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A/N-Ok, I know this chapter isn't very good—I just couldn't seem to get it together—I think I dug a hole too deep with all of the explanation that are now required—needless to say the title of the next chapter will be EXPLANATIONS! Flame me if you want—this is horrible.]
[I intended to post this several days ago, but my computer blew up, and I couldn't upload at the library—ugh, the horror!]
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Mirai Trunks looked around, not knowing where to begin—they were expecting explanations—from HIM?! He was just as confused as the rest of them!
M. Trunks noticed his mother giving him a faint smile of encouragement from the doorway where she reclined. M. Trunks smiled back—then it struck him—his mother was—well, OLD! Or at least several years older than she should be if they had come to the correct time. With dawning understanding, M. Trunks turned to his father and asked, "How many years has it been since the Cell Games?"
Vegeta gave his Mirai son a sour glare. He still hadn't forgiven him for naming his brats after him and Kakkarott, but he answered anyway, "It's been thirty-five years. Why the hell do you want to know that?"
M. Trunks' mouth fell open in astonishment. Thirty-five years?! Clearing his throat, M. Trunks squeaked, "Shit."
From across the room, Chi-Chi scowled at him and slapped a hand over Chibi Goku and Chibi Vegeta's ears, pulling them to her chest. "Trunks! You should know better than to curse in front of the children!"
M. Trunks blushed a little, then shook his head. Chi-Chi sounded exactly like his Pan when she said that.
Mirai Trunks took a breath, then looked at the expectant faces around him. "Well, I think I can explain a few things at least. You see, we—my wife, Pan," here he paused. "Umm, I'm sorry, I know I said I could explain, but—why are there two Pan's? And—who is this guy," he asked, jerking his head at the startled Gohan.
Gohan smiled a bit. "Well, I guess I can't blame you for not recognizing me, Trunks. After all, the last time I saw you, I was only 11 years old."
Trunks' eyes grew wide. "G-Gohan?!"
Gohan's grin grew a bit wider. "In the flesh. Now, if I can ask YOU a question, Trunks, just how long has it been for you since the Cell Games?"
Trunks shook his head to clear it, "It's been, let's see, almost seven years."
Gohan now had an extremely confused look on his face. "It's only been seven years?! I don't understand, Trunks. How is it possible that Pan looks as old as she does—she shouldn't be NEARLY this old—and how did you meet her, anyway?"
Trunks looked at Gohan confused. "What do you mean Gohan? And how do you know Pan? And why is there another Pan here anyway?" Trunks still had the monster of all headaches. The senzu bean may have healed his physical damage, but his emotional damage, just from waking up, was still present.
It was Gohan's turn to look confused. He was also getting just the tiniest bit annoyed, now that some of the shock was wearing off, "What do you mean, 'how do I know' her? She's my daughter for goodness' sake!"
Trunks' jaw hit the floor. Literally. He fell off the couch and hit the ground with a thump. Standing, Mirai Trunks rubbed his jaw, looking at Gohan and the woman beside him. "So, that would make you—Videl?" he ventured.
Gohan had watched the scene with astonishment. "You-you mean you didn't KNOW she was my daughter??!"
Trunks shook his head. "No…Pan never knew her father. Her mother had her when she was fourteen, and Pan always assumed she was…er…" Trunks trailed off.
Videl blinked. "I had her when I was FOURTEEN?!" Reaching out, she smacked Gohan.
Gohan yelped, "Hey, what was that for?!"
"For getting me pregnant when I was fourteen!"
Gohan's jaw dropped, and he seemed unable to respond, although a red hue tinted his cheeks.
Suddenly, Mirai Trunks' head shot up. "Oh, man! This means that Pan's part Saiyan! She's going to flip out—and YOU," M. Trunks felt a good deal of animosity towards Gohan for no good reason, "she's going to kill you if she finds out who you are before she gets an explanation." Moaning, Trunks lowered his head into his palms, contemplating the wrath of that terrible and beautiful demon named M. Pan.
