Epilogue

She lifted him up and gazed into his blue, blue eyes, so like his father's. Of course little Vegeta JR. looked like Vegeta in everything else but the eyes. He had his father's eyes get in his Grandfather's face. He even had his Grandfather's hair, true Saiyain hair. The baby made a strange sound and reached for his mommy. Giggling Goma began to rock the child to sleep.

Behind her Trunks made an annoyed sound, 'Isn't the brat asleep yet?' he demanded. 'I mean I have to go dine with the...' he looked up the scheduler in his watch, 'the Western Chieftenant in five minutes and I can't go without my good bye kiss.' He whined. Goma turned around and blew him a kiss. 'Ha, ha, very funny. I want a proper kiss.' Trunks demanded in a tone far more regal than would have suited the order he was giving.

'O stop being a child.' Goma playfully scolded.

'Why?' demanded Trunks, 'Being a child get him a lot of attention from you.' Trunks said pointing to his son. Goma rolled her eyes and continued to rock her baby. 'Marron called.' Trunks began, 'She and Drasis are touring the Crab nebula or something and apparently their brat has become quite self-dependent and...'

'There child is five years old, Vegeta JR. is only five months.' Goma reminded him as she tucked the now sleeping child into bed.

'And I can't wait till he becomes five.' Trunks told her.

'O stop it.' with that she gave him a deep passionate kiss. 'Now shoo.' She literally pushed him out into the hall.

After he left she went over to their bedroom and sat down on their huge bed. Gazing out of the window towards the city she contemplated the perfect nature of their life. Their happy life where nothing was wanting. Nothing at all, 'What did he do to me?' she asked of the figure that emerged from the shadows and sat down behind her.

The bed cracked as someone else sat down behind her, 'Mind mines.' Said the voice, 'You... are a walking time bomb. Any minute the mind mine can be triggered and the result... Trunks and Vegeta JR dead at your hands.'

'When? How?' she wondered. She didn't understand.

'Daemon was confident.' He explained, 'But ingrained in him was also caution, pessimism. He had to ensure that in the long run Trunks would never be happy. So day, when you were weakened from your frequent dream visits to Trunks he had a very special mind mine put inside of you. The mine would only become active if and only if he died. But even when it came active it would not just go off. It would wait till you and Trunks had at least one child than only then would be become set to go off at anytime and turn you into a butcher.'

'Of course you are here to ensure that doesn't happen.' Goma said indifferently.

'I am sorry.' Said he, 'I wish we could resurrect you. That would destroy the mind mine but...'

'Witches can't be resurrected.' She completed for him, 'Don't be sorry, we all have to do what we have to.' Replied Goma. The figure reached around her neck and twisted it shiftily at an unnatural angle. Her limp lifeless body rolled down on the ground.

Goten sighed. He hated doing this. But he had no choice. Getting up he left the room slowly walking into the Vegeta JR adjoining room. Gently he rubbed a finger down the baby's cheek. The child squirmed a bit but did not wake. Outside Goten could here the noises of Trunks arrival a moment more and a pain laced anguish filled roar filled the palace. In years to come people will insist that the King's roar of anguish could be heard for miles around. The King will never find out who it was that killed his mate and even if he suspected something Goten was one person Trunks would not harm. Goten sighed again. He really hated this but it seems that he again had a secret that he was forced to keep from Trunks. Closing his eyes he let his mind drift of to another event that was happening as they spoke.

In remote part of the Planet Nemek the wished back new Planet Nemek two figures were also getting ready to breath their last breaths. But they didn't mind. They had lived a long life. They had been returned to each other from the other dimension before but it was time for both Vegeta and Bulma to move on forever. But it was okay for they were together. Back in the place were they first saw each other face to face. It was only fitting they ended their life together here. Looking back on their life together they had to admit they could not have wished for anything better. Not even Vegeta who had spent a good part of that life struggling with pride that was torn to tatters from the realisation that no matter how hard he tried he would always be second to someone. But here, now he didn't mind being second best. After all would not his son, would not Kakarott at least in some sub conscious level be ready to give up all their power for a life time spent in the arms of the one they loved. But perhaps for Trunks it was not such a loss. After all if his people, if the universe needed him again he and those around him would have their second coming....

That concludes Second Coming

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Author's note: Okay that was it. That was what one and a half years worth of work amounted to... well.... what can I say. Second coming did twist and transform into something totally different than what I had first wanted. I hope it was something that people liked. I do know there have been many dedicated readers. You know who you are so a big thank you for reading my work. I received a lot of praise for the work and I am afraid my skill and imagination hasn't been quiet adequate enough to do the expectations justice. My work is always a compromise between what I see in my head and what my language skills allow me to put in writing. In that respect Second Coming has been a huge failure for even when the story settled into its current plot I failed to write the plot with the depth and complexity I wanted to. I am afraid I might have made the characters seem depth less and fake and the events described volumes less. But I learned a lot from Second Coming, from the reviews I received for it, the flames I received for it and if nothing else writing Second Coming has helped me develop as a writer.