truck.
Trunks head pounded as his fear got its proof.
Goten: Trunks?
Trunks: You really don't want to know. Come on let's get away from these people.
Goten nodded. Those weird looking people were freaking him out.
They entered another alley. It looked exactly like the other.
Goten: It's bad isn't it?
Trunks: Yes it is. I think…I think we are in another dimension.
Goten eyes widened. If he weren't careful his eyes would get stuck like that.
Goten: Cool. Ummm how do we get home?
Trunks: I don't know.
Goten sighed loudly obviously put out.
Goten: I got a date tomorrow.
Trunks: We have to wait for Grandpa to fix this. Hopefully he can bring us back. We should probably stay in this city. Make it easier to find us.
Goten: What are we going to do?
Trunks: Well…while we're here might as well check out the sites. Find a place to stay…food.
Goten nodded he was hungry.
Goten: But we don't have any money.
Trunks cursed loudly. He was right. And as they say Money made the world go round.
Trunks: I'm not sleeping in the gutter. We'll have to get money. But how???
Goten sat down on a dumpster thinking. They couldn't get a job. It would take to long. They could steal money but that was wrong.
Suddenly Goten's eyes lite up!
Goten: I know…Capsules!!!
Trunks: What?
Goten: You know how it works right! Those men on the street they were loading furniture. I don't think these people know what capsules are! We could sell it…
Trunks: Wait a minute! Mom doesn't allow us to give out company secrets
Goten: But we're not in our world. Why would she care?
Trunks smiled.
Trunks: For once my friend you have a good idea.
Three hours, two new suits, and a new hair color later. Trunks and Goten walked into Oscorp. Unforntunally they had to steal the suits. That didn't ride well with either of them. But they had to have them. They would return/pay for them later, after they became rich.
Trunks had gone to the library while Goten was "stealing" and found the biggest and most powerful company. Luckily the site headquarters were here in New York. Which Trunks had learned was the Cities name. Then using the software on the computer he drew up the plans. Luckily again Trunks mother had crammed every little detail about the things. So he could make one, if he had the basic ingredients. He didn't even need the capsule gun. Another good thing was that he actually had some capsules. So it would be easier to impress his audience.
On the bad side…it appeared that nobody had purple hair in this world. It was a 'punk' thing. And well that wouldn't do. So he had Goten swipe some black hair color. Ehh his mother was going to kill him.
Trunks: Listen Goten, Let me talk Ok.
Goten: Sure.
Walking up to the secretary Trunks smiled.
Susan was bored nothing ever happened here. Just type and look busy that was her job. She had just decided that today was going to be another one of those days when she looked up. Her heart melted into a slimy pool that leaked into her belly, causing ever butterfly in there to flutter. Before her stood a young man was smiling, not just a young man, but a young god! Good God he was handsome. He had black hair, a stunning body (noticeable even with the suit), straight beautiful white teeth, and the bluest eyes she ever saw.
Mentally shaking herself, Susan had to remind herself not to drool. Why didn't every man look like this? Quickly she decided a little flirting wouldn't hurt she smiled back.
Susan: May I help you?
She made it sound almost like she meant it in more ways than one.
The young man blushed slightly, a good response.
Trunks: Yes I would like to talk to the head of technologies.
Susan: That would be Mr. Osborn. Do you have an appointment?
Trunks: Umm no, but trust me. He wants to see me.
The man smiled again. And Susan felt her heart flutter. Normally she would send him out, of which she had done numerous of times. It seemed that everyone was an inverter. But she couldn't just send him away; it would ruin her chances of perhaps a date.
Susan: Well…I can't do that…but I'll call my dad down.
Her father was one of the head scientists on the fourth floor. It was the best she could do.
Trunks: If you think it will help.
Susan smiled and picked up the phone. She then gave him a smoldering look that had him blushing again.
She really liked the shy kind.
Trunks stepped back. Goten was trying hard not to laugh.
Goten: Geezz Trunks, it looks like she wanted to eat you up.
Trunks blushed, unlike Goten Trunks surprisingly didn't have much experience with girls.
Trunks: Ya must be the black hair.
Goten chuckled as they sat down to wait. All the while the blonde at the counter winked and smiled at him.
After a few minutes a small man in a lab coat came. He went over to the girl at the desk and talked to her. He seemed put out. Trunks knew why, apparently she wasn't allowed to do such things. But after a moment of arguing he sighed and walked over to where they were sitting. From what it looked like, she was daddy's little girl.
