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A Visit From The (Almost) Future

Shouting and cheering went up.

"Oh my God, oh my God!" about half the population squealed. "Bulma Brief! The Bulma Brief! Capsule Corps! The Capsule Corps!"

"People, people, settle down!" Bulma yelled.

No one heard her amid the shouts.

"Quiet down!" she yelled again.

No response.

"Silence!"

The noise grew louder.

"SHUT UP!!!"

This last command grabbed everyone's attention. It wasn't from Bulma, but from a very mad man stalking into the front yard.

"YOU WILL LISTEN TO WHATEVER MY MATE SAYS, BECAUSE IT MAY BE USEFUL SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE OF YOUR PAHTETIC LIVES!!!! JUST REMEMBER THAT NONE OF YOU ARE WORTHY TO BE BREATHING THE SAME AIR AS HER!!! OH, YES, AND IF ANY OF YOU CALL HER ANYTHING LESS INFORMAL THAN 'BULMA' I WILL PERSONALLY SEE YOU INTO HFIL!!! ARE WE UNDERSTOOD???!!!"

"Sir, yes sir!" everyone except Bulma, Gohan, Goten, Trunks, Marron, and Videl shouted.

"GOOD!" Vegeta stormed back inside and slammed the door.

"I KNEW giving him that video on army maneuvers would come in handy!" Bulma said happily.

"Typical Vegeta for ya," Gohan said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Gohan, what was that?" Videl asked.

"Just Dad/Mr. Vegeta," the Terrible-Torturing-Three™ said in unison.

"Mrs. Brief?" someone piped up. "Who was that?"

"That was my husband, Vegeta," Bulma said, shrugging. "Just stay away from him, and you'll come out of this week alive. And he means what he says. Don't call me anything less informal than 'Bulma', or he will see you into HFIL." She coughed and smiled. "Now, anyway, Capsule Corps was built by my father, who…"

~IN THE MIRAI TIMELINE~

"Coward! Come back here!" A blonde-haired, brown-eyed girl was chasing our favorite hottie, Trunks, down the street. She was screaming bloody murder at the poor savior of the mirai world, who was dragging a 7-year-old black-haired, black-eyed girl by the hand.

"Spare the innocent!" Trunks yelled back, still dragging the poor little girl.

"I have no interest in the little girl!" the blonde woman screamed back. "I'm gonna KILL YOU!!! Now come back here and fight!"

Trunks reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a capsule. Tossing it onto the ground, a yellow time travel pod appeared. The glass dome opened. Trunks tossed the 7-year-old inside and hopped in as well. Pressing a few buttons, the time machine zapped out of the mirai world.

"Takes a lot more than that to get rid of me!" the blonde woman said. Slipping her hand into her jeans pocket, she pulled out her own capsule. "Idiot never thought I'd have a spare!" she said, grinning triumphantly. She opened up her capsule to have an exact replica of Trunk's time pod. Climbing into the pod and closing the dome, she smiled as the machine started.

Yes, he'd pay for his crime…

~IN OUR TIMELINE~

"…And that's the basic history of Capsule Corps," Bulma finished her lecture. "Now, I'm going to take you inside so you can see our employees with their work…"

*Insert weird-sounding noise that comes up when something comes from another dimension*

"Daddy!" the black-haired girl yelled, throwing the dome open, running to Gohan, and attaching herself to his leg.

"Mirai!" Gohan yelped, trying to shake the girl off his leg.

"Hottie!" every girl except Videl, Bulma, and Marron squealed. All at once, Mirai Trunks was attacked by the female population of Gohan's class.

Did you know that the man who saved his timeline and helped save ours is completely useless in the fight against fangirls?

"Get off me, get off me, help, oh for the love of God, please get your hand off my butt. Hey! Don't touch that! Please save me, I'm dying, say good-bye to my mother for me, tell the psychotic girl in my timeline that I'll fight her when she dies. I didn't even write my will yet! Please save me, they'll kill me…"

"GET OFF HIM!!" Bulma shouted.

The ultimate threat of Vegeta was enough to send the fangirls packing, though they were still drooling over the lavender-haired, blue-eyed boy who had curled himself into a ball, rocking back and forth, back and forth. "Medulla oblagota, medulla oblagota…"

"Trunks?" Bulma asked, looking at her mirai son questioningly. "What are you doing?"

