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Dragonball: Vertigo	By : Lucythebeast Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 2501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DragonBall V: A World Both
Familiar and Foreign

Chapter 21: Lavender Hair and Skinny? Yep, He’s a Saiyan!

Peasa shifted in her sleep as she was waking up and felt her
elbow hit something solid, hearing a low grunt a moment later she cracked her
eyes open and saw Vegeta glaring down at her. His eyes were red and swollen and
his countenance was frightfully grim. “Vegeta? What happened?”

The Saiyan prince sighed and titled his chin forward to
indicate that she should look forward. “We’re in an escape pod. Your uncle
Lehtus saved us… but he didn’t make it. I’m… sorry.”

Peasa’s eyes clenched closed but that didn’t stop the hot
tears from spilling out. “What about Cabitz?” She asked in a whisper.

Vegeta’s head lowered, unwilling to meet her pleading gaze.
“Gone. Kakkarot also. We’re all that’s left.”

Guilt washed over the young Saiyan girl as she realized the
only reason King Cold had found them was because of the Saiyan signal she had
broadcasted. “I’m sorry.” She mumbled. She tried to pull away from the prince
but her head hit the metal of the pod’s wall. <Sure is cramped in here.>

“It’s no one’s fault except that bastard Cold. He nearly
finished the job that Frieza started. But he’s gone now. We have no choice but
to go on. Unintentional bad effects to good intentioned actions should never be
held against someone.” Vegeta stated.

“You’re so full of it.” Peasa mumbled, scowling up at the
Saiyan prince.

Vegeta smirked. “Quiet. And don’t shift around so much, my
wrists are still broken.”

Peasa frowned. “Sorry.”

Vegeta just nodded. It wasn’t worth arguing about it
anymore. She would learn to just move on with life eventually.

**********************************

<Static………… “Bulma?”
Static……>

Bulma rushed over to the comm. computer
and held down the transmitter button. “Vegeta? Is that you?” <Silence>
“Damn it, why did he switch frequencies?!”

Bulma fiddled with the controls,
trying to locate Vegeta’s new broadcast frequency but he was switching them too
fast for her or the computer to lock on. He obviously didn’t know what he was
doing.

“Hello? Excuse me?” A gentle male voice floated in to the
room.

Bulma twisted in her seat and
stared in surprise at a young man with lavender hair. “Um… hello? What are you
doing here, young man?” <He looks familiar. Does he work here? Or maybe one
of his parents.>

Trunks wrung the bottom of his Capsule Corp. jacket
nervously and bit his bottom lip. “Ms. Briefs?”

Bulma rolled her eyes. “Yes? What
is it? Why are you bugging me, kid?”

Trunks paled. “Um… I’m sorry. I see that you’re busy. I’ll
leave. Gomen.” He disappeared before Bulma could say
anything more. She sighed and got up, grabbing the portable comm. unit in case
Vegeta settled on a frequency for longer than 2 seconds.

Bulma caught up to Trunks before
he could sneak far enough away to take off into the air, startling the boy.
“Hey! What is it you wanted? Just spill it, kiddo. Are you lost?”

Trunks blushed and looked down. “No Ma’am.”

Bulma scowled. “None of that ma’am
stuff. I’m too young and pretty for that!”

“Yes ma’am. I mean… um… Ms. Briefs.” Trunks blushed even
more.

Bulma sighed. <Damn he’s shy.
Cute though.> “What’s your name, kid?”

Trunks’ eyes widened in surprise. <Damn, what name could
I use?> “Um… it’s um… Joe. Yeah. Joe Boxers.” [AN: Snicker]

“Oh. That’s a strange name. Do your parents work here? Is
that why you wanted to talk to me?” Bulma asked
sweetly. <What’s up with him? Can he take his eyes off his shoes for at
least 5 seconds?>

“Uh… no. This was a mistake. I don’t know why I’m here. I
was looking for Mr. Son. I’ll leave. Gomen.” Trunks turned away.

Bulma felt like ripping her hair
out. <This kid is getting on my nerves.> “Drop the Mr. stuff. We don’t
use those titles in this part of the world. Who raised you, wolves?”

