Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Alternate Timelines Indeed ❯ Part 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Arigatomina 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.07.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 530 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.07.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 530 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's Notes: There will be lemons for each of the four pairings. Just another warning in advance.
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 3
"That's not possible..." Staring at the black-haired man, Quatre shook his head slowly. //Can there really be two planets with people calling themselves humans? Two planets, both called earth?// His thoughts were interrupted by a soft groan from the bed across from where he sat, and he turned quickly, looking over Krillin's head to see Duo's hand move, lifted to touch his head as the boy slowly opened his eyes.
"Anyone catch the name of the mobile suit that hit me?" Duo muttered, rubbing his eyes before pushing himself onto an elbow. Then he froze as his eyes caught sight of the room's occupants. "Uh, Quatre? Who're your friends?"
Letting out a sigh of relief, Quatre smiled at Duo's warily confused expression. "I'm still not sure, but they're not OZ."
"I could tell," Duo said slowly, staring at Piccolo for a moment, one eyebrow raised. "And I'd say we aren't in Kansas either." Catching Quatre's confused look, he shook his head, wincing when it hurt at the sudden movement. Hand moving to touch the bump, Duo frowned at Quatre, noticing the dark bruise before his eyes moved over the other people. Seeing movement at the back of the room, he grinned suddenly. "Who's the munchkin?"
"Trunks! Goodness, I completely forgot you were down here. What are you doing, crawling around on the floor and getting all dirty." Smiling, Bulma moved to the small lavender-haired baby who was making his way towards them.
Although his head was covered by a small cap, Quatre could see bits of hair sticking out over his forehead, and he stared at the baby's face for a moment before looking at the lavender-haired teen who was standing near them. "Is that your son?" Blinking at the shocked looks he drew, Quatre's eyes widened. "Well...he has the same name as you," he said to Trunks, his voice hesitant when the boy suddenly started laughing.
Frowning, Duo looked from the laughing youth to the baby Bulma had picked up. "Actually, I think he looks just like you, Trunks, was it?"
"He should," Krillin said, laughing at the mistake. "That *is* Trunks. He came back from the future, that's him in our time."
Eyes moving to the funny-looking bald man, Duo suddenly grinned. "This is a dream, right? I mean, come on. Little--well, big green men and time travel? Hey Quatre, pinch me, would you?"
Glancing at Duo, Quatre shook his head. "I don't think so. They say they're humans and that this is earth. As strange as this is, it isn't a dream."
"Fine. Okay, if you say so." Looking at the people, Duo flashed them a quick grin. "Nice to meet you," he said quickly. "I'd love to stay, but we have a war to fight. Quatre, how long till we can go?"
Blinking when the long-haired boy's expression when from bright to serious, Quatre frowned. "I don't even know where we are. And our shuttle..." He looked up at Bulma, who was standing next to the bed. "Did it make it?"
"I don't know," Bulma shrugged. "Trunks? I'll have to see it."
"I don't know what you guys are doing down there, but get up here quick! Cell's on the television!"
The voice carried down the stairs, and was like an electrical current. Jerking, Bulma and the Z fighters made a B-line for the stairs. Staring at each other in shock when they abruptly found themselves alone, Duo and Quatre blinked for a moment.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Duo said lightly, sliding off the bed and heading for the stairs. "You can walk, right?"
Nodding, Quatre joined him.
* * *
"Oh man, this is bad," Krillin moaned, staring at the television.
"He's *mocking* us," Vegeta said, his voice low as he glared at the image.
"Well, I guess if we all train one of us may be able to do it," Trunks said slowly. "We have time to train some more."
"Don't be so stupid, none of you stand a chance against him. The only one who can defeat Cell is me." Shoving past the others, Vegeta moved toward the door, but he paused when Trunks got in his way.
"Father, we can't think like that. We have to wait for Goku and Gohan to get out of the hyperbolic time chamber. It's the only chance we have," Trunks said, voice low as he tried to get through the saiyan's ego.
