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Meant to Happen
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 2
The doctor told Bulma that Trunks's only injury was a mild concussion, so he would be let out the next day. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mrs. Brief..." the doctor spoke up.
"Yes?"
"Your son... he-- how shall I put this-- he seems a bit different from when I last saw him."
Bulma furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?"
"Well--" he thought for a moment, "--as far as physical appearance, Trunks is about an inch or so taller and his eyes and hair are lighter in color."
Bulma quickly thought of an excuse. "Well, that's a growing boy for you."
The doctor narrowed his eyes, looking over his glasses and down at her. "I just saw him three days ago."
'Uh oh...' She shrugged and put on a fake smile.
"And then there's his personality," he continued. "He seems to be almost exactly the opposite of the lad I saw less than 72 hours ago. He hasn't made one snippy comment to either me or any of the nurses all day."
She shrugged again. "He gets moody sometimes. I guess today is just one of his better days."
"One more thing."
"Oh?"
The doctor peered at her over his glasses. "He appears to be much, much younger. Almost exactly ten years." He raised an eyebrow. "Mrs. Brief, why do I get the impression that there's something you're not telling me?"
She gave him a you-can't-be-serious look. "Doctor, are you saying I'm *lying?* There much be something wrong with your equipment. You know very well that that's completely impossible." 'Come on, come on, please fall for it...' she prayed.
"Hmmm... well, anyway, I have a few things I need you to sign. If you'll just follow me..." he began walking down the corridor.
She gave a quiet sigh of relief and followed him.
***
The two were silent on the car ride back to Capsule Corporation. Bulma, of course, was driving. Trunks just stared out the back window. He had insisted on sitting in the backseat, despite Bulma's worried looks. He claimed that he "had before, and didn't mind."
'Shimatta,' Bulma thought. 'What do I do when he has to meet his counterpart? And his sister? And how will Vegeta deal with this?'
"So, Okaa-san--" Trunks's voice broke into her thoughts, "--I sort of had a reason for coming back."
"Oh? And what's that?" she inquired.
"Well, I was wondering if I could use the Dragon Balls to wish my mother back."
"Hmmm... well, I guess we could give it a shot."
He gave a half-hearted smile. "Thanks."
"Sure." She watched his in the rear-view mirror for awhile. 'Gosh, he's so... so listless. Like he's just trying to put on a happy face to fool everyone into thinking he's all right. I worry...'
She tried to get him into a conversation. "So... have you met any girls yet?"
"No."
"Oh."
There was a long, awkward silence.
Bulma decided to try again. "Uh, how old are you now?"
"Eighteen."
"Wow, only a year older than the last time I saw you, huh?"
"Hmmm."
"Listen, honey--"
Trunks broke in. "Look, Kaa-san... don't take this the wrong way, but I don't really feel like talking right now."
She sighed and turned her attention back to driving.
***
Trunks stepped out of the car, shielding his eyes against the sun to look up at the domed roof of Capsule Corp. The face of his dead mother flickered in his mind. He felt his blue eyes beginning to water, but before tears could form, he blinked them away. Shaking his head slightly, he pushed that thought to the back of his mind.
Bulma came around to his side. "Are you okay?" she asked.
He nodded. "I'll be fine."
She sighed, and turned around, making her way up the walk to the door. He followed.
She stopped. "Are you absolutely sure you want to stay here? I mean, there's your father, you from this time, your si--"
"Okaa-san, it's all right," he cut in, not letting her finish. He flashed her a smile. "Really."
She nodded, and raised her key to the lock.
***
Meanwhile, the 28-year-old, purple-haired Trunks of this time was hanging out in his living room with Goten. They were both slouching in La-Z-Boys, bored out of their minds.
Trunks hunched down further in his chair. He was beginning to wish he hadn't taken the day off from work.
"My mom's a bitch," Goten mumbled.
Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Not as much of a bitch as mine."
"No way, my mom's more of a bitch than yours!"
"No mine is!"
"Mine!"
"Mine!"
"MINE!"
"MINE!"
Goten gave in. "Okay, okay, your mom's the bitch."
Trunks smirked triumphantly. "That's better."
Goten grinned at him.
Trunks blinked. "Hey, wait a minute!"
"What?" said Goten, giving him an innocent look and rubbing his shaggy hair, which he had decided to grow out again.
"Don't call my mom a bitch!
"...But she is a bitch.
"I told you not to call my mom a bitch, Goten!"
Goten sweatdropped.
Trunks suddenly gave Goten a look. "Hey! Since when have you been able to outsmart ME?"
"Since now."
"Hmmph."
They sat there for a few minutes in silence.
--That is, a few minutes in silence before Goten began singing. "Be kind to your FUR-footed friends..."
"Don't go there, Goten," Trunks warned.
"...For a DOG may be somebody's moth--"
"SHUT UP!"
He backed off. "All right, all right, jeez." He sighed.
"So... what do you wanna do?" Trunks asked.
"I dunno," Goten replied. "What do you wanna do?"
"I dunno, what do you wanna do?"
"I dunno, what do you wanna do?"
"I dunno, what do you wanna do?"
"Eat."
"Okay."
As they headed for the kitchen, they heard the door open. "That must be Okaa-san," Trunks said to Goten. "Go on in and help yourself."
Goten's eyes lit up. "If you insist..." He mad a mad dash for the kitchen.
'Oye... I should have seen that one coming...' Trunks thought, slapping his forehead as he backtracked into the living room.
He looked up as he entered. "Okaa-sa--"
He stopped short as he came face-to-face with his double.
******
TO BE CONTINUED... Hehe, whatcha think? Reviews! Please, need more reviews!
