A Change in Time

Don't Own DBZ

A/N: I apologize about chapter 7. I know some were propably turned off by it. I knew I was taking a big risk by posting that one, but I did it anyway. :P Anyway, I hope you find this chapter to your liking.

Chapter 8

Mirai sat in the darkness with his head bowed and fingers interlocked as if he was meditating. Trunks was not home yet, and the time was growing later and later every minute. He had arrived back at the compound two hours ago after taking an hour to drop the girls off and actually making Goten fly home. It was too late for him to head back to the theater, for the French film had ended and he had missed Trunks and Angie already.

He channeled for his other self, hoping Trunks had treated his date to an after movie dinner at the café across the street, but strangely Mirai could not sense him anywhere. It was as if Trunks had purposely lowered his ki so that it would be undetectable. Mirai cursed his counterpart and headed home to wait for Trunks…in his room, instead of the guest room that he currently took occupancy in.

It was nearly after midnight when Mirai snapped his eyes open at the sound of footsteps coming from the foyer of the living area. He grew more anxious as the owner of the steps neared him. The faint glow of the hall night light that seeped through the bottom crack of the door was then blocked by two, male's, size 10* feet. The door slowly creaked open and Trunks entered.

Because some nights Bra would invite herself to sleep in his bed when he wasn't home, Trunks didn't care to turn his light on first. After repeatedly finding her there, Trunks developed that habit not to wake her so to peaceful place her in her own bed without any objections.

Trunks shut the door behind him and carelessly began removing his clothes. The presence of another, which was not of his sister's, was made known when the bass of a male's voice lightly startled him.

"It's late…" Mirai coldly informed and creepily raised his head when the lights flashed on. "…so how was your date?"

"Man…" Trunks started as he raised a brow, looking towards Mirai while removing his belt. He then smirked upon noting Mirai's angry expression. It could only mean that he was totally pissed about the accidental date swap. But then again, it served him right for intentionally bringing Angela to the same establishment just to taunt him. "…what are you doing sitting in the dark like that? You could have actually scared me."

"I'll do more than scare you if you don't answer the question." Mirai hissed as he stood up from the bed.

"Oh really?" Trunks chuckled at the threat as he took his pants off, then tossing them across his desk chair and walked to his dresser for pajamas. "Now, tell me, what would that be?"

"How about pounding your face in till we look like the stars of a before and after facelift commercial!" Mirai belligerently explained as he slowly walked over to his other self.

"Look, the last thing I want to do is get into a fight with myself." Trunks backed up a little in response as Mirai came closer. "Wouldn't that seem a bit…uh…I don't know…maybe…schizophrenic."

"Just tell me what I want to know and maybe I won't commit suicide." Mirai warned coming within an arm's reach of Trunks as they stood facing each other.

"Should I just tell you what you want to know…or what really happened?" Trunks sarcastically joked which gravely irritated Mirai.

"What did you do to her?!" Mirai raged as he snatched Trunks up in the air and held him by the collar with one hand. "YOU BASTARD!"

"Of course, you do know that the Vegeta of this time is alive and well, joined in matrimony with the Bulma of this time as they lay cuddling just a few doors down, so technically…who's the bastard?" Trunks teased smiling down at Mirai.

Mirai brutally slammed his other self against a bare wall. "What-did-you-do?" he interrogated as he came within an inch of Trunks' face with every word he uttered.

"Now don't be so hard on yourselfTrunks." Trunks as he to continued to play mind games. "I didn't do anything you wouldn't do, but then again…how well do I know…myself." His wicked grin dropped when Mirai show him an eager fist.

From the stories he heard, this Trunks was much stronger than him, so his best bet was to back down while he still could.

"Relax…" Trunks sighed, exchanging his spurious tone for a serious one. "…I only kissed her goodnight. Not even on the lips. A small peck on the cheek that's all. Nothing to… beat yourself up over."

