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*The crisp winter winds blow across the clear skies of the Western Capital. There is little activity outside on the streets. Rows of hover cars are parked neatly against the sides of the streets; most their owners are comfortably inside their homes, watching television with a hot cup of cocoa. The few that are on the street grip their overcoats tightly about their body, with their backs bent slightly forward, slowly making their way to their destination against the wind. Occasionally, distant grunts and cries of fighting sound from far away, breaking the silence of the city. The view focuses on a remote area, where two combatants are actively engaged in battle. As the camera zooms in, we see the familiar figures of Goku and Trunks, their features so distinct they can be sorted out even in the heat of battle. Goku is wearing a dark blue sleeveless gi and yellow pants, tied together by a white belt. This has been a change from his traditional gold and black outfit. Trunks is an exact lookalike to his counterpart in an alternate reality. He is wearing a black vest tucked in and belted at the bottom to a pair of black pants, which is in turn tucked into his fighting boots. He’s also wearing his short blue denim jacket, with the Capsule Corp symbol stitched near one shoulder. With a closer look, we see that Goten is sitting not too far away; the only audience to the fight. Like his father, he is also wearing a gi, and looks a bit worn out.*
Goku: *deflecting away various strikes from Trunks* That’s good! I can’t believe how much better you’ve gotten since a year ago. *counter attacks with spin kick*
Trunks: *ducks* Arigatoo, Goku-san. Going back to the past and seeing how Ranma fought Dr. Gero renewed my inspiration for improving my fighting abilities. *throws a low kick, trying to trip Goku* Kyah!
Goku: *flips back, steps ¼ circle around Trunks and attacks with a straight punch.* Oi, that’s good. You and Goten have lived the easy life for too long since the fight with Majin Buu.
Trunks: *twists his body to face Goku, and blocks the punch with right arm.* Yeah… Oof! *gets jabbed with a follow up elbow to his ribs. He retaliates by shooting up his knee.* I want to be as good as the other Trunks that came back in time to warn everyone about the Cyborg threat and your heart problem.
Goku: *has his attacking arm knocked aside by the knee, but intercepts Trunk’s following fist strike with his other arm* Oi. We have a lot to owe to Mirai Trunks. This future survived because of him. He’s a good fighter, trained in the heat of battle with the cyborgs and Cell. Even Vejita respected him. *jumps into the air*
Trunks: *looks up and follows Goku* Somehow, I feel like I have to live up to him.
Goku: *launches a barrage of punches at Trunks* You already have, Trunks.
*Trunks can’t defend all of the strikes, and gets hit in several places. He backs away several yards to regain his composure, looks at Goku, and starts charging his ki*
Trunks: I’m still not as strong. Vejita trains me hard in the gravity room, but sometimes I wonder if he’s really trying to improve my fighting ability or just beating me up. *unleashes his blast* Oki Dan!
Goku: *takes the blast with his open palm to test its power. The smoke clears.* Not bad. The gravity room is useful, but I still like training outside in nature. You get more freedom and better air than in that stuffy room. Lets see how far have you progressed with the Kamehame ha.
Trunks: *blinks* Hai. *cups his hands at his waist* Ka…… me….. ha…..me…
Goku: Yosh. *stands ready*
Trunks: HA!! *the blast roars out of his hand at Goku*
*Goku zips up, avoiding the beam. Trunks pulls his hands back, and commands the blast back at Goku. Goku turns around, and is compelled to fire his own blast to counter it. An explosion entails.*
Goku: *lands on the ground* You definitely had more power in that one. Ok, that’s enough for today.
Trunks: *lands* Hai.
Goten: *stands up, covering himself* Great! It’s getting so cold my joints are frozen.
*As the heat from sparring loses itself to the wind, Goku and Trunks finally became aware of the low temperature.*
Goku: *Looks around* Ok, lets get home quick, no good standing around catching cold.
Trunks: *leans his head back, while scrunching up his face* Ah….a… CHOO! *straightens himself* Gomen. *takes out a capsule and let it transform into his cruiser* Goten, Goku-san, there’s extra seats in the back. Eh?
