Like I said, sorry it's taking so long! I had a really awesome weekend though!
Rae: Trunks and Bulma are both their cute, 20-ish selves. They probably look like they could be Bra's slightly older, twin siblings. ^__^ And there is a little Veggie vulnerability happening, but, this isn't a v/b get-together, so um, it's ok. -_-'
The two Trunks' will be interacting in this chapter! So! The older, aka Mirai Trunks will be spelled with a lowercase t; trunks. The younger, dead Trunks will be capitalized, thusly; Trunks. I hope this doesn't just confuse you more!
Anyhow, onwards!
Disclaim Bra/Pan 18
Goten 29
Trunks 30
Disclaimer: You know what? I am making millions off of this story, which, I might add, is chock full of copyrighted characters! So…sue me!
(~*~)
Vegeta stirred slightly, turning on his side, but didn't wake. He reached towards her side of the bed as if to scoop something into his arms. Only he stopped right before touching her, his once peaceful expression turning into a scowl. He recoiled quickly, placing one hand between his cheek and the pillow, and the other on the bed by his chest.
Bulma slowly lay down next to him on the bed, pulling his one free arm around her, and placing her own arm around his middle.
He jumped slightly, now obviously awake, but keeping his eyes closed. He was trembling. His hand moved up her arm to her shoulder, then caressed her cheek softly, and moved on to touch her hair. He stopped suddenly, as if still unsure of her true identity. Why wouldn't he know it was her?
Suddenly growing pale, he removed a shaking hand from her head, searching the pillow above it almost frantically. What on Chikyuu? Her halo made a soft, melodic sound when he touched it.
Smiling ever so slightly, he put his hand on the small of her back, pulling her close. Only now did his dark eyes open, staring deeply into her blue. He brushed her lips lightly with his own, and she moved forward, deepening their kiss. After a few moments Bulma tasted saline.
She opened her eyes momentarily to look at Vegeta. His eyes were still closed, and tears leaked softly down his cheeks. She pulled back, lifting her hand to cup his cheek. Using her thumb, she brushed away a tear, kissed his forehead gently. He shuddered and tightened his arms around her, burying his face in her neck.
She shivered when he licked that ever-present scar on her neck.
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Trunks and trunks sat together with Bra in her room. All three faces grew even more red(if that was possible) when the sounds from their parents room grew louder.
"I'll make pancakes for breakfast," babbled Bra. " Or maybe waffles. What do you guys want?"
Trunks jumped up suddenly. "That's it!" He nearly shouted, storming over to the balcony doors, tail lashing angrily. "I can't take this anymore! Let's get out of here." He threw open the door roughly and stood on the balcony before glancing back at his sister and his…self. They followed him quickly, and by the time Bra shut the door behind her, relief was evident on all three faces. They heaved a collective sigh.
"Why don't we go see Goten?" Bra suggested hopefully, and trunks raised an eyebrow at her. She replied by sticking out her tongue at him, and then looked at Trunks, her eyes almost begging. He looked at her suspiciously, and slowly nodded his head.
"'Kay." Trunks decided, his feet lifting off the ground. They took off together towards the Son residence.
Stealthily trunks stole up beside his counterpart, and tugged on his hair none-too-softly. He moved away quickly, taking on a look of innocence.
"Ouch!" Trunks protested, rubbing his abused scalp. He scowled at the older man. "What was that for?" he questioned angrily.
trunks smiled, enfuriating Trunks even further. "Just a little payback. I swear every time I held you as a baby you grabbed my hair. Even if 'Kaasan was holding you, if I happened to be nearby, you'd always grab it. 'Tousan thought it was funny as hell."
"Gomen nasai." Trunks muttered, looking a little weirded out. Bra had a dreamy look on her face, seemingly talking to herself. The boys picked up on the word 'Goten' and smothered chuckles.
"She and Goten are 'bonded', as 'tousan said." Trunks looked somewhat shocked at trunks explanation, and maybe a little angry, probably with Goten. Scowling, Trunks nudged Bra with his elbow none too lightly, causing her to elbow him back, a scowl now plastered across her face as well.
"What's up with you and Goten?" Trunks questioned.
"Nothing. We're good friends." She lied, and Trunks rolled his eyes.