Gohan, still looking a bit embarrassed, but a good deal more curious, cleared his throat, "Umm, Trunks?"
M. Trunks' head jerked up, "Yeah?"
"Why would Mirai Pan want to kill me?"
M .Trunks sighed. How to say this. "Well, you see…"
At just that moment, Mirai Pan began to stir.
Mirai Pan mumbled incoherently. "Urgh." Her head hurt. Where was she? Suddenly M. Pan shot straight up, "My boys, where are they?!"
From across the room, Chibi Vegeta and Chibi Goku squealed and squirmed out of Chi-Chi's grasp, running to their mother.
M. Pan held the two tightly to her chest as she slowly and deliberately surveyed the room. Stopping on Mirai Trunks, Mirai Pan's eyes narrowed into a glare. "Ok, Trunks, I'm assuming SOMETHING went wrong, since I'm now sitting in a room with two of you, another me, my dead mother, and a bunch of strangers. Care to tell me what happened?"
Mirai Trunks gulped. He knew he was in trouble. "Heh, now Pan dear, just let me explain. You see, it's really very simple. Instead of traveling to six years after the Cell Games, we ended up traveling thirty-five years after the Cell Games. For some, unknown reason…"
M. Pan's glare intensified, and M. Trunks could have sworn he smelled the hair on his arms singing, "Alright, buddy, that explains why there are two of YOU. Now to the two of me and dead mother part."
Trunks swallowed. He really didn't want to tell her this. "Um, well, you see, it's seems that you were born in this timeline too, and well, your mother didn't die here, and umm…"
Gohan took over with a smile. "Hi Pan. My name's Gohan. I'm your father."
Pan froze for a second, then with an expression of studied calm, she pushed her two children to one side. She stood carefully, and then, with an incoherent roar of rage, she tackled Gohan, knocking him over the back of the couch.
"Oh, crap," Trunks jumped over the back of the couch, pulling the snarling M. Pan off of the confused Gohan, "Pan, no, no honey, he didn't do it. I know Gohan—we were wrong. Your mother must have told you the truth after all…shhh…" M. Trunks comforted M. Pan as she bit her lip and cried into his shoulder.
Videl looked on confused, as Gohan stared up at Mirai Pan rubbing his neck where she had grabbed it. "Umm, maybe we should go somewhere private and discuss this," Videl ventured.
M. Pan took a deep breath and nodded. Skirting warily around Gohan, she marched firmly out the door into the back yard, followed closely by Videl, while the still bewildered Gohan trailed behind.
M. Trunks sighed as door slammed shut, and turned to see curious eyes staring up at him. "Umm, yeah…"
Goku, who was now sitting next to the Chibi's on the couch with Vegeta, looked curiously at Mirai Trunks, "Care to try explaining that?"
M. Trunks bit his lip. "Not really."
Vegeta eyed Mirai Trunks and snorted. "Fine. Then you can explain a few things to me," Vegeta stood up, grabbing Mirai Trunks by the arm, dragging him from the room.
M. Trunks sighed. *Oh, great. Just what I needed. I just woke up from my LAST 'little talk' with Vegeta…*
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Bulma watched her husband drag her Mirai son down the hall, and heard the slam as the room to the gravity chamber closed. She shrugged. "Oh well. Looks like we've gotta wake someone else up. We're all out of people to provide explanations," Bulma smiled, "Good thing we have a couple extra."
Even Goku smiled at this. Bulma left the room for a moment, and reappeared with a long syringe, much like the one she had intended on using on Mirai Trunks earlier, in each hand.
Two identical screams of horror rang out through the room, as Goku, followed quickly by Chibi Goku fell off the couch in their scrambling haste to get away from the deadly needles.
Bulma was a bit startled at the reaction from Chibi Goku. She'd expected it from Goku, but apparently her grandson had inherited more than just Goku's name.
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Come on you guys! It'd be wasteful to use a senzu bean to wake them up—they're just unconscious."
Goku and Chibi Goku clung to each other, huddled in the corner whimpering, "N-no needles.." Chibi Goku whined.
