War of Worlds
by B_Chan
Chapter1: Shadows Descend,
Secrets Reveled.
Bulma looked at the TV screen with wide eyes.
"Chaos has broken out all around the globe. Twain, China, Britain, France, Egypt, Brazil, New York, Washington, Mexico, and the Philippines have all been hit with bombs of unknown origin. A massive shock wave rolled complete around the planet causing worldwide injuries, death, and damage. The extent of damage is unknown, but reports say that areas where the attacks hit are completely annihilated. Death tolls can not be measured just yet. The persons responsible for the attacks have yet to reveal themselves and their demands."
The rest of the report fell on deaf ears. Bulma shook all over. What kind of monsters would attack10 major countries like that. It couldn’t be a group of terrorists; no one was stupid enough to attack countries on all seven continents at once. "Could it be a new enemy, like Cell or Buu?" wonder Bulma out loud. Only a monster like them would go on a senseless killing spree.
The phone rang on the hook and Bulma walked over and picked it up. "Mrs. Briefs. We’ve got an emergency at the Capsule Corps. We’ve lost 12 major factories in the resent attacks. We need you at the office right away."
"Fine, I’ll be right down. Have the President met me there," said Bulma.
"I’m sorry Mrs. Briefs, but we’ve lost contact with President Trunks after the New York bombing."
Bulma’s heart all but stopped. "Lost contact," she whispered.
"Mrs. Briefs?" called the employee on the phone as it slipped for Bulma’s hands. Lost Contact. Lost Contact! LOST CONTACT! "Oh Kami," said Bulma leaning against the wall. What if Trunks had been in New York City when the explosion hit?! Could it have killed him?! Even Vegeta was venerable when his defensives were down. "Oh Kami," said Bulma grabbing a jacket she staggered out of the house grabbing her cell phone. She rapidly pushed the number for Trunks’ cell phone.
"We’re sorry the number you have dialed has been disconnected, please hang up and try again."
Bulma punched in the number again. "Come on Trunks pick up the phone, pick up the phone," she chatted under her breath.
"We’re sorry the number you have dialed-"
"No!" screamed Bulma at the phone.
Bulma punched in the number of the Sunset Hotel, hoping desperately that someone was there; that Bra and Trunks were there.
"Hello, Sunset Hotel-" said an operator’s voice.
"Put me through to Trunks Briefs’ room now!" shouted Bulma into the phone.
"We’re sorry, do to circumstances, we are unable to come to the phone right now, please leave a message after the peep."
Bulma was about ready to cry, she didn’t know where her children were, she didn’t even know if they were alive.
She roughly snapped the cell phone shut and got into her car. Please be okay, Trunks, Bra, she thought as she drove to the center of Satan City.
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Trunks, Bra, Pan, Marron, and Goten all stood on the charred land that was once New York City.
Goten still held Marron to him, as if afraid she would disappear if he let her go. Bra hugged her arms and faced the howling wind, which ripped across the land with out any barriers to block it. Trunks was supporting Pan, who seemed to still be dazed from the strike to the temple.
"Kami, if this happened in more then one spot, then the force that did this could be frightfully powerful," said Trunks.
Bra breathed in a sharp breath. "Oh no! What if Satan City was hit like this!" she shouted turn against the wind to face them.
Goten’s head snapped up. "NO! Gohan! Mother!" shouted Goten he turned and jumped into the air.
"Goten!" shouted Marron powering up and flying after the panicked demi-saiyan.
Bra looked at Trunks, who nodded at her, and wordlessly Bra jumped into the air.
"Pan, can you fly, are you okay?" asked Trunks brushing some hair out of her eyes.
"I-I’ll be f-fine," said Pan. She pushed Trunks away and swayed on her feet. Trunks reached out and pulled her back against him, she didn’t even protest as he picked her up and flew after the others. This made Trunks more worried, Pan wasn’t the type of girl that liked to be rescued. She never would have let him carry her if she could help it. Trunks powered up more and increased his speed. He needed to get her to a hospital.
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Bulma was driving her car, when suddenly the car in front of her slammed on its breaks. She slammed right into the car’s bummer and another car slammed into her car from behind. "Shit," she cursed pulled herself off her air bag.
"Greetings natives of planet 225-963-007. I’m am Tenma, a captain in Lord Lucifer’s army."
Bulma opened her car door and got out, as many other drivers did, to see an image of a black skinned alien, with red eyes, and wild spiky hair.
