Yes the rewrite is here! But before I do I feel that I should explane a few things. For one thing and the only thing I am covering in the chapter is the lack of voices as the sagas go on. I figured that after this story you guys got a pretty good hold on how Mirai Trunks's head worked. I had this idea that you guys already knew who was talking to him and what they might be saying. If this is not right I may consider posting them in the other stories but for now we are just worrying about the first. So here it is.

The Z fighters looked in awe as the sixteen year old child destroyed the evil warlord Kold and his son Frieza. Vegeta glared at him suspiciously. He was a head taller then our favorite short saiyan (haha what a loser) his hair was long and black with white high lights were his bangs hung almost as long as his hair.

He wore a black shirt with a red silhouette of a man with dreadlocks running around with what looked to be a hatchet in his hand. He had on long baggy pants with chains and bondage and the sewing lines were a blood red. (drools my god that turns me on) He obviously wore black eyeliner with red eye shadow

It sort of reminded Vegeta of a satan worshiper. Vegeta himself stood proud as always in his blue spandex that showed his muscles and the white saiyan armor over it. His hair was black and stood like a flame, the typical royal saiyan look.

They walked over to the mysterious boy who had announced to them that he was meeting Goku over to another part of the waist land. The others were happy to follow this strange new comer. The proud prince and the skeptical namik, Piccolo, were a little more cautious about there new 'friend'. The saiyan and namik exchanged looks and just nodded to each other. They didn't like each other but agreed that there was something not right about him. A pregnant Bulma (cause I say she is!) walked over to her mate (because they move to slow on there own) and gave him a funny look. "Are you two ok Vegeta?"

"No," he said, "there is something not right about him." Bulma let her blue hair blow in the wind and watched the two in curiosity. She smiled and walked to catch up to the others. They arrived at the spot and waited for an hour before Goku arrived. The boy wanted to speak to him in privet. Vegeta didn't like this at all.

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They flew to the other side of the crater and the boy began to explain everything. "My name is trunks and I am from the future. I am the son of Vegeta and Bulma." Goku couldn't believe what he just heard! He began to here the boy's story of the androids but he could tell that Mirai Trunks was hiding something important. He did not press him, only took in what he was saying. He turned around and said that he would stay in the timeline to make sure there were not too much changes and began to walk off. "You're not going home?" asked Goku.

"Why bother?" trunks responded "I have no one to go home to." he began to walk in a random direction when Goku stopped him.

"Why don't we explain this to the others? I'm sure Bulma would have no problem giving her teenage son a home."

"I told you in private so as to avoid having to say to them what was going on. I cannot interfere with the past to much and I don't want to grow attached." Goku nodded and walked to his friends who looked at him in curiosity.

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"So," ask Vegeta "what was that about?"

"Yes tell us" said piccolo sarcastically "what did your friend from the future have to say?" Goku looked shocked that piccolo knew. Yamcha, a guy with short spiky black hair and an orange gi, looked at his namik friend in surprise. This seemed to annoy Piccolo.

"My ears are not just there to complement my face you know! I could here your conversation!"

"so what was it about and how did you get off Namic," asked Krillen, a short bald guy also with an orange gi that had Master Roshi's symbol on the back.

"Where did you get that ridiculous outfit?" asked Vegeta. Goku now noticed he was still wearing the orange pants, white baggy shirt, and the black armor over it. He told the story of his amazing escape and the new technique he learned while piccolo told the story of what was to come.

Gohan shivered in fear and held onto bulma's leg. He was a small boy about six with blue overalls on and a blue and white striped long sleeve shirt. Bulma put her pale hand on his head to comfort him. Piccolo left out Trunks's identity just in case. After hearing the story they went there separate ways and Vegeta decided to fly home and think about the strange events unfolding and the strange gypsy who foretold there undoing.

It angered him, the thought of a couple of toasters beating him! He did not no this kid and it only pissed him off to learn that he wasn't leaving any time soon.

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As he was walking away it had hit trunks that he did not give the medicine to Goku. He turned around and sensed that they all were leaving now and flew back as quickly as he could. He began to space and thought about Vegeta, his father, his father in his own time and the prince in this one were totally different and his insight was getting the best of him.

