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{A/N}—Thanks for all of the reviews guys! Someone remarked that I am making Goku seem like a total idiot, and I admit it. Goku really is a lot smarter than he is generally portrayed, but I'm afraid that in this fic, Goku is going to have to play the big lovable buffoon, denser than a brick, but definitely cuddly!]
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Last Time:
Trunks, Vegeta, & Bulma:
*His eyes. They look so like my own…could he possibly be….NO! It's impossible! I would never do that to one of my friends…* Bulma's thought trailed off as she turned to stare at Goku in horror, *impossible…*
Goku:
[Chi-Chi:] A loud roar resounded through the valley, "Go stay at Capsule Corp. with that little time traveling friend of yours if you want, but I don't want to see your face around here until I call for you—HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR??!"
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Trunks stood uncertainly on the grass of Capsule Corporation with Bulma and Vegeta. Goku had already faded into the sky, but no one had moved yet. Bulma seemed frozen in place with queasy expression on her face, while Vegeta visibly struggled for control, panting with some suppressed emotion.
After some time, Trunks decided that if they weren't going to stand on the lawn all night, he needed to make a move.
"Bulma?" Bulma jumped at the sound of her name.
"Yeah?"
"Um, I was wondering if you could show me your lab now. I mean, I really need to get started with the repairs on the time machine."
Bulma shook her head to clear it. "Yeah, sure, come on."
As Bulma and Trunks started towards the house, Vegeta snorted and turned on heel, headed for his gravity chamber.
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"Well, this is it," Bulma said, leading Trunks into the room that was so familiar, yet so different from the one he knew.
As Trunks busied himself with unencapsulating the time machine, Bulma studied the boy from the future, and tried to think of a way to prove, or hopefully DISPROVE her hypothesis.
Bulma stifled a wicked grin. She knew she was beautiful. No one was able to resist her charms when she decided to exert them. If she was right, and he was her son from the future, he would be sickened and horrified if Bulma hit on him. And that was just what she was going to do.
Cracking her knuckles and bracing herself, Bulma set her plan in motion. Her hypothesis had been set, it was now time to begin testing it.
Bulma walked up to the distracted Trunks who was busy fiddling with some buttons inside an open panel on the time machine. He was so distracted he didn't even notice her until she was right behind him.
Trunks spun around in surprise to see a smiling Bulma, staring down at him in his crouched position. *What is it…what does she want?* Trunks thought as she continued to stare. It was making him very uncomfortable.
Bulma decided to up the ante. The boy was already looking nervous. She just had to do something that would push him over the edge into revealing something he wanted to keep hidden.
As Trunks stood up, Bulma took a step closer and ran a finger down his chest. "You're cute! How 'bout we go out to dinner or something?" As a finishing touch, Bulma winked and smiled sexily.
An expression of horror grew on Trunks' face. His mother was hitting on him! Involuntarily his mouth opened, and he exclaimed, "Eww, ugh, no way!"
Bulma had him—she knew it. Her eyes narrowed and she did her best to imitate the tone that she heard Chi-Chi use with Gohan, "Don't you take that tone with me young man!"
Before he knew what he was doing, Trunks ducked his head, murmured an apology and scuffed his feet. When it registered what she had said, and how he had reacted, he looked up to see his mother with a look of sickened certainty on her face. She smiled queasily at Trunks and left the lab.
Trunks stared after her in shock. He'd blown it. He'd underestimated her and he'd blown it. Even though he could feel the future crumbling under his feet, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of admiration. *That was a dirty trick, Mom!*
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Bulma leaned against the door to her bathroom and breathed heavily. Even as her thoughts raced, some analytic scientific portion of her brain logged the results of her "experiment." *Test one, hypothesis proven out.*
Bulma almost smiled at the stray thought. But no. It was just too impossible. Her and GOKU? Goku was her best friend and probably one of the nicest people she'd ever known, but seriously! She couldn't even imagine sleeping with Goku—she'd known him since he was twelve years old for goodness' sake! Bulma smiled slightly. Goku hadn't really changed that much after all these years.
He might be one of the most powerful fighters in the universe, but he still acted like a kid. Which was part of what was upsetting her. She knew that if she and Goku had had a kid, even if it was in an alternate time line, that she was most likely the instigator. It would never even occur to him. Bulma laughed a little as she remembered Chi-Chi telling her she'd had to practically seduce him on their wedding night!
