Mirai no Senshi
by ICYSHADOWNINJA@AOL.COM
Chapter 9:
"Mirai no Tenshi: Tenkaichi Budokai!"

"Guys, I’d like to introduce you to the Dream." Trunks said, gesturing behind him with his left hand. He didn’t need to look back himself, he’d checked it out himself before the day’s lessons. His mother had done an excelent job refitting the old Hope. It was far bigger than the origional one-seater, his mother had converted it from it’s origional missile-like form to a more ovoid shape. Longer, flatter, and looking far more like a space-going ship than the origional design, the Dream was barely twenty feet long, and had no visable engine surfaces. Utilizing the same technology of the ‘Saiya-jin’ spacepods, the new Dream was capable of spaceflight, though that definitely wasn’t it’s primary function.

Big enough to seat six people, the blue and silver craft glistened in the harsh lighting of hanger three.

An’ya shrugged. "Yeah, so, it’s a ship. I’ve seen bigger and more impressive. What of it?"

"How’s this going to get us to a Tenkaichi Budokai?" Gyou asked, intrigued.

Trunks grinned. "You’ll all see soon enough." Turning, and walking into the room, Trunks asked, "Kaasan! Everything ready?" loudly enough for his mother to be able to hear him.

"Hai, Trunks." She said, voice muffled slightly. A minute later, she was in full view. "Just making sure the batteries were fully charged."

Trunks smiled. "Thanks, ‘Kaasan."

"Not a problem. Everything’s ready for your departure."

"Read to open the roof hatch?"

"Hai, Trunks. I told you everything’s ready." Buruma said, pushing a button. The sounds of grinding gears and metal on metal attacked Trunks’s ears, as he watched the roof slide open to allow the Dream to exit the hanger before it jumped back in time.

Trunks turned to his students. "Ok, people, time to go."

An’ya frowned. "Go _where_ Trunks? The Tenkaichi Budokai tournament could only be found on Chikyuu-Sei. Whatever planet you’re planning on going to won’t..."

Trunks raised a hand to forstall any more comments. "Guys, just trust me, Ok? Curiosity is good, yes, but I want this to be a suprise. Now, before I have to ask you again, board the ship!"

"Hai sensei!" was the unanimous reply.

Leading the way, Trunks entered the Dream via an access hatch in the back. Quickly, he sat down the front, right-hand seat, and began checking the control systems. They were identical to those found in the Hope, he knew that much already, he just had to make sure there were no major control errors, and that the battery-gauge was reading correctly.

His students filed in behind him, Juuhachi preempting the ‘shotgun’ seat to Trunks’s left, to An’ya’s obvious displeasure.

"Okay, guys, hold on to your seats. I don’t know how this is going to perform compaired to my old ship, so this could get a little rough."

Juuhachi grinned. "Nothing we can’t handle, right Trunks? After all, we did take down Bojyakku and his strongest henchmen, so what’s a little turbulance?"

Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Juuhachi, you haven’t experienced turbulance until you’ve experienced Time Travel."

"What? Time Travel?"

Trunks grinned, and pushed a button on the Dream’s control console. Lifting into the air, the Dream was soon surrounded by a white glow. In a flash, it dissappeared from Mirai no Trunks’s alternate future altogether.

***

Son Gohan sat at his desk, trying hard to concentrate. Outside, he could hear birds chirping, and he knew it was a bright sunny day, perfect for swimming.

If only I didn’t have to study, Son Gohan thought. Normally, he would have been finished by now, but he just couldn’t concentrate today. Something was in the air, not necessisarily dangerous, mind you, just something that wasn’t quite normal, as if Chikyuu-Sei itself was waiting for something to arrive. Gohan frowned, looking down at his math problems. "Chikushoume... what’s wrong with me today?" He asked himself, leaning back in the chair.

