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When Hell Breaks Lose...	By : PrinceJiita Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3 – Back from the Future

“Okay, let me see if I get this. The Dragon Balls have somehow malfunctioned and now the barrier between Other World and Earth looks like Swiss cheese and all the crap we sent there over the years is coming back?” Kuririn summed up the situation.

“Yes, that is about right.” Goku nodded. Yamcha groaned. They had all gathered in a spacious room inside the Lookout, discussing what they would do now.

“Then what can we do? I mean, except the obvious, send them back to hell?” Ten Shin Han stretched his arms in front of his chest.

“What a stupid question. Just sending them back right now would be a waste of time, since they might just continue coming back here anyway. We have to figure out how to stabilize the barrier again first.” Vegeta lectured the other fighter in a bored annoyed voice. He was leaning up against a wall, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Well, then perhaps you, Prince Know-It-All, can enlighten us how to do that?” Ten’s voice sounded angry. He just didn’t like the Saiyajin.

“Obviously.....”

“Obviously the Dragon Balls have something to do with it. So the first step should be gathering them again so we can take a closer look to see if there is something wrong with them.” The voice came from the far end of the room. All heads turned around. Two young men were standing in the doorway. One was lean, had shoulder-length black hair and a smug smile on his face. Next to him, leaning back to back with the other, was a broader young man with long lavender hair. He was the one who had just spoken.

“TRUNKS! But...how?” Kuririn stared at his brother-in-law and the time-traveller.

“Well, as strange as it sounds, Kuririn, Jun here found me appearing just outside Capsule Corp. I have no idea how or why I came here. But on our way to the Lookout he told me everything that has happened and we figured out that the Dragon Balls must have something to do with it all.” Mirai Trunks smiled at the small bald man.

“Juhachigou sends you her greetings, by the way. She will join us here once she has picked up Marron.” Jun, formerly known as Android 17, told Kuririn.

“So, you think you can find out something if you had the Dragon Balls?” Goku frowned at the two. He was glad to see that the young men were going to help them, but he wasn’t sure that gathering the Dragon Balls again would be a good idea.

“Hand it over to them, Kakarot. They know what they are doing.” Vegeta looked at the taller Saiyajin. His face was as cold and unreadable as ever, but his eyes and tail communicated reasurance to Goku. Goku picked up the Four Star Dragon Ball and gave it to Trunks.

“Hmmm....we might need a laboratory, to run some tests and....”

“Did you call out for my help?”

Mirai Trunks turned around and smiled broadly. “Mother! Great to see you!”

“Hihi. I thought we might need some equipment, so I packed a laboratory kit before I came. Dende, do you have a room for us to set everything up?” Bulma held up a small case.

“Sure, Bulma, just follow me.”

Dende, Bulma, Mirai Trunks and Jun left the room, taking the Dragon Ball with them. In the doorway they almost ran straight into Son Goten and Trunks, who came bouncing into the room. They were still dressed in their school uniforms.

“Is it true?”

“Did Gohan not fool around?”

“Is there a new fight?”

“Does that mean we can skip classes for today?”

They rushed over to their fathers and shouted at them. Goku laughed and even Vegeta had to smile as he picked up Trunks into his arms.

“Well, boys, it looks like we have a new mission to go on. But we have to way until the others can tell us more.” Goku told the two excited younsters.

Piccolo and Gohan entered, looking both harried and relieved at the same time. They had picked up the two Demi-Saiyajin at their boarding school and had had to answer millions of questions on the way back. Gohan slumped down on a chair while Piccolo leaned up against the wall across from Vegeta.

“So, now we have to play the waiting game.” Yamcha sighed.

“Nah, that is boring. Let’s better play something else!” Goku smiled at his friends. Vegeta covered his face with his hand and sighed, as if he was in pain.

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“We are back. And we have news. You wouldn’t believe what we can find out when all three of us geniuses work together!” Bulma looked positively ecstatic.

“Just tell us, woman.” Vegeta was already edgy, annoyed by all the stupidity surrounding him for the last four hours.