Dr. Ry: Hello young man. My name is Dr. James Ry. My daughter says you have something that might help the company.
Judging from the man's tone he really didn't like doing this and seriously doubted that he was doing anything but wasting his time.
Trunks: Yes sir. I have something here.
Trunks held up the capsule.
Trunks: I'm sure you don't want to hear…yet…how this works. So I'll just show you.
Then with a click and a flick of the wrist Trunks tossed the capsule. Instantly it exploded with a puff of smoke. Then where the capsule had hit was a small cube. Dr. Ry was too shocked to speak, Goten deciding to milk his surprise, walked over and opened the cube.
Goten: Would you like Grape or Orange?
The cube was a mini refrigerator. When the Doctor didn't speak Goten shrugged and pushed a button. The Cube became a capsule again.
Goten: Here ya go.
Goten tossed the Capsule to Dr. Ry. He stared at it then back at the young man, to the floor where the cube had been, then back to Trunks.
Dr. Ry: How??
Trunks: I have the plans and I'm willing to sell this to the company for a reasonable price.
Dr. Ry: Can you…you put other stuff in this??
Trunks: Anything you can think of Cars, planes, even cloths or food.
Goten: So Dr. Ry do we get to talk to Mr. Osborn.
Nice touch Trunks thoughts. So far Goten was doing good. He acted like a pro.
Dr. Ry: Of course! I'll call him right away…Mr.??
Trunks: Brief, Trunks Brief.
Goten: Son Goten
The Doctor nodded and headed back upstairs passing his open mouthed daughter.
In less a half an hour Trunks and Goten found themselves in front of Mr. Osborn. Apparently their trick had done the trick.
Mr. Osborn sat down reading the scientist's report. Then looking up he gave them both an appraising eye.
Osborn: How much!
Trunks smiled. So he was that impressed. Weird how such a small thing like Capsule tech. was such a big deal to people that didn't have it. Earlier at the library Trunks had done some other research. On money, the dollar bill particularly. He learned quickly how much was how much.
Trunks: 30 million.
Osborn raised an eyebrow.
Osborn: That's a lot of money.
Trunks: Not nearly as much as you'll make, with that.
Trunks pointed to the capsule, which he suspected had been looked at countless times behind closed doors.
Osborn nodded and smiled. He wasn't even going to argue. The boy was right. It was amazing…beyond amazing.
Osborn: Can I see the plans?
Trunks: Do we have a deal?
Osborn smiled…Trunks smiled as he slipped the plans he had made earlier. He watched as Osborn's eyes got wider and wider.
Osborn: My god it's so simple…this is genius pure genius. Did you really create this?
Thinking it was best to lie. Trunks nodded.
Osborn looked up his eyes hard. It took Trunks aback for a moment.
Osborn: If you want a job, you have it young man. Pick your pay, your hours what ever.
Trunks: That's nice, but right now I don't need one. I have 30 million dollars.
Osborn nodded his head still staring at the plans.
Trunks: But I'll tell you what. If I come up with anything else, I bring it here first.
Osborn was extremely pleased. He got the better of the deal…but the young man thought he did as well. That didn't happen often when everyone got what they wanted. He was also extremely excited. This capsule technology was incredible. Why didn't they think of it first? Osborn whipped out a check and wrote the boy 30 million. A very good deal indeed.
Back in the 'real' world Dr. Brief was just know telling his daughter and Vegeta the bad news. It took a moment for it to sink in. But when it did, the neighbor's neighbors were getting an earful.
Bulma: How could you!! You risked Trunks and Goten life!! They might even be dead now!
Bulma's mother thankfully was trying to calm Bulma down. It wasn't working very well though.
Dr. Brief: I don't believe they are dead. In fact I even know where they are and…mostly likely will be able to talk to them…but?
Bulma: But???
Dr. Brief: It may be awhile before I can get them back here…the machine is busted. I'm going to have to start all over.
Bulma sat down tears in her eyes. Her son, he was gone…but not really gone just a dimension away. This was awful…but what was worse is that somebody had to tell Chi-chi the bad news.
Bulma: Dad you get a communication up and running. I'm going to tell Chi-Chi.
There was dead silence…even Vegeta the prince of Saiy-jin's didn't have the balls to do that…he silently wondered if he should start looking for another mate.
