Time Passages
by Thanos6
Hey, nice to see ya! I'm Thanos6 and this is "Time Passages," the second in my 'Royalty' series of DBZ humor fanfics. This story takes place right after the first in the series, "Saiyans on the Road." If you want to really understand this story, it really helps to have read that first. Just like the first one, this story will be told mainly from Vegeta's point of view. Enjoy!
***
Capsule Corporation.
The new King of the Saiyans stirred in his bed as he felt the new Queen rise and get up. Vegeta opened his eyes just in time to see Bulma leave the room.
He knew it would be a few minutes before breakfast would be ready, so he remained in bed, remembering last night. He had returned from a road trip with Kakarot and the newly revived Bardock, Nappa, and Raditz. Once he had gotten home, he had found that Bulma had used the Dragonballs to wish herself into a level 3 Super Saiyan, the same level as he was. She had also wished for Vegeta's father, the previous King, to be revived for just long enough to pass on the title. Then they had had quite the night before falling asleep from sheer exhaustion.
As he lay there, his thoughts continued to drift. Believe it or not, Raditz had actually picked up a semi-girlfriend, a woman named Iroke. She had moved in; her belongings would arrive in a day or so.
"AAAAAAAAAAA!"
And that would be Nappa, finding that his mustache had disappeared overnight. He had no idea, but Vegeta's son Trunks and his best friend Goten had removed it in the night. They had each been paid 100 zeni by Vegeta to do it; hopefully it would put him in his place.
By now breakfast would normally be ready, but Bulma was cooking for a lot more people than usual. There was herself, Vegeta, Trunks, her parents, Raditz, Nappa, and Iroke.
Oh yes...and Yamcha, his girlfriend Maron--who had once dated Kuririn--and Yamcha's shapeshifting cat, Pu'ar. They had also moved in when their house was paved over for a strip mall. Eleven people in all.
He could wait a few more minutes, then.
***
Less than a heartbeat, and yet more than an infinity away...
A purple-haired young man knelt, his head bowed in respect.
"I'm sorry, Mother. But I know you wouldn't want me to stay here, not when there is nothing left for me. I'll see you again someday. I love you."
Wiping a tear away, the young warrior rose to his feet. A few strides brought him to a large yellow machine. He climbed into it. He turned a few knobs and pushed a few buttons on the control panel.
He gave one last wave to nothing and everything, then he and the machine simply vanished.
***
Everyone had gathered around the table for breakfast. Nappa looked very, very pissed off about his mustache, and Trunks had given his father a wink. These days, Raditz and Iroke seemed to only have eyes for one another; Vegeta, however, suspected that each had different reasons from the other.
Yamcha and Maron were also getting along pretty well. The fact that Maron looked more than a bit like Bulma probably had something to do with this, but Vegeta didn't care. As long as Yamcha stayed away from the real Bulma, he could date whomever he wished. Pu'ar just seemed to be happy that Yamcha had a steady relationship again.
Dr. and Mrs. Briefs hardly seemed fazed at all by the new arrivals; but then, after all that had happened to them over the years, Vegeta supposed it would take a lot to faze them.
There was a loud boom from the direction of the front door. Everyone got up and began to walk that way to investigate.
"It had better be something important to interrupt me during breakfast," Vegeta muttered.
As they reached the door, there was a knock on it. Not knowing who it was, Vegeta motioned for the others to stay back a few steps. He opened the door.
There was a long pause while he and the figure waiting at the door simply stared at one another for a long moment. Then--
"It's Trunks!"
"What? What are you talking about?" said his son.
"No, not you, the OTHER Trunks!"
Indeed, the one who had knocked was Mirai Trunks, an older version of Vegeta and Bulma's son who hailed from an alternate, desolate future.
"Hello, Father."
"Don't just stand there, invite him in!" Bulma called back at him.
Trunks blinked. Was that his mother? True, he had been wished to this timeline a couple of years ago by his younger self, but he hadn't done much else than spar with him, and he hadn't even seen any of the others. If his parents were still together, that was one sign that this timeline had turned out much brighter than his own.
Vegeta grunted, and nodded for him to come on in.
Sure enough, there was his mother. Something looked different about her, he'd have to find out what. There was his younger counterpart. There were his grandparents; he recognized them from pictures.
He was less surprised when he met Nappa and Raditz; reviving the dead seemed a small feat compared to his parents staying together.
Bulma was about to start mentioning the previous night, when Vegeta silenced her.
