Author's Note: For those asking when this takes place, this is going to take place in the World Tournament Saga, which will eventually lead to the Majin Buu Saga. This will include Majin Buu, so don't worry. I have never played Dragon Ball Z: Shin Budokai - Another Road, the video game for PSP, that involves Future Trunks meeting Buu, but after reading the summary for the game, I suppose this fan fiction is similar to that game, just less confusing.

~Nighttime; In Future Trunk's bedroom:

Opening the door, she crept across the silent hallway to the door that faced hers. With a slight smile, she grabbed the dull handle and turned it, pushing slightly the door gave way and opened to a silent, room, the only light being in the form of a faint lamp plugged in over by the window. Silently, she walked over to the bed.

"How sweet," Bulma murmured gently, trying to prevent the ludicrous smile from overpowering her lips. The two sleeping Trunks' could be mistaken for siblings, she had thought. She then left the room with a content sigh.

~Morning; In Future Trunk's bedroom:

Eight-year-old Trunks mumbled softly, flopping on his stomach, allowing the gently sunlight to be cast upon his back. He found it oddly comfortable, and he buried herself deeper in the pillow. He struggled to open his eyes, since he didn't want to, but he had to wake up sooner or later.

Future Trunks was at the edge of the bed, looking down at his younger self. "Hey kid, I know you're awake," he said, a hint of humor in his voice.

"Nngh…fine, you win," Trunks muttered, sitting up.

"Where are you going?" Future Trunks inquired.

"Dad makes me train with him early in the morning, you know, for the upcoming World Martial Arts Tournament. It's exhausting, really," he explained, emitting a drawn-out sigh.

Tournament, huh? A look of interest crossed Future Trunk's face. If he had entered, he could possibly show how much he progressed over the years. "Wait, aren't you a bit young?"

"That's what Mom had said. I know, how about you come and train with me? Then, I'll show you how strong I am!"

"Sure. I don't know how Father would react though…" Future Trunks muttered, but he was interested how his younger self was growing up to be.

"Hey, don't worry about that. I know Dad can be tense, but I'm sure he won't mind," assured his younger counterpart, "so, come on!"

~Morning; Gravity Chamber:

Future Trunks was lead to the front of Capsule Corporation, where a pod-like object was. He followed Trunks by stepping foot in the strange contraption, where he suddenly dropped to his knees. The atmosphere was stifling and oppressive, and he felt as if he could not breathe. He was being pressured to the floor, while he tried to stand up. As he succeeded, his azure orbs broadened at the sight of his younger counterpart having no trouble strolling about. "What…what is this place?"

"This is the Gravity Chamber!" exclaimed Trunks, merrily. "Dad, if it's okay, big brother is here with us?"

Vegeta seemed to be striking thin air with his aggressive blows as he stood his ground.

"Are you certain this isn't too much for you, Mirai?" he questioned smugly.

Future Trunks blinked at what his father had called him. Well, this is like him, I suppose. "No, not at all," he slightly fibbed. He glanced over at a screen, which had said that the room was two hundred times Earth's gravity. The first question that came to mind was that if his father was crazy. He muttered something as he attempted to avoid the floor, since the pressure was overbearing.

"Then, let me see how much you've improved," Vegeta said, almost tauntingly to Future Trunks.

"I beg your pardon?" He supposed eight-year-old Trunks had sparred with his father, but on the other hand, he did not want to hurt him. To think, he had surpassed his father once when he reached the Ascended Saiyan level. He did not want to get off the wrong foot with him again.

"Fight me," Vegeta summarized his words.

"If you say so," he answered, slightly uncertainly. In a fighting stance, he cautiously eyed his father. It was difficult to move, due to the gravity chamber's force.

"Yeah! I bet you're really strong, big brother!" cheered Trunks, watching intently.

"And, don't think of using that sword of yours. A true saiyan doesn't need weapons to aid him."

Future Trunks answered by removing the sheathed sword on his back and dropped it on the floor. "Happy?"

Vegeta immediately charged straight at him, combining punches and kicks in mid-air.

Future Trunks was temporarily caught off guard, but quickly recovered as he started to block and counterattack. The two attacked with punches and kicks, blocking most of each other's moves as though anticipating each one. Future Trunks grunted as he staggered backwards, cursing that it was too difficult to move around in the chamber. Then, he immediately went with the idea that came to mind.

Suddenly, golden energy blossomed around him, enveloping his body. His lavender hair had transformed into golden locks and his azure eyes turned a cold shade of turquoise.

