Note: It looks like in this story I've got 9 yr old Trunks able to go Super Sayain 2 and Vegeta super 3. I don't know if he can or not, but he can in my sotry. Also, pay close attention when reading. It might get confusing between the two Vegetas in this chapter. Sorry about that.
Trunks looked up as another capsule appeared out of nowhere landing right next to the one his father and he had come in. His eyes widened with curiousity and even more when a young teenager stepped out. A boy that looked just like him, but older. This was too much! First he runs into a little kid that looks just like him, and now a big kid? How many look alikes could one person have?
The teenage boy looked around, his eyes widening when he noticed Trunks staring at him half in shock. "Oh no! This isn't right! I went too far back," the boy stomped a foot and sighed crossing his arms and shaking his head.
"What are you?!" Trunks demanded.
"I'm you...in the future," the teenager answered.
"You're not me!" Trunks was indignant as he crossed his arms and put all his
weight on one foot.
"Sorry, squirt, but I am. How old are you?"
"None of your business! And don't call me squirt or I'll blast you into next week!" Trunks warned.
"Blast me into 13. That's the age I was trying to go back to. Have you fought Majin Buu yet?"
"Are you completely stupid or just totally insane?" Trunks was rather perplexed by this teenager.
"You must be about 9. That's right in the middle of my brat years and you're sure acting like that age."
"Dude. I'm not the dilusional one here," Trunks walked inside the house and locked the door behind him. "Freak," he muttered, turning to notice Vegeta, early Bulma, and the little kid all staring at him. "Dad, there's some fruitcake out there that thinks he's me."
"So...," the four year old Trunks began walking around his older version, studying. "That's what I look like when I'm nine, huh?"
Trunks raised one eyebrow. "Go pester someone your own age."
Scowling, the younger Trunks clenched his fists and kicked him in the shin, then stuck out his tongue.
"Ow!" Trunks grabbed his leg and hopped on one foot. "You little brat!" he formed a low blast and slammed the child to to floor.
"Ow! Mommy!" the younger Trunks began crying.
"Trunks!" Vegeta grabbed his current son by the arm.
"What? He started it!" Trunks defended himself.
Everyone turned as the teenager walked into the house, his eyes widening as he looked from one to the other of everyone in the room and they did the same with him. "Ok...now this isn't possible...I better sit down," the teenager made his way to the couch
and sat.
"Oh my goodness!" Bulma looked over the oldest of the three Trunks. "How old are you?"
"Fourteen."
"And what brings YOU here?"
"Some big accident. Ok. This is completely weird. Where am I? I meant to go back to when I was thirteen to keep Dad from dying, but somehow I ended up here, but here doesn't make any sense. How can there be two completely different mes and one parent from two time frames all here at the same time?"
"These two just showed up here," Bulma explained. "I don't know anything more than that..."
"What do you mean keep me from dying?" Vegeta stepped in.
"You were killed last year in my timeline by this monster that's been ravishing the planet and I was trying to go back to before that happened and prevent it. I must have somehow pressed the wrong dates though," Trunks scratched his head trying to figure how it had happened that way.
"I'm here to talk to the Vegeta of this time frame. You've come back to when you were four and just happened to catch us in the act too. Somebody wasn't supposed to be here though," Vegeta scolwed at his child.
The older boy looked at Trunks, then to Vegeta with a small glare. "Doubtlessly. That was the age alright," he muttered.
"Look, this is all a big mistakes. Trunks," Vegeta turned first to the son of his own time. "go back in the ship we came in and wait there. You," he looked to the older one, "go back to your ship and enter in the time you were trying to get to, and I will have my talk with the Vegeta of this time. That oughta fix this whole thing."
"What is all the commotion out here?" Vegeta walked in the room, wiping the sweat from his face. He paused, looking around the room to see another Vegeta and two more older Trunks he wasn't familiar with. "Well, obviously I've missed something here."
"Yes, you have," Vegeta frowned, "and I don't intend on going over it again."
"Daddy, that's me," four year old Trunks pointed. "And that's me too. That one's cool... That one's mean, blow him up!" he pointed at the younger Trunks.
"Hush, brat!" past Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
Immediately the young child was quite, tensing up slightly.