'We all deserve a chance to change our destinies,' Bulma remembered Piccolo saying right after the boy, Bulma grimaced, TRUNKS, had disappeared back to the future.
Bulma sighed as she quickly removed her clothes and stepped into the shower. She flinched a little as the steaming hot water hit her, but it only made her toughen her resolve. She tilted her head back, letting her hair become soaked, and closed her eyes, making a fervent vow. *It won't happen in this time. I won't betray my friends, my family,* she smiled a small, wistful smile, laying her hand across her abdomen, *Sorry Trunks, you'll never be born here. I just can't betray my friends like that.*
She frowned away her thoughts and began to wash. *No matter how lonely I am…..*
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Vegeta stomped his was across the lawn and entered the gravity chamber. He stood fuming silently for several minutes. What was wrong with him? Why did the idea of that baka woman sleeping with that baka Kakkarott enrage him so much?
Vegeta growled low under his breath and stomped across the room to the controls for the gravity simulator. As he was about to reach out and flip a switch, he felt a twinge in his shoulder and yanked his hand back.
In all the excitement, he'd almost forgotten what that baka woman had done to his gravity simulator!
Vegeta crossed his arms and silently fumed, *Shit, what the hell am I going to do now?* Vegeta felt the rage coursing through his muscles. All he wanted right now was to crush something—to destroy it. Vegeta stomped out of the gravity chamber a silent snarl etched across his features.
He paused as he made out the sound of running water. It was coming from the woman's room. His anger temporarily forgotten, a devious smirk crossed his features. *Yes, I had almost forgotten. It's her fault that I can not train, so logically she should be the one to pay,* Vegeta's smirk grew a little bit larger, *She won't know what hit her. That woman's going to regret messing with the Prince of all Saiyans!*
Vegeta crept towards the house, a fiendish look glittering in his eyes. It was time to set his plan into action.
***Well, hope you liked it! I'm inspired at the moment, so I may have Chapter 6 up later tonight! Check back soon, R&R please!***
{A/N}—Thanks for all of the reviews guys! Someone remarked that I am making Goku seem like a total idiot, and I admit it. Goku really is a lot smarter than he is generally portrayed, but I'm afraid that in this fic, Goku is going to have to play the big lovable buffoon, denser than a brick, but definitely cuddly!]
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Last Time:
Trunks, Vegeta, & Bulma:
*His eyes. They look so like my own…could he possibly be….NO! It's impossible! I would never do that to one of my friends…* Bulma's thought trailed off as she turned to stare at Goku in horror, *impossible…*
Goku:
[Chi-Chi:] A loud roar resounded through the valley, "Go stay at Capsule Corp. with that little time traveling friend of yours if you want, but I don't want to see your face around here until I call for you—HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR??!"
_____________________
Trunks stood uncertainly on the grass of Capsule Corporation with Bulma and Vegeta. Goku had already faded into the sky, but no one had moved yet. Bulma seemed frozen in place with queasy expression on her face, while Vegeta visibly struggled for control, panting with some suppressed emotion.
After some time, Trunks decided that if they weren't going to stand on the lawn all night, he needed to make a move.
"Bulma?" Bulma jumped at the sound of her name.
"Yeah?"
"Um, I was wondering if you could show me your lab now. I mean, I really need to get started with the repairs on the time machine."
Bulma shook her head to clear it. "Yeah, sure, come on."
As Bulma and Trunks started towards the house, Vegeta snorted and turned on heel, headed for his gravity chamber.
____________________
"Well, this is it," Bulma said, leading Trunks into the room that was so familiar, yet so different from the one he knew.
As Trunks busied himself with unencapsulating the time machine, Bulma studied the boy from the future, and tried to think of a way to prove, or hopefully DISPROVE her hypothesis.
Bulma stifled a wicked grin. She knew she was beautiful. No one was able to resist her charms when she decided to exert them. If she was right, and he was her son from the future, he would be sickened and horrified if Bulma hit on him. And that was just what she was going to do.
Cracking her knuckles and bracing herself, Bulma set her plan in motion. Her hypothesis had been set, it was now time to begin testing it.