"I do *not* have to wait for *Kakarot*," Vegeta growled, shoving the boy the side. "I'll take Cell out on my own."
//Father...your pride is going to be the end of you. Why won't you listen to me? Can't you see we have to wait?// Staring after the saiyan, Trunks clenched his fists uselessly. There was nothing he could do and he knew it was no use trying to talk to the man. He simply wouldn't listen.
"He's your father?"
Glancing around, Trunks flushed as he saw Duo and Quatre standing near the stairs. With everything that had happened, he'd completely forgotten the boys. "Yeah."
"Is...Kakarot?...is he your father's enemy, or your ally?" Quatre asked, one hand curled lightly at the base of his throat, over his chest. He had sensed something from the black-haired man, his anger was so deep it was frightening.
"Well, you could say Goku, that's what we call him, he's like Vegeta's rival. He can't stand him. But Goku is the strongest fighter we have. Father's just too stubborn to admit he can't do this alone."
"There's more than that," Quatre said slowly, looking at the floor for a moment before meeting Trunk's pale blue eyes. "I think it hurts him that you have more faith in Goku than you do in him. It isn't just pride." While he didn't doubt the rage came from a long-kept anger, there had been flashes in those glaring black eyes.
Seeing the lavender-haired boy's shock at Quatre's words, Duo glanced at the others, looking at the television for a moment before pushing away from the doorway he was leaning against. "So who is this Cell? And why does he want to have a tournament with you?"
"He's an android," Trunks said shortly, still stunned as he thought about what the blonde boy had said. He had never even entertained such a notion as the one Quatre put forth, and he simply couldn't imagine it. His father cared nothing for him, he knew that for a fact. It was possible that Vegeta was angry that everyone had faith in Goku, but he didn't think the man could be hurt and certainly not by him.
"He's the worst monster this planet's ever seen," Krillin said vehemently as he moved to stand in front of Duo. "He's horrible. He just wants this tournament so he can humiliate us before he destroys the planet. Vegeta's a fool. There's no way we can win without Goku."
Catching the angered look Trunks shot the bald man, Duo eyed Krillin. The short man seemed completely oblivious to the anger directed at him. "What's your name?"
Krilling blinked in surprise, smiling as he moved a hand to scratch his head with embarrassment. "Krillin."
"Well, Krillin. If you don't have a chance against Cell, then why are you worrying about it? Just stay here until it's over. Leave the fighting to those who can fight." Not bothered by the man's shocked and slightly insulted look, Duo shrugged. "Well, you did say the only one who could do anything was this Goku. So why would you go?"
"I'm a Z fighter," Krillin said, as if that explained everything. "We stick together."
Meeting Quatre's eyes, Duo grinned. "They sound like us, neh? Gundam pilots stick together even if we have no chance of winning."
"You're fighters?"
Looking up at the incredulous tone, Quatre saw Piccolo move forward. "Yes. We don't fight androids though, we don't have those where we come from."
Eyeing the small boy, Piccolo's eyes narrowed. "You don't look like a fighter."
"Neither does Heero without his suit," Duo put in, not liking the way the Namek was looking down on his friend. "Our strength is in the suits we use. Mobile suits. I guess you guys don't have those here."
"I don't know what those are," Piccolo said, still eyeing Quatre. "We rely on our own power to fight. But even that isn't enough to beat Cell."
Seeing Duo's confusion, Trunks sighed. "Do you have power? Like this?" Raising a hand, he raised his power level ever so slightly so a light blue-white fire seemed to flow over him.
Duo's eyes widened in awe, and he took a quick step forward, his hand moving to feel the heat and energy radiating from the saiyan. Shaking his head, he looked at Trunks for a moment before turning to Piccolo with respect in his eyes. "Can you do that too?" he asked, letting out a soft oath when the green skinned man nodded sharply. "Wow. I guess it's understandable that you don't see us as fighters then. This is amazing. And that android, Cell, he's stronger than you?"