From the combination living-room / kitchen / dining room that made up the bulk of his Mt. Paozu home, Son Gohan could hear a high-pitched shreaks and laughter, and the pitter-patter of little, and not so little feet. Son Gohan grinned, realizing his little brother was doing a very good job of avoiding his mother, and the bath he was supposed to be taking. Gohan shook his head, and wondered if he’d been so wild when he’d been four, and grinned as he remembered _exactly_ how wild he’d been at that age, a sword-swinging, half Saiya-jin studying in Piccoro’s school of hard knocks and survival training.

The fifteen year old sighed, and stood up a second after the door to his room burst open, and his little brother charged in, still avoiding Chichi.

"Gohan! Help me out here!" His mother screamed, trying her best to avoid going into one of the ‘homicidal rages’ that Son Gohan remembered so very well. Already expecing the order, Son Gohan had already grabbed his little brother, and was holding him about a foot off the ground before his mother had closed her mouth. Slightly annoyed, he passed Son Goten to his waiting mother without a word. She nodded, and smiled in thanks. Son Gohan nodded back, and said "I’ll get back to my studying now, Okaasan."

Chichi, dragging her youngest son out of the ‘children’s bedroom’, made no reply, but she did shut the door on the way out, giving Son Gohan the peace, if not the quiet, he needed to study.

Sitting back down in his chair, Son Gohan shook his head. "Now if only I could figure out why I can’t concentrate."

He stood up in suprise a second later, at the faint tapping sound at his window. A year earlier, he would have bet on it being the Haiyla Dragon, but he hadn’t seen the not-so-little-and-cute dragon for nine months. Son Gohan knew the Dragon was back with it’s own kind, probably with a mate the same disgustingly cute color pink as it was. Still, wanting to check it out, Son Gohan opened his window, and looked out. To say he was unprepaired for what he’d encounter would be an understatement.

"It’s been a long time, Son Gohan," Trunks said, grinning from ear to ear. "How have things been going for you?"

Gohan barely managed to stammer out an answer. "F... Fine... Trunks... what’re you doing here?"

"Just came to check in, you know, make sure everybody’s all right and all." Trunks shrugged. "That and We’ve come to participate in the Tenkaichi Budokai."

"The Budokai?" Gohan started, before he realized the full implications of Trunks’s statement. "Wait, you said ‘we’?"

Trunks grinned. "Six of us, total, including me. They’re my students, I brought them with me this time."

Son Gohan grinned. "So you’ve started training students?"

Trunks’s smile didn’t fade. "Yup, and I think it’s about time I tested them against you ‘old farts’. Call my dad up, and as many of the old gang as you can get together, and tell them to participate as well."

Son Gohan blinked. "Why not do it yourself?"

"I want my being here to be a suprise for as long as possable."

"It’ll be tough getting permission from my Okaasan."

Trunks’s smile faded. "Yeah, I guess it will be... let me talk to her."

Son Gohan blinked. "Uhh... you might want to come to the front door then, my mother hates it when people use the windows to enter the house."

"Sure thing, meet me at the front door, Okay?"

Son Gohan nodded. "Sure thing, Trunks."

Briefly, he watched the warrior walk towards the front of the house, before he ducked back inside the window. Pushing open the door, Son Gohan watched his mother dunk Son Goten into a barrel of hot water in an attempt to get him clean. "Hey, Okaasan, we’ve got company."

Chichi looked up. "Nanda?"

Son Gohan opened the front door a second before Trunks could knock. The man from the future blushed slightly. "Uhh, Konniche-ha, Chichi-sama..."

Chichi dropped Son Goten, who ran into the bedroom laughing because he’d avoided the bulk of his bath. "You’re name’s Trunks, right? Vegeta’s son? From the future?"

Trunks nodded. "Hai."

"Why’re you here? There isn’t going to be more trouble, is there?" Chichi actually sounded worried.

"Not that I know of, Chichi-sama. Actually, I’m here to ask you something of a favor."

Chichi seemed a little taken aback. "A favor?"

Trunks nodded. "Hai. I’d like to ask you to allow Son Gohan to participate in the Tenkaichi Budokai in two weeks."