Bulma walked up to the distracted Trunks who was busy fiddling with some buttons inside an open panel on the time machine. He was so distracted he didn't even notice her until she was right behind him.
Trunks spun around in surprise to see a smiling Bulma, staring down at him in his crouched position. *What is it…what does she want?* Trunks thought as she continued to stare. It was making him very uncomfortable.
Bulma decided to up the ante. The boy was already looking nervous. She just had to do something that would push him over the edge into revealing something he wanted to keep hidden.
As Trunks stood up, Bulma took a step closer and ran a finger down his chest. "You're cute! How 'bout we go out to dinner or something?" As a finishing touch, Bulma winked and smiled sexily.
An expression of horror grew on Trunks' face. His mother was hitting on him! Involuntarily his mouth opened, and he exclaimed, "Eww, ugh, no way!"
Bulma had him—she knew it. Her eyes narrowed and she did her best to imitate the tone that she heard Chi-Chi use with Gohan, "Don't you take that tone with me young man!"
Before he knew what he was doing, Trunks ducked his head, murmured an apology and scuffed his feet. When it registered what she had said, and how he had reacted, he looked up to see his mother with a look of sickened certainty on her face. She smiled queasily at Trunks and left the lab.
Trunks stared after her in shock. He'd blown it. He'd underestimated her and he'd blown it. Even though he could feel the future crumbling under his feet, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of admiration. *That was a dirty trick, Mom!*
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Bulma leaned against the door to her bathroom and breathed heavily. Even as her thoughts raced, some analytic scientific portion of her brain logged the results of her "experiment." *Test one, hypothesis proven out.*
Bulma almost smiled at the stray thought. But no. It was just too impossible. Her and GOKU? Goku was her best friend and probably one of the nicest people she'd ever known, but seriously! She couldn't even imagine sleeping with Goku—she'd known him since he was twelve years old for goodness' sake! Bulma smiled slightly. Goku hadn't really changed that much after all these years.
He might be one of the most powerful fighters in the universe, but he still acted like a kid. Which was part of what was upsetting her. She knew that if she and Goku had had a kid, even if it was in an alternate time line, that she was most likely the instigator. It would never even occur to him. Bulma laughed a little as she remembered Chi-Chi telling her she'd had to practically seduce him on their wedding night!
'We all deserve a chance to change our destinies,' Bulma remembered Piccolo saying right after the boy, Bulma grimaced, TRUNKS, had disappeared back to the future.
Bulma sighed as she quickly removed her clothes and stepped into the shower. She flinched a little as the steaming hot water hit her, but it only made her toughen her resolve. She tilted her head back, letting her hair become soaked, and closed her eyes, making a fervent vow. *It won't happen in this time. I won't betray my friends, my family,* she smiled a small, wistful smile, laying her hand across her abdomen, *Sorry Trunks, you'll never be born here. I just can't betray my friends like that.*
She frowned away her thoughts and began to wash. *No matter how lonely I am…..*
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Vegeta stomped his was across the lawn and entered the gravity chamber. He stood fuming silently for several minutes. What was wrong with him? Why did the idea of that baka woman sleeping with that baka Kakkarott enrage him so much?
Vegeta growled low under his breath and stomped across the room to the controls for the gravity simulator. As he was about to reach out and flip a switch, he felt a twinge in his shoulder and yanked his hand back.
In all the excitement, he'd almost forgotten what that baka woman had done to his gravity simulator!
Vegeta crossed his arms and silently fumed, *Shit, what the hell am I going to do now?* Vegeta felt the rage coursing through his muscles. All he wanted right now was to crush something—to destroy it. Vegeta stomped out of the gravity chamber a silent snarl etched across his features.
He paused as he made out the sound of running water. It was coming from the woman's room. His anger temporarily forgotten, a devious smirk crossed his features. *Yes, I had almost forgotten. It's her fault that I can not train, so logically she should be the one to pay,* Vegeta's smirk grew a little bit larger, *She won't know what hit her. That woman's going to regret messing with the Prince of all Saiyans!*
Vegeta crept towards the house, a fiendish look glittering in his eyes. It was time to set his plan into action.
***Well, hope you liked it! I'm inspired at the moment, so I may have Chapter 6 up later tonight! Check back soon, R&R please!***