*Trunks looks around, and sees no trace of Goku or Goten. He turns his head, and spots two blinking dots in the distance.*
Trunks: Hey! Wait for me! *gets in his cruiser and takes off back into the Western Capital.*
*Days later….. *
*Capsule Corporation. Trunks is seen walking to nowhere particular inside one of the complex’s circular hallway. He is carrying around a box of tissue under one arm, with a disposal box attached to it. His steps are erratic, stopping every now and then to force out a sneeze.*
Trunks: Ah….choo! *wipes his reddish nose with a tissue.* Damn this flu!
Bulma: *comes around, wearing a sterilized mouth guard.* Trunks, this would have never happened if you wore a warmer jacket.
*A loud crashing noise is heard from a nearby room. Its door opens, and Vejita steps out, brutishly gripping the door frame. He seems ticked off about something. Before Bulma or Trunks could say anything, Vejita leans his head back, tightens his eye, and shoots forward with a violent sneeze.*
Vejita: *socks his nose* Kuso Kuso Kuso! I’ll kill whoever made me sick.
Trunks: Yeah…. Ahchoo! We never got sick from cold weather before.
Vejita: *looks at Trunks, realizing something* Trunks! You gave me this cold. Grrrr… first you train with Kakarot, and now you pass his…. ahh….choo! despicable germs to me! *menacingly takes a step forward.*
Trunks: *steps back, with a sweat drop* Otousan, wait….
Bulma: Vejita, calm down. Looks like even you Saiyajins can’t fight mother nature forever. Besides, your not the only ones in town that has this flu. Look. *Points a remote control at a nearby screen, and clicks the “on” button.*
*The screen flickers on, and a male reporter with a mouth covering is seen standing in front of a huge crowd of people trying to get into a hospital in the background. They are all backed up against one another, each blowing their nose and hacking up coughs every couple seconds. The combined noise sounded as if there was a crowd of elephants trumpeting randomly.*
**Reporter: Latest statistics show that there are 624,860 civilians infected with this flu, over half the population of this city, and this number is increasing rapidly. Many doctors are completely baffled by this new strand of the influenza virus, which is seemingly immune to conventional vaccines used to combat most known forms of the virus. It’s also the strongest flu virus to date, and has appeared in other cities as well. Fortunately, one doctor in town, whose talent is just now emerging, have just discovered a vaccine capable of stopping the virus. His name is Dr. Hiita. As you can see, thousands of people behind me are lined up in front of his hospital right now, enduring just a bit longer in the cold outside for the vaccine. When I interviewed Dr. Hiita just 10 minutes ago, he says that his nurses and assistants are working around the clock, trying to get to everybody as efficiently as possible. If you are a victim to this flu, and would like to be treated, come down to the Hiita Foundation Hospital. Oh, and wear a thick jacket.
Trunks: hey Mom, what do you think? Should we go get the vaccine?
Bulma: Well, the flu might pass naturally after a week or so. You would just have to stay in bed the entire time.
Trunks: *face faults* A week in bed!? I can’t stand that long!
Vejita: *growls* Hmp, Trunks, don’t forget who you are. A true Saiyajin doesn’t let anything interfere with his training. I’m going back to the gravity room…. Ah…choo!
Bulma: You were saying, dear?
Vejita: I won’t be humiliated by being seen in a human hospital! Ahh…choo!!
Bulma: It’s either that, or you can sneeze your opponent to death the next time you get in a fight.
Vejita: Shut up! *grabs Trunks by the collar of his jacket.* Trunks! Ikimasho! *drags him out the door.*
*Hiita Foundation Hospital. From afar, it looks like a huge cylindrical-shaped tube jutting from the ground, with a dome top. It has rows of windows neatly circling around it; a typical high rise building in the Western Capital. Trunks and Vejita has just arrived, witnessing the many not-very-straight lines of people waiting to get in for treatment. Couple nurses are at the door, talking into a megaphone to the crowd, desperately attempting to keep riots from breaking out.*
Trunks: *looks at the colorful crowd of people, and groans* We’ll have to wait forever….
Vejita: *annoyed* The hell with these humans…. *charges some energy into his hands.*
Trunks: *seeing the flu has caused Vejita’s to be more irritable than usual.* Otousan, matte! These people are sick just like us, they just want what we want.
Vejita: Grrr….
Trunks: *looks up, beams, and points toward near one of the entrances* Hey isn’t that Goku! And Gohan, Goten.
