Author's Note: Okay, okay! Here's chapter 4! Just don't hurt me! ^^
Disclaimer: Me no own DBZ. You review, and maybe someday me own DBZ. Heh, just kidding.
Meant to Happen
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 4
Mirai Trunks let his "chibi" self struggle for a few minutes more before putting him down. Well, more like dropping him down.
Trunks landed on the floor with a thud. He stood up, rubbing his rear, and glared at the other version of himself. "You know, I'm not a chibi. Hell, I'm TEN YEARS older than you are!"
Mirai Trunks raised an eyebrow. "I'm taller."
Trunks fumed. "SO?? What difference does THAT make??"
Mirai Trunks crossed his arms. "Fine," he turned his head away in arrogance. "I'm taller AND I'm stronger."
"Grrrrrr..."
"And don't forget, I saw you as a BABY just last year!" Mirai Trunks smirked. "...Nuf said."
"THAT'S IT!!!" Trunks charged. "RAAAAAAAAHHHAAHHHHHH!!!"
Mirai Trunks yawned.
"PREPARE TO DIE!" Trunks lunged.
Mirai Trunks sidestepped.
Trunks blinked and looked down at the smiling form of his "future" self. "Uh-oh..."
*BAM*
He slid down the wall which now had a large crack in it. He groaned, sat up, and rubbed his head. "Itai..."
Mirai walked over to his double, his arms still crossed, and a sneer that rivaled his father's plastered on his face. "Told ya so," he leered.
Trunks glowered at him. "Shut up, baka."
Bra and Goten, who had been silent during this whole ordeal, gave each other a knowing glance. "This gives the phrase 'two for the price of one' a whole new meaning," Bra commented.
"Yeah, really," Goten agreed.
Bra continued. "I mean, from what my Otou-san and Okaa-san told me about the Cell Games, my future brother was never like THIS. Like my..." --she scowled-- "...REAL brother. He was more like Okaa-san."
Goten looked on at the twins, who were currently engaged in a wrestling match.
"Heh... Who'da thought?"
They both sweatdropped.
Both Trunkses grunted as they tried to trip each other, failed, and began to tangle with each other again.
Bulma came in at that moment and saw her sons engaged in what would qualify as a WWF championship match. Mirai Trunks happened to be the one to see her first, and thought fast.
"Trunks!" he yelled. "Cut it out, I'm not in the mood!"
Trunks, who was currently pummeling his "future" self, stopped. "Huh? What the he--"
Bulma yanked him off, and, holding him by his shirt, shouted, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
He meekly attempted an answer. "But I--"
She dropped him on his ass ("Itai!"), not letting him finish. He quickly stood up, brushing himself off. "What happened here?" she asked.
Each Trunks pointed to the other. "He started it!"
Bulma looked towards Goten and Bra, the bystanders, raising an eyebrow in question.
They fidgeted, internally debating whether or not to answer truthfully, for fear of the sinister, mischievous, treacherous, and thoroughly iniquitous wrath that was Trunks Brief, the demon child spawned from a hot-headed human and an arrogant, short-tempered Saiyajin.
Bra, after a few moments of silence, and an impatient "Well?" from her mother, cracked the ice. "It was... *sigh* ...Trunks; and I don't mean the one from Kami-knows-when."
Bulma looked from her daughter to Goten. He, gulping, nodded.
Trunks glared at his best friend. "Traitor..."
Bulma, being the biased mother that she is, believing that her "future" son could NEVER have started something like this, and now having the "evidence" to back it up, believed them completely. "Okay, Mr. Rough-and-Tumble," --she grabbed her son's ear-- "Let's go."
"But-- but-- but--"
"No BUTS, mister!" The two of them disappeared.
Mirai Trunks smirked, unaware of how much like his father he looked at that moment.
After a few minutes of internalized glory, he turned to Bra and Goten. "Sooooooo... what's new?"
*THUD*
"What?" he said in mock confusion as his companions twitched on the floor uncontrollably.
"It seems," Goten remarked, "that not matter what time line Trunks is in, he will always be his father's son."
"Amen to that."
******
Hehe, this is getting interesting. Kinda short, I know, but... oh well! ::shrugs, grinning:: Review!