Little lord Fauntleroy. You met your Houdini before he was even born what would you think of that if you knew Houdini was yours? He snapped out of his thoughts just as he was about to fly write into the hot tempered man.

Trunks tilted his head to the side and looked at him in curiosity. He did not expect to almost fly into him like that and the prince did not like the close encounter at all. "WATCH WERE YOU ARE GOING BRAT YOU ALMOST FLEW RIGHT INTO ME! WHERE DID YOU LEARN HOW TO FLY, CALIFORNIA!!!!" the angry prince shouted. Just then Bulma had flown up in a flying car and looked at the stunned 'gypsy' and smiled at him.

"Hey you want to stay with us? I promise Vegeta is the only one who acts like that."

"Ha! Woman you have been nothing but anger sense you got pregnant!"

"AND WHOSE FALT IS THAT YOU ROYAL PAIN IN MY ASS!" Vegeta grunted and shot a glare at the familiar looking stranger. He couldn't help but notice how much the boy looked like he did. He shook the feeling off and fly off in a furry that he would even care what the boy looked like. "Well hop in, I will give you a ride to your temporary home"

"I couldn't" he tried to say, but Bulma would not take no for an answer. She finally got him to go with her when she asked were he was going to stay.

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When they arrived at Capsule Corp. Bulma showed Mirai Trunks up to the room he would stay in. "Make your self at home. Do that teenager thing and hang stuff up if you want. Three years is a long time and you aren't really going anywhere so just make yourself as comfortable as possible. Dinner will be ready soon. I can't cook to save my life so my mother will be making it and to think, I'm about to be a mother" she chuckled and walked off.

M trunks tilted his head. He had forgotten his mother could be a bit air headed for a genius. He wasn't worried about her finding out who he was; it was Vegeta he was worried about. No doubt that man was sharp; he knew that Vegeta was already telling the similarities between the two of them.

He may have too much pride but it wasn't blinding him. Just then he heard bickering downstairs. Obviously Vegeta had come up from his gravity chamber and was demanding something from his mate. Trunks looked down at his hand and realized he still held the medicine in it. He rushed downstairs and once again crossed paths with the angry prince only this time he DID run right into him causing him to fall flat on his butt while the prince stumbled a bit. He was even angrier now.

Trunks had thought his father in his time was mean but Gohan and told Trunks he had no idea what mean was until he met his father in the past. In the past he had a temper that could make you wish Kami would strike you dead on the spot, he was terrified of the prince in his time when he was angry, and he didn't want to think of what he was like now.

Vegeta just looked at Trunks and he was scared shitless of the man! He began to stumble up and Vegeta slammed the poor boy against the wall. "I don't no what your playing at boy. Time travel is dangerous enough and if that blasted woman were to find out who you were...well it would not look to good for you...would it"

"You know me?" he asked surprised.

The price chuckled "I know of you. I would be a fool for not knowing with that woman already along and we learned not to long ago it was going to be a boy. You look absolutely nothing like Kakarots family yet you are saiyan.

I don't no your name just yet though that woman can't decide if she wants to name it or if she wants me to name It." Vegeta had a look of disgust and anger at the very thought of being a father. Trunks thought up a quick escape and decided that now was a good time to do so. "I have something I need to deliver" he said and Vegeta let the boy go. "Like I'm the fucking US Postal service instead of a bounty hunter for my malkavian maker," he mumbled walking away. Vegeta caught what he said.

"What is a malkavian?" he asked. Trunks had a look of surprise which was quickly replaced with a smile

"Nothing, I'm just talking to myself."

"Well the fucking US Postal appreciates your service I'm sure" the prince said sarcastically. The 16 year old turned on his heals and walked off (what does that even mean anyway). He had no idea how he was going to get through the next three years. Now that Vegeta so cleverly and annoyingly found out who he was, no doubt the angry short man would be riding his ass!

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I saw no need to change much in this chapter except maybe spacing it a bet better. The next chapter is going to have some differences.