Dr. Brief: Ok.
It's a bird, no it's a plane, no it's your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. Chuckling to himself Spiderman also known as Peter Parker swung with ease though the urban jungle. He liked the wind in his face and the sound of his spinnerets on his arms. Today he was taking it easy. If trouble were going to come, it would have to find him first. Which seemed to happen way to often for his liking. Oh well with a magnetic personally like his who could blame those poor suckers.
Suddenly down below him, Spiderman was nearly thrown off his webbing by a massive explosion.
'Damn it. Why can't I take a vacation like ever normal person'
Crawling down the side of a wall. He was nearly scorched to death, by a huge ball of fire. Luckily his spider sense kicked in just in the nick of time and he jumped away. Looking at the half-baked looney, Spiderman sighed. His one was weird, even by his standard. Some idiot was dressed up in some metal costume, torching the city and blowing holes in everything with the gun he was totting. Fortunally it looked like he didn't have any 'power' and was just some loon out for a BBQ.
Using his lighting reflexes Spiderman came barging in and punched him squarely in the gut.
OUCH!
The guy flew back, but wasn't hurt. He didn't even seem to feel it. What the hell was that suit made of?
Jumping back, Spiderman felt the heat of the flame before retreating back further, out of range from the torch.
'hmmm maybe I should let the cops handle this one. I know Africans like roasted spider…but this is New York.'
From inside the bank, Trunks watched the fire consuming crazy man. Goten was still cashing the check…after talking with Osborn. Trunks told him that they didn't have any Id's or anything. So Osborn set up a fake account that they could use. It appeared that the guy had a lot of connects…connects that most likely weren't discussed at board meetings.
Goten: Got it.
Goten held up two bankcards. One for each.
Trunks just nodded still watching the fireman. Goten's eyes followed his line of sight. He saw him just as another car went up in a massive ball of fire.
Goten: Wow…who's that?
Trunks shrugged.
Goten: He's going to hurt somebody…should we do something?
Trunks smiled he was hoping Goten would say that.
Trunks: I'm frustrated! This guy will be a great stress reliever. Lets go pound his face in!
Goten: But we don't want to blow our cover…do we?
To answer Goten's question Trunks help out a small watch. Goten smiled he knew what it was. It was the same kind of watch that Bulma had given Gohan when he was Saiyaman.
Trunks: I designed them myself.
Walking out of the bank they both pushed the buttons on their watch. Instantly they became costumed heroes.
Goten: Cool, this looks even better than Gohan's outfit.
Trunks rolled his eyes. Both outfits were basically a take off of the Saiy-jin armor except they include a mask. Trunks costume was black and included his favorite sword. And Goten's was a light blue and white.
Not noticing the two new arrivals, Spiderman made another attempt to put the man down. This time however he wasn't so luckily. By some bizarre twist of fate, a stray bullet hit him. Pain shot though his middle as the bullet ripped though him. Peter had never been shot before. And while it was less painful than some of the things he had been though with his 'villains' this was certainly just as deadly…if not more. I'm going to die…funny how countless villains and weirdoes couldn't do what one crazed armed son of a bitch could…kill Spiderman.
The man turned aimed his gun, right at Spiderman's face, a killing shot.
Suddenly a man was in front of him. Spiderman blinked…what the hell? He hadn't even seen him move in front of him…he was just there. Then casually he reached out and crunched the end of his gun. Spiderman couldn't believe it, was this guy crazy to. He felt a sickening feeling as the man's torch came to life and ended the life of…whoever that was…poor prick. Spiderman sent a prayer with the guy's soul. Hoping it was quick.
When the flames reseeded Spider man gasped, the guy hadn't move…he wasn't hurt…hell his suit was barely even scorched?
The man reached his fist back way into last Tuesday and delivered a punch that sent the man crashing into a brick wall.
Spiderman gasped as the wall didn't stop him, a cloud of dust rose from the destroyed structure.
Goten: All right good shot!!
There were two of them. He hadn't noticed that before. Who the hell were they. Both were dressed alike except for their coloring, heck they even seemed to move as one. As they did a small victory…dance??
At this point Peter was feeling really weak. He was losing a lot of blood. But that didn't bother him as much as the thought that his identity was going to be discovered. He was too weak to move. He couldn't leave…and thus the story of his life. Hell he could read the newspapers headlines already. Photographer is Spiderman, Spiderman is Peter Parker.
