Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Alternate Timelines Indeed ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Arigatomina 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.07.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 541 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.07.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 541 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's Notes: This fic *will* be Piccolox4. I have made this clear enough. Flames are accepted but not for the pairing, I've given enough warnings.
Category: Yaoi, crossover, DBZ/GW, partial AU
Warnings: none
Pairings: 1+2/2+1, 3+4/4+3, will be Piccolox4, Trunksx2, 1x2, 3x4
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
Alternate Timelines Indeed
Part 2
Quatre came to consciousness slowly, not moving as he listened to what sounded like talking. Out of habit, he opened his eyes the barest of cracks as he checked out his situation, not giving away the fact that he was awake. Then his eyes latched onto something that had him freezing in shock and not a little disbelief. There was a tall man standing in a group of people not far from him. The man had pointed ears and green skin. Fighting his urge to stare in shock, he kept his body still as he looked around the room as much as he could without turning his head. He was on a hard bed of sorts, and Duo lay in a similar one beside him. Looking at the longhaired pilot through his pale lashes, Quatre spotted a dark bruise on the side of his neck. His eyes flicked back to the group of strangers talking not far from him and he saw the green skinned man turn to look at him.
Moving quickly, he sat up and slid off the bed, positioning himself so that his back was to the bed Duo was lying on. His hand slipped to where he'd stowed his gun and he waited as the people's attention focused on him. When a short man moved forward, Quatre pulled the gun, not pointing it, but holding it where it could be seen in plain warning. The short man stopped, eyes widening in surprise before turning to look up at the tall green man. Wondering if he had hit his head and was hallucinating, it was all the blonde pilot could do to hold his ground when the strange man moved toward him. Quatre flinched back, his pale blue-green eyes narrowed as he raised the gun slowly, aiming it at the man's chest.
* * *
As soon as they'd returned with the two boys, Bulma had them come down to the infirmary attached to the house. After checking them, she had pronounced them both human and healthy, although the brown-haired one had a bump on the back of his head that indicated he'd hit it pretty hard in the crash. Curious about the way the boys looked, Piccolo had joined Trunks, Yamcha and Krillin downstairs. Even Vegeta had pulled himself away from the television in order to see the strange boys, although no one was really sure why. They obviously weren't threats with their thin bodies. In comparison to the fighters' large muscles, they might as well have been girls.
After answering his mother's questions regarding the shuttle, Trunks told her about his thought that the boys must be from a different region. Although she agreed that their looks were different somehow, Bulma was arguing with Krillin about the possibility of there being a technologically advanced region that they hadn't heard of when Piccolo straightened suddenly. With his keen hearing, he noticed the breath of one of the boys catch. Vegeta saw the Namek's attention turn and watched as the tall man moved his head to stare at the blonde boy. Following his gaze, he saw the boy leap out of the bed, stopping in front of the other unconscious one.
Seeing the movement, the others dropped their conversation, and Krillin looked at the boy in surprise as the blonde pulled out a rather large handgun. Eyebrow raising at the thought of a gun stopping a fighter, Krillin halted, his gaze going to Piccolo. The tall man nodded sharply, moving to disarm the boy before he could hurt himself or Bulma, the others not being very susceptible to injury from a mere bullet. He'd no more than taken a step forward when the gun was trained on him and he blinked at the determination in the boy's eyes. He was protecting his friend. Stopping in his tracks, Piccolo was about to tell Bulma to talk to the boy when Vegeta took things into his own hands.
The saiyan prince was disgusted that the boy hadn't been disarmed immediately, and he stalked forward, not the least bit put off by the threat of the gun. He was two feet from the small boy when he pulled the trigger. Raising a hand, Vegeta glowed with pale blue-white light for a second as he met the bullet unharmed, then he sneered. Movement blurred by speed, he snatched the gun up, holding it where the boy could see as he slowly tightened his fist, the metal crumpling in his grip. Not giving the blonde time to react, he backhanded the boy, knocking him into the wall as he glared. He took a step after the boy, but paused as a hand gripped his wrist.
Vegeta turned his head slowly, raising an eyebrow at Piccolo's angry gaze. Glaring at the offending Namek, he jerked his arm out of his grip and turned to face him. "Don't interfere," he growled.
"What do you plan to do?" the tall man asked scathingly as he stared down the saiyan. "Kill him? A human child?"
"Man enough to threaten a saiyan," Vegeta said tightly. "I'll teach him respect."
"No."
Eyes widening slightly, Vegeta frowned at him. "Are *you* challenging me, Namek?" he asked slowly, a smirk marring his face as he looked over the tall man. "You wouldn't stand a chance." When the green man didn't flinch or look away, the saiyan glanced at the pale boy and made a noise of disgust as he shoved Piccolo out of the way and stalked to the door. "You're pathetic."
