ATHWHch2 Journey To The Past
Chapter Two: "Starting Now I'm Learning Fast"
By J-chan

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters. They are owned by some animation corporation that I can't spell and don't feel like looking up the name of right now. I didn't create them either, Akira Toriyama did. I do own this story however. I wrote it. Don't use it without my permission please.

*Sigh* I don't get why disclaimers are so important. No one ever actually CLAIMS to own these characters do they? *hmph*

Notes: I'm not totally sure of what happened in the Cell saga or exactly when Mirai Trunks killed the jinzounigen, I did my best to keep the time line intact. Also, some characters my be a bit out of character, but I did try to keep them acting normal. Enjoy!



Somewhere down this road,
I know someones waiting,
Years of dreams just can't be wrong.

Arms will open wide,
I'll be safe and wanted,
finally home where I belong.

Yes, starting now I'm learning fast,
On this journey, to the past.

Captains log of the Hope; 21 days after landing: It has been a few weeks since "the incident" and it seems Trunks is adjusting well to living in the past. He has become fast friends with Pan, and he absolutly adores Gohan. He knows that this Gohan will never take the place of the one he had in our time, but he seems to try and forget about what happened to his teacher. Marron tries to make friends with him but he either ignores her or is rude. He knows she is the daughter of the reedeemed Juuhachi-gou, but he can't seem to let go of his now instinctual hate for the blonde cyborg. It doesn't help that Marron looks just like her mother. That year in the Room of Spirit and Time with his father definetly had a big affect on him. He wasn't raised this way! The past Trunks is kind of a strange case, they both seem to want to avoid each other as much as possible. As of now I have no idea why, but I will find out.

Mirai Trunks sat on the roof of Orange Star High as he waited for the bell to signal the end of the day.

He'd never went to school.

He'd never had to.

The bell rang, startling Mirai Trunks out of his thoughts, the sound sent him off the edge of the roof and toward the ground. Turning his fall into a jump, Mirai Trunks landed gracfully on his feet, and turned when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Pan lifted an eyebrow at his unusual entrance and hefted her dropped bookbag onto her shoulder, "You shouldn't do that Tru-chan. Someone could see you."

Mirai Trunks looked around at the empty school yard, "Like who? You're so fast you always get out here before everyone else."

"That's not the point!"

"Then what is?"

Pan blinked and opened her mouth to make a sharp retort. Then let it shut like a slammed door. She never knew what to say around him. Picking up speed she jumped into the aircar that Bulma made her alternate son pick Pan and Bra up in after school. She thought it helped get his mind off of his real mother.

Not that either girl or a cirtain guy minded.

Seeing he'd won another round, Mirai Trunks jumped into the driver seat without bothering to open the door. "So where's Bra?" Mirai Trunks had made it a habit, instead of a chore, to pick up both girls and take them wherever they wanted to go after school. He didn't need to go to two different places either, since Orange Star High was right next to the college.

Pan shrugged and flung her backpack in the back seat, "Bra's probably getting her books and stuff out of her locker or something."

Soft footsteps and a not so soft voice were heard a few seconds later. "That's because I don't see the point of breaking my back carrying all of my stuff around in that!" Bra pointed at Pan's tattered old backpack and shook her head. "Honestly Pan, you've used that one since you went with niichan to find the black stars, isn't it about time to get a new one?"

Stubbornly shaking her head, Pan hugged the denim pack to her chest, "Nope! This one works just fine. 'Sides, it brings back memories."

Bra rolled her eyes, "Of what? When you put the space ships key down your shirt so Trunks couldn't get at it?" her face took on a devilish look that made her look like her mother with Vegeta's personality. "I think you had a crush on him."

Mirai Trunks watched the fight like it was a tennis match, niether girl seemed to be backing down. Both were as stubborn as could be. However Mirai Trunks was still processing something said several sentances back. Funny. Well mother DID always tell me I was goodlooking. At least Pan-chan's nice and cute. I'd hate to have a psyhco like me if I were.... well my other self.

After a moment more of watching Pan and Bra argue, Mirai Trunks got a surprise.

ACK! This is your best friends DAUGHTER we are talking about here!

Mirai Trunks' eyes widened considerably and his jaw dropped just a little. What the?!

Back at Capsule Corp a second pair of eyes and mouth opened in exactly the same fashion. What the?!

Trunks sighed as he stared at the computer on his desk. Technology. Who needs it? Leaning back in his chair he closed his eyes and thought about what he could be doing if he weren't sitting at a desk.