At those very words, Mirai released Trunks, and he slid back to the floor. Mirai then returned to his seat on Trunks' bed, as he still eyed him suspiciously. But he relaxed the more he analyzed Trunks statement. It seemed that he was only tantalizing Mirai as payback for his earlier actions.

Trunks resumed changing and then joined his other self when he also sat on the bed.

"We just talked over dinner, and I took her home…I froze at the door step…like I was doing something wrong. I never felt that way before, so I sat in the car afterwards for over an hour just thinking…" Trunks eyed Mirai out the corner of his eye. "…if you thought I drove Angie to some rural area and stole her virginity in the back of a car during that time, you were wrong." Trunks truthfully stated as he now gazed at the ceiling. Mirai had to laugh mentally; that's exactly what he was thinking.

Trunks continued with his confession. "Although I have to admit, I never thought I would even want to kiss Angela, much less go all the way."

"Well, that just goes to show you…you don't really know yourself like you thought you did." Mirai huffed looking over to Trunks.

"You mean me as in me or me as in you?" Trunks scrunched his brows in confusion.

"I mean you as in you." Mirai laughed lightly.

"Oh…I guess I didn't…I guess Angela is really…my type after all."

"Really? So what made you come to that conclusion?"

"It's just like you said earlier…'she's smart …considerate and behind those glasses was a really cute girl'. I mean really cute. So in other words, I apologize about earlier. I don't blame you if you hate me now." Trunks placed a hand on Mirai's shoulder.

The room was silent for a matter of seconds and then Mirai calmly responded. "Well, I'm not exactly a narcissist at the moment, but I can live with myself."

"So does this mean you don't mind if I date Angie on a steady basis?" Trunks smiled up to his counterpart.

"Well…yes and no." Mirai frowned back at Trunks.

"Huh?"

"Honestly…the very thought of you near Angie makes my blood boil, but seeing that I have to leave sooner or later, I rather it be me with her than any other loser." Mirai smiled sadly.

Seeing the despondent expression, Trunks attempted to cheer him up. "Who knows…maybe you can look her up in your own timeline."

If she was still alive in his time, he thought to himself that just may be a good idea. But he would always bare feelings for this Angie. "Thanks for the encouragement, but if you hurt her, I won't hesitate to leap through time and space just to kill myself." Mirai threaten as he rose up and looked back at Trunks.

"Don't worry…I won't hurt her." Trunks smiled as he watched Mirai softly tread towards the door.

Mirai took one last look at Trunks as he held the door open. He then suddenly remembered the dreadful experience of being drowned by fangirls his first day at the university, and some of them would just casually push Angie aside as if she didn't exist. "So this means that you will publically announce to those fangirls that you have a girlfriend."

"Well…uh…" Trunks scratched his head nervously. Within a second, he contemplated whether he really wanted to give up his playboy lifestyle just for one girl.

"Well…uh…what?" Mirai angrily questioned him. If Trunks wanted to date Angie he had to drop those annoying flies that constantly buzzed around him.

"I think I better not for Angie's protection…" Trunks came to a rather logical conclusion, thinking about how vicious girls can be. They would have to be 'weaned' so to speak. "I'll let them find out gradually."

"I guess you do have a point…well…see you in the morning." Mirai agreed and stepped out into the hall. "Good night…Trunks."

"Good night…Trunks." Trunks replied as Mirai flipped the light switch out of courtesy and closed the door.

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"Now what did I tell you?" Vegeta turned his head towards his wife as he lie on his back in bed. He sensed the tension between his sons gradually cease as their voices begin to fade. He then finally heard the sound of two doors closing one after the other as Mirai's room was just across from Trunks'."It sounds like they worked whatever issue out."

"Yeah, but I'm still worried." Bulma sighed and turned to face him. "What exactly could those two be possibly fighting about?"

"You have a brain, genius, so use it." Vegeta huffed as he was agitated by his wife. Just when he began to dose off, he was subconsciously alerted when Mirai's power level inflected and hadn't gone to sleep yet; so he was quite irritable.