“Well, I guess I’ll explain it. The Swiss cheese idea is not fully true. There are only seven holes in the barrier. Dende went to check that with Enma Daioh. And one has already closed up again. And not all of hell has escaped. Only a few individuals are missing.” Jun started to explain.

“About how many are we talking then?” Ten Shin Han asked with a frown.

“About 45.”

“45!” Chiaotzu looked like he was about to faint.

“Yes, 45, not counting the Saibamen you guys already send back.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.” Goku smiled.

“Well, they all have to be rather strong to have made it through, because it is not that easy to leave hell, even with the holes in the barrier.” Mirai Trunks added. Goku’s smiled dropped of his face as he started to imagine what kind of individuals the 45 might be. He shot a quick look at Vegeta. The Saiyajin no Ouji’s tail was rigid and the hair stood up. Vegeta was obviously thinking the same as Goku and seemed tense.

“Okay, so, what are we supposed to do?” Kuririn asked, trying to sound relaxed, pushing the thought of the walking dead from his head.

“We have to gather the Dragon Balls. The hole that has already closed must be the one made by the Four Star, right? And since we already have that, it must mean the holes close up once we have the Dragon Balls.” Vegeta mused. Jun nodded.

“Yes, that is the theory. The trouble is....I think that the other party knows that as well already.”

“Great, so everybody will hunt down the Dragon Balls again? But we have the radar, that will help a lot, right?” Kuririn tried, this time without much success, to keep the panic out of his voice.

“Actually, no, we don’t have the radar. Well, we have it, but the Dragon Balls have changed the signal they are emitting, so the radar doesn’t work anymore.” Bulma bit her lower lip and looked away.

“You will have to fix it then, woman. And maybe you should build a few more.”

“Why do you want more than one, Vegeta?” Goku looked at him with a confused expression on his face.

“Because we better split up to find them quicker. Woman, go and get those radars ready. Once she is done, we will start.” To his own surprise nobody raised any objections.

Piccolo just nodded to the Saiyajin no Ouji. He hand to admit it, Vegeta was good when it came to planning a strategy like this.

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“Alright, I got the radars you wanted. I managed to make six, I didn’t have enough material for more.” Bulma looked tired as she put the devices on the table in front of her son’s father. Vegeta nodded to her.

“Thank you, woman. That was quick.”

Mirai Trunks looked up from the map of the world he had been studying and frowned slightly as he watched his father. The man had changed. He seemed to have become a bit more sensitive to the feelings of other people. He had greeted Chibi Trunks rather affectionately and now he had thanked Bulma. He also looked a lot better than he had back when Mirai Trunks had last seen him.

“Come over here, all of you.” Vegeta demanded. The other Z-Fighters just looked up at him. They didn’t like to be ordered around like that, especially not by the arrogant Saiyajin. Goku smiled, stood right next to Vegeta and said in a happy voice: “Come on, everybody, gather ‘round!” His friends complied. Vegeta frowned. It made him feel sore when Kakarot had to back up his orders, in a situation so serious as now.

“Okay, we will split up into six teams.” Vegeta began.

“I’ll go with Goten!” piped up Trunks.

“Gohan stays with me.” said Piccolo firmly.

“I’d like to go with Ten Shin Han, we have something to discuss on the way.” Yamcha shot a glance at Ten.

Vegeta sighed. “Alright, alright, do as you like. Chiaotzu can then go with Kuririn. And my son will come with me.”

Mirai Trunks winced slightly as Vegeta said this. “Uhem, father, if it is all the same to you, I would rather go with Jun. We, uhem....have to figure something out....” He blushed slightly, feeling sure that his father would either object or demand a further explanation. Vegeta looked at him for a moment, then he nodded.

“Fine, then that makes me stuck with.....oh great....Kakarot, you’ll come with me.”

Goku grabbed a radar and smiled brightly. “Like in the old days, huh, ‘Geta?”

“Hmpf. Just don’t get in my way.”

TBC
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