Funny. Well mother DID always tell me I was good looking. At least Pan-chan's nice and cute. I'd hate to have a psyhco liking me if I were him.

Where did that come from?! This is insane! Your best friends neice? Wait a minute. It took Trunks a moment to realize what must have happened. That thought must have come from Mirai Trunks! Picturing his younger, alternate self in his mind, Trunks tried to send a thought.

One that would get his otherself to think straight.

ACK! This is your best friends DAUGHTER we are talking about here!

Almost immediatly he received a telepathic answer. What the?!

What the?! Trunks was shocked. He'd just been bored, he hadn't actually expected it to work!

I geuss since we're technicly the same person we can hear each others thoughts if we concentrate enough. The alternate Trunks had promptly forgotten to put the brakes on and had run a red light, almost causing a three way crash in the process.

No kidding. Trunks was having to actually concentrate on sending his thoughts, but his other self seemed to be doing it without trouble.

Listen, I'm driving here, lets just figure this out later. I have other things to pay attention to.
Mirai Trunks glanced at the girl next to him and then fixed his gaze on the road.

HEY! I saw that! You stay away from Pan-chan! You're too old for her! Trunks shot out of his chair and started opening the window to his office.

Trunks recieved a chuckle from his copunterpart, You, my friend, are the one thats too old for her. But that's beside the point. You are WAY over doing the protective big brother bit. Mirai Trunks mentaly laughed, Don't worry. She can take care of herself remember? You are the one who spars with her, isn't that where that nasty bruise on your shoulder came from?

Trunks was about to reply when his alternate self severed the connection. Damnit! At least now I know why I've been getting headaches when I'm around him! All his memories are bad ones!

I hope Pan-chan is taking good care of Mirai Trunks. Thought Videl as she glanced at Gohan - for what seemed the thousandth time in ten minutes - who was watching th clock. Someone who didn't know him would have thought him having an unhealthy obsession with the way the hands moved or perhaps the numbers on the round face; but Videl knew better.

Gohan went back to reading his newpaper when he realized he was being watched only to lay it down the second he felt Videls eyes leave his tall and broadshouldered frame. "-better not do anything stupid." he muttered while pushing his glasses back into place. Darn things; why couldn't somebody invent a pair that didn't pinch your nose or keep sliding off?

His wife obviously had better hearing than he had first thought. "Don't worry Gohan. You should know Mirai Trunks won't try anything with Pan." she crossed the room and playfully socked him on the shoulder, "He knows he'd have to deal with you first!" When Gohan frowned and again pushed his glasses up Videl clicked her tongue. "Really dear, Pan can take care of herself."

Sighing and finally taking his glasses off - which he didn't really need anyway, Gohan looked as if he were going to launch into a speech about how he could worry about his little girl if he wanted to. Just before Videl could cut him off again he grinned, "What makes you think I was worried about Pan? She is your daughter after all."

Eyes widening and then narrowing to slits Videl picked up the closest thing - which luckily for Gohan happened to be a pillow - and threw it at her husbands head. "Oh shut up."

"So where to?" Mirai Trunks cringed in his seat, hoping that he wouldn't have to drive them to half the stores in town. Bra had a hobby of shopping and could usually get Pan to go with her. Although Bra did have self control when it came to limiting her time in the mall, once in the shopping mood, there was no stopping Pan. She could shop for hours and still somehow find the energy to train.

"Capsule Corp. I geuss, Trunks and I are supossed to spar." Pan snapped her head around, hair flying as he revved the engine, "You can watch if you want to."

Mirai Trunks nodded in reply and smiled a little half smile at his alternate sister and Pan. Trying to concentrate on not running into another car he pulled out of the parking lot.

Bra fastened her seatbelt and tried hard to ignore Pan's pleading eyes. Looking at Bra through the rearveiw mirror Pan tried to look as innocent as possible, being best friends, they somehow knew what the other was going to say without them having to say it.

"No."

"Come on Bra! You're strong, you just need to learn how to use your powers! It's fun! You'd like it!" she put on her largest pair of puppy dog eyes and tried to look as pathetic as possible. "Please?"

"No. Besides, I already know how to control them."

Pan rolled her eyes, "You know how to keep your powers in check but you don't really know how to fight." she clasped her hands and whined, "Please?"

"No!"

"Pleasey, pleasey, pleasey?!"

"Oh alright! But I'm not gonna stay for very long. I have homework to do." Bra would do nearly anything to get out of fighting. (even homework) She had no wish to fight, even though as a demi-saiyan she was perfectly capable of doing so.

