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{A/N}—This chapter turned out longer than I had planned, so don't get huffy if the rest aren't quite this long. I warned ya!]
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***Mirai Timeline***
Mirai Pan rubbed her aching shoulders with a grunt. She and Trunks had been together for six years now, and a good spar had helped them both release some of their tension. Today was the day. The day they had been planning for so many years.
It had all started with that night, all those years ago, when Pan had found a strange boy crouched in the rain holding a sword to his neck. She had known who he was. It was impossible not to with all the pictures of him in circulation. It had once been the most beloved face in the world—it was now the most hated, but either way, it was the best known.
That night, for some reason unknown to even her, she had stopped him. From that point on, they had been inseparable. They had run together and hid together. He had taught her how to fight, and shortly after that, how to fly, praising her for the incredible speed with which she pick it all up.
Truly, Trunks had been amazed.
Pan couldn't help but grin thinking back to the look of shock on his face when she had first thrown a ki beam at him. After a long and exhausting spar, they had sat down and he had explained some things to her.
He had been very nervous—Pan could see it in his eyes at the time, as he explained about how he was half alien. Pan had been a little shocked at first, and she could see the fear in Trunks' eyes that she would leave him. They had only been together for a little over six months at the time.
Seeing the hesitation and fear in his eyes, Pan had taken it upon herself to convince him otherwise. Pan fought down a blush at the memory. She had been very convincing. *Speaking of convincing,* Pan thought, amused, *here come two little results of my persuasion!*
Bracing herself, Pan was still almost bowled over as two little purple- haired streaks crashed into her.
"Sorry mama," they chirped, and high-tailed it out of there. Their dad might be stronger, but they both knew that NOBODY messed with their mom.
Pan grinned slightly, as she let the little mischief-makers go, their fuzzy brown tails streaming out behind them. Their tails. Now THAT had taken some getting used to!
Pan thought lovingly of her little twins. They were growing up so fast! She remembered how surprised she had been to see a cute little tail attached right above each cute little bottom when they had been born. Trunks had, of course, told her about his tail, but with all of the worry during her pregnancy, she hadn't even thought about the possibility that her children might have one!
Luckily for Pan, her pregnancy had progressed perfectly and completely normally. She had been worried, due to the fact that she was unable to seek medical care, when Trunks had ecstatically told her that he sensed two ki's, indicating twins. Trunks had felt guilty about that. After all, HE was that they one they were really after.
Pan smirked remembering how she had 'convinced' him it wasn't his fault. That boy sure did take a lot of convincing! She was almost beginning to believe he did it on purpose!
The presence of tails wasn't the only shock the twins had had in store for their poor parents, however. Both had been born with a full head of hair. Gravity defying hair. After only a few startled seconds, Trunks had started laughing like there was no tomorrow. After a few glares from the exhausted Pan, he had explained to her about his father, and his odd flame- like hair-do. This had even made Pan giggle a little, to envision the stern cold man her husband had described with the wild swept up locks her babies were sporting. After only a little discussion, Pan had agreed to let Trunks have his way and name them Vegeta and Goku after his father, and his father's long-time rival. She gathered it was something of a joke from the way he said it, but she also knew it was meant to be a serious tribute.
Sighing, Pan thought of her demonic-duo and wondered where they had gotten off to. She wondered what her husbands father would think when they showed up on his doorstep with two pint-sized purple haired versions of him. Trunks said they looked exactly like him except for the purple hair and blue-eyes. Pan thought they looked exactly like Trunks however, except for their wacky locks that refused to be tamed.
Pan shivered a little, thinking of the scene that would take place in a few short hours. Would they be welcome? What would they do if they were turned away? For so many years, they had scrimped and saved and hidden and fought, just for this moment. Pan tried to remember the countless times she had gone, disguised, into town to buy parts for the time machine.
Trunks had protested, of course, but who else could do it? How many men were there walking around with purple hair? She was the only one who could do it. Her face was not QUITE as well known as Trunks', but it, at least, was far more common.
The state in the cities was such, that anyone with purple hair, sometimes even those with pink or blue hair, was detained and search, on suspicion of either being Trunks, or being related to him. Bleached blondes were also under suspicion, so even going Super Saiyan couldn't help him.
Pan grimaced a little at the thought of Super Saiyan. That was the reason they couldn't dye Trunks' hair. It would be so much easier if they could have. Every time he went Super, however, his hair returned to it's normal lavender color, and his eyebrows were never that easy to bleach anyway.
