Mirai no Trunks followed the two children obediently. He really had no choice. Despite his reluctance, he believed that the odds were in favor of him. He was the more experienced fighter. Or so he thought.
The three half-Saiyans marched through Capsule Corp. and into the kitchen. The four adults looked at them curiously.
"We're going to go spar!" Goten informed them, smiling cheerfully.
The younger Bulma raised an eyebrow in response. She wondered if her "older" son knew what he was getting himself into. From the confident look on his face, she figured that he didn't have a clue.
As the three boys walked out the door, Bulma turned to her husband.
"You're not going to let him handle those two by himself, are you?" she asked.
Vegeta smirked evilly.
"I'm sure he could use a challenge," he stated lazily.
"Challenge? Those two? They aren't even ten!" stated ChiChi, confused by the young scientist's concern.
Vegeta shook his head.
"Just because they're children, woman, doesn't mean that they're weak. Kakkarot and I were at a higher level when those two were conceived. So naturally, they would be on a higher level also," explained Vegeta.
The two older women looked at him dubiously. They thought that he was overestimating the boys' fighting potential.
"Vegeta, I really don't like this," insisted Bulma, looking at her husband with pleading eyes.
"Fine, woman. I'll go keep an eye on the brats and make sure they don't get out of line," he grumbled.
He leisurely stood up and left out the door leading to the "backyard." Bulma watched him leave, chewing her lip nervously.
"Are you really that concerned?" asked Mirai no Bulma in disbelief.
"You don't understand those two. Once they were 'playing' in the gravity machine while Vegeta was training and they managed to give him a concussion," stated the younger scientist. "By the way, you might want to go ahead and get out the first aid kit. You're going to need it."
Mirai no Trunks stood outside, enjoying the fresh air. He was going through the motions of a basic stretch routine. He reminded himself that he would have to be careful not to hurt the two younger boys.
The teenager glanced over when he heard the door bang shut. Vegeta stalked outside, scowling bitterly. He found the nearest tree and leaned up against it. Trunks shook off the surprise that he felt; it was definitely different having his father walking around.
"Er...is there something you need?" asked the teenager nervously.
His father's presence made him uneasy.
"I'm just here for 'moral support'," commented Vegeta sarcastically.
For some odd reason, that statement worried Trunks. He turned his attention to his opponents. Goten and Chibi Trunks were stretching and discussing strategies simultaneously. Trunks noticed that it was mostly Chibi Trunks dictated orders to Goten. The younger boy, however, seemed to have no qualms with being pushed around. He nodded vigorously, eyes wide with awe of his best friend's sage advice. Finally the pair finished their battle tactics.
"Are you ready?" asked Chibi Trunks, grinning impishly.
"Whenever you are," replied Trunks.
The words were barely out of his mouth when the two younger children phased out of vision and reappeared on either side of him. Chibi Trunks and Goten began a fierce onslaught. Mirai no Trunks effortlessly blocked their attacks. He carefully observed their techniques. Chibi Trunks, he noticed, had a style very similar to Vegeta's; he was unrelenting and ruthless. Goten's style reflected Gohan's, but there were some other techniques that Trunks didn't quite recognize.
"Hey, Goten. Where did you learn to fight?" asked Mirai no Trunks as he ducked a punch from Chibi Trunks and blocked Goten's kick.
"Mostly from big brother," replied Goten, as he attempted to sweep kick Trunks. "But Mom taught me some stuff too."
"ChiChi?" asked Mirai no Trunks incredulously.
Chibi Trunks took the opportunity to land a punch directly in the middle of his counterpart's back. The older Trunks landed hard on the ground. He sat up, rubbing his nose, which stung from landing face first. Vegeta began to snicker. His pride hurt, Trunks returned to his feet. He decided to show those two who was boss.
"Hey! Wanna see a trick?" asked Trunks as he leaned forward towards the two misfits.
"Yeah!" they shouted eagerly.
Trunks smirked. Gathering his ki, he began to build up his power. With a shout, he released the built up life energy. It blossomed around him in a golden flame. His hair spiked and turned gold. His eyes changed to a deep turquoise. Super Saiyan Mirai no Trunks smiled triumphantly at the pair of semi-Saiyans before him. Chibi Trunks studied him for a moment before snorting.
"Big deal," he replied nonchalantly.
Future Trunks' mouth fell open in shock. This brought more laughter from Vegeta. Goten and Trunks exchanged a knowing look and nodded. Both children powered up, concentrating their ki. Within moments, they were Super Saiyans. Trunks continued to stare at them, mouth wide open.
"H-h-how?" he stammered.
"We've been able to go Super Saiyan for while now," commented Chibi Trunks proudly. "Hey, Goten. Let's show him our trick."
"Not Gotenks," muttered Vegeta, holding his head in his hands.
"Gotenks?" asked Trunks, a puzzled look on his face.
The pair grinned evilly. The two stood side by side. Chibi Trunks lowered his ki level slightly until it matched Goten's. Then they began to perform some bizarre sort of dance. Future Trunks thought they looked incredibly silly; he didn't understand what the point of this was. Were they trying to make him laugh until he passed out?
