Disclaimer: I own the entire Dragon Ball Series... ::Notices lawyers and a few people coming to sue her:: Okay, okay, I don’t DB, DBZ, or DBGT...But I sure wish I did...Still, writing about the characters is fun, especially when it wouldn’t make SENSE if it really was part of the show...
Author’s Notes: This fic. takes place after DBZ, and it acts as if DBGT never existed because I haven’t seen enough of it to really understand what happens and I don’t want to get information wrong. Besides, I still want the characters to interact with Goku. Come on. He IS the main character! At least the ages make sense in my fic. I wouldn’t do anything THAT mixed up! Goku=41yrs. Chi-Chi=49yrs. (Goku died for like eight years in the series so that’s why Chi-Chi’s older than him) Gohan=29yrs. Videl=29yrs. Pan=9yrs. Goten=19yrs. Marron=17yrs. Krillin=50yrs. #18=50yrs? Vegeta=53yrs. Bulma=52yrs. Trunks=20yrs. Bra=5yrs. If I left someone out...Too bad! Guess! But I think that’s all... I’m saying a death sentence here. Where’s that gun? Dammit! My suicide gun is missing! (I’m psycho; ignore me) Hope you enjoy the story. I think it’s pretty good... But my opinions don’t count. I’ve bored you enough. Read on and die! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! (Like I said, I’m psycho)
 

Choice of the Mighty Saiyans
Part One: The Dream
 
Chapter One
          Darkness. That’s all there was, nothing but total darkness. Suddenly, flames shot up. They were blazing hot, covering everything within a thirty-mile radius. Voices screamed, some in pain, others in sorrow.
          Two fighters could be seen in the middle of it all. Houses, or what was left of them, were scattered around. Although most were on the ground, trees burned with a raging fire. Thunder crashed above, but it didn’t bring rain. A lightning storm had been raging for quite a while, but still the fighters kept at it.
          Suddenly, in the darkness, lightning flashed close and light was shown on both faces. One had a look of evil, pure evil. The other had a determined and skilled look. The genders were undecided. A silver light covered one fighter, while black covered the one that was malevolent. They both smiled, ready for a battle that could possibly destroy the entire universe.
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     Goku woke up in a sweat. Never had he sweated because of a dream, but never had he had a dream quite like that. His first thought: ‘What did it mean?’ His second thought: ‘Was it a message?’ His third thought: ‘Boy, was he hungry!’
     Goku looked to his right, feeling the sweat dripping from his pillow. ‘What was it about that dream? What made him seem so nervous?’
     “Uhn...” Chi-Chi; she always made noises in her sleep.
     Goku’s stomach groaned. Boy, was he ever hungry. Maybe, he could sneak down and grab a snack. It didn’t matter what time it was. When he was hungry, he ate, and no one could convince him otherwise.
     So, with another growl from his stomach, Goku slowly and carefully got out of bed. He didn’t want to wake Chi-Chi. She’d pull him back into bed, wanting some more action. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind getting some more action, but right now he wanted food.
     Goku walked down to the kitchen, not even worrying about grabbing his clothes. Besides, he did have his boxers on. What else did he need in the deadness of night? So, Goku went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, grabbed some food that he didn’t have to cook, and sat down to eat.
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     Darkness. Nothing existed here. It was totally bleak and unforgiving. There was nothing here; no life forms, no air, not even a vacuum in space; nothing.
          Then it appeared, a figure walking in this dark nothingness. It blended into the black that it walked through It didn’t have detail anywhere, just a possible black cape; nothing else to identify it.
          Suddenly, the figure screamed out. The words were jumbled and incoherent, but the point was there. The figure’s cape blew in a non-existent wind. Its scream tightened into an all-out cry of both pain and revenge. Then, its eyes blazed in horror. The black eyes that used to accompany that face were no more. Instead, a wave of different-colored fluorescent lights was found dazzling the figure’s head. They blazed out suddenly, growing into a fire of revenge and a lust to cause the pain it had just suffered. Its scream still echoed in the non-existent place, but its purpose was still there...in the eyes.
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     Goku woke abruptly. “Finally!” Uh oh, Chi-Chi was awake, and he was at the table. “Goku, whatever are you doing down here? I thought I told you that I wanted to have some time together in the morning.”
     “Uh...why not now?” Goku asked drowsily, wiping drool from his mouth. That dream was still penetrating through his head.
     Chi-Chi almost laughed. “It’s too late now, Goku. Goten’s already here, ready to have some training time with you.”
     “Oh! It’s that late already?” Goku asked, starting to wake up.
     What had been the point of that dream? There was a point there. There was a message, but what was it? What was the dream trying to tell him? Did he need to help that guy? Surely, that guy in his dream needed help. Surely, that was the message. Did he need to find that person and help him? Was that what the message said?
     “Goku, are you listening?” Chi-Chi asked him, starting to raise her voice.
     “Uh...yeah! Yeah I’m listening,” Goku replied, knocking all thoughts of that dream out of his head.
     Chi-Chi looked at him skeptically. “Then are you ready?”
     “Ready for what?”
     Chi-Chi sighed, “You didn’t hear a thing I said, did you?” Goku slowly shook his head, and Chi-Chi sighed again. “Well, get some clothes on. Your son’s waiting to train with you.”
     She threw Goku’s orange fighting uniform at him, suggesting something she had never suggested before. Goku smiled. Chi-Chi actually wanted him to train with Goten. With Gohan he’d always had to convince her. Now, she seemed to be trying to get him to leave the house and train with their youngest son. As Chi-Chi shooed him toward their room, Goku realized how much she had change over the years.
 
