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         **Masaki Ball Z!**

Part One: No Need for Saiyans

 

 

 

Bulma was sitting on a mossy log in the middle of the forest waiting for Gohan to come

pick her and Trunks up. She had gone on a walk, it was supposed to be a short walk, at

which point a giant saber tooth tiger chased her and her little baby all through the forest.

Bulma ran so fast her legs became a blur and her mouth hung open as she wailed for help.

When they had finally lost the beast, Bulma was too tired to walk home, and didn't really

know where she was, so she called Gohan on one of her amazing little gadgets. He'd find

them soon, she was sure.

ONE HOUR LATER

Bulma was bored and Trunks needed a change. He was crawling all over her with that

poop stink babies get and she was pissed.

"Where's Gohan? I called him an hour ago! Trunks needs a change and I'm missing my

favorite soap," whined Bulma as she cradled Trunks against her.

"Hey, Trunks, how would you like to explore a bit?" asked Bulma with a big

mischievous smile plastered on her face. Trunks giggled.

As they wandered through the forest Bulma noticed the ground was getting hilly and

misty.

"Oooh, Trunks, look at the butterfly!" she cooed as a little pink bug flittered into the

bushes.

"Man, Gohan is so late! I swear I feel like I've been walking for days. Let's go rest at that

shrine... Trunks! Look! People! Yay!!!! That's funny, a shrine in the middle of

nowhere... Oh well! Let's go check it out!"

Bulma hurriedly hopped and skipped, bouncing the stinky Trunks around, all the way to

the shrine.

"Heeelllloooooo? Anybody there? Heeeeelllllloooo???" called Bulma.

"Welcome to the Masaki shrine, I am Katsuhito. I am protector of this place," a tall gaunt

faced man with glinting spectacles replied as he crept out of the shadows.

"Oh, my! Well, I'm Bulma and this is Trunks. Say hi to the funny man, Trunks, say hi!"

cooed Bulma.

"You look tired. Please, join my family for dinner, Bulma," Katsuhito politely gestured in

the direction of Tenchi's house. "I won't be joining you, but my son-in-law should be

happy to give you some tea and a place to rest."

"Oh, thank you!"

As Bulma skipped along to the wooden house below, Katsuhito became worried.

>Could this be a sign of deterioration in the universal link? I must speak to Washu on

this. This woman and her child do not belong here...<

 

 

Later that Evening

 

Bulma sat next to Washu at the dinner table. The small child-like scientist was having a

field day simply looking at this strange creature.

>What a perfect specimen! Straight from another dimension! And she has offspring. If I

can get her to my lab...<

"So, Bulma! Where are you from?"

"My dad owns Capsule Corp, you must know of him- everyone uses our stuff! I live with

him and my mom a few miles away. I'm not sure in what direction, but it can't be far."

The as yet unnoticed members of the Masaki house glanced questioningly at each other,

they had never even heard of a capsule before.

Aeka, first princess of Jurai, stopped hitting Ryoko's cyan colored head long enough to

question Bulma.

"Miss Bulma, I personally don't know what a capsule is. Could you explain what they

are?"

"Um, okay. I thought everyone knew what a capsule is. Well, it is a small palm sized

container that holds any kind of object, large or small. We have cars, houses, drink

machines, anything really! You people have to know what a capsule is."

"Hey, you listen here, I am not some ignorant country bumpkin! I am first princess of

Jurai and I'll have you know that if you had such an invention I would know of it. I think

you're lying!" cried the amethyst haired princess.

"Wha... wha... you really don't... Wait a minute," Bulma pulled out a scanner device

of some type and pushed buttons on its surface causing several strange beeps and whistles

and a long roll of paper printouts to cascade over her lap onto the floor. "Ah ha! This

device pinpoints strange phenomena, such as a warp in time or shift of gravity, you know,

the usual stuff. It says that there is a slight bend in space several kilometers to the west-

that's where I came from. It's showing no signs of deterioration or instability, but I am

getting strange fluctuations in energy, leading me to..."

"...you're from another dimension!" interrupted Washu.

"Yeah, I guess so!"

"Ug, can you people ever say things in plain Japanese?" complained a long faced Tenchi.

"Oh, weeeeeell, it seems that me and Trunks have journeyed through a small rip in space,

like a hole, from our universe to yours."

"Um, lady, your kid is really starting to stink!" cried a torture-faced Ryoko as she held

her nose and grimaced.

"Oh! Trunks did a poopie!" giggled Bulma.

 

 

 

Mihoshi sat in front of the TV after dinner watching Space Police Policeman with Sasami

(the blue haired sprite didn't seem to be enjoying herself very much, she had had to clean

up dinner all by herself and was in a bad mood).

Washu had managed to lure Bulma and Trunks into her lab with promises of really neat

technology to mess around with. Being a sucker for electric things of every type, Bulma

entered the lab, against her better judgment.

Tenchi, Ryoko, and Aeka sat on the porch, for once able to sit together without

immediately causing the destruction of some sort of furniture, or small mammal.

"Lord Tenchi, do you think that Bulma woman is safe?" queried a worried Aeka. The

Masaki house had had its share of unwelcome guests.