Goten: ehh…he looks bad.
Trunks: Ya he's lost a lot of blood.
Goten: What should we do??
Trunks thought a moment when snapped his figures.
Trunks: Lets get away from here. Bring him with you. I got an idea.
Nodding Goten picked up the strange costumed guy. Spiderman he guessed his name was. He had heard some people shout it out on the street, right before him and Trunks entered the fray.
He tried to fight back but Goten didn't give at all, and in his weakened state he was in no shape to fight.
They both took off flying at a good speed. Gasped of complete surprised followed them.
Once they were a good ways away. Trunks landed on a deserted rooftop.
Goten: What are we going to do?
Trunks: This.
Taking out a capsule Trunks opened it. Inside was just one small brown bag. Goten smiled he knew what was in that bag. Leaning down Trunks took off the ugly mask the guy was wearing. Trunks wasn't impressed, the guy looked almost too normal.
Trunks: Hey man, eat this.
Goten: Ya it'll make you feel better.
When the man made no move to take the bean. Trunks shoved it down his throat. The man coughed and sputtered, but swallowed the bean. Almost instantly he was healed, so instantly in fact he just sat there in surprise.
Peter: What the???
Goten: It's called a Senzu bean. It has healing powers.
Peter: You ain't kidding.
Suddenly Peter reached for his face…the mask it was gone! Looking in terror he saw it in the black costumed man hands.
The guy seemed confused then shrugged and handed it back to Peter.
Trunks: Don't worry man. We don't care who you are.
Peter: You two…you're not going to tell?? Are you??
Trunks: We don't know who you are…how can we tell.
Goten: And we did just save your life after all.
Spiderman: Right…Pardon me if I'm skeptical.
Trunks just nodded.
Trunks: Whatever man. Sorry to cut this meeting short but we gotta jet.
And the man proved that he really needed too, by levitating a full 3 feet off the roof and flying flying away!
Spiderman: Wait!!
Both men stopped mid-air and turned.
Spiderman: Who are you two??
The two men turned to each other and started what seemed to Peter the strangest conversation he ever heard.
Trunks: Well haven't really thought about it…
Goten: Ya we can't use our real names.
Trunks: But do we want to do this…fight crime and all.
Goten: Why not. My brother did.
Trunks: Your brother was a dork!
Goten: Was not!! Was not!! He was the coolest!
Trunks: What ever! I guess we don't have anything else to do? Anyway…hmmm…I'll be Blade!
Trunks lovingly patted the sword on his back.
Goten: I'm Saiyaman.
Trunks: You got to be kidding.
Goten: That's the coolest super hero name ever! You're just jealous that my family has the copy writes to it.
Trunks: What ever.
Spiderman: Well umm thanks Blade and Saiyaman.
Goten: No problem! See ya later!
And with that the two really weird guys took off.
Spiderman stood up a bit shakily and inspected his middle. There was a hole in the suit were the bullet hit him…but he was completely healed. That weird nasty tasting bean cured him. Weird.
Staring off into the space where Blade and Saiyaman flew off. He should probably prepare just in case those two talked. He didn't want to wake up one day and find cameras in his front lawn. Nothing to drastic, some cloths, money and food…needed to be put back. Maybe travel plans if he really had to go.
Spiderman: Well I better go. Aunt May cooking roast beef tonight
There was pain, lots of pain. His body was ripping apart. Power from his own body was sent treacherously tearing into each and every cell of his body. He was going to die. Surprisingly that didn't bother him; his own father had come back from the dead. So why couldn't' he as well.
Despite his pain, his mind was clear. He hoped to Kami that his Grandfather got out of the way before the machine blew.
He hoped Vegeta wouldn't kill his Grandfather for killing him.
He hoped his mother didn't kill them all.
Then it was all over.
The pain
The roaring in his ears
Everything was gone. And slowly he opened his eyes…he was laying on concrete.
Concrete? The lab didn't have a concrete floor.
Sitting slowly up…his head spun. He looked around. He was in an alley. A dark damp smelly alley.
Disgusted Trunks stood up, only slight dizzy.
Suddenly he gasped. Goten was on the ground.
He went over to him. He was waking up. Somewhat more confused than Trunks had been. But hell when wasn't Goten more confused than anyone.
