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anyone is reviewing this series, "Chibi and Mirai." :-(
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"You want to WHAT?" gasped Mirai.
"You heard me," snarled Chibi Trunks. "I want to fight you."
"Trunks, Mirai is here on a visit. Why would you want to fight him?" Bulma
asked.
"He's such a sissy. I want to beat him!"
"Honey, he's you," his mother reasoned.
"No he's NOT!" Trunks howled.
The small, lavender-haired boy fought back tears. There couldn't possibly be
two of him. This quiet, polite, steely-eyed teenager was nothing like him.
Didn't anyone see that?
"Maybe it would be good for him, Kaasan," Mirai suggested.
Bulma glanced at Vegeta who was studying his little son curiously.
"It might be interesting to watch," the Prince said, shrugging.
A valley was chosen to be the battle arena. Everybody gathered to watch on
the surrounding hills. Vegeta sat at the foot of one hill, close the
battle. If Trunks won, it would prove his skill as a trainer - a great
victory. In fact, as long as Trunks persevered for a while his skill would
be proven. Trunks was only eight, and Mirai was at least twenty. Goku
settled beside him.
"Who do you think is going to win, seriously?" he asked.
"Don't know," Vegeta replied. "But I'm sure Trunks - my Trunks - will put up
a good show either way."
"They're both 'your Trunks,'" Goku reminded him with a smile.
"I didn't raise Mirai," Vegeta said, shaking his head.
Trunks faced his opponent, refusing to let his nervousness show on his face.
He remembered Gohan's words.
"Trunks, remember Mirai has fought in many, many, serious battles. You have
not. I know you helped in the Majin Buu fight, but that's just one battle."
Trunks scowled. What did Gohan know? Even though his plan was to get either
parent's attention no matter the outcome of the battle, he still wanted to
win.
"Ready," called Krillin, "set, go!"
Mirai let his younger version make the first move. Trunks dove at Mirai but
the older Half-Saiyan easily dodged the attack. He grabbed the boy's ankle
and jammed his knee into his midriff, being careful not to strike ribs.
Trunks grimaced, but managed to twist around and bury his fists into
Mirai's abundance of hair. He yanked hard, causing Mirai to let go of his
foot. Now free, Trunks jerked up his knee, catching his opponent's chin.
"What's wrong?" Goku asked his friend.
"Mirai was holding back, but he's angry now. Trunks ripped out some of that
precious hair of his."
"Are you worried?" asked Goku, surprised that Vegeta's voice was tinged with
concern.
"No," he denied. "This will be a good experience for him. He knows that I
won't ever really injure him in training. I can't speak for Mirai."
Mirai's face darkened more than even when he saw the purple strands of hair
clasped in the eight-year-old's hand.
"Little brat," he mumbled. "Is this what I'd be if life were perfect?
Besides his father's short death, this kid's never had a problem in his
life. For him, a catastrophe is breaking a favorite toy. I'll show him
toughness."
Vegeta watched as an angry Mirai shot towards Trunks. It didn't look as
though his son had much of a chance. Even he, the Crown Prince of the
Saiyans, with blood as blue as Bulma's eyes, had suffered. After his planet
had been destroyed, he'd been badly abused by Freeza and his soldiers until
proving his worth. Every night a non-hairless Nappa and a youthful Raditz
treated his wounds to prepare him for another day of beatings. Nappa had
nearly been driven crazy by his inability to protect his charge. Vegeta now
watched his pampered son defend himself. He was actually doing quite well.
"Good boy," he murmured absentmindedly, causing Goku to smile.
Bulma's eyes grew rounder as she watched Mirai savagely twist her son's arm
behind his back. Trunks was struggling not to cry out.
"He's really hurting, Chi-Chi," she lamented.
"I doubt Trunks - the older one - will seriously wound him," #18 said. "He
wouldn't risk losing Vegeta's...dare I say...affection."