"This planet is now the property of my great Lord Lucifer. Fighting back is unadvisable, but if you should feel the need to put up a pathetic struggle then as a captain of Lucifer’s army I shall face it. If your so-called champion, Mister Satan, will face me for the fate of his planet I personally will fight him. If he can defeat me, I and my men will leave your planet without farther damaging it."
Bulma felt her heart squeeze. Mister Satan! Fight to determine the fate of Earth! They were screwed! She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone again.
"I’m issue a formal challenge to Mister Satan. Meet me at three, your planet’s time, at the center of this city. If you do not show up, then I shall destroy it as I did the others. You have 30 minutes."
The image blinked out and left the skies clear. A cry of terror hit the city people. Many began pulling out their cars and trying to drive away, no doubt trying to flee the city. Others screamed in fear and soon all out mayhem had seized them all. Bulma was shoved and fell on her butt, wincing. In the fall she’d dropped her cell phone among the crowd of stomping feet. "No," said Bulma looking around wildly for the lost phone. She spotted a phone booth and pushed her way towards it. She reached it and climbed inside closing the glass door behind her. "Change," she muttered digging in her pocket for some coins. Luck was with her at the moment and she found a quarter. She pushed it down the phone’s slot and dialed her home number.
"Please, don’t be in the damn gravity room, please pick up the phone Vegeta," whispered Bulma. The phone continued to ring endlessly. Bulma’s lower lip quivered. "Damn it!" she screamed slamming the phone down. "I knew I should have put a phone in there!"
She dug in her pockets looking for more change to try calling Gohan, but she didn’t have any more quarters.
"What do I do...." she asked looking up into the ceiling of the booth.
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Bulma found herself among a crowd of people that had gathered at the city block. Reporters, camera crews, fans, and city citizens had all gathered to watch their champion defend them.
"Mister Satan is the best! He’ll show those alien bastards just what he’s made of!" shouted one fan. Others in the crowd chanted Satan’s name and waved banners of the champion of earth.
Yah, we’ll all see what he’s made of when that alien rips him to piece right in front of us though Bulma biting her lips. She had to do something, but what could she do? She didn’t have any fighting skills or power to drive them away and she couldn’t reach someone that did. Her world seemed like it was falling apart around her. Was this the way she was going to die? Alone, without her husband or children, no friends, no allies, just Mister Satan to save the day. Bulma couldn’t help but slap a hand over her eyes and groan. She’d lived through, Pilaf, the red ribbon army, Piccolo, the saiyans, Freeza, living with Vegeta, Cell, having two demi-saiyan, getting that stubborn ass of a prince to marry her, Buu, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to let herself be killed today. There had to be something she could do!
The crowd cheered madly as Mister Satan appeared to stand on the ring that had been constructed for the fight. Bulma’s heart sank just looking at him. Mister Satan was getting old anyone could see that, yet so many still cheered him on. Everyone there believed in him, except her. Kami, she wouldn’t trade places with him for anything in the whole universe.
"Where are you, you alien monster!" shouted Satan. "Come down here and face me and I’ll show you just what we humans can do!"
Bulma couldn’t help but admire him for just a moment, his voice never quivered, he stood tall, and his eyes reflected a kind of determination. It was easy to go along with the crowd and believe that the man in front of them would fix everything. But, she knew better.
As if to answer Satan, a beam of light fell down from the sky and landed on the ring next to Mister Satan, who took a step back away from it. Several others appeared and landed all around the stage. There was a flash of light and Tenma and a dozen of his soldiers appeared on the stage. Satan had to look up to see Tenma’s face, the alien must have been eight feet tall, he towered over Mister Satan. The Crowd was so quite you could here a pin drop.
Tenma smiled. "Well I can see that you humans at least have some balls, I thought you won’t show up."
Mister Satan frowned. "I’m not a coward! I’ve come here to fight and defeat you, and I will!"
Cheers erupted from the crowd.
Tenma laughed. "Your species is a funny one, I can sense little to no power coming from you. You’re not even a challenge to me."
"We’ll see about that," barked Satan crouching down into a fighting stance.
Tenma looked over amused. "Very well, if you insist."
Bulma bowed her head. Dende, please, if you can hear me. Find that jerk I married and get his tail over her, please she prayed.
