My Worst Enemy
Well … ^^;; what can I say? Only that I have decided to continue this fic, t'was one of my better ideas … me thinks … it's basically a romance/humor self-reflection fic on Trunks not being the perfect stud anymore … and how he handles the less than perfect situation with Pan …
Chapter 1: A new family member
"One . . . two . . . three . . . three and a half . . ." Trunks raised an eyebrow at the strange collection of seashells in his pocket.
Forget about spring cleaning, all he needed was to empty the pockets of his jacket once in a while, and it would tire him out, it was his very favourite one, and could come in handy sometimes. It had basically everything he wanted, and everything he didn't want, from bits of dental floss to Pokemon Cards.
Just how old was this jacket
anyways?
And why was he cleaning out his closet?
The answer was nice and simple, he didn't want to be down there . . . with him. Trunks gritted his teeth at the thought of his counter self.
He was so young, so powerful, so confident, so ... flawless.
And what was he?
Nothing, just an old man cleaning out his closet because he was without anything else to do, normally, he'd go and talk with Pan, but both her and her uncle are intrigued by the new stranger.
Even his father is behaving strangely around … his other-self, and the large-haired man had even taken to calling him to the name of which Bulma gave him so that he wouldn't be confused with … himself … yeah, so, now he's know as Future Trunks, well, to everyone but Pan, who had decided to call him De Facto Trunks, Or, just DF Trunks … what the hell did she mean by that?
Anyways, it didn't really matter what De Facto Trunks wanted, or how long he would stay, he might annoy Trunks at home, but at least he's got the office for a retreat.
Rule Number one of the Guide to Survival, Trunks: Never, ever, jinx yourself.
"Trunks!" Came his mother's screeching voice from down the stairs, "Come here for a moment!"
Trunks groaned and dumped the stuff from his pocket into a not-quite-so-empty shoebox, he started down the stairs, "What?"
Bulma turned away from the stove, of which she was cooking on, or rather … burning on, and suggested casually, "You've been quite busy at work, since the company has just signed some major contracts, perhaps you could use an assistant?"
Oh god …why me …Trunks groaned, "No thanks, I can manage fine by myself."
"But, it's pretty hard for yourself since I work at home now, and besides, Future Tru-" Bulma was interrupted by a sizzling sound on the stove, she started screeching, "My god! The stove's on fire!"
Vegeta popped out of no where and raised a hand and let out a ki beam aimed directly at the stove, thanks to him, the stove blew up and the whole kitchen was basically on fire.
Pan, Goten, Bra, and De Facto Trunks raced out from the living room, dropping their Monopoly game at mid-mortgage, "What's the matter, Bulma?" Asked De Facto Trunks.
Trunks rolled his eyes, the house was on fire and this idiot didn't even realize it?
"The stove! It's on fire!" Bulma screamed and then glared at Vegeta, "It was on fire until someone blew it up, now the whole kitchen is on fire!"
The Saiya-jin King, who had not recovered from his cold, honked his nose, and retreated back to the gravity room, which he had convinced De Facto Trunks to secretly activate the power so Bulma wouldn't know, and he could still train. Why didn't his dad ask him? He would've done it, no problem …
Well, De Facto Trunks, ever the hero, manage to stop the fire with a fire extinguisher, which his father hadn't thought of because he was too busy blowing everything up.
After it all settled, and Bulma had screamed her head off at Vegeta, and Pan had taken to change De Facto Trunks' name to Hero Trunks, he, ever the suck up announced, "Bulma, if you wouldn't mind, I would love to help out with the cooking, it will give you more time to work in your lab."
"Oh, no, I really couldn't ask you to do such a thing." Bulma smiled at the polite boy's gesture.
"But it will give me comfort knowing that I could help you out while you generously allowed me to reside in your house, Bulma." Announced the hero.
"Is it really okay?" Marveled Bulma, "I'm horrible at cooking, and I bet the kids would appreciate it if you helped out."
Kids? Thought Trunks, What the hell did she mean by that?
"Of course, Bulma, it'll be my pleasure to help out around the house … and with the." Did suck-up Trunks just smirk at him? Or was it his imagination, jumping down the Niagara Falls? "Kids …"
"Please, if it's alright, I would much prefer you calling me Mom, Bulma sounds so … formal …" Stated Bulma, "And technique, you are my son."
"Well, gee, what can I say? I'm honored … Mom."
Trunks sighed, the hero had officially become a member of his household.
"Well, if you don't mind now, I will be going to work on the new air-car." Announced Bulma with a nod towards the hero, "Thanks again about the cooking, Future Son, the other stove's just behind the freezer, and as for the rest of you kids, have fun doing whatever!