Furious that the saiyan would attack someone so unable to defend himself, Piccolo took a step toward the fallen boy. Then he paused in surprise, eyes widening slightly as the blonde moved, pushing himself to his knees before climbing to his feet. The entire side of his face was coloring quickly, but the boy's eyes were calm as he faced the tall man, telling him without words that he'd had worse and come through victorious. Nodding to the boy, although he didn't speak, Piccolo closed the distance between them as he took hold of the boy's arms, lifting him momentarily and setting him back on the bed before stepping back and folding his arms over his chest. Eyes still wide, the boy frowned at him for a minute before turning his head to look at the other boy.
"Now *that* was a mistake."
Head snapping around, Quatre's eyes latched onto the short man who grinned, raising his empty hands in the symbol of peaceful intentions. His hands were clenched in fists at his sides and he watched as the other three people in the room followed the first's example and stepped forward. Looking from the woman with surprisingly light blue hair to the young man with shoulder-length, lavender hair, Quatre again wondered if he wasn't hallucinating. It wasn't too far-fetched of a worry since they'd been surviving on an impure oxygen supply for quite a while.
"You really shouldn't have gotten on Vegeta's bad side so quickly. He's got quite a temper," the short man said, still smiling as Quatre's eyes took in the strange circles on his forehead.
Quatre glanced at the four people, his eyes wanting to move to what he now thought must be an alien. Instead, he let his gaze settle on the short one who'd spoken, noting the fact that the man didn't seem to have a nose. Blinking, he looked closer then glanced at Duo again. "What's wrong with him?" he asked slowly, not sure what his status was or where he was.
"Minor head trauma," Bulma said helpfully, looking at the boy with an easy smile on her face. "He'll be fine, I'm sure. Now then, what's your name?"
Eyes moving to the alien again, he sighed as he shook his head slowly. This definitely wasn't OZ. Meeting the woman's friendly gaze, he took a deep breath and slowly relaxed his fists. "Quatre Reberba Winner," he said, head lifting with the pride he always felt when he gave his name. "And you?"
Bulma gave her name before turning suddenly. She pulled a jar off a counter against the far wall and returned to the boy, pushing his chin up as she twisted off the lid of the jar and handed it to Trunks. Giving the suddenly wary boy a reassuring look, she smeared the cool cream on the large bruise that was darkening before their eyes. "I can't apologize enough for Vegeta," she said tersely as she applied the stuff.
"No," Quatre said softly, doing his best not to flinch away from her touch. "I had a gun on him and he reacted accordingly. Besides, it's not as bad as it looks, I just bruise easily." Nodding at the woman's skeptical look, he smiled wryly. "I get the feeling he could have hit me a lot harder if he'd wanted to."
"You're right about that," the short man said, returning his wry smile. "The name's Krillin and Vegeta could have sent you right through the wall if he wanted."
Remembering the hot light that had stopped his bullet, Quatre didn't doubt his words. "Where is this?" he asked slowly, not sure if he should reveal where he was from. "I've never seen people like you." His eyes flicked to the tall green man before he snapped them back to the two who'd spoken to him.
When the boy professed ignorance at the name of the city, Trunks looked up. He'd been glaring at floor, furious with his father for attacking the boy and a bit ashamed as well since he knew the boy could have been disarmed without violence. But that caught his attention. "You're not from this planet," he said suddenly, wincing at the dark bruise when the boy turned to look at him in surprise. The blonde slowly shook his head and Trunks found himself the receptor of everyone's stare. "It's obvious. Just look at him."
Bulma shot her son a frown before leaning closer to the boy. She stared at him for a minute, then shook her head. "I've seen blonde boys before, Trunks."
"Have you seen anyone who looked like him?" Trunks asked, pointing to the brown-haired boy who was still unconscious on the other bed.
Moving to him, Bulma glanced from the boy to Quatre then back again. Then her eyes narrowed as she frowned at the blonde boy. "I think you're right. They're different. I'm not sure what it is..."
"They're pretty."
Eyes widening, Bulma whirled to pin Piccolo with a stunned look. Shrugging his shoulders, the Namek leaned against the wall as his eyes moved from the unconscious boy to the blonde, a smirk curving his lips when the blonde boy flushed lightly. "It's true."
Nodding, Trunks found himself the object of Bulma's stare. Smiling, he looked at the pale boy. "I'm Trunks, this is Yamcha," he waved to the black haired man standing behind him, smirking when he saw his eyes moving over the boy's face as if Yamcha were trying to see what Piccolo and he had seen. "And that is Piccolo. He's a Namek."
Nodding sharply, Piccolo watched the boy drag his eyes away from him, obviously fighting the urge to stare. "What are you?"
Blinking, Quatre looked to the woman and frowned. "I'm human," he said, eyes widening at their surprised and dubious expression. "I'm from Earth."
