Hello fanfic readers. This is my first fanfic with Mirai Trunks, so bear with
me. I'm not too good with his character.
In this story, Mirai comes back from the future for a visit. He arrives a
few weeks after the Majin Buu battle. Enjoy and please, please, please
review!
- Saiyan Princess

"Papa!" a voice wailed, "Papa!"
Mirai Trunks still hadn't moved from the doorway of his time machine. He
watched in amazement as two small boys clung to each other. The older one he
would recognize anywhere. The second looked like a small Goku. Two familiar
kis approached.
"Otouson and Gohan-kun," Mirai whispered.


Within an hour, everyone had gathered at Capsule Corporation. Mirai was
overwhelmed yet overjoyed. He cried out in delight when #18 handed him her
and Krillin's toddler girl, Marron. Vegeta, as usual, stood back from the
crowd. Goten, Goku's little boy, and Trunks stayed near him. Goten hid
behind Vegeta, peeking out occasionally. Trunks didn't seem to know if he
should cry, throw a temper tantrum, or faint.
"So, how old are you Goten?" Mirai asked the miniature Goku.
Goten bit his lip and looked toward his big brother for help.
"He's seven," replied Gohan. "And Chibi-Trunks is eight."
"I'm not chibi," insisted Trunks with a scowl. "I'm already eight and I won
a tournament and fought in the Majin Buu fight a few weeks ago."
Despite his fear, he glared at his twin fiercely.
"Let's have a party tonight!" cried Bulma suddenly.
She had hugged Mirai a record amount of times.
"That's a great idea!" Gohan and Goku replied in sync.
"We'll have it here, at Capsule Corporation, around nine," added the heiress.

Mirai and Bulma sat in the garden. It was evening and they were watching the
sun set.
"I hope you won't think I'm rude," began Mirai, blushing, "but I have some
questions."
"Shoot."
"Okay. Are you and Otouson married?"
Bulma smiled.
"Yes, and very happily."
Mirai unsuccessfully attempted to hide his grin.
"I'm glad," he said. "Does he enjoy being a father?"
"Oh yes. He'd never admit it, but Trunks has 'Papa' wrapped around his
chubby little finger. Just last week Vegeta took both little boys to an
amusement park. He lost a bet with Trunks."

Trunks was even more shy during the party. He sat close to his father on the
couch. Because of the recent Majin Buu fight, Vegeta was more tolerant of his
son's need for affection. Goku was filling Mirai in on their latest battle.
"Otouson died?" gasped Mirai.
"Yep. He sacrificed himself for Earth."
"Does that mean...?"
"He's pure now. If he dies, he'll go to heaven."
Mirai's face shone with happiness. Then he hurried into another room. Goku,
concerned, followed.
"Are you all right?"
Mirai nodded. His eyes were teary.
"I'm fine. Otouson always said I was too emotional," he said smiling. "I'm
just so happy with him."
"Me too."

"Papa, I don't like this party," confessed Trunks. "I don't like HIM. May I
leave?"
Vegeta glanced at Bulma. She was chatting with #18. Gohan was introducing
Mirai to Videl.
"All right. Let's go spar outside."

"Where on Earth did your father go?" wondered Bulma.
"Chibi-Trunks is gone too," added Mirai. "He was pretty upset earlier."
"I bet they're outside or in the gravity machine. "I'm sorry. He's always
training Trunks."

"Trunks! Come here young man!" called Bulma from the doorway. "You can't just
walk out of a party! It's rude!"
Trunks shot his father a begging look, but Vegeta motioned for him to do as
his mother said. Sighing, the little boy followed his father back to the
house.

"I need to talk to you," he whispered to Bulma as they entered.
She nodded and bent down to Trunks.
"Honey, why don't you and Goten go play with Marron?"
"'Cause we don't want to."
"That was not a question. Go play."

