Chapter Seven: To the Future
A/N: I am sure that every single one of you detests me for taking so long to update. Life got really, and I mean really, crazy the past few months, and I just couldn't bring myself to update for a while. But things are much, MUCH better and I am so happy to be getting back to my passion which is writing this story. So now here is my newest chapter, it's a little on the short side, but I hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters.
Bulma was wide awake later that night after discovering the truth of why Mirai Trunks was really here, her stomach tied in knots, and she knew it had nothing to do with the baby. She stared at the clock on her dresser, the red digits displaying that it was one o'clock in the morning. She only had ten hours left with Vegeta and both of her sons before they left for the future, and her mind couldn't stop running in a million different directions. She was only three months pregnant and not totally feeble, but she didn't want to be without Vegeta. She knew that when he and both Trunks and Mirai Trunks left she wouldn't be totally alone; she still had her parents and Chi-Chi to help her with whatever she would need. But it was so nice having Vegeta around this time, especially with how supportive he was. If he left, she felt like it would be the same as when she was left alone pregnant with Trunks, though she knew that wasn't true, and that this time around it was a completely different circumstance. But still, her fears kept gnawing at her and nothing could help her shake the feeling.
"Bulma, what's wrong?"
The sound of Vegeta's rough, yet concerned voice made her heart leap into her throat. She turned onto her side and faced him, his eyes questioning as he studied her. He always knew when something was bothering her, even if she didn't articulate it. It was almost as if he had some weird psychic abilities when it came to her. She cleared her throat and shook her head the best she could while laying down. "Nothing's wrong, Vegeta. I'm just having a hard time sleeping."
"Woman, I've known you almost twenty years now; I can sense when something is bothering you. Now, tell me what's keeping you up," he ordered with a scowl, determined to get an answer out of her.
She exhaled deeply, blowing her bangs out of her eyes. She knew he wouldn't stop pestering her about it until she fessed up, though she was grateful for his gruff concern. "I guess. . .I don't know. . .I'm just worried about you leaving tomorrow. We have no idea what this weirdo guy from the future that killed my future self wants so I guess that's what I'm worried about. I just don't want something to happen to you."
Vegeta sighed in return and pulled her up closer to him so that she was pressed up against his chest. He glided a hand through her silky hair as he rested his chin on top of her head, placing a soft kiss upon it. "I assure you that nothing will happen to me, or either of our sons. Or Kakarot and his brats for that matter. I don't know who the fuck this bastard is that wants to fight all the Saiyans, but I will put him in his place. And I will come back as soon as I can. You have my word."
A smile crept onto her face as he squeezed her tighter to him, and she buried her face into his chest, soaking up his warmth. "I really do want you to help Trunks; he's done so much for this timeline, and it's our turn to return the favor. I know you'll stay safe. . .I'll just miss you, that's all."
He chuckled low in his throat and kissed her head again, massaging her back gently. "No more worrying about this, alright?"
"Mhm," she mumbled and closed her eyes, attempting to drift off to sleep.
"I said no more worrying. I didn't say anything about going to sleep," he purred into her ear, his hand sliding up her thigh, his callous fingertips tickling her skin.
Her body temperature felt like it rose 100 degrees, and she involuntarily let out a whimper as his hand began to tug at the strap of her lacy panties. They hadn't had sex as much as they used to since her belly had started to get slightly bigger, and that was mainly based on her own insecurity of her weight gain, not that Vegeta ever seemed to mind. "Vegeta, I don't know if we should. . ." she trailed off as he swiftly positioned himself on top of her, a devilish smirk planted firmly on his handsome face.
"Hush, woman," he growled as he nipped at her jawbone, making her release a low moan, an old familiar sensation of warmth rising up between her thighs.
"Yeah, but. . ."
"If you're going to start that bullshit about how you're 'fat' now or whatever, I don't want to hear it. Obviously I still find you physically appealing or I wouldn't be showing you attention like this, correct?"
