So, yeah, I skipped over the Black Mist and Garlic Jr and such but hey, that wouldn't be very interesting pertaining to the plot I have in mind. This is my Valentines day gift to you! Review : )
Goten grabbed Trunks' arm and pulled up away from the group, flying a bit away. "We can't be here. We shouldn't have been here in the first place, and I know that's my fault, but this is especially important that we get out of here, now."
Trunks knew being there when Frieza was there wasn't a good idea, but he wasn't as upset as Goten seemed to be.
"Where are you two going? We're going to need your help against Frieza, especially if there's an equally powerful person with him!" Vegeta called from below, obviously still trying to get his bearings on the situation.
"We are leaving. Now." Goten pulled Trunks further away from the group, flying quickly now. Trunks pulled them to a stop.
"Yeah, I realized we're screwed, but why are you freaking out?" Trunks wasn't used to Goten being a step ahead of him.
"Listen," Goten said, grabbing Trunks' shoulders and turning him to face him. His expression reminded him of Gohan, considering that Goten was rarely this serious. "Do you remember what our parents told us about Cell? How he was created to be based off of the strongest fighters on earth, including Freiza and King Cold, who are on earth right now. So, that means Dr. Gero is somehow collecting information right now, and if we show off how strong we are,"
Trunks cut him off, his eyes wide, "Then Cell will be that much stronger. Dammit, you're right. Damn, damn, damn." Trunks put his hands in his lavender hair. This was getting considerably more complicated. He had completely forgotten about it. Maybe Goten knew more about the Cell games because he had such an emotional reaction to his father leaving them for 7 years. Trunks stopped wanting to hear about the Cell games because of all the coos his parents would get over Mirai Trunks and his success.
"Where are we supposed to go?" Trunks asked, realizing they needed to get out of there before the Z fighters made them help using forceful measures. Maybe not the Z fighters, but certainly Vegeta.
"I don't know," Goten said, flying again. Trunks kept up and Goten flew faster. "But we have to keep out power levels down and stay out of this until Mirai Trunks slices up Frieza and gives dad his medicine."
Except, of course, that's not how things worked out. Within seconds, Vegeta had flew over to them and grabbed the two by the back of their shirts. Trunks went to power up and fly away, but then realized he couldn't raise his power level higher than his fathers for fear of showing Dr. Gero how strong he was. Luckily, he hadn't even gotten close to his full power when he made the angry change into Super when his dad wouldn't let him give up the fight.
"Vegeta, you don't understand. We have to let you do this. We can't interfere here. Especially not with this." Trunks felt his stomach drop at the thought of meeting Mirai Trunks face to face. His whole life he had been compared to this person, told how much better he was than him, and he couldn't bear the idea that that might be true.
"You two are much stronger than us, I don't know how but you are and I'm certainly not going to let you sit by and watch us potentially get killed because you don't want to mess up some stupid time line."
Trunks could tell that his father's fear was getting the best of him, but he was still frustrated that he wouldn't listen. Could he blame him though? It wasn't as if he wanted to mess up the time line, but his life was on the line.
And so Vegeta dragged them to the site where Frieza and King Cold had landed, along with the rest of the Z fighters and Bulma, who was clinging to Yamcha at the scene.
The group stayed back, not wanting to be seen by Frieza just yet. Trunks tried to disctract himself from the earths impending doom by calculating the probability of escaping the situation.
"What are we going to do?" asked Goten, keeping away from the group. Everyone looked tense and ready to burst into flight at any given moment.
"Well, if mom tells the story right, Mirai Trunks should get here soon and everyone will fly off to get a closer look. We could try to get away then." But even then, he didn't sound convinced. Hardly after the words had come out of his mouth, Mirai Trunks appeared in the sky. He was close enough for the bulk of the group to feel his power level, but far enough away not to see his face.
"Now there are three huge power levels!" Vegeta exclaimed, looking towards the sky. "This is ridiculous!"
"I don't know, Vegeta," Goku said, "That third one doesn't feel… I don't know, as angry. I think he might be on our side!"
Trunks and Goten began to walk away from the group.
"What? I don't see anything. What are you guys talking about?" Bulma asked.
And, shortly, Frieza and King Cold were killed and the group was hurrying to watch the fight. Trunks and Goten attempted to fly away, but Vegeta grabbed the both of them and dragged them once more.
With Frieza and King Cold out of the way, the group was very weary of this mysterious youth. They began to debate among themselves the plan of action. But, just as Trunks' mom had told him in the stories, Mirai Trunks turned around and waved all of them over. Trunks hated the feelings that were going on inside of him at that moment. He didn't want to even get a glimpse of his other self, and now things were about to get extremely complicated. He turned his back to counterpart and pulled up his hood of his hoody, hiding his hair and obscuring his face. But that wouldn't fool the other for long. In fact, Vegeta wouldn't let him nor Goten go at all, so as they walked towards Mirai Trunks, they heard him gasp and felt him look over in their direction.