"I would never let MY GOTEN suffer like that," declared Chi-Chi.
Bulma gave her an angry glare and stormed down the hill to her husband. She
sat and snuggled up against him.
"How's he doing, Vegeta?"
"He's doing all right. He'll be a lot better though if he gets his arm free
soon."
Bulma looked Vegeta in the eye, worried.
"Is he in much pain?"
Vegeta slipped his arm around her.
"I told you, he'll be fine when he gets his arm free. Mirai's not going to
break it. I thought you were the one with so much trust in Future Boy."
"I am," Bulma insisted, pretending to slap her husband.
Groaning in agony, Trunks was about ready to give up. However, he then
realized that if he were able to kick back high enough, he had an advantage.
A few moments later, Mirai screamed in pain as a foot connected fully and
powerfully with his groin. Trunks yanked free, spun around, and hit his
twin as hard as possible in the chin. He managed to get in several more
effective punches before Mirai could so much as unroll from his doubled-up
position.
Bulma turned away from the fight scene, her head resting on Vegeta's
shoulder.
"Poor Mirai," she sighed.
Goku and Vegeta were grimacing in sympathy.
"I'll step in if Mirai retaliates in the same fashion," Vegeta promised.
Bulma nodded in encouragement.
Gingerly, Mirai collected himself while fighting back a whimper. He needed
to end the fight now. The boy's brattiness was enough, but that embarrassing
kick was the final straw. Mirai's face turned florid, and he attacked.
A shocked Chibi-Trunks soon found himself covered with bruises and scrapes.
Mirai was being careful. He wasn't hurting Trunks badly; the small boy would
just experience some slight discomfort that night and be fine by morning.
"Ready to give up?" he asked.
Trunks, too out of breath to speak, shook his head. He knew he was going to
lose the fight, but if he fought to the end, he'd win both parent's
adoration. Mirai continued, but was getting worried. The boy's sweat had
evaporated, and he was hot to the touch despite the chilly day. To Mirai's
horror, Trunks suddenly began to fall limp after another half hour.
When Trunks woke up, he was flat on his back on cool grass. His father's
gloved hands were supporting his head. Videl was gently mopping his face
with water, Bulma was holding his hand while reassuring the apologetic
Mirai. Trunks opened his eyes and emitted a soft moaning sound.
"Sweetheart, you're up," Bulma exclaimed.
"How do you feel?" asked Chi-Chi. Goten was clinging to her skirts, his face
full of concern for his friend.
"I'm okay," Trunks mumbled.
"That's one tough little guy you've got there," Goku told Vegeta.
"I know," was the reply.
Krillin handed Bulma a water bottle and she helped her son drink a few sips.
Trunks looked up into his father's eyes. To his relief, he saw no signs of
disappointment. In fact, Vegeta looked proud. Goten studied the group of
people hovering around Trunks. The plan had worked. Trunks was once again
the center of everyone's attention. Bulma lifted Trunks, cradling him in her
arms. Vegeta then lifted Bulma and the three headed for home. Gohan leaned
close to Mirai.
"How is...everything?" he whispered, stressing the last word.
Mirai blushed slightly and whispered back, "I'll be sore there for a while."
Gohan smiled sympathetically and patted the older boy's shoulder.
Trunks lay quietly in his father's arms while his mother tended to his minor
scrapes and bruises. Both parents thought he was asleep, but he was still a
bit awake.
"You should have stepped in," Bulma whispered in a scolding tone.
"No I shouldn't have. He did fine. After all, he has Saiyan pride too," was
the reply.
"Well, it's all over now," sighed Bulma. "Let's get this proud little Saiyan
to bed."
Trunks felt Vegeta rise. He was still securely held in his father's arms. He
waited until his parents, one concerned, one proud, had tucked him into bed,
turned off the lights, and gone downstairs before letting a big grin cross
his face.