"I don't know, but she seems nice enough. I'm more worried about her now that Washu

has her in her lab."

"Yeah, well, I just know that that kid is trouble. He's got something in him that's just not

right. The potential for power is so... weird," said Ryoko, her feline features coming

together in a frown.

"So, I guess we'd better stay on his good side, ha ha ha!" Tenchi was trying to be funny

again.  

 "What I can't understand is how a tear could have happened. We should all be very alert

for enemies or evil forces." said Aeka.

At that moment, with the sun just setting and a cold breeze blowing into the valley, two

distinct forms could be seen jetting across the sky.

 

"Gohan, can you see her anywhere? I'm getting really worried. Where would she have

gone?"

"Well, Trunks, she is your mom!"

"Well, my mom never fell through a rip in space when I was a baby! I mean she is a bit.

thoughtless, at times, but not to the point of hurting anyone."

"You were raised in a different reality, though. By coming back to the past to save my

dad, you changed a lot. Maybe you turned your mom into an airhead!" Gohan teased his

future student.

Future Trunks playfully punched him as they flew high above the trees.

"Well, at least this alerted us to the existence of this thing. Who knows what evil could be

here. We don't need any more enemies, that's for sure."

"Yeah, three androids and a weird guy that sucks people out of their clothes is enough,

isn't it?" quipped Gohan.

"Hey, Gohan, it looks like there's a small farm over there. Lets go check it out. Maybe

they know where Bulma is."

"Right"

 

The pair descended upon the three forms below, unaware of the power held by the Two

Juraian nobles and the space pirate.

 

"Tenchi, get back! Someone's coming!" hissed Aeka.

"Don't worry, Lord Tenchi, I will protect you!" cried Ryoko as she lunged at Tenchi,

grappling him to her and eliciting a very negative response from Aeka.

"Get your filthy hands off Tenchi, you beastly hussy!"

"Oh yeah! You spoiled brat!"

"Girls! Stop it! They're coming!"

Both stopped arguing as the taller of the two warriors descended and approached them.

 

"Hi, I was wondering."

"No, you cannot destroy Tenchi! Whatever reason you're here for, he's mine!" yelled

Aeka as she raised her Jurain shield.

"Just for the record, Tenchi is mine, and I can protect him better than you, princess!"

snapped Ryoko.

"Girls! Girls, please stop!" cried Tenchi.

"I'm not after Tenchi, whoever that is."

"Oh, good, then you may go unharmed. As first princess of Jurai I welcome you and your

companion. Now I must check on Sasami. Good Night, Lord Tenchi." Aeka left, entering

the house, everyone sweat-dropped.

"Well, um, I was wondering if you could tell me where someone is?"

"You're from the tear, aren't you?" said Ryoko.

"Yes. I wa..."

"Hey! First I have some questions. Who are you and how did you find the tear?"

"I'm Trunks, super saiyan. We were following someone here..."

"Who's your friend?" Ryoko asked with a great deal of force, although she was busy

trying to figure out a way to rub against Tenchi without losing her piratesque stance.

"That's Gohan."

"Just Gohan, eh? Maybe we should meet this Gohan."

Trunks motioned Gohan over, and he slowly descended.

Bulma chose that moment to scream.

 

The four warriors; Tenchi, Ryoko, Trunks, and Gohan ran into the house.

Bulma was running in circles in front of Washu's lab, screaming that she wasn't going to

let Washu stick 'that' 'there'.

Once she saw Trunks and Gohan she ran over to them, clutching little Trunks.

"She's crazy! Oh my gosh! Hey... where have you two been? I called you guys over

seven hours ago! I can't believe you people! The least you boys could have done was

hurry up a little!"

"But Bulma! We searched all over! Only a few minutes ago did we find the rip thing that

you came through!" cried Gohan. No one would accuse him of being lazy!

"That's no excuse! Little Trunks could have caught cold! Then what kind of a future

would you have Trunks, huh?"

"But mom, I mean Bulma, we really tried to get here fast!"

"Well, okay. And you should call me mom, Trunks! That's what I am!" smiled Bulma,

all hostility forgotten.

"EEEEEEEEEeeeewwwww! Trunks did a stinky! I'm gonna need to change him, do you

think you could help me Sasami?" cooed Bulma.

"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh."

 

By now, everyone was entirely confused. Trunks AND Trunks? Bulma didn't look old

enough to have had a kid as old as the obviously adult Trunks, and who would give both

their kids the same name?

"Time travel!" yipped Washu happily, "I see, you are this child in the future!"

"Yeah." gulped Trunks.

"Please help yourselves to our home and food!" said a previously unnoticed Nobuyuki.

"Thank you." said both Trunks and Gohan together.

"Hey, boys, I think it would be a good idea if we stayed here at least until tomorrow so

that we can figure out what's going on, okay?"

Both Gohan and Trunks nodded hesitantly. Who knows how much time was left before

the end of their Earth. Yet, if anyone here could help...

"If that is okay with you people." said Trunks.

 "I know! You guys can stay in my lab!" yelled Washu from her doorway.