Goten: What happened?
Trunks: I'm not sure…I think the machine overloaded.
Goten: Oh Kami that hurt.
Trunks nodded. The pain was still extremely fresh in his mind as well.
Goten: Where are we?
That Trunks had no Idea…well he had an Idea. But he didn't what to think about it. Unlike Goten who was an Idiot, Trunks was just as smart as his mother. He knew what most likely had happened. But it scared him, so for now until he got some proof. He just pretended to be dumb. Without a word Trunks helped Goten up. He was dizzy as well, but they were both recovering well.
Leaving the alley they walked a short while, mouths and eyes wide open like idiots. Never in their life had they ever seen a city like this one. It was weird. It was like Satan city, in the sense that it had skyscrapers; people and everything else that a city was suppose to have. But the design, the look even the feel of the place was strange.
The people looked strange too, somehow different, not so much that Trunks and Goten stood out but different. Goten's eyes got wider as he watched the people, particularly two men loading furniture into a truck.
Trunks head pounded as his fear got its proof.
Goten: Trunks?
Trunks: You really don't want to know. Come on let's get away from these people.
Goten nodded. Those weird looking people were freaking him out.
They entered another alley. It looked exactly like the other.
Goten: It's bad isn't it?
Trunks: Yes it is. I think…I think we are in another dimension.
Goten eyes widened. If he weren't careful his eyes would get stuck like that.
Goten: Cool. Ummm how do we get home?
Trunks: I don't know.
Goten sighed loudly obviously put out.
Goten: I got a date tomorrow.
Trunks: We have to wait for Grandpa to fix this. Hopefully he can bring us back. We should probably stay in this city. Make it easier to find us.
Goten: What are we going to do?
Trunks: Well…while we're here might as well check out the sites. Find a place to stay…food.
Goten nodded he was hungry.
Goten: But we don't have any money.
Trunks cursed loudly. He was right. And as they say Money made the world go round.
Trunks: I'm not sleeping in the gutter. We'll have to get money. But how???
Goten sat down on a dumpster thinking. They couldn't get a job. It would take to long. They could steal money but that was wrong.
Suddenly Goten's eyes lite up!
Goten: I know…Capsules!!!
Trunks: What?
Goten: You know how it works right! Those men on the street they were loading furniture. I don't think these people know what capsules are! We could sell it…
Trunks: Wait a minute! Mom doesn't allow us to give out company secrets
Goten: But we're not in our world. Why would she care?
Trunks smiled.
Trunks: For once my friend you have a good idea.
Three hours, two new suits, and a new hair color later. Trunks and Goten walked into Oscorp. Unforntunally they had to steal the suits. That didn't ride well with either of them. But they had to have them. They would return/pay for them later, after they became rich.
Trunks had gone to the library while Goten was "stealing" and found the biggest and most powerful company. Luckily the site headquarters were here in New York. Which Trunks had learned was the Cities name. Then using the software on the computer he drew up the plans. Luckily again Trunks mother had crammed every little detail about the things. So he could make one, if he had the basic ingredients. He didn't even need the capsule gun. Another good thing was that he actually had some capsules. So it would be easier to impress his audience.
On the bad side…it appeared that nobody had purple hair in this world. It was a 'punk' thing. And well that wouldn't do. So he had Goten swipe some black hair color. Ehh his mother was going to kill him.
Trunks: Listen Goten, Let me talk Ok.
Goten: Sure.
Walking up to the secretary Trunks smiled.
Susan was bored nothing ever happened here. Just type and look busy that was her job. She had just decided that today was going to be another one of those days when she looked up. Her heart melted into a slimy pool that leaked into her belly, causing ever butterfly in there to flutter. Before her stood a young man was smiling, not just a young man, but a young god! Good God he was handsome. He had black hair, a stunning body (noticeable even with the suit), straight beautiful white teeth, and the bluest eyes she ever saw.
Mentally shaking herself, Susan had to remind herself not to drool. Why didn't every man look like this? Quickly she decided a little flirting wouldn't hurt she smiled back.
Susan: May I help you?
She made it sound almost like she meant it in more ways than one.
The young man blushed slightly, a good response.
Trunks: Yes I would like to talk to the head of technologies.
Susan: That would be Mr. Osborn. Do you have an appointment?
Trunks: Umm no, but trust me. He wants to see me.