<Um… no you did actually.> Trunks thought. “Is Son
here?” He asked hopefully.

“No, Goku is um… away on business at the moment. What do you
need him for? And why did you come here instead of going to his home?” Bulma asked, crossing her arms and giving the boy a raised
eyebrow look.

Trunks blushed again and stared at the ground in front of
his feet. <Mom sure does look different… I can’t even remember her when she
was this young. Not that she looks too different. Wait… she asked me a
question.> “I could tell he wasn’t home so I thought maybe you might know
where he was. I just needed to talk to him about some… upcoming business.”

Krillin walked out with a towel slung over his shoulders,
fresh from an intense high gravity workout. “You’re not looking to fight Goku,
are you?” The bald monk asked.

Trunks looked up and a flash of anger came into his eyes for
a moment as he remembered when he saw Krillin alone with a topless Bulma, and wondered what he was doing here in the first
place. <Mom mentioned that she use to date that Yamcha guy, whoever he is,
but she never mentioned Krillin. What is going on here?> “Fight Son? No
sir.” Trunks looked down at the ground again, suppressing the urge to go Super
Saiyan and beat Krillin into the ground for defiling his mother. [AN: teehee]

Krillin scratched his head. <He sure is giving me an
intense look. I don’t know whether to be nervous or not.> “Well that’s good.
Look, I’m Goku’s best friend. When he gets back I’ll pass on whatever message
you want to deliver, ok?”

Trunks was about to respond when he noticed the slight
showing of Bulma’s pregnancy. “What the hell!?” He
thought… no they were looking at him like he was crazy. He had said it out
loud.

“What are you looking at?!” Bulma
demanded, offended by the way he was glaring at her pregnant stomach.

Trunks growled and looked at Krillin. “You impregnated her!?
How dare you touch her?!” Trunks advanced towards Krillin, who was staring at
the boy in shock.

“What? Touch who?! Are you crazy, kid!?” Krillin backed up a
step, trying not to be confrontational.

“Calm down, will ya? What is your
deal, huh?” Bulma frowned at the boy.

Trunks paused and turned to look at Bulma
and frowned in thought. “What’s the date?”

“Huh? It’s the 17^th of August.” Bulma replied.

“The year?” Was Trunks’ next question.

“The year?!” Bulma and Krillin
exclaimed together.

Trunks sighed. “Humor me, ok? What year is it?”

“765” Bulma replied.

Trunks nearly fainted. <I’m a year late! Wait… then Goku
should either be back on Earth or… dead from the heart virus. Which means that Freeza and King Cold have already been to Earth. Damn it,
how did I set the timer wrong? Maybe the time machine isn’t as exact as mom
thought it was.>

“Are you ok, kiddo?” Bulma asked.

“Your baby… who’s the father?” Trunks squeaked out.

“I am.” A gruff voice said behind them. They all turned and
gasped as they saw Vegeta striding towards them with a teenage girl following
closely behind him, looking quite shy. “Now get lost, kid.” Vegeta embraced Bulma and inhaled her scent deeply, letting his breath out
slowly. “I missed you, Onna.”

Bulma smiled up at him. “You need
to learn how to use comm. controls, my prince.” She paused and looked behind
him. “Who is your friend? And where is Goku?”

Trunks looked up in surprise. First, because his father was
standing a meter away from him, second because he had no clue who the girl was,
and third because Goku and Vegeta went somewhere… together? “Nani?” Trunks said softly.

“Who is the brat?” Vegeta asked, choosing not to answer Bulma’s question until he knew it was ok to speak freely.
The last time he said something about being from another planet in front of a
stranger, he had to sleep on the couch for a week to teach him a lesson. He
would not make that mistake again.

“Joe Boxers, sir.” Trunks replied respectfully.

Vegeta stared at him for a moment then turned to Bulma. “Who is the brat?”

Bulma suppressed a grin when the
boy looked crestfallen. “I don’t know, he seems to know me. And he’s looking
for Goku.”

“What is your business with Kakkarot, boy?!” Vegeta snapped.
Trunks blushed and stared at his feet. “Answer me, or I swear I’ll pummel you
into the ground until you answer!”