Chibi Vegeta rolled his eyes at Bulma, "Go-chan doesn't really like needles," he explained, seriously.
Bulma nodded in agreement. "I can see that."
Approaching Trunks with the first syringe, Chibi-Goku let out another piercing scream, rendering the needles useless. Trunks and Pan shot up from the couch and into fighting stance quicker than a blink, although they retained a somewhat dazed look in their eyes.
Spying no imminent danger, Trunks grasped his head. "Ugh, what happened?"
Pan rubbed her forehead with the heel of her hand. "That's what I'd like to know."
From across the room, a stifled shout sounded, and Chibi Goku flung himself at Trunks' legs, "You're ok! She didn't get you with that horrible needle!"
Trunks' eyes began to grow dazed once again, his knees began to sag, and then a voice called out from across the room, "Don't you DARE Trunks!"
Trunks tightened his knees and forced himself to stand upright. No one disobeyed
Bulma.
Bulma opened her mouth to attempt an explanation to the white and shaken Trunks and Pan, when suddenly the doorbell rang. Bulma herself became a bit white and shaken and gasped, "Oh no! Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no! The party! With everything that's been happening, I TOTALLY FORGOT we were having a party to celebrate Panny's graduation today!"
Pan's eyes widened a bit. That party wasn't supposed to start for another two hours—she'd been out longer than she'd thought!
Bulma rushed off to get the door, shouting over her shoulder, "You explain it, Goku!"
Goku had finally climbed out of his hiding place in the corner, though he was still eyeing the needles warily. Sitting on the couch next to Chibi- Vegeta, he looked across the room to see his grand-daughter, Pan, standing white as a sheet next to the quaking Trunks, who was looking wide-eyed back and forth from Chibi-Goku, who was still clutching at his leg, to Chibi- Vegeta on the couch.
Goku smiled and cleared his throat. "You two better sit down. We've got a lot to talk about."
***Ugh, lame! I know this is dragging out, but the next chapter will be a good one, I promise—everything is revealed, next time! R&R please!***
A/N-Ok, I know this chapter isn't very good—I just couldn't seem to get it together—I think I dug a hole too deep with all of the explanation that are now required—needless to say the title of the next chapter will be EXPLANATIONS! Flame me if you want—this is horrible.]
[I intended to post this several days ago, but my computer blew up, and I couldn't upload at the library—ugh, the horror!]
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Mirai Trunks looked around, not knowing where to begin—they were expecting explanations—from HIM?! He was just as confused as the rest of them!
M. Trunks noticed his mother giving him a faint smile of encouragement from the doorway where she reclined. M. Trunks smiled back—then it struck him—his mother was—well, OLD! Or at least several years older than she should be if they had come to the correct time. With dawning understanding, M. Trunks turned to his father and asked, "How many years has it been since the Cell Games?"
Vegeta gave his Mirai son a sour glare. He still hadn't forgiven him for naming his brats after him and Kakkarott, but he answered anyway, "It's been thirty-five years. Why the hell do you want to know that?"
M. Trunks' mouth fell open in astonishment. Thirty-five years?! Clearing his throat, M. Trunks squeaked, "Shit."
From across the room, Chi-Chi scowled at him and slapped a hand over Chibi Goku and Chibi Vegeta's ears, pulling them to her chest. "Trunks! You should know better than to curse in front of the children!"
M. Trunks blushed a little, then shook his head. Chi-Chi sounded exactly like his Pan when she said that.
Mirai Trunks took a breath, then looked at the expectant faces around him. "Well, I think I can explain a few things at least. You see, we—my wife, Pan," here he paused. "Umm, I'm sorry, I know I said I could explain, but—why are there two Pan's? And—who is this guy," he asked, jerking his head at the startled Gohan.
Gohan smiled a bit. "Well, I guess I can't blame you for not recognizing me, Trunks. After all, the last time I saw you, I was only 11 years old."
Trunks' eyes grew wide. "G-Gohan?!"
Gohan's grin grew a bit wider. "In the flesh. Now, if I can ask YOU a question, Trunks, just how long has it been for you since the Cell Games?"