Vejita: Kakarato……
*Indeed, Goku’s spiky hair made him stand out in the crowd like black against white. Upon closer inspection, Buu, Mr. Satan and Videl are also seen. Videl is standing next to Gohan, while her father stuffing his nose with tissue paper, and Buu looking dumb. Goku turns and sees Trunks and Vejita, and waves his arm up high, and motions for them come. Trunks gladly obliges, and with his father, cuts through the horde of people. After Trunks sneezed the words “summimasen” and “gomen” to the angry crowd dozens of times, they finally made it to the front, and is greeted by Goku and his sons.*
Trunks: Whew! Thanks Goku, that would have been a killer wait if you guys weren’t here.
*Behind Vejita, a buff man about 8 feet tall puts his huge hands on Vejita’s shoulder.*
Man: *in a gruff voice* What da ya think ya doing, pip-squeak? Tryn’ ta cut in fronta me?
Vejita: *not even looking at the man* You have 5 seconds to get your hands off me. 1…
Man: Ya sho got a big mouth fer yer size, shorty.
Vejita: *skipping the rest of the numbers* … 5.
*Vegita lightly knocks on the man’s lower ribs, and is sent flying into the wall of a nearby building. The people who saw this freezes, then takes a couple steps back from Vejita.*
Goku: Vejita! You didn’t have to do that.
Vejita: *sneers* oh? Feh, I gave him a warning, and he didn’t take it. Don’t blame me.
Goten: *looks around* wow, I can’t believe all of us got sick.
*Buu smiles stupidly, then lets out a sneeze that propels him couple feet into the air.*
Goku: Yeah, even Majin Buu got sick.
Trunks: Gohan-kun, how’s Pan-chan?
Gohan: Lucky her, she didn’t get sick. My mom’s taking care of her for us at our condo.
Satan: Damn #^%&$@! I can’t be seen like this. *cautiously looks around* There’s no cameras around, is there? What will my adoring fans think when they see their world champion getting defeated by the common cold! Ah..choo!!!!! Good thing I’m not in Satan City right now, or else people will notice me even more.
Nurse: *calls out* Next group of ten!
Goku: *counts* Satan, Buu, Videl, myself, Gohan, Goten, Trunks, Vejita, and two extra. Hmmm
Nurse: ok you, get in, and report to the registration!
*The nurse rushes them inside the building, along with two normal citizens. They come to a stop with near counter with several secretaries behind it.*
Secretary: name please.
Goku: Son Goku.
*Everybody else stated their names. Vegita was hesitant, and had to be nudged by Trunks. The secretary looks kinda funny at Buu as he stated his name.*
Secretary: Please be seated as I look through the computer to see which room is vacant.
*Vejita remains standing, as everyone else do as they are told.*
Secretary: *looks up after typing on the computer.* Son Goku, please report to Room 101, the first room upstairs. You’re lucky, because you’ll be personally treated by Dr. Hiita himself.
Goku: Oi! Arigatoo. *stands up and walks to the elevator.*
Secretary: Let see… Room 45 is now available, Mr. Satan, your turn. It’s just down the hallway on this floor.
*After exiting the elevator, Goku easily spots Room 101, which is right in front of the elevator. He curiously look around, and is greeted with a “hello” by a friendly voice from the room. Goku looks up, and sees a middle aged man in a light blue doctor’s uniform, complete with a mouth shroud and all.*
Goku: Hello, doctor.
Dr. Hiita: Please, come in Son-kun. There’s a lot of people waiting after you. This isn’t the first time you’ve been to a hospital now, right?
Goku: well, actually no. Ah..choo! *wipes his nose* but it is the first time I caught a cold.
Dr. Hiita: First time for everything. Come in, and lie down on the medical recliner. *goes over to a counter and shuffles around some equipment*
Goku: Hai… *does as he is told*
Dr. Hiita: I’m just going to give you an injection of the vaccine.
Goku: Injection? You mean a needle!?
Dr. Hiita: Surely a grown man like you aren’t afraid of a little thing like that.
Goku: *gulps* well…..
Dr. Hiita: Don’t worry, this won’t hurt a bit. *prepares the syringe.* You won’t even have to close your eyes.
Goku: I hope so, doctor.
*Dr. Hiita comes over with the filled syringe, sterilizes a small part of Goku’s right arm with an alcoholic mixture, and brings the needle close. Goku tenses up and closes his eyes. A few second afterwards….*
Dr. Hiita: Son-kun, you can open your eyes now.
Goku: *blinks* huh? That was it? Wow, your right, I didn’t feel any thing.
