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[Hi.  It's R. Cybelle Gil with my second? DBZ story.  This is the only one that actually has a title that reminds me of the movie and episode titles of DBZ.  (I don't know how it happened; it just came out that way.)  This is the story about when Trunks transforms to the level of SSJx3 (and so does Goten).  I mentioned this ability in my third story (which you've probably already read).  This is the second in order but not the second I wrote.  You could say it was one of the last DBZ stories I wrote, but I have to admit, its one of the funniest (to me anyway).  Also, for your information, I love the Trunks of the messed up future and GT Trunks definitely needs some help.  So…I fixed it!  You, as my readers, could probably tell by now that Trunks is my favorite character and that I love writing about his family and his best friend.  Hey!  You don't get a group of Saiya-jins as interesting as them!  So enjoy this story, packed with action (no romance to the answer the prayers of the guys), but don't worry ladies!  Just reading about Trunks and Goten should bring you joy!  Plus, the funny parts are pretty good.  ^_^ And by the by, this takes place after GT.  Enjoy the story and give me your thoughts! J]

The Return!

How Trunks and Goten turn into the Ultimate Super Saiya-jin Levels!

Part I—Trunks' Return

            Trunks closed his eyes against the bumps and grinds of the time machine as it took off.  He had gone to the past to fix his future, making sure his father and Gokou and all of the others had a chance to live.  He opened his eyes as the time machine lunged forward and his long white hair shifted forward into his eyes.  He was glad the group had wished him back when he had died during the Cell Game.  He didn't like the thought of dying in the past and not really living out his life.  Who knew what would happen if he had stayed dead?!  He cringed as the time machine went through another bump.  Now he would return to a changed future.  What would it be like?

            He braced himself for the jolt that would send him hurtling through the space time continuum.  How would everything have changed since he left it?  What would happen to the Trunks that had been living this new life?  He shrugged to himself just as the time machine jolted into the portal that would send him home to the future.  He supposed he would find out when he got home.

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            Eleven year old Bra was chatting endlessly on the phone, her nineteen year old brother across from her watching her with his father's smirk on his face as he sharpened his sword.  It was at the next instant that Bra became so startled she dropped the phone with Marron on the other line asking what had happened when she heard Bra's gasp.  Bra was staring at the spot where her brother had been sitting just a moment ago…before he had vanished into thin air.  Sword and all.

            Bra stood up and looked about the room in a panic.  Where had Trunks gone?  Bra winced as she hit the phone with her foot and heard Marron screaming from the other line.  She slowly picked up the phone; her eyes still wildly looking about the room.

            "I'll call you back, Marron.  Something really weird just happened."  Before Marron could ask, Bra hung up the phone.  She blinked in confusion and continued to look about the room.  Where had Trunks gone?  Maybe he had flown out the window?  It had been really fast…but just maybe?  But before she could head to the window to look for her brother, a crash resounded across the floor.  It felt as if an earthquake had hit.  Bra let out a startled cry and flew into the air, quickly rushing to the window to see what had caused the mini tremor.

            She let out a sound of bewilderment as she saw steam emerging from one of her Okasa's time machines as it sat in the center of the huge hole it had created.  Bra blinked as she flew out of the window and landed before the time machine.  What was one of Okasa's time machines doing here?  Where had it come from?  Bra scratched the back of her head then shook out her confused thoughts.  What was she worried about?  She had to find Trunks!

            But before she could march off in search of the missing brother the hatch of the time machine opened, steam flowing out in masses.  It filled the air and Bra took a step back, wondering what would come out of it.  She lifted an eyebrow in bewilderment as the person inside coughed and slowly began to come out, standing slowly up, and his silhouette amidst the steam.  He flew out in the midst of the steam and landed before the time machine, the steam eventually clearing to reveal the time traveler.

            Bra blinked in confusion as the steam cleared to reveal her brother…who looked very different than he had just seconds before.

            His hair was longer and much lighter; it looked white with a purplish hue.  His bandana still hung about his neck, but he was wearing a Capsule Corp. jacket, a black sleeveless shirt, and torn pants that were not even close to what he was wearing moments ago.  Other than his bandana, only his gloves and boots remained the same.  What was going on?

            Trunks blinked in confusion as he stared about him.  His mind was a muddle.  Nani ka?  What had happened?  He was so confused.  He shook his head trying to make order of the fiasco in his head.  He stopped as he spotted the girl in front of him.  He blinked.  She looked just like his mother, only with a red tank top, headband, a mini-skirt and thigh high boots.  He blinked in confusion as he stared at her for a few moments.  Suddenly her face and appearance formed in his chaotic mind.

            Trunks grinned.  "Bra!"

            Bra shook her head, wondering what the heck was going on.  But she wouldn't dwell on it.  Once he spoke all her own confusion melted away and she scowled at him.  "Trunks!  What the hell did you do to your hair!  There's no way it could have grown five inches in five seconds!"  Bra looked at him as if he was a freak until her expression turned to one of pure horror.  Trunks started in surprise at her expression, his eyes widening.  "And what did you do to your clothes!" Bra wailed.  Trunks looked down at himself and lifted an eyebrow at the bandana.

            He lifted it and stared at it for a moment before realizing the gloves on his hands.  He lifted an eyebrow as his lips twisted in disgust.  "Nan da sore wa?"  What the hell is this?