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Vegeta sighed and wiped the sweat off his brow that had been a satisfying exercise. He walked into the house through the back door, he noted that the TV was still going. Another one of that woman’s shows he snorted. Where is that woman anyway he thought walking up the stairs and down the hall to his room. Once there he stripped off his boots, gloves, tight black shorts, and stepped into the shower letting the hot water rinse all the sweat and grim off his lean, muscular body.
It was a short shower, but the mirrors were all fogged up when he got out. Vegeta liked his showers hot and short. He toweled down and got dressed in a pair of black slacks, a white under-shirt, and his pink BADMAN shirt. He left the front of the shirt open and pulled on a pair of socks and a pair of black sneakers.
Vegeta left his and Bulma’s room, he noticed that the TV was still on, but Bulma wasn’t watching it. "Where the hell did that woman go?" he muttered opening the fridge and taking out a can of soda. He opened the can and walking into the living room, eyes searching for his mate, they landed on the TV. An eyebrow raised up.
"Is this another one of that fool’s movies?" said Vegeta.
On the TV Mister Satan was getting the stuffings beaten out of him by a tall black skinned man. He looked already half dead as the alien continued to torture him, breaking already broken bones, cutting, and bruising his body and face. Vegeta briefly wondered if Mister Satan was suppose to be the bad guy in this movie, he looked like he was loosing. Of course, wasn’t that the way all movies were? The main character gets royally screwed up in the first couple minutes then magically turn around and beat the crap out of his opponent? Vegeta really didn’t think Mister Satan could walk let alone beat that black creature that continued to torture him.
Vegeta spit out his drink as a blue haired woman crawled up on the ring and screamed for the alien to stop. Several soldiers in uniforms grabbed her, one yanking her head back by her long blue hair.
"This isn’t a fucking movie! That’s Bulma!" screamed Vegeta. "Get your hands off my mate!" he screamed at the TV. His face fell as he raised he was screaming at a TV which wasn’t very likely to do as he said. "Fuck!" shouted Vegeta flying straight through the glass back door and off to Satan City.
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Tenma punched Mister Satan in the mouth, knocking loose some teeth. When the human dropped down to his knees Tenma booted him across the stage to crash into one of the corner posts. Satan coughed up blood, he had a broken arm, dislocated shoulder, broken ribs, lots of internal bleeding, cuts, and bruises all over his body. He tried to pull himself up, but without his arms to help him it was a slow process and Tenma wasn’t that patient. The alien walked over to the beaten man and kicked him in the stomach causing him to fly up so he could grab him by the back of his shirt.
"Do you admit defeat?" asked Tenma in an amused voice. "If you do I just might let you live."
Satan clamped his teeth shut, shivering with the pain that raked his body.
Tenma snorted. "You humans truly are a stupid lot. Very well, I’ll kill you and put you out of your misery." Tenma raised up a hand to strike Mister Satan, but a commotion out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He watched as a blue haired female pulled herself up into the ring. His soldiers moved to restrain her.
"You leave him alone you alien bastard!" she shouted trying to wiggle out of their grip. "Get your hands off me!" A soldier grabbed her by the hair and pulled, causing Bulma to make a small gasp before growling at the puller.
Tenma couldn’t help but laugh at her. "That girl holds more spirit then your so called champion. Pathetic," he said throwing Satan down on the floor.
Satan hit hard on his back and didn’t have the strength left to try getting back up. To everyone’s surprise he began to laugh.
"What’s so damn funny human?!" snarled Tenma.
"I’m not *cough* I’m not... the planet’s champion. I can’t even ... compare to the... amount... of power they have."
"They! Who are they?!" growled Tenma reaching down and lifting Satan off the ground by the front of his shirt to dangle in the air.
"The golden haired fighters," smiled Satan. "They... are the ones.... They defeated...*cough* Cell and Buu. The fight against Baby... it was all them."
A collective gasp ran through the crowd and a low roar started.
"Silence!" shouted Tenma. "It doesn’t matter, you’re still going to die," he growled in Satan’s face. "Any more sins you wish to confess before I send you to hell," asked Tenma in an amused voice.
Satan continued to smile. "You’re going to regret coming to earth," he choked.
"I don’t think so old man," said Tenma. He lifted his free hand and it began to glow. Without another word he shoved it through Satan’s chest and into his heart.
Bulma watched with horror transfixed eyes as he dropped the once great man to the floor. A pool of blood began to form around him, his eyes closed in death, he looked almost peaceful. "You monster," whispered Bulma.