Resting her head on her fist, Pan could barely contain her excitment. She had just gotten her way twice in a row, with two of the most stubborn people she knew. He said he'd watch! Maybe if he thinks I'm good enough he'll teach me to use a sword! Sneaking a glance at him out of the corner of her eye she grinned, Not to mention he's cute. By now she had practicly forgotten Bra existed.

Marron sighed as she watched Trunks and Pan circle each other, each looking to land a blow that would let them get the upperhand. Mirai Trunks was watching them from the opposite end of the yard, although he obviously saw more in the fight than Marron ever would. It's not fair. Her gaze traveled to the ground at her feet. I wish Mirai-san wouldn't hate me so much. I understand why he acts as he does though, if I'd spent my life fighting someone who killed my parents I'd probably hate their kids too. She fingered her blonde hair, especially if they looked just like them.

Snapping her head up at a loud "oof" Marron's eyes were just sharp enough to see Trunks standing over Pan with a booted foot pressing on her lower back. Pan, although down, was definetly not out. Twisting with a supernatural flexibility, she grabbed his ankle and flung him straight into the side of Capsule Corp.

Managing to get his feet beneath him before impact, Trunks pushed off the wall and sailed right back towards Pan. Stepping to the side, Pan avoided a punch aimed at her jaw. Landing a few meters away, Trunks took a fighters stance and faced off with Pan for the second time.

"I don't get what's so interesting about all this." muttered Marron as she tried hard to follow every move with her human sight. She wasn't too interested in the fight, she just wished she could see what was happening without straining her eyes so much. "C'mon. You can do it." she held her breath as they locked in what would have been a deadly fistfight for a human. To the two saiyans, it was merely play.

Spinning to get some momentum for a high kick, Pan turned her back to Trunks for a millisecond. A millisecond was all he needed to move in, slip his arms under hers and lock them behind her neck. Knowing that this was one move Pan always had trouble getting out of, he smirked. He was going to win, and they both knew it.

Straining her muscles, Pan tried to power out of the hold. Unable to do it at her current power level, she grunted and began powering up as high and fast as she possibly could. Not fast enough though. Having anticipated her move, Trunks was just a little bit ahead of her, reaching super saiyan a few seconds before Pan, having had the upper hand for the last few moments Trunks was able to keep her in the full nelson. Straining her arms again Pan tried to get out, not able to do it she scowled and glared at Trunks out of the corner of her eye, "Kuso."

Knowing that this was all he would get out of Pan for a submission, Trunks powered down and let go of her. Wiping some sweat off his brow he gave her a cocky grin, "I win."

Snorting at his statement to the obvious, Pan stalked towards the kitchen, avoiding a few good sized rocks still falling to the ground as she did so. "Ornore!" she growled, quite audibly because she hadn't bothered to get out of earshot before doing so.

Trunks looked about to follow her when his future self grabbed his arm and whispered something in his ear. Grudgingly nodding yes, Trunks followed his other self to the far end of the yard.

Torn between going and finding out what the Trunks' were talking about and stopping Pan from destroying most of the house, Marron desided on Pan. Partly because she could feel her friends ki going up a little to high for her liking.

Entering the kitchen Marron winced. Pan was on a rampge. "-liked that stupid MAN! He thinks he knows EVERYTHING!" Pan ranted to herslef as she grabbed a glass out of the cupboard, filled it with water, and downed it in one gulp.

"Who're you talking about?" Marron sat down at the table with a grin on her face, acting as if she didn't already know what and who had Pan so ticked off.

Giving Marron one of her best glares, Pan hissed through her teeth, "Trunks! He just has to rub it in that he's still stronger than I am!" to puntuate her frustration her eyes flashed aquamarine.

Marron's eyes widened and she waved a hand in front of her face, "Whoa girl. Someones starting to take on a few of Vegeta's less appealing qualities! One of which is training til he drops and another being his constant growling about "Kakarrot" always having been stronger than him." instantly realizing her blunder she clapped a hand over her mouth, "Gomen nasai Pan-chan! I didn't mean-"

Pan cut off Marron's appoligy and looked at the ground, "Its ok Marron. It doesn't bother me quite as much as it used to. If he's dead, he's dead, and if he's still alive he'll come back when he's ready."

Even through Pan's nonchalant tone, Marron knew her friend better than that, glancing at Pan's eyes she saw them darken with something like resentment and sadness. Pan's never believed her grampa to be dead. Marron's eyes narrowed, she hated it when Pan got like this, moody and quiet. She fools herself by thinking he'll come back. When someones gone, they're gone.