The man smiled again. And Susan felt her heart flutter. Normally she would send him out, of which she had done numerous of times. It seemed that everyone was an inverter. But she couldn't just send him away; it would ruin her chances of perhaps a date.
Susan: Well…I can't do that…but I'll call my dad down.
Her father was one of the head scientists on the fourth floor. It was the best she could do.
Trunks: If you think it will help.
Susan smiled and picked up the phone. She then gave him a smoldering look that had him blushing again.
She really liked the shy kind.
Trunks stepped back. Goten was trying hard not to laugh.
Goten: Geezz Trunks, it looks like she wanted to eat you up.
Trunks blushed, unlike Goten Trunks surprisingly didn't have much experience with girls.
Trunks: Ya must be the black hair.
Goten chuckled as they sat down to wait. All the while the blonde at the counter winked and smiled at him.
After a few minutes a small man in a lab coat came. He went over to the girl at the desk and talked to her. He seemed put out. Trunks knew why, apparently she wasn't allowed to do such things. But after a moment of arguing he sighed and walked over to where they were sitting. From what it looked like, she was daddy's little girl.
Dr. Ry: Hello young man. My name is Dr. James Ry. My daughter says you have something that might help the company.
Judging from the man's tone he really didn't like doing this and seriously doubted that he was doing anything but wasting his time.
Trunks: Yes sir. I have something here.
Trunks held up the capsule.
Trunks: I'm sure you don't want to hear…yet…how this works. So I'll just show you.
Then with a click and a flick of the wrist Trunks tossed the capsule. Instantly it exploded with a puff of smoke. Then where the capsule had hit was a small cube. Dr. Ry was too shocked to speak, Goten deciding to milk his surprise, walked over and opened the cube.
Goten: Would you like Grape or Orange?
The cube was a mini refrigerator. When the Doctor didn't speak Goten shrugged and pushed a button. The Cube became a capsule again.
Goten: Here ya go.
Goten tossed the Capsule to Dr. Ry. He stared at it then back at the young man, to the floor where the cube had been, then back to Trunks.
Dr. Ry: How??
Trunks: I have the plans and I'm willing to sell this to the company for a reasonable price.
Dr. Ry: Can you…you put other stuff in this??
Trunks: Anything you can think of Cars, planes, even cloths or food.
Goten: So Dr. Ry do we get to talk to Mr. Osborn.
Nice touch Trunks thoughts. So far Goten was doing good. He acted like a pro.
Dr. Ry: Of course! I'll call him right away…Mr.??
Trunks: Brief, Trunks Brief.
Goten: Son Goten
The Doctor nodded and headed back upstairs passing his open mouthed daughter.
In less a half an hour Trunks and Goten found themselves in front of Mr. Osborn. Apparently their trick had done the trick.
Mr. Osborn sat down reading the scientist's report. Then looking up he gave them both an appraising eye.
Osborn: How much!
Trunks smiled. So he was that impressed. Weird how such a small thing like Capsule tech. was such a big deal to people that didn't have it. Earlier at the library Trunks had done some other research. On money, the dollar bill particularly. He learned quickly how much was how much.
Trunks: 30 million.
Osborn raised an eyebrow.
Osborn: That's a lot of money.
Trunks: Not nearly as much as you'll make, with that.
Trunks pointed to the capsule, which he suspected had been looked at countless times behind closed doors.
Osborn nodded and smiled. He wasn't even going to argue. The boy was right. It was amazing…beyond amazing.
Osborn: Can I see the plans?
Trunks: Do we have a deal?
Osborn smiled…Trunks smiled as he slipped the plans he had made earlier. He watched as Osborn's eyes got wider and wider.
Osborn: My god it's so simple…this is genius pure genius. Did you really create this?
Thinking it was best to lie. Trunks nodded.
Osborn looked up his eyes hard. It took Trunks aback for a moment.
Osborn: If you want a job, you have it young man. Pick your pay, your hours what ever.
Trunks: That's nice, but right now I don't need one. I have 30 million dollars.
Osborn nodded his head still staring at the plans.
Trunks: But I'll tell you what. If I come up with anything else, I bring it here first.
Osborn was extremely pleased. He got the better of the deal…but the young man thought he did as well. That didn't happen often when everyone got what they wanted. He was also extremely excited. This capsule technology was incredible. Why didn't they think of it first? Osborn whipped out a check and wrote the boy 30 million. A very good deal indeed.