Trunks shook his head to clear it, "It's been, let's see, almost seven years."
Gohan now had an extremely confused look on his face. "It's only been seven years?! I don't understand, Trunks. How is it possible that Pan looks as old as she does—she shouldn't be NEARLY this old—and how did you meet her, anyway?"
Trunks looked at Gohan confused. "What do you mean Gohan? And how do you know Pan? And why is there another Pan here anyway?" Trunks still had the monster of all headaches. The senzu bean may have healed his physical damage, but his emotional damage, just from waking up, was still present.
It was Gohan's turn to look confused. He was also getting just the tiniest bit annoyed, now that some of the shock was wearing off, "What do you mean, 'how do I know' her? She's my daughter for goodness' sake!"
Trunks' jaw hit the floor. Literally. He fell off the couch and hit the ground with a thump. Standing, Mirai Trunks rubbed his jaw, looking at Gohan and the woman beside him. "So, that would make you—Videl?" he ventured.
Gohan had watched the scene with astonishment. "You-you mean you didn't KNOW she was my daughter??!"
Trunks shook his head. "No…Pan never knew her father. Her mother had her when she was fourteen, and Pan always assumed she was…er…" Trunks trailed off.
Videl blinked. "I had her when I was FOURTEEN?!" Reaching out, she smacked Gohan.
Gohan yelped, "Hey, what was that for?!"
"For getting me pregnant when I was fourteen!"
Gohan's jaw dropped, and he seemed unable to respond, although a red hue tinted his cheeks.
Suddenly, Mirai Trunks' head shot up. "Oh, man! This means that Pan's part Saiyan! She's going to flip out—and YOU," M. Trunks felt a good deal of animosity towards Gohan for no good reason, "she's going to kill you if she finds out who you are before she gets an explanation." Moaning, Trunks lowered his head into his palms, contemplating the wrath of that terrible and beautiful demon named M. Pan.
Gohan, still looking a bit embarrassed, but a good deal more curious, cleared his throat, "Umm, Trunks?"
M. Trunks' head jerked up, "Yeah?"
"Why would Mirai Pan want to kill me?"
M .Trunks sighed. How to say this. "Well, you see…"
At just that moment, Mirai Pan began to stir.
Mirai Pan mumbled incoherently. "Urgh." Her head hurt. Where was she? Suddenly M. Pan shot straight up, "My boys, where are they?!"
From across the room, Chibi Vegeta and Chibi Goku squealed and squirmed out of Chi-Chi's grasp, running to their mother.
M. Pan held the two tightly to her chest as she slowly and deliberately surveyed the room. Stopping on Mirai Trunks, Mirai Pan's eyes narrowed into a glare. "Ok, Trunks, I'm assuming SOMETHING went wrong, since I'm now sitting in a room with two of you, another me, my dead mother, and a bunch of strangers. Care to tell me what happened?"
Mirai Trunks gulped. He knew he was in trouble. "Heh, now Pan dear, just let me explain. You see, it's really very simple. Instead of traveling to six years after the Cell Games, we ended up traveling thirty-five years after the Cell Games. For some, unknown reason…"
M. Pan's glare intensified, and M. Trunks could have sworn he smelled the hair on his arms singing, "Alright, buddy, that explains why there are two of YOU. Now to the two of me and dead mother part."
Trunks swallowed. He really didn't want to tell her this. "Um, well, you see, it's seems that you were born in this timeline too, and well, your mother didn't die here, and umm…"
Gohan took over with a smile. "Hi Pan. My name's Gohan. I'm your father."
Pan froze for a second, then with an expression of studied calm, she pushed her two children to one side. She stood carefully, and then, with an incoherent roar of rage, she tackled Gohan, knocking him over the back of the couch.
"Oh, crap," Trunks jumped over the back of the couch, pulling the snarling M. Pan off of the confused Gohan, "Pan, no, no honey, he didn't do it. I know Gohan—we were wrong. Your mother must have told you the truth after all…shhh…" M. Trunks comforted M. Pan as she bit her lip and cried into his shoulder.
