Dragon Ball Z: Paradise Found

A Sibling Adventure

"Girder Bumblebee to HQ. Scouting the perimeter. The Red Ribbons are moving in with force. A full-on military engagement is necessary!" a chubby pilot in a bomber jacket yelled out into the microphone attached to his helmet while turning circles over a formation of troops in black trench coats with Red Ribbon insignia and gas masks. "Shall I open fire and provide a distraction for the primary force to engage?"

"Negative," a voice muzzled in from the other side. "They've come too close to the city. Engaging them now would mean waging war inside the city's borders. The civilian casualty count would be too high. We don't want another Devil sign scenario..."

"Roger that. Pulling back to base." The pilot replied with a tad of disappointment in his voice as he grabbed the stick with both his hands and pulled a sharp U-turn. A vigorous shake rattled the fighter jet, making the pilot pull his oxygen mask off so that he could breathe easier as the limited oxygen it provided no longer satisfied the airborne soldier.

Ironically enough, while his human instinct suggested that pulling it and the goggles he used to operate the plane gear from within the cockpit would have helped, instead the man in the twilight of his military career years gasped for air instead. Despite not needing to breathe through a single tube, the air this high above had been so rare that he was infinitely worse off than with the rubbery oxygen mask.

The source of the quake that nearly downed his jet became apparent when the lid covering up the cockpit from the elements ripped right off, spitting sparks and whipping torn wires about while shattered metal and glass pelted around, unable to cope with the air pressure. The pull from the outside nearly yanked the pilot with a single swoop, but the safety belt kept the pilot firmly in place even though it put the squeeze on his round belly.

"You've had your fun," an apathetic, masculine voice of a young man with slick, shoulder-length black hair and a cocky grin on his face declared as he grabbed hold of the pilot's seat. "Mom says it's my turn to fly now."

Lapis pulled the pilot's seat right out, flinging it over his head and firing the pilot out of his jet like from a catapult while the young man slipped right in and settled down in the pilot's place that he had just ripped out from the cockpit. Sitting in a vacant spot wasn't comfy per se, but Lapis was an Artificial Human so it wasn't like comfort too bothered him. A blonde of about his years in age leveled with the plane and rubbed her finger at her temple, suggesting what she thought of her brother's mental state.

The young woman tried speaking, but Lapis pointed at his ears, telling her he couldn't hear his sister from inside the plane as they flew side by side. After a hefty sigh and a roll of her eyes, Lazuli swooped up and landed on top of the plane. Lapis tried operating the plane's control panel to let his sister in, but it didn't feel like anything worked how it was intended to because of Lapis' own less than graceful entry. Only more sparks and red error screens lit up.

"Oh, for Pete's sake!" a golden, ethereal shimmer filled the cockpit as Android 18 blasted the lid sideways, blowing it away into a storm of scrap metal with just a meaningless fraction of her power. "What are you doing?"

"You shouldn't have blown the lid off!" Lapis yelled out as the air swooping at them at high speeds and rustling their hair made it difficult to communicate from within the ruined cockpit. "It was so peaceful and fun before you yanked it off. You need to learn to apply a softer touch sometimes. You can be like a barbarian jeez."

"What are you doing, you dumbass?" Android 18 pressed her knuckles to her waist as she leaned in on her brother from behind him. "These military planes are a nuisance. There's no reason for us to bother with them. Any of our converted soldiers could have taken care of it."

"Yeah, but don't you feel like it's more fun like this?" Lapis wondered before realizing his dream had been going up with wild flocks of sparks and flames and abandoning the cockpit. While the Artificial Human sustained flight over the cold, mountainous areas below, the plane spiraled down and crashed into a ball of flames below.