"Therapy," the black-haired girl said, still attached to Gohan's leg. "His psychiatrist told him to do that whenever a girl gets to him."

Bulma sweat-dropped. He needed a psychiatrist?!

"And who are you, little girl?" Bulma asked, her attention turning to the girl from the victim of psychotic fangirls.

"Pan Son," she said.

"SON?!" Bulma, Gohan, and Videl shrieked.

"Who and where exactly are your parents?" Bulma asked.

"My parents are dead in my time," Pan said. She buried her face into Gohan's pant leg, then looked up at him with that Innocent-Baby-Girl-Look™. "I've waited a long time to see you, Daddy. Aren't you happy to see me?"

"DADDY?!" Gohan shrieked. "I'm your DADDY?!"

"WHAT THE HFIL IS GOING ON?!" Videl screeched.

"Gohan's a father!?" everyone else screeched.

"QUIET!" Bulma yelled. "Everyone, this is Mirai Trunks. He is from an alternate timeline, where everyone was destroyed except for me, him, and a handful of other people. This little girl is apparently Gohan's daughter from that timeline."

"Who's your mother, kid?" a girl from the back piped up.

Pan frowned and shook her head, letting go of Gohan's leg. "I don't remember Mommy. She died a few days after I was born 'cause of the Androids. Daddy died a few months after that. Aunty Bulma took care of me when Trunks was away." Pan kicked at the dirt with her feet, her head down. "I never knew my parents."

Amiable little Marron, who hated to see anyone hurt, separated from her two friends, skipped over to Pan, and tried to be friendly. "Hi," she said, trying to sound cheerful.

Being 7, Pan immediately forgot her sorrow and looked up at Marron. "Hi, I'm Pan."

"I'm Marron."

"AAAAHHHH!!!!" Mirai Trunks screamed, snapping out of his trance to pull Pan away. "IT'S THE PSYCHOTIC ANDROID SPAWN!!!!"

Marron stepped back a little and blinked. "How did you know that Mama is Android 18?"

"He knows because of me."

Everyone turned to face a girl, a grown-up version of Marron, standing in front of a time pod. In the excitement, they had missed the second pod.

"And who, pray tell, are you?" Bulma said, brushing a hand across her temples. It would be a long day.

"My name is Marron Chestnut, daughter of Krillin and 18, sworn enemy of Trunks."

Bulma and Gohan both stared at her in surprise. "A…A Mirai Marron?!" Bulma yelped.

"Shut your mouth, you're catching flies," Marron snapped.

"So, you're me from another time?" Marron asked, walking over to her counterpart and looking up at her questionably.

"That's right," Mirai Marron said, ruffling Marron's hair, which was what everyone did when they saw her absolute cuteness. (A/N: Yes, I'm a girl, and yes, I am straight!) "I'm here to kill Trunks."

"Don't!" Marron yelped. "Trunks and Goten are my best friends!"

"Not your Trunks. The Trunks from my timeline. Marron, you live with your parents, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, I used to, too. That is, until Trunks killed Mama and Daddy 7 years ago. Do you know what it is to pine away?"

Marron shook her head.

"Pining away is when you lose someone you love and you die from sorrow. That's what happened to Daddy when Mama died. I'm here to make sure that Trunks gets what's coming to him."

"Excuse me, but there is no killing in MY house!" Bulma snapped imperiously.

Mirai Marron growled, but retracted the ki ball in her hand. Even the mother of her worst enemy held sway over her. "Fine, then. When we get back home I'll kill him."

"Great," Bulma said sarcastically. Trunks didn't catch the edge in her voice and gave her a horrified look. Bulma didn't see it and continued. "Mirai People, why don't you join our little group? I don't want teenagers running around my house, especially with Vegeta angry.

Mirai Marron smirked. Her mother and uncle had totally pushed Vegeta over the edge in her time, and she was also a trained fighter. But, why not? Maybe she'd get to torture her enemy!

"Come on, Mini-Me," she said, taking Marron's hand. "You're going to help me, okay?"

"Hmmm…maybe," Marron said, and started walking as the rest of the group moved ahead.

Don't give me any grief about Mirai Marron, okay? Read the last chapter of my story Ask DBZ if you want info on Mirai Marron.

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