Videl looked on confused, as Gohan stared up at Mirai Pan rubbing his neck where she had grabbed it. "Umm, maybe we should go somewhere private and discuss this," Videl ventured.
M. Pan took a deep breath and nodded. Skirting warily around Gohan, she marched firmly out the door into the back yard, followed closely by Videl, while the still bewildered Gohan trailed behind.
M. Trunks sighed as door slammed shut, and turned to see curious eyes staring up at him. "Umm, yeah…"
Goku, who was now sitting next to the Chibi's on the couch with Vegeta, looked curiously at Mirai Trunks, "Care to try explaining that?"
M. Trunks bit his lip. "Not really."
Vegeta eyed Mirai Trunks and snorted. "Fine. Then you can explain a few things to me," Vegeta stood up, grabbing Mirai Trunks by the arm, dragging him from the room.
M. Trunks sighed. *Oh, great. Just what I needed. I just woke up from my LAST 'little talk' with Vegeta…*
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Bulma watched her husband drag her Mirai son down the hall, and heard the slam as the room to the gravity chamber closed. She shrugged. "Oh well. Looks like we've gotta wake someone else up. We're all out of people to provide explanations," Bulma smiled, "Good thing we have a couple extra."
Even Goku smiled at this. Bulma left the room for a moment, and reappeared with a long syringe, much like the one she had intended on using on Mirai Trunks earlier, in each hand.
Two identical screams of horror rang out through the room, as Goku, followed quickly by Chibi Goku fell off the couch in their scrambling haste to get away from the deadly needles.
Bulma was a bit startled at the reaction from Chibi Goku. She'd expected it from Goku, but apparently her grandson had inherited more than just Goku's name.
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Come on you guys! It'd be wasteful to use a senzu bean to wake them up—they're just unconscious."
Goku and Chibi Goku clung to each other, huddled in the corner whimpering, "N-no needles.." Chibi Goku whined.
Chibi Vegeta rolled his eyes at Bulma, "Go-chan doesn't really like needles," he explained, seriously.
Bulma nodded in agreement. "I can see that."
Approaching Trunks with the first syringe, Chibi-Goku let out another piercing scream, rendering the needles useless. Trunks and Pan shot up from the couch and into fighting stance quicker than a blink, although they retained a somewhat dazed look in their eyes.
Spying no imminent danger, Trunks grasped his head. "Ugh, what happened?"
Pan rubbed her forehead with the heel of her hand. "That's what I'd like to know."
From across the room, a stifled shout sounded, and Chibi Goku flung himself at Trunks' legs, "You're ok! She didn't get you with that horrible needle!"
Trunks' eyes began to grow dazed once again, his knees began to sag, and then a voice called out from across the room, "Don't you DARE Trunks!"
Trunks tightened his knees and forced himself to stand upright. No one disobeyed
Bulma.
Bulma opened her mouth to attempt an explanation to the white and shaken Trunks and Pan, when suddenly the doorbell rang. Bulma herself became a bit white and shaken and gasped, "Oh no! Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no! The party! With everything that's been happening, I TOTALLY FORGOT we were having a party to celebrate Panny's graduation today!"
Pan's eyes widened a bit. That party wasn't supposed to start for another two hours—she'd been out longer than she'd thought!
Bulma rushed off to get the door, shouting over her shoulder, "You explain it, Goku!"
Goku had finally climbed out of his hiding place in the corner, though he was still eyeing the needles warily. Sitting on the couch next to Chibi- Vegeta, he looked across the room to see his grand-daughter, Pan, standing white as a sheet next to the quaking Trunks, who was looking wide-eyed back and forth from Chibi-Goku, who was still clutching at his leg, to Chibi- Vegeta on the couch.
Goku smiled and cleared his throat. "You two better sit down. We've got a lot to talk about."
***Ugh, lame! I know this is dragging out, but the next chapter will be a good one, I promise—everything is revealed, next time! R&R please!***