Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Stolen Past, Stolen Future ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Stolen Past, Stolen Future

Chapter 2

Vegeta was pissed. He'd been threatened by his weak human mate. He the most powerful Saiyajin prince that had ever lived had been reduced to taking orders from a weak mate. All because he didn't want to attend some damn beach party with her idiotic friends. He snorted why should he want to spend time with her friends--especially that damn Kakkarot. He did not need to be bothered by him, and his always sunny attitude.

But now he had too, his mate's ultimatum had been simple: either come with her now, or spend a week as a human male. He laughed at her, she would never be able to turn him into a human male, no matter how good her inventions were. Then she smirked at him and pulled out a long black box, inside laying on a bed of velvet sat the dragonballs. She could make good on her outlandish threat. Vegeta tightened his tucked arms even more as he thought about how she'd tricked him; his only consolation was thinking of innumerable ways to kill her.

"All right, the beach," yipped Trunks as he came flying out of the house with a small bag. He was wearing a purple swimming shorts, a white tee-shirt and flip-flops. He looked up at his dad leaning against the car grinning. "This is going to be so much fun." He flashed another white toothy smile and hopped into the back of the car.

Vegeta arched a regal brow at his son use of the word "fun." No matter how hard he trained Trunks, his Saiyan half had yet to defeat his human side. Of course in his eyes it was all Bulma's fault. She coddled the boy to damn much. "Fun," snorted Vegeta. "That's a word I'm tired of hearing."

Bulma skillfully closed the door behind her without waking the precious cargo in her arms. As she walked toward the car and Vegeta she let a satisfied smile cross her face. She nodded at the clothes he had chosen to wear for their family excursion. He looked almost human in his white tee-shirt and biker shorts, and black tennis shoes. She winked at him.

A slight blush appeared on Vegeta's face as he glared at her. Grudgingly he admitted to himself that she looked quite nice in her sea-green sarong. After giving birth to two half-saiyan children she managed to keep her trim figure. He glared at as she neared him.

Bulma glared right back into his cold black eyes. She'd been with Vegeta for too many years to be afraid of his dark looks. They may freeze enemies, or their children in their tracks, but it did nothing for her. She was use to his moods, and unspoken body language. "So, I see you're ready Vegeta," she smirked. "I'm so happy that you were able to join us."

"Yes, I couldn't resist your invitation. A day at the beach with Kakkarot and friends sounds like so much fun. I just had to come," replied Vegeta his words dripping with sarcasm.

A small yawn was let out before Bulma could reply and the young girl in her arms came awake. As blue eyes met blue eyes, she smiled. "Are you awake Bra," cooed Bulma to the young girl.

Bra nodded. She lifted her small hands and rubbed at her eyes, removing the grainy feeling. She pushed against her mother and angled her neck around as far it could go to see where the deep voice came from that she had heard. Spotting the spiky black hair Bra let out a squeal and promptly launched herself into her father's arms.

Vegeta caught his youngest offspring close to him and lifted her up. She smiled down at him, with her mother's same sweet smile. Clasping his face in her four year old hands she laid a small kiss on his cheek. "Hi Daddy," she whispered before she snuggled back into his arms. Her favorite spot to be.

Vegeta blushed. All his years on this planet never prepared him for the onslaught of emotion that his daughter would bring. Since the day she was born, and she looked up at him, he'd been her slave. She knew it and he knew it. She'd used her position to cuddle up to him and lavish kisses on him knowing he couldn't get "really" angry with her. Vegeta looked up at Bulma, "I'll put her in the car seat."

Bulma nodded and opened the driver's side of the car. She got in and adjusted the mirrors, "So, Trunks are you ready to go to the beach."

"Yeah it's going to be so fun," said Trunks as he pulled down the car seat for his father. "Goten, and I are going to hunt for buried treasure on the beach."

Bra squirmed as her father tried to lower her into the car seat. "I-I don't want to sit back here with Nii-chan," she whined. "I want to sit with you." She tried to wrap her small hands around his neck.

Vegeta groaned. "You can't. So, tell me why you don't want to sit back here with your brother."

Bra puckered up her lips and crossed her arms. "Because he stinks!"

"I do not!" yelled Trunks. "I took a bath today."

"You still stink."

"I do not!"

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Enough!" roared Vegeta. He knew their "yes I do's," and "I do not's" could last the whole car trip if he didn't stop it now. "Bra, Trunks does not stink. I would tell him if he did." Vegeta shut the back door and climbed into the front grumbling about the things people force princes to put up with. "Woman, start the car. And let's go, the sooner we get there the sooner we can come back."

