Echoes of the Heart
Summary: With nothing to go back to, Mirai Trunks has no choice but to stay in the past. Past Trunks is less than thrilled at this, as he finds himself in the shadow of his future self. Full of despair, he decides to ends his life only to find himself in the future, human and with a new identity.
I do not own Dragon Ball Z.
Trunks Briefs had taken a lot of shit over the years, what with his father being a fighting alien and villains always popping up to ruin his day.
But what he couldn't stand was Mirai Trunks.
Mirai Trunks was the future version of himself or alternate version.
Now Trunks didn't have anything against the guy personally, after all, how could he hate himself?
What he hated was, the changes that the guy brought along with him.
If you had asked Trunks what was his first clear memory, it wouldn't be the sound of going to the beach or hugging his parents.
It was the memory of his own father looking at him like he was seeing someone else.
Trunks, at that time was too young to recognise the gazes, that sometimes his parents or other friends of his parents would have.
Those gazes continued well into childhood.
And then, he realised the reason behind those gazes.
It was because of him.
Not only was it shocking to hear that the person that he freed from the time machine was a future and alternate version of himself.
But all he could think about was how he got that haunted look in those eyes.
Trunks didn't exactly notice the difference in his surroundings right away but when his crush started crushing on his future self.
Things went downhill, very fast.
Even when Black Goku, was defeated, things continued to change.
He found out, he had no say in letting Mirai into the house, his parents didn't even ask him and moved him to another room.
"Trunks, why can't you be more helpful like Mirai in the kitchen?" His mother would said.
"Trunks, stop goofing around. You don't see, Mirai, doing that?" His father would say.
"Why can't you be more reliable like Mirai, Trunks" Another comment from his mother.
And Trunks found it maddening.
It was like he was fading slowly in the background and being replaced by a better version of himself.
His parents didn't even notice when he was late to dinner, a couple of times, to the point he stopped coming down for dinner at all and only came down for the little left overs.
He didn't even think his own parents noticed him scouring around the kitchen looking for left-over food in the middle of the night, it was no easy task when you have a Saiyan for a father, that's for sure.
Those cherished shopping trips began to stop and they stopping picking him up from school.
It was like he was invisible to those around him and when he did get attention there attention it was from his own father who wished to 'train' him.
It was a beating, not training.
His father beat him and then, when he couldn't put up much of fight, his father would only ridicule him saying, why couldn't he be as strong Mirai?
Well excuse him, if he wasn't a decade or so older.
But he could handle it, even if his crush was stolen from him, he would endure it because, surely they couldn't forget his own birthday, he already saw the streamers and his mother was cooking a birthday cake.
He should have known, better.
Trunks had actually woke up and walked down stairs with the first genuine smile in a long time, the smell of his favourite blue berry pancakes filled the air.
"Good morning, Trunks" His mother said, not knowing that, that sentence, contained the most words she had said to her youngest version of her son in a month.
"Good morning, mom" Trunks said, with a genuine smile on his face.
"Trunks, can you set up the plates for Mirai birthday breakfast?" She said, not knowing seeing how his smile dropped.
Mirai birthday!? What about mine!? He thought, fury flashed in his mind but he calmed down, surely his father must have remembered, him.
He was wrong, so wrong.
Vegeta came in with Mirai like, a proud father, seeing his oldest version of his son reached Super Saiyan 3 today, he had completely forgotten about who, he truly should be training.
Trunks felt like he could only watch as his mother said "Happy Birthday" to Mirai and not to him, who she had seen first.
He plastered on a smile, as he forced himself to sit down and watch his own parent's shower Mirai with gifts, he left the moment they were all distracted, it wasn't that hard and instead he flow outside of town and onto a hill.
Hopefully until the day was over.
"Happy, birthday, me" He sang to himself, it was such a sad thing to see, when you have to sing to yourself when you clearly have a family to sing to you on birthday.
His solitude was sadly interrupted by Piccolo who had come to get him, when someone had finally noticed he was missing.
"So there you are" The namekian said, landing near him.
"Go away.." Trunk said, burying his head in his knees.
"What's got you so mopy?" Piccolo said, raising an eyebrow.
"Piccolo, do you remember what day it is, today?" Trunks asked.
"It's your birthday obviously" Piccolo said, raising an eyebrow, not knowing how much those words meant to him.
"You remember?" Trunks looked up, honestly surprised.
"Of course I do" Piccolo said, "Why wouldn't I, when your own party is going on?"
Now Trunks frowned and said. "Piccolo that's not my party. It's Mirai's, my parents didn't even have a joint party even though were technically the same person. Everyone but you seemed to have forgotten I even exist"
And Piccolo recalled in shock and said. "That's not true. Vegeta and Bulma are just trying make Mirai feel welcome since he has nobody left, they've just been busy, it would take some time to get back to normal, you see."
"Yeah, right" Trunk said, clearly Piccolo was either blind or he hadn't spent a day in his house.
Piccolo picked Trunks up despite his protests and flow towards the Briefs house, determined to prove Trunks wrong and prove that t they do care about him.
