Well here I am and things are weather or not things are gonna start getting weird I'm not sure we will just have to wait and see. Now on with the show but first a reply to some of the reviews I got.

I-Love-Trunks1: Well I do hope you enjoy this one. I don't know why but for some reason the incest stories are some of the more….interesting to say the least.

Fan-to-fiction: Give it time to lead up, nothing was ever awesome if it was all spilled out at once, at least, nothing awesome I ever wrote.

And now for a disclaimer!

I don't own DBZ and I never will. But I'm sure that if we all ban together and tried really hard we could put Akira Toriyama out of business. But seeing as how that isn't going to happen, well, the Japanese and FUNdimation can enjoy this short lived victory!

Chapter 2

To say that dinner was awkward would be a severe understatement. Vegeta sitting at the head, Bulma to his right, Trunks to his left, and Mirai Trunks next to Bulma and 7 year old Bulla, who Mirai found out was his sister, sitting next to her brother watching Vegeta and Trunks both shovel food into their mouths. Bulma and Bulla were use to this kind of thing so only stared a little. Mirai, on the other hand, had forgotten just how much saiyans could eat. Though he himself was a saiyan, food was not exactly a luxury he had every night, so he couldn't help but stare.

"Where did you come from," asked Bulla.

"Out of town," said Mirai with a small smile, he had never had any siblings before so was unsure of how to act around her.

"Where out of town?"

"Very far off," he said with his grin growing wider. Trunks was to busy trying to fit his whole face into a bowl so as to shove more food in to listen to the conversation at hand. Vegeta was staring at the two with piqued interest over his own bowl. Bulma was smiling watching the two get acquainted.

"How old are you," asked Mirai Trunks.

"I'm 7," she said happily.

"Oh yea? You go to school?"

"Yes!" Mirai laughed a bit.

"Do you go to school," she asked with a roll in her mouth.

"No," he said sadly, "I don't have a school to go to."

"Oh, that's to bad, my teacher Ms. Anders might take you," she said excitedly, "she loves new students!" Mirai laughed at the little girls enthusiasm.

"Well," he said chuckling, "I think I'm a bit old to be going to school with 7 year olds."

"Oh, well, when I reach your age can we go to school together?"

"No, no, I will be far from young enough to go to school with you. I wish I could though, you seem very bright." She had a big smile on her face and happily nodded.

"I'm the top of my class," she bragged.

"Ah, so you are smart! Yea, I thought so, you look very smart," he said laughing as she nodded with a very Vegeta like smirk on her face.

"Do you have any friends," he asked the child.

"Yea! I have Lisa, Mandy, Sarah, and Donny I guess. He is kind of dumb though," she said. She named off a whole list of people. Mirai wasn't quite sure how to take that many names in at once so quit trying.

"Do you have any friends," she asked shoving the rest of her food in her mouth.

"I have a couple," he said nodding.

"What are their names?"

"Shaggy, Nina, Rita, and June," he said. She looked at him exectadly like she was waiting for more names but non came. She had a sort of frown on her face.

"How come you only got four friends?"

"Well, I don't see to many people as it is," he said sadly.

"Mirai comes from a very small town," explained Bulma.

"Oh," she said, "do you have a girl friend?" Mirai chuckled a bit.

"No, I had one but she….moved away," he said sounding distant.

"Where is your mommy," she asked as if she just noticed the Mirai was alone.
"Well, let's just say she went to visit my lady," he said with a sad face.

"She moved out of town to?"

"Yea," he said nodding. Vegeta grunted at Mirai and gave him an approving nod. It was best not to tell her the whole truth of what happened to them for real.

"Where did they move to?"

"Um…the country," he said making up a quick lie.

"Which country?"

"Honey, I think you have harassed your cousin with enough questions," said Bulma. They told her he was a cousin so as not to confuse her young mind.

"But mommy," she griped.

"That's enough Bulla," said Vegeta quietly. He could tell that Mirai was running out of lies to tell her.

"Okay," she said slumping in her chair. Trunks lifted his head from his bowl to listen to what was going on.

"No really, what country," asked Trunks menacingly. Mirai looked over at him. Trunks sent him daggers with his eyes. Trunks did not like Mirai, not necessarily because they were technically the same person but because their was something about him that didn't sit right with the half breed. Mirai felt the same thing, he really didn't like him because there was something about him that got on Mirai's nerves. It wasn't just that this young man had been the reason for his mother's death. Something so familiar it spooked him in a bad way.

"That's enough," snapped Vegeta.

"I was just curious," said Trunks snidely.

"Ever heard that saying 'curiosity killed the cat'," asked Mirai coldly.

"Stop it now," snapped Vegeta again. Bulma put her head in her hand and Bulla watched intently praying that her daddy would do something before it got to bad.

"Is that a threat," asked Trunks enraged.

"If I threaten you, you'll know," said Mirai keeping his cool.

"Was that a threat?"

"KNOCK IT OFF NOW," yelled Vegeta. Both of his hands were slammed on the table and he was now standing up glaring wholes in the two boys. They did not leave each others eyes but glared viciously at one another.

Mirai was the first to get up and go outside away from Trunks. Trunks then got up to storm off to his room. Vegeta took a deep breath and sat down. He was getting to old for this.

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Mirai grumbled to himself storming across the yard and down the street. There was no way he was going to be in the same house as that loser. As if the unnerving familiarity wasn't enough, the two were so different and yet exactly the same. He figured that it was true what they say about not being able to live with yourself.

He took a deep breath and collected his thoughts. Well, he would have to go back, he had no where else to go. In any case, it would be kind of hard to kill him if they weren't in the same house anyway. Suddenly he was struck with a realization. How was he going to kill Trunks with Vegeta there? He was always on alert and always knew were everyone was. He would undoubtedly noticed if his sons ki went missing mysteriously. He would have to think on this.

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Trunks slammed the door behind him and got on his computer. If there was anywhere he could take out all this aggression it was online. All the losers that go in the chatrooms to talk about how crappy life was to them, it was the perfect place to really let out some of that locked up rage. If there was anything more fun then putting people down on the internet Trunks wasn't sure what it was.

This habit recently started when he and his father started fighting all the time. The arguments usually left him with all of this built up rage that he didn't know what to do with so he decided to go online and pick fights with people and oh did he enjoy it.

He wasn't just there to make enemies though, he made a few friends from around the world, ah the internet was truly a wonder.

This is what was said:

ZeExX has logged in (this one is Trunks)

Rock4u has logged in

Watergnome has logged in

Fishonland has logged in

Rock4u: hey zee howzit goin buddy!

ZeExX: I'm fucking pissed, how r u?

Rock4u: eh, better then you obviously.

ZeExX: ya obviously.

Watergnome: Wats up guys, I'm new here.

Fishonland: welcome then!

Watergnome: thnx!

Rock4u: so did you and ur dad go at it again?

ZeExX: naw it was my cousin, he is here visiting.

Watergnome: that sounds like fun!

ZeExX: gnome you don't know shit!

Watergnome: whatever dick

ZeExX: hey tell ur mom to quit callin me!

Fishonland: lol ur such a jerk sometimes zee

ZeExX: ya I no, I try.

Rock4u: so what happened with ur cuz

ZeExX: dunno just don't like him.

Rock4u: aw, you two have to much in common?

ZeExX: no, we have nothing in common.

Watergnome: well you must. They say that you can't live with yourself maybe even tho u guys are different ur still da same.

ZeExX: stfu! God ur dum as hell!

Watergnome: fuck u I was just sayin!

ZeExX: Well no one was talking to you so shut ur fuking face up

Fishonland: just let it go gnome, he comes in here to let his frustration out on ppl it don't mean nuffin

Watergnome: well he dosnt gotta be a jackass about it

ZeExX: Well you don't gotta be a nosy bitch about about it. And it's spelled DOESN'T!

The chat went on with Trunks telling about his dinner story and the others 'lol' or 'omg' and such. Trunks looked at his clock and saw it was about 2am. He told everyone goodbye and logged off.

He got up to go get something to drink before heading to bed when the kitchen door swung open and Mirai stepped in. He walked passed Trunks without a word. Trunks looked passed him and noticed something odd. He had a very different walk from him. It was more like a catwalk. It was silent, smooth, and almost daring someone to start anything with him.

Mirai stopped at the fridge and pulled out a cheese stick (mmm cheese). Trunks turned his attention to the sink as he pulled out a cup and filled it with water trying to ignore Mirai. Mirai looked on as the moonlight showed on Trunks's face making it appear paler then it really was. He lifted an eyebrow, it was strange how it reflected off his counterparts lilac hair making him look almost angelic. He shook the thought from his head and left for bed.

Trunks felt Mirai's eyes on him and sensed him silently leaving. It was a good thing to because any longer and Trunks would have started to go red in the face. He didn't like being stared at least of all by someone who looked ready to jump him at any given moment. He drank his water then went up to bed. He looked into the guest room and saw Mirai asleep, it was the only time he looked peaceful, off guard, less dangerously. He stalked off to bed prepared for another difficult day tomorrow.

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So there it is. Leave ya comments at the door and arrange another meeting with my secretary Clarice Bulregard please.