Title: A Ripple in Time
Rating: R to NC-17
Fandom: Real World/Dragonball Z
Warnings: Um..... rape. Sorta dark, but will get better, I promise!! *hides under blankie*
Disclaimer: I know this idea has been done before, but this time, it has a slight twist. Also, I stole the concept of the overbearing mother from Center Stage and mixed her with Chichi. Hope you don't mind! I don't own any of the characters so don't sue me. You know the drill. Well, on to the ficcie!
Oi = Hey
Waka ta = okay
Hai = Yes
Tsuden Ikko = Instant Transmission
Shinee = die
So ka = I see
Daijoubu ka = Are you okay?
Senshi = warrior
Futskayoi = Hangover
Kisama = you
Nan da = what is it?
Nuy ta = It worked
Nani = what?
Juuhachico = No. 18
Arigato = thank you!
Doitashimashite = you're welcome
-sama = a term of respect
Aho = moron
Yatta = I did it!
I was brought out of my reverie by Piccolo's chi coming from the ground several miles in front of me. I frowned, it was fluctuating rapidly, and he was either nervous or scared. If he was scared, I wouldn't want to know what he was facing.
"Vegita, do you feel that?"
I put on an extra burst of speed and flew down to the chi signature of Piccolo. I was surprised to see my house, I mean, the house that Gokuh lived in on the show. I landed softly on the ground and ran to the open door. A book came flying out and I barely managed to dodge it. It hit Vegita instead, who was right behind me.
"Kuso!!!" He yelled clutching his head, his eyes watering.
I poked my head into the door to see what was going on and saw Piccolo and Gohan holding their heads protectively and Chichi screaming, red in the face. Bags of groceries were on the table, although one had fallen off, the contents of which were strewn over the floor. The TV set was broken; a smoking fist-shaped hole where the screen should be, and pretty much the whole house was wrecked.
"Chichi?" I asked hesitantly.
"Gokuh!" She attention turned to me, she snapped her head to the side and started advancing on me. "Do you know what our son has been doing when I was gone?"
"No... What?" I asked.
"He turned on the TV and was watching a fighting program!"
"And your point is..." I raised an eyebrow.
Steam started to spout from her ears as she closed her eyes, a vein standing out on her forehead.
"I saw you hugging that nasty little man!!!! Don't you try to get out of it!" She screamed.
"AHHHHH!!!" Vegita flew at her, wrapping his hands around her neck and closed them, throttling her. "HOW DARE YOU CALL ME LITTLE!!"
"Ack..." She sounded like a duck, letting herself be strangled for a while before reaching into her back pocket.
"Oh no!! Watch out, Vegita! She's getting her-"
"Frying pan." Piccolo groaned.
Vegita vibrated; his hair flattened by her all-purpose frying pan. "K... kkk... kkkk... kk..." He slipped to the ground in shock.
"Chichi! What did you do that for?"
"You big lummox! All I do is work, cook, and slave over this house, and what thanks do I get? You hugging that evil little man on TV for all of Japan ro see!!!!!"
After several minutes, Vegita pushed himself to his feet, rubbing his head. "Damn onna!!"
"No one calls me a onna!" Chichi screamed and advanced of Vegita again. His eyes widened and he backed away, starting to run as she chased him waving her pan over her head. I just stood there with a dumb look on my face as I watched what was happening. Now this had never happened in the anime. Vegita put on the speed and before I could realize it jumped behind me, using me for a human shield. I looked back up in time to receive a frying pan to the face. I was Gokuh. Vegita was hiding behind me. And Chichi just hit me in the face with a frying pan. Could my day get any weirder than this? Oh wait. It could.
"Eeeeeeehhhhhhhhh!!!!" I squawked as I rubbed the sore spot where she hit me. "Calm down, Chichi!!"
"Calm down? How can I calm down! Gohan only did five pages of homework and you expect me to calm down!?!?" She panted.
Ok, I had to think fast, had to think fast, had to... Got it!!
"Chichi, why don't you go take a few days at a day spa? I'll make sure that Gohan studies, you won't have to worry about a thing! You need time to relax, maybe some 'you time'..."
"Really you'll do that?" She transformed into the perfect mother. "Aw, you're so sweet! Let me get my purse!"
In five minutes, she had left the house. Was I good or what? I smirked to myself. Ok, now to keep pretending I was Gokuh!!
Piccolo, Gohan, and Vegita came out from hiding and grouped around me, eyeing me as if I had grown a tail. Not that I'd never had one before, but that's beside the point.
"Gokuh, I never would have thought you could do that!" Piccolo spoke up.