Tenma turned to look at her. He stalked over and grabbed her chin wrenching her face up. Bulma glared back at him with cold eyes.
"Ahh, some of you humans are very pretty to look at," he said rubbing a few strands of Bulma’s blue hair between his fingers. "But, you’re all stupid." He backhanded Bulma across the face.
Bulma gasped and slowly turned her head back to glare at Tenma with hate filled eyes. Her eyes looked over his shoulder, a sudden hopeful look crossed her face, before she grinned back at Tenma with a smug look. "You are so dead," she said, she voice full of amusement.
"You bitch!" roared Tenma drawing back his hand to slap her again. He never completed the swing as someone catches and held his hand in an iron grip. Before he could even turn he was sent flying to one corner of the ring to crash into a corner post. He heard his men cry out and fire their weapons. Tenma opened his eyes and watched at the rifle cannons his men held broken into several pieces in their hands. They all gasped and backed up. Standing with his back to him was a man with wild black hair sweep up like fire. He wore black pants and a pink shirt with the words BADMAN written on the back.
The man didn’t even turn to look at him, he walked over to the blue haired woman and gentle grabbed her chin lifting her face to see her bruised cheek.
"You little shit!" roared Tenma. "For his insult you all will die!" Tenma climbed up to his feet and stalked towards the shorter man. He grabbed him by the shirt and raised up his fist to strike him, but froze as the man turned his head and glared at him with cold black eyes. Tenma had only seen eyes like that on one other man, a man that brought terror to even his friends and allies; one that’s presents demanded respect.
The man whipped around lighting fast and punched him in the chest. Tenma went flying back into another corner of the ring. There was a long ripping sound as the pink shirt was ripped off the man’s back. Tenma looked at his hand to see he hadn’t let go of it when the man had hit him. This man wasn’t a weakling like the other, his man was a true fighter.
"I see," said Tenma getting back up. He tossed the pink shirt a side. "I had thought that all of you humans had no power, but it would appear that I was mistaken."
"You," said the man with wild hair. "Did you touch her?"
Tenma smirked. "And, what if I did?"
"Then I have to kill you," said the man with a half grin.
Tenma laughed. "You kill me?! Oh, you Humans! You crack me up!" He laughed wildly.
"You’re no match for me," said the man. A long furry brown tail unwrapped from around his waist to stand straight behind him, tip curled.
Tenma’s laugh died in his throat and several of his men backed away, they all looked terrified.
"I-it’s a s-s-saiyan!" shouted one of the men.
The crowd roared low in confusion both about the man’s tail and the reaction the invaders were having to it.
"Don’t be stupid. The saiyans are extinct. Freeza killed them all," said Tenma, sweat rolled down his forehead.
The man smirked. "Actually he killed them all but four, two of us are still alive."
"Impossible," said Tenma. "Even if you are a saiyan I’m more then powerful enough to take you down."
"You thinks so?" said the man in an amused voice.
"Ha! I don’t even need to fight you, my men will rip you to pieces while I watch."
The spiky haired man raised an eyebrow and looked at the soldiers. "They don’t look like they want to rip me to pieces. They look rather shook up."
Tenma glanced at his men and they were all trembling while starting at the man with the tail. Tenma growled. "Don’t just stand there! Get him!" he roared.
The men jumped, then growled moving to circle the man with the tail.
The man snorted and crossed his arms. "12 against one?" he said looking at Tenma. "I like those odds."
"Enough! Attack!" shouted Tenma.
The men all ran at him. The man with the tail jumped up and kicked the first soldier in the throat. He jumped back into a flip and landed on the second, braking his spine. Two came in at him from the sides, the man with the tail jumped up and kicked them at the same time in the face. They fell back with their necks snapped. One punched at his back, but the man only tilted his head to the side and the soldier fell forward. He brought up a knee and the soldier slammed into it on his way down and didn’t get up. Four soldiers surrounded him on all sides, the tailed man jumped up and did a tornado kick, hitting them all with bone shattering force. One came in to the front swing wildly at him with his firsts. The tailed man ducked and dodged the punches. Another soldier came up from the back and did the same thing. The tailed man danced between them, it looked like he had eyes in the back of his head the way he perfectly dodged both the man in front and the one in back. The tailed man ducked low and both soldiers’ fist connected with each other’s faces, knock them flat. The tailed man stood up and looked at the lone remaining soldier. He’d killed all the rest and hadn’t even uncrossed his arms.