Dr. Hiita: See? Well, you’re free to go. I’ll bill you later.
Goku: Thanks! *swings off the recliner and takes to the door.*
*Goku makes his way back down to the Hospital’s lobby, and encounters Vejita just as he was stepping out the elevator door.*
Vejita: Watch it, Kakarot! *knocks Goku aside and goes inside the elevator.*
Goku: *to the others* Let me guess, he’s next.
Trunks: I hope Otousan doesn’t trash the place…..
*Minutes later, Vejita comes out, and it’s Gohan’s turn. Suddenly Satan is seen dashing out of Room 45, screaming on top of his lungs, blubbering something about a needle. The nurses rushes out and try to calm Satan down, while the doctor tries to convince him for the Nth time the injection doesn’t hurt. Satan reluctantly goes back into the room, with the nurses by his side. Videl stands in the registration room with a sweat drop hanging on her head. Gohan soon comes back out, and it’s Goten’s turn. Finally Satan peacefully walks out of Room 45, with an arrogant look on his face. Videl replaces Satan in Room 45. Lastly, Buu takes his turn after Goten, and lastly, Trunks takes to Dr. Hiita’s room. Some time after….*
Vejita: Hmp, I don’t feel any better…
Trunks: Otousan, it’s not a miracle cure that works instantly.
Vejita: Bulma could come up with a better medicine if she just looked into it.
Secretary: Would you all make your way out of the hospital now? Room has to be made for all the patients still waiting to be treated.
*Couple days more…..*
*The flu has been successfully contained, no where are people seen sneezing or coughing. The area around Dr. Hiita’s hospital is empty, as most the people in the town has already received the vaccine. Trunks and Goten are seen walking side by side on the streets, chatting away. It was night time. The surrounding streets are sparkling with neon lights and filled with people out for a night on the town. Trunks has his hands in his pockets, as Goten rambles on about how terrible the food is at school. Trunks laughs and nods in agreement. Just as they were going around the corner, they turn their heads at a sound of glass being shattered, followed by the random screaming of civilians.*
Trunks: *looks at something jumping out the debris and onto the middle of the street in a split second.* What the hell was that!
Goten: Look!
*Goten points to the dark looking creature. It had the shape of a human, with long messy hair that ran down its chest. it was completely naked. It was surrounded by frightened people, who quickly realized their lives were in danger, and tried to run away as quick as possible. One unlucky man tripped over the man hole, and instantly had his back broken as the creature stepped on his spine.*
Goten: Stop!
*Goten leaps at the creature, about to attack it. His eyes grew wide in astonishment as the creature shifts his leg, revealing a tail that extended from his rear. His attention redirected, Goten was met with a solid pack of knuckles to his face, and is sent flying backwards.*
Trunks: Goten!
Goten: *stops himself in midair, rubbing his cheek* owwww…. *looks at Trunks* Trunks, it has a has tail!
Trunks: No…. *turns to the creature* it can’t be….
*The creature howls, then jumps at Goten. Half way through, it is intercepted by a flying kick from Trunks. It reels backward, and covers his injury. Green drops of liquid began to drip out of the wound.*
Goten: What kind of freak is it…?
*The creature tries to make another leap at Trunks and Goten. Just as they stand ready, a bright beam of light shoots down from above, coiling around the creature almost as soon as it left the ground. The flexible light tightens around the creature. It struggles to get free, but his efforts prove futile. Trunks and Goten raises their head to try and identify the source of the light. There, standing on the roof of 5 story bank, was the figure gripping the other end of the light beam. His outward appearance is mostly black, but he dons several pieces of accessories besides his black skin-tight suit. He wears a thin chrome chest armor plate that extends and curves a bit beyond his shoulders. At his waist wrapped a metallic belt with tiny compartments that seem to be able store other accessories. He is wearing a white glove on each hand, and a simple combat boot on each foot. His most distinguishable feature was two long metal strips attached behind him to his armor. It is shaped like an upside-down V, extending from just below the nape of his neck to half way below his waist. His head is unprotected by any armor, and one can make out his short emerald-green hair, fashionably combed up on both sides unevenly, with only several strands arcing outward. The dim flashing light is reflected off an earring on his left ear, like a third eye accompanying his two natural sparkling green eyes. His features are elegant, with a hint of arrogance on his young face. He is gripping the pliable cord of light with his right hand.*
Figure: *looking at Trunks and Goten* Summimasen……
*He has now caught the attention of some nearby teenage girls as well.*
Girl 1: *with a dazed look in her eye as she looks at him* Oh he’s soo….. dreamy.