"So are we," Yamcha said slowly, feeling as confused as the boy looked. "This *is* earth."
* * *
TBC
Category: Yaoi, crossover, DBZ/GW, partial AU
Warnings: none
Pairings: 1+2/2+1, 3+4/4+3, will be Piccolox4, Trunksx2, 1x2, 3x4
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
Alternate Timelines Indeed
Part 2
Quatre came to consciousness slowly, not moving as he listened to what sounded like talking. Out of habit, he opened his eyes the barest of cracks as he checked out his situation, not giving away the fact that he was awake. Then his eyes latched onto something that had him freezing in shock and not a little disbelief. There was a tall man standing in a group of people not far from him. The man had pointed ears and green skin. Fighting his urge to stare in shock, he kept his body still as he looked around the room as much as he could without turning his head. He was on a hard bed of sorts, and Duo lay in a similar one beside him. Looking at the longhaired pilot through his pale lashes, Quatre spotted a dark bruise on the side of his neck. His eyes flicked back to the group of strangers talking not far from him and he saw the green skinned man turn to look at him.
Moving quickly, he sat up and slid off the bed, positioning himself so that his back was to the bed Duo was lying on. His hand slipped to where he'd stowed his gun and he waited as the people's attention focused on him. When a short man moved forward, Quatre pulled the gun, not pointing it, but holding it where it could be seen in plain warning. The short man stopped, eyes widening in surprise before turning to look up at the tall green man. Wondering if he had hit his head and was hallucinating, it was all the blonde pilot could do to hold his ground when the strange man moved toward him. Quatre flinched back, his pale blue-green eyes narrowed as he raised the gun slowly, aiming it at the man's chest.
* * *
As soon as they'd returned with the two boys, Bulma had them come down to the infirmary attached to the house. After checking them, she had pronounced them both human and healthy, although the brown-haired one had a bump on the back of his head that indicated he'd hit it pretty hard in the crash. Curious about the way the boys looked, Piccolo had joined Trunks, Yamcha and Krillin downstairs. Even Vegeta had pulled himself away from the television in order to see the strange boys, although no one was really sure why. They obviously weren't threats with their thin bodies. In comparison to the fighters' large muscles, they might as well have been girls.
After answering his mother's questions regarding the shuttle, Trunks told her about his thought that the boys must be from a different region. Although she agreed that their looks were different somehow, Bulma was arguing with Krillin about the possibility of there being a technologically advanced region that they hadn't heard of when Piccolo straightened suddenly. With his keen hearing, he noticed the breath of one of the boys catch. Vegeta saw the Namek's attention turn and watched as the tall man moved his head to stare at the blonde boy. Following his gaze, he saw the boy leap out of the bed, stopping in front of the other unconscious one.
Seeing the movement, the others dropped their conversation, and Krillin looked at the boy in surprise as the blonde pulled out a rather large handgun. Eyebrow raising at the thought of a gun stopping a fighter, Krillin halted, his gaze going to Piccolo. The tall man nodded sharply, moving to disarm the boy before he could hurt himself or Bulma, the others not being very susceptible to injury from a mere bullet. He'd no more than taken a step forward when the gun was trained on him and he blinked at the determination in the boy's eyes. He was protecting his friend. Stopping in his tracks, Piccolo was about to tell Bulma to talk to the boy when Vegeta took things into his own hands.
The saiyan prince was disgusted that the boy hadn't been disarmed immediately, and he stalked forward, not the least bit put off by the threat of the gun. He was two feet from the small boy when he pulled the trigger. Raising a hand, Vegeta glowed with pale blue-white light for a second as he met the bullet unharmed, then he sneered. Movement blurred by speed, he snatched the gun up, holding it where the boy could see as he slowly tightened his fist, the metal crumpling in his grip. Not giving the blonde time to react, he backhanded the boy, knocking him into the wall as he glared. He took a step after the boy, but paused as a hand gripped his wrist.
Vegeta turned his head slowly, raising an eyebrow at Piccolo's angry gaze. Glaring at the offending Namek, he jerked his arm out of his grip and turned to face him. "Don't interfere," he growled.
"What do you plan to do?" the tall man asked scathingly as he stared down the saiyan. "Kill him? A human child?"
"Man enough to threaten a saiyan," Vegeta said tightly. "I'll teach him respect."
"No."
Eyes widening slightly, Vegeta frowned at him. "Are *you* challenging me, Namek?" he asked slowly, a smirk marring his face as he looked over the tall man. "You wouldn't stand a chance." When the green man didn't flinch or look away, the saiyan glanced at the pale boy and made a noise of disgust as he shoved Piccolo out of the way and stalked to the door. "You're pathetic."