Bulma smiled. "All right." She fired up the engine. "Now let's go have fun at the beach!"

"Yeah," echoed Trunks in the back.

While Vegeta rolled his eyes at the use of the word 'fun,' and Bra still thought her brother stunk.

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"So, this is Earth," commented Prince Zeric as he stood in front of the view screen gazing at the blue-green planet. "It looks like a nice planet to tour."

"Well, we didn't come here for looking, your highness," said Zanik as he took up stance slightly behind the prince. "We're here to pick up the 'great warrior' that Great Zyfare says will end the war for us."

Zeric clasped his hands behind his back and turned blazing green eyes upon the soldier. "Do you still doubt the word of our God?"

"No, my lord," replied Zanik as he turned back to the screen. "I doubt his information. If this Saiyajin race was so powerful how come they allowed themselves to be destroyed? Why couldn't they stop their world's destruction?"

"Because Zanik some things are destined to happen. Even if they had repelled that destruction, someone stronger would have come to take that enemies place." Zeric moved closer to the screen. "Look at us Zu'uns, for years we've been a merchant race, and we've been lucky to hold off invaders, but now with Theoric…if God Zyfare had not involved himself in our war, then we too, might have ended up like the Saiyajins."

"Your words sound optimistic, sire," Zanik moved next to the prince. "We've yet to pick up this 'great warrior' and yet you use words that convey the battle has been fought and won." He glanced at the prince. "Have you put that much faith into this soldier's worth?"

Zeric chuckled. "Yes, I guess I have." He moved back to chair he was sitting in. "I have a feeling this warrior will change all our lives. And I don't mean with just ending the war with the Theoric."

"Hmm," said Zanik as he sat in his own chair. "I will put no such faith in this 'warrior' until I see him on the battlefield."

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"Trun ks," yelled Bulma stopping her eleven year old son before he could run off with Goten. "Keep an eye on your sister. She's coming with you." Bulma handed Bra her red ball and sent her toward her brother.

"Ahh, Mom," complained Trunks. "She's going to get in the way."

"No, she's not. She's got her red ball to play with," replied Bulma. "Plus it's only until Marron gets here and then she'll play with Bra."

"Fine," said Trunks as he caught his sister's hand and took off into the sky. "You better behave," he whispered looking at his sister in the eye. "Goten and I have some serious exploring to do."

Bra rolled her eyes at him. Once Pan got older then she would have someone her own age to play with and then she'd show her brother. "I'm not a baby I know how to play by myself. And if yell at me, I'll tell Daddy."

Trunks glared at her as they landed in a wooded area. "Just behave, and don't stray. Or I'll tell Mom. She outranks Dad."

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"Prin ce Zeric," called a technician. "We've landed in the designated location."

"Good," replied Zeric as he adjusted his position to turn to his companion. "I've been reading up on the information my father could have our scribes put together on the Saiyans, and of course what Great Zyfare has told us, and I've modified our approach."

"Oh," inquired Zanik lifting a tan brow. "So we're not going to walk up to him, and say 'We're from the Planet Zu'n. Could you come with us to defeat our enemy the Theoric? He's already killed several thousands of our people. Where he could do the same thing to you, but we have a hot tip that you could win.'"

"You know your sarcasm has gotten out of control Zanik," replied the prince as he regarded the soldier out of angry eyes. "It makes me wonder if my father was right when he sent you along on this mission."

Zanik drew in a deep breath holding it and then exhaling it. "I'm sorry your highness, for my unforgivable attitude."

Zeric nodded. "As I was saying about our new approach…"

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Bra absently bounced her ball up and down as she listened to her brother and his friend dig in a hole not so far away from her. They swore this time they found treasure, unlike the other six times they dug up a hole. She was bored, they let her dig on the first three holes but that soon got boring. I wonder if Marron is here yet? Marron loved to play with her. She glanced back to crater and saw her brother and Goten still digging furiously. It wasn't fair, he had a best friend to play with. Bra angrily kicked her ball and sent it into the dense surrounding wooded area. "My ball," she whispered. "Daddy gave me that ball." She looked back toward Trunks, and back to where her ball went flying. She could get her ball herself, she didn't need Trunks to do it, besides she was half saiyan, too.

Bra took off running to her ball. She ducked underneath some trees where she saw her ball roll. She stood up and bushed her shorts down and stopped short. There was a funny looking man holding her ball.