"What did you need to talk about?" Bulma asked once they were in the family
room.
"It's about Trunks. The younger one."
"Yes?"
"I know you adore Mirai, but our son--"
"They're both ours."
"--Younger Trunks, is upset about all this. He's never met himself before."
"Why don't you have a nice father/son talk about it?" it would be good for
both of you."
"Bulma, you know how bad I am at those."
Bulma stepped closer to him, smiling devilishly. She wrapped her arms loosely
around him, her hands resting on her lower back.
"Come on," she purred. "We both know you're a smooth talker."
Her hands began to drift downwards. Vegeta smirked.
"Devil. Fine. I'll do it."
A gasp was heard from the hall. Yamcha hurried away as they turned toward
him.
"Sorry! Just looking for Bulma!" he explained as he ran sheepishly away.

"Did you find them?" asked Chi-Chi as Yamcha darted into the party room.
"Well...yeah," he stuttered, embarrassed.
The red-faced couple entered. #18 winked at Videl.
"I guess they were busy."

Trunks glared as his mother began to speak with Mirai again. His mother
adored this strange, face-stealing boy. He heard Yamcha talking with Master
Roshi.
"Vegeta had so much respect for Mirai by the time he left. He really cared
for him a lot," the still-unmarried Yamcha said. "I'm glad for Mirai. He
deserves respect."
Trunks scowled darkly.
"We'll see about that."

The next day, Mirai took Trunks aside to talk with him. He knew the small boy
was uncomfortable and hoped to ease the tension with a heart to heart talk.
"How's life here?"
"Fine. Papa took me and Goten to the amusement park last week."
Trunks smiled. Never in a million years would he have imagined Vegeta doing
that.
"I won a tournament too. I beat Goten. We both turned Super Saiyan."
"Wha-what?" he gasped. "Two little boys? Super Saiyan?"
"Yeah. What about your papa?"
Mirai looked at his feet.
"My dad died when I was just a baby. Mom and I are the only ones alive."
"Oh. May I leave now?" asked Trunks indifferently.
Mirai's face reddened.
"Didn't your parents teach you any manners?"
"Don't be such a sissy."
"How dare you!"
"I think you're a wimp. Ever since you got here you've been sucking up to MY
mom," Trunks complained. "Why don't you just go home? No one wants you here,
sissy-boy."
Before Mirai could stop himself, he turned Super Saiyan and slapped the
spoiled boy hard across his cheek. The little boy hit the ground hard and
whimpered. Unfortunately for Mirai, Vegeta had seen the whole thing. He
marched over and lifted up his small son by his collar.
"I wasn't even powered up, Papa," Trunks moaned.
Mirai was on his knees, his forehead resting on the grass.
"Father, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I don't know what happened."
"You hit my son," Vegeta said dryly. "That's what happened."
He started back to the house, Trunks following.
Mirai looked up just in time to see his younger twin give him a smug look.

"What happened?" cried Bulma when she noticed her son's bruised cheek.
"Mirai hit me," he whimpered.
"What? I'm sure it was out of his control!" she exclaimed, running outside.
Trunks couldn't belive that she hadn't comforted him. Vegeta knelt down to
examine his son's injury.
"Your cheekbone's not broken," he concluded, poking at the bruise.
Trunks was sure he could see disappointment in his father's eyes. Why hadn't
he fought back?
"I'm sorry Papa," Trunks said. "I wasn't ready. I'll work on my reflexes
more, I promise."
"Good," praised Vegeta.
"Let's train after lunch," suggested Trunks.
"Sorry, Mirai and I are going to spar then."
"With HIM?"
"He's a tough opponent. Ask Gohan to throw rocks at you."
"He HIT me!" yelled Trunks, stamping his foot.
"That's why you should work on your reflexes," Vegeta chided.
"Time for lunch," announced Bulma, returning with Mirai.
Trunks watched in shock as his mama, papa, and Mirai sat down together at the
table peacefully. Vegeta had gotten over his anger already and Bulma seemed
to see Mirai as the victim.
"Come sit down Trunks," called Bulma. "We're waiting. You must excuse
Trunks," Bulma told Mirai. "He's used to being the center of attention."
Scowling darker than ever, Trunks approached the table.
You're dead, sissy-boy, he thought.