Sure mom, I'll sure have fun watching Goten tell his jokes to the hero, and watch Bra compare every movement of his to mine, and Panny admiring everything he does …
Trunks sighed, was he going through a middle-age depression? But he just turned thirty a few days ago …
"Okay, what do you guys want to eat for supper?" Asked the hero.
"Lots of Chinese!" Yelled Bra.
"Lots of dessert!" Chirped Pan.
"Lots of anything!" Bellowed Goten with excitement at the mere mention of supper.
The hero cast a look at Trunks, and he shrugged, "I don't care."
"Okay … hey, Trunks? Can you take my place at the Monopoly game?"
"No thanks, I've got work to do." Replied Trunks, as he headed back up the stairs. However, he did hear the various comments his sister and friends threw at him.
"Jeez, what a grouch, what's his problem?" Hmphed Bra.
"Awww, you can't blame him, he's always sucked at Monopoly, best that he didn't embarrass himself." His best friend came to his defense while managing to insult him without realizing it.
"Poor guy, he's probably taking turning thirty pretty hard, who can blame him?" Sighed Pan, "Nobody wants to become an old geezer."
"Ice cream or brownies for dessert?" Asked Future Trunks.
"Ice Cream!"
"Brownies!"
"Lots of both!"
Trunks sighed, it took three seconds for everybody to forget about him, best they did, anyways, he wouldn't want to be compared with the hero anymore, how he longed for those days when he was the center of attention, but by the looks of things, there won't be another one of those kinds of days for a long time, not with the hero around, anyways … he didn't care about what Bra thought of Future Trunks, his sister liked everyone better than him, Goten is just intrigued that a younger version of him has appeared, he'll probably snap out of it in a few days. His Mother was just overly friendly, and his father must be delusional from the cold. But it was Panny that he was concerned about, how old was she now? Sixteen? Seventeen? And her hero was … twenty-two? That wasn't such a big age gap … but perhaps she is only playing a joke on him …
Keep dreaming to yourself, Trunks … you've got to get your place in the house back …
"Like that's possible." Muttered Trunks.
Nonsense, whoever said you needed to fight fire with fire when you've got this water around?
Trunks cursed the annoying voice at the back of his head, but it's high pitched voice had a point … although he wasn't convinced that he could win if he tried to oppose the all so noble hero.
The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands at comfort, but where he stands at times of challenge …
"But what if the two men competing against each other are the same person?" Asked Trunks, oddly enough, to himself, "And besides, he's probably better than me in everything …"
We are not interested in the possibilities of defeat.
"We?" Asked Trunks, this was getting weird, who the hell did the annoying voice belong to?
Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise.
"Who the hell are you? And what the hell are you talking about?"
Oh, screw this, look, you idiot, do you want your god damn girl back or not? If you've got any brain cells in that thick skull of yours, then you know that an all-out war is required …trying doesn't hurt …shoot for the moon, even if you miss, you'll land in the stars.
"Well … I guess you're right, there's no hurt in trying …" Sighed Trunks, admitting defeat to the little voice, "I'm trusting you on this one."
No problem, dude, if you can imagine it, you can achieve it. If you can dream it, you can become it
"Cut it out with the lame quotes, alright?" Trunks whipped out a piece of paper from his drawer, and started jotting notes on it.
1) Get Pan back
2) Beat Future self at everything
3) Earn Dad's admiration
4) Learn to cook
5) Practice Playing Monopoly
6) Finish cleaning jacket
Trunks smiled at his list of soon-to-be accomplishments, not bad, now … perhaps he could learn to sing? Girls dig singers …
7) Learn to Rap
8) Be a rock star
9) Get tattoos
There, all done, Trunks looked thoughtfully at his list and added one last thing.
10) Take Sane pills
That wasn't so hard, was it? Which one will you start with?
Trunks randomly put his finger on a to-do item, number seven it was.
Oh god, are you going to rap now?
"Why not?"
Rule Number two of the Guide to Survival, Trunks: High-pitched voices in the back of your head aren't always right …
End of Chapter 1
How was that? I thought that it was quite strange, but the fact that this fic is up and at 'em is great. I think that this could be a substitute of Round and Round in this Circle of Madness since I've lost inspiration on that one, whether I want to continue this story is undecided, I originally wanted to just stick with working with Guiding Light, The Silver Sea, and The Apple Tree … but now, I see a glimmer of hope for this one … hmmm…
Feedback is always appreciated! Yeah!
-Juunanagou4ever