Nine year old Trunks crossed his arms with a smirk. "I forgot how mean you used to be."
"Excuse me, did I just hear that come out of YOU?" past Vegeta's eyes widened as he started at the nervy nine year old.
The younger Trunks hid behind his mother's legs. "Wasn't me, Daddy!"
Trunks let out an arrogant laugh. "If I wanted to, I could go super sayain 2 right now and beat you up."
"Why you arrogant self-righteous little...!" all Vegeta's features hardened.
"Hey!" Vegeta stepped in front of his child. "Cool it!" he then turned to the boy. "You get back in the time capsule right now before I turn 3 and blow your butt to kingdom come!"
Trunks took a step back. He was ten times as strong as his past father, but his current one still had the advantage on him by far.
"Get moving!"
Trunks turned and left the house as his father had directed.
"Vegeta!" Bulma's eyes widened. "How could you treat our son that way?! I hoped you would mellow with age..."
"Don't even start, you haven't dealt with him at this age. Too much of me has
rubbed off on him. He's arrogant and pays attention to nothing but superior strength. That's partly what I'm here to correct."
"What IS there but superior strength anyway?" past Vegeta crossed his arms with a smirk.
"I wouldn't talk if were you..."
"But you ARE me," past Vegeta smirked further.
"The point is he's right. He could take you out in nothing flat. He'll have no respect for you, father or not of any time period, because he's got our same selfish arrogance. And even more so because I wasted so much time--the time you're at right now--spending no more time with him than training to make him better that Kakarot's children. And now that I've finally reached the point of realization...the realization that there is no winning where Kakarot is concerned...the realization that he will always be a step ahead...Trunks has taken the fall for that."
"It gets better," teenage Trunks interupted.
Both Vegetas looked at him.
"After the bad years...it gets a little bit better. I mean...nothing could really make up for everything, but..."
Vegeta turned just in time to be knocked backward by his nine year child as the front door was shattered by him. Trunks squinted his eyes and clenched his teeth, shaking just slightly. He'd been taken off guard by the blast of the monster outside. Somewhat startled, Vegeta looked from the child against his belly to the monster at the doorway that had done it.
A huge violet colored blob with two cat-like eyes and about six arms stood, mouth open and dripping slime. Quickly one of its tenticles shot out and grabbed the four year old child out of Bulma's arms. Bulma screamed, but before she could do anything the monster spit a blue blob onto her chest and she turned into a giant block of ice. The past Vegeta lunged at the creature, but was spit upon also.
Quickly Vegeta wrapped an arm around his child and jumped out of the way as another blue blob was shot. Immediately he formed a blast and shot the monster outside
the house.
"Here," he shoved his nine year old child into the arms of the fourteen year old and powered up, bolting out the door after the youngest of the three, still in the arms of the monster. Firing a destructo disk, he chopped the arm off the monster and caught the youngest Trunks.
Trunks eyes were wide and his body tense and stunned.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of this," nine year old Trunks flew out of the house in supersayain 2 form.
"Trunks, no!" Vegeta thrust out a hand and caught the child by the ankle, holding him back.
"Trunks will die. ...kill the baby," the monster slid into the time capsule teenaged Trunks had come in.
Before Vegeta could do anything more the capsule had vanished.
"Oh no, he must have crawled inside when I wasn't looking!" teenage Trunks rushed outside to see his capsule gone. "Where'd it go?" he was alarmed.
"What is that thing?" Vegeta turned his attention to the oldest child.
"That's the monster that killed you."
"But that thing isn't stronger than I am!"
"Not in the future, no, but right now he is. It was me he wanted to kill. He killed you in your sleep when you were defenseless."
Vegeta's eyes widened. "Everyone get in the time capsule, now!" Vegeta hurried inside and quickly set the date for when Trunks was eight months old.
"Dad, what's going on?" the nine year stood by his side.
"Go in the back room, and take mini-you along," Vegeta pried the youngest child's hands away from his neck, setting him on the floor. "Now!"
"We have to find him...," teenage Trunks started.
"He's gone to kill you as a baby," Vegeta glanced at him shortly as he pressed the
ignition button.
"What?" Trunks widened his eyes.
"If he succeeds none of you will ever exist."
