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"I apologize for my intrusion on you all, but I needed to come back," Trunks explained.

"That's quite alright dear, you know you are welcome here anytime," Bulma kissed him on his forehead. They sat down on the Sons' couch, facing everyone. She took his hands in her own.

"Goku, Chi-Chi, Father, Mother - it is a pleasure to be in your presence. I do not know some of you, and I really could only dream about this, in my time," he respectively nodded to his elders. "My mother, from my time, has passed away." Bulma and Chi-Chi both gasped.

"I'm so sorry Trunks," both women said, in unison.

"It has been a few months - she fell ill after helping rebuild some of the hospitals. Before she died, Mother had given me the plans to re-engineer our time machine. With it, I-"

"Sorry we are late - Holy shit - Mirai Trunks," Gohan gasped at his old friend.

"Son Gohan, you have aged respectfully," he nodded. Gohan inclined his head, as he pulled a passed out and still drunken Trunks in tow.

"We were not expecting this today - definitely wasn't expecting your arrival Mirai Trunks, so no one is really, ah, decent." Gohan chuckled. "Goten took Uubu upstairs, to the spare bedroom, mother, I didn't think you would mind." Chi-Chi shook her head. "Should I do the same for this one?" Gohan asked Bulma, as she made her way to her time's son.

"No, he looks like he is coming out of it," she spoke as she examined him. Trunks shook his head.

"Sorry mom," Trunks slurred, eyes still closed. "Hey, where is my fiancée?"

"Right here," Marron answered as she walked into the room with Bra and Pan following close. She rushed to his side. "Hey, honey, did you drink too much?" Trunk nodded his head as she ran her slender fingers through his tousled lavender locks. "Let me help you over to the couch, would you like that? Maybe some water too? He hasn't been this hung over since our engagement party in New York!" Marron timidly laughed and tried to heave the huge saiyan over her shoulder. Gohan took the other side of the man and helped her move him to the couch. The three sat together, Trunks' head resting on Marron's shoulder as Gohan helped prop him up.

"I will be fine if I just stay here," Trunks stated, keeping his eyes closed.

"I truly am sorry for barging in on you all like this," Mirai Trunks apologized once more, meeting Marron's eyes for the first time. She kindly smiled at him and nodded.

"Nonsense, you know you are family. Now, what happened?" Bulma inquired. Mirai Trunks returned to his story.

"I do not have any more family in my time. I started wondering about yours. I decided that I wanted to see how far down the line I helped you guys stay together, stay alive, really. I traveled using Trunks' age. I did not find anything on him after his age of thirty." Trunks' eyes flew open.

"Wait, what? I die at thirty? That's only four years from now! Why?" He looked at his future counterpart, confused.

"There was a war. Not only had you died. Most of our loved ones died as well. New warriors from another planet found out about the last of our saiyan race. Their home planet was destroyed by our elders. Though it is not our fault, they believe they need to rid our universe of all of us. In the future I saw, Goku and Father sacrifice themselves for the Earth once more. It is a tragedy, and I could not live and know without trying to help the time line I have saved. You are the only family I have left." The group remained silent as the news sunk in.

"You will help us fight, then, won't you?" Goku stepped towards Mirai Trunks.

"You all will need to train, Son Goku. These warriors are strong. I will be here until the end," Mirai Trunks nodded towards the group. "In my calculations, with my help, and extensive training, we will hopefully all survive." The group all let their breath out at the same time. "The trick to winning this battle is the element of surprise."

"We will use the Room of Spirit and Time. Well, most of us anyway." Vegeta stated from his corner of the room.

"That's right," Gohan nodded. "You can only enter into that room twice in your lifetime. Each time you enter, it can be for no less than twenty four hours and no more than forty eight hours, Earth time. Vegeta, Mirai Trunks, and Tousan cannot use the hyperbolic time chamber; their time has run out. Trunks, Goten, Uubu, and I all have time left in the room."

"We will use my Gravity Room," Vegeta nodded towards his future son. "It will be interesting to have you here once more. Hopefully you have trained well in your absence." Mirai Trunks looked at his father and smirked. He turned to the group and continued his explanation.

"The warriors will arrive to Earth in approximately two and a half years. We need to draw the battle away from this planet; they are camped out on one of the many moons of Jupiter. I am unaware of Goku's youngest and this Uubu you speak of, but I believe we all can transport, correct?"

"I'm actually faster at that than your present counterpart," Goten grinned as he entered the room. "I am Son Goten, the youngest son of Goku. Sorry about my lateness, I had to find a bucket for that Uubu guy you just spoke of." Goten plopped onto the couch next to his brother. "So, more training? I like it!" He reached his arm around Gohan. "More brotherly love, coming up." Gohan rolled his eyes.

"Goten, maybe you don't realize the severity of Mirai Trunks' claims. We train or we die," he explained to his younger brother. Gohan turned to the rest. "We will leave to train after we are well fed and rested."

"In the mean time, Mirai Trunks, you can stay with me and your father, if you would like," Bulma squeezed his hand. He smiled at his mother. "And we will resume life as it has been. Marron, I see that furrow in your brow, do not worry. The wedding will go on as scheduled."

"Bulma, no. There are more pressing matters at hand," she shook her head at the older blunette. "All of our resources and time should be focused on taking these people down." Kuririn spoke for the first time.

"Honey, it is important for everyone to keep our spirits high. That way, there is hope for us all. Though we will not be of any service to this battle, our hearts will still go with our loved ones out there," he said to his daughter. Tears filled Marron's eyes as she glared at the floor. Chi-Chi jolted up out of her seat.

"Alright, depressing part is over. Boys go out to the back yard, talk strategy, whatever. Bulma, Juu, Videl, meet me in the kitchen promptly. We are going to make a lot of food. Dinner served in an hour and a half." Chi-Chi stomped off into the kitchen, doors swinging behind her.

"That's my Chi-Chi girl, always thinking. Come on Mirai Trunks, I love talking strategy," Goku grinned and opened the back doors for the warriors to exit out of. People slowly exited the room, until Trunks and Marron were left, leaning on each other on the couch.

"I'm feeling better, except the part about me dying before I'm thirty." Trunks kissed his fiancée on the forehead.

"It's not funny."

"Everything will be fine, Marron. I won't let any harm come to you." Marron raised her glare from the floor to Trunks.

"It's not me that I'm worried about, Trunks," she sighed.

"I can take care of myself."

"Plus, there is no way we married, not with this on our shoulders."

"You heard my mother."

"It's our wedding, it's our decision."

"Do you not remember our childhood? Whatever Bulma says, goes." Marron sighed and rested her head on Trunks' shoulder. "Plus, it's almost all planned."

"If you are okay with it…"

"Marron, I want nothing but for you to be happy."

"Alright, but we need to simplify it down. Way down. And you are the one telling your mother about that, not me." Trunks laughed and squeezed her.

"If that what makes you happy."

"You are what makes me happy."

"I love you," he whispered to her as he closed the part between their lips. She returned the motion, but a second later pulled back.

"You know what would really make me happy?" she asked as she scrunched her nose. Trunks raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"If you went and brushed your teeth. You literally taste like tequila!"