"I guess so. . ."
"Well, I know so, so hush now!"
She then giggled and pulled him in for a kiss. He may not say things in the nicest way, but he really did try to give her compliments in his own way. He found her attractive, even when she had a few extra pounds on her and that eased her nerves a great deal. Besides, the extra weight she was carrying was well worth it, and she couldn't wait until their baby finally entered the world. It would for sure be one of the happiest days of her life. She would hold onto that hope through this period she was about to go through without Vegeta, and press on until he returned. Which she mentally assured herself that he would over and over again.
"I love you, Vegeta," she whispered softly against his lips.
He didn't say anything, but she could feel his lips curve up into a smile against hers, and she knew that was his own way of saying he felt the same. She gripped onto him tighter and deepened the kiss, eager to make the most of this night, not knowing how long it would be before they would be reunited after tomorrow.
"Are you all SURE you will be okay to go?" Chi-Chi asked as she gripped onto her husband's muscular arm, her mind clouded with fear of all the different scenarios that could go wrong.
Goku cracked his neck and peered down at his anxious wife with his usual calm smile, resting a hand on her shoulder. "You worry too much, Chi-Chi! All of us going together will be just fine! Right guys?!"
He looked back at his fellow Saiyans, who nodded in response. Vegeta had immediately informed Goku of the news of the new threat from the future timeline early the next morning, as well as to Gohan and Goten. They had all agreed to go to the future and help; Goku and Gohan wanted to pay Mirai Trunks back for all he had done for them against the Androids and Cell, and Goten was just eager to see what this mysterious future timeline would be like.
"Don't get too beat up, alright you guys?" Videl joked playfully with a grin, tossing her glossy hair over her shoulder.
Gohan looked guiltily at his wife and lowered his head. "I'm so sorry I have to leave you while you're six months pregnant. Hopefully we won't be gone too long."
Videl rubbed her large belly and rolled her eyes. "Gohan, you worry more than a woman sometimes. I can take care of myself."
"And besides," Chi-Chi chimed in, patting her daughter-in-law's stomach, "I'm here to take care of her and my future little grandbaby. And of course I will help take care of Bulma, too, who for starters needs to start wearing maternity clothes instead of her usual skimpy attire!"
Bulma, who was standing close to Vegeta and both of her sons, shot a glare at her best friend and held up her middle finger, feeling as though there was nothing wrong with the slightly snug pink dress she had on. It would be a cold day in hell before she ever put on a maternity outfit. Such a thought made her gag; she was way too fashionable and vein for something like that.
Mirai Trunks simply chuckled and turned to his fellow Saiyans, a determined smile on his face. "So are you guys ready to go?"
"Yeah, let's do it!" Goku exclaimed, an eager grin on his face. He wasn't necessarily worried about the threat this new enemy possessed; he felt that all of them teamed up together should be able to take this guy down. Six Super Saiyans against one guy should be unstoppable.
Vegeta then turned to Bulma and looked down at her with a small smirk. "Remember what I said about not worrying, alright?"
Bulma nodded in response and smiled. She knew Vegeta wasn't a fan of public displays of affection, so she resisted the urge to hug him, but to her surprise Vegeta leaned in and rested his forehead against hers, brushing his nose against hers. Her breath suddenly escaped her, shocked at his gesture. Shocked, but pleased nonetheless. He had never really done anything like this in front of the others before.
"I will return to you as soon as I can," he murmured to where only she could she could hear, his voice softer than usual.
She nodded again, her smile deepening and she quickly kissed his cheek, knowing he would probably discipline her for such a thing, but she didn't care in that moment. To her amusement, a faint blush spread across his cheeks, and he spun around on his heels before the others could see. She could only giggle at his response, since he so rarely blushed.
"Let's get this show on the road, no more sentimental crap. It's not like we're all going off to war or something," Trunks snapped, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Right, right," Mirai Trunks said on a yawn, tossing out his capsule that held the time machine. Once it appeared, he glanced over his shoulder at Bulma and smiled. "I promise I'll take care of everyone, Mom."
