Disclaimer:
Let's keep this between
You and me
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DBZ!
Funny you say
I do own it?
What are you on?
Can I have a hit?
Just kidding you know
I don't smoke
You kids out there—
SAY NO TO DOPE!
A/N—Second chapter in two days! Aren't you all just so proud of me?!
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Bra blinked in astonishment as Krillin walked up, being towed behind two eager Chibi's who attacked the buffet style lunch as soon as they arrived.
"Umm, Krillin?" Bra asked hesitantly, watching the spectacle unfold, "Who are your friends?"
Goten's eyes widened as he lowered his bowl of rice enough to see what Bra was talking about. Levitating next to the table were two identical chibi's with purple hair, who were sporting replicas of the infamous Vegeta flame- do.
Krillin scratched his head, an unconscious gesture learned from long association with Goku, "Uhh, well, I actually just met them. They say that their names are Vegeta and Goku. I thought that maybe one of YOU might know who they were."
Chibi Goku and Chibi Vegeta looked up as they were introduced, and flashed the startled Bra and Goten what appeared to be the patented Son Grin™. Goten blinked and turned to Krillin, who was watching curiously as the chibi's devoured massive quantities of food. "Uhh, I think I see what you mean."
Bra smiled sweetly at the twins who had gotten into the barbecued ribs. Reaching out, she wiped a smear of barbecue sauce from Chibi Vegeta's nose, "So, cutie—what are you two doing here," she asked in her friendliest voice.
Veggie, who had flinched back a bit when Bra wiped off the barbecue sauce, smiled sunnily back at the friendly tone. "Daddy's inside talking to grandpa, and we were REALLY bored." Chibi Vegeta confided.
"Yeah, so we decided to come out here with you, grandma," Chibi Goku, piped up through a mouthful of hodog, mistaking Bra for Bulma.
"GRANDMA!" Bra screeched, causing all in the nearby vicinity to cover their ears—she had inherited more than her looks from Bulma, "What are you TALKING about, kid?!"
Chibi Goku's eyes widened, and he backed fearfully away, hotdog forgotten in his hand. "S-sorry…I d-didn't mean to…"
Looking at the two wide-eyed chibi's clinging together fearfully, Bra's eyes softened and she felt a flush of guilt at their reaction, "Hey, it's ok! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled. Why did you think I was your grandmother, hon?" she asked, soothingly.
Chibi Goku blinked and bit his lip, "Well, you look just like her. Our grandma's name is Bulma," he added, hoping this would clear things up.
Krillin, and Yamcha who had just walked up, looked astonished at this news. Bra and Goten couldn't have been more pole-axed if Cell showed up and announced he wanted to be friends. "Y-your grandmother?" Bra stuttered. "Your father's name wouldn't happen to be Trunks, would it guys?" Bra asked hesitantly—despite the resemblance, it was just impossible—there was no way her brother could have two kids and her not know about it!
Chibi Goku smiled, his fear forgotten, "You know our daddy?"
Bra's knees gave out, and Goten had to catch her before she hit the ground. No less astonished were Krillin, who managed to remain standing, and Yamcha, who, unfortunately, now sat on the ground.
"Oh…My….God…." Bra breathed in long astonished gasps.
"Tell me about it," muttered Yamcha, climbing to his feet, rubbing his sore backside.
Krillin just shook his head in mute amazement as the two chibi's, after a curious glance at the hyperventilating adults, attacked the buffet once again. "With those appetites, not to mention the hair, we should have known all along."
Bra shook her head dazedly, "Yeah, but Krillin, how is this possible? I mean he's my brother! How couldn't he have told me that he had children?"
Goten patted her shoulder gently, "He's my best friend and he never told me either Bra. He must have been keeping them a secret from Vegeta."
Bra nodded her head slowly—it made sense. If her father found out that Trunks had had children out of wed—err—mate-lock, he'd have been furious. Now, however, the cat was apparently out of the bag. Bra went from bewildered to beaming in five seconds flat. Not only did she have nephews, but they were the CUTEST KIDS IN THE WORLD, she thought fondly, watching Chibi Goku stuff five hamburgers into his mouth at once.
