DB Multiverse

DBM Universe 12-14 and "Mirai" world : Twin Pain

Written by Foenidis

Adapted by Adamantine

In this alternative world where Mirai Trunks comes from, all our heroes were killed by the cyborgs... This story tells the details of that, it tells you about a part of the common story of universes 12 and 14.

[Chapter Cover]

Two figures were flying through the sky at incredible speed. Two little coloured dots that were rushing towards a little house nestled at the edge of a deep forest.

The rhythmic percussion of a hammer resounded near the little residence.

On the first floor, an imposing figure was on the roof, occupied with carefully nailing the small stick that would maintain in place the new windows. The bearded man, who was wearing a horned helmet, suddenly stopped working and stood up to curiously look at the sky. He started then to descend to ground level, going more promptly that what his heavy appearance would make anyone think at first. And then he went near the front door to call his daughter.

“Chi-Chi... Somebody is coming!”

The young woman, an apron tied around her waist and a ladle in her hand, quite literally sprang out from the little house. She raised her other hand to shade her eyes and stare in the direction that her father was pointing at.

“Who is that? … Piccolo is bringing Gohan back to us?”

Gyumao didn't answer. If his senses had enabled him to detect the approach of the flying visitors, on the other hand, he's not able to identify them from such a distance. His look focused on the two growing forms, he couldn't do much else but wait. He knew his daughter, and telling her his ignorance would do no good but merely increase her impatience. Ah well... She'd not have to wait for too long for those two fellows were arriving at incredible speed. After all, it could very well be the green fighter and his grand-son. The prospect of this reunion brought a frank smile on his lips.

He had feared that this tiny man he liked so much had been taken from them for another whole year by this white caped beanpole!

He had the time to think of this and the duo was here. Well, it weren't Gohan and Piccolo, nor Krilin and Yamcha or even Vegeta. No, those were two unknown person: a young guy and a girl.

As the two young people had stopped a bit above them, examining for the moment the strange landscape of this circle of bared trees all around the little house, Guymao's face lost this jolly look that it always had.

He didn't know them, but the number of people he knew who were able to travel that way through the air was small enough for him to suspect who they really were. The beating of his powerful heart went faster as he felt the presence of his daughter right behind him.

For the time being, the two cyborgs were completely ignoring the man and the woman standing in front of the house. They directly went toward the crater that was scarring the little meadow behind the building, a huge wound whose circumference reached a gravestone that the patina of age had not get destroyed. Both of them landed in the middle of the deep basin and 17 knelt down to take and let slip a bit of loose earth through his fingers.

“Vegeta?” asked the young woman.

“Who else?” replied her brother as he was standing up.

The young woman went towards the stone and let her hand brush it softly. At the foot of the little monument, a freshly hillock full of flowers had replaced the soil that had been swept away by the Saiyan Prince's fury.

“So, that is where he had gone to...”

The young brown haired man joined her. He too held his arm out, but he stopped his movement before touching the stone warmed by the sun. His clear blue eyes seemed hypnotised by the name that was engraved on the granite block. He looked away with a low growl.

“That is unbearable!”

18 lowered her head. She stared for a while at the grey tomb in from of them before putting a comforting hand on her twin's shoulder.

“We're free, that's what is important. We don't care about this fucking program!”

As the cyborg didn't reacted, she carried on with a more happy tone.

“And you have to admit we're having a lot of fun with his little friends... aren't we?”

A crack rang out, a breeze swept up the two young people's hair whereas a lead pellet hail crashed into their face and their torso and making numerous little holes in their clothes before falling on the ground. A bit surprised, they noticed that Goku's wife was standing very close to them, Chi-Chi, who had become a kind of feminine Rambo.

Her lips were half open and showed teeth that now looked like the fangs of some furious monster. And, at her feet, holding one of her ankles, an appalled giant, appalled because he hadn't been able to stop his daughter, was looking at the two victims of his daughter's fit of anger with dread in his eyes. Victims that hadn't the mere scratch to show after that powerful gun shot.

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