Agh! I've gotta get out of here and let off some steam! Remembering Bra's earlier promise, Pan whirled and punched the intercom behind her, "Bra! You get down here right now! Time to spar!"

The slightly fuzzy answer made Marron giggle and hide a smile, "No way! I saw the whole thing from my window! If I go into the gravity room with you I'll just get used as a punching bag!" with that the connection was severed. Bra's saiyan heritage had given her power, but of course to get stronger she would have to train, at the moment she was nowhere near Pan's power or skill. Pan had been training nearly her whole life, and Bra had learned one thing in all her years of friendship with Pan, never get in the gravity room with her when she's mad.

"Why you!" snarled Pan, pounding on the intercom button. Knowing she couldn't break Bulma's saiyan proof steel, Pan had kept hitting it just out of spite, hissing when she hit it to hard and hurt herself.

Marron shook her head and gazed out the window. Trunks and his future counterpart hadn't come inside yet. I wonder what the holdup is.

"So howcome I end up sensing your emotions and thoughts all the time and you can only sense mine some of the time?" Trunks crossed his amrs and frowned, he didn't like what was going on with his future self and the connection they shared.

Mirai Trunks shrugged, "Maybe its cuz I'm stronger than you. Since we're essentially the same person my power and thoughts override yours." hje wasn't being vain, really. He was just being sensible.

Trunks growled when his alternate self proclaimed himself the superior fighter, but of course he knew it was true so he didn't say anything on the subject. "So how do we stop it? I don't appreciate all the headaches you give me."

Laughing at his unfortionate other self, Mirai Trunks started off towards the house, an idea already forming in his mind.

Catching a snitch of Mirai Trunks' train of thought Trunks slapped a hand to his forehead, Brilliant! He couldn't believe he hadn't seen it earlier. Hey! I thought you were the warrior! I'm supossed to be the smart one!

Mirai Trunks chuckled and opened the door leading inside to the kitchen. Okay then, you be smart. I'll be genious. Besides, it's not exactly that hard to figure out.

Trunks' jaw dropped, Hey! That was uncalled for! Do you really think I'm that stupid?

Turning, Mirai Trunks shook a finger, "Uh uh. Never, leave yourself open like that Trunks."

Captian's log of the Hope; 51 days after landing: Well its been a month or so since my last entry, at last I know the reason for both Trunks' avoidence of each other, the closer they are the more their thoughts converge. After studying their predicament for a while they discovered that the lower both of their Ki's are the less they intrude one anothers thoughts. Knowing this, the present Bulma has created two pairs of bands for them to wear. The bands completly mask their ki's and its as if they are both androids like Juuhachi-gou and Juunana-gou. No ki means that neithers energy will override the others and that their thoughts are their own again. I sure could use one of those now, I know how it feels to have thoughts that are not your own running through your head at all hours of the day, especialy when you have no ki to raise to disrupt the connection with...

Marron sat with Pan, listened to her talk, ate the sandwitchs' Bulma had left them, but paid absolutly no attention to what Pan was saying. She sighed for the tenth time in ten minutes.

Finally Pan looked up from her decimated bowl of chips and a few scattered bread crumbs, "You aren't even listening to me are you?"

Shaking her head absentmindedly, Marron continued to stare over Pan's shoulder with a spacey look in her eyes. "Why?" she muttered, eyes growing dark.

Turning, Pan saw what, or rather who, Marron was so intruiged with. Wrinkling her brow she turned back to Marron, "Why what?"

Tearing her gaze away from Mirai Trunks, Marron pounded her fist on the wooden table top, "Why won't he just give me a chance? I swear if he wasn't so strong and wouldn't kill me in an instant I'd kick him!"

Concern and irritated anger filling her dark blue eyes Pan ganced at Mirai Trunks who was still serenly sharpening his sword, Like he even needs to use it! "That's it. I've had it!" Pan hissed, quietly taking her friends hand and giving it a gentle tug as she stood. Following without much resistance, Marron's eyes stayed focused on the ground until a pair of booted feet came into veiw.

Darting a glance into her friends eyes she saw that the concern that had filled them was no longer the dominant feeling, now it was simply anger. Maybe a little hurt and resentment too. "Tru-san."

The term of respect would have been enough to get Mirai Trunks' attention, Pan rarley gave anyone respect unless she was being punished or wanted something. That plus the notes of anger made him drop his sword. "What?" his sky blue eyes darted nervously from the scowl on Pan's normaly sweet face to the look of sadness and wetness around Marron's eyes.

Pulling Marron forward and placing a hand on her shoulder, Pan glared at Mirai Trunks, "I've had just about enough of this."