Back in the 'real' world Dr. Brief was just know telling his daughter and Vegeta the bad news. It took a moment for it to sink in. But when it did, the neighbor's neighbors were getting an earful.
Bulma: How could you!! You risked Trunks and Goten life!! They might even be dead now!
Bulma's mother thankfully was trying to calm Bulma down. It wasn't working very well though.
Dr. Brief: I don't believe they are dead. In fact I even know where they are and…mostly likely will be able to talk to them…but?
Bulma: But???
Dr. Brief: It may be awhile before I can get them back here…the machine is busted. I'm going to have to start all over.
Bulma sat down tears in her eyes. Her son, he was gone…but not really gone just a dimension away. This was awful…but what was worse is that somebody had to tell Chi-chi the bad news.
Bulma: Dad you get a communication up and running. I'm going to tell Chi-Chi.
There was dead silence…even Vegeta the prince of Saiy-jin's didn't have the balls to do that…he silently wondered if he should start looking for another mate.
Dr. Brief: Ok.
It's a bird, no it's a plane, no it's your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. Chuckling to himself Spiderman also known as Peter Parker swung with ease though the urban jungle. He liked the wind in his face and the sound of his spinnerets on his arms. Today he was taking it easy. If trouble were going to come, it would have to find him first. Which seemed to happen way to often for his liking. Oh well with a magnetic personally like his who could blame those poor suckers.
Suddenly down below him, Spiderman was nearly thrown off his webbing by a massive explosion.
'Damn it. Why can't I take a vacation like ever normal person'
Crawling down the side of a wall. He was nearly scorched to death, by a huge ball of fire. Luckily his spider sense kicked in just in the nick of time and he jumped away. Looking at the half-baked looney, Spiderman sighed. His one was weird, even by his standard. Some idiot was dressed up in some metal costume, torching the city and blowing holes in everything with the gun he was totting. Fortunally it looked like he didn't have any 'power' and was just some loon out for a BBQ.
Using his lighting reflexes Spiderman came barging in and punched him squarely in the gut.
OUCH!
The guy flew back, but wasn't hurt. He didn't even seem to feel it. What the hell was that suit made of?
Jumping back, Spiderman felt the heat of the flame before retreating back further, out of range from the torch.
'hmmm maybe I should let the cops handle this one. I know Africans like roasted spider…but this is New York.'
From inside the bank, Trunks watched the fire consuming crazy man. Goten was still cashing the check…after talking with Osborn. Trunks told him that they didn't have any Id's or anything. So Osborn set up a fake account that they could use. It appeared that the guy had a lot of connects…connects that most likely weren't discussed at board meetings.
Goten: Got it.
Goten held up two bankcards. One for each.
Trunks just nodded still watching the fireman. Goten's eyes followed his line of sight. He saw him just as another car went up in a massive ball of fire.
Goten: Wow…who's that?
Trunks shrugged.
Goten: He's going to hurt somebody…should we do something?
Trunks smiled he was hoping Goten would say that.
Trunks: I'm frustrated! This guy will be a great stress reliever. Lets go pound his face in!
Goten: But we don't want to blow our cover…do we?
To answer Goten's question Trunks help out a small watch. Goten smiled he knew what it was. It was the same kind of watch that Bulma had given Gohan when he was Saiyaman.
Trunks: I designed them myself.
Walking out of the bank they both pushed the buttons on their watch. Instantly they became costumed heroes.
Goten: Cool, this looks even better than Gohan's outfit.
Trunks rolled his eyes. Both outfits were basically a take off of the Saiy-jin armor except they include a mask. Trunks costume was black and included his favorite sword. And Goten's was a light blue and white.
Not noticing the two new arrivals, Spiderman made another attempt to put the man down. This time however he wasn't so luckily. By some bizarre twist of fate, a stray bullet hit him. Pain shot though his middle as the bullet ripped though him. Peter had never been shot before. And while it was less painful than some of the things he had been though with his 'villains' this was certainly just as deadly…if not more. I'm going to die…funny how countless villains and weirdoes couldn't do what one crazed armed son of a bitch could…kill Spiderman.
The man turned aimed his gun, right at Spiderman's face, a killing shot.
