TRUNKS OF ALL AGES

Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ, story not for profit

Warning: I can't remember exactly what's in this story, but generally I pretend that Trunks can't go Super Sayain 2 and 3. (even though this is set a year after the Buu sage...) now you've been warned, just in case...

Note: I've got this story probably 2/3 or 3/4 done, but I'm only posting one chapter for now. The computer likes me better when I take it slow. I'll post another chapter every few hours maybe until I've got everything that's done so far up. Enjoy!




Vegeta packed up a few of his things wondering what he was thinking as his body seemed to be controlling his actions. He knew he wanted to visit himself five years earlier when his son was only four instead of nine. Maybe he could straighten himself out just enough to makes Trunks' future life a touch easier. He'd been rather edgy lately and Vegeta sensed that it was largely his own fault. He only wanted to taint things just whatever slight amount it might take for the outcome to be a little better. If he'd only shown Trunks a little more attention when he was younger, and been a little less arrogant when his son was watching, perhaps Trunks wouldn't be so contrary now. Beyond that even, Vegeta was being ripped with guilt for not holding his son until he was eight. Except when he was a baby, but that didn't really count. It would be a lot easier if he just had a few memories of holding him prior to that age. Now that he was nine and not used to being held, it was hard to show him any affection.


Trunks slowly peered into his father's room, cautious not to be seen if at all possible. What was he doing? Why was he packing a bag? Hmm. Maybe he should pack a quick bag too...just in case. Trunks hated to be left out of anything. Surely his father wouldn't go somewhere without him. Or without at least telling him. Quickly Trunks ran to his room and threw a few things in a bag, then he slinked back to the door to watch his father. He was just finishing up.


Quickly Trunks removed his face from sight as his Dad turned in his direction.


"What is it, son?" Vegeta demanded.


Trunks debated for a second. Had he really been seen or was his father bluffing? He better not reply.




Vegeta sighed. "Get back to your chores...now."


Trunks stepped into view and looked at the suitcase in his father's hand. "Are you going somewhere Dad?"


"No, now get back to work."


"Then why do you have a suitcase?" Trunks asked.


"None of your business!" Vegeta was loosing patience.


Trunks eyes widened slightly and a look of hurt crossed his face.


"What is that?" Vegeta noticed the bag next to his son.


"Oh...I...I thought maybe we were going somewhere so I packed it just in case."


Vegeta frowned. His heart felt heavy all of a sudden. "Look, I'm going on a quick trip and you can't come along. But don't worry about anything, you won't even know I'm gone. I promise."


Trunks frowned, looking away. It was obvious Vegeta's promises meant little to him.


"Enough of that. Get to work," Vegeta touseled his hair as he walked by. Trunks pulled away from it and scowled. "Take that bag back in your room and put your stuff away."


Muttering Trunks grabbed the bag and began as his father had instructed. Then he stopped, thinking. He wanted to go with his father and there really wasn't any more to it. Instead of putting his bag back, Trunks listened to his father's energy and followed it, leaving enough distance that he wouldn't be seen.


Vegeta stepped into the time capsule and put his suit case in one of the three rooms on board the ship. Trunks knew this was his chance. Quickly he slinked into one of the other rooms and hid. Moving back into the main room, Vegeta set the time he wanted to go back to and push the ingition button.


Trunks felt a jolt as the capsule began moving through time. This was certainly one of the strangest feelings he'd ever had. It reminded him of the hyperbolic time chamber. The capsule shook a little bit and then it was all over. Now what? Trunks listened to his father's energy and when it was in one of the rooms, Trunks tiptoed out to find he was standing right in front of his own house. Things looked familiar, but
different from how they'd been left. Ignoring the strange feeling he had, Trunks walked right inside and stood, almost paralysed to see a small child playing with some toys in the middle of his living room. He looked just like him, only he couldn't be but 4 years old!


The child looked up, his blue eyes growing as wide as saucers.


"What are you?" Trunks asked, almost horrified.


"Mommy!" the four year old screamed. "What are you doing in my house! Get out! Mommy!"


"Trunks, what is it, sweety?" Bulma rushed into the room, alarmed, and grabbed the child into her arms.


"That kid just walked in here!" the little Trunks pointed.


Trunks stood, horrified, as he looked at the woman holding the child. She looked just like his mother had looked when he was young.


Vegeta popped inside the door and stood, his mouth hanging open as he surveyed the scene. Trunks turned and looked at him. "What is going on?!"


"Trunks! What are you doing here?! I told you to do your chores! Get outside and sit on the front step!" Vegeta ordered.


"But I didn't do anything!" Trunks complained.


"Go!" Vegeta harshly pointed.


Trunks scowled and folded his arms, storming outside, muttering. He rested his face on his hands and his elbows on his knees as he sat on the front step. "Why do I always get yelled at. I wasn't the one that screamed. That stupid little kid did..."


"What is going on?" the Bulma holding the four year old asked. "Are you another bunch from the future?"


"You could say that," Vegeta's voice was low. "I came here to talk to myself...I mean myself from this time."


"Oh. Well I'm sure you know where you're at then," Bulma rolled her eyes.
"Tell me. In the future do you ever do anything but train? Or do I have that to look forward to for the rest of my life?" she rested her hand on her hip, letting Trunks fall to the floor.


"That guy looks a lot like daddy," Trunks suspiciously stared.


"Yes, Trunks, that's what your daddy will look like in the future."


"What?" Trunks wasn't sure what to think. "Like Back to The Future?" his eyes widened.


"Something like that, yes."


"Then who's that kid outside?"


"That you when you're...uh...how old?" Bulma looked to Vegeta.


"Nine. Just turned."


"That's you when you're nine."


"Cool!" Trunks clenched his fists.


Vegeta recognised that familiar look of excitement and mischief on his face. It was uncanny.







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Sorry it might be a little confusing between the two Trunks, but I'm pretty sure it'll get easier. I think I just cal the younger one four year old and the older on nine year old later on. Anyway, I'll be posting the next chapter in a few hours! It's currently about 10pm, Pacific Time.