Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. I do lay claim to any OC's I throw into the mix. This story has a deep focus on Mirai Trunks, but in later chapters the thoughts and feelings of an OC will step in and take the mantle of the main character. I'm not very good at Summaries so you will just have to read.

For those that wait for me to continue my True Blood Story. I will finish it but I can't promise anything immediate. I don't know why but I find myself without a muse for that story. I think after today I'll write another chapter. Seeing the last episode of this season might be what I need in order to write.

I hope you enjoy the beginning of this story though….

Another Time line:

There was nothing left, only the scent of death. Trunks should have felt more, but growing up with death can leave you terribly hollow. Still his thoughts continued to pull in one direction. He couldn't help but think of that short time ago when everything had become better. He had ultimately defeated cell and the androids'. Trunks had even created a time line where the world still had its heroes, but in his world none of that mattered now. Its always seemed the same, just an endless spiral of good and evil. It hadn't taken long for a new, and stronger evil to take the place of those that had tormented trunks youth. Everything he had fought for, was gone.

Dr. Gero had perished much like he had in the 'new' timeline Trunks had created. However in that universe they had destroyed the machine that held Dr. Gero's ambitions. It was this mistake, this small unforeseen thing in his world that had caused all the misery he now held. Trunks walked around the dead and rumble, looking only at the sky. In truth, it had been his mothers fault as well. She should have had more faith in him, and maybe that's what hurt the most. Like everything else, she was gone as well. Trunks could still see her death as if it again was happening right before his eyes. She hadn't even screamed, and even as Trunks had watched he could have sworn that there was a soft curve in her lips. A smile forming as she experienced her own demise, leaving behind a son who had fought so hard.

Standing in front of the blackened ashes of Capsule corps, Trunks took out a last remaining artifact. He only glanced at the capsule in his hand before releasing what was inside. Never again did he expect the need for it. Trunks slowly ran his hand over the time machine, only stopping when he reached a word on it that had lost its meaning. The word 'hope' was nothing but a perverse joke to him now, something to laugh at. Trunks gathered energy into his hand, and with not even a fraction of his power the offending word was scorched from his sight.

Mean while in a better Time line:

Bulma could kick Vegeta's butt, he had eaten everything in the house. Dishes were everywhere, piled in every visible direction. She was glad that she could afford cleaning services, still it was an awful mess to behold.

"Mom, I'm hungry and so is Goten!" Trunks was standing next too Goten with his arms crossed and left foot tapping continuously.

Bulma hated both the arrogant smirk and posture Trunks had adopted from his father. Although she supposed it was her fault as well, she spoiled him way too much. "Sorry sweetie, but your father took it apon himself to clean out the fridge." Anything to avoid a tantrum from her son, she made her way to the phone and began dialing, "How about pizza, does that sound good?"

Bulma never even heard their excited replies, standing in the doorway of the kitchen was Mirai Trunks. She dropped the phone and didn't feel it leave her hand, "Your back."

"I suppose I am", Mirai Trunks spoke softly. He didn't really feel like he was back, and everything felt like a dream now. Leaving behind the world he had been born in hadn't been out of necessity, and in truth he would have welcomed his own end there. In the end he had chosen to come to there world for the same reason he had come before. They needed to be warned, and he needed revenge.

"Who the hell are you!" Chibi Trunks was pointing an accusing finger at his much older counterpart.

"He looks kind of like you Trunks, but bigger", Goten held a thoughtful finger to his lips. He walked all around Mirai Trunks, looking him up and down. After finished his silly examination he just nodded and smugly looked at his friend.

"No way I'm much better looking, and besides he seems mean", Chibi Trunks spoke with as if the sight of Mirai Trunks offended him. "Come on Goten, lets go to your place and get some food."

Bulma did the parent thing and insisted Chibi Trunks call her should he decide to spend the night. After all of that was taken care of she returned her attention to her 'other' son. Bulma knew there was something wrong, not just because he was there, but somehow he was wrong. Her memory of him was of a young man who had seen many horrors, but still had hope and love in his heart. He wasn't that way to her now, it was as if he'd been transformed. In a way he reminded her of Vegeta, and it scared her.

"Tell me what's happened", Bulma knew even as she asked that he wouldn't be entirely open with her about it.

"What makes you think anything's happened, can't I just visit you?" Trunks said all of this with a cold smile.

"I'm your mother Trunks, I just know," Bulma felt a sorrow creep into her heart, and she didn't even know the true cause.

He laughed, it just couldn't be helped. Trunks knew that it wasn't fair of him to be this way towards her. He knew even as he looked at this healthier, and happier version of his mother that her choices were different. The Bulma of this world hadn't wronged him, she hadn't helped create his worlds end.

"Your not my mother, she's dead and gone," He said the words, but the horror on her face brought him back to where he was now. "I'll tell you what happened, but it should wait until everyone is here," He just didn't have it in him to repeat what he had to say, not even just one time.

"All right, I'll make some calls," Bulma's throat was tight, and knew her voice reflected this. As much as she wanted to say more it would have to wait. She didn't think it was the right time, Bulma wanted to hear what Trunks would soon say. Maybe if she knew the cause of his pain, then she could understand who he had transformed into.

"Where is Vegeta," even as Trunks asked he knew the answer. It wasn't hard to sense his fathers chi, as always he was training.

Bulma was surprised, he had always referred to Vegeta as his father. "He is training in GR, would you like me to take you to him? She wanted more time with him, maybe find a way to help him.

"No, I can find my own way," Trunks said this with barley a whisper.

Why he wanted to seek out his father, he didn't know. Vegeta wasn't the emotional type, and all he could offer his son was a fight. Trunks considered that this was what he needed. A long hard fight, and why not…it was the only time he really felt anything now.