Pan snorted in disgust. All these years of preparation would have been a lot easier if it hadn't been for that silly purple hair her family all sported.
Sighing, Pan walked into the kitchen, looking around for what felt like the last time. They had lived longer in this place than any of the others. It was so remote, that the energy tracking devices that the military had developed had never pinpointed their location, despite the high power levels in the area.
Trunks, and Pan, once she had gotten strong enough, had taken turns making SURE their location was never pinpointed. Chibi Goku and Vegeta had even joined in the fun, after much begging and pleading on their fourth birthday, almost a year ago. Trunks had taken their side, pointing out that as Super Saiyans, nothing much could hurt them anyway. Pan had reluctantly agreed, after a great deal of convincing. They did need the training after all.
Pan grinned evilly as she remembered the first time the boys had turned Super. For once she had not been alone in her surprise, as Trunks had been every bit as shocked as she when a two-year-old Goku had turned Super Saiyan during a temper tantrum. A giggling Vegeta had crowed with delight and quickly followed suit, much to the delight and dismay of his parents.
Pan looked up, startled out of her memories as the man of her dreams walked it the door. "Hey Pan, we're just about all set," Trunks said a bit nervously.
Pan nodded. "Where are the boys?"
Trunks grinned at that. "Oh, they're out playing with the Army. I saw some of those scouters they've been tracking us with and I told the boys to go play with them, since they were bugging me about the time machine."
Pan looked upset, "Trunks, how could you?! They could get hurt!"
"Are you kidding? When Chibi Goku got hit by that missile last week, he didn't even have a scratch!"
"I wasn't talking about the boys Trunks, I was talking about the pilots of those airplanes!"
"Oh." Trunks looked a little worried too now. He knew what his kids were capable of. Trunks turned his attention back to Pan to find her glaring at him, with look of annoyed surprise on her face, "uh, what did I do now?"
"My little boy got hit with a missile? My little Goku got hit with a missile and you CONVIENIENTLY forgot to TELL ME?"
"Well, uhh…I've told him he needs to work on his speed. That thing shouldn't have even come close to him—he was being careless…"
"TRUNKS!"
"Uh, gotta go," Trunks grabbed a banana and sped quickly from the room, leaving his fuming mate without a target.
Pan smiled evilly as a brilliant thought popped into her mind, and decided what his punishment should be.
She and Trunks had never married, due to obvious circumstances. However, in the past these circumstances would not exist. Trunks had always said that being mated was better anyway, and while Pan agreed, and wouldn't give up the bond she shared with him for anything, she also craved something—normal. Something human. Her whole existence up to the point she met Trunks had been composed of IN-humanity, and the time after seemed to be all Saiyan. Pan was a human, not a Saiyan. She wanted something to bind them in a human way.
Pan smirked. If things turned out as they hoped, and Trunks' family allowed them to stay with them, she and Trunks were getting married, no matter what.
Pan licked her lips a little. She loved being evil. A wedding would be just the appropriate torture for Trunks—she knew he hated wearing suits. And besides, Chibi Goku and Chibi Vegeta would look SO CUTE as little ring bearers!
Pan sat back in her chair and ran her hands over the smooth wood of the table-top. Only an hour left until they abandoned this place, and everything they knew, forever.
Ignoring such thoughts, Pan turned her eyes to the future—or rather, the past. She hoped everything went alright. Soon they would be returning to a time six years after the Cell Games. Pan stifled a giggle as she thought about meeting her husband's Chibi-self.
All she could do was hope for the best. Hope that her husbands' family accepted her—she knew she had no one to go to in that time. *Or in this one either,* she thought sardonically. All she could do was hope that nothing went wrong…
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Chibi Goku and Vegeta quickly scrambled out of the time machine as their father fled out of the kitchen and across the lawn. They knew they weren't supposed to be there, but the machine looked like such fun! Hastily pushing their way out, Goku didn't even notice when he stepped on a switch. Running quickly thorough the brush, the two demi-saiyans flew into the air and headed towards several black spots in the distance. Finally doing as they were told, Chibi Goku and Chibi Vegeta headed off to play with the flock of bombers cruising in the distance. This was going to be fun!
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***Normal Timeline***
Trunks was having a bad day. He just couldn't concentrate. Yesterday had been Panny's graduation from college. He had thought that he had managed to put his feelings for her aside. He just was proud of the girl who seemed almost a second sister to him. Then she had hugged him.