"FUSION-HA!" screamed the boys in unison as they completed the sequence.
There was a brilliant burst of ki. When the flare of life energy subsided, a single boy stood where the two children once were.
Gotenks titled his head to the side, observing Mirai no Trunks with an arrogant look. Trunks flinched under his gaze. Gotenks ki was disconcerting; the blend of Goten and Trunks powers made it hard for Mirai no Trunks to focus on his opponent. The boy laughed; his voice had an eerie effect to it.
"Your gonna get it now, pretty boy," stated Gotenks before charging towards the teenager.
Future Trunks yelped in surprise. Vegeta watched from the sidelines as Gotenks pounded Trunks. Judging from how well the teenager was managing now, Vegeta figured he could handle about twenty more minutes worth. There was no way that the Prince was going to leave the safety of his tree.
About an hour had passed when Chibi Trunks and Goten bounded cheerfully back into the kitchen.
"Did you two have fun?" asked Mirai no Bulma as she smiled at the two boys.
"Yep!" they replied simultaneously.
A moment later, Vegeta came in, supporting Future Trunks, who looked extremely beaten.
ChiChi and Bulma gasped in shock.
"Goten! Trunks!" admonished the younger Bulma, giving them both a stern look.
"It's OK, Mom," said Future Trunks. "It's been awhile since I've had a good work out."
The teenager flopped into the nearest empty chair, feeling completely exhausted. Goten approached him and climbed up into his lap.
"I like sparring with you," commented the dark-haired child as he looked up at Trunks with sweet obsidian eyes. "You're fun!"
"Yeah!" added Chibi Trunks as he leaned on his counterpart's leg. "I wanna come visit you more often!"
Mirai no Trunks sweatdropped. He looked down at the two boys who were peering up at him with adoring eyes. A small smile crept across the teenager's face.
"I would like that," he commented. "I always wanted a little brother. Now I have two!"
"Speaking of little brothers," stated Bulma.
She snuggled up to Vegeta, batting her crystal blue eyes.
"NO!" protested the Saiyan, his eyes wide with fear.
"But Vegeta...."
"Woman, I said 'no'."
"Hey Trunks," said Goten. "If your mommy wants another baby, doesn't that mean that they have to have..."
"BRAT! SHUT UP!" demanded Vegeta.
Mirai no Bulma and ChiChi stared at each other, unable to believe the spectacle that they were watching.
"So this is what a 'normal' family is like, huh?" commented Mirai no Trunks dryly.
The three half-Saiyans marched through Capsule Corp. and into the kitchen. The four adults looked at them curiously.
"We're going to go spar!" Goten informed them, smiling cheerfully.
The younger Bulma raised an eyebrow in response. She wondered if her "older" son knew what he was getting himself into. From the confident look on his face, she figured that he didn't have a clue.
As the three boys walked out the door, Bulma turned to her husband.
"You're not going to let him handle those two by himself, are you?" she asked.
Vegeta smirked evilly.
"I'm sure he could use a challenge," he stated lazily.
"Challenge? Those two? They aren't even ten!" stated ChiChi, confused by the young scientist's concern.
Vegeta shook his head.
"Just because they're children, woman, doesn't mean that they're weak. Kakkarot and I were at a higher level when those two were conceived. So naturally, they would be on a higher level also," explained Vegeta.
The two older women looked at him dubiously. They thought that he was overestimating the boys' fighting potential.
"Vegeta, I really don't like this," insisted Bulma, looking at her husband with pleading eyes.
"Fine, woman. I'll go keep an eye on the brats and make sure they don't get out of line," he grumbled.
He leisurely stood up and left out the door leading to the "backyard." Bulma watched him leave, chewing her lip nervously.
"Are you really that concerned?" asked Mirai no Bulma in disbelief.
"You don't understand those two. Once they were 'playing' in the gravity machine while Vegeta was training and they managed to give him a concussion," stated the younger scientist. "By the way, you might want to go ahead and get out the first aid kit. You're going to need it."
Mirai no Trunks stood outside, enjoying the fresh air. He was going through the motions of a basic stretch routine. He reminded himself that he would have to be careful not to hurt the two younger boys.
The teenager glanced over when he heard the door bang shut. Vegeta stalked outside, scowling bitterly. He found the nearest tree and leaned up against it. Trunks shook off the surprise that he felt; it was definitely different having his father walking around.
"Er...is there something you need?" asked the teenager nervously.
His father's presence made him uneasy.
"I'm just here for 'moral support'," commented Vegeta sarcastically.
For some odd reason, that statement worried Trunks. He turned his attention to his opponents. Goten and Chibi Trunks were stretching and discussing strategies simultaneously. Trunks noticed that it was mostly Chibi Trunks dictated orders to Goten. The younger boy, however, seemed to have no qualms with being pushed around. He nodded vigorously, eyes wide with awe of his best friend's sage advice. Finally the pair finished their battle tactics.