Girl 2: *nods in agreement* You said it, Umi.
Trunks: *flies up to his level* Who are you?
Figure: *smiles with a slight twitch of his lip* I’m Jet Stream, I’m sure we’ll get to know each other later, but right now, I’m just here to get this back to where it belongs.
*The creature lets out a whine*
Goten: *flies up besides Trunks* Tell me…. *points to the creature* what exactly is that thing!
Jet: *ignores the question* Well, I’ll really have to be going, we can chat if we meet again. *tugs on the light cord pulls the creature close by him, and turns.*
Goten: Hey wait!
Girl 1: *cups her hands to her mouth* At least tell us your phone number!
*Trunks face faults at the girl*
Jet: *throws a quick smile at the girl* Sorry cutie, duty calls.
*He leaps off with the creature, and disappears into thin air.*
Goten: *flies to the spot where Jet Stream was, and looks around.* Wha….. where did he go?
Trunks: Never mind that, Goten, we’ve got to tell the others about this. If what we saw was really a Saiyajin, then everyone should know about it.
Goten: Right! You tell your folks, and I’ll tell mine.
*They both zoom off in different directions.*
*Next day, noon*
*Cut to Capsule Corp. The Son family has gathered there with Bulma to discuss the event Trunks and Goten described. The televiewer is on the panel on a nearby wall, tuned into a news broadcast channel. The volume has been set low so not to disturb the discussion.*
Bulma: Hm, *chews on a pencil* I have SOME idea of what could the Saiyajin you saw be, but I don’t want to make guesses with nothing to back it up. Vejita, you’re absolutely sure there are no other Saiyajins out there that survived Freeza’s blast?
Vejita: *sneers* Don’t make me laugh, woman. Kakaroto, Raditz, Nappa, and I are the only surviving Saiyajin from Vejitasei. And then there are you half-breeds. *says it with indignation.* Other than that, there isn’t any other Saiyajin anywhere in the universe. I’m heir to the throne on Vejitasei, I know everything that happens. If there were survivors, I would have known about it. I’m going to find out exactly what is going on. If this someone dares insult me with this prank, there’ll be nothing left of them once I’m done, not even enough to fill an urn.
Goku: Well there’s nothing we can do unless the guy Trunks and Goten saw shows up again.
Vejita: You can sit here and rot, Kakarot, but I’m going to find this guy myself, and beat information out of him.
*Trunks notices something on the televiever. He unfolds his hands quickly, and make a start*
Trunks: minna-san! Something’s up. *turns up the volume.*
**Reporter: The police has been notified immediately of this situation, and citizens have been ordered to evacuate the area. Behind me are the live footages from the helicam surrounding the scene….*
*The group find themselves staring at the south part of town being energy-blasted by 4 figures in the sky. One of them are staying behind the other three, and is just folding his arms, while his accomplices shoot ki projectiles from their hands at random buildings. As the camera zooms in, they can see that that man is in a white uniform with two dragons with similar poses in the front, along with a black flowing cape. He has short silver hair, split in the middle of his to the left and right side of his face. The handle of a sword is diagonally pointing from behind his right shoulder.*
*The figure directly in front of the caped man was Jet Stream, whom Trunks and Goten met last night. On his left is the body of a young female with well-defined curves accentuated by her sleek outfit. Over her thin red body suit, she is wearing a black sleeveless leather jacket, a loosely hanged brown utilities belt around her supple waists, a gold wristband on her right arm, and combat boots that extended up to her knees. Her black hair in front of her is cut short and each distinct strand is curved slightly inward towards her forehead, while behind her she kept her hair long and freely flowing. Her eyes are as dark as her hair, but shined in the sunlight like black diamonds. A more fearsome figure has taken his post to Jet’s right. He is wearing an eye patch on his left eye. His great scarred chest throbs back and forth as he launches one blast after another. Building after building are being crumbled to their foundations as the three figures continue their assault.*
Goku: Shimatta! We have to stop them! Gohan! Goten! Lets go! *runs out to the door*
*With a nod, Gohan and Goten follows their father. Vejita growls, and speeds to the exit as well. Trunks is just strapping on his sword, when Bulma puts her hands on his arm.*
Bulma: Trunks, you don’t need to go. Whoever this people are, Goku and the others can take care of them. They’ve beaten much worse opponents than these. Besides, I need you to finish adjustments on the new computer matrix I installed.
