Bulma hung up the phone just after the boys left, a bit rattled by what Chichi had told her. She quickly called Yamcha's number then hung up, realizing that he had softball practice today.
"Please have it on you and turned on!" she muttered as she dialed his cell phone number. It rang.
"Thank Kami, it's on!" It rang, and rang, and rang . . . Bulma was starting to worry that he left it somewhere. "Come on! Pick up!" she urged. On the tenth ring, someone pick up.
"Sorry! You still there?" Yamcha's voice came over the phone, as well as kids yelling, bats cracking, albeit rarely, balls hitting the ground, and other general noises of a softball practice.
"Yamcha! Thank Kami! Goku's back!" Bulma paced the floor.
"Nani? You're kidding me, right? Why would anyone . . ."
"I don't know!" she cut him off. "All I know is that he's back and he knows, Yamcha! And now he's disappeared! We've got to find him! Who knows what he might do in his current state!" she exclaimed, now borderline hysterical.
"Calm down, honey! Take a deep breath! Now, what's being done so far?" he asked. Calming down, Bulma continued.
"Goten and Trunks just left here for Kami's lookout to see if Dende can find him. That's it."
"That's it? What about Gohan?" he asked.
"Work. Summer classes."
"Haven't seen him. Not that that's unusual!" she retorted.
"You'd think with a babe like you at home, he'd stick around more often! Krillin?"
"Maui. With 18. And thanks." He could be so sweet at times, it even amazed her sometimes. 'It's no wonder half the women in the country are after him!' she thought.
"Anytime, babe! What about 17? Seen him around?"
"No, I haven't. Have you heard from Tien and Chaotzu?"
"Chaotzu is in Tibet and Tien is in the dugout."
"What?! Since when?! I mean, I thought they were staying with Korin! When did this happen?" Bulma asked, quite taken aback by this bit of information.
"Well, they were, but Tien said things kinda got crowded there, so he and Chaotzu went to Tibet for awhile. Chaotzu found a life there and Tien decided to come back. He didn't say why they departed ways, but what ever it was, he seems to have gotten over it."
"I don't understand, when did he get back?" Bulma asked.
"About two months ago. I found him wandering around down town, looking completely lost! He's been staying with me since then. He even helps me coach!" he chuckled.
"Yamcha, you baka! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Bulma yelled.
"I, uh . . ."
"Now I have to reconfigure the entire plans! Do you know how long that's going to take?"
"No, I, uh . . ." Yamcha stuttered. "I'm sorry, Bulma! I didn't realize, I mean, I just wasn't thinking . . ."
"No, you weren't. It's just not your forte, is it? Ah, hell, I was having trouble with the plans anyway. Maybe he's just what we need to smooth things out. Of course, we'll have to let him in on the whole thing. But don't tell him anything until I tell you to, got it? I don't want this to get out of hand."
"Got it! Are you still coming over tonight?" Yamcha asked.
"Yes, unless something comes up with Goku. Make sure Tien's there, we can tell him together. I'll bring the plans with me, maybe you guys can give me a hand." Bulma sighed. "I've got to get back to work. I'll call you if I hear anything."
"Alright, see you tonight, then. Bye."
"Bye." Bulma hung up. She glanced over at the papers she was pouring over just minutes ago. "I need coffee." she sighed and made her way to the kitchen for a nice hot cup of instant coffee.
Kami's lookout . . .
Dende and Mr. Popo walk out of the tv room (Yes, they have one! Trust me! ^_~) in a rather dazed state.
"Well . . . That was . . . enlightening." Dende said. "You had better return those to were you found them, Popo."
"Of course, Dende. Right away." Mr. Popo took the tapes to the storage room where he found them. Meanwhile, Dende walked over to his favorite spot to contemplate what he had just seen.
'Well, I certainly won't be able to look either of them in the eye for a while, to say the least. I certainly didn't think one could bend like that! Maybe he's double jointed. I would ask, but how would I explain my reason for asking? Hmm, this is most peculiar indeed!' he thought. Whilst he thought further on the subject, two half saiyans landed near by.
"Hey, Dende!" Trunks called out.
"Eep! Oh! Trunks, Goten! You startled me!" Dende exclaimed, turning towards them.
"Deep in thought?" Goten asked.
"Or busy watching a girl, ne?" Trunks teased him.
"As a matter of fact, Trunks, I was just watching you sister take a shower." The two boys stared at him in shock. "Just kidding." Dende said, with a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes. "Someone's got to keep you on your toes! So, what can I do for you this fine morning?" Trunks and Goten exchanged looks.
"You mean, you don't know?" Goten asked perplexed.
"Know what?" Dende suddenly got a bad feeling.
"Goku's back!" Trunks told him.
"He found out about Mom and Zarbon, and then he disappeared!" Goten continued.
"We came to see if you can locate him." Trunks finished.
