Hi everyone! It's me, back with another DBZ story starring Gohan (along w/ Mirai Trunks, chibi Trunks, Goten, Pan, Bra, Marron, and Videl). While I have a few other stories I'm working on, I needed to do a more, lighthearted one, and this is it. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue with DBZ: Field Trip to the Future II or not, but this story is completely unrelated. I also need to update my Zelda story . . . soon . . . hopefully. Anyway, this is what I felt like writing, so I'm going to do this story. Please be sure to Review, I always like those. Tell me if you think this story is any good, and if I should continue it. Anyway, on with the first chapter!

Dragon Ball Z

Trapped In the Future

Chapter One:

Don't Go In the Lab

In a trail of smoke and exhaust, the spaceship disappeared into the sky. On the ground five figures ceased their waving and began to talk excitedly amongst themselves. The oldest of the five was a lavender haired boy around nineteen years of age. Beside him was his closest friend, a boy with shaggy black hair, one year his junior. A little ways off were three girls. The tallest of these was a rather attractive blond around fifteen years old. Beside her was an aqua haired eight year old and a raven haired six year old.

The teens and children were very excited. For the first time ever, they were on their own! Free to do whatever they wanted! The rocket ship that had just left the planet contained their various parents and other family. The Sons, the Briefs, and the Chestnuts, along with Piccolo and Dende, were taking a three week trip to the Planet Namek. The girls had not gone along because of school. Upon ChiChi and Videl's insistence, little Son Pan would NOT be missing three weeks of school! And, if Pan couldn't go, Bulma was certainly not going to let Bra go. Trunks, Goten, and Marron had all decided to stay as well. Who wanted to go to a planet full of Piccolos?

Not wanting to bother Bulma's parents, or the Ox King, the adults had decided that they would pay Marron to watch the little girls at Capsule Corps for three weeks, much to the teen's delight. She could really use some money. After all, she hadn't done any serious clothes shopping in what, two months? Bra and Pan had liked the idea of having Marron watch them. Of course, Trunks and Goten, who would also be staying at Capsule Corps, had to help out and check in on the girls, but, being family, they didn't get paid.

After the spaceship had disappeared from view, the two boys finally decided to head off and do Kami knows what. Probably find new girlfriends. They had both broken up with their latest ones a few days ago. "Out with the old, in with the new," seemed to be their motto concerning the female persuasion every sense they began attending High School three years earlier.

As the original "Demonic Duo" took to the air and flew off to go seduce the female population of some random city, Marron, Bra, and Pan headed into the residential area of the Capsule Corps compound. After seating themselves in one of the living rooms, Marron turned to the two chibis. "Alright," she stated, " What's it going to be tonight?"

The younger girls glanced at each other, then smirked up at Marron. "Play in the lab!" the replied in unison. Marron blanched.

* * * * * * *

The previous day, the adults had been preparing to leave. Everyone had been at Capsule Corps, where the spaceship had obviously been built and launched. As, with ChiChi and Videl's help, Bulma did the last of her packing, the women went over the rules with Marron one more time. "Remember, the girls must be in bed by nine," Bulma yelled from her closet.

"And make sure they eat well. Not too much junk food!" Videl added.

"And make sure that they don't bother the employees," Bulma said, returning from the closet with both arms full of clothing.

"And don't let them leave the property alone," added ChiChi.

Bulma stopped packing and turned to Marron, looking the teen directly in the eye. "And make ABSOLUTELY sure that they DO NOT under ANY CIRCUMSTANCE go in the lab! EVER!"

* * * * * * *

A bead of sweat rolled down Marron's head. "Uh, sorry girls, but the lab is off limits."

The girl's grins widened. "Really? That's too bad," said Pan.

"Cuz, if you let us in there, we were going to take you shopping." Continued Bra.

"As a treat for being such a good babysitter," Pan added.

"Using this," Bra concluded, holding out her hand to reveal a small plastic card. A small plastic credit card. A small plastic credit card under the name of Briefs Bulma.

Marron's eyes widened, looking at the card. The credit card of the richest woman in the world. That card was worth more money than Marron would ever see. It was worth more clothes than she could ever wear!

"Uh, I don't know, girls," Marron stuttered. The chibis smiled even more.

"I mean, it's not like anyone else would ever know we were in the lab or anything," Pan added.