Furious that the saiyan would attack someone so unable to defend himself, Piccolo took a step toward the fallen boy. Then he paused in surprise, eyes widening slightly as the blonde moved, pushing himself to his knees before climbing to his feet. The entire side of his face was coloring quickly, but the boy's eyes were calm as he faced the tall man, telling him without words that he'd had worse and come through victorious. Nodding to the boy, although he didn't speak, Piccolo closed the distance between them as he took hold of the boy's arms, lifting him momentarily and setting him back on the bed before stepping back and folding his arms over his chest. Eyes still wide, the boy frowned at him for a minute before turning his head to look at the other boy.
"Now *that* was a mistake."
Head snapping around, Quatre's eyes latched onto the short man who grinned, raising his empty hands in the symbol of peaceful intentions. His hands were clenched in fists at his sides and he watched as the other three people in the room followed the first's example and stepped forward. Looking from the woman with surprisingly light blue hair to the young man with shoulder-length, lavender hair, Quatre again wondered if he wasn't hallucinating. It wasn't too far-fetched of a worry since they'd been surviving on an impure oxygen supply for quite a while.
"You really shouldn't have gotten on Vegeta's bad side so quickly. He's got quite a temper," the short man said, still smiling as Quatre's eyes took in the strange circles on his forehead.
Quatre glanced at the four people, his eyes wanting to move to what he now thought must be an alien. Instead, he let his gaze settle on the short one who'd spoken, noting the fact that the man didn't seem to have a nose. Blinking, he looked closer then glanced at Duo again. "What's wrong with him?" he asked slowly, not sure what his status was or where he was.
"Minor head trauma," Bulma said helpfully, looking at the boy with an easy smile on her face. "He'll be fine, I'm sure. Now then, what's your name?"
Eyes moving to the alien again, he sighed as he shook his head slowly. This definitely wasn't OZ. Meeting the woman's friendly gaze, he took a deep breath and slowly relaxed his fists. "Quatre Reberba Winner," he said, head lifting with the pride he always felt when he gave his name. "And you?"
Bulma gave her name before turning suddenly. She pulled a jar off a counter against the far wall and returned to the boy, pushing his chin up as she twisted off the lid of the jar and handed it to Trunks. Giving the suddenly wary boy a reassuring look, she smeared the cool cream on the large bruise that was darkening before their eyes. "I can't apologize enough for Vegeta," she said tersely as she applied the stuff.
"No," Quatre said softly, doing his best not to flinch away from her touch. "I had a gun on him and he reacted accordingly. Besides, it's not as bad as it looks, I just bruise easily." Nodding at the woman's skeptical look, he smiled wryly. "I get the feeling he could have hit me a lot harder if he'd wanted to."
"You're right about that," the short man said, returning his wry smile. "The name's Krillin and Vegeta could have sent you right through the wall if he wanted."
Remembering the hot light that had stopped his bullet, Quatre didn't doubt his words. "Where is this?" he asked slowly, not sure if he should reveal where he was from. "I've never seen people like you." His eyes flicked to the tall green man before he snapped them back to the two who'd spoken to him.
When the boy professed ignorance at the name of the city, Trunks looked up. He'd been glaring at floor, furious with his father for attacking the boy and a bit ashamed as well since he knew the boy could have been disarmed without violence. But that caught his attention. "You're not from this planet," he said suddenly, wincing at the dark bruise when the boy turned to look at him in surprise. The blonde slowly shook his head and Trunks found himself the receptor of everyone's stare. "It's obvious. Just look at him."
Bulma shot her son a frown before leaning closer to the boy. She stared at him for a minute, then shook her head. "I've seen blonde boys before, Trunks."
"Have you seen anyone who looked like him?" Trunks asked, pointing to the brown-haired boy who was still unconscious on the other bed.
Moving to him, Bulma glanced from the boy to Quatre then back again. Then her eyes narrowed as she frowned at the blonde boy. "I think you're right. They're different. I'm not sure what it is..."
"They're pretty."
Eyes widening, Bulma whirled to pin Piccolo with a stunned look. Shrugging his shoulders, the Namek leaned against the wall as his eyes moved from the unconscious boy to the blonde, a smirk curving his lips when the blonde boy flushed lightly. "It's true."
Nodding, Trunks found himself the object of Bulma's stare. Smiling, he looked at the pale boy. "I'm Trunks, this is Yamcha," he waved to the black haired man standing behind him, smirking when he saw his eyes moving over the boy's face as if Yamcha were trying to see what Piccolo and he had seen. "And that is Piccolo. He's a Namek."
Nodding sharply, Piccolo watched the boy drag his eyes away from him, obviously fighting the urge to stare. "What are you?"
Blinking, Quatre looked to the woman and frowned. "I'm human," he said, eyes widening at their surprised and dubious expression. "I'm from Earth."
"So are we," Yamcha said slowly, feeling as confused as the boy looked. "This *is* earth."
* * *
TBC