Dreamers
by Sniffles     More by this Writer
Trunks murdered Goku but is now going to marry Pan. Piccolo, Gohan, and Krillian want to save her but what happens if Gero, who works for Trunks, creates an ‘alternate universe’ machine?

Each chapter will be split into smaller parts. A head’s up for chapter one. 0.1 is like a prologue. It will be the only passage in first person in this story. So if you don’t like first person, just skip it.
Graphic Violence



Chapter 02
1.1

He felt lonely. He was in a room full of people, mostly people who knew him and yet he felt such an overwhelming sense of isolation. He gripped the fine wine glass in his hand tightly, taking another drink of the too sweet liquid. Alcohol should never be sweet, it should always burn, always make your eyes water. He put the glass down and wiped his mouth, grimacing at the taste of sugar and liquor now in his mouth. It didn’t suit him.

This entire affair didn’t suit him. He belonged somewhere else, anywhere but here, at this superficial wedding. He knew the bride and the groom very well, and he knew this was a marriage of convenience. It irritated him, and frustrated him. Two people shouldn't wed for such weak reasons. People like Pan and Trunks shouldn't marry at all.

He stared across the room at Trunks. The young man was smiling and laughing as he spoke to his father. He looked as if he had no cares in the world. He looked like an overjoyed husband-to-be. He had no right to look so happy. Trunks looked up and he suddenly found himself drowning in a sea of cold blue. He met that gaze, scowling darkly.

His lips thinned into a snarl as Trunks smirked at him, then he looked away before his control snapped and he ran over there to beat the bastard’s head into the table. He hated Trunks with every fiber of his being and yet, here he was.

Celebrating the marriage of Trunks and Pan.

Somewhere, high in the clouds, the gods were laughing at him.

Which was kind of ironic, since he didn’t believe in them.

“Gohan-san!” A loud, cheerful voice cried.

Gohan resisted the urge to groan as if his night wasn't bad enough. Now he had to deal with Ken, his classmate from school and one of Trunks's good friends. “Doesn't she look great?!” Ken dropped into the seat beside Gohan.

Gohan tensed, moving a little away from the overly friendly boy. “Hm.” He grunted.

Ken never had been very good at picking up clues. He waved wildly at one of his passing friends then turned his attention back onto Gohan. “I can’t wait to see her wedding dress.”

Gohan glanced in Pan’s direction. She was pretty. He would have found her more attractive if he was actually interested in girls, but he wasn’t. He never had been. “Yeah.”

“You know, you look kind of pale. Are you feeling all right?”

“Go away.”

Even such a blunt clue was wasted on Ken, who thought Gohan was joking so just laughed and continued chattering. Gohan sighed and looked away, blocking the noise out. He looked at Pan, his niece and the only reason he was here. If it wasn't for Goten he would have never come but he couldn't hurt his little brother. So, here he was. Drowning in misery, ready to slit his wrists if it meant escaping.

“Excuse me.” He got to his feet and walked away.

He heard Ken yell something at his back, something like; see you when you get back, but he ignored the noise completely and kept walking. He left the ballroom and stood in the hall, which was blissfully quiet. Only the murmur of voices from the ballroom could be heard. He leaned against the wall for a moment and closed his eyes, just relishing in the peace.

Not only did he have to attend the wedding but he had to help set everything up because he was the uncle of the bride. What a load of shit. He heard footsteps and cracked his eyes open to see who was coming. He straightened when he saw a familiar bald headed man and a tall green skinned man. “Krillian, Piccolo.”

“We need to talk, Gohan.” Krillian said, and his tone made Gohan stiffen with tension.

“About what?”

“Come on, we need to go somewhere private, where no one will hear us.”

“… all right.”

He wasn't comfortable going with them. Krillian was using the tone of voice he’d used that day when he told Gohan his father had been murdered. He really didn’t like that tone. It made his blood run cold. But, as uncomfortable as he was, he knew he had to go. The curiosity would drive him nuts if he didn’t follow them and find out what they wanted.

Krillian led the way down the hall, while Piccolo walked behind Gohan, as if to make sure he wouldn't run. Gohan had no intentions of running, even if every instinct in his body was screaming; get away! get away! He never had been good at listening to common sense. He also had a sneaky suspicion that he had had one too many glasses of that horrible wine they were serving. If his father alive he would have a good laugh. Gohan getting drunk on cheap wine, that was novel. But if his father were alive he wouldn't have drunk that much in the first place.