Disclaimer: *sniff* I want Trunks... but I can't have him cause I don't own him! *sob*
Meant to Happen
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 2
The doctor told Bulma that Trunks's only injury was a mild concussion, so he would be let out the next day. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mrs. Brief..." the doctor spoke up.
"Yes?"
"Your son... he-- how shall I put this-- he seems a bit different from when I last saw him."
Bulma furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?"
"Well--" he thought for a moment, "--as far as physical appearance, Trunks is about an inch or so taller and his eyes and hair are lighter in color."
Bulma quickly thought of an excuse. "Well, that's a growing boy for you."
The doctor narrowed his eyes, looking over his glasses and down at her. "I just saw him three days ago."
'Uh oh...' She shrugged and put on a fake smile.
"And then there's his personality," he continued. "He seems to be almost exactly the opposite of the lad I saw less than 72 hours ago. He hasn't made one snippy comment to either me or any of the nurses all day."
She shrugged again. "He gets moody sometimes. I guess today is just one of his better days."
"One more thing."
"Oh?"
The doctor peered at her over his glasses. "He appears to be much, much younger. Almost exactly ten years." He raised an eyebrow. "Mrs. Brief, why do I get the impression that there's something you're not telling me?"
She gave him a you-can't-be-serious look. "Doctor, are you saying I'm *lying?* There much be something wrong with your equipment. You know very well that that's completely impossible." 'Come on, come on, please fall for it...' she prayed.
"Hmmm... well, anyway, I have a few things I need you to sign. If you'll just follow me..." he began walking down the corridor.
She gave a quiet sigh of relief and followed him.
***
The two were silent on the car ride back to Capsule Corporation. Bulma, of course, was driving. Trunks just stared out the back window. He had insisted on sitting in the backseat, despite Bulma's worried looks. He claimed that he "had before, and didn't mind."
'Shimatta,' Bulma thought. 'What do I do when he has to meet his counterpart? And his sister? And how will Vegeta deal with this?'
"So, Okaa-san--" Trunks's voice broke into her thoughts, "--I sort of had a reason for coming back."
"Oh? And what's that?" she inquired.
"Well, I was wondering if I could use the Dragon Balls to wish my mother back."
"Hmmm... well, I guess we could give it a shot."
He gave a half-hearted smile. "Thanks."
"Sure." She watched his in the rear-view mirror for awhile. 'Gosh, he's so... so listless. Like he's just trying to put on a happy face to fool everyone into thinking he's all right. I worry...'
She tried to get him into a conversation. "So... have you met any girls yet?"
"No."
"Oh."
There was a long, awkward silence.
Bulma decided to try again. "Uh, how old are you now?"
"Eighteen."
"Wow, only a year older than the last time I saw you, huh?"
"Hmmm."
"Listen, honey--"
Trunks broke in. "Look, Kaa-san... don't take this the wrong way, but I don't really feel like talking right now."
She sighed and turned her attention back to driving.
***
Trunks stepped out of the car, shielding his eyes against the sun to look up at the domed roof of Capsule Corp. The face of his dead mother flickered in his mind. He felt his blue eyes beginning to water, but before tears could form, he blinked them away. Shaking his head slightly, he pushed that thought to the back of his mind.
Bulma came around to his side. "Are you okay?" she asked.
He nodded. "I'll be fine."
She sighed, and turned around, making her way up the walk to the door. He followed.
She stopped. "Are you absolutely sure you want to stay here? I mean, there's your father, you from this time, your si--"
"Okaa-san, it's all right," he cut in, not letting her finish. He flashed her a smile. "Really."
She nodded, and raised her key to the lock.
***
Meanwhile, the 28-year-old, purple-haired Trunks of this time was hanging out in his living room with Goten. They were both slouching in La-Z-Boys, bored out of their minds.
Trunks hunched down further in his chair. He was beginning to wish he hadn't taken the day off from work.
"My mom's a bitch," Goten mumbled.
Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Not as much of a bitch as mine."
"No way, my mom's more of a bitch than yours!"
"No mine is!"
"Mine!"
"Mine!"
"MINE!"
"MINE!"
Goten gave in. "Okay, okay, your mom's the bitch."
Trunks smirked triumphantly. "That's better."
Goten grinned at him.
Trunks blinked. "Hey, wait a minute!"
"What?" said Goten, giving him an innocent look and rubbing his shaggy hair, which he had decided to grow out again.
"Don't call my mom a bitch!
"...But she is a bitch.
"I told you not to call my mom a bitch, Goten!"
Goten sweatdropped.
Trunks suddenly gave Goten a look. "Hey! Since when have you been able to outsmart ME?"
"Since now."
"Hmmph."
They sat there for a few minutes in silence.
--That is, a few minutes in silence before Goten began singing. "Be kind to your FUR-footed friends..."
"Don't go there, Goten," Trunks warned.
"...For a DOG may be somebody's moth--"
"SHUT UP!"
He backed off. "All right, all right, jeez." He sighed.
"So... what do you wanna do?" Trunks asked.
"I dunno," Goten replied. "What do you wanna do?"
"I dunno, what do you wanna do?"
"I dunno, what do you wanna do?"
"I dunno, what do you wanna do?"
"Eat."
"Okay."
As they headed for the kitchen, they heard the door open. "That must be Okaa-san," Trunks said to Goten. "Go on in and help yourself."
Goten's eyes lit up. "If you insist..." He mad a mad dash for the kitchen.
'Oye... I should have seen that one coming...' Trunks thought, slapping his forehead as he backtracked into the living room.
He looked up as he entered. "Okaa-sa--"
He stopped short as he came face-to-face with his double.
******
TO BE CONTINUED... Hehe, whatcha think? Reviews! Please, need more reviews!