"Mission Get Attention: accomplished."
anyone is reviewing this series, "Chibi and Mirai." :-(
My webpage fanfics are much more successful. If you want to read those, go
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Well, here's Part Three. Please review!
"You want to WHAT?" gasped Mirai.
"You heard me," snarled Chibi Trunks. "I want to fight you."
"Trunks, Mirai is here on a visit. Why would you want to fight him?" Bulma
asked.
"He's such a sissy. I want to beat him!"
"Honey, he's you," his mother reasoned.
"No he's NOT!" Trunks howled.
The small, lavender-haired boy fought back tears. There couldn't possibly be
two of him. This quiet, polite, steely-eyed teenager was nothing like him.
Didn't anyone see that?
"Maybe it would be good for him, Kaasan," Mirai suggested.
Bulma glanced at Vegeta who was studying his little son curiously.
"It might be interesting to watch," the Prince said, shrugging.
A valley was chosen to be the battle arena. Everybody gathered to watch on
the surrounding hills. Vegeta sat at the foot of one hill, close the
battle. If Trunks won, it would prove his skill as a trainer - a great
victory. In fact, as long as Trunks persevered for a while his skill would
be proven. Trunks was only eight, and Mirai was at least twenty. Goku
settled beside him.
"Who do you think is going to win, seriously?" he asked.
"Don't know," Vegeta replied. "But I'm sure Trunks - my Trunks - will put up
a good show either way."
"They're both 'your Trunks,'" Goku reminded him with a smile.
"I didn't raise Mirai," Vegeta said, shaking his head.
Trunks faced his opponent, refusing to let his nervousness show on his face.
He remembered Gohan's words.
"Trunks, remember Mirai has fought in many, many, serious battles. You have
not. I know you helped in the Majin Buu fight, but that's just one battle."
Trunks scowled. What did Gohan know? Even though his plan was to get either
parent's attention no matter the outcome of the battle, he still wanted to
win.
"Ready," called Krillin, "set, go!"
Mirai let his younger version make the first move. Trunks dove at Mirai but
the older Half-Saiyan easily dodged the attack. He grabbed the boy's ankle
and jammed his knee into his midriff, being careful not to strike ribs.
Trunks grimaced, but managed to twist around and bury his fists into
Mirai's abundance of hair. He yanked hard, causing Mirai to let go of his
foot. Now free, Trunks jerked up his knee, catching his opponent's chin.
"What's wrong?" Goku asked his friend.
"Mirai was holding back, but he's angry now. Trunks ripped out some of that
precious hair of his."
"Are you worried?" asked Goku, surprised that Vegeta's voice was tinged with
concern.
"No," he denied. "This will be a good experience for him. He knows that I
won't ever really injure him in training. I can't speak for Mirai."
Mirai's face darkened more than even when he saw the purple strands of hair
clasped in the eight-year-old's hand.
"Little brat," he mumbled. "Is this what I'd be if life were perfect?
Besides his father's short death, this kid's never had a problem in his
life. For him, a catastrophe is breaking a favorite toy. I'll show him
toughness."
Vegeta watched as an angry Mirai shot towards Trunks. It didn't look as
though his son had much of a chance. Even he, the Crown Prince of the
Saiyans, with blood as blue as Bulma's eyes, had suffered. After his planet
had been destroyed, he'd been badly abused by Freeza and his soldiers until
proving his worth. Every night a non-hairless Nappa and a youthful Raditz
treated his wounds to prepare him for another day of beatings. Nappa had
nearly been driven crazy by his inability to protect his charge. Vegeta now
watched his pampered son defend himself. He was actually doing quite well.
"Good boy," he murmured absentmindedly, causing Goku to smile.
Bulma's eyes grew rounder as she watched Mirai savagely twist her son's arm
behind his back. Trunks was struggling not to cry out.
"He's really hurting, Chi-Chi," she lamented.
"I doubt Trunks - the older one - will seriously wound him," #18 said. "He
wouldn't risk losing Vegeta's...dare I say...affection."
