Chapter 22

In the canteen Trunks whined.

"Ai-ai-ai-ai!!! OKASAN! Your embarrassing me here!!!" flinching he was dragged through the canteen, hitting the breaks when he saw...himself? "Who are you?" Mirai thought for a moment then smirked like his father.

"I am you. And I'm not. It seems Tousan has degraded you. I'm now heir, oh before I forget...good luck in school. Ask Okasan about me, she'll explain." Bulma snorted as she dragged him past Mirai who glanced around for a place to put his jacket. Perhaps the throne room? Running back he stopped before the six guards, it still creeped him a bit.

"Do you have to stand all day like that?" he wondered, clasping his sword and jacket. "Hai my prince, we do." He stated. Mirai sweat dropped. "Um...can't you just call me um...Mirai?" "Out of the question." was the quick and cool responded. He smiled soar. "Thought as much..." strolling to the throne he draped the jacked over the armrest of the throne he had been sitting previously. NO WAY he was sitting in his Tousan's. Sula strolled inside and eyed how Mirai glanced around the wrong throne, hopping up and down a bit. Unconvertible ne?

"So bonded with your Tousan? Strange couple you'd make." She snickered. Red Mirai peered at her as she strolled closer. Embarrassed he eyed the throne he sat in.

"This is the wrong one?" he wondered shy. Sula winched. Damn he flushed quick. "Not used at all to this aren't you?" she asked instead. He shook his head. "Not at all...it's all a bit overwhelming to be honest. Oh...do you need some help?" He rose quickly when she made indication of trying to ascent the steps. Stunned she glanced up.

"Uh...yes if you don't mind...I could ask the guard..." Mirai waved that away. "Como one I'm closest aren't I, now give me your hand." Helping her up he frowned when she flopped in his just abandoned chair. Now what...She rubbed her hands together.

"Alright, I'll tell you some things before we start. Sit." She pointed at the...chair of this Tousan. He shook his head, his hair sweeping back and forth.

"No thank you." He declined. She sighed. "It's just a chair, it won't bite you!" He flustered again. "I see that! But it's Tousan's!" "So, when Vegeta sits in a kitchen chair sometimes you won't sit in it after?" He sighed. "Not that I had the chance to do that lately, but yes, I would have sat in that chair."

"Then keep your mouth shut and sit down!" Frowning Mirai turned with his rear to the biggest throne, pleading at Sula to say other wise. She pointed with her chin down. Sighing pitiful he plopped down, shifting uneasy, making himself very compact.

"That's better. Now, what do you know about leadership." It remained awfully quiet on her right. "Nothing? Absolutely?"

"Sorry." she frowned. "First lesson, a crown prince does not apologise even if he know he's wrong to minions." He nodded short before glancing at her.

"Not ever?" "Never." He frowned. "That will be hard..." Sula snickered. What a cute softy! Too bad Vegeta picked him to rule. Now he had to toughen up.

2 hours later Mirai's stomach growled as he himself yawned. He had long since dropped the 'oh I'm sitting in Tousan's throne' act and hung instead of sitting.

"So...I usually have to yell before I get things done. Got it. Can we go eat? I'm starving! Oh...I made a mistake again didn't I..." Sula nodded solemnly. He growled moody.

"DAMMIT! I'll never get the hang of this, ask me to kill Freeza and I can fix that but lead? BY KAMI! NOW I WANT SOME FOOD!" Sula glanced up, was that Vegeta's bellow? Glancing beside her she saw Mirai hopping down and strolling to the doors. Where was he going? He stopped looking behind him.

"Coming?" She nodded bewildered, carefully stepping down before joining him. He slowed down so she could easily follow when the Chef ran towards them.

"Your highness...Canteen...fight...Aw my poor furniture!" Mirai sighed as Sula shrugged. "Your first job as crown-prince it seems." he snorted. She smirked, so like his father when pissed tired, and moody.

