Bulma and ChiChi looked up curiously as Trunks shifted anxiously from foot to foot in the kitchen doorway. The teenager smiled awkwardly.
"Mom, we have company," he muttered.
Trunks stood to the side and ushered the group into the room. Bulma and ChiChi both screamed as Vegeta strode into the room. Bulma entered the room behind her husband. Chibi Trunks peered at the two women from behind his parents.
"You....you're....." Mirai no Bulma trailed off.
"Yes, we're the people that Trunks went back in time to help," replied the younger scientist. "We wanted to spend Trunks' birthday with him. I know how bad things have been since the androids. I thought it would be nice for Trunks to spend time with his entire family."
Bulma gestured to her husband. He was scowling bitterly with his arms crossed over his chest.
"And I doubt Vegeta-san came very willingly," commented the older woman.
Both Bulma's gave each other a knowing look.
"Ack! Don't do that!" ordered the Prince.
The last thing he needed was two wives nagging him. The entire situation was rather unnerving.
"Oh! The presents!" cried Bulma. "Trunks-kun, go get the gifts please."
"Yes, ma'am," replied Chibi Trunks as he made a hasty exit.
"You were always so well mannered, Trunks," commented ChiChi.
Vegeta snorted.
"Don't let it fool you. That brat is a demon. Especially when he's with that other one."
Vegeta turned to Mirai no Trunks, his scowl deepening. Trunks shifted nervously.
"Is something wrong, dad?"
"You're wearing that thing," hissed Vegeta, staring at the pink shirt.
"Er. Mom gave it to me for my birthday," explained Trunks, looking at his mother nervously.
"If I had known that, I would have insisted on Vegeta wearing his," joked the younger Bulma, chuckling softly.
"Like hell! Do you have a death wish, woman?"
Bulma suddenly became very serious.
"Couch," she stated simply.
Vegeta quickly quieted down, not wanting to be banished from the bedroom. Bulma smiled victoriously. ChiChi covered her mouth, stifling laughter. This only seemed to make Vegeta even more sullen.
Chibi Trunks reappeared. He was carefully balancing a tall stack of packages in his arms. He warily approached the table, staring at the future versions of Bulma and ChiChi. He set the presents down and quickly rushed back to his parents' side.
"You don't have to be nervous around us," commented Mirai no Bulma.
She smiled at the young boy. Trunks raised an eyebrow in response. He looked up at his own mother. Casting a nervous glance towards his father, he spoke up.
"Um, Mom. I found something when I went to fetch the presents. I promise I didn't know...," he stated slowly.
The small child looked extremely guilty.
"What is it?" asked Bulma.
The young boy sighed in defeat.
"You had better get in here, Chibi," stated Trunks.
A small child entered the room. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. Bulma and ChiChi gasped once again.
"It..it can't be!" cried ChiChi.
"Goku-san?" asked Mirai no Trunks, leaning down towards the child.
"Er...no," stated the child.
"That's Kakkarot's second brat, Goten," explained Vegeta.
Goten swiftly hid behind Vegeta, peering out from behind the Saiyan.
"Second child?" asked ChiChi, stunned.
"But Goku died...." stated Future Trunks.
"He did spend the night before the Cell games with ChiChi," reminded Vegeta.
Trunks' eyes widen with understanding.
"Oooooohhhhh," he said.
"What are you two talking about?" asked Goten, looking up at the two Saiyans with round, innocent eyes.
"They're talking about sex," stated Chibi Trunks bluntly.
The older Trunks blushed furiously.
"Oh. Isn't that what you were telling us about the other day, Vegeta-san? When we asked where babies come from?" asked Goten. "That's when a man and a woman take off all their clothes and....."
The Prince quickly clasped his hand over the child's mouth.
"Ack! Shut up, brat!" ordered Vegeta.
He glanced nervously at his wife. Both Bulma's, along with ChiChi, were giving him death-stares. Noticing the situation, the teenage Trunks took the children's' hands and began to lead them out of the kitchen.
"How about we go up and play in my room?" he asked nervously.
Chibi Trunks frowned and gave him a doubtful look, but Goten smiled happily.
"Yay! OK!" the black-haired child shouted.
The lavender-haired boy shrugged.
"Only if I get to play with your sword," he stated.
With those words, both children pulled out of Trunks' grasp and ran off through Capsule Corp.
"Ah! Come back here you two!"
"Try and catch us!" the boys shouted tauntingly.
Bulma smiled at the three boys as they ran off. She took at a seat at the table across from her older counterpart. Looking over her shoulder, she glared at her husband.
"Sit," commanded the young scientist.
Vegeta growled and bared his teeth, but he obeyed her order regardless. ChiChi and the future Bulma stared in wide-eyed amazement. Vegeta, the arrogant Prince of all Saiyans, was actually complying with his wife's wishes?
There was a loud crashing noise from Trunks' room, followed closely by a startled yelp. The couple looked in the direction of the noise.
"I sure hope Trunks can handle those two," commented Bulma.
Vegeta snorted.
"As long as they don't go Super Saiyan, he should be fine," he stated dryly.
ChiChi and Bulma gawked at him in disbelief. Shaking her head, the younger Bulma turned back to the other women. The ladies slowly started up a conversation, discussing differences in their realities, new project designs, cooking, gardening...all the usual. Vegeta sat back and tuned out the conversation. His mind wandered to the three demi-Saiyans upstairs. He wondered how his 'older son' was faring against the two children. Another crash let him know that Trunks wasn't doing so well.