"Hey! I may be a smart woman but I don't know everything!" She retorted as she sat up abruptly. "Especially when it's dealing with peering into the mind of two teenage boys…" she began to ponder all the things they could be quarreling about.

"Well there you have it…" Vegeta turned his back to her in another attempted to sleep. "…teenage boys…" He yawned. "…that explains a lot doesn't it?" There was a dead silence in the master bedroom of Capsule Corps., and sleep finally begin to overtake the Saiyan Prince as his eyelids began to flutter.

Upon realizing one of the typical things teenage boys would fight about, Bulma shouted out loud breaking his slumber. "You mean…they were fighting over a girl!"

"Congratulations! You get the consolation prize. Now can I get some sleep?" He griped with a hint of sarcasm.

"But why would they fight over a girl?" She continued to question him.

"How should I know, woman!" He flipped over to look up at her. "Why would any two guys fight over a girl?"

"But there not the same as any two guys. They're basically one in the same."

"Although they are the same, they are not the same." He muttered as he closed his eyes once more.

"You're right. However, the more that I think about it, it seems to me that an inner conflict would be perfectly normal." She chirped, coming to a conclusion.

"What are you babbling about now!" His eyes shot back open as he felt her breathing on him.

"Remember, Veggie?" She began stroking his dark mane back.

"Remember what, Bulma?" he asked rolling his eyes towards her.

"You had to deal with a similar battle yourself." She softly kissed his widow peaked forehead and smiled sweetly.

"What are you talking about?" He eyed her suspiciously and thought about just the conflict the boys had a few minutes ago. "…Y…ya...yam…whatever! That scarface weakling ex-boyfriend of yours didn't dare to challenge me!" He growled at her.

"I'm not talking about you fighting Yamacha!" She smacked him in the very spot she kissed and reclined back to her pillow. "I'm talking about you fighting your true feelings for me. In a way, you were fighting yourself…and lost miserably, may I add."

"Whatever." He sighed heavily and stared at the ceiling. "…hmm?"

"Hm…what?"

"Perhaps you were right to use the term miserably…I suppose my life has been miserable since then." He smiled faintly and shut his eyes.

"And what's that supposed to mean! If your life is so miserable, then you can just leave, mister!" She shouted in his ear, causing him to spring from the bed only clothed in boxers.

"That actually sounds like decent advice coming from you!" He shouted back as he looked down at her. "Then, perhaps, I can get some sleep!" He snatched open a nightstand drawer and grabbed a tiny box labeled, escape from mad woman capsule, and grabbed his robe as he headed towards the door. He came to a sudden halt just before he reached to open the door when a pillow smacked the back of his head.

"If you walk out that door, you better not come back!" She threatened as she sat angrily in the center of the bed among the messy sheets.

"Now, now, Bulma…" he began to chuckle evilly still facing the door. "…you know as well as I that you've uttered those very same words plenty times before, but in the end you would still jump all over me whenever I returned."

"So then what's keeping you since you're so confident of yourself?" She asked as she stood up from the bed and seductively swayed over to his back, flaunting her short leopard print nightie.

"It makes me wonder what you would do if I didn't come back this time. Would you ravage the universe to find me? Or would you simply crawl into the deepest darkest corner and plunge into despair?" He arrogantly snorted in reply.

"Well…it is interesting to know just how your sick mind thinks…" She laughed to herself and turned back to the bed, sat down and crossed her legs. "…and for your information, I could have Yamacha back here faster than you can say 'blast off'! As a matter of fact, do you think your side of the bed went cold while you were gone those times?"

Of course, his side didn't stay cold, but that was only because her children would keep her company, not infidelity with the ex.

"You…you didn't…you wouldn't!" He muttered in disbelief as he glanced over his shoulder at her.

"Hmph…how would you know?" She bluffed. "So just try me…the kids are pretty fond of Yamacha anyway…I'm sure they'll be calling him dad in no time, like you never existed. Imagine him…sparring with your heir in your gravity room or bouncing your little princess on his knee…or…" She uncrossed her legs and smirked as she crawled to the center of the bed.