"Alright, where was the canteen again?" The Chef quickly guided him to his domain. And before arriving they could hear chairs breaking and a few Saiyan's cursing. The Chef whined, his new furniture, renewed after a previous fight...they stood in the doorway as before them five Saiyan's were fighting, the others howling them to bash the others head in, some actually 'helping' their favourite. Mirai smelled the cooking and again his stomach growled. Impatient he watched the fight escalating as beside him Sula glanced up at him. When would he step in?

"STOP IT!" she smirked, pretty soon for a beginner. Good boy. He glared around. "I want to kno..." he stopped as someone didn't seem to hear well...He stalked through the canteen, Saiyan's darting away form his path as he grabbed the armour of the Saiyan, being Karas from Sula's own team and with ease lifted him from the ground. "As I SAID, who started it?" It was silent in the canteen as Chef inched back to his kitchen. "WELL?" Karas chocked out his name from above.

"I started...but not alone." Mirai tossed him hard on the ground before him. "We have one, now who was the second?" he asked calm. But the Saiyan's feared calm coherent speech more then furious shouting. Fighting to keep his temper down Mirai peered at the group before him. Karas glanced sneaky at Dogen who stood stiff. Mirai noticed it and his eyes turned to slits.

"Now don't be shy to speak up..." He added dangerously low as the scent from the kitchen made his mouth water.

"I did as well." Dogen finally admitted. Mirai nodded. FINALLY he was getting somewhere. "Any more? Or just the two of you?" "Only us." Sounded from below. "Good, follow me and shut up." Nervous Karas rose and followed with his enemy behind him. The others held their breaths to see what happened next. They didn't know him, and he would rule them in Vegeta's absence...

Mirai flopped down at an empty table, waving Sula over who lingered a bit near the fighters, Solar and her team members...

"Clean that mess up fools!" She hissed before walking over. He then waved her to sit as the Chef walked over with a plate of food. He had heard the boys previous holler form the throne room. Placing the plate down before Mirai, Mirai himself barely stopped himself in thanking him. Nodding instead.

"Sula want some too?" he asked. "Yes please." Glancing up at the Chef, the man nodded and walked away again. "So..." He stated, peeling a banana. "Humour me, why did you two bash the others head in." In the back, at the door, Vegeta pushed against the wall, straining to hear what his 'eldest' brat was ordering about...awfully quite now though...Now he couldn't listen very well, better go to the kitchen where he sat closest too. Inching away he ran down the hall and entered the kitchen area. Not surprised the Chef greeted him.

'Well my king, your scheme worked. It didn't take too long before they nearly choked the other. But I must say your eldest is a bit moody when hungry." Vegeta blinked.

"That goody two shoe? Lets just state that I am surprised as well. Perhaps he changed a bit over the years he was in that other place." Vegeta mumbled.

"WELL?" he heard Mirai's voice. Vegeta flinched...that sounded like his Tousan..." "The kid inherited your Tousan's voice if I'm not mistaken." Chef added absently, finishing with Sula's dinner plate. Vegeta nodded, inching to the doors after handing Chef a note to be hidden in her plate.

"Do I have to beat it out? I'm NOT in the MOOD!" Vegeta snickered as the door closed after Chef's departure. Damned brat had some fire going here! He underestimated him. True he knew the boy flushed a bit too often and soon to his annoyance but he did inherit his genes! Amazing how opposite his two sons were, and actually were the same person too. Suddenly light flashed from the canteen, golden. Chef quickly re-entered with big eyes.

"Me thinks your boy is a bit annoyed..." He stated impressed. Quickly brushing past Vegeta. Curious Vegeta peered through the window and snickered. He turned super Saiyan? Well it was more impressive then plain yelling...

"For the LAST TIME! WHY DID YOU TWO FIGHT!" Mirai glared with green eyes at the shivering couple. Kakarott Super Saiyan was one thing, Vegeta was two, but this was unknown SUPER SAIYAN guy!

"Um, THEY are cheating with the score list!" Dogen shouted. Angry Karas glared in his face. "PROVE IT!" Mirai in super Saiyan stage flashed his aura in anger.