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I'll Post one more chapter @ 2am PT, and the rest I'll be posting some time tomorrow. Thanks for reading!
Trunks looked up as another capsule appeared out of nowhere landing right next to the one his father and he had come in. His eyes widened with curiousity and even more when a young teenager stepped out. A boy that looked just like him, but older. This was too much! First he runs into a little kid that looks just like him, and now a big kid? How many look alikes could one person have?
The teenage boy looked around, his eyes widening when he noticed Trunks staring at him half in shock. "Oh no! This isn't right! I went too far back," the boy stomped a foot and sighed crossing his arms and shaking his head.
"What are you?!" Trunks demanded.
"I'm you...in the future," the teenager answered.
"You're not me!" Trunks was indignant as he crossed his arms and put all his
weight on one foot.
"Sorry, squirt, but I am. How old are you?"
"None of your business! And don't call me squirt or I'll blast you into next week!" Trunks warned.
"Blast me into 13. That's the age I was trying to go back to. Have you fought Majin Buu yet?"
"Are you completely stupid or just totally insane?" Trunks was rather perplexed by this teenager.
"You must be about 9. That's right in the middle of my brat years and you're sure acting like that age."
"Dude. I'm not the dilusional one here," Trunks walked inside the house and locked the door behind him. "Freak," he muttered, turning to notice Vegeta, early Bulma, and the little kid all staring at him. "Dad, there's some fruitcake out there that thinks he's me."
"So...," the four year old Trunks began walking around his older version, studying. "That's what I look like when I'm nine, huh?"
Trunks raised one eyebrow. "Go pester someone your own age."
Scowling, the younger Trunks clenched his fists and kicked him in the shin, then stuck out his tongue.
"Ow!" Trunks grabbed his leg and hopped on one foot. "You little brat!" he formed a low blast and slammed the child to to floor.
"Ow! Mommy!" the younger Trunks began crying.
"Trunks!" Vegeta grabbed his current son by the arm.
"What? He started it!" Trunks defended himself.
Everyone turned as the teenager walked into the house, his eyes widening as he looked from one to the other of everyone in the room and they did the same with him. "Ok...now this isn't possible...I better sit down," the teenager made his way to the couch
and sat.
"Oh my goodness!" Bulma looked over the oldest of the three Trunks. "How old are you?"
"Fourteen."
"And what brings YOU here?"
"Some big accident. Ok. This is completely weird. Where am I? I meant to go back to when I was thirteen to keep Dad from dying, but somehow I ended up here, but here doesn't make any sense. How can there be two completely different mes and one parent from two time frames all here at the same time?"
"These two just showed up here," Bulma explained. "I don't know anything more than that..."
"What do you mean keep me from dying?" Vegeta stepped in.
"You were killed last year in my timeline by this monster that's been ravishing the planet and I was trying to go back to before that happened and prevent it. I must have somehow pressed the wrong dates though," Trunks scratched his head trying to figure how it had happened that way.
"I'm here to talk to the Vegeta of this time frame. You've come back to when you were four and just happened to catch us in the act too. Somebody wasn't supposed to be here though," Vegeta scolwed at his child.
The older boy looked at Trunks, then to Vegeta with a small glare. "Doubtlessly. That was the age alright," he muttered.
"Look, this is all a big mistakes. Trunks," Vegeta turned first to the son of his own time. "go back in the ship we came in and wait there. You," he looked to the older one, "go back to your ship and enter in the time you were trying to get to, and I will have my talk with the Vegeta of this time. That oughta fix this whole thing."
"What is all the commotion out here?" Vegeta walked in the room, wiping the sweat from his face. He paused, looking around the room to see another Vegeta and two more older Trunks he wasn't familiar with. "Well, obviously I've missed something here."
"Yes, you have," Vegeta frowned, "and I don't intend on going over it again."
"Daddy, that's me," four year old Trunks pointed. "And that's me too. That one's cool... That one's mean, blow him up!" he pointed at the younger Trunks.
"Hush, brat!" past Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
Immediately the young child was quite, tensing up slightly.
Nine year old Trunks crossed his arms with a smirk. "I forgot how mean you used to be."
