Now back to our time-displaced heroes.
The portal finally opened, dropping its occupants without warning. Fortunately, the ground where they were dropped was flat and grassy, so they landed without injury.
Everybody dusted their bodies as they got up. It was in the dead of night and it was dark everywhere except for some flickers of light from the portal. Everybody looked as the lights died down. Then suddenly it brightened for a while, then dimmed down. This went on for a while, and smoke was coming out of the portal as this was happening.
"Careful everybody! It might blow," Trunks warned. Everybody prepared to take cover. Finally it did blow with a "Foomp!". Fortunately the explosion was quite small and harmless. Everybody looked on as the last of the smoke blew away and everything was dark and quiet again.
"I bet we're lost in time again," Marron started conversation. "Yeah," Goten agreed. "The portal didn't seem very stable. Mirai Bulma must've made a mistake. And now it's gone."
"Oniichan?" Bra said. "Are we lost again? I wanna go home." Trunks looked at his sister and then at his friends. "We don't know that yet. For all we know, we are home. It's just too dark to see. I suggest we find a place nearby to spend the night and figure out where we are in the morning."
"But I don't feel my father's ki or your father's." Goten remarked. "Well, maybe they're sleeping," Trunks replied. "Come on, we better find a place to sleep too."
#17 interrupted everybody. "I think I know where we are." Everybody looked at him. "Really? Where?" Pan asked.
"This is the woods where I live," #17 said. "My hut shouldn't be far away. Come on, I'll lead the way."
By now their eyes had focused to the darkness. "You're right, uncle," Marron said. She'd been to her uncle's place a few times. "But this place looks kinda different at night."
"Say..." Bra interrupted as a thought occured to her. "Is your hut big enough for the six of us? I want a room with a big bed, a shower, TV..."
"Umm... I think you girls can fit in. The three of us guys will sleep outside," #17 said.
"It's that small, huh?" Trunks snickered, but was cut short by the sight of a very beautiful and expensive-looking mansion. It wasn't as big as the Capsule Corp. building, but it was grand nonetheless. The owner must be a millionaire at least.
The others were awed too. While everybody was admiring the beautiful mansion, #17 spoke angrily. "Hey! This is where my hut is supposed to be. Who gave the bastard, whoever he is, the right to just tear my house down and build his own house here without consulting me?!"
He walked up to the front door angrily and banged loudly. "Come out now, or I'll blow up your "£$%!* expensive door to dust!"
Behind him, the others were discussing this strange turn of events.
"I tell you," Goten said, putting his hands over the squirming Pan's ears. "We must've landed in the future where #17's hut has been torn down to build this mansion. Isn't this land wanted by some millionaire or other who wanted to build a resort here?"
"Uncle, watch your language. There are children here," Marron said.
"It's no big deal, Marron," Bra said. "My parents talk like that too when they think I'm not around."
"Looks like we better head straight home, then," Trunks said. "Hey, #17! You can stay with us for the night. I'm sure my parents won't mind."
The door was opened by a domestic robot. It made a scan of #17, then said, in the typical robotic voice, "Scan completed. Identity verified. Welcome home, master #17."