To Pay A Visit
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or GT.
Author's Note: This is my very first fan fiction relating to Dragonball Z. Please tell me what you think and review. The characters are probably out of character. This is more of an introductory chapter.
~Somewhere in the Future Timeline; Taking place after Trunks had defeated the Androids in his time:
"Trunks, I have great news for you!" a middle-aged Bulma exclaimed, as she wiped her brow. Bulma seemed to be breathing heavily, and covered in grease markings. Trunks, from the future timeline, gazed up intently as his mother. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what she would say.
"What is it?" Trunks inquired, while she placed a small capsule in his palm.
He was still slightly confused, as he opened it by pressing against its top while tossing it on the ground. He gaped as a sleek time capsule, a shade of amber appeared in the cloud of smoke. "I don't understand."
"Well, I've been working on the time machine for a while now, and it's possible for you to visit the past once again!"
"That's…incredible!" Trunks exclaimed, a ridiculous grin gracing his lips.
"Since I'll be remodeling Capsule Corp. and what not, I just thought you might want to see your family. I suppose the Trunks from the past is about eight years old now. Call it a vacation?"
"Seriously? No evil I need to warn them about, nothing?"
"Not at all. After all these years, wouldn't it be interesting to visit them?" she questioned gently, smiling like he younger self.
"Of course, but you aren't worried?" Trunks asked, still blinking from her sudden outburst.
Bulma burst out gently laughing. "It's fine, Trunks. Have some fun, will you? Please don't worry about me."
"Alright," he answered, a content expression crossing his face, "but when should I be back?"
"I expect you to be back by my birthday," she answered, a hint of humor in her voice.
"That's in many months from now," he said, his lips curving upwards, "but, I wonder how they'll react when I arrive."
"I know my younger self would love to have you live with them."
"Well, alright. I suppose I'll head out tomorrow."
~In the Future timeline; In front of Capsule Corp:
"See you in a while, mom," Trunks said, waving at her.
"Of course," Bulma answered, waving back at him. She watched as the time capsule vanish into thin air.
~In the Present timeline; Outside of West City:
Future Trunks stepped out of the amber, good-as-new, time capsule. He immediately tapped a button on the side of the machine, to convert it to its capsule form.
Scanning the area, he brushed the lavender strands of his hair to the side. His lavender locks reached to his shoulders, so he had tied them back, just like he did when he exited the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. He was dressed in a han purple, cropped jacket with a Capsule Corporation patch on the left sleeve, upon a black top. He wore dense, gray, baggy pants followed by yellow boots. His sword was strapped upon his back.
He headed towards Capsule Corporation, where he would see his family.
~In the Present timeline; In front of Capsule Corp:
Future Trunks arrived at the front step of the dome-shaped building. He hesitantly rang the doorbell, waiting for the door to be opened. An eight-year-old child answered the door, with similar lavender hair and deep-set, azure eyes. "Uh, sorry, but my mom's married, and she doesn't want to go out on dates," the child Trunks answered.
Future Trunks blinked in surprise, and before he could reply, a younger Bulma came to the door.
"T-Trunks, is that you?" Bulma whispered.
"Huh? Of course it's me," the eight-year-old Trunks answered, in a confused tone.
"No, not you," she answered, as she embraced her future son.
"But what're you doing here?" she inquired, smiling that she finally had seen her future son again. (A/N: The last time she did was in the movie, Bojack Unbound, where Future Trunks comes back after he defeats the androids.)
"Visiting, I think," Future Trunks answered, chuckling.
"Please, tell me you're staying for a while? I don't want to see you go just yet," she pleaded.
"Yeah, I'll be staying for a while. It's nice to see you too."
"That's great! Do you have a place to stay? You're welcome here."
"Um, no, I do not, but thank you."
"Then, come on in! We have many things to talk about," Bulma replied, dragging her future son to the living room.
"Can someone tell me what's going on?" inquired eight-year-old Trunks.
~In the Present timeline; In the living room of Capsule Corp:
Future Trunks took a seat on the couch, while Bulma and Trunks were seated beside him.
"I don't understand," Trunks said, frowning, "Who are you?"
"Well, this may sound bizarre, Trunks, but he's actually you, from the future, a world where we never had to live in. In his time, everyone we know and love was gone. They were defeated by the Androids, so Trunks traveled to the past in the time machine to prevent things from happening. Sadly, there were two different realities, so even if he had changed the past, the future would remain. But, when Trunks went back to the future, he defeated the Androids. That's it, correct?" Bulma questioned.