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     Meanwhile, in the Brief’s home, life was a little more active than usual.
     “Vegeta, you never do anything for our children! You completely ignored Trunks when he was a kid! I’m not going to let you do the same to Bra!” Bulma’s voice carried throughout the huge house complex.
     “I will not go to a place like that! And no woman’s going to make me go either!” Vegeta yelled back at her.
     “Yes, you will! I have a meeting to go to and Bra needs a parent to watch her! She’s only five years old, Vegeta! She won’t cause too much problems for you!”
          Trunks sighed. There they go again. Whenever Bra’s birthday came up, his mom always took her to Chuck E. Cheeses. Today, his mom had something to go to, and she wanted Vegeta to take Bra instead. Now, Trunks knew he would never see his father in a place like that. It was just not his style, but today might be an exception. If Bulma wanted something bad enough, she could force anyone to do what she wanted, even Vegeta.
          “Vegeta, don’t you dare go outside! I’m not finished!”
     “Let go of me, woman!”
     Trunks couldn’t resist. He had to see what was going on. He wanted to see who would win this battle. Trunks stuck his head out of his partly open doorway. What he saw made him laugh out with sudden surprise. Bulma was dragging Vegeta by the ear away from the door, and Vegeta was trying his best to get away without accidentally injuring his wife. It was such a funny sight, Trunks had to hold his side because it ached from the laughter he was emitting. Before he could stop himself, Trunks fell into the door, making it creak as it opened into the hallway. Vegeta and Bulma stopped arguing to look at their son rolling on the floor and gripping his aching sides in laughter.
“I know!” Bulma’s voice said over Trunk’s laughter. “Trunks can go with you!”
At that the purple haired demi-Saiyan stopped laughing and looked up at his smiling mother. Vegeta rubbed his ear, as Bulma had let go of her grip, and tried to sneak off. Trunks unwillingly kept Bulma’s attention as he stood up with his hand behind his head, faking the last of his laughter.
“Uh...Dad?” Trunks asked into the silence.
Vegeta froze where he was, feeling Bulma’s eyes on him. He glanced a nervous look over at his wife to find that she was tapping her foot on the floor in impatient agitation. Vegeta put both feet on the ground and cast a very “thankful” glance toward Trunks, who in turn sent a “sorry.”
Suddenly, the five-year-old Bra walked in. “Hey, Mommy, I can’t choose the right dress.”
Bulma stopped her tapping foot and dropped her arms in a sigh. Then, keeping her voice forceful and demanding she said, “If I find either one of you missing when I come back I’m going to be very angry!” Trunks gulped as she turned around to help his little sister.
“Now’s or chance!” Vegeta whispered as he raced through the front door.
Trunks was quick to follow his father out the door and up into the air. “But, what will we do when we come back? Mom’s going to throw a fit,” he said as they flew over the houses of West City.
Vegeta’s reply held some force, but it had lost the nervousness. “I can handle that woman’s anger, but I can’t handle the things she want me to do!”
Trunks nodded in agreement as they flew off into the distance. He began to wonder where this father was going. He held his breath as they passed over the Son house. Man! They had come a long way! And still they flew on. Trunks’ energy was getting low from flying, and the moon was already up in the sky when Vegeta finally decided to stop.