"Wait a minute. Goku came back, found out about Chichi remarrying, and . . . ran away?"
"Uh-huh!" Both boys nodded.
"And you want me to find him?" Again, they nodded.
"Alright, let's see what I can do!" Dende turned back to his favorite spot and began concentrating on Goku's ki. Trunks and Goten watched with fascination and anticipation. After a few minutes, which felt like hours, Dende finally spoke.
"Ah, there he is! Nani? What's this? O-h! So that's who it was!" he turned to the boys who looked baffled, to say the least. "Don't worry! He'll be okay! The person responsible for bringing him back is with him, so there shouldn't be any problems." he told them. All at once, they rushed at him.
"You know who it is?!? Tell us!" Trunks yelled.
"And where exactly is Dad? I want to know, damnit!" Goten shook Dende by his shoulders.
"Hold on a minute! Goten! Stop shaking me!"Dende shouted, becoming very dizzy. Goten stopped, but did not let go.
"Well? Tell us, Dende!" Goten pleaded. "Please!" Goten was on the verge of tears. Dende gave him a look of pure pity.
"Alright. I'll tell you what I can." Goten let him go.
"Thank you. Now sit." The three of them sat down right where they had stood. "Okay, here's the scoop. Goku is currently flying over the pacific ocean, nearing the coast of California, and he is being followed, but he hasn't realized that yet, or else he would have stopped. Now, I can't tell you who was responsible, but I might be able to tell you why." Dende paused, allowing the boys time to ask questions.
"Well, damn! Could you at least tell us if it's a girl or a guy?" Trunks asked.
"It's a guy."
"Why did he bring Dad back? Does he have feelings for him?" Goten asked.
"Is he in love with him?" Trunks added.
"Hmm, he does have strong feelings for Goku, but whether or not it's love, I can't say. He doesn't want to hurt Goku, and I'm pretty sure he was going to tell him about Chichi, but didn't get a chance to."
"That's a lot of help!" Trunks stated sarcastically. "What about a physical description? Can you describe the guy?"
"I know exactly who it is and can describe him easily, but I cannot tell you." Their jaws dropped.
"Why the hell not?!?" Trunks shouted in Dende's face.
"Because," he said with a smile,"it would spoil the surprise!"
"AARRGG!!" The two boys shouted in unison, which only caused Dende to laugh.
"Laugh it up while you can, green boy! Cause when the suspense kills us, we're taking you with us!" Trunks threatened. Dende found that immensely funny and was rolling on the ground, holding his stomach, and laughing so hard, tears were streaming down his cheeks.
"That's not suppose to be funny!" Trunks shouted. Goten chuckled. "Not you too! I thought you were on my side!"
"I am! I am! It's just that, well, it was funny!" he admitted.
"You two are hopeless! I'm going home." With that, Trunks flew off.
"Thanks, Dende. See ya!" Goten flew after his best friend and secret love. Dende watch the two fly away for a moment, then he shook his head, wondering when they will get their act together and get together!
Midair with Trunks and Goten . . .
"Come on, Trunks! Don't be mad!" Goten flew beside Trunks, trying to make ammends.
"I'm not mad, not really. I just wish he would just tell us who the guy is! I mean, for all we know, it could be my dad! And I'm not sure how I would handle that. If it's 17, there's no problem, but Dad . . . I don't know! I'm so confused and I don't want to be! This is frustrating as hell, and you two were laughing! It just didn't help any, is all." Trunks slowed to a stop, as did Goten. "Know what I mean?" he looked imploringly at Goten.
"Yeah. I do. Every damn day." Goten looked Trunks straight in the eye, searching for a glimmer of something that he held within himself, but rarely let show. Trunks looked away. "Trunks," Goten took his hand. "Don't look away. Let me see you, all of you." he implored. Trunks, after a moment to steel his nerve, met Goten's intense gaze. What he saw was his own feelings reflected back at him. Or were they his feelings showing through? Trunks wasn't sure.
'Could he really share my feelings? Does he love me like I love him?' Trunks thought. He soon received his answer. Goten reached up and cupped Trunks' cheek, caressing it gently. After a moment, he leaned in, closed his eyes, and placed his lips timidly upon Trunks', brushing them lightly. Closing his own eyes, Trunks leaned into the shy kiss, making it more intimate. Goten moaned, as Trunks' tongue ran over his lips, seeking entrance. His lips parted, letting trunks' tongue slip into his mouth. They both moaned with pleasure as the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, as their pent up sexual frustration was let loose, their hands roaming over each other's bodies. When the kiss ended, they both gasped for air.
"That was better than I ever dreamt it could be!" Goten said between gasps.
"Care for another?" Trunks asked, a smile on his now red lips, knowing very well what his answer will be.
"Why, yes! Thank you!" he joked with him.
"Don't thank me yet! I've barely just begun!" Trunks proclaimed before claiming Goten's lips once again.