It was sobering thought.

“In here.” Krillian headed into an empty study.

It was Vegeta’s home, so Gohan felt a bit uncomfortable just walking around and entering rooms without permission but he didn’t feel like embarrassing himself further by asking Krillian if they had permission to use the study. So, he entered after Krillian and waited stiffly while Piccolo closed and locked the door.

He moved to the center of the room while Krillian paced to the window. He watched as Krillian peeked outside, checking to see if anyone was outside. The coast was clear because Krillian then turned to Gohan, his smooth brow furrowed. “We can’t let this wedding happen.”

“Huh?” Gohan responded, ever so eloquently. His suspicion that he had had too much to drink was now being verified.

“We have information that proves your theory.” Piccolo spoke, his voice, as usual, made Gohan’s skin crawl. Always so calm and deadly. Piccolo would always be a man Gohan greatly respected and not just for his voice.

His theory, meaning the idea that Trunks had been the one to murder Goku. No one had believed him, not Krillian, not Piccolo, not even Goten when he tried to tell them. They had been openly hostile when he’d tried to prove that Trunks was the murderer of his father. He stared at Piccolo, trying to see if this was real or if he was just hearing things he so desperately wanted to hear.

“I’m sorry we never believed you, kiddo.” Krillian was behind Gohan, and he placed a hand on Gohan’s arm, making Gohan jump in surprise.

He hadn't heard the smaller man approach. He turned to Krillian, looking down at his old friend with confusion, “You believe me?”

“We have no choice but to.”

“What happened?”

“Someone witnessed the murder.” Piccolo said quietly.

Gohan sighed, then as Piccolo’s words sunk in his legs suddenly gave way and he sunk to the floor, uncaring how he looked. He felt Krillian’s hand on his shoulder, “Who?” He managed to get the one word past stiff lips. Lips that didn’t want to move.

There was a pause. Gohan glanced up to see Piccolo and Krillian staring at each other, “It would be best not to name names.” Krillian said, sounding apologetic, “Needless to say, after confessing she bolted.”

“None of that matters. Gohan, you cannot let your niece marry the man who murdered your father.” Piccolo interrupted Krillian, staring hard at Gohan.

“That’s what I told you.” Gohan grunted, pushing his hands against the floor in an attempt to get to his feet but his legs would not obey, so he remained kneeling.

“You have to get Pan out of here.”

“Me? What about Goten?”

Another look, another spell of telling silence. Gohan looked from Piccolo to Krillian, frowning deeply, “You are going to tell Goten?”

“Gohan…” Piccolo shook his head slowly, “He wouldn't listen, you know he wouldn't listen. Not unless the witness told him herself.”

“That’s bullshit.” A sudden surge of anger propelled Gohan to his feet and he poked Piccolo in the chest, “You have to tell him!”

“Gohan… remember how he reacted when you first came to him with your theory?”

“Shut up…” Gohan growled.

“We can’t tell him.”

Gohan stalked away from them. He paced in front of the fireplace for a moment. It was true. Goten wouldn't listen. It was bad enough when Gohan knew Pan was just marrying Trunks for his money, it was worse now knowing for sure that he had been right. Trunks had killed his father. He couldn't let this marriage happen. He couldn't let his niece, as selfish and childish as she was, to marry a murderer. He rested his hand against the mantel and rubbed his face with his free hand. “This is crazy.”

“You need to take Pan away from here. Somewhere she’ll be safe.” Krillian said quietly.

“Just until we find our witness.” Piccolo added.

It was odd how those two worked so well as a team. If Gohan didn’t know better he’d think they were something more than just best friends. He sighed heavily and nodded, “All right. I’ll… take her away but I don’t know how I’m going to do it.”

“Don’t worry. We have a plan.”

Gohan couldn't stop the startled laugh that escaped his lips. “You guys really thought this through.”

“We had to, Gohan.” Krillian reached into his pocket. “When the witness came forward we knew we couldn't let Goku’s granddaughter marry his own murderer and we also knew you were the only person who we could rely on to take her away from all of this to save her.”

“She might not be too happy to be taken away.”