            Bra growled and Trunks looked up only to have Bra grab him by the arm and drag him inside the house.  Trunks' mind was a mess as he looked about the house trying to make sense of the turmoil of memories rumbling about in his head like tumbleweeds in a tornado.  Bra's bellow didn't help his perplexed state at all.

            "OKASA!  TOSA!  Something happened to Trunks!  His hair grew five inches in seconds and all his clothes have mutated!"

            Bulma looked through the open door of the kitchen to her two children.  Her short green-hair shifting into her face as she peered at them, her lips swollen and eyes glazed from entertaining her husband.  She blinked and stepped out of the kitchen to look at Trunks.  "What was that Bra?  What about your brother?"

            Bulma turned to Trunks who had suddenly grown several more inches in height, width and in built body as well as in hair.  She blinked and realization dawned.  She gave a cry for joy and hugged Trunks.  Her son only smiled and hugged his mother back in confusion.

            "Oh my goodness!  You're back from the past!  No wonder you look so different!"  Vegita looked into the room with an eyebrow lifted as Bulma continued to ramble to Trunks.  Bulma smiled at her confused son.  "Don't worry, Trunks.  You'll be experiencing some disorientation and confusion as your memories begin to merge.  You have two entire lifetimes of memories in one head; it is probably going to very confusing at first.  But soon you'll be all right."

            Bra looked at her mother as if she had lost her mind.  Vegita only shook his head and stepped out through the kitchen door, shaking his head in Bulma's direction.  He turned to Trunks and gave him a small smirk.

            Trunks smirked back, but Bra had had enough.  "What the hell is going on!  What do you mean 'two lifetimes of memories', Okasa?  What's wrong with Trunks?  How did his hair grow and his clothes change in so short a time?  Actually…in no time at all!"

            Bulma smiled at her daughter and said, "Daijou bu, Bra.  I'll explain it all later when we go to Gokou's for dinner.  That way I can explain it to all the people who don't know.  Isn't that better, Vegita?"

            Vegita shrugged.  "I'm sure it is better than repeating yourself a million times."

            Bulma nodded.  "Hai, everyone is going to be asking the same thing when they see you, so we'll wait to tell everyone at once."  She smiled at her son and motioned him to his room.  "Go to your room and relax a bit.  Let your mind settle.  I'm sure that it is nothing but a jumbled mess right now."

            Trunks smiled sheepishly down at his mother as he slowly walked to the right.  Bulma coughed.  Trunks looked up with an eyebrow lifted his blue eyes full of question.  "Your room is that way, Trunks."  She motioned to the left and he stared at the hallway for a moment as the memory formed and he nodded, heading toward his room.

            Bulma gave Vegita a look and her husband sighed and followed his son, making sure the confused young man didn't go into the wrong room.

            Bra just stared after her brother in complete bewilderment, before—out of sheer curiosity—she followed her father.

            Trunks stared at his room, trying to sort out the clutter in his mind.  He shook his head and removed the gloves and bandana with a look of disgust, his nose wrinkling with distaste.  He wiped some dust off his clothes from the time traveling and went toward his closet to take out something better to wear.  But when the door had slid open and Trunks stared at his wardrobe, he swallowed harshly.  Nan da…?

            The long shorts, bandanas, dress jackets and buttoned shirts that made up his closet made him begin to form a cold sweat.  His eye twitched.  His mind was too much of a mess at the moment, but…did he actually wear this…stuff?

            "By…Kami…" He just couldn't believe it.  He murmured in sickened amazement, "Who the hell does my shopping?"

            "Your mother and your sister."

            Trunks turned to see his father leaning against the doorway of his room, a look of sympathy and understanding in his face.  He knew that if the Trunks from the alternate future that had come to the past was really merged with the son he had raised that he was probably ready to blow the closet away.  Taking all the 'preppy' and revolting clothes with it.

            Trunks swallowed harshly and lifted an eyebrow, giving his father a smirk.  "Do they do your shopping too?"

            Vegita shook his head as he straightened and went into the room.  "I don't let them."

            Trunks burst out laughing and scratched his head, turning back to the appalling image of the clothes in his closet.  "My memories are all jumbled up, but I actually let them put me in this stuff?"  He turned to his father to see Vegita smirking.  "Without a fight?"

            "You didn't have a choice."

            Trunks grinned at his father his arm raising.  Energy gathered from his outstretched arm to his palm and he blasted the contents of the closet to ashes.  He turned back to view his handy work and sighed with relief.  Vegita smirked.  Trunks turned back to his father and grinned.  "Well, I guess I have to go shopping myself now."

            "Shopping?"

            Vegita and Trunks turned to see an evilly grinning Bra at the doorway.  "Did you say 'shopping'?"  Vegita shook his head and Trunks groaned.  Why hadn't he realized she was there?  Bra just grinned more widely and grabbed Trunks.  "Now don't complain!  I'm going to the mall with Marron and Pan.  Now you are coming with us!"

            Trunks rolled his eyes heavenward and threw his father a pleading look.  Vegita shook his head, his face plainly saying don't-look-at-me-I-can't-help-against-her.  Trunks sighed as he was pulled out by Bra, his mother crying out from the kitchen, "Trunks?  Would you go with Bra to the mall?  I need you to watch over her!"

            Trunks only groaned more loudly as he was dragged from the house, the only words he uttered were the whispered, "Why me?"