In pure fear the lone soldier backed away from the man with a tail. "Worthless," he heard before turning to see Tenma behind him with an arm raised.
"Captain!" shouted the soldier before he was sent into orbit by the alien’s powerful strike.
"You are good, I’ll give you that much saiyan. But, I am stronger still." With that said Tenma crouched down and growled. The ring shook, people panicked as a mini earthquake hit as Tenma powered up. Sparks of energy crackled around him and he roared as a blast of ki shot out from his body. He stood before the saiyan: taller, covered with more thick muscles, and radiating power.
"Is that all?" asked the saiyan.
"Is that all! I’m ten times stronger then you now! I’ll crush you like the bug you are!"
The saiyan shook his head. "I’m going to kill you for three reasons," said Vegeta holding up his hand and counting on his fingers. "One, that man you killed saved my life when Kakarot and I were fight Buu. Two, you struck my mate. Three, you ruined one of my favorite shirts," smirked Vegeta. With that said, Vegeta uncrossed his arms and frowned.
"Ha, idle threats saiyan! You really think I’m-" Tenma’s words cut off in his throat as the ground began to shake, then crack to pieces at the saiyan’s feet. The clouds in the sky began to swirl in a large circle around the ring. "What in the-" Tenma’s eyes locked on the saiyan before him.
"Yah!" shouted the saiyan as a golden aura surrounds him. His hair blazed bright then softened to a golden color and his eyes turned to a deep aqua blue.
Tenma took several steps backs. "No you can’t be! It’s not possible! You can’t be a super saiyan!" he screamed looking at the saiyan’s cold blue eyes. For some reason they were even colder then the midnight black ones.
Tenma reached into his pocket and pulled out a remote. He gasped as it disappeared from his hand, he looked up at the saiyan who know held it. It didn’t even look like he’d moved!
"So you do have a ship up there," said the Saiyan looking up. He raised one hand out to his side. It began to glow white inside of the saiyan’s golden aura.
"What are you doing?!" shouted Tenma taking a step forward. The saiyan’s eyes snapped back to look at him and Tenma froze. The saiyan smirked then launched the ki blast straight up into the air.
Tenma’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped as a giant explosion filled the sky over head. "M-my ship," stammered Tenma in disbelief.
"Was that your only ride home?" asked the saiyan in amusement. "Too bad."
Tenma snapped out of his daze and growled at him. "I’ll kill you saiyan!" he screamed running at him. He threw punches at him too fast for the eye to follow, but the saiyan simply moved his head slightly to the side barely out of the way every time. Growling in frustration Tenma kicked out at the saiyan’s feet. The saiyan jumped up, Tenma punched at him in mid leap. The Saiyan’s feet landed on Tenma’s arms. The alien trembled as he looked up at the saiyan perched on his arm, arms once again crossed. Without a word the saiyan kicked Tenma in the face and the dark alien went flying back. The saiyan landed lightly on ground.
"W-who are you?" gasped Tenma. He could feel several things broken from the kick.
"My name is Vegeta, the Prince of Saiyans." Vegeta formed a ki blast in one hand and launched it at the downed alien. The alien and the part of ring he’d been sitting on were completely destroyed.
A long pause of silence filled the air, it seemed that everyone was holding their breath as they all stared at the man with golden hair standing triumphantly in the middle of the ring.
"It’s him! The one Mister Satan was talking about! The Golden haired fighter!" shouted one person in the crowd. Soon everyone was shouting and cheering, talking, some were even crying. People began taking pictures like mad.
Vegeta snorted and walked over to Bulma. "Stupid woman what were you thinking?" he asked lightly touching her bruised cheek.
"Vegeta do you have any idea what you’ve done?" asked Bulma as she eyed the crowd of wildly cheering people.
"I’ve managed to make them all go insane," frowned the prince wincing at the volume of their screams. "Let’s get out of here," he growled wrapping his arm around her waist.
"What about Mister Satan’s body?" asked Bulma.
"They’ll take care of it," said Vegeta.
"But, what if they do something. He told the truth at the end, that he wasn’t responsible for defeating Cell, Buu, and Baby. They know he lied to them. Please Vegeta do something," said Bulma.
"Damn it woman I’m not going to carry that dead man." He growled in frustration. Bulma looked at him with big blue eyes. "All right!"
Everyone was quite as Vegeta was hear above all their talk and cheering.