"Excuse me, did I just hear that come out of YOU?" past Vegeta's eyes widened as he started at the nervy nine year old.
The younger Trunks hid behind his mother's legs. "Wasn't me, Daddy!"
Trunks let out an arrogant laugh. "If I wanted to, I could go super sayain 2 right now and beat you up."
"Why you arrogant self-righteous little...!" all Vegeta's features hardened.
"Hey!" Vegeta stepped in front of his child. "Cool it!" he then turned to the boy. "You get back in the time capsule right now before I turn 3 and blow your butt to kingdom come!"
Trunks took a step back. He was ten times as strong as his past father, but his current one still had the advantage on him by far.
"Get moving!"
Trunks turned and left the house as his father had directed.
"Vegeta!" Bulma's eyes widened. "How could you treat our son that way?! I hoped you would mellow with age..."
"Don't even start, you haven't dealt with him at this age. Too much of me has
rubbed off on him. He's arrogant and pays attention to nothing but superior strength. That's partly what I'm here to correct."
"What IS there but superior strength anyway?" past Vegeta crossed his arms with a smirk.
"I wouldn't talk if were you..."
"But you ARE me," past Vegeta smirked further.
"The point is he's right. He could take you out in nothing flat. He'll have no respect for you, father or not of any time period, because he's got our same selfish arrogance. And even more so because I wasted so much time--the time you're at right now--spending no more time with him than training to make him better that Kakarot's children. And now that I've finally reached the point of realization...the realization that there is no winning where Kakarot is concerned...the realization that he will always be a step ahead...Trunks has taken the fall for that."
"It gets better," teenage Trunks interupted.
Both Vegetas looked at him.
"After the bad years...it gets a little bit better. I mean...nothing could really make up for everything, but..."
Vegeta turned just in time to be knocked backward by his nine year child as the front door was shattered by him. Trunks squinted his eyes and clenched his teeth, shaking just slightly. He'd been taken off guard by the blast of the monster outside. Somewhat startled, Vegeta looked from the child against his belly to the monster at the doorway that had done it.
A huge violet colored blob with two cat-like eyes and about six arms stood, mouth open and dripping slime. Quickly one of its tenticles shot out and grabbed the four year old child out of Bulma's arms. Bulma screamed, but before she could do anything the monster spit a blue blob onto her chest and she turned into a giant block of ice. The past Vegeta lunged at the creature, but was spit upon also.
Quickly Vegeta wrapped an arm around his child and jumped out of the way as another blue blob was shot. Immediately he formed a blast and shot the monster outside
the house.
"Here," he shoved his nine year old child into the arms of the fourteen year old and powered up, bolting out the door after the youngest of the three, still in the arms of the monster. Firing a destructo disk, he chopped the arm off the monster and caught the youngest Trunks.
Trunks eyes were wide and his body tense and stunned.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of this," nine year old Trunks flew out of the house in supersayain 2 form.
"Trunks, no!" Vegeta thrust out a hand and caught the child by the ankle, holding him back.
"Trunks will die. ...kill the baby," the monster slid into the time capsule teenaged Trunks had come in.
Before Vegeta could do anything more the capsule had vanished.
"Oh no, he must have crawled inside when I wasn't looking!" teenage Trunks rushed outside to see his capsule gone. "Where'd it go?" he was alarmed.
"What is that thing?" Vegeta turned his attention to the oldest child.
"That's the monster that killed you."
"But that thing isn't stronger than I am!"
"Not in the future, no, but right now he is. It was me he wanted to kill. He killed you in your sleep when you were defenseless."
Vegeta's eyes widened. "Everyone get in the time capsule, now!" Vegeta hurried inside and quickly set the date for when Trunks was eight months old.
"Dad, what's going on?" the nine year stood by his side.
"Go in the back room, and take mini-you along," Vegeta pried the youngest child's hands away from his neck, setting him on the floor. "Now!"
"We have to find him...," teenage Trunks started.
"He's gone to kill you as a baby," Vegeta glanced at him shortly as he pressed the
ignition button.
"What?" Trunks widened his eyes.
"If he succeeds none of you will ever exist."
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I'll Post one more chapter @ 2am PT, and the rest I'll be posting some time tomorrow. Thanks for reading!