Trunks began to sweat. “I’d rather discuss that with Goku in
person, sir.” He glanced at Peasa for a moment who was looking at him strangely
then looked back down at the ground and blushed a darker red.

“He’s a Saiyan. I thought you said we were all that’s left,
Vegeta-sama?” Peasa asked.

“Huh? I only understood half of that.” Bulma
griped.

“She’s still learning your language, woman. Cut her some
slack.” Vegeta advanced towards Trunks and glared down at him with his best
intimidating look. “What is your real name, boy? That’s not a Saiyan name.
Where did you come from?”

Trunks stared up at Vegeta in shock. “How… how did you know
I’m a Saiyan? I don’t have a tail anymore.”

“You smell like a Saiyan. Even Peasa can tell the difference
and she’s never been around humans before. Now answer my damn question, brat!”
Vegeta roared.

“Peasa?” Trunks looked over at the girl and blushed. <She’s
barely older than I am… and cute. Oh Kami, she’s
looking at me. Ow.> Trunks grimaced when Vegeta
grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him up. “Let me go, sir.” Trunks warned,
caught between the conflicting emotions of respect for father and anger at being
grabbed.

“Answer my question. What is your business with Kakkarot!?”
Vegeta growled out, giving Trunks a shake.

“That is between him and me, sir. I can’t tell you.” Trunks
replied.

“Well you can’t tell him your business because he isn’t
here. Tell me then get out of here, I have to talk to my woman and you’re
distracting me. I don’t like being distracted.” Vegeta glared at Trunks, daring
him to disobey his orders again.

“Please let me go, sir.” Trunks repeated. Vegeta tightened
his grip.

“Vegeta, let the kid go. He’s not gunna
talk when he’s practically pissing his pants.” Krillin spoke up, getting
worried that Vegeta was about to kill an innocent boy.

“Not until he tells me his business with Kakkarot.” The
Saiyan prince said grimly.

Trunks was pissed now. His ki shot
upwards at an alarming rate then his energy burst into a golden aura around
him. He knocked Vegeta’s hands off of his shirt and landed with a thud. “I told
you. I can only tell Goku my business. Don’t touch me again, bakayaru!”

Vegeta smirked. “You don’t intimidate me boy.”

“What… what happened to him?” Peasa asked in a soft voice,
speaking in Saiyan. She only knew one of those words in the Earth tongue
anyway.

“He’s turned into a Super Saiyan. I must say, I am
surprised. But, he is still weaker than me.” Vegeta answered her. Vegeta turned
Super Saiyan as well, surprising the boy.

<I thought he wasn’t able to turn Super Saiyan when the
androids killed him? I don’t understand any of this, damn it!> Trunks and
Vegeta glared at each other for a few moments but Trunks was the first to back
down, dropping his power level to his average, lavender hair falling back into
place. “I have some questions to ask first. What happened to Goku, please?”

Vegeta frowned and looked back at Krillin and Bulma. “I don’t want to say yet. Come inside, I might as
well tell you all at once.”

Krillin and Bulma immediately knew
something was wrong but they followed Vegeta inside anyway. Peasa gave Trunks a
shy smile and hurried after Vegeta, leaving Trunks standing there confused and
alone outside. “I’m getting the feeling that I didn’t just go back in time.”
Trunks muttered before following them inside.

Vegeta sighed as everyone gathered around him and sat down.
“First, this is Peasa. She’s the only surviving Saiyan we found on that planet
Kakkarot and I went to. We were captured by Frieza’s
father on the way from her planet to Earth. He had apparently picked up her
signal as well, so he must have had some Saiyan equipment lying around. During
our escape, the two Saiyans that were with Peasa on her planet were killed.
Kakkarot was hit by an explosion and thrown into an escape pod that launched
and Peasa and I were able to make it to another pod. The ship blew up and the
shockwave… knocked Kakkarot into a star. I’m sorry, Bulma…
Krillin. Kakkarot is dead.”

Bulma burst into tears while
Krillin just stared at Vegeta in shock. He kept hoping that Vegeta would say it
was a joke and Goku would come walking out and laugh at them. But, the saddened
and grim expression on Vegeta’s face and not being able to pick up Goku’s
distinctive ki confirmed that it was no joke. Goku
was gone. Krillin’s head lowered then and tears
squeezed out.

