A Trip to the Future
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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2,162
Reviews:
17
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So...How Did He Come Back?
::Authors Note::
SO I took down the nasty comments and all around PMS-ing notes. So cheers to you my faithful readers ::holds up pint and sings off key:: May yOu alL EnJOy!!
::Mirai:: How sweet…She’s being…NICE?
::Vegeta:: Don’t knock it, boy.
**
Looking out into the vastness of space, a young man wraps a blanket around his shoulders tighter. Desperately trying to keep warm in the beaten down spacecraft his mother built ages ago. It was a wonder the thing still worked, let alone could make the two month trip to New Namek. Before he died, Goku had enough sense to let his time traveling friend in on the location of New Namek. Of course Bulma put in onto disk and all that technical happy horse crap.
Mirai sighed letting himself doze off a bit. This was a long and tedious trip that must be taking years off his life. The androids had only been destroyed a few days before he got stuffed into this tin can and shot out into space. Any number of things could happen to his mother; The building could collapse, someone could try and rob her, she could get sick.
Mirai slapped his forehead. “That’s not helping stupid.” Mirai chastised himself aloud. ‘Great now I’m talking to myself’ Mirai thought feeling even dumber than before he decided to get himself worked up over his mother. ‘Okaasan is fine. She is probably sitting in her lab finding the cure for every disease.’ Mirai finished his thought allowing a small smile to cross his face. The image of his blue haired mother falling asleep on her keyboard always brought a grin to his normally solemn face. “Waffle face.” Mirai chuckled falling back asleep wanting to get to the green planet and get home as soon as possible.
**
The Namekians were an incredibly polite and friendly race. It was unbelievable how helpful they were when it came to Mirai’s dilemma. Of course he had to drop a few key words like ‘Goku’ and ‘Holocaust’ for the little green people to really take him seriously. Flying around the tropical planet seemed euphoric in comparison to the metal prison he was subjected to. It didn’t take long for the Dragon Balls to be collected and he was soon staring into the eyes of the ever-irritable Porunga, who seemed to have an especially sharp stick up his ass today.
“WHAAAAT!??!” The dragon boomed in the Namekian tongue. Who wouldn’t be cranky when one has been disturbed from enjoying the peace of eternity without some teenybopper waking him up to ask for something petty, like immortality?
Taking a few steps back Mirai cleared his throat. “Dende, ask him to make the earth as it was before the androids attacked.”
Dende spoke in fluent Namekian elaborating a bit on the wish with the specifics. The earth had been dealt a great deal of damage during the 16 years of turmoil and not to mention the countless cities, towns, country homes, mountains, etc destroyed by the mechanical demons.
The dragon’s eyes glowed red before he spoke something indiscernible to Mirai’s ear.
Dende turned around smiling, “He said that your wish was granted.” The teen Namek finished happy to be of some use with his specialty. It had truly been a while since the Dragon was summoned and he was bored to tears with the usual life. Encounters with anal Sayjin princes and gender confused super powers will do that to a person’s life.
Mirai nodded before speaking again. “My next wish is to bring back everyone who died as a result of the androids.”
Dende relayed the message. Noticing the glowing eyes and the same phrase emerge from the dragon’s mouth Mirai thought of his last wish. His mother was very specific in how it had to be worded. ‘Got to love those loop holes in death’ His mother joked getting rather giddy from the thought of seeing her friends again, especially a certain someone.
“I wish that Goku was alive again before he died from the medication he was given.”
**
Goku sat on the grass in heaven watching members from different species fight one another when he noticed that his friends started disappearing. Piccolo blinked right out of existence, so did Krillian and Yamcha. Sitting up Goku was about to throw a fit when his own halo disappeared.
**
Bulma watched the cracks in her childhood home seal as the boarded windows were replaced with panes of glass. The city seemed to rise up out of the earth and suddenly people began to appear. People in the street, in cars, on the sidewalk, there were people everywhere.
Bulma ran outside to find the first of her oldest friends touch down. Yamcha, who really seemed dazed and confused by the whole ordeal, landed and fell flat on his ass as a very excited X-girlfriend tackled him to the ground. Placing his arms around her, he gave Bulma the biggest hug he could without damaging her frail frame.
“Keep that up and I might get jealous.” A familiar, yet chilling voice filled the air around the two.
Bulma looked up to find her husband standing over them looking none to happy at the raven haired human under her mitts. Before heaven got to reclaim the poor human another voice interrupted the scene.