Trunks groaned and let his forehead drop to a pile of paperwork in front of him. *She's 14 years younger than you,* his mind shouted.
*I know, I KNOW. But I just can't stop thinking about her…*
*YOU, are a pervert,* the voice in his mind replied.
*AM NOT!*
The voice was silent.
Trunks groaned. "Yes I am." Picking his head up off the desk, Trunks snatched in annoyance at a piece of paper stuck to his forehead. "I have to get out of here," he mumbled, crumpling up the paper and then smoothing it out again as he realized it might be important. "Maybe dad will spar with me. I need to get this out of my system."
*Hey Dad!* Trunks contacted his father mentally.
*What do you want, brat?*
Trunks smirked. His father was in a good mood. He didn't threaten to blast him for interrupting whatever he was doing.
*I'm taking off from here early, you wanna spar?*
A mental 'humph' echoed in Trunks mind. He'd take that as a yes.
*Ok, see you in a bit.*
*Fine,* Vegeta replied mentally, *but get ready for a beating.*
Trunks just rolled his eyes and cut the connection. He knew his dad didn't mean it.
Groaning, Trunks realized that he should probably drive home instead of fly. The city was celebrating International Hercule Day, and was swamped with tourists, all wanting to see the home of Hercule himself.
Any tourist happening to look up at the gaudy decorations, or one of the many blimps replaying the Cell Game videos would be a bit startled to see the purple-haired president of Capsule Corporation flying through the air.
Trunks snarled, changing into a comfortable gi, and leaving his suit wadded up on the floor. He couldn't even chance it—they'd probably think it was a reinactment or something, which would draw attention to the disturbing likenesses between the city's most eligible bachelor, and the purple haired youth from the video. Trunks grimaced. He hated that title. 'Most eligible bachelor.' What did that mean anyway? Lonely rich guy?
Trunks sighed, unreasonably annoyed. He grabbed up his capsule car, and headed for the door, thinking with annoyance how much trouble his future self had caused him.
***Before you ask, I want to forestall any confusion. YES. Pan IS part Saiyan. She just doesn't KNOW it yet! (Which would explain her rapid gains in strength of course! Now please of the love of Petey the Parrot give me a review! I know I covered a lot of ground in this paragraph, and there wasn't much dialogue, but it was necessary!***
{A/N}—This chapter turned out longer than I had planned, so don't get huffy if the rest aren't quite this long. I warned ya!]
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***Mirai Timeline***
Mirai Pan rubbed her aching shoulders with a grunt. She and Trunks had been together for six years now, and a good spar had helped them both release some of their tension. Today was the day. The day they had been planning for so many years.
It had all started with that night, all those years ago, when Pan had found a strange boy crouched in the rain holding a sword to his neck. She had known who he was. It was impossible not to with all the pictures of him in circulation. It had once been the most beloved face in the world—it was now the most hated, but either way, it was the best known.
That night, for some reason unknown to even her, she had stopped him. From that point on, they had been inseparable. They had run together and hid together. He had taught her how to fight, and shortly after that, how to fly, praising her for the incredible speed with which she pick it all up.
Truly, Trunks had been amazed.
Pan couldn't help but grin thinking back to the look of shock on his face when she had first thrown a ki beam at him. After a long and exhausting spar, they had sat down and he had explained some things to her.
He had been very nervous—Pan could see it in his eyes at the time, as he explained about how he was half alien. Pan had been a little shocked at first, and she could see the fear in Trunks' eyes that she would leave him. They had only been together for a little over six months at the time.
Seeing the hesitation and fear in his eyes, Pan had taken it upon herself to convince him otherwise. Pan fought down a blush at the memory. She had been very convincing. *Speaking of convincing,* Pan thought, amused, *here come two little results of my persuasion!*
Bracing herself, Pan was still almost bowled over as two little purple- haired streaks crashed into her.
"Sorry mama," they chirped, and high-tailed it out of there. Their dad might be stronger, but they both knew that NOBODY messed with their mom.
Pan grinned slightly, as she let the little mischief-makers go, their fuzzy brown tails streaming out behind them. Their tails. Now THAT had taken some getting used to!
Pan thought lovingly of her little twins. They were growing up so fast! She remembered how surprised she had been to see a cute little tail attached right above each cute little bottom when they had been born. Trunks had, of course, told her about his tail, but with all of the worry during her pregnancy, she hadn't even thought about the possibility that her children might have one!
