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Just a little side note, Mirai Trunks is from the future where Goku died from the heart virus. You all should know what I'm talking about anyhow. Anyway, as my lawyers keep telling me, I really *don't* own the characters of DBZ.
I own him! *points to Mirai Trunks clone* He's mine! All mine!! And no, you still can't have him.
Anyway, enjoy the story.
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The Return of Mirai Trunks
Chapter Seven:
{In The Normal Timeline}
"So how was your trip to Goku's, Mirai?" Bulma asked the next morning as she stirred some eggs around the frying pan on the stove as Mirai Trunks came into the kitchen. He smiled at her as he went to the refrigerator to get something to drink.
"It was great, Mom. I still can't believe Goku is alive! And man, Goten looks just like him too!" Mirai said as Bulma laughed before she started to make breakfast.
A few minutes later, Vegeta, Bra, and Chibi Trunks came into the room, the two kids bouncing happily over to their mother, before sitting down at the table. Vegeta merely made a face as he made his way over to stand beside the counter a few feet away from his mate.
"Onna! Haven't you finished making the food yet?" Vegeta snarled.
"You know, Vegeta, if you weren't so *blind*, you think-headed monkey, you would have already noticed that it was sitting on the table right behind you." Bulma said sarcastically without looking behind her.
"About time, Onna! Feed the brat already, he keeps bugging me! Veeta snarled before sitting down.
"Ooooooh! You know, Vegeta, it wouldn't *kill* you to be a little nicer to Trunks.....*both* of them!" Bulma cried, turning around to glare at her mate.
"No. But it could kill them." Vegeta said with a smirk as Bulma slammed the spatula on the table.
"Vegeta! No one, but *NO ONE* threatens *my* children! NOT EVEN YOU! GOT IT?!" Bulma cried angrily. After a few moments, Bulma took a deep breath, calming herself. She then took a deep breath and looked up to glare at Vegeta, speaking in a calm tone.
"You know Vegeta, they are your children too. Why not *try* to be a little nicer to them for once?" Bulma asked.
"Mama? Why are you yelling at Papa?" Bra asked as Bulma shook her head.
"Nevermind Bra, sweetheart. Your father is just being his usual, uncivilized self." Bulma said sweetly as Vegeta 'hmph'ed from across the room. Bulma met Vegeta't eye, and glared furiously at him.
"Listen Vegeta, I've had just about enough of your attitude this morning!" Bulma said as Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her.
"Really? What are you going to do about it, Onna? Throw something at me?" Vegeta asked with a smirk as Bulma growled furiously at him, and if her children hadn't been in the room, she would have probably cursed a few choice phrases at him.
Mirai Trunks watched his mother and father trade insults back and forth. It was really quiet amusing. Vegeta only seemed to have two desires in life: to be stronger than Goku, and to annoy the hell out of Bulma.
"Are you two fighting?" Bra whimpered suddenly between the arguing.
Mirai Trunks was shocked by what he saw next. As he watched on, Bulma knelt down so she was eye-level with her daughter, hugging the little girl as she stroked her aqua hair comfortingly. But that wasn't was surprised Mirai.
Vegeta's face had softened a bit when Bra has spoken. A small smile was barely visible as it pulled at the end of Vegeta's mouth. Vegeta immediately sensed someone watching him, so he turned to glare at Mirai Trunks, who shuttered a little under his father's intense glare.
Suddenly Bra noticed her father wasn't paying attention to her, and started crying. Vegeta's face softened again as his eyes met his daughter's wet blue ones.
"What's wrong bratling?" Vegeta asked unemotionally as Bra looked up at her father, and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.
"Why don't you love Mama anymore?" Bra asked with a sniffle.
Vegeta was taken aback by his daughter's question. Bulma was just as speechless as she stared at the little girl.
'Poor child. She must really think Vegeta and I hate each other by the way we carry on.' Bulma thought to herself.
"Nonsense." Vegeta said, with the same emotionless voice.
Bulma jerked her head up to look at Vegeta, who ignored her as he continued looking at Bra. Even Mirai Trunks and Trunks looked on interested.
"What would make you think that?" Vegeta asked as Bra sniffed again.
"You always yell at each other." Bra said. Vegeta 'hmph'ed again, only this time, with a small smile on his face as he looked down at her.
"If that were true, bratling, neither you or your brother would be here right now." Vegeta said as Bulma blushed, but only Mirai Trunks noticed.
"Really?" Trunks asked with a grin as Vegeta turned to snarl at the boy.
"Of course, boy! What did *you* think?! Now go train, brat!" Vegeta growled as Trunks smiled happily at his father before racing to the Gravity Room. Bra immediately smiled, and trodded happily out of the room after her older brother.
Bulma was stunned.
She knew that she and Vegeta had their arguements, but *she* never took them seriously. She *never* thought her children did. She looked over at Mirai Trunks, who was also speechless. He held the fork he had been eating his pancakes with in mid-air, his mouth hanging open slightly. (Picture it!!)
He blinked as he quickly recovered, and put his plate on the counter. Vegeta watched him out of the corner of his eye.