"I was planning to head over to Kakarot's to tell him everything anyway. We might as well go there now so we won't have to keep repeating things." He chuckled. "I can't wait to see the look on his face."
by Thanos6
Hey, nice to see ya! I'm Thanos6 and this is "Time Passages," the second in my 'Royalty' series of DBZ humor fanfics. This story takes place right after the first in the series, "Saiyans on the Road." If you want to really understand this story, it really helps to have read that first. Just like the first one, this story will be told mainly from Vegeta's point of view. Enjoy!
***
Capsule Corporation.
The new King of the Saiyans stirred in his bed as he felt the new Queen rise and get up. Vegeta opened his eyes just in time to see Bulma leave the room.
He knew it would be a few minutes before breakfast would be ready, so he remained in bed, remembering last night. He had returned from a road trip with Kakarot and the newly revived Bardock, Nappa, and Raditz. Once he had gotten home, he had found that Bulma had used the Dragonballs to wish herself into a level 3 Super Saiyan, the same level as he was. She had also wished for Vegeta's father, the previous King, to be revived for just long enough to pass on the title. Then they had had quite the night before falling asleep from sheer exhaustion.
As he lay there, his thoughts continued to drift. Believe it or not, Raditz had actually picked up a semi-girlfriend, a woman named Iroke. She had moved in; her belongings would arrive in a day or so.
"AAAAAAAAAAA!"
And that would be Nappa, finding that his mustache had disappeared overnight. He had no idea, but Vegeta's son Trunks and his best friend Goten had removed it in the night. They had each been paid 100 zeni by Vegeta to do it; hopefully it would put him in his place.
By now breakfast would normally be ready, but Bulma was cooking for a lot more people than usual. There was herself, Vegeta, Trunks, her parents, Raditz, Nappa, and Iroke.
Oh yes...and Yamcha, his girlfriend Maron--who had once dated Kuririn--and Yamcha's shapeshifting cat, Pu'ar. They had also moved in when their house was paved over for a strip mall. Eleven people in all.
He could wait a few more minutes, then.
***
Less than a heartbeat, and yet more than an infinity away...
A purple-haired young man knelt, his head bowed in respect.
"I'm sorry, Mother. But I know you wouldn't want me to stay here, not when there is nothing left for me. I'll see you again someday. I love you."
Wiping a tear away, the young warrior rose to his feet. A few strides brought him to a large yellow machine. He climbed into it. He turned a few knobs and pushed a few buttons on the control panel.
He gave one last wave to nothing and everything, then he and the machine simply vanished.
***
Everyone had gathered around the table for breakfast. Nappa looked very, very pissed off about his mustache, and Trunks had given his father a wink. These days, Raditz and Iroke seemed to only have eyes for one another; Vegeta, however, suspected that each had different reasons from the other.
Yamcha and Maron were also getting along pretty well. The fact that Maron looked more than a bit like Bulma probably had something to do with this, but Vegeta didn't care. As long as Yamcha stayed away from the real Bulma, he could date whomever he wished. Pu'ar just seemed to be happy that Yamcha had a steady relationship again.
Dr. and Mrs. Briefs hardly seemed fazed at all by the new arrivals; but then, after all that had happened to them over the years, Vegeta supposed it would take a lot to faze them.
There was a loud boom from the direction of the front door. Everyone got up and began to walk that way to investigate.
"It had better be something important to interrupt me during breakfast," Vegeta muttered.
As they reached the door, there was a knock on it. Not knowing who it was, Vegeta motioned for the others to stay back a few steps. He opened the door.
There was a long pause while he and the figure waiting at the door simply stared at one another for a long moment. Then--
"It's Trunks!"
"What? What are you talking about?" said his son.
"No, not you, the OTHER Trunks!"
Indeed, the one who had knocked was Mirai Trunks, an older version of Vegeta and Bulma's son who hailed from an alternate, desolate future.
"Hello, Father."
"Don't just stand there, invite him in!" Bulma called back at him.
Trunks blinked. Was that his mother? True, he had been wished to this timeline a couple of years ago by his younger self, but he hadn't done much else than spar with him, and he hadn't even seen any of the others. If his parents were still together, that was one sign that this timeline had turned out much brighter than his own.
Vegeta grunted, and nodded for him to come on in.
Sure enough, there was his mother. Something looked different about her, he'd have to find out what. There was his younger counterpart. There were his grandparents; he recognized them from pictures.
He was less surprised when he met Nappa and Raditz; reviving the dead seemed a small feat compared to his parents staying together.
Bulma was about to start mentioning the previous night, when Vegeta silenced her.
"I was planning to head over to Kakarot's to tell him everything anyway. We might as well go there now so we won't have to keep repeating things." He chuckled. "I can't wait to see the look on his face."