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By : moviefan
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female
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(A/N: I've got nothing to say today, so we're moving on. It's time to see the results of Janemba's attack on the universe.)
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Chapter 39: Rock, Paper, Scissor
Cause and affect. Two simple words that went hand in hand. If there was a cause, then soon enough, there would be an affect. It may not be for many years, but the consequences of an action would soon take place.
The cause of one’s actions were now taking affect as the sanctuary came under attack by a powerful foe from the past. Not nearly as strong as Janemba or Buu, but still with a devastating power. And this foe had come to Kami’s Lookout with one purpose in mind.
Dende was knocked to the ground, and a large foot pressed down on his head, making him cry out, another form of cause and affect. The one pinning the Guardian down snickered, finding amusement in the Namekian’s pain.
“So, Guardian, are you going to call him. It’ll be so much easier for us all if you do.”
Dende looked up at the fiend defiantly. “Forget it. I won’t sell him out.”
The intruder growled angrily. “Do you think I won’t be able to find him on my own? I’ll find him whether you call him here or not. This is just the fastest way. Besides, he is the last defender of Earth. He’s meant to fight me.” His eyes narrowed. “Now, this is your last chance. Call him now, or I’ll crush your head beneath my foot.” To show he was serious, he pressed down harder, causing Dende to scream in pain. “Do it!”
“All right!” Dende shouted. There was no point in putting it off. Trunks would have to fight the guy at some point. “I’ll call him, just ease up so I can concentrate.”
Grinning, the villain stopped pressing, but didn’t remove his foot. “That’s a good little toad.”
Glaring at him, Dende called out to the saiyan. “Trunks, are you there? Answer me, please.”
He waited a few moments, but received no response. So he tried again, but still didn’t receive an answer.
“Well?” the intruder demanded impatiently. “What’s the hold up?”
“I can’t seem to reach him.” Dende replied, wincing as more pressure was added again.
“Why not?”
“He’s eating. You ever try to get a saiyan’s attention while he was eating? It’s not easy.”
With a growl, the intruder pressed down even harder. “Well you better keep trying. I have precious little patience, and you’ve almost used it up.”
Knowing that his life was in the balance, Dende called out to Trunks again, hoping the saiyan would hear him.
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18 figured it was a good thing she didn’t have to eat, because whenever Trunks got an appetite, she lost hers.
“Where did you learn your manners anyway?” she asked. “Certainly not from your mother.”
“Nope.” Said Bulma. “From his father.”
18 raised an eyebrow. “But… Vegeta… when Trunks was a baby…” She didn’t want to bring up painful memories.
“It’s imprinted in his very DNA.” Bulma told her. “Just like they can’t help but to fight and get stronger, they also can’t help but to engorge themselves.”
Trunks swallowed what he had in his mouth before giving his mother a bashful grin. “Aw, come on. Must we go through this every time we eat?”
“Every time we eat? No. Every time you eat? Yes. You’ll never get a girlfriend with such bad table manners.” She glanced at the android. “Take my advice, 18. When you get a boyfriend, make sure he knows how to eat properly.”
18 couldn’t help but to smile at the irony at the woman’s words. “I could always train them to behave properly.”
“I just wish I could train my son properly, but it seems that table manners is one technique a saiyan can never learn.”
18 was inclined to agree. But looking back at Trunks gulping down a bowl of rice, a mischievous smile broke out on her face as she spoke to him telepathically. “Save room for dessert.” She told him. “I’m what’s on the menu.”
He glared at her from over the bowl of rice. “Not around mother.”
He went back to eating, but 18 wasn’t done having fun yet. She knew how to get a good reaction out of him. “Tell you what, the next time we make love, you can fuck me in my ass.”
The rice Trunks was eating went flying out of his mouth and across the table as 18’s words shocked him to no end. 18 would have laughed, but she suddenly got a face full of rice, which hadn’t been a part of her plan, but at least she had succeeded in getting his attention.
Bulma turned, seeing the mess her son made. “Trunks, what are you doing? You’re not an infant!”
Trunks coughed, patting his chest. “S-Sorry, Mom. It went down the wrong tube.” He shifted his angry gaze to 18. “That wasn’t funny.”
Smirking, 18 learned across the table and plucked a grain of rice off his cheek. “Don’t waste it.” she said, popping the grain into her mouth and sucking on her finger seductively. “I wasn’t joking.”
Trunks turned bright red as dirty thoughts filled his head. With them came a voice that sounded a lot like Dende’s. He realized a moment later that it really was the Guardian, and he sounded like he was in distress.
“Dende?” he asked. “Is everything all right?”
Bulma glanced at him. “Hmm? Dende’s talking to you?”
“Yes, now please be quiet. What’s up, Dende?”
“Trunks, come to the Lookout, fast. We’ve got problems. We’re under attack by a powerful enemy.”
“You’re kidding!” Trunks cried. “Someone else is causing trouble?”
That caught 18’s attention, and she sat up quickly. “What? Another bad guy? But we just got rid of Janemba!”
Trunks stood up, slamming his hands on the table. “They never stop! When can we get some peace around here?” Growling angrily, he headed for the door. “Lets go, 18. We’ll deal with this quickly and be done with it.”
Shrugging, she stood up too. “Works for me.”
Without so much as a goodbye, the two of them took off, leaving Bulma with a mountain of dishes. Her main concern, however, was for her son, not the mess he had left behind. As 18 had pointed out, they had just saved the world, no, the universe, wait, make that every universe, from Janemba, and now they had to go fight again.
“Good luck, you two. Come back safely.”
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As the two of them approached Kami’s Lookout, Trunks suddenly became aware of the intense power level that they were nearing. He didn’t like what he was sensing. Whoever they were, they were powerful.