"I would never let MY GOTEN suffer like that," declared Chi-Chi.
Bulma gave her an angry glare and stormed down the hill to her husband. She
sat and snuggled up against him.
"How's he doing, Vegeta?"
"He's doing all right. He'll be a lot better though if he gets his arm free
soon."
Bulma looked Vegeta in the eye, worried.
"Is he in much pain?"
Vegeta slipped his arm around her.
"I told you, he'll be fine when he gets his arm free. Mirai's not going to
break it. I thought you were the one with so much trust in Future Boy."
"I am," Bulma insisted, pretending to slap her husband.
Groaning in agony, Trunks was about ready to give up. However, he then
realized that if he were able to kick back high enough, he had an advantage.
A few moments later, Mirai screamed in pain as a foot connected fully and
powerfully with his groin. Trunks yanked free, spun around, and hit his
twin as hard as possible in the chin. He managed to get in several more
effective punches before Mirai could so much as unroll from his doubled-up
position.
Bulma turned away from the fight scene, her head resting on Vegeta's
shoulder.
"Poor Mirai," she sighed.
Goku and Vegeta were grimacing in sympathy.
"I'll step in if Mirai retaliates in the same fashion," Vegeta promised.
Bulma nodded in encouragement.
Gingerly, Mirai collected himself while fighting back a whimper. He needed
to end the fight now. The boy's brattiness was enough, but that embarrassing
kick was the final straw. Mirai's face turned florid, and he attacked.
A shocked Chibi-Trunks soon found himself covered with bruises and scrapes.
Mirai was being careful. He wasn't hurting Trunks badly; the small boy would
just experience some slight discomfort that night and be fine by morning.
"Ready to give up?" he asked.
Trunks, too out of breath to speak, shook his head. He knew he was going to
lose the fight, but if he fought to the end, he'd win both parent's
adoration. Mirai continued, but was getting worried. The boy's sweat had
evaporated, and he was hot to the touch despite the chilly day. To Mirai's
horror, Trunks suddenly began to fall limp after another half hour.
When Trunks woke up, he was flat on his back on cool grass. His father's
gloved hands were supporting his head. Videl was gently mopping his face
with water, Bulma was holding his hand while reassuring the apologetic
Mirai. Trunks opened his eyes and emitted a soft moaning sound.
"Sweetheart, you're up," Bulma exclaimed.
"How do you feel?" asked Chi-Chi. Goten was clinging to her skirts, his face
full of concern for his friend.
"I'm okay," Trunks mumbled.
"That's one tough little guy you've got there," Goku told Vegeta.
"I know," was the reply.
Krillin handed Bulma a water bottle and she helped her son drink a few sips.
Trunks looked up into his father's eyes. To his relief, he saw no signs of
disappointment. In fact, Vegeta looked proud. Goten studied the group of
people hovering around Trunks. The plan had worked. Trunks was once again
the center of everyone's attention. Bulma lifted Trunks, cradling him in her
arms. Vegeta then lifted Bulma and the three headed for home. Gohan leaned
close to Mirai.
"How is...everything?" he whispered, stressing the last word.
Mirai blushed slightly and whispered back, "I'll be sore there for a while."
Gohan smiled sympathetically and patted the older boy's shoulder.
Trunks lay quietly in his father's arms while his mother tended to his minor
scrapes and bruises. Both parents thought he was asleep, but he was still a
bit awake.
"You should have stepped in," Bulma whispered in a scolding tone.
"No I shouldn't have. He did fine. After all, he has Saiyan pride too," was
the reply.
"Well, it's all over now," sighed Bulma. "Let's get this proud little Saiyan
to bed."
Trunks felt Vegeta rise. He was still securely held in his father's arms. He
waited until his parents, one concerned, one proud, had tucked him into bed,
turned off the lights, and gone downstairs before letting a big grin cross
his face.
"Mission Get Attention: accomplished."