“Oh Vegeta, still such a pain in the butt I see.” Goku smiled looking exhausted from the simple flight over.
Everyone’s jaw dropped, aside from a certain blue haired genius who retreated inside the building.
‘This isn’t right’ Vegeta thought. “Which Kai did you fuck to get your body back Kakarot?” Vegeta asked knowing damn well a dragon didn’t have the power to wish a person whom died of natural causes back.
“Well mister foul mouth,” Bulma pushed passed him bottle in hand. “Goku didn’t die of natural causes.” She stated matter-of-factly. “Sajyins are naturally allergic to antibacterial stronger than penicillin, so when Doctor Dumb Ass decided to give Goku here some medicine for the heart Virus, it killed him. Not the virus itself.”
“But that means I still have it, right?” Goku asked paling noticeably. Not really wanting to be in that much pain again, he didn’t like where this subject was going.
“Yes you still have it Goku, but” She held up a duplicate of the medicine she had created for the Goku in the past, “this my dear friend, is the cure to the disease.” She finished handing the bottle of pills to Goku. “Two a day for the next week and you will be fine.” She finished with that smug ‘Oh I am soooo much smarter than everyone else in existence’ look on her face.
Goku began to jump up and down hugging his blue haired friend and flailing her around like a rag doll. “I’m not going to die again.” He laughed with Bulma still in his grip.
“You will if you don’t let that damn woman go.” Vegeta threatened.
By now everyone had landed on the lawn of Capsule Corp. It was a good ol’ time indeed for reminiscence and stories but first thing’s first.
“Goku I do need a favor from you though.” Bulma said as they walked inside.
"Of course, Bulma." Goku smiled enjoying his grape flavored medicine.
“Can you pick my son up from New Namek?”
**
Mirai had been sitting next to the lake for what seemed like hours now. His chi was high enough for Goku to notice it, but no one came. ‘Porunga did say that he had come back, so where was he? The ship doesn’t have enough power to…’ Mirai was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder startling him. Turning around Mirai eyes met for the first time, kind of, with the legendary hero Goku. Who knew that those black eyes would later turn into the living nightmare he was in now.
**
::Authors Note::
Need…sleep…2:45…work…10…ZzZZZzzz
SO I took down the nasty comments and all around PMS-ing notes. So cheers to you my faithful readers ::holds up pint and sings off key:: May yOu alL EnJOy!!
::Mirai:: How sweet…She’s being…NICE?
::Vegeta:: Don’t knock it, boy.
**
Looking out into the vastness of space, a young man wraps a blanket around his shoulders tighter. Desperately trying to keep warm in the beaten down spacecraft his mother built ages ago. It was a wonder the thing still worked, let alone could make the two month trip to New Namek. Before he died, Goku had enough sense to let his time traveling friend in on the location of New Namek. Of course Bulma put in onto disk and all that technical happy horse crap.
Mirai sighed letting himself doze off a bit. This was a long and tedious trip that must be taking years off his life. The androids had only been destroyed a few days before he got stuffed into this tin can and shot out into space. Any number of things could happen to his mother; The building could collapse, someone could try and rob her, she could get sick.
Mirai slapped his forehead. “That’s not helping stupid.” Mirai chastised himself aloud. ‘Great now I’m talking to myself’ Mirai thought feeling even dumber than before he decided to get himself worked up over his mother. ‘Okaasan is fine. She is probably sitting in her lab finding the cure for every disease.’ Mirai finished his thought allowing a small smile to cross his face. The image of his blue haired mother falling asleep on her keyboard always brought a grin to his normally solemn face. “Waffle face.” Mirai chuckled falling back asleep wanting to get to the green planet and get home as soon as possible.
**
The Namekians were an incredibly polite and friendly race. It was unbelievable how helpful they were when it came to Mirai’s dilemma. Of course he had to drop a few key words like ‘Goku’ and ‘Holocaust’ for the little green people to really take him seriously. Flying around the tropical planet seemed euphoric in comparison to the metal prison he was subjected to. It didn’t take long for the Dragon Balls to be collected and he was soon staring into the eyes of the ever-irritable Porunga, who seemed to have an especially sharp stick up his ass today.
“WHAAAAT!??!” The dragon boomed in the Namekian tongue. Who wouldn’t be cranky when one has been disturbed from enjoying the peace of eternity without some teenybopper waking him up to ask for something petty, like immortality?