Trunks: *pauses, then puts his sword down.* Hai, okaasan.
*Cut to the scene of destruction. Goku, Vejita, Gohan, and Goten has just arrived, stopping at a distance 50 yards away from the city’s invaders, who stopped their attack momentarily.*
Goku: *looks at the figures, his anger rising* Whoever you are, I won’t let you harm this city any longer.
*The caped figure gave a laugh.*
Figure: That wasn’t my intention. Now that you’ve shown yourself, we can finally stop this mindless destruction. *addresses the other 3 figures* Jet Stream! Tempo! Treble! Now you will finally have your chance to sharpen your skills against real opponents, and prove yourselves worthy of being a member of Team Phalanx. But remember, try not to spill more of their blood than necessary.
All three: Yes Argos.
Vejita: *grins* So, it’s a fight you are looking for.
*Argo’s team situate themselves farther apart, and stands ready. Goku and the others do the same.*
Jet: Tempo, *looks at Vejita* I got that guy, how bout you?
*The girl looks at Jet, with a grin, then looks at Goku*
Tempo: the boy’s mine.
Goku: {strange….. I can’t feel their ki….} hmp, don’t underestimate us.
*Without further words, Jet Stream, Tempo, and Treble bursts into different paths towards Vejita, Goku, Gohan, and Goten. They can feel their blood rushing faster in their body, as they prepared for the attack. Vejita was caught by surprise as Jet came in and a delivered a punch at blinding speed, faster than he could anticipate, and flies back a great distance from the rest. Jet came around for another strike, but this time Vejita was ready, and grabbed the punch, but was met with a elbow to his face. Tempo attacked Goku with punches and strikes that seemed to come in every direction, and Goku is forced back parrying all the strikes. He strikes back when he sees an opportunity, but found his attacking arm hooked by Tempo, and received a chain of attacks following his mistake. Treble gathered energy in both his hands and hurled the projectiles at Gohan and Goten, who dodged out of the way. Treble immediately ram into Goten with his knee, and clotheslined Gohan next. His huge and bulky figure gave a misconception of his speed.*
Goku: *manages to kick Tempo’s ribs after taking a lot of hits, and backs up a good distance.* {Kuso! They’re tougher than they look, looks like we’ll need to power up} *yells* Stop!
*Argos looks at Goku with interest, and nods to his men to stop.*
Argos: Are you giving up?
Goku: *grins* Your people are tough fighters, but only when we are at this level. Are they powerful enough against Super Saiyajins?
Argos: Do tell, I would like to see “Super Saiyajin”. *grin*
Vejita: Heh! Are you prepared to pick up their pieces? Ah…… *gathers his anger and energy* ahhhh…… *gets angrier, but nothing is happening. He furrows his eye brows, confused at the delay. He grits his teeth, and clenches his fists* AHHHHH!!!!………
*still no effect.*
*Vejita strains hard. Sweat beads are accumulating on his forehead at an incredible rate, while his veins pop up on all parts of his body. Despite his effort, it is no use. He is still aura-less, his hair is still black, and his power level, although increased, is no where enough to be considered Super Saiyajin.*
Vejita: AHHHH!!!!! SHIMATA!!!! *drops his hands on his knees, breathing rapidly.*
Goku: Vejita!
Gohan and Goten: Vejita-san!?
Goku: Ah….. *tries to power up, and finds himself straining as hard as Vejita, with the same result.* Nani!!!!!!
Gohan & Goten: Otousan!
*Gohan tries to power up. Although he naturally doesn’t gain the Super Saiyajin aura and hair when he powers up, he finds himself as helpless as his father and Vejita. Goten tries the same, with the same waste in effort.*
Goten: What the hell!
Argos: *grins, and chuckles* No show, eh? Well, I’m very disappointed.
Gohan: matte…
*Cut to Capsule Corp, just a couple minutes earlier. Trunks is in the capsule development computer center, and is working with a screwdriver on an open panel. Bulma is right next to him.*
Bulma: Here, Trunks, the XD-128 processing chip goes there.