“It’s all taken care of. There’s a cabin a few miles from the city. No one will think to look there.”

“And her energy signature? Goten will know it.”

“We have this,” Krillian pulled a small silver bracelet out of his pocket, “It blocks power signatures.”

“How long will I have to keep her out of the city?” Gohan stared at Krillian’s hand, hardly able to believe all of this was happening. Only years of living in chaos as a child kept him thinking semi- clearly.

“Until we find the witness.” Piccolo responded, arching one brow.

“Two, maybe three weeks.”

“There’s food out there?”

“We moved everything you’d need last night. Now all you have to do is get Pan. In a few minutes she’ll be leaving the ballroom to get dressed for the ceremony. It won’t be easy but I’ll distract ChiChi…”

Gohan listened as Krillian laid out the plan. His head was spinning but he knew it was just from the shock. As he listened to Krillian he could hear faint laughter and he knew it was the gods laughing at him again.

***

1.2

“So … they know.” Trunks pushed Ken out of his way. He moved to his desk and grabbed the bottle of whiskey resting there. He drank the last of the whiskey then threw the bottle across the room. It shattered against the wall, “DAMN!”

Ken winced and backed away. “I-I h-heard that … that they've got a witness.”

“I heard you the first time.” Trunks snarled. He paced across the room. He was in deep shit if they had a witness. Killing Goku had been no easy task. Goku was the second strongest saiyan on the planet. Second only to his son, Gohan. Gohan had been a major threat before but now… if Gohan had -proof- that he had killed Goku, then he was in deep shit. Nothing would stop the bastard from coming after him.

“SHIT!” He slammed his fist against the wall and quickly pulled it away when the wall cracked.

“No need to get too worked up.” A familiar voice wheezed.

Trunks whirled to look at the newcomer. Dr. Gero looked down at Ken, arching his brows as he assessed the boy and then dismissed him. He turned to Trunks with a slimy smile. “Your options have not yet run out.”

“What do you mean?” Trunks asked warily. He trusted Dr. Gero about as far as he trusted Gohan, which was not at all. The man was a weasel and though that was useful at times, it was damaging at other times.

“Gohan will come after you, and after him Goten, and Piccolo, Krillian… well, really, the entire planet. You were able to kill Goku but you could not hold them all back. Once the witness comes forth, that is.”

“I don’t need you reminding me, old man.” Trunks snarled, growing irritated as Dr. Gero spoke.

“There is a way, you could hide.” Dr. Gero smirked.

“I will /not/ hide.” Trunks snapped.

“Ah… then you could relocate.” Dr. Gero responded easily.

“H-how do you mean?” Ken whispered, garnering enough courage to speak.

Dr. Gero glanced at the little man, then decided to answer the question, if only because it served his purpose, “You will recall a conversation we had a few weeks ago? About alternate timelines and alternate realities?”

“You’re boring me.” It was part truth, Trunks did remember the conversation. He wondered where Dr. Gero was going with this and his interest was piqued.

“Well, Bulma created a time machine and that made me think that another sort of … uh, machine could be created. A… reality machine? That allows you to travel between the alternate realities that exist in this universe.” Dr. Gero spoke very carefully and when he finished he smirked and spread his hands out.

Trunks frowned, “Alternate reality?”

“I could send you to one where you have not killed Goku and where you are not being hunted. Perhaps even somewhere where there are no saiyans and you would be a-”

“God.” Ken gasped, “You’d be like a god!”

Trunks liked that idea very much. It suited him. He smirked and walked over to stand in front of Dr. Gero, “A god you say?”

Dr. Gero scowled at Ken, angry that he’d been interrupted, then he smoothed his brow and smiled at Trunks, “Yes. Of course. If that’s where you wish to go.”

“Send me there then. Send me to this place where I can be like a god. Then maybe I can earn the respect I deserve. And be rid of the Sons forever.” If there was one thing Trunks had inherited from his father it was a deep hatred for the Sons. This plan suited him quite well. He could leave this pathetic, boring planet, and travel somewhere he would be the strongest. Somewhere where he could take absolute control.

He was very glad he had kept Dr. Gero in his employ. The man was turning out to be quite useful.