Future Trunks glanced at his hand, closing his palm. A small smile caressed his lips when he learned that he regained his swiftness.

"If you're going to play that way," Vegeta said, smirking as a golden aura emitted from his own body.

With a blur of their movement, their strikes seemed hauntingly familiar. When Vegeta threw a punch, right at his face, Future Trunks blurred out of sight, only to strike him from behind. His father landed on the floor with a deafening thud, only to look up at him after with cold eyes that shone emptiness. He seems…angry.

Vegeta grunted, "Enough." His locks returned to their original, ebon shade. He then walked over to the screen, only to hit a few buttons. Unexpectedly, numerous targets surrounded them in mid-air, only to abruptly attack Future Trunks.

As expected from Vegeta, Future Trunks slashed at the targets with his bare hands, emitting ki blasts.

"You've…improved," his father muttered. He could not determine if he was irritated, or if he content. He longed to know what his father was thinking, and wondered if he was closing himself off of him again.

"I knew it! Big brother is incredibly powerful!" Trunks exclaimed, jumping up and down with content. A look of admiration crossed his face; it seemed impossible to the eight-year-old that they were the same person. Future Trunks was kind towards him, and it made Trunks pleased that he was. His older counterpart had a dark, somber past, yet he still had that affectionate smile on his face; a smile that caused himself to eventually smile. Trunks admired him for that fact.

Future Trunks could not help but have an uncertain smile on his face.

"I want to try now," said Trunks.

"Try…what?" questioned his older self.

"Try to show you how strong I am, of course," responded Trunks enthusiastically.

"Certainly," he answered, with a chuckle, "I guess Father has taught you well, then."

"I guess so." Trunks was used to the force emitted from the Gravity Chamber. He began to gather his strength, and then a soft, golden aura had enveloped his body. His locks had been sharpened, and gained a luminous shade of gold.

"This is…incredible," murmured Future Trunks, fascinated at the amount of power he had displayed at such a young age.

"I know, right?" his younger counterpart said, bouncing around. He beamed proudly, and appreciated the attention he received. Suddenly, his golden locks had reverted back to its lavender color, and a frown was set upon his lips.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh, er…I'm hungry," Trunks managed to murmur, his words followed by a drawn-out growl emitting from his stomach.

The two look-alikes joined to harmonious laughter, as Vegeta grunted in the back. Vegeta had turned off the pressure in the chamber, and opened the door. They obeyed, and they had all departed to breakfast. A saiyan's hunger could certainly not be avoided.

~Morning; Dining Room:

"Well, good morning!" beamed Bulma, a broad grin on her face. Finally, she was able to sit down with her future son in peace, not worrying about any evil lurking around the corner.

"Hi Mom!" replied Trunks in a similar, cheerful tone. Future Trunks merely nodded, as they seated themselves comfortably at the rectangular table.

"What would you like, Trunks? Err, I mean, the Trunks from the fu-"

"I guess you can just call me Mirai, as father does," Future Trunks simply said, "and just coffee would be alright, nothing more."

Bulma emitted a bubbly giggle, and patted Future Trunks. "An adult, are you?" As she waited for the beverage to boil for her future son, and husband, she set down a plate in front of her favorite eight-year-old. "Nothing beats a healthy breakfast."

Eight-year-old Trunks looked at his plate quizzically. It did not contain his usual milk and cereal, but instead; on the left corner of the plate lay two spinach leaves and round, ripe cherry tomatoes. In the centermost, was a slice of toast. Trunks had a blank expression written over his face. "Uh…"

Although, it did not seem appetizing, Trunks had sparked an idea. He took the two, miniature tomatoes and placed them gently on the slice of toast. He then draped the two vegetables with the spinach leaves.

"I call it, 'Mom and Dad in bed,' pretty neat, huh? I don't know why Mom and Dad share a bed though. The bread is the bed, the tomatoes are Mom and Dad, and the leaves are the blankets, get it?"

Bulma merely gaped at her son, a light pink immediately tinting her cheeks. While, Vegeta, on the other hand, had took a sip of his coffee when he heard his son's words. He expelled his steaming coffee out of his mouth, splattering it all over who sat close to him, who was none other than Future Trunks.

Future Trunks remained speechless, and he seemed to be almost twitching.

"Um, are you all okay?" Trunks inquired innocently, shattering the silence.

Author's Note: Always read the Author's Note at the top of each chapter. Please review if you want me to update, since I really appreciate feedback.