Future Trunks nodded, as Trunks looked at him with an expression of a combination of disbelief and awe. "That's cool! But, aren't you lonely in your time?" Trunks questioned softly.
"Somewhat, but I've gotten used to it," he answered, a small, melancholy smile appearing on his face, as he ruffled the kid's hair.
"Then, I'm your little brother from now on! Wow, this is so cool. I've always wanted a big brother, and I've been a little jealous of Goten since he has Gohan!"
"Goten?" Future Trunks raised an eyebrow.
"He's Gohan's little brother, and he's my best friend!"
"I see," Future Trunks answered, caressing his chin with a finger, "so, I probably missed a lot, huh?"
"I suppose so. Let me think," Bulma murmured, and then she replied, "Everyone is alive and well. Vegeta hasn't changed a bit, and he usually take Trunks out trainin-"
"He actually spends time with him?" he interrupted, startled, "but he didn't even let me train ten feet near him!"
"Oh, I suppose ever since you were defeated by Cell, Vegeta vowed to never let anything happen like that to his children again."
Future Trunks could not help but grin at her comment.
"As I was saying, Trunks and Goten spend a lot of time together, and they're great friends, although Vegeta doesn't really approve of them-"
Bulma was interrupted once more, but this time, by Vegeta who was leaning against the wall, "The two children are both super saiyans as well."
Vegeta gave his infamous smirk, and they wondered when he got here. "Well, it seems you came back."
"Right," Future Trunks said, before turning to Trunks, "that's quite an accomplishment for your age. How did you do it? Usually it's triggered by rage and anger, but how did you…?"
"I don't know. I was just training and it happened one day," Trunks responded, grinning proudly, "Are you a super saiyan too?"
"Yes, and I reached that level when I was about fourteen. It was triggered when I found the dead body of Gohan, and I just lost control."
Bulma sighed, and said, "May I continue? Well, now I just lost my place. Anyways, you know 18? She actually married Krillin, and they had a sweet child named Marron. 18 is our friend, too."
He made a choking sound, and stuttered, "Is that even possible?"
"Well, seeing that it happened. Yes."
"I sure missed out on a lot."
"But now I have someone to play with!" Trunks exclaimed gleefully, taking the hand of his older self and leading him to his bedroom.
"Don't stay up too long, Trunks! Your bedtime is in thirty minutes!" Bulma called out.
~Nighttime; In Trunk's bedroom:
Eight-year-old Trunk's bedroom is what he would call a complete disaster; clothes were sprawled in heaps, thrown about carelessly in the room, so badly that it appeared as if they had been crumpled up for ages. The room could be immediately determined as a child's room. The wallpaper was a light, friendly color. An abundance of toys were scattered on the carpet.
"Sorry, it's such a mess. Mom's always been telling me to clean up."
Future Trunks smiled gently at his younger self. He's such a cute kid.
He walked slowly towards the kid's drawer where a picture frame lay untouched. He gazed curiously at him, seeing that it was a photograph of a young Trunks who was in his mother's arms, and an irritated Vegeta. He chuckled at the image, before turning back to Trunks.
"I think I have all the toys in the world!" the younger Trunks exclaimed, grinning proudly.
"That's pretty cool."
The two's laughter could be heard down the corridors, which brought a smile upon Bulma's lips.
"You're really cool, you know?" Trunks said to his future self.
"You aren't bad yourself."
"Can you tell me things about yourself?" Trunks inquired, as he climbed onto his bed. Future Trunks was seated at the edge of his bed, and was happy to oblige.
"Well…to start off, I first came into this timeline to see Goku. Frieza, who was supposedly a great threat had arrived as well. Goku had not came to Earth yet, so I had to stepped in. I defeated Frieza with one slice of my sword…" Future Trunks explained, then glancing down at the kid.
Trunks was lulled into a gentle slumber by his words.
Future Trunks smiled, then flicked off the light to leave him in peace. "G'night."
~Nighttime; In Future Trunk's bedroom:
Future Trunks was grateful that he could have a room. He lay there on his bed, silently and gazed at the bare ceiling. He squeezed his azure eyes shut, wondering when he would fall asleep. His lavender locks was matted against the bed.
Suddenly, the door opened with a creaking sound.
Future Trunks sat up, with a quizzical expression.
Trunks was at the door, dragging a blanket along with him. "When I woke up, you were gone."
"Sorry kid, I just didn't want to bother you."
"But, I can't sleep now," Trunks murmured. His hands stretched out towards his older self and were immediately answered as he straightened up and then proceeded to accompany him.
"You can sleep here. Good night," Future Trunks said, ruffling his younger self's hair.
Author's Note: Introductory chapter…