Grabbing each of the chibi's by an arm, Bra steered them off into the crowd, determined that she not lose her new relatives no matter HOW her father's conversation with Trunks turned out. It was Bra's job to make news of the twins so widespread that not even VEGETA could hide it. It was a job she would relish. Putting her powers to work, Bra set off to introduce the Z-senshi to Chibi Vegeta and Chibi Goku---her nephews!
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Vegeta slammed into the wall of the gravity room once again.
Mirai Trunks growled angrily as his father pushed himself to his feet, "Fight, damn it! Why won't you fight me?!"
"Because I don't want to," Vegeta said simply. "When I said I wanted to come in here for a discussion, that's exactly what I meant."
"Then why did you tell me to fight you," M. Trunks sneered.
Vegeta's lips twitched for a moment. "You let me win earlier brat, and it pissed me off. I—didn't consider the reasoning behind it. Also, I wanted to see what kind of progress you've made."
Mirai Trunks glared disbelievingly at his father, but said nothing.
Vegeta sighed, and put a hand to his forehead, a gesture of emotion he would never have permitted thirty-five years ago, when M. Trunks had known him. "Why is it so hard for you to believe, boy—why is it so hard to accept that I've changed?"
M. Trunks shook his head ruefully. "You know, the last time we had a conversation anywhere near this long, I was bleeding from more wounds than I could count."
"So was I," Vegeta pointed out.
"Yeah, but it wasn't MY idea," M. Trunks interrupted angrily, "The only way you would talk to me is if you had beaten me into submission first—let me know that you were better than me and that I would always be your inferior—unworthy of being your son."
Vegeta was startled for a moment—he'd never known the boy had felt like that. Summoning his courage, Vegeta did the hardest thing he'd ever done—he'd done it a few times before in his life, but each time, it was always the hardest. "I'm sorry."
M. Trunks blinked in astonishment at the words he had just heard come out of his father's mouth. "W-what?"
Vegeta grimaced, "Don't make me say it again, boy. You heard me. I never—meant that. What you felt, I mean," Vegeta said, trying to get the words out.
Trunks blinked again, and hesitantly stood upright. He flinched as Vegeta stepped towards him, as if expecting a blow. Vegeta reached out and put a hand on M. Trunks' shoulder, in a gesture he had unwittingly picked up from Goku as he looked for ways to express his newly expressable emotions as the years went by, "I am proud of you Trunks."
Trunks was motionless with astonishment as Vegeta stepped back to assess his reaction. Smirking, Vegeta decided he had done well, by the shock in his son's eyes. "Well then, boy—now that that's settled, how about we spar for real, and you show me just how much you've learned." Vegeta smiled, and powered up to Super Saiyan 2, "I've learned that trick as well," he said, referring to the fact that Trunks was still powered up as well.
Mirai Trunks smirked back at his father. Whatever else had changed, Vegeta would always be Vegeta—and Vegeta loved a good fight. His soul somehow lighter, M. Trunks crouched down, on the defensive, determined to show his father he had a reason to be proud.
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Mirai Pan pulled back from Videl's shoulder and chuckled weakly as she tried to blot away the tears that stained her face.
M. Pan jerked back, startled, as a handkerchief was thrust in her direction. Looking up into the earnest face of the man she now knew to be her father, Pan smiled hesitantly and took what he offered.
Gohan's face was purposely gentle on the outside, but inside he seethed. It was the helpless sort of fury felt by a parent when they discover they have failed to protect the one they love the most.
Sensing this, Videl laid a calming hand on his shoulder. Pan looked curiously at the exchange, and cocked an eyebrow at her mother, long dead, now miraculously returned to her.
"He's just angry," Videl explained, "he feels like he let you down."
Gohan turned to Mirai Pan, his face flushed, and a suspicious glint in his eyes, "Pan, just tell me who did this to you. I promise you, he'll never do this to another woman—if I have to borrow Mirai Trunks' time machine to do it, so be it!"
M. Pan blinked, unused to being on the receiving side of such a display of parental protectiveness. Smirking a bit, she took a long steadying breath. "It's ok—he's already dead. I mentioned his name to Trunks, and a few days later I heard a report on the radio that he had been found dead. Cause unknown. Trunks would never admit that it was him, but…" Pan trailed off.
His burning anger partially satisfied, Gohan grinned fiercely. He had a feeling that he was going to like his new son-in-law. Standing up, Gohan lent a hand to Videl, then offered one to Mirai Pan.