"Than me," Piccolo said, voice harsh.
"Stronger than all of you?" Quatre asked softly, trying to imagine such power.
"None of us has been able to stand against him."
"Even together? I can't imagine."
"You won't have to," Krillin said quickly, jumping back into the conversation as Quatre's eyes moved to him. "You'll see when that tournament starts. But then, we'll have Goku there too. Who knows, maybe he and Gohan, his son, have gotten strong enough to defeat Cell."
"You guys really rely on him, don't you. This Goku?" Frowning, Duo suddenly moved back to where he'd leaned before, folding his arms over his chest as he stared at the floor. //Just like us with Heero. Heero...//
* * *
//He just refuses to give up. He must really...love him.// Face blank as he watched Trowa scanning the coordinates again, Heero clenched his teeth. They had decided on using a single shuttle, but there was no sense of shared hope at all. //But that makes him as much of a fool as me. Only he has no excuse for not telling Quatre how he felt. They're so close, it's obvious. As for me, I never share my feelings.// Remembering the last angry words he'd shared with Duo, he gripped the armrest of his chair, squeezing it until it creaked ominously causing Trowa to glance in his direction.
"I think I may have found something," Trowa said, voice toneless as always. "If my estimates are right, they would have been here when the hull was breached." Pointing to a spot on the map in front of him, he looked back to Heero. "The trajectory should have sent them in this direction. If we assume they maintain a straight course, we should be able to follow them."
"Trowa, you're forgetting the air supply. The oxygen would have run out hours ago."
Meeting Heero's cold eyes, Trowa glared for a moment before turning away. "You don't have to go with me. It's obvious you've given up hope, and I don't want you with me if you're going to keep saying things like that. There's no reason to. If I follow this course, I'll find out, one way or the other. No matter what, I'd rather know."
"I'm going," Heero said, voice not leaving Trowa any room to disagree. "Hope is foolish at this point but..." Looking down, his eyes narrowed as he clenched his fists again. "I want to know, too."
* * *
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 3
"That's not possible..." Staring at the black-haired man, Quatre shook his head slowly. //Can there really be two planets with people calling themselves humans? Two planets, both called earth?// His thoughts were interrupted by a soft groan from the bed across from where he sat, and he turned quickly, looking over Krillin's head to see Duo's hand move, lifted to touch his head as the boy slowly opened his eyes.
"Anyone catch the name of the mobile suit that hit me?" Duo muttered, rubbing his eyes before pushing himself onto an elbow. Then he froze as his eyes caught sight of the room's occupants. "Uh, Quatre? Who're your friends?"
Letting out a sigh of relief, Quatre smiled at Duo's warily confused expression. "I'm still not sure, but they're not OZ."
"I could tell," Duo said slowly, staring at Piccolo for a moment, one eyebrow raised. "And I'd say we aren't in Kansas either." Catching Quatre's confused look, he shook his head, wincing when it hurt at the sudden movement. Hand moving to touch the bump, Duo frowned at Quatre, noticing the dark bruise before his eyes moved over the other people. Seeing movement at the back of the room, he grinned suddenly. "Who's the munchkin?"
"Trunks! Goodness, I completely forgot you were down here. What are you doing, crawling around on the floor and getting all dirty." Smiling, Bulma moved to the small lavender-haired baby who was making his way towards them.
Although his head was covered by a small cap, Quatre could see bits of hair sticking out over his forehead, and he stared at the baby's face for a moment before looking at the lavender-haired teen who was standing near them. "Is that your son?" Blinking at the shocked looks he drew, Quatre's eyes widened. "Well...he has the same name as you," he said to Trunks, his voice hesitant when the boy suddenly started laughing.
Frowning, Duo looked from the laughing youth to the baby Bulma had picked up. "Actually, I think he looks just like you, Trunks, was it?"