"I know you will," she beamed with a thumbs up. "I love you."
"I love you, too," he said, trying not to get too emotional, knowing he would never hear those own words from his own mother ever again until he met her in the afterlife.
Bulma then looked over at her own son and smiled, ignoring the dirty look he was giving her. "And I love you, too, my little Trunks. Please take care of yourself."
"Hmph," was his only reply at first, crossing his arms over his chest. He then felt Vegeta's glare directed at him, and he straightened up slightly and cleared his throat. "I'll be careful, Mom. Promise."
Vegeta's glare smoothed out and he walked past him to enter the time machine, where Trunks followed behind along with the Son family.
"It's cramped in here," Goten complained as he was squished between his best friend and Vegeta, who glared down at the mini Goku in repulsion.
"Yeah, I agree with dipshit, this is really uncomfortable," Trunks groaned as he tried to nudge Goten out of his personal space.
"You two relax," Mirai Trunks said calmly over his shoulder. "Because once I press this button—"
….
"We will be in my timeline!" he finished his sentence as in the blink of an eye they vanished and appeared in his timeline a mere few seconds later.
"Woah. . ." Goten and Trunks murmured in unison as they peered out the glass window at the new scenery.
The future was a drastic contrast from the past timeline. It was a lot less noisy and crowded, the only sounds being that of birds chirping. The buildings around were mostly in shambles, and most of the houses around looked abandoned. It was not a pretty site. They all then stepped out of the time machine one by one and looked around, taking in the gloomy atmosphere of the place. Vegeta especially was staggered by how bleak the future looked. He had no idea how his future son was able to be so humble and positive despite all these circumstances; it was truly a feat in itself, and he respected his son even more after personally witnessing the harsh environment he had grown up in.
"So, Trunks, what are we supposed to do now?" Gohan asked as he looked around the city.
"I don't really know," Mirai Trunks shrugged, his bangs falling into his eyes. "He didn't really tell me where to meet him or anything. I just assumed he'd come find me again."
"You assumed? So basically you're saying you wasted our time since you don't even know where this madman is!" Trunks scoffed at his older self, his azure eyes narrowing together.
Mirai Trunks sighed heavily and massaged the back of his neck. "I mean, what the hell was I supposed to do? He just told me to bring all the remaining Saiyans from the past timeline ; he didn't give me a deadline or tell me where to meet him."
As Trunks opened his mouth to respond, a loud swooshing noise sounded from behind them and before they could react, Goten was hit by a ki blast, sending him sailing a good fifty feet and plummeting face-first into the ground.
His fellow Saiyans all gasped and their eyes widened as they looked behind them to see a hooded figure. "That has to be the guy you described, Trunks, I mean he's wearing a hood and everything!" Goku exclaimed as he kneeled down to help his youngest son to his feet.
"Well, he's a bully," Goten seethed as he spit dirt out of his mouth.
"I'm not a 'he'!"
"What?!"
And before their very eyes, the figure removed their hood that revealed a beautiful girl with long blonde hair and bright, piercing green eyes. Her lips formed into an evil smirk as she gazed upon the six Saiyans before her. "I'm so glad you're all here; my master will be most pleased that you complied with his request, Trunks."
Mirai Trunks gave her a puzzled look and tilted his head. "So your 'master' is the one that killed my mother and wanted me to bring everyone here?"
"Precisely," she answered in a low, monotone voice. "And I will take you to see him. . .that is if you guys can defeat me first. . ."
A/N: Yeah, I left it at a cliffhanger. I have been slammed with school work (papers, papers, and more papers) so I will try to update again next (even though we can all agree that at this point I am the worst updater of all time lol). So please let me know what you thought, I'd appreciate it! Thank you to my loyal readers and reviewers; you guys are the best! :D