Luckily for Pan, her pregnancy had progressed perfectly and completely normally. She had been worried, due to the fact that she was unable to seek medical care, when Trunks had ecstatically told her that he sensed two ki's, indicating twins. Trunks had felt guilty about that. After all, HE was that they one they were really after.
Pan smirked remembering how she had 'convinced' him it wasn't his fault. That boy sure did take a lot of convincing! She was almost beginning to believe he did it on purpose!
The presence of tails wasn't the only shock the twins had had in store for their poor parents, however. Both had been born with a full head of hair. Gravity defying hair. After only a few startled seconds, Trunks had started laughing like there was no tomorrow. After a few glares from the exhausted Pan, he had explained to her about his father, and his odd flame- like hair-do. This had even made Pan giggle a little, to envision the stern cold man her husband had described with the wild swept up locks her babies were sporting. After only a little discussion, Pan had agreed to let Trunks have his way and name them Vegeta and Goku after his father, and his father's long-time rival. She gathered it was something of a joke from the way he said it, but she also knew it was meant to be a serious tribute.
Sighing, Pan thought of her demonic-duo and wondered where they had gotten off to. She wondered what her husbands father would think when they showed up on his doorstep with two pint-sized purple haired versions of him. Trunks said they looked exactly like him except for the purple hair and blue-eyes. Pan thought they looked exactly like Trunks however, except for their wacky locks that refused to be tamed.
Pan shivered a little, thinking of the scene that would take place in a few short hours. Would they be welcome? What would they do if they were turned away? For so many years, they had scrimped and saved and hidden and fought, just for this moment. Pan tried to remember the countless times she had gone, disguised, into town to buy parts for the time machine.
Trunks had protested, of course, but who else could do it? How many men were there walking around with purple hair? She was the only one who could do it. Her face was not QUITE as well known as Trunks', but it, at least, was far more common.
The state in the cities was such, that anyone with purple hair, sometimes even those with pink or blue hair, was detained and search, on suspicion of either being Trunks, or being related to him. Bleached blondes were also under suspicion, so even going Super Saiyan couldn't help him.
Pan grimaced a little at the thought of Super Saiyan. That was the reason they couldn't dye Trunks' hair. It would be so much easier if they could have. Every time he went Super, however, his hair returned to it's normal lavender color, and his eyebrows were never that easy to bleach anyway.
Pan snorted in disgust. All these years of preparation would have been a lot easier if it hadn't been for that silly purple hair her family all sported.
Sighing, Pan walked into the kitchen, looking around for what felt like the last time. They had lived longer in this place than any of the others. It was so remote, that the energy tracking devices that the military had developed had never pinpointed their location, despite the high power levels in the area.
Trunks, and Pan, once she had gotten strong enough, had taken turns making SURE their location was never pinpointed. Chibi Goku and Vegeta had even joined in the fun, after much begging and pleading on their fourth birthday, almost a year ago. Trunks had taken their side, pointing out that as Super Saiyans, nothing much could hurt them anyway. Pan had reluctantly agreed, after a great deal of convincing. They did need the training after all.
Pan grinned evilly as she remembered the first time the boys had turned Super. For once she had not been alone in her surprise, as Trunks had been every bit as shocked as she when a two-year-old Goku had turned Super Saiyan during a temper tantrum. A giggling Vegeta had crowed with delight and quickly followed suit, much to the delight and dismay of his parents.
Pan looked up, startled out of her memories as the man of her dreams walked it the door. "Hey Pan, we're just about all set," Trunks said a bit nervously.
Pan nodded. "Where are the boys?"
Trunks grinned at that. "Oh, they're out playing with the Army. I saw some of those scouters they've been tracking us with and I told the boys to go play with them, since they were bugging me about the time machine."
Pan looked upset, "Trunks, how could you?! They could get hurt!"
"Are you kidding? When Chibi Goku got hit by that missile last week, he didn't even have a scratch!"
"I wasn't talking about the boys Trunks, I was talking about the pilots of those airplanes!"
"Oh." Trunks looked a little worried too now. He knew what his kids were capable of. Trunks turned his attention back to Pan to find her glaring at him, with look of annoyed surprise on her face, "uh, what did I do now?"
"My little boy got hit with a missile? My little Goku got hit with a missile and you CONVIENIENTLY forgot to TELL ME?"
"Well, uhh…I've told him he needs to work on his speed. That thing shouldn't have even come close to him—he was being careless…"
"TRUNKS!"
"Uh, gotta go," Trunks grabbed a banana and sped quickly from the room, leaving his fuming mate without a target.
