Warning: Rather confussing chapter, I think. It's kind short...sorry about that, but I wanted to update especially for Vejitalover. It may be a few days before I get another chapter out though. But still, thanks for reading. This story is flowing like molasses for me right now because I don't known how to answer all the questions I'm raising and the characters are going off on little tangents that THEY make up on their own... I raise my eyebrow, look at them and wonder what the HECK they are doing...they've REALLY developed minds of their owns and I don't know that they're anything like the show either...
Vegeta's eyes opened as he felt the two familiar kis coming back toward the ship. He'd been dozing in the front room, confining the kids to the back room. The baby and the four year old were napping. "It's about time," he grumbled, standing.
Future Vegeta and the fourteen year old walked into the ship. Something was differnet between them. The boy seemed rather nervous and wouldn't make eye-contact, while his future self seemed irritated and drained. If he KNEW those looks, and he was pretty sure he did, his future self had done some talking to the boy and now Trunks was sulking. They'd had some sort of emotional argument. This wasn't the draining of any physical fight.
"Is everything taken care of?" Vegeta dared to ask, merely for the thought that he may be able to return HOME.
Future Vegeta shot a short glare at him, frowning. "The monster is dead, if THAT's what you mean," he stormed into the only empty room.
"Don't go in there, the kids are sleeping," Vegeta turned to Trunks as he was about to enter the room the baby and the four year old were occupying.
Trunks scowled. "And I suppose the OTHER room is occupied too?"
"Yes," Vegeta watched him, rather curious.
Trunks threw his arms in the air and rolled his eyes. "Great! That's just great! I can't go ANYWHERE. Everywhere I turn there's people, people, people. I want to be ALONE! Why is that SO hard to do?" he sank into the other chair in the control room.
Vegeta watched him, not saying a word.
The thirteen year old watched from the door, then stepped slowly inside, and looked from Vegeta to his future self and hesitated before speaking. "Any reason why I can't go home?"
Vegeta turned, a little surprised to see him.
"...I mean...my house is RIGHT there and my mom is inside...," the thirteen year old continued.
Vegeta sighed. He didn't see any reason why not. "Go ahead."
Not liking the tension around him at all, the thirteen year old was quick to leave and return to his own house. For that matter, Future Vegeta could do the same. Vegeta got up and went to his room--the one his future self and retreated into. He was laying on the bed, eyes closed. Vegeta pretty well knew what that meant, but at the same time he just wanted all of this to be over with. He wished he ahd never gone back in time in the first place and started this whole cycle.
"Any reason why we can't return everyone to their right times and get on with our lives?" he finally mustered the courage to speak.
"Trunks blew up the planet that monster came from. That's why he was after him," future Vegeta muttered.
Vegeta was a little bit surprised. "Why?"
"I don't know," future Vegeta shook his head, exhausted. "I don't know why I bother either. The kid hates our guts and I won't EVER be able to change that. YOU may as well not even try. He's only nine for you and ALREADY it's too late then."
Vegeta blinked. As irritated with everything as he was, he wasn't to the point of giving up yet. He couldn't imagine EVER coming to the point of giving up with Trunks.
"I'm sick of trying to prove myself to him," he glared at Vegeta. "Why do YOU have to be so stubborn! Why don't you just get your temper under control! You yell at him too much! And you LET him push you away!"
Vegeta's eyes widened at this attack. he knew it was true, but it still wasn't something he wanted to hear. "Maybe he's no different from us. Has that ever occured to you? Maybe he keeps what he really feels bottled up and hides it away."
"No crap, einstein!"
"So why do you expect him to show it then?! He's still young! Did WE show it when WE were that young?"
"WE were with Frieza at that time!"
"He KNOWS! He's angry and he has reason to be. Why not just let him show his anger and give him time to come around because deep down he KNOWS and one day he'll let that knowledge out. It probably won't be as soon as we want, but things don't EVER go the way we want, now do they? You tell me, you've been around longer... does ANYTHING ever go right?"
Future Vegeta stared at his younger self. He was surprised he'd come up with such a logical argument. HE was defending their son better than HE was! So then what was RIGHT? The conclusion he'd come to in the past...the one THIS Vegeta had just argued for? Or his OWN conclusion? He knew. It couldn't be his own. He was just tired and frustrated. A battle between father and son, faught for so very long, could only BE tiring!
He let out a long sigh and sat up. "Sayains are NOT quitters. Their battles are faught to the death and never has there been one so worthy of doing so. Today is already filled, but tomorrow, after giving everything new time to sink in, we shall continue this mission."
Vegeta watched him stand, not entirely sure of what was on his future mind.
Future Vegeta turned to face himself. "I think we should return all Trunks to the times they come from, including our own."
"Yours already went back inside," Vegeta interupted.
"Very well, as shall I in a moment. Nothing can be solved between us--Trunks and us, I mean--until WE find the answers to this puzzle. Once Trunks is completely out of the picture for the time beings, WE shall travel to the future and find out WHY he destroyed this planet, Kharkun."
"Why does it matter?" Vegeta question.
Future Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "If I sense it YOU must too..."
Vegeta thought for a moment. "Yes, perhaps I do, but I can't imagine Trunks would make a mistake so huge. Why would he detroy a planet for no good reason?"
"THAT is what we must find out. I get the feelings it's somehow our own doing. Something that could have been prevented if WE had fixed our behavior in his current life."
"But there's no way we've wronged him THAT deeply, is there?" Vegeta felt an uneasy knot in the pit of his stomach.
"I don't know. There's no way of knowing unless we go."