Disclaimer: Me no own DBZ. You review, and maybe someday me own DBZ. Heh, just kidding.
Meant to Happen
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 4
Mirai Trunks let his "chibi" self struggle for a few minutes more before putting him down. Well, more like dropping him down.
Trunks landed on the floor with a thud. He stood up, rubbing his rear, and glared at the other version of himself. "You know, I'm not a chibi. Hell, I'm TEN YEARS older than you are!"
Mirai Trunks raised an eyebrow. "I'm taller."
Trunks fumed. "SO?? What difference does THAT make??"
Mirai Trunks crossed his arms. "Fine," he turned his head away in arrogance. "I'm taller AND I'm stronger."
"Grrrrrr..."
"And don't forget, I saw you as a BABY just last year!" Mirai Trunks smirked. "...Nuf said."
"THAT'S IT!!!" Trunks charged. "RAAAAAAAAHHHAAHHHHHH!!!"
Mirai Trunks yawned.
"PREPARE TO DIE!" Trunks lunged.
Mirai Trunks sidestepped.
Trunks blinked and looked down at the smiling form of his "future" self. "Uh-oh..."
*BAM*
He slid down the wall which now had a large crack in it. He groaned, sat up, and rubbed his head. "Itai..."
Mirai walked over to his double, his arms still crossed, and a sneer that rivaled his father's plastered on his face. "Told ya so," he leered.
Trunks glowered at him. "Shut up, baka."
Bra and Goten, who had been silent during this whole ordeal, gave each other a knowing glance. "This gives the phrase 'two for the price of one' a whole new meaning," Bra commented.
"Yeah, really," Goten agreed.
Bra continued. "I mean, from what my Otou-san and Okaa-san told me about the Cell Games, my future brother was never like THIS. Like my..." --she scowled-- "...REAL brother. He was more like Okaa-san."
Goten looked on at the twins, who were currently engaged in a wrestling match.
"Heh... Who'da thought?"
They both sweatdropped.
Both Trunkses grunted as they tried to trip each other, failed, and began to tangle with each other again.
Bulma came in at that moment and saw her sons engaged in what would qualify as a WWF championship match. Mirai Trunks happened to be the one to see her first, and thought fast.
"Trunks!" he yelled. "Cut it out, I'm not in the mood!"
Trunks, who was currently pummeling his "future" self, stopped. "Huh? What the he--"
Bulma yanked him off, and, holding him by his shirt, shouted, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
He meekly attempted an answer. "But I--"
She dropped him on his ass ("Itai!"), not letting him finish. He quickly stood up, brushing himself off. "What happened here?" she asked.
Each Trunks pointed to the other. "He started it!"
Bulma looked towards Goten and Bra, the bystanders, raising an eyebrow in question.
They fidgeted, internally debating whether or not to answer truthfully, for fear of the sinister, mischievous, treacherous, and thoroughly iniquitous wrath that was Trunks Brief, the demon child spawned from a hot-headed human and an arrogant, short-tempered Saiyajin.
Bra, after a few moments of silence, and an impatient "Well?" from her mother, cracked the ice. "It was... *sigh* ...Trunks; and I don't mean the one from Kami-knows-when."
Bulma looked from her daughter to Goten. He, gulping, nodded.
Trunks glared at his best friend. "Traitor..."
Bulma, being the biased mother that she is, believing that her "future" son could NEVER have started something like this, and now having the "evidence" to back it up, believed them completely. "Okay, Mr. Rough-and-Tumble," --she grabbed her son's ear-- "Let's go."
"But-- but-- but--"
"No BUTS, mister!" The two of them disappeared.
Mirai Trunks smirked, unaware of how much like his father he looked at that moment.
After a few minutes of internalized glory, he turned to Bra and Goten. "Sooooooo... what's new?"
*THUD*
"What?" he said in mock confusion as his companions twitched on the floor uncontrollably.
"It seems," Goten remarked, "that not matter what time line Trunks is in, he will always be his father's son."
"Amen to that."
******
Hehe, this is getting interesting. Kinda short, I know, but... oh well! ::shrugs, grinning:: Review!