"Mom, we have company," he muttered.
Trunks stood to the side and ushered the group into the room. Bulma and ChiChi both screamed as Vegeta strode into the room. Bulma entered the room behind her husband. Chibi Trunks peered at the two women from behind his parents.
"You....you're....." Mirai no Bulma trailed off.
"Yes, we're the people that Trunks went back in time to help," replied the younger scientist. "We wanted to spend Trunks' birthday with him. I know how bad things have been since the androids. I thought it would be nice for Trunks to spend time with his entire family."
Bulma gestured to her husband. He was scowling bitterly with his arms crossed over his chest.
"And I doubt Vegeta-san came very willingly," commented the older woman.
Both Bulma's gave each other a knowing look.
"Ack! Don't do that!" ordered the Prince.
The last thing he needed was two wives nagging him. The entire situation was rather unnerving.
"Oh! The presents!" cried Bulma. "Trunks-kun, go get the gifts please."
"Yes, ma'am," replied Chibi Trunks as he made a hasty exit.
"You were always so well mannered, Trunks," commented ChiChi.
Vegeta snorted.
"Don't let it fool you. That brat is a demon. Especially when he's with that other one."
Vegeta turned to Mirai no Trunks, his scowl deepening. Trunks shifted nervously.
"Is something wrong, dad?"
"You're wearing that thing," hissed Vegeta, staring at the pink shirt.
"Er. Mom gave it to me for my birthday," explained Trunks, looking at his mother nervously.
"If I had known that, I would have insisted on Vegeta wearing his," joked the younger Bulma, chuckling softly.
"Like hell! Do you have a death wish, woman?"
Bulma suddenly became very serious.
"Couch," she stated simply.
Vegeta quickly quieted down, not wanting to be banished from the bedroom. Bulma smiled victoriously. ChiChi covered her mouth, stifling laughter. This only seemed to make Vegeta even more sullen.
Chibi Trunks reappeared. He was carefully balancing a tall stack of packages in his arms. He warily approached the table, staring at the future versions of Bulma and ChiChi. He set the presents down and quickly rushed back to his parents' side.
"You don't have to be nervous around us," commented Mirai no Bulma.
She smiled at the young boy. Trunks raised an eyebrow in response. He looked up at his own mother. Casting a nervous glance towards his father, he spoke up.
"Um, Mom. I found something when I went to fetch the presents. I promise I didn't know...," he stated slowly.
The small child looked extremely guilty.
"What is it?" asked Bulma.
The young boy sighed in defeat.
"You had better get in here, Chibi," stated Trunks.
A small child entered the room. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. Bulma and ChiChi gasped once again.
"It..it can't be!" cried ChiChi.
"Goku-san?" asked Mirai no Trunks, leaning down towards the child.
"Er...no," stated the child.
"That's Kakkarot's second brat, Goten," explained Vegeta.
Goten swiftly hid behind Vegeta, peering out from behind the Saiyan.
"Second child?" asked ChiChi, stunned.
"But Goku died...." stated Future Trunks.
"He did spend the night before the Cell games with ChiChi," reminded Vegeta.
Trunks' eyes widen with understanding.
"Oooooohhhhh," he said.
"What are you two talking about?" asked Goten, looking up at the two Saiyans with round, innocent eyes.
"They're talking about sex," stated Chibi Trunks bluntly.
The older Trunks blushed furiously.
"Oh. Isn't that what you were telling us about the other day, Vegeta-san? When we asked where babies come from?" asked Goten. "That's when a man and a woman take off all their clothes and....."
The Prince quickly clasped his hand over the child's mouth.
"Ack! Shut up, brat!" ordered Vegeta.
He glanced nervously at his wife. Both Bulma's, along with ChiChi, were giving him death-stares. Noticing the situation, the teenage Trunks took the children's' hands and began to lead them out of the kitchen.
"How about we go up and play in my room?" he asked nervously.
Chibi Trunks frowned and gave him a doubtful look, but Goten smiled happily.
"Yay! OK!" the black-haired child shouted.
The lavender-haired boy shrugged.
"Only if I get to play with your sword," he stated.
With those words, both children pulled out of Trunks' grasp and ran off through Capsule Corp.
"Ah! Come back here you two!"
"Try and catch us!" the boys shouted tauntingly.
Bulma smiled at the three boys as they ran off. She took at a seat at the table across from her older counterpart. Looking over her shoulder, she glared at her husband.
"Sit," commanded the young scientist.
Vegeta growled and bared his teeth, but he obeyed her order regardless. ChiChi and the future Bulma stared in wide-eyed amazement. Vegeta, the arrogant Prince of all Saiyans, was actually complying with his wife's wishes?
There was a loud crashing noise from Trunks' room, followed closely by a startled yelp. The couple looked in the direction of the noise.
"I sure hope Trunks can handle those two," commented Bulma.
Vegeta snorted.
"As long as they don't go Super Saiyan, he should be fine," he stated dryly.
ChiChi and Bulma gawked at him in disbelief. Shaking her head, the younger Bulma turned back to the other women. The ladies slowly started up a conversation, discussing differences in their realities, new project designs, cooking, gardening...all the usual. Vegeta sat back and tuned out the conversation. His mind wandered to the three demi-Saiyans upstairs. He wondered how his 'older son' was faring against the two children. Another crash let him know that Trunks wasn't doing so well.