Bulma paused in her sobbing then
looked up. “What about the Namek dragonballs? We can
go and wish Goku back! And maybe those Saiyans that died on the ship as well!”

“Would not burning in a star count as a death by natural
causes? It wasn’t like he was murdered.” Vegeta asked softly. “And besides, if
he was wished back it would be straight back into the star where he would die
immediately again.”

Bulma frowned. “We could wish him
to the Namek’s check in station first then wish him
back. It’s worth a try. I don’t know if it would count as natural causes or
not. We have to try. I suppose your ship was blown up as well?”

Vegeta nodded. “It was on Cold’s ship when it blew. I came
all this way in that cramped escape pod. When we get done talking I have to
pee. Badly.” Vegeta turned to Peasa and asked in Saiyan, “You have to use the
toilet, little one? It’s through that door.”

Without a reply Peasa tore towards the door and shut herself
inside. Moments later a very unladylike groan issued forth from the room.
Trunks was beet red as he stared at the ground and the others were suppressing
a laugh. “It’s ok, I can build another ship. I don’t suppose you can sense the Nameks from here, hon?” Bulma asked.

Vegeta nodded. “Of course. Give me a minute. They should be
right… wait.” He frowned in concentration then began to sweat. “I don’t sense
any Nameks in the entire galaxy except for Piccolo
and Kami. I think… Cold must have…”

They all looked crestfallen and not even the comical sounds
of a Saiyan relieving herself for the first time in a month cheered them up.
“If Goku is gone, then my mission has failed.” Trunks said in a soft shy voice.

“Which was what, brat?” Vegeta asked.

Trunks sighed. “I suppose it won’t matter if I tell you,
now. I’m from the future. In my time, all of you are dead except for Bulma. You were killed by androids created by the mad Dr. Gero. I was sent back here by the Bulma
of my time to warn Goku and to give him some medication, because he died of a
heart virus in my timeline. I get the feeling that I went to an entirely
different timeline though, because there were no other Saiyans that we ever met
and you weren’t able to turn into a Super Saiyan before you died.” Trunks
glanced at Bulma and unconsciously towards her
stomach.

“Why would I send you, unless you’re…” Bulma
trailed off then her eyes widened. “That’s why you look so familiar! You’re… my
son, aren’t you?”

Vegeta’s mouth dropped open in shock. “A son?! My son?!”

<Damn it!> Trunks thought. “Um… no I’m um…. Joe
Boxers. I just am a family friend.”

“Don’t lie to my woman, brat. I can see us in you. And
you’re a Saiyan, what more proof do we need?!” Vegeta growled.

Bulma grimaced. “I didn’t really
name you Joe Boxers, did I? If I had a son I was going to name you Trunks.”

Trunks sighed. “Trunks is my name. Since you’re already
pregnant and with Vegeta, I suppose it doesn’t threaten whether I’ll be born or
not with you knowing. I don’t think I can return to my time anymore, either.”

“Why not?” Vegeta asked, scratching his head.

“He crossed dimensions and
time, hon. If he went into the future now, it would be the future of this
dimension.” Bulma explained.

Vegeta stared at her blankly. “But, if his being here
changed the timeline shouldn’t he still be anchored to his own time?” While he
was extremely intelligent, he was not an expert at temporal mechanics nor
multi-dimensional phase theory. But he could reason a few things, regardless.

“Normally. But like I said, he crossed dimensions. This
timeline was different from the start. It wasn’t just the matter of his
presence. He would have to find his own dimension first then move forward in
time. It shouldn’t have been possible for him to cross dimensions AND time.
Something must have gone wrong.” Bulma paused
thoughtfully. “May I see your time machine?”

Trunks nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

“Mom.” Bulma corrected him with a
grin.

They followed Trunks outside, they meaning everyone but
Peasa who was still using the toilet. Trunks pulled out the capsule that
contained his time machine and threw it. Bulma took a
look at it and frowned. “The phase shift controls are shot. Were you struck by
an energy attack as you were leaving your time?”

Trunks thought about that. He suddenly got a memory of
Android #17 blasting at him just as his time machine activated. “Oh my… yes.
One of the androids attacked just as I activated the machine. Was that what
caused it?”

