Disclaimer: I don't own anybody that has to Dragonball Z except for a few new Saiyans I made up. So you can't sue me ok!?



Warning: This fic is somewhat AU so if you don't like that then get out.

Also this fic will contain some lemons and swearing so little people

Should not be here!



Author's Note: this is my first fic so go easy on me ok?

This takes place in the GT timeline with some major changes.

Also M.T (future Trunks) will be one of the main characters

For this fic; he will help with my plot ok?

Now on with the fic!

Mirai Trunks sighed as he sat looking at the slowly passing sunset disappear behind the ocean not noticing a figure approaching him quiet but quickly.

"Trunks?" a woman in her twenties with long blue hair whispered.

Trunks didn't even have to look at the person standing a few feet away from him.

"Yes Bra?" he said lowly

"Trunks I'm worried about you, we all are! You've been out here for days on end

Not doing anything but looking in a daze!" said Bra raising her voice with every word.

Trunks looked at her for a moment with an unreadable expression on his face then turned back and gazed at the blue waters. Bra sighed and walked up to him placing a gentle hand on her future brother's shoulder.

"I'm not going to force you to come home but think about ok? I don't want you hurting yourself".

And with that she left Trunks with his troubled thoughts.

"Home", Trunks thought as he remembered what happened in the future.

~~Flashback~~

Trunks flew as fast as he could towards capsule corp.

He was helping some elderly people with their groceries when he felt his mother's start to drop drastically. He reached his home and through to the front door not even bothering to close the door. Frantically searching for his mother's ki he felt it in her bedroom. Wasting no time he sprinted up the stairs and went towards his mother opening her bedroom door.

"Mother?" the teen whispered going closer to her.

"Trunks, my precious little boy", Mirai Bulma said in a weak voice while holding his hand. "I must tell you something, I'm sick Trunks, really sick, I don't know how much time I have left but I have to tell you something important".

Trunks tried to speak but stopped as he saw the look on her face. "You have to promise me something Trunks, promise me when I'm gone you will go back to the past a live there happily", said Bulma talking deep breaths.

"Mom, don't say that! You're going to be fine!" Trunks was starting to become frantic and was having trouble breathing. "Please, just do this last wish for me, I don't want to see you sad; going back to the past will made us both happy" ,promise me Trunks" Bulma pleaded.

Tears started falling from the teens eyes as he listened to what his mother wanted him to do." I promise", he said with his voice thick with tears.

Bulma smiled at her matured son and grasped his hand a little tighter.

"I love you my baby boy and thank you for coming into my life", and with that her hand went limp and her ki disappeared forever.

Trunks stood unblinking at his mom as he replayed everything that just happened.

"Mother?" Trunks said shaking her hand. "Mom?" he tried shaking her harder trying not to face reality. Trunks ceased his movements and just sat limply on the floor with tears painting his hansom face.

His life flashed before his eyes of the times he shared with his mom until he snapped.

"Nooo MOTHER!"