"That's not what he said." He replied, jabbing a thumb in trunks direction. "He said that you guys are bonded." He took her chin between thumb and forefinger and tilted her head back, exposing her neck. "Funny, you don't look bonded." She jerked her head away, giving him a confused look.
"What on Chikyuu are you talking about? How do you look bonded?" Trunks gave her an incredulous look. trunks just looked at him with great interest, as if to say, "how you gonna get yourself outta that one?" earning him a glare from Trunks.
"How do you know you're bonded if he didn't, um, mark you." She still looked confused, and Trunks cursed. She closed her eyes.
"I know we're bonded because right now, he's sleeping, and having a nightmare about Touchan beating him up because we bonded. And Touchan is also a vampire oozaru and holding me in his hand King Kong style. I look like a supermodel." She opened her eyes. "If you think I'm lying, we can ask him. Actually, I can wake him up from here."
"Go ahead and try. Unless he's magically become a light sleeper since I've been gone, you're gonna have a hell of a time of it." He smirked confidently.
She shrugged and suggested they wait there for a few minutes. Trunks was getting rather impatient when Goten flew into view with Pan right behind him. Trunks, laying on his back on the grass with his eyes closed, was greeted happily by his friend, who sat on his chest. He gave a strangled protest, informing Goten of his now larger build.
"You're heavy," Trunks repeated, after Goten unseated himself. "And you should be happy, you've done what no one else has ever done. You're older than me. Of course, you're older than my mom too, but that's beside the point." He watched fixedly when Pan crossed in front of him, towards trunks. "Damn, is that you're little brat neice?" Trunks questioned. Goten rolled his eyes, and Pan kicked Trunks in his side before stepping on his stomach to continue on her merry way.
"Damn, is that your little brat sister?" He answered, earning him a smack upside the head from Bra. "What? He said it." She smacked him again for good measure.
"You skipped dinner last night." Pan informed trunks, poking him in the chest.
"I know, family troubles. I always hate missing Chi-Chi-san's cooking." Bra glared at him. "Not that there's anything wrong with Bra's cooking. But Chi-Chi's pupil's cooking and her own are two very different things, right Bra?" He looked at her hopefully, but she only continued to glare before turning her attention back to Goten.
"Um yeah." He finished awkwardly and Pan smiled at him. "So why aren't you over there with your old friend?" She shrugged.
"He's not. I was like three when he died so it's not like I remember him. He's being a jerk anyway." She smiled at him again and he shifted uncomfortably.
"Too much of Tousan in him I guess." She nodded again, and this time Trunks glared, managing to look even more like Vegeta than usual. Pan burst out laughing. "I say we get something to eat, I'm getting hungry." She suggested hopefully, looking at her uncle.
They went to the nearest convenience store and bought out almost the entire chip isle. The lone clerk was set to work making sandwiches and hotdogs, and of course, Bra paid. They sat in a line on the curb, munching happily.
Pan sat between trunks and Bra, who sat next to Goten, with Trunks on the end. Pan sighed loudly.
"It's not fair Bra. You have cute guys practically swarming your house." Bra made a face.
"Pan, that's really gross. Those guys are my brother…s. I guess they're both brothers to me," she decided. "Except that he," she pointed to the other side of Goten, "is more like my twin brother, since we're close in age and personality, I think. And he," she gestured over Pan, "is like an older, much wiser brother." She nodded once emphatically.
"I'm still hungry," Goten whined. Shocking, isn't it? Bra elbowed him sharply, and he groaned.
"Ribs…broken…pain…" he muttered pitifully. Bra rolled her eyes and rubbed his side gently. When it actually gets light we'll go get some food at home. Hows pancakes sound? She asked. My Kaachan's back too, and being on the bedroom level has been deemed unsafe. Otherwise we'd go back now. Goten snickered and Trunks gave him an odd look. "What?" Goten wondered aloud, and Trunks shook his head nevermind.
"You know, it is like six o'clock, we'll stay downstairs." Goten nearly begged.
"Alright alright, we' re going already. Sheesh Goten." Goten stood up joyously, pulling Bra up by her hand.