Suddenly a man was in front of him. Spiderman blinked…what the hell? He hadn't even seen him move in front of him…he was just there. Then casually he reached out and crunched the end of his gun. Spiderman couldn't believe it, was this guy crazy to. He felt a sickening feeling as the man's torch came to life and ended the life of…whoever that was…poor prick. Spiderman sent a prayer with the guy's soul. Hoping it was quick.
When the flames reseeded Spider man gasped, the guy hadn't move…he wasn't hurt…hell his suit was barely even scorched?
The man reached his fist back way into last Tuesday and delivered a punch that sent the man crashing into a brick wall.
Spiderman gasped as the wall didn't stop him, a cloud of dust rose from the destroyed structure.
Goten: All right good shot!!
There were two of them. He hadn't noticed that before. Who the hell were they. Both were dressed alike except for their coloring, heck they even seemed to move as one. As they did a small victory…dance??
At this point Peter was feeling really weak. He was losing a lot of blood. But that didn't bother him as much as the thought that his identity was going to be discovered. He was too weak to move. He couldn't leave…and thus the story of his life. Hell he could read the newspapers headlines already. Photographer is Spiderman, Spiderman is Peter Parker.
Goten: ehh…he looks bad.
Trunks: Ya he's lost a lot of blood.
Goten: What should we do??
Trunks thought a moment when snapped his figures.
Trunks: Lets get away from here. Bring him with you. I got an idea.
Nodding Goten picked up the strange costumed guy. Spiderman he guessed his name was. He had heard some people shout it out on the street, right before him and Trunks entered the fray.
He tried to fight back but Goten didn't give at all, and in his weakened state he was in no shape to fight.
They both took off flying at a good speed. Gasped of complete surprised followed them.
Once they were a good ways away. Trunks landed on a deserted rooftop.
Goten: What are we going to do?
Trunks: This.
Taking out a capsule Trunks opened it. Inside was just one small brown bag. Goten smiled he knew what was in that bag. Leaning down Trunks took off the ugly mask the guy was wearing. Trunks wasn't impressed, the guy looked almost too normal.
Trunks: Hey man, eat this.
Goten: Ya it'll make you feel better.
When the man made no move to take the bean. Trunks shoved it down his throat. The man coughed and sputtered, but swallowed the bean. Almost instantly he was healed, so instantly in fact he just sat there in surprise.
Peter: What the???
Goten: It's called a Senzu bean. It has healing powers.
Peter: You ain't kidding.
Suddenly Peter reached for his face…the mask it was gone! Looking in terror he saw it in the black costumed man hands.
The guy seemed confused then shrugged and handed it back to Peter.
Trunks: Don't worry man. We don't care who you are.
Peter: You two…you're not going to tell?? Are you??
Trunks: We don't know who you are…how can we tell.
Goten: And we did just save your life after all.
Spiderman: Right…Pardon me if I'm skeptical.
Trunks just nodded.
Trunks: Whatever man. Sorry to cut this meeting short but we gotta jet.
And the man proved that he really needed too, by levitating a full 3 feet off the roof and flying flying away!
Spiderman: Wait!!
Both men stopped mid-air and turned.
Spiderman: Who are you two??
The two men turned to each other and started what seemed to Peter the strangest conversation he ever heard.
Trunks: Well haven't really thought about it…
Goten: Ya we can't use our real names.
Trunks: But do we want to do this…fight crime and all.
Goten: Why not. My brother did.
Trunks: Your brother was a dork!
Goten: Was not!! Was not!! He was the coolest!
Trunks: What ever! I guess we don't have anything else to do? Anyway…hmmm…I'll be Blade!
Trunks lovingly patted the sword on his back.
Goten: I'm Saiyaman.
Trunks: You got to be kidding.
Goten: That's the coolest super hero name ever! You're just jealous that my family has the copy writes to it.
Trunks: What ever.
Spiderman: Well umm thanks Blade and Saiyaman.
Goten: No problem! See ya later!
And with that the two really weird guys took off.
Spiderman stood up a bit shakily and inspected his middle. There was a hole in the suit were the bullet hit him…but he was completely healed. That weird nasty tasting bean cured him. Weird.
Staring off into the space where Blade and Saiyaman flew off. He should probably prepare just in case those two talked. He didn't want to wake up one day and find cameras in his front lawn. Nothing to drastic, some cloths, money and food…needed to be put back. Maybe travel plans if he really had to go.
Spiderman: Well I better go. Aunt May cooking roast beef tonight