Mirai Pan glanced hesitantly at it, then, nodding firmly, accepted Gohan's grasp, and allowed him to pull her to her feet.
As the reconciled trio turned and headed back towards the waiting party, they were astonished to hear a large bang. After a moment's pause, the three hurried their pace, anxious to see what had happened.
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"And so that's it," Goku finished. "Understand?"
Trunks shook his head, still a bit dazed, "So, somehow, we met in this alternate timeline, and married—and had two kids?"
Goku nodded cheerfully, "Uh huh!"
"But, what about our ages," Trunks argued, "he's too old for her!"
"Well, actually, while M. Pan's the same age as our Pan," Goku explained, "she was born earlier in that timeline. She and Mirai Trunks are only four years apart."
"Oh," Trunks blinked, and counted off on his fingers, "That means that Mirai Trunks is only….twenty-six?! No fair, I have a twin brother who's more than ten years younger than me! I am NOT going to be the one called Chibi," Trunks finished somewhat petulantly.
"What did you mean, too old," asked Pan asked, looking at Trunks strangely, "You know Saiyans live longer than humans—age doesn't matter!"
Trunks looked at Pan in disagreement, but Goku smiled at his granddaughter and replied mysteriously, "You're right Panny, some things are just meant to be."
Trunks' jaw dropped when he heard Goku—Goku of all people—say that. Just as he was about to reply, however, the house was shook by a thundering rumble.
Motioning for them to stay put, Goku left the two sitting on the couch as he went to investigate. Trunks looked nervously at Pan, who was smiling as if she knew some secret he did not. Some things were just meant to be.
***What was THAT?! Uh oh, someone blew something up! Find out what, next time! Hope you liked it, R&R please! BTW, don't tell me Vegeta's OOC! I know he is, but allowing for change over time, I don't think it's really that unrealistic!***
*Advertizing*--An Experience by Sparrow. Ok, VERY funny fic. What's the ONLY experience on Earth a hardened Saiyan like Vegeta would compare to battle? Shoe shopping with Bulma at an 80% off sale, of course!
Let's keep this between
You and me
I don't own,
DBZ!
Funny you say
I do own it?
What are you on?
Can I have a hit?
Just kidding you know
I don't smoke
You kids out there—
SAY NO TO DOPE!
A/N—Second chapter in two days! Aren't you all just so proud of me?!
_____________
Bra blinked in astonishment as Krillin walked up, being towed behind two eager Chibi's who attacked the buffet style lunch as soon as they arrived.
"Umm, Krillin?" Bra asked hesitantly, watching the spectacle unfold, "Who are your friends?"
Goten's eyes widened as he lowered his bowl of rice enough to see what Bra was talking about. Levitating next to the table were two identical chibi's with purple hair, who were sporting replicas of the infamous Vegeta flame- do.
Krillin scratched his head, an unconscious gesture learned from long association with Goku, "Uhh, well, I actually just met them. They say that their names are Vegeta and Goku. I thought that maybe one of YOU might know who they were."
Chibi Goku and Chibi Vegeta looked up as they were introduced, and flashed the startled Bra and Goten what appeared to be the patented Son Grin™. Goten blinked and turned to Krillin, who was watching curiously as the chibi's devoured massive quantities of food. "Uhh, I think I see what you mean."
Bra smiled sweetly at the twins who had gotten into the barbecued ribs. Reaching out, she wiped a smear of barbecue sauce from Chibi Vegeta's nose, "So, cutie—what are you two doing here," she asked in her friendliest voice.
Veggie, who had flinched back a bit when Bra wiped off the barbecue sauce, smiled sunnily back at the friendly tone. "Daddy's inside talking to grandpa, and we were REALLY bored." Chibi Vegeta confided.
"Yeah, so we decided to come out here with you, grandma," Chibi Goku, piped up through a mouthful of hodog, mistaking Bra for Bulma.
"GRANDMA!" Bra screeched, causing all in the nearby vicinity to cover their ears—she had inherited more than her looks from Bulma, "What are you TALKING about, kid?!"