Both Trunks stood up, and trunks turned back around to help Pan to her feet. She stumbled slightly when she was near standing position. Her arms shot out and around his neck to prevent a fall and he steadied her with arms around her waist. She mentally gave herself a point, the old stumble-when-you're-next-to-him had actually worked! I mean, really worked, he seemed to be lost in her eyes, and she took joy in those soulful blue eyes, staring deeply into her own dark ones. His face suddenly grew red, and he pulled away sharply, almost causing her to stumble again.
"Eh, sorry." He mumbled, trying to look anywhere but at Pan. She took to the air, and the rest followed suit quickly. Goten and Bra teased trunks and Pan mercilessly on the way back to Capsule Corp. Pan fought back valiantly, outnumbered as she was, and trunks continued to blush furiously, staying silent through the onslaught. She gave him a quick pat on the back.
"Don't mind them. I think it's time the vultures left, eh?" She formed a small ki ball in her palm, quickly chucking it at Goten's back. He dodged easily, not bothering to turn around and acknowledge her attack. Pan shrugged nonchalantly, settling on a swift kick to the rear.
Goten grumbled murderously, occasionally glaring at Pan, and casting puppy dog eyes at Bra, who ignored him easily. He gave up his ply for sympathy, and settled on joking Trunks about his age.
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Vegeta smiled slightly as Bulma sighed, stretching luxuriously from where she lay on his chest. His arms tightened around her waist, and he pondered never having been happier. That pain, the pain, was gone, leaving only a sense of completion and downright happiness in it's wake.
He kissed her forehead, his hand absently stroking her blue hair.
"You seemed unsure of who I was when I got here. Why's that?" She asked sleepily, her hand drawing mindless circles on the smooth skin of his chest.
"Because the other Trunks is here, and he brought his mother. I thought it might be her sneaking around where she doesn't belong. They showed up yesterday."
She nodded. "It's a regular family reunion eh? What do you say we grab a shower and a bite to eat. I also plan on spending some time with Bra today, just to prepare you." He nodded.
She sat up and started to crawl over him toward the other side of the bed, leaving a tantalizing expanse of stomach open. He snagged the chance to tickle her mercilessly, rendering her a giggling heap on the mattress.
"Vegeta…stop, we…gotta shower…" She managed to gasp out, and began her crawl across the bed again. He was off the bed first, slinging her over a shoulder and walking to the bathroom as with a prize kill. He set her down, silencing her loud protestations with a warm kiss, which left her gasping yet again.
They showered, though not as quickly as humanly possible. Of course, we aren't just talking about humans here, and the Saiyajin in question managed to slow down the showering process considerably.
He dried her off gently, with a large white towel, raining kisses on her face and neck. She wrapped the towel around her shoulders once dry, and stood watching him dry off with great interest. She looked even more angelic with the white towel and halo, and he couldn't resist stealing another kiss.
"Your hair looks way better that way." Bulma remarked as they dressed. He stopped by the nightstand to take a long swallow from his water cup. "Bra made you cut it, didn't she?" He choked, spraying a mouthful of water back in the glass. Vegeta was saved from answering by the violent coughing spell that took hold of him all the way downstairs.
Upon reaching the kitchen she gave him a glass of milk, and he muttered something about giving a grown man baby food, but he drank the beverage none-the-less.
"The brats are coming." He noted darkly, a split second before the door flew open, and five young, hungry demi-Saiyajin entered loudly, with Goten at their head.
Bulma made the rounds, hugging whoever called for one, pretty much everybody, and Bra made her way over to Vegeta. Bulma watched in amazement as her mate and daughter commenced their hair-pulling routine, noting carefully the soft look on Vegeta's face.Only one day here in heaven, it really wasn't fair.
Bulma wandered upstairs to awaken her counterpart, noticing Vegeta following like a lost puppy with nothing better to do. She realized then that she had dozens of rooms to search, and absolutely no idea where this woman was. Vegeta somehow sensed how lost she was(despite this being her home) and kindly pointed to a door, smirking quietly.
She knocked softly, receiving a sleepy call for entry in return.
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Well, again I apologize for the lateness of this chapter, I had the flu, and I had the flu, and then I had schoolwork. Also, I got a great idea for a fic once this one's done, YAY!
I have found a way to type chapters late at night in the comfort of my room, so unless I hit a major block(or I get really tired) things should progress fairly nicely from here.
Remember, you must review! Or I might not finish it…
Ok, that was an empty threat!! But really, you should review…