Preamble

Hi everyone! I'm Eevaa and I'm Italian. I write and post fanfictions (especially DB ones) since many years and, after a very long time, I decided to post one of my favourite stories on this site, too. It's a story I began to write five years ago and that this year I finally ended. On Italian sites it's enjoyed very much.

Since I'm not very good at English I decided to ask to someone more competent and, luckily, I met Fandoms_Are_Life - who I thank with all my heart -, that accepted to translate the story for me.
Check her page on EFP Fanfiction website : Fandoms_Are_Life

I hope you'll enjoy my (and her) work. The story is set soon after the last great fight against Majin Bu and it develops in a totally alternative manner compared to Super, at least for the era of the first chapter. Era? Yes, because this story isn't set in a single time span.

Are you curious? Then give a peek :) enjoy the reading!

Chapter 1: Back to the past

Several months had passed since the fight with Majin Bu, months of delicious stillness. On Earth hovered a strange and harmonious sense of peace; the quietness and the serenity were palpable and observable in the looseness with which every fighter of the Z team faced their own days.
Nobody had ever completely stopped training, but there wasn't obsession, hurry and fear in improving themselves at all.
Little Trunks was becoming always more grown-up and similar to his father, the proud prince of Saiyans. After the thousand of suffered adventures, the sacrifice accomplished by Vegeta in order to save the Earth and the great fight against Majin Bu, their relationship had clearly become much narrower and much more intimate, despite the taciturn fighter was still struggling to prove it.
Vegeta had never been an affectionate father. He had never been either a present husband but his change, since he came on planet Earth, was more or less exemplary and the true authors of this were Bulma and Trunks. Both appreciated even the smallest gesture, the most tiring sketched smile or even a simple attention from the gruff prince and they made it a great were a strange but incredibly united family, all the past adventures had fortified their bond. Bulma had spent her days by designing new inventions, while Vegeta had never been taken away from his daily training. Even the little boy with lilac hair never lost time and strongly enjoyed his moments of training passed along with Vegeta and the friendly fights with the younger friend, Goten.

It was a warm July afternoon when, after a long series of backbreaking fights, father and son gathered in the kitchen to plunder the fridge, under Bulma's shocked eyes. Not that this event was an exception, obviously.
«You'll never change, you Saiyans. Is it possible that you're always hungry? The thing that surprises me the most is that you never get fat!» declared the blue-haired woman, leaning with arms folded at the kitchen's marble shelf.
Years seemed to never be passed for her, despite she was now a mature woman at the registry office. Physically she had remained the same little girl that many years ago had sailed to Namek, and right in that place she had met her prince for the first time.
«We simply have a different metabolism compared to you terrestrial. We don't get fat, we put muscle mass because of the training. By the way, you should also do it, I see you swollen» stated the prince swallowing a pie of rice, not knowing that, by giving that verdict, he had just decreed the end of that pacific became red like a pepper, tightening rabidly her fists and sketching a neurosis smile. "The calm before the storm", so Vegeta defined it every time the wife showed that quiet and silent pre-reaction. Needless to say that the fury of the woman wouldn't took long to explode and rampage like a tornado against the prince, whom ignored her rough, maintaining a perfectly calm and apparent indifference.
«You're an ape! A very rude and exasperating gorilla!» continued to cry the woman under the son's amused eyes « It's useless for you to pretend to ignore me! I know very well how to make you pay, primitive breed! I'll make you…»
The piercing cries of the blue-haired woman were interrupted by a very strong roar coming from outside that made all the family wince in the kitchen.
«What was that, mum?» asked little Trunks, putting himself in defence.
«Let's go to see what happened!» answered Bulma, coming out quickly followed by the two Saiyans, whom had to postpone their plentiful dinner grudgingly.
As soon as the automatic door of the big round house opened, the scene that appeared to the family's eyes was all but dangerous. Both Bulma and Vegeta understood in less than a moment what was happening and, ceasing to be alarmed, they breathed a sigh of relief.
«He came back!»

You could see a little further a huge yellow and green machine, with four mechanical legs and a semi-transparent dome on the top of it, the number "1" drew in green on one of the motors and a "C" circled in black on the side.
«Who came back?» asked little Trunks, pulling with a hand the prince's suit, who didn't answer but instead crossed his arms «Dad? Dad? Who came back? Huh? Dad?»
«Be quiet for a moment, snotty kid! And stop pulling me!» yelled Vegeta warning the son, who took on the typical angry expression of his father. In the same instant the nacelle's dome opened up, showing to the married couple exactly what they were expecting to see.
A tall and muscled boy with wisteria hair and big blue eyes came out from the time machine smiling radiantly, immediately grabbed by the blue-haired woman, who hugged him with tears in her eyes.
«Hi, mum!» the boy whispered gently, answering to the warm embrace of the mother, or better, of his mother in another time.
Little Trunks widened his eyes, shocked, starting to tremble like a leaf. The stranger resembled him, he called his mother "mum". A thousand of doubts and questions crept in the mind of the little Saiyan, who found the courage to speak only after swallowing soundly.
«How do you mean "mum"? Are you my brother?» demanded Trunks, then attacking himself again to the father's suit, who snapped impatiently.
The blue-haired woman approached the little boy, kneeling to look him in the eyes, then explaining all the story, with the calm and patience with which only a mother could have had.
At every minimum detail of the story, to the little Saiyan lighted the eyes at the mere thought of how he would become. He would become one of the most extraordinary fighters of the Universe, with the substantial difference that he shouldn't deal with all the difficulties and the pain of the future boy. It took several minutes before the thirst of curiosity of little Trunks filled up, but it took even more before the child's sparkling and engaging enthusiasm subsided.
«Cool! So you are me when I grow up!» screamed the child, fascinated and frantic.
«Yeah! I'm me… I mean, I'm you… I mean… God, it's so difficult!» major Trunks sighed, taking a hand behind his neck, starting to laugh for few seconds, then becoming incredibly more serious, watching the man with the frowned look standing beside him, who had remained silent for all the duration of the story.
«Hi, dad»
«I don't see you grown up, you didn't train very much these years» noticed the man with pointed black hair, keeping eye contact whit his future's son.
«Actually not: after years of having to fight to survive I relaxed. But I want to resume training soon and this is one of the reasons because I'm here» explained the future's boy with eyes lit up by a strange light.
«Will you train with us? So cool! So cool!» exclaimed the child, starting to gambol around the major one, who smiled but said no with his head, switching off just for a moment the enthusiasm of the child.
The boy's blue eyes closed for an instant, like he was searching inside himself the way to start a rather difficult speech. Vegeta e Bulma had certainly noticed that, in fact they fired to each other a questioning glance without let leek to the younger son their bewilderment.
«To be honest I could also stay a bit to train, but this is not the reason why I came back here»
«And what would it be? Explain yourself better, darling» the mother asked gently, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder, as for comfort and calm him in order to make him feel comfortable.
«The request I'm about to expose you is not simple, but I need your help» the wisteria-haired boy interrupted for a second before continuing, breathing with the nose as to inhale a good dose of courage mixed with oxygen «and you have to know that my decision could have… unpredictable consequences»