Chibi Goku's eyes widened, and he backed fearfully away, hotdog forgotten in his hand. "S-sorry…I d-didn't mean to…"
Looking at the two wide-eyed chibi's clinging together fearfully, Bra's eyes softened and she felt a flush of guilt at their reaction, "Hey, it's ok! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled. Why did you think I was your grandmother, hon?" she asked, soothingly.
Chibi Goku blinked and bit his lip, "Well, you look just like her. Our grandma's name is Bulma," he added, hoping this would clear things up.
Krillin, and Yamcha who had just walked up, looked astonished at this news. Bra and Goten couldn't have been more pole-axed if Cell showed up and announced he wanted to be friends. "Y-your grandmother?" Bra stuttered. "Your father's name wouldn't happen to be Trunks, would it guys?" Bra asked hesitantly—despite the resemblance, it was just impossible—there was no way her brother could have two kids and her not know about it!
Chibi Goku smiled, his fear forgotten, "You know our daddy?"
Bra's knees gave out, and Goten had to catch her before she hit the ground. No less astonished were Krillin, who managed to remain standing, and Yamcha, who, unfortunately, now sat on the ground.
"Oh…My….God…." Bra breathed in long astonished gasps.
"Tell me about it," muttered Yamcha, climbing to his feet, rubbing his sore backside.
Krillin just shook his head in mute amazement as the two chibi's, after a curious glance at the hyperventilating adults, attacked the buffet once again. "With those appetites, not to mention the hair, we should have known all along."
Bra shook her head dazedly, "Yeah, but Krillin, how is this possible? I mean he's my brother! How couldn't he have told me that he had children?"
Goten patted her shoulder gently, "He's my best friend and he never told me either Bra. He must have been keeping them a secret from Vegeta."
Bra nodded her head slowly—it made sense. If her father found out that Trunks had had children out of wed—err—mate-lock, he'd have been furious. Now, however, the cat was apparently out of the bag. Bra went from bewildered to beaming in five seconds flat. Not only did she have nephews, but they were the CUTEST KIDS IN THE WORLD, she thought fondly, watching Chibi Goku stuff five hamburgers into his mouth at once.
Grabbing each of the chibi's by an arm, Bra steered them off into the crowd, determined that she not lose her new relatives no matter HOW her father's conversation with Trunks turned out. It was Bra's job to make news of the twins so widespread that not even VEGETA could hide it. It was a job she would relish. Putting her powers to work, Bra set off to introduce the Z-senshi to Chibi Vegeta and Chibi Goku---her nephews!
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Vegeta slammed into the wall of the gravity room once again.
Mirai Trunks growled angrily as his father pushed himself to his feet, "Fight, damn it! Why won't you fight me?!"
"Because I don't want to," Vegeta said simply. "When I said I wanted to come in here for a discussion, that's exactly what I meant."
"Then why did you tell me to fight you," M. Trunks sneered.
Vegeta's lips twitched for a moment. "You let me win earlier brat, and it pissed me off. I—didn't consider the reasoning behind it. Also, I wanted to see what kind of progress you've made."
Mirai Trunks glared disbelievingly at his father, but said nothing.
Vegeta sighed, and put a hand to his forehead, a gesture of emotion he would never have permitted thirty-five years ago, when M. Trunks had known him. "Why is it so hard for you to believe, boy—why is it so hard to accept that I've changed?"
M. Trunks shook his head ruefully. "You know, the last time we had a conversation anywhere near this long, I was bleeding from more wounds than I could count."
"So was I," Vegeta pointed out.
"Yeah, but it wasn't MY idea," M. Trunks interrupted angrily, "The only way you would talk to me is if you had beaten me into submission first—let me know that you were better than me and that I would always be your inferior—unworthy of being your son."
Vegeta was startled for a moment—he'd never known the boy had felt like that. Summoning his courage, Vegeta did the hardest thing he'd ever done—he'd done it a few times before in his life, but each time, it was always the hardest. "I'm sorry."
M. Trunks blinked in astonishment at the words he had just heard come out of his father's mouth. "W-what?"
Vegeta grimaced, "Don't make me say it again, boy. You heard me. I never—meant that. What you felt, I mean," Vegeta said, trying to get the words out.
Trunks blinked again, and hesitantly stood upright. He flinched as Vegeta stepped towards him, as if expecting a blow. Vegeta reached out and put a hand on M. Trunks' shoulder, in a gesture he had unwittingly picked up from Goku as he looked for ways to express his newly expressable emotions as the years went by, "I am proud of you Trunks."