He had long black hair and green eyes, but his ears were elfin shaped. A gold circlet crown was wrapped around his head. He was wearing a long-sleeved green shirt and tights to match with long black boots that came up to his knees. Over his attire he wore a heavy black robe, and a silver broadsword. This man was over dressed for the beach! He walked closer holding out the ball. Bra looked at him and without hesitation she began walking backwards quickly. The strange man picked up pace too. Terrified Bra swung around to run, but found another man blocking her way he looked the same as the other except he was missing the crown and big robe. Bra looked between the men, her bottom lip trembled. "Trun--" The man rushed at her.

"Did she faint," asked Prince Zeric as he came forward to lift the small female child into his arms.

"Yes," replied Zanik feeling dirty for attacking a small defenseless child. "I came at her and she fell into my arms." He glanced at the child again. "I'm going." He turned around and disappeared.

Zeric looked down at the child in his arms, settled her more comfortably and disappeared into a black oval.

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Trunks stopped digging and stood up alert. "Ne, Goten," he turned to his friend. "Did you hear someone call my name?"

Goten stopped digging and stood up leaning on the shovel and listened. "Nope. I don't hear anything." He smiled and jabbed his friend in the ribs, "You must be hearing things. Probably because you're so old." He laughed expecting Trunks to laugh too.

Trunks dropped his shovel and levitated out of the opening, something was wrong. "Bra," he called as realized she was not where he last saw her. "Bra, come on out this isn't funny."

Goten flew up to him. "Where's Bra?"

"I don't know," whispered Trunks as a sinking feeling began to spread throughout his body. "Bra, come out now, or I'll tell Dad that you were being bad!"

Nothing.

Goten looked around, but didn't see Bra come running from anywhere. This was bad. "Trunks, where did you hear your name being called from?"

"From over there," Trunks pointed to the thick foliage. "Let's go check it out."

The two zoomed over to the heavily dense woods where they frantically searched from the air. They were going to give up when Goten pointed to a round red object on the ground.

Trunks landed softly. He picked up the red ball, and turned it over in his trembling hands. It was hers. It belonged to Bra. He looked to his friend with tears in his eyes, "This is Bra's ball. She would never leave it behind. Papa gave her this ball. What am I going to do?"

Goten looked up at him with a grim expression. "We have to tell our dads."

Trunks nodded. They took off to air once again.

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"Hey Trunks, Goten," waved Bulma and ChiChi as the two boys came into view and dropped down in front of them. She smiled at the two dirty rascals. "I was just about to send Gohan after you." She stood back, "Did you enjoy yourself--hunting treasure like old age explorers?" Bulma turned and looked behind the two boys. "Where's Bra? Are you trying pull another one of your nasty pranks on me boys?"

They didn't answer.

Trunks looked up into his mother's smiling face and burst into tears. He held out the red ball with a shaky hand. "I looked away for only a minute, I swear Mama. Just for a minute…"

"W-W-What? " said Bulma as she backed away from the red ball tears springing to her eyes. "N-N-No, Bra," she whispered. "Not my baby!"

ChiChi gasped. She looked toward her son, "Goten?"

Goten looked up at his mother, and he burst into tears also. "We searched, but we only found her ball." He looked toward Bulma. "I'm sorry Bulma-san…"

"Vegeta!" screamed Bulma as she ran to where her husband was standing yelling at Goku. "VEGETA!"

Vegeta glanced up, and saw Bulma barreling down towards him, with tears in her eyes. "Woman, what's wrong?" He asked as she flung herself into his arms.

"It's Bra," cried Bulma. "Bra's missing." She hugged him tighter and cried harder. The story she had been told coming out of her between sobs. "My b-baby…"

"It's okay Bulma," whispered Vegeta as he soothed and untangled her arms from around him. "I'll go find Bra, and bring her back to you."

"We'll all go Vegeta," said Goku. And the others gathered nodded their head.

Vegeta gave a small nod as he moved from Bulma's embrace giving her over to ChiChi.

The men jumped up, but were stopped when a dark oval appeared in front of them, and out walked a man. "You don't have to look for your daughter, Prince Vegeta. I'm General Zanik, and I have your daughter."

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End. Chpt. 2. Created [09/17/01] and finished [09/18/01]. Hey what do you know, chapter 2 is finished. Who saw that coming so, soon. Put your hand down. Okay coming next time: Let's Make A Deal. Hopefully by now you people know that I want it all. Send it to me at: pmchivas@hotmail.com or leave a message. Dark Shadow Princess.

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Yes, I know I made Bra's and Trunks age closer together. Remember I write A/U fics.