"Do what?" I replied, my dumb look firmly in place.
"Stand up to Chichi! Even Vegita is afraid of her!!"
"No I'm not! I just don't like getting hit with a frying pan." Vegita moped with his usual scowl.
"Do I really have to do my homework, 'Toussan?" Gohan wailed.
"Yes, you should. I'll help you if you like."
I nodded, smiling.
"Gokuh, do schoolwork? Now this I gotta see." Piccolo folded his arms over his chest. I smirked.
"Hey, Piccolo, wanna make a bet?"
"A wager. If I help Gohan with say, five pages of schoolwork, and don't get any answers wrong, you'll make dinner for us."
"And if you don't..."
"Then I'll make dinner. Deal?"
"Hn, you know you're going to lose, Kakarott. Why not save yourself the humiliation? We all know you can't cook to save you're life."
"And what makes you think I can't do simple 8th grade work? Or cook?" I huffed. Oh yeah, right. I was Gokuh.
I smirked. This was going to be fun... Now to show up Green Bean.
"Ok, where shall we start, Gohan?" I asked sitting down next to him at the kitchen table. He had brought out his homework from his room and spread it across the tabletop. Vegita and Piccolo were standing behind us looking grumpy, as usual.
"Um... how about-"
"Why not math?" Vegita interrupted.
"Ok with you, Gohan?" I asked.
He assented and pulled out his Algebra book, opening it to the two hundred something page and set down some pencils in front of me along with some blank paper.
"Are you sure you're supposed to be doing Algebra? I thought that in the eighth grade you did pre-algebra."
"Well, you do, but Mom has me in Honor classes."
"Hai, I see now."
"I don't think you even know what an Honor class is, Kakarott. Now stop talking, and start the homework. The sooner you do, the sooner you will be humiliated and then we can spar."
"Spar? But we just killed Cell?" I asked, a dazed expression on my face. Huh? Oh man, I feel a headache coming on. I wanna sleep!! ::Mental pout::
"Shimata, will you start already?!?"
I looked back down to the homework; it wasn't very complex. I smirked.
"What, Gokuh, are you getting nervous?" Piccolo muttered sarcastically under his breath.
"So what do you have to do?" I asked Gohan, ignoring Piccolo.
"From pages 206 to 236."
"Ok, do you want to time me?"
"We already know the result, will you just start?!?"
Okay, it was at times like this when you just had to stay calm. I sharpened my pencil and wrote in flowing cursive on the header the my name, date, and the subject I was going to work on. Then I tackled the first problem. It took me three seconds to find the answer and I moved to the next, hearing gasps on surprised all around me.
"Looks like your going to lose that bet, ne Piccolo?" I smirked finishing the two hundredth problem. All I heard in response was a gagging sound and a muffled thud.
"Kakarott, I never... How did you get so smart? Did you wish back your brain damage? But how? And when?" Vegita gaped, looking over my shoulder.
"It's very simple. The general equation of a direct variation is y = kx, where k is the constant of variation. A direct variation must be in the form y = mx. So y = 2x + 4 is not a direct variation."
"Wow, Udosa!! I didn't know you were so smart! That's what I've been trying to get Mom too help me with, but she wouldn't listen. I was having problems with variations, but now that you explained it, it makes perfect sense!" He tackled me and hugged me around me waist. I reached down and ruffled his hair. I could really get used to this.... after a nice, long, nap.
"Ok, all done." I put down my pencil and looked over at Vegita. He was leaning on the wall, his eyes opened wide and his mouth was slightly parted in shock. Piccolo had fallen on the floor and was gibbering about cooking.
"I do believe you owe us dinner, Piccolo?" I smiled brightly.
"Should have known you would do anything for food..." he moaned.
"Yup!" I gave him a wide grin before tossing him an apron. He caught it and stood up, tying it around his waist while grumbling. I turned back to Gohan. "Is there anything else you need help with?"
He looked down at his toes sheepishly. "Well, my science is a little confusing. Could you help me with that?"
I turned around in my seat and looked over the science book. None of this was hard for me; I breezed through stuff like this all the time. I began trying my best to explain the different theories to Gohan while Vegita took a seat next to me, looking on with interest while I taught. Maybe I should become a teacher, I seem to be very good at it. Piccolo stormed around the kitchen mixing up stuff for different dishes he had found in one of Chichi's cookbooks, but from the sounds he was making, I think he was really making a mess. Maybe I should have set different terms for the bet...
"Ok, It's done."
I closed the books. "Gohan, could you bring your books to your room?"