"And this is a business card, so we can write it off as some kind of expense. Trunks promised to help us change the info in the computer," said Bra. Trunks was very good at computers and such, so there was no doubt he could do it. Although, Marron did faintly wonder WHY Trunks would help with such a thing.

* * * * * * *

One week ago, Bra had strolled into her brother's room, smile plastered on her face. "Hi there Big Brother!"

The teen raised an eyebrow. "What do you want, Squirt?"

"Ohhh, you know," Bra relied, "I just wanted to say hi to my favorite brother."

Trunks's suspicions increased. "Oh really?"

Bra nodded. "Say, does Mom know you had your girlfriend in here last night?"

Trunks eyes widened and his face paled. "W-what are you talking about, Bra? I didn't have Tracy in here!"

"So, this weeks model is called Tracy?"


Bra walked over to te shelf containing her brother's model collection. She picked up one of his old fashioned model airplanes. "You sure she wasn't in here?"

"Of course!"

Bra, to Trunks's horror, snapped the top off of the model. Of course, it was a snap together, but that didn't mean she could just take it apart! She then held up the opened part of the plane for her brother to see.

"Smile for the camera!"

* * * * * * *

Bra and Pan had Marron back against the wall. The teen was sweating. Bulma's credit card was very enticing. "We just can't spend more than, oh say two million zenni."

Marron's eyes widened. Two million?! "Uh, well, I suppose, as long as you don't do anything anyone will find out about . . ."

Pan and Bra's eyes lit up. "Alright!"

"But just once!" Marron quickly added.

"Okay!" the smiling chibis replied. And, with that they were off, Marron running behind to catch up.

The teenager reached the girls again as Bra finished entering the password to open her mother's laboratory. "Out of curiosity," Marron panted, "How do you know the password to the lab?"

The girls exchanged glances. "It's safer for you if you don't know," Bra replied. Marron raised an eyebrow, but did not comment further.

The laboratory door slid open with a hiss and the girls walked inside. The room was a little bigger than a basketball court. Machines large and small were strewn all over the place, making navigation hazardous. Cables, wire, nuts, bolts, and filing littered the floor. Tools and computers cluttered the workbenches and just about everything else. The sent of metal and oil filled the air.

Marron looked around, rather impressed. Bulma had one heck of a lab! She barely noticed that her two charges had disappeared. After snapping out of her daze, she went to look for them, hollering their names, but getting no response.

* * * * * * *

Deftly navigating the maze of metal, Pan and Bra quickly arrived at a machine near the back. The machine was fairly large. It consisted of a large vertical ring bout twenty feet in diameter. A platform rose several feet above the base of the ring, with ramps leading up on either side. A large series of computers were hooked up to the apparatus at various places.

"This is it!" Bra announced. Running up to one of the computer terminals. Pan followed her. "Alright. So we're going to bring back chibis of our parents from the past to play with!" she announced.

Bra nodded. "This is gonna be SO cool!" She began examining the controls.

"But, Bra," Pan pipped up. "Won't our parents remember this from when they were kids and punish us when they get back?"

Bra grinned and shook her head. "Nope! That's the best part! Each time we pull someone from the past it creates an alternate timeline where, or when, that person is from. So it won't affect our parents at all. They'll never know!"

"Oh, um . . . okay."

Bra turned back to the computer. "Alright. Now, this is where you enter the time period. Then this is where you enter who . . . and this must be the number of people . . . or, maybe number of times . . . or, um . . ."

"Don't you know how to work it?!" Pan cried.

"Don't worry! Don't worry!" Bra reassured her friend. "I'll get it. It's not like I've ever used it before." Pan cringed, but Bra just shrugged. "Oh, well. We can just try it and see how it works!" With that, the aqua haired girl began to hit buttons on the computer. "Let's see. Your parents and mine, that's four people total. There's Gohan, your mom, my mom, and my dad. Now . . . twenty-seven years back for my dad, then, three forward for my mom, then go thirteen back for your dad and four more for your mom . . . . and a three."

"A three?" Pan asked.

Bra just shrugged. "It wanted one more number. Pan sweat dropped.

"Aright!" Bra declared. "Let's try it!" And she hit the big red button.