"He should," Krillin said, laughing at the mistake. "That *is* Trunks. He came back from the future, that's him in our time."
Eyes moving to the funny-looking bald man, Duo suddenly grinned. "This is a dream, right? I mean, come on. Little--well, big green men and time travel? Hey Quatre, pinch me, would you?"
Glancing at Duo, Quatre shook his head. "I don't think so. They say they're humans and that this is earth. As strange as this is, it isn't a dream."
"Fine. Okay, if you say so." Looking at the people, Duo flashed them a quick grin. "Nice to meet you," he said quickly. "I'd love to stay, but we have a war to fight. Quatre, how long till we can go?"
Blinking when the long-haired boy's expression when from bright to serious, Quatre frowned. "I don't even know where we are. And our shuttle..." He looked up at Bulma, who was standing next to the bed. "Did it make it?"
"I don't know," Bulma shrugged. "Trunks? I'll have to see it."
"I don't know what you guys are doing down there, but get up here quick! Cell's on the television!"
The voice carried down the stairs, and was like an electrical current. Jerking, Bulma and the Z fighters made a B-line for the stairs. Staring at each other in shock when they abruptly found themselves alone, Duo and Quatre blinked for a moment.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Duo said lightly, sliding off the bed and heading for the stairs. "You can walk, right?"
Nodding, Quatre joined him.
* * *
"Oh man, this is bad," Krillin moaned, staring at the television.
"He's *mocking* us," Vegeta said, his voice low as he glared at the image.
"Well, I guess if we all train one of us may be able to do it," Trunks said slowly. "We have time to train some more."
"Don't be so stupid, none of you stand a chance against him. The only one who can defeat Cell is me." Shoving past the others, Vegeta moved toward the door, but he paused when Trunks got in his way.
"Father, we can't think like that. We have to wait for Goku and Gohan to get out of the hyperbolic time chamber. It's the only chance we have," Trunks said, voice low as he tried to get through the saiyan's ego.
"I do *not* have to wait for *Kakarot*," Vegeta growled, shoving the boy the side. "I'll take Cell out on my own."
//Father...your pride is going to be the end of you. Why won't you listen to me? Can't you see we have to wait?// Staring after the saiyan, Trunks clenched his fists uselessly. There was nothing he could do and he knew it was no use trying to talk to the man. He simply wouldn't listen.
"He's your father?"
Glancing around, Trunks flushed as he saw Duo and Quatre standing near the stairs. With everything that had happened, he'd completely forgotten the boys. "Yeah."
"Is...Kakarot?...is he your father's enemy, or your ally?" Quatre asked, one hand curled lightly at the base of his throat, over his chest. He had sensed something from the black-haired man, his anger was so deep it was frightening.
"Well, you could say Goku, that's what we call him, he's like Vegeta's rival. He can't stand him. But Goku is the strongest fighter we have. Father's just too stubborn to admit he can't do this alone."
"There's more than that," Quatre said slowly, looking at the floor for a moment before meeting Trunk's pale blue eyes. "I think it hurts him that you have more faith in Goku than you do in him. It isn't just pride." While he didn't doubt the rage came from a long-kept anger, there had been flashes in those glaring black eyes.
Seeing the lavender-haired boy's shock at Quatre's words, Duo glanced at the others, looking at the television for a moment before pushing away from the doorway he was leaning against. "So who is this Cell? And why does he want to have a tournament with you?"
"He's an android," Trunks said shortly, still stunned as he thought about what the blonde boy had said. He had never even entertained such a notion as the one Quatre put forth, and he simply couldn't imagine it. His father cared nothing for him, he knew that for a fact. It was possible that Vegeta was angry that everyone had faith in Goku, but he didn't think the man could be hurt and certainly not by him.
"He's the worst monster this planet's ever seen," Krillin said vehemently as he moved to stand in front of Duo. "He's horrible. He just wants this tournament so he can humiliate us before he destroys the planet. Vegeta's a fool. There's no way we can win without Goku."