"SHUT UP!" he roared. Both timidly glanced at their boots. "Now then!" he flashed back normal, his hair softly falling down in their usual straight colour. "What is this score list you were blabbering about." They pointed at a map with names and points. Mirai stalked over with a sandwich. Peering at the chart. What the hell was this? Team...missions...points...easy enough. But he had no idea how he could find out..."Isn't there a person independent from the teams who updates this?" Eating he pointed at the chart, asking randomly. They shook their heads. he sighed.

"Talking about asking for trouble. Alright then, lets see...whom do all teams trust? Give me some names." One was called more the others.

"CHEF! Come here for a moment!" Mirai bellowed. Vegeta blinked as reluctantly Chef cleaned his hands and left the kitchen again. He stood before the prince who seemed more cooled down. He absently noted the sort of sandwich the prince was eating. "Chef, I'm extending your tasks a bit. You will be the only one allowed to change data here from now on. As first job I want...In what teams are you two?" Sula had a very bad feeling about this...

"Sula.." One stated. "Solar." The next. He glanced at a pale Sula. "You will hate my guts but..." She gulped when he lifted his hand and erased both teams scores...ALL of them! Solar ran inside panting and whimpered at the sighed. NO!!!! Sula sobbed a bit.

"As a penalty for fighting about scores, cheating or not, you both will start form the beginning. I suppose this will make you very unpopular in your team but frankly...I don't care..." Mirai noted some very angry faces peering at the two men nearest to him. Even Sula's face turned red a bit. "I heard from my Tousan we have and excellent sickbay. Just for the record. Fighting will only occur OUTSIDE. And NOT to the death. Understood?" the whole canteen nodded. "Alright, Chef? As I said before, you will gather the information once a week and update it. You'll also keep a second log of it so you can check it out of someone hollers the other is cheating. Okay?" He nodded.

"I can do that. Like some more sandwiches your highness?" Absently Mirai glanced at his nearly eaten sandwich.

"Hmm? Oh no, it's fine. Now that's solved..."He strolled past Sula who immediately stalked to Karas, her team behind her. she shook in fury. Grabbing his armour she heard Mirai tusking as he walked back to his table. WHAT? Did he have eyes in his back as well? "Mosha, Mendar, Rolan...show him 'outside' how disappointed we are?" happily they nodded, cracking hands as Karas glanced for help at Mirai.

Solar stood pissed next to Sula. "Mena, Enda, Wondai? We're 'disappointed' too...aren't we?" they cracked their fingers as well, advancing at the two.

"Very much so..." They replied. Both men inched to the so hated score chart.

"Um...your highness?" Mirai flinched, managing to hide it though. Even if Vegeta was the only one noticing.

"Like I said, good facilities." He responded. Suddenly losing interest in food as the two were dragged out. He tossed the left over sandwich back on the plate, shoving it away. Doubting his action he propped his head in his hand and shoved with a finger through the food. A Saiyan walked over and peered down. Tired Mirai glanced up, now what? His gaze lingered on the face though. He quickly sat up straight.

"Tousan? I thought you were at home!" Vegeta glanced snickering down at him as he sat down. "And miss this? I don't think so. Why the long face? You did well. It was a good idea." uncertain Mirai eyed him.

"You think so? I don't feel so good about it now though. Theoretical it sounded good, but I know that two men are having the shit being beaten out of then right now." Vegeta eyed the untouched plate.

"So? You fixed it up well, they now act as a team to correct one members behaviour. Believe me, those two won't fight anytime soon." Mirai sighed.

"I know...but it still spoiled my appetite." Vegeta rose snickering as Mirai glanced soar up.

"You'll get used to it, and the headaches..." He strolled away to the exit. "And the frustration, and the fights, and the nagging, and the..." The last was undefinable as Vegeta left the room and walked down the hall. "OKAY, YOU PROVED YOUR WORTH, BASE IS YOURS!" he hollered. Mirai smirked soar.

"Whoopee...I need a bed...."