"Well it's about time" Bulma said, seeing the two and her youngest version of her son.
Trunk rolled his eyes and walked in, completely ignoring his mother.
"HEY!" Bulma yelled, only for Piccolo to place a hand on her shoulder while shaking his head
"Just give him, time, Bulma" Piccolo said, they both went inside and Piccolo eyes widened in shock at the big banner that said 'Happy Birthday Mirai'.
There was no mention of Trunks even in the sentence.
The boy himself looked like he couldn't care less of where he was right now, despite his aching heart.
They all went to congratulate Mirai on his birthday while Piccolo could only look on in shock, everyone else seemed to be ignoring Trunks.
Piccolo watched in disbelief as pictures were taken and Trunks wasn't even invited to partake in the photograph.
He could tell that something broke when the cake came out, to reveal it had been signed in Mirai name with no mention of Trunks.
But Piccolo wasn't going, to stand by and let this happen and said. "Um, Bulma shouldn't Trunks be cutting the cake too?"
The women herself gave him an annoyed look before puzzlement settle in when she realised what he just said. "Why? It's Mirai special day and I don't want Trunks ruining it" and Trunk fist clutched.
"Ruin it?" Piccolo said, in disbelief. "Have you forgotten, it's Trunks birth day too!? That Mirai and Trunks are, one and the same, even though there, from different realities!?"
And Bulma looked like she was just slapped, her eyes widened in shock, as she realised he was right.
Mirai and Trunks were one and the same, so they shared the same birthdays.
She had forgotten her own child's birthday!
But she refused to let the reality of what she's done, sink in and said. "Well I'm sure Trunks doesn't mind giving up his birthday today, since Mirai needs to be surrounded by friends and family since he's got nobody left"
Trunk got up from his chair and walked out of the door, ignoring his mother's shouts and other's, questioning what was going on.
Piccolo gave everyone a glare before dashing out of the door, after Trunks.
The boy couldn't not be alone right now.
#Trunks PV#
His heart hurt.
It hurt so much.
Not even the wind could wipe away the tears from his own heart.
He had never contempt suicide before, but right now he was feeling very suicidal, after all, his life was practically taken away from him and who would notice he was gone?
An image of a green alien flashed in his mind.
Piccolo would miss him but it hurt too much.
He could feel that he was being tailed, if he was going to commit suicide, now, he was going to do it fast.
He plunged into the sea and instead of hold his breath, he breathed in just as how he breathing in oxygen, as he plunged in deeper and deeper.
He felt his lungs cry out and his strength going but he ignored it and continued to plunge deeper and breath.
His eye sight was going and his vision was going black, not to mention the killer headache, but he kept on going.
His lung finally gave out.
Trunks Briefs drowned to death.
#A decade in the future.#
The Richy family in America, were in huge celebration.
At long last, the mistress of the family, was pregnant with a baby boy, at last there would be an heir to the estate.
A baby room was prepared and was filled with expensive toys from top to bottom, there was no doubt in anyone's mind that the baby will be spoilt rotten when it was born.
It was a joyous time for the family, watching the baby grow until the mistress of the family, water broke and the baby was just minutes or hours away from entering the world.
The mistress was taken into the private wing to the hospital and her husband was right beside her, through all of it, as she screamed and squeezed his hand until it was completely red.
A baby's scream rocked through the room, it was like music to their ears, the baby's own head was finally released and the baby took its first breath into the new world.
It sounded more like a horrifying scream like going through a traumatic event.
Like being born.
The baby had his father purple hair and his mother crystal blue eyes, instantly they loved him at first sight.
It was their baby boy, they would be crazy not to love the child in their arms.
"Congratulation, Mr and Mrs Richey on your baby boy" One of their private nurses said, as she took the baby and washed it before wrapped it, delicately in a blanket before handing it over to the proud new parents.
"He's such a beautiful child" Another private nurse said.
Both parents looked down at their sleeping son, Mr Richey bent down and kissed his new son forehead with love.
"What should we call, him" Mrs Richey said, she looked loving at her child with love. "He's sleeping face is so cute"
"Let's call him, Luke." Her husband said, "Luke Phineas Richey." Not knowing it was a whole lot better name than being named after underwear.
"Luke.." She said, rolling the name around her tongue. "I like it. Well call him Luke, I can't wait to introduce him to his oldest sister, after all, she was the one most excited about having a little brother to play with" stroking the little hair on her babies hair.
This child was going to spoilt and they all know it.
#A half day later#
Trunks, newly dubbed Luke Phineas Richey, blinked as he stared around the luxurious room he was in, presents were piled high and above him was one of the baby mobile toys, except each and every part of it was made out of high quality material that was beautiful crafted.
And he just had to think.
WHERE THE HELL AM I!?
And scene!
If I do make this into a story, then I'm making it Pan and Trunks story, because I think the idea of them being together despite the huge age difference between them, is sweet, that's why I de-aged Trunks, so now he's only three years older than Pan. Review/Fav and follow!