"Enough of what?" the look on Mirai Trunks' face was completely innocent.

"Of making Marron sad! Don't you see what you're doing to her? Until you came and started being mean to her all the time she was one of the sweetest, happiest, people I know! Now all she does is sulk all day because she doesn't understand why you have such a grudge against her when she's done absolutly nothing at all!" her eyebrow twitched and the words came out as a snarl.

"I haven't done anything to her that needs apologizing." he growled in a low voice, and bent to pick up his fallen sword.

A sneakered foot desended on the blade, "You listen here! You should see yourself, everytime Marron comes near you you're a different person! Your ki level goes up and you scowl at her if she so much as looks at you! I want to know what the hell your problem is!"

Temper snapping, Mirai Trunks jerked into an upright position and shouted mere inches from Pan's face, "You want to know what my problem is? My PROBLEM is HER! She's looks just like Juuhachi-gou and I would like nothing better than to blast that overly sweet look off her face and right to hell!" the next words came out a bit choked, as if it hurt to say them. "She hurts me more than I hurt her by just existing! She is a constant reminder of how MY world could have been had Juuhachi-gou and Juunana-gou not destroyed it!" growling right in Pan's face, he tried to make her understand, "Can't you at least try to understand?"

A snarl and a flash of movement was all Marron could see before Mirai Trunks landed on the ground next to his sword. "Pan?!" her voice was high enough to shatter glass, Did she just hit him?

Holding a hand to where she had hit him, Mirai Trunks turned a face bearing a shocked expression up at Pan, he looked halfway between surprise and anger. Slowly he took his hand away revealing a red handprint which marred his otherwise unflawed features. "Pan I-" he was cut off by Pan, her ki had risen drasicly in the last minute or so and she looked like a time bomb about to go off.

"First of all, you're the one who doesn't understand. This world isn't like yours was. The jinzouningen arn't evil, and neither is Marron. So quite acting like such a little brat!"

"Mirai Trunks opened his mouth but Pan cut him off again. "Don't say it to me." she tossed her head in Marron's direction, with her hands balled into fists at her sides. Pan was trembling with obvious effort not to try and pummel him some more, afraid if she released her hands from their fisted position she would attack him. "Say it to her."

Obviously still in shock from his recent slap, Mirai Trunks looked over at Marron, blinked twice, and opened his mouth to apoligize, only to be cut off yet a third time by a sharp gesture from Marron's hand. "I-"

"Shimpai janai. Don't worry about it." Marron tilted her head to the side and smiled sweetly, if still a bit sadly. "I understand now."

Mirai Trunks was dumbfounded that she had forgiven him so quickly and easily. She hadn't even let him say sorry.

Satisfied with her handiwork, Pan turned on her heel and started toward her home.

Marron raised her voice and took a few steps after her friend, "Matte yo Pan! Do you want me drive you? It looks like its gonna rain pretty soon."

Pan shook her head and waved, "Shimpai janai," she laughed as she mimicked Marrons response to Mirai Trunks' apology, (which wasn't much of one since no one would let him get a word in edgewise) "Don't worry about it, I'll be fine!" without waiting for an answer, Pan hopped into the air and sped off towards the Son residence.

With a glance at Marron and a frown in Pan's direction, Mirai Trunks took off for his bedroom window, wanting to be alone.

Marron sighed and shook her head, I've got to learn how to do that one of these days.

After flying round Capsule Corp to his new room, Mirai Trunks glided in through his window and sat on his bed. Setting his sword in the corner and flinging his jacket to places unknown in the ever growing pile of laundry, he laid down on his stomach and tried to sort out his feelings.

The first thing that came to mind was; I'm such an idiot.

Sitting up and resting his head on the window sill, Mirai Trunks stared at the setting sun. Have I really been that bad? I didn't think I was glaring or being THAT hostile. I thought I only did it when her back was turned...

Like most guys, Mirai Trunks was pretty much lost when it came to a females feelings.

Pan seemed really mad at me for hurting Marron's feelings. I hope she forgives me. Kami knows she'll be able to make my life miserable from now on if she doesn't! He gulped. Oh man! I hope she doesn't sic Chichi on me! Throwing himself backwards on his bed, Mirai Trunks threw an arm over his eyes. "Kill me now, before Chichi gets me."

Dende gave a light, merry, chuckle as he watched Mirai Trunks fret from his lookout. You had to admit, it was pretty funny to see a great warrior like him afraid of what a girl and her grandmother would do to him.