"Why?"

"Well, I figure, if Son Gohan is in it, there’s a good chance Vegeta, and everyone else will show up too." Trunks shrugged. "Anyways, I need them there so I can test how well the students I’ve trained do against the strongest warriors of the past, you get the idea, right?"

Chichi crossed her arms. "Well... Son Gohan _has_ been studying very hard of late... I guess it would be okay if he promises to get his studies done on time."

Son Gohan looked up. "I will, Okaasan."

Chichi shrugged. "Then I’ve really got no problem with it."

Son Gohan shook his head in amazement. Chichi had never agreed to any request like this made by anyone other than Son Gokou, and even then, it was usually with quite a bit of protest.

Trunks smiled. "Son Gohan, remember, try to get as many people together as you can, but try to avoid telling them I’m here if at all possable."

"Your father will be hard to convince."

"Just tell him that a ‘great and powerful warrior, perhaps even stronger than himself’ will be there. That should do the trick."

Son Gohan nodded. "Well, knowing Vegeta, in just might."

"Gohan, I need to ask you another favor..."

"Whatever it is, I'm sure it's no problem. Ask away."

***

"Where are you off to?"

Vegeta looked up, a sneer on his lips. "None of your business, brat."

"Not even going to stay to find out who the ‘great warrior’ that Son Gohan told you about is?" Piccoro asked.

"No. I’ll crush him when we fight, that’s all that matters."

Piccoro snorted and rolled his eyes. "You underestimate this ‘great warrior’" Piccoro said, looking at Son Gohan, "Whoever he may be."

"Whoever he is," Kulylen started, "He qualified very quickly."

Piccoro glanced at Kulylen. "How do you know?"

"Well, a minute ago, just briefly, mind you, I sensed a powerful Ki for a fraction of a second... problem was, it happened so fast I couldn’t identify it."

"I didn’t sense anything. What about you Son Gohan?"

"I felt it too, but it was for a very short time..."

"I’m suprised I didn’t sense it then." Piccoro said, crossing his arms.

"It’s OK Piccoro," Yamucha said, grinning, "You’re just starting to show your age, is all."

Piccoro glared daggers at Yamucha (figuratively, not literally). "Shut your mouth, ningai chikushoume."

Yamucha glared back. "Leave my past out of this, Piccoro. That was a long time ago."

***

"...And, in a suprise upset, six virtual unknowns have taken the Budokai first rounds by storm, and have all made it to the final round."

Trunks grinned. "I’m proud of all of you. You’ve succeded, though, I must admit, the opposition thus far wasn’t too dangerous. In the final round, you’ll be competing against far, far more dangerous opponants than even Emperor Bojyakku’s men. This’ll be the toughest series of fights you’ve ever participated in, but I’m sure you can all succede."

Gyou crossed his arms. "You know, Trunks-Sensei, if that was ment to increase our morale, it didn’t work."

Trunks narrowed his eyes. "Well then, I’ll shut up and let you get some rest. Big day tomorrow, you wouldn’t want to miss _any_ of it." Trunks stood sharply. "After all, Gyou, if you think you can’t win, who’s to say you’re wrong? Battles are fought in the mind, if you go in expecting to loose, believe me, you will."

Gyou sneered. "You tell us to go into a fight with a realistic sense of how we think it’s going to turn out, and now you tell us to fight allways expecting to win. Talk about contradictions, Trunks."

"No contridiction. I _don’t_ want you to _expect_ to win, that’s pure folly, and it doesn’t work. I want you to go into fights _wanting_ to win. There’s a difference, if you’ll take the time to watch for it."

Gyou crossed his arms. "Ahh, the master’s infinite wisdom. How could it ever fail us." He said sarcastically.

Trunks glared at him. "You and I are going to have a _long_ talk when we get home, Gyou."

End of Chapter 9:

The title of this chapters translates to "Angels of the Future: Strongest under the Heavens Tournament!"

I’ll see you in Chapter 10.

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