"This man has my respect, his body shall be taken care of and not defiled in any way. If I find out it was, then I will personally hunt down the people that did it!" The crowd was deadly quite. "Happy woman," frowned Vegeta.
Bulma smiled and nodded.
"Good because I’m hungry and you’re going to make me something to eat." He picked up Bulma and tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "The things I have to do to get a sandwich around here," he grumbled as he powered down to normal and jumped into the air.
"Vegeta!" shouted Bulma as they flew away.
The crowd watched them go in silence, once Bulma’s cry was gone, they all bust into action. Reporters shouted wildly into their mics, people ran to find phones, Photographers ran to go develop their film.
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Bra dropped back to fly beside her brother who was still holding Pan. "She doesn’t look so good."
Trunks nodded. "You go with Marron and make sure Goten’s okay. I’m going to find a hospital."
"Okay," said Bra speeding back up to catch her two friends.
Trunks shifted Pan in his arms, she groaned. His eyes scanned the land below luck seemed to be with him at the moment. It appeared that Satan City hadn’t been hit by any of the attacks. In fact, the place looked untouched.
"How can that be when we were hit by the shock wave all the way down in Florida," wondered Trunks out loud. His eyes spotted a hospital and he dropped like a stone to land at the front doors, scaring one patient who was just coming out of the building. Trunks ran past the patent and into the hospital.
"Someone help!" he shouted holding Pan to his chest.
A group of nurses and a doctor ran out to him with a stretcher.
"What happened?" asked the doctor taking hold of Pan’s head and touching the wound. He untied Pan’s bandanna and let it fall to the floor.
"She was hit on the head by debree from the explosions," said Trunks. "Is she okay? She was awake awhile ago."
"Hmmm... she may have a concussion," said the doctor. "I need to do some tests. Don’t worry young man, we’ll take good carry of her. You just go sit over there on one of those chairs. We’ll tell you as soon as we have some news, okay."
Trunks looked torn, he didn’t want to leave Pan’s side, but the choice was made for him as they wheeled Pan way and into the emergency room.
Trunks bent down and picked up Pan’s orange bandanna. "Pan," he said staring at the doors they had taken her through.
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Vegeta landed in the backyard of Capsule Corps. and walked with his wife still over one shoulder into the house.
"Vegeta are you listening to me!" shouted Bulma. Of course he wasn’t, he’d stop listening to her screaming after they’d left the fighting ring.
Vegeta’s stomach growled and he put his mate down. "Later. I saved you’re butt so you could fix me something to eat."
Bulma threw up her hands in outrage. "What?! Don’t you understand?! Mister Satan was the hero of many Vegeta! What the hell do you think is going to happen now that everyone thinks you’re the world’s protector?! Huh?!"
"Why should I care? I’m going to do some training. You better make something for me to eat, unless you want to deal with me later?" He moved behind her and hugged her, pulling her back against him. "I could always eat you," he said nibbling on her neck then licking her ear. "You know I like the taste of you more then the stuff you call home-cooking."
"Vegeta please be serious! What about Trunks? What about Bra? We have no idea where they are! They could be dead those aliens killed so many!"
Vegeta did get a serious look on his face. "They’re fine."
"You don’t know that! How could you know that?!" shouted Bulma
"They’re fine. Trunks and Bra are strong enough to take care of themselves. Plus, I can still feel them," said Vegeta closing his eyes.
"You can feel them?" said Bulma.
Vegeta nodded, a frown crossed his face.
"What?!" demanded Bulma fearing something had happened to her children.
Vegeta’s stomach growled loudly. He opened his eyes. "Woman will you hurry up and fix something, killing makes me hungry."
Bulma snorted and pulled away form him. "My Kami Vegeta! You’re clueless! You don’t understand just what you’ve set in motion. Do you even care?"
Vegeta turned and started walking out of the kitchen, he slapped her on the ass as he passed. "Go make me something woman," he said before leaving to go train in the gravity room. Bulma blinked several times and stared in the direction he’d left. "He’ll never change. Three favorite topics: fighting, food, and sex," sighed Bulma.
She smiled and shook her head. Her smile left her face. "Guess I’d better call Gohan and tell him what happened. Oh Kami.... poor Videl."
Bulma picked up the phone, she glanced at her watch and realized that Gohan was probably on his way home. Bulma bit her lip and debated weather she should call Videl or Gohan. She settles on Gohan and dialed his cell phone number.
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Goten landed in front of his house.
"MOM!" he shouted running into the house. "Mom!"