Catching the angered look Trunks shot the bald man, Duo eyed Krillin. The short man seemed completely oblivious to the anger directed at him. "What's your name?"
Krilling blinked in surprise, smiling as he moved a hand to scratch his head with embarrassment. "Krillin."
"Well, Krillin. If you don't have a chance against Cell, then why are you worrying about it? Just stay here until it's over. Leave the fighting to those who can fight." Not bothered by the man's shocked and slightly insulted look, Duo shrugged. "Well, you did say the only one who could do anything was this Goku. So why would you go?"
"I'm a Z fighter," Krillin said, as if that explained everything. "We stick together."
Meeting Quatre's eyes, Duo grinned. "They sound like us, neh? Gundam pilots stick together even if we have no chance of winning."
"You're fighters?"
Looking up at the incredulous tone, Quatre saw Piccolo move forward. "Yes. We don't fight androids though, we don't have those where we come from."
Eyeing the small boy, Piccolo's eyes narrowed. "You don't look like a fighter."
"Neither does Heero without his suit," Duo put in, not liking the way the Namek was looking down on his friend. "Our strength is in the suits we use. Mobile suits. I guess you guys don't have those here."
"I don't know what those are," Piccolo said, still eyeing Quatre. "We rely on our own power to fight. But even that isn't enough to beat Cell."
Seeing Duo's confusion, Trunks sighed. "Do you have power? Like this?" Raising a hand, he raised his power level ever so slightly so a light blue-white fire seemed to flow over him.
Duo's eyes widened in awe, and he took a quick step forward, his hand moving to feel the heat and energy radiating from the saiyan. Shaking his head, he looked at Trunks for a moment before turning to Piccolo with respect in his eyes. "Can you do that too?" he asked, letting out a soft oath when the green skinned man nodded sharply. "Wow. I guess it's understandable that you don't see us as fighters then. This is amazing. And that android, Cell, he's stronger than you?"
"Than me," Piccolo said, voice harsh.
"Stronger than all of you?" Quatre asked softly, trying to imagine such power.
"None of us has been able to stand against him."
"Even together? I can't imagine."
"You won't have to," Krillin said quickly, jumping back into the conversation as Quatre's eyes moved to him. "You'll see when that tournament starts. But then, we'll have Goku there too. Who knows, maybe he and Gohan, his son, have gotten strong enough to defeat Cell."
"You guys really rely on him, don't you. This Goku?" Frowning, Duo suddenly moved back to where he'd leaned before, folding his arms over his chest as he stared at the floor. //Just like us with Heero. Heero...//
* * *
//He just refuses to give up. He must really...love him.// Face blank as he watched Trowa scanning the coordinates again, Heero clenched his teeth. They had decided on using a single shuttle, but there was no sense of shared hope at all. //But that makes him as much of a fool as me. Only he has no excuse for not telling Quatre how he felt. They're so close, it's obvious. As for me, I never share my feelings.// Remembering the last angry words he'd shared with Duo, he gripped the armrest of his chair, squeezing it until it creaked ominously causing Trowa to glance in his direction.
"I think I may have found something," Trowa said, voice toneless as always. "If my estimates are right, they would have been here when the hull was breached." Pointing to a spot on the map in front of him, he looked back to Heero. "The trajectory should have sent them in this direction. If we assume they maintain a straight course, we should be able to follow them."
"Trowa, you're forgetting the air supply. The oxygen would have run out hours ago."
Meeting Heero's cold eyes, Trowa glared for a moment before turning away. "You don't have to go with me. It's obvious you've given up hope, and I don't want you with me if you're going to keep saying things like that. There's no reason to. If I follow this course, I'll find out, one way or the other. No matter what, I'd rather know."
"I'm going," Heero said, voice not leaving Trowa any room to disagree. "Hope is foolish at this point but..." Looking down, his eyes narrowed as he clenched his fists again. "I want to know, too."
* * *
TBC