Save me from darkness   6. (Future timeline) “Where are they!!?” Brolie’s voice boomed before his clenched fist connected with his mates right cheek. Vegeta gasped whilst he fell from the bed and landed upon the solid tile floor. Dende cringed, his arms cradling a fussing akachan whom could most likely hear and feel the discomfort of its mother due to a link that the children and Vegeta shared. The healer could also sense the older boys behind him, their eyes probably glued to their fathers actions. Koji gulped whilst his Otousan grabbed Papa’s tail and pulled it straight, no doubt causing the older fighter a great deal of pain. In fact it took him all his strength not to cry or attempt stopping his Father; he knew neither would help. Kawasaki looked down at his slightly shorter brother and saw the pain in his eyes. He then wrapped his tail around the younger boys auburn length in attempts to sooth the other pyjama wearing form. Unfortunately he’d witnessed many of these fights before and knew the only way to deal with it was to pretend it didn’t happen. Another blow to the weaker male caused Geta to wail and Dende’s face to drain of colour. *Popo!* he shouted mentally. Kami he had to get the baby out of here, for nothing set Brolie off worse than an akachan’s screeching. Quickly the black genie came to the room, his thoughts distracted from the breakfast he’d been making. *Take Geta somewhere* Dende ordered, his eyes still glued onto the violence the taller creature was showing to his mate. *I’ll take the boys as well, they shouldn’t be seeing this* Mr Popo added before taking the crying bundle and tapping the children on the shoulder. Each Saiya-jin looked up at the still taller black figure whom smiled sadly at them and herded their young bodies into the corridor and toward the kitchen whilst the sounds of the bedroom followed them.     Vegeta coughed up blood, his eyes staring up at the taller male whose tail slashed the air angrily. “I... don’t know... where they... are” he stated in-between pants. Brolie scowled and prepared to kick the male that crouched on the floor before another voice stopped him. “He speaks the truth sire, Trunks told me that he and the others were leaving but they did not tell me where” Dende spoke calmly though beneath his robes he was trembling. The taller creature sneered across the room, his face twisting in anger as he glared at the Namek-jin. “If you’re lying” he hissed nastily. The healer shook his head then bowed low at the waist. “I swear to you that I tell the truth, please allow me to tell you what I know” he pleaded gently. Luckily Brolie found him to important to kill, especially since senzu beans couldn’t be mass produced. Huffing, the dark green haired man turned away from the naked Saiya-jin whom knelt on the floor and cradled his right cheek where a bruise had formed. “Fine” he growled. “Meet me in dining room when you’ve finished healing him” he stated with indifference before storming over to the door and following the route his children had only ten minutes ago. Dende breathed a sigh of relief, his tall green body carefully approaching the smaller Saiya-jin. “I’m sorry I couldn’t intervene sooner” he whispered soothingly, his hand touching the bronzed males shoulders. Vegeta simply nodded and welcomed the wonderful feeling of mending fibres and tissue. “I wish I could do more” he smiled whilst he watched Vegeta’s tired eyes and fatigued body. The Ouji just blinked a few times before getting up. Wordlessly the older of the two approached one of the finely glazed wardrobes, opened it and pulled out one of the kimono’s he usually wore. Dende frowned to himself at the way Vegeta was handling the situation, then again what else could he do? It appeared the best way to cope with this life was to keep quiet, get up and move on. ‘Gods, Trunks, Gohan! All of you please, please hurry... everyone on this planet is counting on you’. (past timeline, future hybrids) The once quiet recreation room was now filled with light and people. <Gohan> had been allowed to make tea thanks to the ever begrudging Ouji, whilst everyone else settled within the warm, comfortable room. Even as the future and past Saiya-jin settled, Bra’s scowl remained. There was something about these people whom resembled her friends and family that she just didn’t like. “So” Vegeta finally stated after a sip of tea. “Are you going to explain where you came from and why you’re here?” he questioned calmly whilst clutching his daughter whom snuggled against him in response. <Gohan> looked around. The original timeline Briefs family sat together upon the second largest couch. He sat upon a chair near the afore mentioned family whilst <Pan>, <Bra>, <Goten> and <Trunks> occupied the large, soft rug in front of the TV; the other chairs of the large room unoccupied as they formed a tight-knit circle. <Gohan> noticed the younger hybrids, especially <Trunks> and <Bra> were very uncomfortable with this situation. Kami he needed to break the tension and it seemed like the best way to do that was to start talking. “We are from another time, and its a long story so I suppose we had better start from the beginning... however...” he stated with a short pause. “I think we should wait until the morning and gather the rest of this timelines senshi”. Vegeta raised an eyebrow. “Hold on a sec!” a young, female voice cut in before a decision could be made. “We still don’t know who or what you guys are! Sure you look like us and could be from another timeline... but we don’t know that! You could be aliens or something” Bra hissed. The five ‘mysterious’ visitors looked down, they knew something like this would happen, but hadn’t thought up a plan of action.      Ouji no Vegeta-sei pondered the situation carefully, his deceptively cold eyes trained upon the late night arrivals who’d gone quiet and sullen. His warrior orientated mind quickly spun over the facts, whilst his instincts (which he trusted unconditionally) screamed at him that they were genuine. Frowning, the black jean/tank-top wearing fighter stood up, his actions grabbing everyone’s attention. He then turned to his children whom looked up at him with confused expressions. “Both of you go out of the room... I need to talk to them alone” he stated whilst inclining his head toward the spandex clad forms. The thirteen year old girl scowled and was about to protest before her larger brother pulled her red mini skirt/spaghetti stringed body out of the room, his hand over her mouth. A smirk played upon the true bloods face as he watched his children leave in true anime style. However, that facial expression was replaced by a frown, his ebony eyes skimming over the room until they landed on the other Saiya-jins. Each of them looked hard, battle worn and determined, in fact this Trunks looked a lot more like himself and the ‘other’ future hybrid that came to warn them about the androids. A sharp pain ran through his body. He’d never wanted any of his children to look that way, to have suffered the way he had when he’d been younger. With a quick shake of his head, he cleared away those thoughts and focused on the task at hand.      <Trunks> watched his ‘father’ with wary eyes. Not even Gohan seemed to know what the fifty six year old male had up his sleeve. Then, without warning, the Ouji stood before him, those midnight eyes looking directly into his own; unnerving him somewhat. “Raise your ki” the shorter yet commanding Saiya-jin ordered. The lavender haired warrior scowled slightly as he allowed the power within his body to flow about him in a misty white aura. His scowled darkened slightly as he noticed the surprised look on the past Princes face. “That’s enough” stated the slender male. “Your ki is identical to my sons, however, ki masking and copying isn’t something new to me, all of you could easily be impostors” the crimson haired warrior stated with a dangerous glint in his eyes. <Trunks> felt a lump form in his throat, Kami if this times Vegeta didn’t believe them, then the others might not trust them either. That would mean this whole trip and hours of effort had before nothing. “Vegeta-san, please! If we wanted to attack wouldn’t we have tried already?” Gohan intervened, his creamy skinned face one of desperation and plead. Ouji no Vegeta looked the older Son in the eye and found his instincts screaming at him that they were indeed in trustworthy. A serious frown was shot toward the eldest hybrid before the older Saiya-jin started to talk again. “Its a damn good thing I believe in my instincts, otherwise you might all be dead now” he stated. “I will provide you with accommodation as long as you tell me and the other senshi of Chikyu-sei what this is all about! Is that understood?” the tanned creature asked. Quick nods were given by each sullen Saiya-jin. They knew this wouldn’t be easy, each just wished they could have a break for a change. Back