"Are you ready?" asked Chibi Trunks, grinning impishly.
"Whenever you are," replied Trunks.
The words were barely out of his mouth when the two younger children phased out of vision and reappeared on either side of him. Chibi Trunks and Goten began a fierce onslaught. Mirai no Trunks effortlessly blocked their attacks. He carefully observed their techniques. Chibi Trunks, he noticed, had a style very similar to Vegeta's; he was unrelenting and ruthless. Goten's style reflected Gohan's, but there were some other techniques that Trunks didn't quite recognize.
"Hey, Goten. Where did you learn to fight?" asked Mirai no Trunks as he ducked a punch from Chibi Trunks and blocked Goten's kick.
"Mostly from big brother," replied Goten, as he attempted to sweep kick Trunks. "But Mom taught me some stuff too."
"ChiChi?" asked Mirai no Trunks incredulously.
Chibi Trunks took the opportunity to land a punch directly in the middle of his counterpart's back. The older Trunks landed hard on the ground. He sat up, rubbing his nose, which stung from landing face first. Vegeta began to snicker. His pride hurt, Trunks returned to his feet. He decided to show those two who was boss.
"Hey! Wanna see a trick?" asked Trunks as he leaned forward towards the two misfits.
"Yeah!" they shouted eagerly.
Trunks smirked. Gathering his ki, he began to build up his power. With a shout, he released the built up life energy. It blossomed around him in a golden flame. His hair spiked and turned gold. His eyes changed to a deep turquoise. Super Saiyan Mirai no Trunks smiled triumphantly at the pair of semi-Saiyans before him. Chibi Trunks studied him for a moment before snorting.
"Big deal," he replied nonchalantly.
Future Trunks' mouth fell open in shock. This brought more laughter from Vegeta. Goten and Trunks exchanged a knowing look and nodded. Both children powered up, concentrating their ki. Within moments, they were Super Saiyans. Trunks continued to stare at them, mouth wide open.
"H-h-how?" he stammered.
"We've been able to go Super Saiyan for while now," commented Chibi Trunks proudly. "Hey, Goten. Let's show him our trick."
"Not Gotenks," muttered Vegeta, holding his head in his hands.
"Gotenks?" asked Trunks, a puzzled look on his face.
The pair grinned evilly. The two stood side by side. Chibi Trunks lowered his ki level slightly until it matched Goten's. Then they began to perform some bizarre sort of dance. Future Trunks thought they looked incredibly silly; he didn't understand what the point of this was. Were they trying to make him laugh until he passed out?
"FUSION-HA!" screamed the boys in unison as they completed the sequence.
There was a brilliant burst of ki. When the flare of life energy subsided, a single boy stood where the two children once were.
Gotenks titled his head to the side, observing Mirai no Trunks with an arrogant look. Trunks flinched under his gaze. Gotenks ki was disconcerting; the blend of Goten and Trunks powers made it hard for Mirai no Trunks to focus on his opponent. The boy laughed; his voice had an eerie effect to it.
"Your gonna get it now, pretty boy," stated Gotenks before charging towards the teenager.
Future Trunks yelped in surprise. Vegeta watched from the sidelines as Gotenks pounded Trunks. Judging from how well the teenager was managing now, Vegeta figured he could handle about twenty more minutes worth. There was no way that the Prince was going to leave the safety of his tree.
About an hour had passed when Chibi Trunks and Goten bounded cheerfully back into the kitchen.
"Did you two have fun?" asked Mirai no Bulma as she smiled at the two boys.
"Yep!" they replied simultaneously.
A moment later, Vegeta came in, supporting Future Trunks, who looked extremely beaten.
ChiChi and Bulma gasped in shock.
"Goten! Trunks!" admonished the younger Bulma, giving them both a stern look.
"It's OK, Mom," said Future Trunks. "It's been awhile since I've had a good work out."
The teenager flopped into the nearest empty chair, feeling completely exhausted. Goten approached him and climbed up into his lap.
"I like sparring with you," commented the dark-haired child as he looked up at Trunks with sweet obsidian eyes. "You're fun!"
"Yeah!" added Chibi Trunks as he leaned on his counterpart's leg. "I wanna come visit you more often!"
Mirai no Trunks sweatdropped. He looked down at the two boys who were peering up at him with adoring eyes. A small smile crept across the teenager's face.
"I would like that," he commented. "I always wanted a little brother. Now I have two!"
"Speaking of little brothers," stated Bulma.
She snuggled up to Vegeta, batting her crystal blue eyes.
"NO!" protested the Saiyan, his eyes wide with fear.
"But Vegeta...."
"Woman, I said 'no'."
"Hey Trunks," said Goten. "If your mommy wants another baby, doesn't that mean that they have to have..."
"BRAT! SHUT UP!" demanded Vegeta.
Mirai no Bulma and ChiChi stared at each other, unable to believe the spectacle that they were watching.
"So this is what a 'normal' family is like, huh?" commented Mirai no Trunks dryly.