***

1.3

His back itched. He rubbed himself carefully against the wall in an attempt to relieve the irritation. It didn’t work. It had to be an itch in the center of his back where he couldn’t reach. It was typical. He never had good luck when he had to do things quietly. Anytime he had to be quiet things happened that forced him to make noise and reveal his position. He couldn’t afford to do that this time. He had a niece to kidnap. Maybe he should have warned Krillian and Piccolo that he wasn’t good at sneaking? Especially when he was tipsy from cheap wine.

He was debating the wisdom of his current situation when he heard voices. Hushed voices. Voices that didn’t want to be heard. This aroused his curiousity. They were male voices, so he didn’t think Pan was part of the group now approaching him, but he poked his head around the corner to get a look anyway.

His heart stopped for a moment when he saw Trunks, Ken and an old dude. They were walking his way so he quickly ducked back behind the wall. He closed his eyes and wished that he could become one with the shadows.

//I am a shadow… I am a shadow…//

He knew it wouldn’t work, but it was worth a try and he was really starting to get fuzzy in his thoughts. He wanted more wine… even if it was cheap. //I am a sha-// He peeked one eye open to watch as his greatest enemy, his school friend and some strange dude walked past him. //-dow…//

//It worked.//

He stared after their retreating backs and stood there for a moment. Indecision was a cruel, cruel thing and it gripped him hard. He had to wait for Pan. Krillian would distract ChiChi and he would grab Pan. He would kidnap Pan. He had to wait… for… and even as he tried to convince himself to stay he found his feet moving of their own will after Trunks.

The one man he hated more than anyone he’d ever hated in his life.

//This isn’t part of the plan.//

/Why is Ken with him?/

//You should really turn back.//

As normally happened when he was over tired or drunk, he was beginning to talk to himself. Funny how his mental voice could change from scolding to considering in just a second. He shook his head a little and tried to focus on putting one foot in front of the other. It was odd but with every passing moment he was getting more and more disoriented. He couldn't remember being drunk doing that to him before unless he was still drinking.

But he wasn't drinking anymore. Right? So, why was he getting worse with every passing moment?

It didn’t make sense and he had no brain power left to ponder it. He tripped over his own feet and grabbed the wall to hold himself up. He waited a few minutes then continued following.

//Steady…//

The mental warning seemed to help. He stayed close to the walls after that, so he could stop himself from falling completely if he stumbled again. Trunks and company ducked into a room and Gohan moved to follow when he realized that probably wasn't a good idea in his current inebriated state. So, he leaned against the door and pressed his ear to the cold surface in an attempt to hear what was going on inside. Much to his chagrin all he could hear were muffled voices.

***

1.4

Trunks stepped into the ‘alternate universe’ machine, as Ken thought of it and nodded at Dr. Gero. Dr. Gero rubbed his hands together, murmured something Ken couldn't quite understand, then flipped the switch. The machine turned on. Ken stared. There was a flash of light but nothing else. He looked from Dr. Gero to Trunks, then back again. “So … um… when does it start?”

Dr. Gero frowned, “It should ha-”

He gasped as Trunks suddenly fell to the floor. Ken watched with horror as Dr. Gero ran to Trunks’s side and knelt beside the fallen man. //Oh God… if he’s hurt he’ll kill Gero and probably me too!// Ken thought with quickly rising fear.

“Trunks!”

The fallen man groaned, “Wh… where am… I?” He whispered and his voice was so unlike the confident, demanding voice Ken was used to hear that he had the sudden inane thought that that wasn't Trunks.

He shook his head, calling himself all kinds of an idiot as he watched Dr. Gero help Trunks stand. “It didn’t work.” Dr. Gero spat, the irritation clear in his voice, “Why didn’t it work?”

“Uh…” Trunks groaned, holding his head with his hand and clutching to Dr. Gero’s shirt with the other hand.

Something about him didn’t look right but Ken couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. “Here, take him back to his room. He has to get ready for the wedding… I’ll fix the machine.”

Ken reluctantly took Trunks from Dr. Gero, wrapping his arm around his ‘friend’s’ waist and he used that word very loosely. He helped Trunks out of the room and headed down the hall. He had only taken two steps when something hard hit the back of his head and he felt himself falling to the floor. //What train hit me?// He found himself thinking as he heard footsteps hurrying away.

He pushed himself up to his knees and it was only then that he realized Trunks was gone.



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