Pan smiled evilly as a brilliant thought popped into her mind, and decided what his punishment should be.
She and Trunks had never married, due to obvious circumstances. However, in the past these circumstances would not exist. Trunks had always said that being mated was better anyway, and while Pan agreed, and wouldn't give up the bond she shared with him for anything, she also craved something—normal. Something human. Her whole existence up to the point she met Trunks had been composed of IN-humanity, and the time after seemed to be all Saiyan. Pan was a human, not a Saiyan. She wanted something to bind them in a human way.
Pan smirked. If things turned out as they hoped, and Trunks' family allowed them to stay with them, she and Trunks were getting married, no matter what.
Pan licked her lips a little. She loved being evil. A wedding would be just the appropriate torture for Trunks—she knew he hated wearing suits. And besides, Chibi Goku and Chibi Vegeta would look SO CUTE as little ring bearers!
Pan sat back in her chair and ran her hands over the smooth wood of the table-top. Only an hour left until they abandoned this place, and everything they knew, forever.
Ignoring such thoughts, Pan turned her eyes to the future—or rather, the past. She hoped everything went alright. Soon they would be returning to a time six years after the Cell Games. Pan stifled a giggle as she thought about meeting her husband's Chibi-self.
All she could do was hope for the best. Hope that her husbands' family accepted her—she knew she had no one to go to in that time. *Or in this one either,* she thought sardonically. All she could do was hope that nothing went wrong…
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Chibi Goku and Vegeta quickly scrambled out of the time machine as their father fled out of the kitchen and across the lawn. They knew they weren't supposed to be there, but the machine looked like such fun! Hastily pushing their way out, Goku didn't even notice when he stepped on a switch. Running quickly thorough the brush, the two demi-saiyans flew into the air and headed towards several black spots in the distance. Finally doing as they were told, Chibi Goku and Chibi Vegeta headed off to play with the flock of bombers cruising in the distance. This was going to be fun!
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***Normal Timeline***
Trunks was having a bad day. He just couldn't concentrate. Yesterday had been Panny's graduation from college. He had thought that he had managed to put his feelings for her aside. He just was proud of the girl who seemed almost a second sister to him. Then she had hugged him.
Trunks groaned and let his forehead drop to a pile of paperwork in front of him. *She's 14 years younger than you,* his mind shouted.
*I know, I KNOW. But I just can't stop thinking about her…*
*YOU, are a pervert,* the voice in his mind replied.
*AM NOT!*
The voice was silent.
Trunks groaned. "Yes I am." Picking his head up off the desk, Trunks snatched in annoyance at a piece of paper stuck to his forehead. "I have to get out of here," he mumbled, crumpling up the paper and then smoothing it out again as he realized it might be important. "Maybe dad will spar with me. I need to get this out of my system."
*Hey Dad!* Trunks contacted his father mentally.
*What do you want, brat?*
Trunks smirked. His father was in a good mood. He didn't threaten to blast him for interrupting whatever he was doing.
*I'm taking off from here early, you wanna spar?*
A mental 'humph' echoed in Trunks mind. He'd take that as a yes.
*Ok, see you in a bit.*
*Fine,* Vegeta replied mentally, *but get ready for a beating.*
Trunks just rolled his eyes and cut the connection. He knew his dad didn't mean it.
Groaning, Trunks realized that he should probably drive home instead of fly. The city was celebrating International Hercule Day, and was swamped with tourists, all wanting to see the home of Hercule himself.
Any tourist happening to look up at the gaudy decorations, or one of the many blimps replaying the Cell Game videos would be a bit startled to see the purple-haired president of Capsule Corporation flying through the air.
Trunks snarled, changing into a comfortable gi, and leaving his suit wadded up on the floor. He couldn't even chance it—they'd probably think it was a reinactment or something, which would draw attention to the disturbing likenesses between the city's most eligible bachelor, and the purple haired youth from the video. Trunks grimaced. He hated that title. 'Most eligible bachelor.' What did that mean anyway? Lonely rich guy?
Trunks sighed, unreasonably annoyed. He grabbed up his capsule car, and headed for the door, thinking with annoyance how much trouble his future self had caused him.
***Before you ask, I want to forestall any confusion. YES. Pan IS part Saiyan. She just doesn't KNOW it yet! (Which would explain her rapid gains in strength of course! Now please of the love of Petey the Parrot give me a review! I know I covered a lot of ground in this paragraph, and there wasn't much dialogue, but it was necessary!***