Mr. Popo gave him a confused look, "What is it Kami?" the round black man paused in his watering of a flower and listened intently when Dende looked at him.

"Nothing. Mr. Popo, nothing at all." turning back to Earth, Dende fixed his sights on the old junk yard.

Humming to himself, Mr. Popo had just gone back to his flower watering when he heard Dende mutter a few uncoherent words. "What did you say Kami-sama?"

The little namek placed his hands behind his back, "Now this," he gave Mr. Popo a grin, "Could prove to be very interesting."

Laughing to himself mentally Dende shook his head; My other self must be quite a rascal if he came up with this.

Captians log of the hope; 71 days after landing: It's funny how people can have such an effect on some things. Because of Pan's patanted way of knocking some sense into him Trunks is finally being NICE to Marron. He's still not as open with her as he is with Pan, Bra, or this worlds Bulma, but at least he's stopped making her miserable. Juuhachi-gou and Juunana-gou are playing it safe, neither of them has been stupid enough to come within a mile radious of Capsule Corp while Trunks is here. Very smart. I don't think Marron would appreciate her mother and uncle being turned into slag. Pan has finally forgiven Trunks for his treatment of Marron, she ignored him for a few days and then suddenly seemed to forget they had even had an argument. Last time I checked Pan had talked Trunks into teaching her to use a sword. I thought she was going to die of sho-

The sun shone hot, the desert sand blew as it almost angrilly tried to cover the remains of an age old dinosaur skeleton. One that quite possibly had been there since Gohan was being trained under Piccolo-san.

The wind howled, and that was good; it usually helped sooth his emotions and helped him to concentrate.

Usually. But not today.

Piccolo's eyebrow twitched as he tried once again to meditate. Once again he fell right out of the sky and only barely managed to catch himself before hitting the ground.

Growling almost feraly, the namekian righted himself from his sidways position and stared at a lizard the was obviously too stupid to get out of the sun. Maybe if he burned a hole in the stupid animal it would releave some stress.

The wind around him seemed to laugh, as if nature thought it was funny that one of the greatest fighters in the universe could be blown around as easily as if he were a leaf. What's wrong with me? Surely the great demon king could not be unsettled by the wind alone. Any other time he could meditate even if the world were being threatened by a monster such as Cell or Buu.

Maybe if he went to visit Gohan whatever was bugging him would go away.

Again, the wind seemed to laugh at the thought and Piccolo was almost sure he was being mocked by something other than just the absent minded and alltogether not alive wind.

Something had happened, something was amiss, fishy, not good. Something wasn't right.

In other words, Piccolo smelled a rat.

And he had a sneaking suspision that a cirtain young Kami knew where the rat lived.

"Danmit!" hissed Trunks as he shocked himself once more on the circuitry of the"Hope!!"

"You okay?" Goten looked up at his friend from the opposite side of the time machine.

"Yeah." Trunks muttered with his fingers still jammed in his mouth.

The two boys had been on a joy flight when they'd spotted Mirai Trunks' time machine. Thinking it might have a few good spare parts left in it, Trunks had convinced Goten to help him cannibalize the thing.

Goten went back to pulling on wires Trunks had told him to. After getting shocked quite a few times himself, Goten pulled a computer chip free. As soon as the last wire was cut, there was a whirring noise and a disc popped out of the hard drive.

Plucking it out of the disc drive, Goten held it up to the light. Perfectly round, (and flat of course) it looked to nothing more than a CD. Just before he could throw the usless thing away Trunks' hand shot out of nowhere and snatched the silvery disc from Gotens' grip.

"Let me see that!"

"Hey!"

Tossing a capsule on the ground nearby, Trunks sat down at the knewly materialized computer and stuck the disc in the slot. "I want to see whats on it."

Goten crossed his arms and blew air out through his nose irritably. "You could have just asked."

"Would you have given it to me?"

"Maybe." Goten wrinkled his nose at Trunks, "If you'd asked nicley."

With a shake of his head, Trunks entered the files on the disc without much difficulty. Quickly scanning the dates on the documents he noticed something that caught his eye. "Goten? Whats todays date?"

Giving his friend a quizzical look, Goten went back to dissasembling part of the time machine. "The fifteenth."

"So its been about a month and a half since my alternate self came to this dimension, right?"

Goten looked up again and raised an eyebrow, "Yeah. So? What are you getting at?"

Trunks felt like smacking Goten upside the head, he could be so stupid! "So, the point is that if my other self came here a month and a half ago and someones with him almost all the time and he has a big enough ki he can't hide it from the rest of us and hasn't been anywhere near here and..."

