A Change in Time
Don't own DBZ! If I did, all the corny fics I authored would be made into movies by now!
A young girl squealed in delight as she saw the time machine land in the back yard of Capsule Corporation's Compound. She quickly ran to the machine making sure to leave room for Trunks to exit. He stepped out and scanned the compound in search of his mother, but unfortunately, she was not awaiting his arrival. He turned his attention to the little girl who seemed to be hugging him tightly.
"Brother you're back!" The little turquoise haired girl exclaimed. Trunks raised a brow; as far as he knew, he didn't have a sister, but her distinct features were definitely compatible to his mother's.
'Brother?' He said to himself, struggling to release his upper thigh from the surprisingly strong grasp. But she proceeded to let go herself and ran into the house.
"Mom! Trunks is back!" She called her mom to the common area of the house.
"There you are mister."Bulma started with her hands on hips to Trunks, as if he was being scolded. "We made that machine for fun, but that doesn't mean you can go gallivanting through time and space anytime you feel like it."
'We made it for fun?'Trunks thought. After all those years of hard work, it was just for fun? That time machine was made from the blood and sweat of a sad generation that incessantly cried for hope. How could she say that?
He then observed a slight change in his mother's appearance. She looked more young and vigorous than he could remember; then he noted the long aqua tresses she kept tied back were hacked off.
"Mom, you cut your hair?" he asked, and then recognizing that she was not the only one changed as they walked into the house. Capsule Corps. looked as if it was never tormented by the malicious androids; everything was rejuvenated, and there had been some unfamiliar additions to the compound as well. It seemed it was even more technologically advanced than the one he recently left in the past.
"Of course, it's been this way for some years now. I just had it styled differently that's all…" Bulma replied inspecting her son for any harm. "…are you feeling okay? Did you catch some strange illness in the past?" She gently rested her hand on his forehead checking for any temperature abnormality, as he looked down once again to see the same young girl from earlier clinging to him.
"No I don't think so, but who's this little girl?" he seriously questioned as he patted her crown gently, causing her to frown in dismay.
"You don't remember me brother? I'm Bra your baby sister." Bra cried worryingly, aware that her brother may have been indeed suffering from some form of sickness.
"My sister?" Trunks thought aloud as he turned to his mother once again and smirked. "Mom, did you finally get over my father and move on?"
"Get over your father? Move on?" Bulma was now fretting herself.
"So when do I meet my new stepfather?" Trunks genuinely smiled at his mother. She had been alone all these years, and it would be a relief to him if she had found the courage to love again; she really must love this guy to have another kid at that.
"Stepfather? What on earth… Vegeta!" Bulma panicked, interlocking arms with Trunks. Their son was acting strange, and it totally freaked her out. "Something's wrong with Trunks!"
"Vegeta? As in my father…Prince Vegeta? Father's alive?" Trunks sputtered as he freed his arm and used both hands to compress his sudden migraine. "Ah!" he cried as the room rapidly began spinning in front of him, and suddenly, everything went black as he fainted. He fell back, hitting his head on the ceramic tiled floor.
Okay…this short fic just came to me out of nowhere; it's not going to be lengthy…I'm just testing it out, so tell me if I should continue; please review…I would also like to hear some suggestions, and if this has been done already, please let me know. Thanks!