* * * * * * *

Marron's attention was drawn to the back of the lab by the sound of humming machinery and some flashing blueish lights. Cursing under her breath, she made her way to the back. Clearing the final obstacles, she arrived at the scene with Pan and Bra just in time for the loud BANG and the blinding flash of light . . . followed by a small explosion.

When the light faded, Marron had to blink for a moment before she could see again. The first thing she noticed was smoke, coming out from the computer terminal Bra was standing by. Then she noticed the startled looks on Bra and Pan's faces.

"W-what happened?"

Marron's eyes were drown by the strangely familiar voice up to the contraption nearby. Her eyes widened and she began to feel faint.

There stood eight figures on the platform, three teens, a preteen, and four chibis.

"Oh. My. Kami. . . . WHAT DID YOU DO?!!!!"

* * * * * * *

Yamcha and the Saibamen he was fighting were moving so quickly that six year old Son Gohan had trouble keeping up. Piccolo and the others seemed to have no trouble, but the poor kid wasn't used to this sort of thing. The two Saiya-jin, Nappa and Vegeta, seemed to almost be bored with the match.

As he tried to follow the combatant's movements, Gohan began to feel dizzy. At first, he thought it was just from the speeds that Yamcha and his opponent were moving at. However, the feeling intensified, and Gohan was suddenly force to his knees. He couldn't see or think straight. The world was spinning around him. He vaguely recognized Piccolo's concerned voice call out to him.

Then everything went black.

* * * * * * *

Clad in his Saiya-jin armor, six and a half year old Son Gohan carried the fallen Piccolo through the darkened skies of Namek. Thunder clapped all around, but he paid it no heed. His father had just become a Super Saiya-jin! Now he was going to give Frieza the beating he deserved!

That's when Gohan suddenly began to feel dizzy. Unable to continue flying with his wounded sensei, Gohan landed on the nearest spot of ground. He laid Piccolo on the ground, and fell to his knees. Panting, he tried to catch his breath as the world seemed to spin about him. And suddenly, everything went black.

* * * * * * *

"In one minute I'll be gone for good, but I'm taking you and this entire planet with me!" The bloated version of Cell laughed maniacally.

Son Gohan glared at the fiend, clenching his fist. Bolts of electricity danced around his body. But, suddenly his expression changed to one of surprise and he collapsed to the ground.

Up on the cliff, the others watched, realizing that something was wrong with Gohan. Goku, Trunks, Piccolo, and Krillen took off towards the scene. Trunks lifted the fallen boy back up, supporting him, while Goku pulled out a Sensu Bean and fed it to him. Nothing happened. "Gohan! What's wrong?" Goku called out. But Gohan didn't even hear him.

Actually, Trunks barely heard him either. Suddenly, he was feeling very dizzy. The world seemed to spin around the two demi-Saiya-jins. Then, everything suddenly went black for them.

* * * * * * *

"Take that stupid bucket off your head!"

"I can't do that. Sorry, Miss Videl," Saiyaman responded, backing away from the enraged teenager.

Videl scowled and stomped up to him. "If you won't take it off, I'll do it for you!" she declared, lunging at the disguised eighteen year old Son Gohan.

Too late, the poor boy tried to turn and flee, but Videl got an arm around his neck and was trying to pry his helmet off with her other hand. "Ack! Cut that out!" Gohan protested.

In the bushed a little ways away, a very amused Goten and Trunks watched the scene unfold. That is, until Gohan suddenly stopped struggling and collapsed to his knees.

Oddly, Saiyaman's sudden fall startled Videl enough to throw her off. She got back up and turned to find the super hero doubled over. "Saiyaman? What's wrong?

"I . . . whoa . . ."

Concerned Videl kneeled by the fallen hero, placing a hand on his back. "Saiyaman?"

"Nii-chan!" An orange and black blur suddenly appeared in the form of a young boy with black hair wearing an orange gi. "Nii-chan, are you okay?" he whimpered, holding one of Saiyaman's shoulders to support him.

A boy with purple hair appeared next to the first, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Is he alright? What happened?"

Saiyaman didn't seem to hear them, and Videl would have responded, but suddenly she was feeling very dizzy.

"Trunks . . . I don't feel so good ," Goten stated as he too began to feel dizzy.

" . . . me . . . neither."

The world seemed to spin around the four, before it suddenly went black.