“Hey, Trunks,” said 18, “do you feel what I feel?”
He nodded. “Yes. I’m surprised I hadn’t picked up on it sooner.”
She snorted. “When you’ve got food on the brain, you don’t notice anything.”
“Hey, don’t forget that it was me that taught you how to sense energy levels to begin with.”
“As if you were born with all your abilities.” She nodded ahead of them. “Look, it’s Korin Tower. We’re almost there.”
Upon reaching the impossibly tall structure, they flew straight up. Speeding past the dome at the top, Kami’s Lookout was soon in sight.
They landed upon the sanctuary and received a shock. Either a tornado had gone through here, or whoever had come here had seen fit to practically destroy the place.
That’s when they spotted Dende and Mr. Popo. They were lying on the ground, both having been beaten within an inch of their life.
Trunks hurried over to them and knelt down by their sides. “Hey, are you guys all right? Say something.”
Groaning, Dende looked up at him. “Trunks… be careful… He’s strong…”
Trunks nodded. “I can tell.”
18 went to stand beside him. “Who did this?”
“That would be me.”
They turned to see someone exiting the sanctuary. He was a big man with teal colored skin, orange hair, and a scar across his face. And he wasn’t alone. With him were four others of the same race. Two of them looked very powerful as well, both very big and very buff, but not as much as their leader. As for the last two, one was shorter than all the others and was wearing a turban on his head. Though he was small, he had a sadistic look in his eyes. The last one was a girl, a very attractive girl too, but she had a smile on her face that suggested wicked intent.
Trunks’ eyes widened with recognition. ‘Can’t be! They’re dead!’
But then he remembered. They weren’t dead, not in this timeline. When he had gone to the past, he had faced them, only managing to destroying one while Gohan beat the other three and the forth betrayed the female. But here, in this time, these guys had yet to show up, and it seemed that they had finally arrived.
“So,” said the leader, “you’re Trunks.”
Surprised, 18 turned to the saiyan. “You know this guy?”
Trunks nodded. “Bojack.”
The alien chuckled. “I see my reputation proceeds me. Yes, I am indeed the mighty Bojack. And these are my underlines, Bido, Bujin, Kogu, and Zangya.”
Being as smart as he was, Trunks couldn’t help but pick up on the meaning of their names. ‘Arrogance, audacity, unjust, heinous, and cruelty. Very suitable names for them.’
“Nice to meet you.” 18 muttered sarcastically. “Now get out of here.”
Bido chuckled. “But we came so far just to see you.”
“After all,” said Zangya, “we were being sealed away for a very long time, so our master is itching for a good fight.”
“And you seem to be the strongest one around.” Kogu added.
18 raised an eyebrow. “Sealed away?”
Trunks explained it to her. “From what I can gather, a long time ago, Bojack here was a deranged psychopathic murderer who tried to destroy the entire galaxy. The four kais stepped in and sealed away him and his friends here in a star.”
“A star?” 18 repeated. “Ok then, so how are they here?”
“I haven’t figured that out yet.”
While in the past, he had learned of Bojacks escape. When Gohan had been fighting Cell, and was clearly going to win, the organic android had set himself to self-destruct that would create an explosion big enough to destroy the earth. In a last ditch effort, Goku had used Instant Transmission to teleport Cell to King Kai’s planet. When Cell exploded, the explosion was large enough to reach and destroy the star Bojack was sealed in, freeing him and his minions.
Bujin grinned. “It’s actually a rather interesting story. After that freak Janemba distorted the worlds, we were freed from our prison.”
Trunks silently swore. ‘Damn it, Janemba. Even after you’re beaten you’re still causing us trouble.’
“So,” said Bojack, cracking his knuckles, “lets get started, shall we. The saiyan is mine. The four of you can decide amongst yourselves who fights the girl.”
“Why don’t we all go for her at once?” Kogu suggested.
“But it won’t be any fun if it’s not a challenge.” Zangya pointed out.
“Let’s decide this fairly.” Said Bujin. “Ready?”
They turned to each other. “Rock, paper scissor! Tie, go again! Tie, go again! Tie, go again!”
Trunks and 18 sweat-dropped, wondering if all villains were liked this when they battled in groups.
“Tie, go again! Tie, go again!”
“Ah ha!” Bido cried, holding up his flat palm. “Rock beats scissors.”
Grumbling, Kogu and Bujin crossed their arms and stepped aside. Zangya and Bido faced each other and resumed the game. It took six attempts before a winner was chosen.
“Scissors cuts paper.” Zangya declared. She turned to 18, grinning. “I win.”
18 rolled her eyes. ‘Somehow, I saw that coming.’
“Then it’s decided.” Said Bojack, cracking his knuckles. “Time for some fun.”
Trunks glanced at Dende and Mr. Popo, then back at Bojack. “You want a fight? That’s fine with us. But lets do it somewhere else.”
Bojack glanced at the two Trunks was concerned with. “Because of them? I’ll take care of that.”
Raising his hand, he fired a blast of energy at them. Trunks moved quickly, snatching them out of harm’s way.
“Can you fly?” he asked them.
Dende winced in pain. “Not for long.”
“I have my magic carpet.” Said Mr. Popo. He called for the flying rug, and he and Dende got on it. “Good luck, you two.”
“Thanks…” said Trunks, watching them fly off. “We’ll need it.”
“Yes,” Bojack agreed. “You will.”

(A/N: Bojack has been unleashed. I had to do it; after Broly, he was the one who received the most votes. This is the result of Janemba distorting dimensions. Now Trunks must once again face Bojack, but has he become strong enough. And what of 18? Can she stand up to Zangya? You won't want to miss the next chapter.)
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