"Hai, Udosa!" He quickly grabbed the books and sprinted to his room. I turned around to find the worst mess since World War 1. Pancake goo dripped from a corner of the ceiling, spaghetti sauce covered half the floor, the spaghetti that was supposed to go in it stuck to the burned bottom of the pot, and Piccolo appeared to be holding a meatloaf, but it was too burnt to tell.
My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open. My right eye twitched. I brought my hands to my face, clapping them across my mouth, muffling my scream. I'm sure Macaully Culkin would have been proud. Even Vegita looked disgusted. How the heck had that happened? We had been sitting right there, we would at least have smelled something! I took a step forward and was assaulted by the smell of the burnt meatloaf. I gagged and took a step back. The smell was gone. Something was fishy. I looked around the room trying to find what was going on, and after some close scrutiny, discovered force field generators set in the walls and the ceiling. Chichi must have had them installed for some reason. ::Maybe here she wasn't a very good cook::, I mused. Vegita tapped me on my shoulder and I turned to face him, a questioning look on my face.
Chichi was standing in the doorway just behind him. I jumped, my eyes widening and I screamed. A vein was popping out of her forehead and steam was rising above her.
"Chichi, now calm down..." I laughed nervously.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!! My house is a wreck and you tell me to be CALM?!!??! I leave you for a few hours and this is what happens?!?!"
"Gomen-nasai, Chichi-san!! It was my fault, I promise I'll clean it up!"
"Clean it up? You want to clean it up?!? Get out!!!" she screamed.
"Out!!" She stormed upstairs and returned moments later with a large suitcase. She walked over to the front door and threw it out. It skidded several meters before a rock hit the clasp and it opened, spewing my clothes everywhere. She crossed her arms as she waited by the door for me to comply with her wishes. Quite frankly, I didn't want to be near her, she was definitely bi-polar. Hm....... just like my Mom...
Gohan tugged on my arm with watering eyes. "Udosa, you'll come back, right?"
"I hope do, Gohan." I leaned down and hugged him. "You be good, okay?"
"I will." He was crying and wiped the back of his hand across his face. I heard him whispering under his breath, "Why does Kassan have to be so mean?"
Vegita and Piccolo were trying to sneak out without Chichi noticing them, but unfortunately for them she had noticed them right when she had walked through the door. She cornered them.
"And just what were you doing here?"
"We were helping Gohan with his homework." Piccolo snapped. Vegita just tried to look mean.
"You mean fighting with him, right? You know how I feel about that!!!"
"But we weren’t fighting!" Vegita protested in vain.
"Save it for my frying pan."
Ok, this was a little much... I stepped into the middle of the mess and grabbed Vegita by his upper arm and dragged him though the front door, Piccolo right on our heels. Gohan ran up to his room sobbing.
She slammed the door making the whole house shake behind us.
I looked back at the place that had once been my home... eh? Why was I thinking like this? MY home? I shook my head. Something was definitely screwed about this. Why the heck did I have part of Gokuh's memories?!?
I looked at Vegita, a blank expression on my face. I leaned down and started picking up my clothes off the ground, folding them and putting them neatly into the suitcase. Vegita knelt down beside me and lifted one of my gi from the dirt, brushing it off before handing it to me. I nodded my thanks before continuing my given task. ~sckck!~ Rewind there... he brushed off my gi... and handed it to me? He was being nice??? Oh boy... ::Drool::
"If you need anything, Gokuh, you know where to find me." Piccolo said before taking off into the sky, leaving a fading wake of chi to correspond with the sunset.
I felt kind of sad about being thrown out of my own house, and really depressed. After all I'd been through, she couldn't even treat me with a LITTLE respect? Hell, I'd been a GIRL until about five hours ago; this was a big adjustment for me!!
Mutely I kept folding the scattered clothes; Vegita helping without questioning, giving me my space. Silently I thanked him for giving me room to think. After we finished, we just stood there neither of us speaking. Vegita was the first one to break the silence.
"Kakarott... You know I don't really give a shit about what happens to you, you're just a third class scum-ifyouwantyoucanstaywithme..." He flushed, clearly embaressed. VERY unlike him.
"Domo..." I grabbed the handle of the suitcase. And then just to make my day, I felt a drop of rain. I looked up into the sky in time for it to start pouring. I looked back down at Vegita with a dry expression on my wet face. "It figures."
To my surprise he smiled slightly, with his eyes, as he was soaked as well then lifted into the air. I followed suit, taking off as well. The rain pelted down as we flew, the landscape passing rapidly below us, as we neared the city and Capsule Corp Headquarters. Heh heh.... I think I like, like, really like him! ::drool:: Stop that!