Taking a few steps back Mirai cleared his throat. “Dende, ask him to make the earth as it was before the androids attacked.”
Dende spoke in fluent Namekian elaborating a bit on the wish with the specifics. The earth had been dealt a great deal of damage during the 16 years of turmoil and not to mention the countless cities, towns, country homes, mountains, etc destroyed by the mechanical demons.
The dragon’s eyes glowed red before he spoke something indiscernible to Mirai’s ear.
Dende turned around smiling, “He said that your wish was granted.” The teen Namek finished happy to be of some use with his specialty. It had truly been a while since the Dragon was summoned and he was bored to tears with the usual life. Encounters with anal Sayjin princes and gender confused super powers will do that to a person’s life.
Mirai nodded before speaking again. “My next wish is to bring back everyone who died as a result of the androids.”
Dende relayed the message. Noticing the glowing eyes and the same phrase emerge from the dragon’s mouth Mirai thought of his last wish. His mother was very specific in how it had to be worded. ‘Got to love those loop holes in death’ His mother joked getting rather giddy from the thought of seeing her friends again, especially a certain someone.
“I wish that Goku was alive again before he died from the medication he was given.”
**
Goku sat on the grass in heaven watching members from different species fight one another when he noticed that his friends started disappearing. Piccolo blinked right out of existence, so did Krillian and Yamcha. Sitting up Goku was about to throw a fit when his own halo disappeared.
**
Bulma watched the cracks in her childhood home seal as the boarded windows were replaced with panes of glass. The city seemed to rise up out of the earth and suddenly people began to appear. People in the street, in cars, on the sidewalk, there were people everywhere.
Bulma ran outside to find the first of her oldest friends touch down. Yamcha, who really seemed dazed and confused by the whole ordeal, landed and fell flat on his ass as a very excited X-girlfriend tackled him to the ground. Placing his arms around her, he gave Bulma the biggest hug he could without damaging her frail frame.
“Keep that up and I might get jealous.” A familiar, yet chilling voice filled the air around the two.
Bulma looked up to find her husband standing over them looking none to happy at the raven haired human under her mitts. Before heaven got to reclaim the poor human another voice interrupted the scene.
“Oh Vegeta, still such a pain in the butt I see.” Goku smiled looking exhausted from the simple flight over.
Everyone’s jaw dropped, aside from a certain blue haired genius who retreated inside the building.
‘This isn’t right’ Vegeta thought. “Which Kai did you fuck to get your body back Kakarot?” Vegeta asked knowing damn well a dragon didn’t have the power to wish a person whom died of natural causes back.
“Well mister foul mouth,” Bulma pushed passed him bottle in hand. “Goku didn’t die of natural causes.” She stated matter-of-factly. “Sajyins are naturally allergic to antibacterial stronger than penicillin, so when Doctor Dumb Ass decided to give Goku here some medicine for the heart Virus, it killed him. Not the virus itself.”
“But that means I still have it, right?” Goku asked paling noticeably. Not really wanting to be in that much pain again, he didn’t like where this subject was going.
“Yes you still have it Goku, but” She held up a duplicate of the medicine she had created for the Goku in the past, “this my dear friend, is the cure to the disease.” She finished handing the bottle of pills to Goku. “Two a day for the next week and you will be fine.” She finished with that smug ‘Oh I am soooo much smarter than everyone else in existence’ look on her face.
Goku began to jump up and down hugging his blue haired friend and flailing her around like a rag doll. “I’m not going to die again.” He laughed with Bulma still in his grip.
“You will if you don’t let that damn woman go.” Vegeta threatened.
By now everyone had landed on the lawn of Capsule Corp. It was a good ol’ time indeed for reminiscence and stories but first thing’s first.
“Goku I do need a favor from you though.” Bulma said as they walked inside.
"Of course, Bulma." Goku smiled enjoying his grape flavored medicine.
“Can you pick my son up from New Namek?”
**
Mirai had been sitting next to the lake for what seemed like hours now. His chi was high enough for Goku to notice it, but no one came. ‘Porunga did say that he had come back, so where was he? The ship doesn’t have enough power to…’ Mirai was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder startling him. Turning around Mirai eyes met for the first time, kind of, with the legendary hero Goku. Who knew that those black eyes would later turn into the living nightmare he was in now.
**
::Authors Note::
Need…sleep…2:45…work…10…ZzZZZzzz