Trunks was motionless with astonishment as Vegeta stepped back to assess his reaction. Smirking, Vegeta decided he had done well, by the shock in his son's eyes. "Well then, boy—now that that's settled, how about we spar for real, and you show me just how much you've learned." Vegeta smiled, and powered up to Super Saiyan 2, "I've learned that trick as well," he said, referring to the fact that Trunks was still powered up as well.
Mirai Trunks smirked back at his father. Whatever else had changed, Vegeta would always be Vegeta—and Vegeta loved a good fight. His soul somehow lighter, M. Trunks crouched down, on the defensive, determined to show his father he had a reason to be proud.
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Mirai Pan pulled back from Videl's shoulder and chuckled weakly as she tried to blot away the tears that stained her face.
M. Pan jerked back, startled, as a handkerchief was thrust in her direction. Looking up into the earnest face of the man she now knew to be her father, Pan smiled hesitantly and took what he offered.
Gohan's face was purposely gentle on the outside, but inside he seethed. It was the helpless sort of fury felt by a parent when they discover they have failed to protect the one they love the most.
Sensing this, Videl laid a calming hand on his shoulder. Pan looked curiously at the exchange, and cocked an eyebrow at her mother, long dead, now miraculously returned to her.
"He's just angry," Videl explained, "he feels like he let you down."
Gohan turned to Mirai Pan, his face flushed, and a suspicious glint in his eyes, "Pan, just tell me who did this to you. I promise you, he'll never do this to another woman—if I have to borrow Mirai Trunks' time machine to do it, so be it!"
M. Pan blinked, unused to being on the receiving side of such a display of parental protectiveness. Smirking a bit, she took a long steadying breath. "It's ok—he's already dead. I mentioned his name to Trunks, and a few days later I heard a report on the radio that he had been found dead. Cause unknown. Trunks would never admit that it was him, but…" Pan trailed off.
His burning anger partially satisfied, Gohan grinned fiercely. He had a feeling that he was going to like his new son-in-law. Standing up, Gohan lent a hand to Videl, then offered one to Mirai Pan.
Mirai Pan glanced hesitantly at it, then, nodding firmly, accepted Gohan's grasp, and allowed him to pull her to her feet.
As the reconciled trio turned and headed back towards the waiting party, they were astonished to hear a large bang. After a moment's pause, the three hurried their pace, anxious to see what had happened.
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"And so that's it," Goku finished. "Understand?"
Trunks shook his head, still a bit dazed, "So, somehow, we met in this alternate timeline, and married—and had two kids?"
Goku nodded cheerfully, "Uh huh!"
"But, what about our ages," Trunks argued, "he's too old for her!"
"Well, actually, while M. Pan's the same age as our Pan," Goku explained, "she was born earlier in that timeline. She and Mirai Trunks are only four years apart."
"Oh," Trunks blinked, and counted off on his fingers, "That means that Mirai Trunks is only….twenty-six?! No fair, I have a twin brother who's more than ten years younger than me! I am NOT going to be the one called Chibi," Trunks finished somewhat petulantly.
"What did you mean, too old," asked Pan asked, looking at Trunks strangely, "You know Saiyans live longer than humans—age doesn't matter!"
Trunks looked at Pan in disagreement, but Goku smiled at his granddaughter and replied mysteriously, "You're right Panny, some things are just meant to be."
Trunks' jaw dropped when he heard Goku—Goku of all people—say that. Just as he was about to reply, however, the house was shook by a thundering rumble.
Motioning for them to stay put, Goku left the two sitting on the couch as he went to investigate. Trunks looked nervously at Pan, who was smiling as if she knew some secret he did not. Some things were just meant to be.
***What was THAT?! Uh oh, someone blew something up! Find out what, next time! Hope you liked it, R&R please! BTW, don't tell me Vegeta's OOC! I know he is, but allowing for change over time, I don't think it's really that unrealistic!***
*Advertizing*--An Experience by Sparrow. Ok, VERY funny fic. What's the ONLY experience on Earth a hardened Saiyan like Vegeta would compare to battle? Shoe shopping with Bulma at an 80% off sale, of course!