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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]

The sky had lightened up on the city. Of the abundant rain of the past few days, there were only some cotton-wool like immaculate cumulus left. The wake of a flying object went through one of the big chubby meringue. It was very smaller and very faster than a plane.

Vegeta, his face expression-less, softly landed in the courtyard of Bulma's parents' huge house. He frowned, looking at the building, before entering in. He made his way through a long corridor, in which he found himself face to face with Piccolo and Son Gohan who seemed to be waiting beside a closed door. Piccolo didn't deign to make the mere move,while Son Goku's happy son exclaimed:

“Vegeta! We were wondering when you'd came back.”

“What do you care?” growled the prince. 'What are you doing here anyway?”

“What do you care?” retorted the Namekian.

Gohan looked at the two man looking up and down at each other, he was a bit surprised, but a bit sad as well. To see the two men he liked and respected, one as much as the other, hating one another saddened him. He tried to lightened the atmosphere with all his childish naivete.

“Anyway, I'm very glad to see you both here.”

Then he spoke especially to Vegeta who was still looking at the Namekian. “Krilin is going better, you know?”

“Hmf... It wasn't such a big loss anyway!”

The sentence brought an irritated smirk on Piccolo's lips who counter-attacked right away.

“And you think yourself more useful than he is?”

“You won't compare the prince of Saïyan to this waste!” said prince retorted, rather outraged.

“That's right, I couldn't compare you two,” replied the green fighter with a sardonic smile.

Son Gohan understood that it'd be best to change the topic of the conversation. And soon!

“So... You too haven't been able to find them?”

Vegeta answered with a mere growl, that Piccolo translated in his own way.

“Mr the prince was out of luck... as we were.”

“Just they wait...” growled the Saïyan.

“As last time? They did what they wanted, they vanished under your nose before you could do any thing!”

“They are cowards... they ran away as frightened rabbits, just chicken.” fulminated Vegeta.

Piccolo smiled with irony, hinting at what the fighter prince had said in the glade.

“Actually, I believe they kept you for another beating.”


The Namekian stook up straight, speaking louder too now.

“No need to feel so smart, all alone, you stand no chance! Our only hope is to stand united!”

Vegeta clenched his fists, growling. He didn't like the way the conversation was going. In truth, it enraged him.

“I already told you I didn't need anyone!”

Piccolo wasn't impressed nor was he disarmed by the fit of rage from the arrogant prince.

“You've no right to take this risk... I won't let you do this!”

The fighter in armor was about to reply with spite when he froze, surprised by the sudden change in Piccolo's attitude. The latter just started. Tense, he had started to stare at the ceiling with insistence, as if he wanted to pierce through it just with his eyes.

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