"Fine. Tomorrow, we return the children to their various times, and find out what's going on," Vegeta agreed.
Future Vegeta nodded and walked out of the ship and into his own home.
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Sorry again at how odd this story is and how slow it's flowing.
Vegeta's eyes opened as he felt the two familiar kis coming back toward the ship. He'd been dozing in the front room, confining the kids to the back room. The baby and the four year old were napping. "It's about time," he grumbled, standing.
Future Vegeta and the fourteen year old walked into the ship. Something was differnet between them. The boy seemed rather nervous and wouldn't make eye-contact, while his future self seemed irritated and drained. If he KNEW those looks, and he was pretty sure he did, his future self had done some talking to the boy and now Trunks was sulking. They'd had some sort of emotional argument. This wasn't the draining of any physical fight.
"Is everything taken care of?" Vegeta dared to ask, merely for the thought that he may be able to return HOME.
Future Vegeta shot a short glare at him, frowning. "The monster is dead, if THAT's what you mean," he stormed into the only empty room.
"Don't go in there, the kids are sleeping," Vegeta turned to Trunks as he was about to enter the room the baby and the four year old were occupying.
Trunks scowled. "And I suppose the OTHER room is occupied too?"
"Yes," Vegeta watched him, rather curious.
Trunks threw his arms in the air and rolled his eyes. "Great! That's just great! I can't go ANYWHERE. Everywhere I turn there's people, people, people. I want to be ALONE! Why is that SO hard to do?" he sank into the other chair in the control room.
Vegeta watched him, not saying a word.
The thirteen year old watched from the door, then stepped slowly inside, and looked from Vegeta to his future self and hesitated before speaking. "Any reason why I can't go home?"
Vegeta turned, a little surprised to see him.
"...I mean...my house is RIGHT there and my mom is inside...," the thirteen year old continued.
Vegeta sighed. He didn't see any reason why not. "Go ahead."
Not liking the tension around him at all, the thirteen year old was quick to leave and return to his own house. For that matter, Future Vegeta could do the same. Vegeta got up and went to his room--the one his future self and retreated into. He was laying on the bed, eyes closed. Vegeta pretty well knew what that meant, but at the same time he just wanted all of this to be over with. He wished he ahd never gone back in time in the first place and started this whole cycle.
"Any reason why we can't return everyone to their right times and get on with our lives?" he finally mustered the courage to speak.
"Trunks blew up the planet that monster came from. That's why he was after him," future Vegeta muttered.
Vegeta was a little bit surprised. "Why?"
"I don't know," future Vegeta shook his head, exhausted. "I don't know why I bother either. The kid hates our guts and I won't EVER be able to change that. YOU may as well not even try. He's only nine for you and ALREADY it's too late then."
Vegeta blinked. As irritated with everything as he was, he wasn't to the point of giving up yet. He couldn't imagine EVER coming to the point of giving up with Trunks.
"I'm sick of trying to prove myself to him," he glared at Vegeta. "Why do YOU have to be so stubborn! Why don't you just get your temper under control! You yell at him too much! And you LET him push you away!"
Vegeta's eyes widened at this attack. he knew it was true, but it still wasn't something he wanted to hear. "Maybe he's no different from us. Has that ever occured to you? Maybe he keeps what he really feels bottled up and hides it away."
"No crap, einstein!"
"So why do you expect him to show it then?! He's still young! Did WE show it when WE were that young?"
"WE were with Frieza at that time!"
"He KNOWS! He's angry and he has reason to be. Why not just let him show his anger and give him time to come around because deep down he KNOWS and one day he'll let that knowledge out. It probably won't be as soon as we want, but things don't EVER go the way we want, now do they? You tell me, you've been around longer... does ANYTHING ever go right?"
Future Vegeta stared at his younger self. He was surprised he'd come up with such a logical argument. HE was defending their son better than HE was! So then what was RIGHT? The conclusion he'd come to in the past...the one THIS Vegeta had just argued for? Or his OWN conclusion? He knew. It couldn't be his own. He was just tired and frustrated. A battle between father and son, faught for so very long, could only BE tiring!
He let out a long sigh and sat up. "Sayains are NOT quitters. Their battles are faught to the death and never has there been one so worthy of doing so. Today is already filled, but tomorrow, after giving everything new time to sink in, we shall continue this mission."
Vegeta watched him stand, not entirely sure of what was on his future mind.
Future Vegeta turned to face himself. "I think we should return all Trunks to the times they come from, including our own."
"Yours already went back inside," Vegeta interupted.
"Very well, as shall I in a moment. Nothing can be solved between us--Trunks and us, I mean--until WE find the answers to this puzzle. Once Trunks is completely out of the picture for the time beings, WE shall travel to the future and find out WHY he destroyed this planet, Kharkun."
"Why does it matter?" Vegeta question.
Future Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "If I sense it YOU must too..."
Vegeta thought for a moment. "Yes, perhaps I do, but I can't imagine Trunks would make a mistake so huge. Why would he detroy a planet for no good reason?"
"THAT is what we must find out. I get the feelings it's somehow our own doing. Something that could have been prevented if WE had fixed our behavior in his current life."
"But there's no way we've wronged him THAT deeply, is there?" Vegeta felt an uneasy knot in the pit of his stomach.
"I don't know. There's no way of knowing unless we go."
"Fine. Tomorrow, we return the children to their various times, and find out what's going on," Vegeta agreed.
Future Vegeta nodded and walked out of the ship and into his own home.
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Sorry again at how odd this story is and how slow it's flowing.