Bra and Marron landed and exchanged looks.
"What’s going on?" asked a female voice. Bra and Marron turned to see a much older Chichi. Her hair had streaks of gray and her face had a few worry lines, but she was still a very pretty lady. She’d been hanging up wet clothes on clotheslines when they had shown up.
"Marron? Bra? What are you two doing here? I thought you were in Florida with Pan, Trunks, and Goten," said Chichi.
As she finished saying Goten’s name, the man ran out of the house and flung himself all over her. "Mom! You’re a live!" he cried picking her up in a giant bear hug and squeezing her.
Pan and Bra could hear the air leaving the older woman’s lungs. She forced open Goten’s arms and dropped down to the ground. "Now hold it right there Mister," she said pointing a finger in his face. "What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in Florida with Trunks and Pan. So are you two," said Chichi turning to Marron and Pan. The two girls took a few steps back, even though Chichi was an old woman now she still inspired fear in the hearts of others.
"Chichi-san," said Bra. "Don’t you know? Haven’t you heard on TV what happened?"
Chichi’s eyebrows moved down. "No, I’ve been cleaning all day long. I haven’t turned on the TV at all." Chichi turned and walked into the house, the others shrugged and followed her. Chichi went over to the TV and turned it on.
"The Earth has suffered perhaps one of its greatest tragedies today. The destruction of 10 major countries across the globe has been confirmed as the work of extraterrestrial live forms. The aliens appeared in Satan City and challenged the World Champion, Mister Satan, to a duel. Mister Satan was unfortunately killed in combat, but before dying reveal that he was not responsible for saving the world as was previously believed. Mister Satan said, I quote, ‘The golden haired fighters,’ were the true savors. After Mister Satan was executed by the leader of the invaders. Vegeta Briefs appeared to fight the aliens."
Bra, Marron, and Goten all exchanged looks.
"Mr. Vegeta single handily defeated 12 alien soldiers and the lead alien who seemed to possess some kind of power. During the fight, Mr. Vegeta’s hair turned gold. He is believed to be one of the golden haired fighters that Mister Satan mentioned before he was killed. Also reveled during the fight was that Mr. Vegeta is an alien himself. He was called and admitted to being an alien called a saiyan. Mr. Vegeta claimed to be the Prince of Saiyans, one of two of the remaining species. Footage of the fight will be show tonight at 6."
Bra, Marron, and Goten stood staring at the TV with open mouths.
"Bra, did I just hear that your father saved the world and admitted in public to being an alien?" asked Marron.
Bra with her mouth still open nodded her head.
"Oh Kami.... poor Pan," said Goten.
Bra and Marron snapped their heads up to look at his grief stricken face.
"Goten?" said Marron hugging him.
"Her, grandpa, Marron. Her grandpa is dead."
Marron closed her eyes and held Goten, rubbing circles in his back. "Shhhh, it will be okay. They’re gone, Vegeta-san got rid of them. The fighting is over."
Bra frowned and turned around. She wasn’t so sure about that. Where had those aliens come from? They couldn’t be from Freeza’s army, which had been completely wiped out by her papa, and Dr. Myuu’s army was gone after he was killed, so where had this new force come from. She thought back at the destructive capabilities of just one of their ships, what if there was more of them? What if there was a fleet of them? What if another one was sent to conquer earth?
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"Lord Lucifer," said a smooth liquid voice of a woman. "We have recently lost communications with Tenma and his ship."
"Around where," said the deep voice of a humanoid figure resting on a thrown like chair.
"Their last report was that they were moving into to conquer planet 225-963-007, which was expected to be an easy victory do the natives lack of power and technology."
"Hmmm....." said the shadowy figure. "Tenma was a fool, always barging in without a plan or escape route. Send another ship."
"But my Lord, its just one planet. We can easily leave it, what harm could it do?" asked the smooth female voice.
The shadowy figure glared down at her, his eyes glowed a faint red. The woman shivered under that gaze.
"Do you question me Kijo?"
The woman bowed her head, silky green hair spilled forward to hide her face. "No my lord, I would never question you."
"Good, Send Jaki. He should be able to deal with a few pathetic creatures on a backwater planet in the middle of no where."
"Yes, sir. I’ll notify him at once," said the woman getting up and walking out of the room.
Name meanings.
Jaki- Japanese word meaning Devil/ imp
Kijo- Japanese word meaning demoness
Tenma- Japanese word meaning demon
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