*Trunks takes the chip, and is about to put it into the directed slot, but feels a dark sensation.*
Trunks: Otousan?
Bulma: Trunks?
Trunks: his power level is low… And so is Gohan and Goten’s! Even Goku-san…..! Why…. Why aren’t they powering up?
Bulma: What?! *turns on the televiewer in that room.* There they are!
*Trunks and Bulma looks at the screen, and sees Goku and the other Saiyajins straining to power up, just as Argos expressed this insincere disappointment.*
Trunks: Nani??? *takes his sword* I’ve got to go help! *tries to power up, and feeling nothing coming to him* Nani!!!!? I can’t power up!
Bulma: Trunks? Oh no!
*Trunks helplessly looks onto the televiewer*
Goku: *looks to Argos* What have you done to us?
Argos: *smiles* What I’ve done, is nothing to sneeze at. Hehehe. We will have plenty of time to talk this over later, I assure you.
Bulma: *snaps her head up* sneeze! *realizes something* Trunks, you and the others got an injection when you got the vaccine for the flu, right?
Trunks: *blinks* hai.
Bulma: *gets into a frenzy* Trunks, I need a sample of your blood right now!
*Back at the battle scene.*
Argos: There’s no need for this to continue any longer. Tempo, Jet Stream, Treble.
*He nods to them, and they obligingly nods back*
*A couple minute later…..*
*Goten is lying in rubble, while the muscle bound Treble has grabbed Gohan’s head with his huge hands, pulled him to the air, and is pounding Gohan’s stomach endlessly. Vejita is in no better shape with Jet Stream, and is having trouble just keeping his sight straight while he takes the blows. Goku is getting worn down by Tempo, who moves like greased lightning around Goku.*
Goku: Oof!! *takes a blow to his face* {Why can’t we transform to Super Saiyajin} *looks around for a split second on everyone else, and receives another blow that escaped his defense* {I can’t go on…..}
*At his moment of despair, Goku suddenly remembered something….. something from a long time ago. He backs up, and concentrates, hoping with all his heart it will work.*
Goku: Kaiou-ken!!! *A red flashing aura shoots up around Goku, as he powers up in the old yet familiar method as Kaiou-sama had taught him. Goku feels his power grow to twice it originally was* YOSH!!!! San-bai Kaiou-ken! (3rd level).
*Goku powers up even more, and engages Tempo with renewed energy. Tempo is caught by surprise, and gets knocked straight through a building.*
Argos: Hm? *looks at Goku* This I did not anticipate… but his power level still no match for us.
Tempo: Kiai!!!! *raises her own power level, and charges a ki blast, and releases it at Goku* Powder Parfait!
*Goku dodges out of the way of the direct path, but it exploded anyway. Goku flies back, trying to shake away the stars from his head. Treble sees the new threat, and charges at Goku with a punch, knocking his senses back. Goku looks at Treble, with a furious glint in his eye.*
Goku: Shi-bai Kaiou-ken! (7th level) AHHHHH!!!! *straining his body to its limits, and disregarding the risks to his body. He looks at Tempo, and charges the energy into his cupped palms* Ka…….. me…..ha…..me…… HA!!!!!!
*The power beam of energy soars into Treble, exploding upon contact with this body. Goku takes one last look, as the brute emerges from the smoke, not phased in the least, before he falls to the ground.*
*Cut to Capsule Corp.*
Trunks: *shaking with anger* Goku-san! Kuso! NO!!!!
Bulma: Trunks…. You couldn’t have done anything even if you went. *hands him a key chip* This is the only hope we’ve got…….
Trunks: *looks at Bulma, trying to control himself, as he takes the key chip* Hai……
*Trunks lifts his head, and seemingly look through the walls, pass four rooms, into the chamber where a vehicle he haven’t touched for a year was being kept. On it’s still shiny hull, the words “Hope II” gleamed brightly albeit the limited amount of light entering the room.*
Japanese Translations:
Arigatoo:
Thanks
Summimasen: Excuse me
Gomen:
Sorry
Otousan:
Father
Okaasan:
Mother
Ikimasho:
Lets go!
Vejitasei:
Planet Vejita
Shimatta:
Damn!
Kuso:
Shit!
~~ Finally took me long enough to sit down and write a full-length part, eh? Hope you enjoyed it. I'll welcome and reply to any comments or questions about the sequel. See you in the next part!
Ranma Nibunnoichi