"Get to the point point already for Kami's sake!" Goten slammed his palm down on the side of the time machine and only suceeded in hurting his self.

But Trunks had kept going anyway, "... if nobody else has the acess codes then he couldn't have entered ANY of these files!"

That got Goten's attention. "NANI?!!!"

Trunks turned his head just enough so he could see his friend, "The last entry date was two minutes ago today."

"Vegeta." Bulma growled in a warning voice, "For the thousanth time... THE GRAVITY ROOM CANNOT HANDLE YOU GOING ANY HIGHER THAN SUPER SAIYAN LEVEL TWO!!!!!!!" she breathed in and out heavily as she assesed the burnt and broken peices of the gravity room as well as she could from their second story bedroom window.

Vegeta waved her off, "Hai, hai. You've told me this before, maybe if you weren't such an incompetant fool the gravity room would still be in one peice."

"And just how am I the incompetant fool around here?" picking up the nearest object (a high heeled shoe) Bulma threw it full force at Vegeta's head.

Sighing as he tilted his head far enough to avoid the oncomming object, (and not missing the look on Bulma's face when she realized what she had done to her wall) Vegeta fixed Bulma with his best "you idiot" look. "I figured if I blew up the gravity room enough times you would learn your lesson and upgrade it to handle higher than Super saiyan two."

Face begining to resemble the color of a grape, Bulma shook her fist at her mate. "Just for that I'm downgrading the damn gravity machine!" with a nasty looking grin Bulma raised an eyebrow. "How do ya like them apples?"

Vegeta was so busy staring dumbfounded at his mate that he didn't even hear the telltale signs of someone running towards the bedroom. He was just about to open his mouth when the door slammed open.

Trunks burst into the room and stopped in the doorway, "Kaasan! Kaasan! You'll never believe what I just found!" he yelled before falling flat on his face and skidding halfway under his parents bed.

"What we found Trunks. We. Plural. That means two. Me and you. Mostly me since I'm the one who pulled it out of the computer." Goten; who had deliberatly pushed Trunks, scowled at his best friend who (being too far jammed under the bed to back out) had had to crawl out from the other side and was now busy picking various sized dust bunnies out of his hair.

"Alright we. But I still figured out what it was. You were about to throw it away. So there!" Trunks stuck out his tongue and pulled down the bottom of one of his eyelids.

The two glared at each other for a moment, electricity almost literally flashing between them.
Finally both boys looked at Bulma expectanly only to find she wasn't even paying attention to either of them.

"Bulma-san?" Goten waved a hand in front of her eyes. The action made Bulma burst out laughing.

"Uhh... Kaasan? Are you feeling alright? Do you want to lie down? Kaasan?" Trunks looked at his mother worriedly. She isn't getting senile is she?

"No. I don't need to." she managed between giggles. "But I think you two might want to go hide somewhere for a month or two."

"Why?" asked both boys in usion.

Snorting, she lifted a hand and pointed behind them.

Looking over their shoulders both boys watched the bedroom door slowly move away from the wall. As soon they could see the wall their faces wore expressions of pure horror. Vegeta grimaced as he pulled himself out of the Vegeta shaped indent in the wall.

Trunks slowly reached inside his shirt pocket and tossed the disk to his mother. "Here Kaasan. You take a look at that." he grabbed Goten by the back of the shirt and edged around his dazed father. "We're, uhm, leaving now." he zipped down the hall only to return a second later. "Bye." he then dissapeared and didn't come back.

Not even trying to hold in her laughter, Bulma keeled over and somehow managed to crawl to the side of the bed and hung on for dear life. "Vegeta! You should have seen your face!"

With a growl Vegeta turned his back on his mate and stalked down the hall in search of a good book. Preferably one titled "Chicken Soup for the Tormented Siayan Princes Soul" or maybe one on torture, yeah, one on torture would do just fine.

Oh feh. He can be mad if he wants. He won't last, besides... anything's worth seeing that look on his face. Bulma reconsidered her mental choice of words. His red, squished, bug eyed face.

After a few uncontrollable fits of laughter Bulma felt something poke her in the side. Glancing down at her hand she realized she was still holding the CD Trunks had given her. Curiousity bubbleing up, she popped it in her computer and quickly entered the latest files.

Bulma's eyes widened. Oh Kami-sama.

This reminds me of a scene I saw in a movie. Pan circled wareily and tried to find an opening in Mirai Trunks' stance. To her dissapointment she found none. A fist came flying at her face and she twisted just in time for it to go whizzing past her nose. CONCENTRATE!!! She scolded herslef harshly while bringing her knee up to slam it into her opponents stomach.