Bulma nodded. “It threw the phase
controller into flux. Sorry kid, but you’re stuck in our dimension now. The
whole system is fried so I can’t even begin to figure out the coordinates of
your home dimension. Perhaps I’ll be able to fix it but between that and
figuring out how to find your home coordinates, you’ll likely be stuck here for
years. The only other alternative would be to randomly move across dimensions
but without knowing your home coordinates you probably wouldn’t even know your
home one even if you found it, which is about a 1/infinity chance.”

Trunks sighed and fell to his knees, lowering his head as he
realized he’d never see his mother again and she would die alone in a world
that was as close to hell as it could get. “Mother… I am so sorry.” Tears fell
from his eyes and everyone grew quiet.

It was Vegeta who spoke finally. “The androids from your
dimension… would they attack in ours as well?”

Trunks shrugged. He didn’t know. Bulma
frowned. “It’s possible. Though maybe not the exact same way. I guess it won’t
hurt to prepare for them just in case. Is there any way to detect them?” Trunks
shook his head.

“They don’t have ki?” Vegeta
asked.

“No sir.” Trunks replied.

“Sonna?! [No way!?]” Krillin
exclaimed.

Vegeta scowled at Krillin. “You shouldn’t be surprised, baldie. The robot that cleans our floors doesn’t have ki either. These androids are just buckets of bolts. I’ll
make scrap metal out of them!”

“A description would be nice.” Bulma
stated, distracting both men before they started arguing with each other.

“Um… there is a male and a female, both young looking. Cold,
heartless, evil. The male has black hair, blue eyes, and wears a scarf with the
letters RR on it. The girl is blonde, also blue eyes, very pretty.” Trunks
blushed at that last statement, especially since Peasa had finally walked out
after finishing a month’s worth of relief.

“What’s he going on about?” Peasa asked.

“He’s got the hots for the female
android.” Vegeta said in Saiyan.

Trunks blushed. He had learned just enough Saiyan to
understand the jist of what Vegeta had told her.
“It’s not what you think. I can appreciate the beauty of the sun too but I know
that staring at it will blind me. I think a fire is beautiful too, but I know
it will kill me if I walk into it.” Trunks explained, though he left out the
part about having naughty fantasies about the blonde android. He was a young
teen and there were barely any girls his age left in his own time, after all.

Vegeta sighed. “Since we can’t wish Kakkarot back, I suggest
we all get to training. Trunks, Peasa, do whatever you want. Baldie? You up for it?”

Krillin nodded. “You bet. Um… I just got done training in
there for 6 hours though. I’ll start tomorrow.”

Vegeta grabbed him and dragged him towards the gravity room.
“That’s the spirit! Let’s go spar. 350Gs sound good to you?”

Krillin’s eyes tripled in size. “Nani?! I’ve only trained up to 150!”

“Great to hear. 350 it is.” Vegeta chuckled, still dragging
the monk behind him.

Peasa scowled at the retreating Vegeta then turned towards
Trunks and Bulma who were looking at her curiously.
“I don’t suppose you speak Saiyan?” Peasa asked Trunks.

Trunks shook his head. “I pee blue tree. Want sky sex?”
Trunks replied in what he thought was an intelligible Saiyan sentence.

Peasa blushed and ran towards the gravity room. Anything was
better than Trunks’ mangling of the Saiyan tongue. She could learn the Earth
language later. It wasn’t like it would take her long, after all.

“Was it something I said?” Trunks asked aloud, earning a
giggle from Bulma.

“Let’s just say I speak better Saiyan than you, son.” Bulma grinned at him and walked into the house. She had to
call Chi-Chi and let her know what had happened to Goku… though she probably
already knew.

Trunks scratched his head and chased after her. “What did I
say to her? Mom!?”

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This chapter was a bit more… light-hearted than the last
one. I figured you all needed a break from the tears. Heh
Oh, and what happened to the Nameks won’t be revealed
until muuuuch later, if at all. But, all I will say
is they’re not dead. But then, who knows, Goku might not be either. Teehee Next chapter: Training and depression. Good stuff!
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