Warning: No sap this chapter. (Like THAT has to be warned? I guess just so the people reading for the sap will know. There WILL be more in later chapters. Maybe not the next one after this though, but after that I'm sure I'll be getting back to that.)
"You know, I really hated it when you left me out of everything," Teenage Trunks commented as he sat in the front of the ship with Vegeta. His nine-year old counterpart had just been sent to his room so he'd stay out of the way as they made their way to the future.
Vegeta glanced shortly at him. "You haven't exactly kept that a secret."
Trunks snickered. "Yeah, but you never listened to anything I said back then. What I thought never mattered."
"Trunks, if you were your nine-year old self, and you were up here with us, what would you be doing right now?"
The teenager sat back in his seat for a few seconds. "I would be...asking where we're going, why we're going there, if there was going to be ANOTHER one of me, and if there was any way of helping. Of course, you would have said no, and I would have complained about that..."
Vegeta smirked, looking at the boy from the corners of his eyes. "And you still wonder why I sent him out of here?"
Trunks smiled, rolling his eyes. "All right, all right. But I wasn't TRYING to be irritating. I was just curious, that's all."
"Yes, but you're arrogant at that age and that's a very dangerous thing. Especially where we're going. I don't want you darting out of this ship and getting yourself killed."
"He won't do that...Ok, yes he would, BUT...uh..."
Vegeta watched the boy as he struggled to find excuses.
"He'd be more abt not to if you were right there making sure he didn't, rather than having him back in that room," Trunks finally concluded.
"Are you quite finished?" Vegeta eyed him. "All right, if you're so smart. YOU deal with it."
"I can't do that! I'm not my father!" Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Ok, that just sounded weird.," he muttered. "He won't listen to me."
"And he'll listen to ME?"
"Well...yeah!"
"What makes you so sure?"
"Because you could kick my BUTT at that age!"
"You could do the same thing to him."
"Yes but...beating MYSELF up? Talk about WEIRD!"
Vegeta glared at him. "Are you implying I would beat you up?"
Trunks looked at him. "No."
"You'd BETTER not be," he warned.
Trunks sighed. "This is WAY too complicated." He was feeling tired.
"Agreed."
Both of them looked forward as the ship had stopped.
"Are we there?" Vegeta asked.
"It sure looks like it," Trunks answered.
"I'm guessing that if you remember the events that went on yesterday, the me of this time probably has an incling about this monster. However, since I don't know the exact dates we're at, he must not either. Therefore, this trip won't be a complete waste. All we'll be here for is to tell me it's time to find and kill the monster."
Trunks raised an eyebrow. Every word his past father had just said flew right over his head. He looked out the front window. "Oh look, there's me, last year."
"Perhaps you should stay here with the other three and I'll go find myself. We may just as well get this over with. And DON'T let that nine-year old out of this ship. Sit on him if you have to, but I do NOT want him leaving here, or you'll BOTH answer for it," Vegeta warned as he opened the door.
Trunks rolled his eyes and slumped in the passenger seat. Stuck watching three little versions of himself. What could be worse?
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The thirteen year old Trunks, looked up after having grabbed the baseball he'd thrown acorss the yard as someone that looked much like his father walked toward his house. "Dad?" he was a little puzzled. He was sure he'd seen his father inside the house.
Vegeta walked right in the front door and to the kitchen where the future version of himself was seated.
"Well, it's about time. I've been on edge since the day Trunks TURNED thirteen," future Vegeta looked up from his breakfast.
"Yes, I figured so. I don't know how close we are to the time this monster is supposed to show up, but it was Trunks that punched the time in, so I assume it's pretty near."
"Perhaps I should speak with HIM then," Vegeta rose from the table.
Vegeta and Vegeta both walked back out toward the space capsule on the front lawn.
"Trunks!" future Vegeta exclaimed, his features hardening. "What do you think you're doing out here?! I've told you a million times you are NOT to go outside!"
"Dad!" the thirteen year old complained, rolling his eyes. "You're WAY too paranoid..."
"Get over here!" future Vegeta demanded.
Teenage Trunks watched the scene from inside the capsule. He was holding the baby on one hips and the two children versions were peering out the window in front of him. The thirteen year old scowled, trudging over to his father, after which he recieved a wack on the back of the head and was roughly pulled into the capsule.
"Great. ANOTHER one," nine year old rolled his eyes.
"Shut up," Teenager kicked him.
"Ow!" nine year old pinched his arm.
"You little brat!" teenager pushed him half way across the room.
"ENOUGH! ALL of you!" Vegeta yelled.
The baby started giggling with delight.
"I didn't do anything...," four year old pouted.
"Let's just get this over with so I can go back to MY time. I've had WAY more than enough of me! ONE is plenty!" Teenager insisted.
"Agreed!" Nine year old immediately popped up.
"And YOU especially! No wonder Dad hates your guts!" Teenager glared at attitude child.
"THAT is NOT true!" both Vegetas spat in unison, glaring intensely at the fourteen year old.
The thirteen year old grabbed his four year old counterpart by the arm and drug him over to the table with a smile. "Pull up a chair, this is getting interesting," he muttered, enjoying the fight.