We arrived drenched and tired, landing on the lawn in front of Capsule Corp. I stood silently where I had landed as Vegita walked up to the door and pushed it open. He turned to face me.
"Are you coming?" He asked then flushed red, to the roots of his hair. "Sorry."
Heh? I wasn't sure what I had done that made him blush, but I walked over to him as he disappeared inside. I held the door open as I went though the doorway and shut the open door silently. I looked around to see Vegita at the top of the stairs. He had kicked off his wet boots and left them by the door. I carefully removed my own boots, making sure that the water didn't splatter on anything before following him up, the steps firm and cool under my feet. This place was nice! Elegent and peaceful...
As we walked down a long tiled hall, I realized with a start the implications of what he had said and I stumbled, barely catching myself on the wall. Vegita stopped and looked back at me in surprise; I assured him that I was fine and continued walking up the hall, but now with a face as red as his.
I walked past him into the bedroom he had shown me and laid my suitcase on the immaculately made bed.
"I really appreciate you doing this, Vegita. Are you sure Bulma won't be upset?"
"I'm not really sure, she is... unpredictable."
I smiled slightly. She was unpredictable not to mention volatile. Vegita leaned against the wall folding his arms against his chest. I almost sighed. He was gorgeous. ::drool:: I though I told you to stop that! Hey.... that's me... ::mental shrug::
"You can use the dresser over there for your clothes." He stated, pointing at the object he was talking about.
"Thank you. For everything." I said, sincerely.
"For what? I told you I don't give a shit about you." he replied gruffly. I smiled at him a little sadly. The rain spattered against the windowpane, trickling off it in rivulets. A flash of lightning lit the room briefly a muffled crash breaking the stillness.
"Are you hungry?" He asked me suddenly breaking the tension forming between us. He pushed off the wall and walked over to stand behind me.
And hello my stomach! Nice to know you're still with me! "Hell yeah! Oops, I mean..." My stomach rumbled for emphasis on the first part of my sentance. Uh oh.... I think I've done it now...
"I'll order pizza." He laid a hand on my shoulder. I looked down into his eyes, pools of blackness accented by the growing darkness. I couldn't answer. His gaze held me captive as I tried to speak, finally just blushing and turning away. He didn't even comment... though again.... would he need to? Gah! Snap out of it!!
"I'd better unpack." Oh yeah, SURE. I'm soooo inteligent.
His hand dropped from my shoulder and fell back to his side. I leaned over the bed and opened the suitcase I had dropped on it. I took out several shirts and walked over to the dresser, opening the drawer nearest to me and depositing the bundle I had taken in it. He walked softly out of the room and soon after I felt his chi leave the building. I sighed. Dammit, why was I acting this way? I usually had better control of my emotions and stuff... I dropped the handful of clothing that was left in one of the drawers, I'm not sure which one, and sat down on the bed leaning my face into my hands. I paused for a minute to close the empty suitcase and drop it beside the bed before resuming my former position. How had I gotten here? I let the details I had collected over the past few hours replay in my mind and sat there trying to assimilate the data and trying to form some sort of conclusion. Like that would help.
I jumped looking over my shoulder. I could have sworn that I had heard something.
"Gah!!" I jumped into the air in fright. I hovered there looking around the room. A crack of thunder sounded, the flash of light throwing shadows over the room. Um... did I get thrown into ::gulp:: a HORROR MOVIE?
"Kaio-sama?" I yelped, recognition finally dawning.
//Hai, hai, it's me, now that I've got your attention.// He sounded grumpy.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you, Kaio-sama." I breathed in relief and floated back down to the bed.
//I have something important to tell you so listen carefully, Gokuh. Some really mean men are going to make a wish that you didn't exist with the dragonballs of Namek. Now, the Kai's have come together with a solution. Since the wish has to be granted, we are going to take a mortal soul from another galaxy and merge it with your own. That way you won't really be you, your power will be boosted enough to take them out, and they won't achive their goals! Now am I smart or what?//
Eh. What the hell is he talking about?
//Huh? Gokuh? Oh no. No. No no no no no no!!//
Eh? "What? What's wrong?" I gulped, slightly panicked.
//How could this have happened? It wasn't time yet!//
That didn't sound good. Definitly not good! "What. Happened?"
//You're name wouldn't happen to be, Jun Case, would it?//
Okies, insterted a bit of humor, and have started to clear up a bit of the mystery. Getting more interesting, ne? Read, review, and kudos! To the next chapter!! T.T Whoa... that was short.
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