So the time-displaced individuals spent the night in #17's luxurious mansion. The house was indeed very grand. The master bedroom was very spacious (and Bra immediately claimed for herself), and the three other guest rooms are very comfortable too. The fridge was well-stocked with food, and plenty of booze as well. They helped themselves; the domestic robot served them after it determined that they were #17's guests.
The six impersonator/intruders discussed their current situation over a late night snack in the kitchen. "So... we're definitely not in our own timeline," #17 said thoughtfully, while stirring his cognac. Apparently, the owner of the mansion stocked a lot of expensive (and very tasty) drinks, and #17 approved of his taste. After all, it was still him, and in this timeline he appears to be doing very well for himself. #17 finished his drink and poured himself another. It was already his tenth bottle straight. As a cyborg, the alcohol level in his body didn't affect him very much.
"Yeah," Trunks agreed, wolfing down another slice of pizza and washed it down with a swig of beer. "Looks like Mirai Bulma made some miscalculations. Our portal is gone, so in the meantime we're stuck here. I guess our only option is to see this timeline's Bulma and ask for her help. Let's hope she knows how to build a better time machine."
"But shouldn't we keep our presence here a secret?" Marron asked. "Remember what Mirai Bulma said. We should keep a minimum contact with the people in other timelines because the slightest act can cause drastic changes."
"I know," Trunks said. "But we don't have any choice, do we? Besides, we've already had more than a minimum contact with the people in the last timeline we were in."
Goten suddenly piped up. "Hey! I've got an idea. Why don't we just wish ourselves back? We only need to find out if this world has dragonballs, then we gather them and wish ourselves back home."
"Good idea!" Trunks patted Goten hard on the back, making him gag on his sandwich. "That way, we only have to borrow the dragon radar from this world's Bulma. Tomorrow I'll go to Capsule Corporation and borrow it from her, and then we can start searching."
"Before we do that," Marron interrupted, "we better find out what this world is like first, how different it is from our world. That way, we won't say or do anything that might arouse their suspicions. I can go to the library to do some research first," she volunteers, "before you go to see Bulma."
"OK. I don't think there'll be any problem with Bulma, but that's a good idea," Trunks said. "OK. So it's settled then." He got up. "Why don't we go watch some TV? I've been eyeing your large-screen TV, #17. And your sound system is pretty cool too. I didn't know you had such good taste in home entertainment systems."
"Neither did I," #17 muttered.
Everybody sat in front of the TV. #17 located the remote control and turned on the TV. A video by a rock band was playing. "Ugh, what horrible sound," #17 said, and changed to another channel.
"This is the live telecast from this year's Tenkaichi Boudukai, where Mr. Satan the reigning champion has once again succeeded in defending his title. We'll be back with a word from the man himself after this break--"
"Looks like some things don't change," #17 changed the channel again.
"--the latest single from the most successful rock band of the year," the host of the show was saying, while in the background the band's video was playing.
"It's that stupid music again," #17 said, and changed to yet another channel.
"Hey, I kinda like it," Trunks said. "Yeah," Goten agreed. The girls seemed to like it too.
"--Satan brand mineral water, the champion's choice!" proclaimed the advertisement on the TV, featuring Mr.Satan. #17 changed the channel again.
Everybody stared in shock at the screen. Then Marron screamed and grabbed the remote control from her uncle's hand. She turned off the TV and threw the remote control away. The others didn't stop her. They were still dazed, for there on the TV screen a moment ago was #18. She was wearing a nightie and kissing a man in bed passionately. And it wasn't Kuririn.