She got a very satisfying 'oof' for her trouble.

Mirai Trunks grinned as Pan powered up and began emitting a dark blue aura. He thought she looked really pretty that way. Powering up and matching her strength he zipped forward and caught her small fist in his larger one. Immediatly taking a swing at him with her left Pan growled when he caught that one too. Wait a minute. I have FEET! Tucking both legs up to her stomach Pan uncoiled them straight into Mirai Trunks midsection.

"Ack!" a scowl crossing his face for a few seconds Mirai Trunks stubbornly held onto Pan's fists and ended up falling backwards because of the momentum Pan's kick had caused.

Mirai Trunks's hair blew right into Pan's face as they both fell to the ground, Mirai Trunks still gripping Pan's fists. Landing with a dull thud the two part saiyans laid there a few seconds with the wind knocked out of them.

A few seconds later Pan began to stir. "Owwww." she whined as Mirai Trunks released his death grip on her hands at last. Sitting up, Pan realized that Mirai Trunks made quite a good cushion.

"For only being one fourth saiyan you sure are strong." commented Mirai Trunks as he rubbed his jaw were she had punched him earlier in their spar. "With a little work you could probably ascend. Maybe even go super saiayn two in a very short time."

Rolling over Mirai Trunks forced Pan to stand or be used as his personal doormat.

Pan fisted her hands and stretched them above her head as she stood, "Yeah, well you fight pretty well yourself for a bishounen." (pretty boy) she grinned and wiped her forehead with her hand. "Did you really mean that or were you just saying it to be nice?"

Mirai Trunks looked down and let his hair obscure his face.

Pan frowned when she didn't get an answer. "Tru-chan? Konnichiwai! Ossu!" she waved a hand in front of him and finally pulled the long purple hair out of the way so she could see his face. It fell back into place almost immediatly. "You okay?"

He nodded.

"So answer me bishounen."

Without looking up he coughed, "Yeah. I'm fine." he still refused to look at her. He seemed to be transfixed by a rather large beetle crawling near his feet.

"No, the other question." Pan's frown deepened and she moved the hair aside again and poked him in the shoulder. He was hiding most of his face in the collar of his jacket.

"Yes. Of course I meant it. I wouldn't have said it if it weren't true. Besides, I doubt that the amount of power someone posesses is tied to how much siayan is in them. Look at you father, he's so strong he can't go super saiyan anymore or he'll destroy the Earth without meaning too. And he's only half. If the pattern continues, who knows how strong you'll be?"

Pan smirked slightly with a pleased look on her face before turning back to her friend. "Why are you hiding your face?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you only have your eyes showing above the collar of the jacket? What are you, a turtle?"

"Er. No, it's just... I'm cold."

"Cold?! It's 85 degrees out here!" Getting extremly tired at not being able to see his face Pan flipped the collar down and turned his head to face her by holding his jaw. "There. That wasn't so hard was it?"

Mirai Trunks stared at her with wide eyes while trying not to blush any harder than he already was.

Pan ignored it and went back to making conversation. "So when exactly are you going to teach me to use a sword? You promised."

Mirai Trunks sighed, half in relief - that she hadn't caught him blushing; or hadn't cared - and half in exasperation; This is gonna be a long day.

"So who do you think wrote these? It couldn't have possibly been Tru-san." said Gohan as he stared at the entries on the disc that Bulma had called him over to see.

"Iie, it couldn't have been, his ki is to large to mask. Well at least it was before he started wearing a band, but even now someone able to sense ki would have known if he'd gone anywhere near the junk yard. And Pan-chan or Bra-chan would know, one of them is almost always with him." a grin crossed Bulma's face and she looked at Gohan with slight amusement, "You know, I think Bra likes Tru-chan better than her real brother. They haven't had a single argument over anything. But Trunks gets under her skin at least once a day."

Gohan laughed, "Well, Trunks has lived with Bra all his life and knows how to stand up to her, Bra's got poor Tru-kun wrapped around her little finger."

Snorting at Gohan's stament to the obvious Bulma went back to poring over the entries; though she did have a small smirk on her face. "It's a girl thing. We females have powers you just wouldn't understand.

Rolling his eyes in a very disrespectful way Gohan grabbed the mouse and scrolled down a few pages. "Hey Bulma-san. Look at this one here." he pointed at the last entry. "It cuts off in mid-sentence."

Bulma looked puzzled, "But why would it do that? It's almost as if someone were still writing when Trunks and Goten started dissasembling the time machine."