"Uh, no, the couch is fine..."

 

  

 The Next Morning

 

Trunks and Gohan had slept on the floor, while Bulma and Little Trunks had taken the

sofa. All three woke to the smell of really great food, courtesy of Sasami.

"Oh, boy! That sure smells good!" Gohan yelled with excitement.

The two saiyans practically ran into the kitchen.

Bulma, on the other hand, was stuck changing  Baby Trunks again.

When Gohan and Trunks saw the huge piles of food on the table their mouths watered.

No sooner had they sat down to eat with Sasami and Tenchi when a thunderous roar

could be heard from upstairs.

"Oh, no! The girls are at it again!" wailed Tenchi.

"Tenchi! Good morning!" cooed a frazzled and sleepy looking Ryoko as she teleported

through the ceiling, to the shock of the two saiyans.

"Are you fighting with Aeka again?" scolded Tenchi.

"Oh, she was telling me all about how great and wonderful she is, so I flashed her to

show her what a real woman looks like. She's so boring, Tenchi. Can't you make her go

away... For me? Then we can get married and have lots of little humans!"

"YOU FLASHED AEKA!?!" screamed Tenchi as his nose bled.

"Yeah, and then she started shooting things at me! She's so mean!"

Tenchi was now flat on the floor covered in a very angry nosebleed.

"Oh, you've done it again. You shouldn't tease him like that, Ryoko." said a just-woken-

up Washu.

Aeka scurried down the stairs, a look of hostility all over her face.

"Really Miss Ryoko. Only a heathen such as yourself would do such a gross act. If my

breasts sagged as badly as yours, I would never let anyone see me naked!" quipped Aeka.

"So that's why you wear a towel when you take a bath." Said an innocent Mihoshi, her

eyes shining doe-like.

Ryoko was now on the floor holding her sides as she laughed hysterically at how red

Aeka was becoming.

Aeka grabbed a rice cake and stormed out, Tenchi not far behind. He was yelling and

crying, asking her to forgive Ryoko and begging her not to destroy his house.

Trunks was tired of watching the group act like a bunch of sadistic elves, so he stood and

addressed the few Masaki household members left at the table.

"I must thank you for your hospitality, but there are things we need to discuss. On our

Earth, there are several threats you might want to hear about. If you could help us defeat these

monsters, we would be really grateful.

"There are three androids and a creature that sucks people into itself in order to gain

power. So far, the worst one seems to be the latter, Cell. He is trying to make himself

ruler of my universe."

"He... eewwwww! That's worse than Kagato!" Exclaimed Washu.

"Nothing is worse than Kagato..." Ryoko looked down at her feet, memories flooding

her mind.

"Hey," said Tenchi, who had just rejoined the group, "We'll help you. Let's all go to the

tear, defeat these things, and get home in time for dinner!"

"They are not that easy to defeat, but time is running out."

"Let's go!" yelled Bulma.

 

After a small discussion on their adversaries' weaknesses, Trunks, Gohan, Tenchi,

Ryoko, Aeka, Bulma, and Washu all set out for the tear.

The small grove from which the four "aliens" had come was quiet and empty. The air felt

lighter than before, and there was an odd sense of wrongness.

"Wait, I can't get a reading on the tear! Its signature is entirely gone!" cried Washu.

"It can't be gone! It was here just yesterday!" wailed Bulma.

"Oh, no..." whispered Trunks as he fell to his knees.

Washu looked up from her instruments, "Lets get back to my lab, maybe I can figure out

what happened."

 

Washu's Lab

 

"I can't find its signature anywhere, guys. It's as if it never even existed. I can try to

access your dimension here in my lab, but I doubt it will work." said a sympathetic

Washu.

"Oh! It's all my fault! If I hadn't told you guys to stay we'd be back home now! Without

you two and my genius, our Earth is doomed!" whimpered Bulma.

"I suggest you get used to this place, I don't think you'll be going home any time

soon..."

 

 

"Are you okay, Gohan? I heard about what Washu said. I'm sorry." Said Sasami.

"I just can't believe I won't see my parents ever again. I hardly ever get to see my dad

anyway. It's so unfair! All of my friends are gonna die if we can't get home."

"Would you like to see the forest? It always makes me feel better. Maybe you'll feel

better, too."

"Okay. Thanks for being so nice, Sasami."

Sasami giggled and blushed.

 

Ryoko, a bottle of Sake in one hand and a tray of sweets in the other, crept up on the

slumped over Trunks.

"Hey there! Join me for a drink! I'm tired of drinking with Aeka and Nobuyuki. You look

like you can handle yourself!"

"I don't drink." said a startled Trunks.

"Hey, never too late to start! Takes all your troubles away!"

"Well... then again... I was training before... okay."

So the two drank deep into the night, singing old drunkard songs and scaring little

animals away as they noisily boasted about how many things they'd killed.

 

Sasami slept fitfully, a vision of evil behind her closed lids. She was afraid, Tsunami was

afraid... There would be a reckoning, and someone would die...

 

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*Quote of the Day-*

 

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep

And miles to go before I sleep."

-Robert Frost; Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening