TtT: Triple Trouble Time

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When the bright light faded, no one was there.

"What?!?" Vegeta looked in disbelief. They couldn't have outsmarted him. After all, he IS the Saiyan Prince, he reminded himself.

"Now they have a head start.....but it does not matter. It's only a matter of seconds before I will catch them." Smirking, he closed his eyes and concentrated on their ki. Although it was very faint from trying to lower it as low as possible, Vegeta could pinpoint where they were. Still concentrating on their ki, Vegeta powered up and flew as fast as he could towards the energy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile, Trunks and Goten were congratulating each other on their success.

"Good thing I had the fire crackers from last year huh, Trunks?"

With a smirk big enough to make his father proud, Trunks replied, "Of course, but I was the brains behind 'Operation: Get Away' "

Goten blinked. "Then what am I?"

Trunks smugly said, "You're the laborer."

Confused, Goten asked, "What's lay-boar-ror?"

"The guy who does all the work."

"....but you did some too."

"..so I did. All right then, I did ALL of the work."

"That can't be right...no you didn't."

Surprised at Goten's sudden outburst (or at least what he considers an outburst) against his authority, Trunks angrily spoke, "YES, I did!"

"But a little while ago, you said that I was the lay-boar-ror."

"And?"

Goten was starting to get agitated with his friend. "Well, I DID SOME!"

Getting pumped up by his anger, Trunks argued back, "No! I did ALL!"

His Saiyan's blood was starting to flow through Goten's body. "You ALWAYS say that YOU do it all! Why can't you ever admit that I also do some!?!" His ki was rising higher and higher every second.

"All right! All right! In that case, I do most and you do some. Happy? Now calm down!" Trunks regained some of his sanity before he would do something stupid...like he usually does whenever he got angry. Frantically, Trunks was trying to think of ways to calm his friend down before their cover was blown. Although secretly inside, he hated it whenever people got angry with him.

Goten instantly turned back into his original happy-go-lucky self. "Ok!"

With a sigh of relief, Trunks shouted to his friend, "C'mon! I think I can see my house from here! Let's go, and hope that mom won't kill us."

"Alright! Let's go!"

Both instantly flew towards Trunks' house, or at least the future one's. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Vegeta raised one of his eyebrows, "So they've decided to run to the onna's for some protection. Ha! After she's through with them, we're ALL going into the gravity chamber. But first, I have to figure out where we all are... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That was odd...the three powers split up. They couldn't have heard him coming. He had pushed his power level so low; it almost made him struggle to fly. Once he had gotten close enough to take a good look at the people, Mirai Trunks' eyes nearly popped out of his face. What was his FATHER out of all people doing here? Is this some sort of illusion? Then again, it might be a shape-shifting enemy. Cautiously, he approached the man.

"Are you a friend or foe?" Called out Mirai Trunks.

"What the..." Vegeta was getting annoyed. FIRST the little brats escaped him, and NOW they were trying to insult him? "Obviously foe." Vegeta called out in his most threatening voice before turning his head to look at the person who was calling him. "Did you decide to come back with Kakkarot's spawn to tremble at my power-"

Trunks powered up to a Super Saiyan. As much as he hated killing, he couldn't let this father look-alike flying around while his mother was still mourning him. Gripping his sword, he flew raising it above his head, towards his father.

Vegeta stopped at mid-sentence. That voice, it couldn't be his son's, and it triggered some kind of memory. It was too deep.....and it sounded older...and wiser...and certainly not bratty. Using all of his self-control he had, not to widen his eyes, he swiveled, only to turn face-to-face with Mirai Trunks.

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They quietly stepped down onto the only green patch in the entire city.

"That's funny...last time we were here, the city looked a lot greener..." Goten casually remarked.

Trunks resisted the urge to roll his eyes but instead reviewed over what had happened. "Hmmm...First YOU *ahem* Goten, pushed the red button. THEN we suddenly got transported to this hellhole. AFTER THAT, dad tried to murder us.then we escaped brilliantly using MY plan. I guess...that we were sent to..a.."

His eyes widened in realization. Turning to his friend, he grabbed him by the shoulders and asked urgently, "GOTEN! What did my mom say, you know, the day before yesterday when you were over at my house for dinner, with my dad? QUICK!"

"I think...I think that...Bulma-san mentioned something about...about..." Goten tried to remember as hard as he could.

"What did I mention about?" a voice called over.

"AHHH!!! It's MOM! Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all...quick Goten! RUN!" Trunks grabbed his friend's arm and hid behind a bunch of wood.

Mirai Bulma wandered over. "Huh? I thought I heard my name somewhere around here."

Goten whispered back to Trunks, "Bulma-san mentioned something about the time-"

Trunks quickly interrupted, "Shhh! Tell me later!"

Secretly disappointed quietly beside Trunks, Goten stayed silent.

"I guess it was nothing." Bulma walked back to the house.

Waiting for a while to see if the coast was clear, Trunks popped out of his hiding place. Forgetting to ask his friend what his parents were talking about the other day at dinner, Trunks whispered, "Goten! Let's sneak into my room and get some of my stuff! If we're quiet and fast enough, mom won't notice and we can go and hide out in your grandpa's place!"

"Good idea!" Goten thought for a while. Recollecting his memories, he quizzically stated, "But your mom.....she looks...different somehow."

"What?" Trunks' was too busy planning how to get back into his room to notice the impact Goten's words had.

"She looks...what's that word? When people live longer and they have lines on their faces?"

Trunks nonchalantly answered, "Oh, you mean older?"

"Yeah! That's the word! Bulma-san looks older!"

Trunks thought for a second. "Probably, since she's out to find us and she still hasn't caught us."

"...yeah...that's probably it." Goten was satisfied with Trunks' answer.

"All right! I've got it!" Confident that his plan will never fail, just like he did last time when they ruined his mom's dress, he told Goten what they would each do.

"You go out and distract mom..."

"Awww...why does it always have to be me?" Goten whined.

"Because....because..." Trunks struggled to find an answer. "It's because you're the type that no one will ever suspect you're a trouble-maker."

Goten pouted, "Can't you be the one who distracts her this time?"

Seeing the pitiful look on his friend's face, Trunks obliged. "Oh fine, but JUST this once!"

Goten cheered inside. "Ok Trunks, what should I do?"

The brain of the operation replied, "While I distract mom, you go into my room, as quietly as you can. Remember that box I always keep under my bed?"

The laborer nodded. "You mean the one with lots of money, candy, cookies and comics?"

Trunks agreed, "Yeah, that one. Bring it out and go out through the window. When you're done with the job, flare up your ki...but not too high...just a little so that dad won't notice, and I'll run outside. From then on, we'll just fly over to your grandpa's house."

"Why don't we just go over to my house?"

Sighing, Trunks explained, "Last time we did that, your mom hit us on the head with her evil pan and called my parents."

Goten remarked, "Yeah, it was bad. Mom didn't let me eat dinner that day."

Both half-Saiyans shuddered all at once. Going hungry was one of the worst things in life. That's why Trunks packed capsules full of snacks in his survival box.

"Alright! Let's get...um...Operation....um...Operation: Get-suvival-box-out- of-my-room-and-escape-to-your-grandpa's-house ready!"

When they were making sure that the coast was clear, Trunks motioned for Goten to fly over to his room. When that was accomplished, Trunks opened the door, swaggered inside and yelled, "HEYA MOM! I'm HOME!"

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Vegeta instantly lifted up two fingers to catch the sword. As hard as Trunks could, he couldn't slice through this thing's hand.

"WHAT the hell are YOU DOING?!?" Vegeta was confused and he wanted an explaination.

Narrowing his eyes, Mirai Trunks explained, "You said that you were a foe."

"I didn't mean YOU, I meant SOMEONE else!" Shouted Vegeta.

Still wanting to make sure that this man was really his father, he called out, "Prove to me that you're Vegeta!"

Crossing his arms, Vegeta scowled, saying, "WHAT?!? You want ME, the Prince of Saiyans, to PROVE who I am? What makes you think that you can question MY authority? Do you know who you're DEALING with?!? I suggest that you fly as fast as you can before I blast you into the afterlife!"

Just with that arrogant long introduction that Vegeta gave convinced Trunks that the man was really his father. Using all of his self-control to contain his excitement and happiness, he dumbly asked, "Is it..really you? Father?"

Slightly annoyed at his future son's attempt to murder him, he asked, "And who are YOU? You MAY look like my future son from years ago, but in this wasteland, you can be somebody else."

Grinning, the boy explained, "Yeah, I'm Trunks. Well, in YOUR timeline, I guess I would be Mirai Trunks."

Without any hesitation, he asked, "Hey, dad? Do you want to come over to my house and stay until we find a way to get you back home?" Secretly inside, Mirai wanted his father to stay but he knew that it wouldn't be fair to his other mother.

Vegeta cautiously agreed, following his son to his "other" self's house. Along the way, Vegeta tried to remember what the machine was. Then suddenly it hit him! The conversation that he and his mate had last night at dinner!

~Flashback~

"Veggie-chan! Guess what?"

Deeply annoyed at the degrading nick-name, Vegeta scowled. "Let me guess.chicken butt."

"Hahaha! You're so funny, Veggie-chan!" Bulma grinned.

Vegeta thought, "Uh-oh.I hope this doesn't turn out to be one of those attitudes she has whenever she wants something." Out loud he spoke, "Just tell me, onna, what has made you high today? Did you go out and smoke crack?"

Bulma laughed, "I'm not going to let YOU spoil my mood today, Veggie-chan! I've almost completed one of my projects!"

Vegeta's interest sparked up. Maybe it was a useful device. He smirked, "And WHAT is this new project of yours?"

She giggled like a school girl, "MAYBE if you try and persuade me to tell you, I just might."

Smirking like crazy, Vegeta whispered something in her ear. Trunks tried to close his ears as best as he could. "I'm Goten.I can't understand anything...I'm Goten." Trunks repeated to himself over and over again.

Obviously being naive, Goten didn't understand what was going on. "Hey, Trunks, What's going on?" he whispered.

"Trust me Goten, you DON'T want to know."

"Oh.ok!"

Blushing, Bulma whispered back to her husband. Trunks quickly covered his ears again, but before he did, he heard two words. "Time machine."

~End Flash back~

"So this idiotic machine sent us here..." Vegeta thought to himself.

All thoughts were interrupted as his future son tried to start a conversation, "So, what are you doing here father?"

Vegeta glanced at his son. Even though his offspring looked serious, his eyes glowed with anticipation. He was about to utter something sarcastic but he changed his mind.

"That pathetic excuse of a half-Saiyan pressed one of your other mother's machine and transported us here."

Being on the defensive side, Mirai Trunks asked, "You don't mean Gohan, do you?"

"Bah. No, that geek is being forced by the Kakkarot's mate to study in school." Vegeta retorted, annoyed that Mirai Trunks was getting defensive. He quickly added, "But I'm pretty sure that the Gohan in THIS era was better."

Trunks sighed. "Yeah, he might have been..but I'd rather have my trainer back, even if it means he's a geek. No offense, but he was like a father to me when you..I mean the other you was dead."

Vegeta was startled to hear remorse in his son's voice, no matter how hidden it was. Narrowing his eyebrows, he snapped his son's attention away from his dead teacher. "No, it was Kakkarot's new son, Goten."

"Goku has a NEW son?" Trunks exclaimed.

"Yes, I think I had already said that."

"Wow! I want to see him!"

Vegeta said, "Better not, he looks so much like Kakkarot, it's sickening. Besides, there was also someone else with us."

This succeeded in getting Trunks' attention. "Yeah? Who?"

His father replied, "The other you."

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All right~! I think I'll stop here.*whew* all of this typing is getting my fingers tired. Hahaha. Anyways.I hope that all of you enjoyed this chapter! Please review! MUCH MUCH appreciated!!!