"They always fight," the four year old watched with little interest. He didn't really have any idea what was going on and he didn't care.
"Ok, I take it back," teenager muttered. "I get sick of me TOO, you know."
"Do I REALLY have to grow up to be like HIM?" Nine year old brushed himself off.
"Am I the only one that thinks this is like a bad nightmare?" Vegeta's voice was barely audible as he talked to his other self.
"I've been through it. Now all I have to do is destroy the monster and keep MY kid," future Vegeta smirked.
Vegeta scowled at him. "I oughta just let YOU return them all to their times."
"Yes, but then how would YOU get back?"
"I'm SURE you have a ship in this time."
"Perhaps. But then...you'll never know, until you reach this point.
Vegeta mumbled something under his breath and turned back toward the five Trunks. "All right. YOU," he glared at the teenager. "Tell HIM what he needs to know about the monster, and the REST of you, come with me."
"Me too?" thirteen year old's eyes widened. "But I'm past this already...I don't remember THIS part happening..."
"Because it HASN'T yet. Your memory of the past is still in transition. It will be until all of this is over. And YES, you too," Vegeta answered.
"Dang! But I'm supposed to be PAST the left out stage," he scowled, following the group.
"First off, I thought I made it QUITE clear to you that you were loved your entire life," future Vegeta cut straight in on the oldest of the five once the others were out of ear shot.
"You've been dead for nearly a year, and I've been stuck with that nine year old TERROR for the past few days."
"SO?! Just because that was your worst year, doesn't mean I didn't love you."
"I know," Trunks sighed. "Can we get off this? I'm beginning to hate myself."
Future Vegeta snorted. "All right fine. YOU aren't your son. I guess you can't comprehend it all. Now tell me, when did this monster kill me?"
"In two days."
"Why does he want to kill you?"
"I don't know."
"Who sent him?"
"I don't know that either."
"Well how the heck did you even survive so long after my death if he killed me for purposes of killing YOU?!"
"Gohan," Trunks stated simply.
"What happened to Kakarot?"
"He was killed the day after you were."
"Why didn't Gohan kill the monster?"
"We couldn't find his ki. It was supressed. But the thing DID try a few times. Gohan was just kinda like a body guard. For me and Goten BOTH."
"This makes NO sense," future Vegeta shook his head. "There are too many missing elements and things that don't add up. Gohan should have been able to kill this thing."
Trunks sighed. "All I know is the thing has to die and YOU are plenty strong enough to kill it."
"Yes, but if it was sent by someone else, then this thing still wont be over," future Vegeta frowned.
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(Sorry this is a boring chapter.)
"You know, I really hated it when you left me out of everything," Teenage Trunks commented as he sat in the front of the ship with Vegeta. His nine-year old counterpart had just been sent to his room so he'd stay out of the way as they made their way to the future.
Vegeta glanced shortly at him. "You haven't exactly kept that a secret."
Trunks snickered. "Yeah, but you never listened to anything I said back then. What I thought never mattered."
"Trunks, if you were your nine-year old self, and you were up here with us, what would you be doing right now?"
The teenager sat back in his seat for a few seconds. "I would be...asking where we're going, why we're going there, if there was going to be ANOTHER one of me, and if there was any way of helping. Of course, you would have said no, and I would have complained about that..."
Vegeta smirked, looking at the boy from the corners of his eyes. "And you still wonder why I sent him out of here?"
Trunks smiled, rolling his eyes. "All right, all right. But I wasn't TRYING to be irritating. I was just curious, that's all."
"Yes, but you're arrogant at that age and that's a very dangerous thing. Especially where we're going. I don't want you darting out of this ship and getting yourself killed."
"He won't do that...Ok, yes he would, BUT...uh..."
Vegeta watched the boy as he struggled to find excuses.
"He'd be more abt not to if you were right there making sure he didn't, rather than having him back in that room," Trunks finally concluded.
"Are you quite finished?" Vegeta eyed him. "All right, if you're so smart. YOU deal with it."
"I can't do that! I'm not my father!" Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Ok, that just sounded weird.," he muttered. "He won't listen to me."
"And he'll listen to ME?"
"Well...yeah!"
"What makes you so sure?"
"Because you could kick my BUTT at that age!"
"You could do the same thing to him."
"Yes but...beating MYSELF up? Talk about WEIRD!"
Vegeta glared at him. "Are you implying I would beat you up?"
Trunks looked at him. "No."
"You'd BETTER not be," he warned.
Trunks sighed. "This is WAY too complicated." He was feeling tired.
"Agreed."
Both of them looked forward as the ship had stopped.
"Are we there?" Vegeta asked.
"It sure looks like it," Trunks answered.
"I'm guessing that if you remember the events that went on yesterday, the me of this time probably has an incling about this monster. However, since I don't know the exact dates we're at, he must not either. Therefore, this trip won't be a complete waste. All we'll be here for is to tell me it's time to find and kill the monster."
Trunks raised an eyebrow. Every word his past father had just said flew right over his head. He looked out the front window. "Oh look, there's me, last year."