"Or what?" He dared her to continue her threat and about faced to look at her.

"…or lying me down in this very same bed and making passionate love to me while I call out to him over and over again…"She threw her body back against the pillows as she demonstrated her words, exotically positioning her body, forging her face as if she was experiencing intense pleasure, and then craftily fixing her lips to moan,"…Oh Ya—" Her once closed eyes widened with shock when he relocated to her at the speed of lightening and clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Don't you dare speak another word!" He growled angrily, looking down at her. The very thought of his woman being pleasured by another man sickened him, but he wouldn't let her know that. He shoved her over in the bed to reclaim his side; and lying on his back, he turned his head to face her.

She formed a triumphant grin, silently declaring to him that she was still the undisputed winner of every spat they ever had. He saw the look upon her face and sighed as he then faced the ceiling.

"Just so you know…I'm…I'm only staying because…" He stammered as he spilled forth only half truths. "…because I wouldn't dare have that weakling taint my precious gravity room with his stench! And that's all…well maybe the thought of my princess calling another man daddy but that's it! There's nothing else!"

She rolled her eyes at his stubbornness and turned her back to him, tossing the covers over them both. The smoothness of her bottom in the satin nightie lightly brushed his bare skin, triggering him to automatically turn over to face her exposed back. He eyed her lustfully and forced his body against hers to cunningly inform her of his…current state.

And with that, she snapped her eyes back open as a hand now slid from behind her to firmly cuff one of her breasts. And at the same time, lips gently kissed her as they slowly trailed up her back to her neck and stopped to nip at her ear.

"Since you were just insinuating that you wouldn't stay for this…" She started as she reclosed her eyes. He instantly froze his foreplay and peeked over her shoulder to hear her words. "…so then why, now, is your body saying otherwise…" She shooed his hand away from her breast and then reached behind to push him away then sighed. "…now…I'm trying to get some sleep. Good night…sweet prince. Don't drown in those wet dreams."

He growled faintly and dropped his head against a pillow in disappointment.

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"See, I told you they would work whatever out." Mirai assured Bra while he held her in his lap and stroked her soft hair. Their parents' loud voices had just died down.

"But I know mommy and daddy will fight again." Bra pouted. She was often scared out of her sleep by her parents' moonlight madness, so she fled to the nearest comfort source, nice brother.

"Its okay, Bra...this is their strange little way of showing each other how much they love one another." Mirai sighed.

"You sure?"

"Of course. In fact, I bet even father's initiating his special training with mother right about now." Mirai joked as he blushed a bit.

"I hope not because they'll get even louder then." Bra giggled, looking up at him.

"So, are you going to go back to bed with no worries now?" He guided her off his lap out and turned her to look her in the eye.

"No." She poked her bottom lip out.

"Why not?"

"Can I sleep with you?" She asked sweetly as she held her hands together.

"Uh…sure, why not." He reached behind and arranged his pillows to accommodate two and scoot back to lie down. She hopped in after and snuggled close against him.

"Good night, Bra." He kissed her forehead and lie back.

"Good night, nice brother…" She smiled and closed her eyes. "…I love you." She unexpectedly uttered causing Mirai to swiftly face the half sleeping expression of the little princess.

"I love you too, Bra." He could help but to return her voiced affection.

Unlike Angie, Bra definitely could not be found in his time, and he knew if he left her, it would cause her great depression. But similar to Angie, she could also find comfort in the other him…that is…if Trunks realized how special Bra is as he discovered with Angela, before Mirai leaves her brotherless...


*At the end of Kid Buu (funimation version), Vegeta is asked what would his other wish be, and he says something like, "...how about a new pair of boots...size 9 please..." So what does have to do with Trunks' shoe size that I made up? I figure his feet would be bigger than his father's since he's taller. Oh well, no big deal right?

Thanks for reading! If you feel that you still want to continue, keep an out for Chapter 9 early to mid next week. Reviews are appreciated! Thank you to all those that have been reviewing!