"Perhaps you should stay here with the other three and I'll go find myself. We may just as well get this over with. And DON'T let that nine-year old out of this ship. Sit on him if you have to, but I do NOT want him leaving here, or you'll BOTH answer for it," Vegeta warned as he opened the door.
Trunks rolled his eyes and slumped in the passenger seat. Stuck watching three little versions of himself. What could be worse?
* * * * *
The thirteen year old Trunks, looked up after having grabbed the baseball he'd thrown acorss the yard as someone that looked much like his father walked toward his house. "Dad?" he was a little puzzled. He was sure he'd seen his father inside the house.
Vegeta walked right in the front door and to the kitchen where the future version of himself was seated.
"Well, it's about time. I've been on edge since the day Trunks TURNED thirteen," future Vegeta looked up from his breakfast.
"Yes, I figured so. I don't know how close we are to the time this monster is supposed to show up, but it was Trunks that punched the time in, so I assume it's pretty near."
"Perhaps I should speak with HIM then," Vegeta rose from the table.
Vegeta and Vegeta both walked back out toward the space capsule on the front lawn.
"Trunks!" future Vegeta exclaimed, his features hardening. "What do you think you're doing out here?! I've told you a million times you are NOT to go outside!"
"Dad!" the thirteen year old complained, rolling his eyes. "You're WAY too paranoid..."
"Get over here!" future Vegeta demanded.
Teenage Trunks watched the scene from inside the capsule. He was holding the baby on one hips and the two children versions were peering out the window in front of him. The thirteen year old scowled, trudging over to his father, after which he recieved a wack on the back of the head and was roughly pulled into the capsule.
"Great. ANOTHER one," nine year old rolled his eyes.
"Shut up," Teenager kicked him.
"Ow!" nine year old pinched his arm.
"You little brat!" teenager pushed him half way across the room.
"ENOUGH! ALL of you!" Vegeta yelled.
The baby started giggling with delight.
"I didn't do anything...," four year old pouted.
"Let's just get this over with so I can go back to MY time. I've had WAY more than enough of me! ONE is plenty!" Teenager insisted.
"Agreed!" Nine year old immediately popped up.
"And YOU especially! No wonder Dad hates your guts!" Teenager glared at attitude child.
"THAT is NOT true!" both Vegetas spat in unison, glaring intensely at the fourteen year old.
The thirteen year old grabbed his four year old counterpart by the arm and drug him over to the table with a smile. "Pull up a chair, this is getting interesting," he muttered, enjoying the fight.
"They always fight," the four year old watched with little interest. He didn't really have any idea what was going on and he didn't care.
"Ok, I take it back," teenager muttered. "I get sick of me TOO, you know."
"Do I REALLY have to grow up to be like HIM?" Nine year old brushed himself off.
"Am I the only one that thinks this is like a bad nightmare?" Vegeta's voice was barely audible as he talked to his other self.
"I've been through it. Now all I have to do is destroy the monster and keep MY kid," future Vegeta smirked.
Vegeta scowled at him. "I oughta just let YOU return them all to their times."
"Yes, but then how would YOU get back?"
"I'm SURE you have a ship in this time."
"Perhaps. But then...you'll never know, until you reach this point.
Vegeta mumbled something under his breath and turned back toward the five Trunks. "All right. YOU," he glared at the teenager. "Tell HIM what he needs to know about the monster, and the REST of you, come with me."
"Me too?" thirteen year old's eyes widened. "But I'm past this already...I don't remember THIS part happening..."
"Because it HASN'T yet. Your memory of the past is still in transition. It will be until all of this is over. And YES, you too," Vegeta answered.
"Dang! But I'm supposed to be PAST the left out stage," he scowled, following the group.
"First off, I thought I made it QUITE clear to you that you were loved your entire life," future Vegeta cut straight in on the oldest of the five once the others were out of ear shot.
"You've been dead for nearly a year, and I've been stuck with that nine year old TERROR for the past few days."
"SO?! Just because that was your worst year, doesn't mean I didn't love you."
"I know," Trunks sighed. "Can we get off this? I'm beginning to hate myself."
Future Vegeta snorted. "All right fine. YOU aren't your son. I guess you can't comprehend it all. Now tell me, when did this monster kill me?"
"In two days."
"Why does he want to kill you?"
"I don't know."
"Who sent him?"
"I don't know that either."
"Well how the heck did you even survive so long after my death if he killed me for purposes of killing YOU?!"
"Gohan," Trunks stated simply.
"What happened to Kakarot?"
"He was killed the day after you were."
"Why didn't Gohan kill the monster?"
"We couldn't find his ki. It was supressed. But the thing DID try a few times. Gohan was just kinda like a body guard. For me and Goten BOTH."
"This makes NO sense," future Vegeta shook his head. "There are too many missing elements and things that don't add up. Gohan should have been able to kill this thing."
Trunks sighed. "All I know is the thing has to die and YOU are plenty strong enough to kill it."
"Yes, but if it was sent by someone else, then this thing still wont be over," future Vegeta frowned.
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(Sorry this is a boring chapter.)