"Thanks Mom. That was great." Mirai said, starting to head out of the living room.
"Where are *you* going, boy?" Vegeta asked as Mirai looked at his father nervously.
"I was.....just going to train with them." Mirai said as Vegeta snorted.
"Fine. Go." Vegeta said. Mirai was just in the doorwat when suddenly, Vegeta growled at him.
"Trunks! You tell no one what happened this morning, understood? Especially that moron Kakarrot!" Vegeta snarled as Mirai sweatdropped.
"Uh.....sure, Father." Mirai said nervously as he practically bolted out of the living room.
Bulma watched as Vegeta made his way over to the couch. He picked up the remote control, and started flipping through the channels.
"Vegeta?" Bulma asked softly.
"What is it now, Onna?" Vegeta asked, without even looking at her. He continued flipping through the channels.
"Vegeta? Did.....did you really mean that?" Bulma asked as Vegeta looked over at her strangely, raising an eyebrow.
"What?" Vegeta asked as Bulma sighed, and placed her hands on her hips.
"Vegeta, did you mean what you told Bra?" Bulma asked. Vegeta 'hmph'ed, then turned back to the television.
"I told her what I knew would keep her quiet." Vegeta said as Bulma looked at him hurt.
"You told her what she wanted to hear? That was it? You didn't mean any of it?" Bulma asked softly.
She wanted to cry, but she would never let this cold hearted ape have the satisfaction.
"That's not what I said, Onna." Vegeta said, still channel flipping.
Bulma was confused and frustrated now. With a 'hmph' of her own, she stomped over to him, grabbed the remote out of his hands, and clicked the tv off as he glared at her.
"Onna! I was using that!" Vegeta snarled, but Bulma ignored him. She stood infront of him, her hands on her hips as she glared furiously down at the man infront of her.
"I want to know the truth right now, Vegeta." Bulma said as Vegeta looked at her strangely again.
"What are you talking about, Onna?" Vegeta asked, raising an eyebrow.
"My name is Bulma! BULMA! God, are you so thick-headed that you can't even remember my name?!" Bulma asked angrily as Vegeta smirked at her.
"You can't even take me seriously, Vegeta! Arrrrgggggggh! You are totally impossible! What is wrong with you Vegeta?" Bulma asked as Vegeta smirked even more.
"I've had it, Vegeta. I'm through trying to get through your thick, stubborn skull! Watch tv all day! See if I give a damn!" Bulma cried, throwing the remote at his lap, and starting to storm away from him.
Suddenly she felt Vegeta's hand on her wrist as she started to pass the chair, preventing her from leaving. She frowned down at him menacingly.
"Would you kindly *remove* your hand from my wrist?" Bulma growled softly.
"Onna. You talk too much." Vegeta said and before Bulma could yell at him some more, he pulled her down until she fell onto his lap sideways, and sealed her lips with his own. She gasped in surprise, but quickly recovered, soon returning the kiss.
"For someone who's supposed to be a genius, you can be a real baka sometimes." Vegeta said, as soon as he had separated from her. She started to grow angry again.
"Supposed to be?! I'll have you know-" Bulma started to say before she was cut off again by him kissing her. She was speechless and he smirked once he'd separated from her once more.
"That's better. And *I'll* have you know, Onna, I may have said what the bratling wanted to hear, but I never said I didn't mean it." Vegeta said, and kissed her again.
Mirai Trunks had figured that maybe his father would want to train with him and the younger Trunks, so he started to head into the living room.
And stopped dead in his tracks.
He smiled to himself, then turned on his heel, and headed back towards the Gravity Room again.
'I'll guess I'll train by myself. Besides, I think Mom and Dad will be busy for a while." Mirai Trunks thought as he left.
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Just a little side note, Mirai Trunks is from the future where Goku died from the heart virus. You all should know what I'm talking about anyhow. Anyway, as my lawyers keep telling me, I really *don't* own the characters of DBZ.
I own him! *points to Mirai Trunks clone* He's mine! All mine!! And no, you still can't have him.
Anyway, enjoy the story.
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The Return of Mirai Trunks
Chapter Seven:
{In The Normal Timeline}
"So how was your trip to Goku's, Mirai?" Bulma asked the next morning as she stirred some eggs around the frying pan on the stove as Mirai Trunks came into the kitchen. He smiled at her as he went to the refrigerator to get something to drink.
"It was great, Mom. I still can't believe Goku is alive! And man, Goten looks just like him too!" Mirai said as Bulma laughed before she started to make breakfast.
A few minutes later, Vegeta, Bra, and Chibi Trunks came into the room, the two kids bouncing happily over to their mother, before sitting down at the table. Vegeta merely made a face as he made his way over to stand beside the counter a few feet away from his mate.
"Onna! Haven't you finished making the food yet?" Vegeta snarled.
"You know, Vegeta, if you weren't so *blind*, you think-headed monkey, you would have already noticed that it was sitting on the table right behind you." Bulma said sarcastically without looking behind her.
"About time, Onna! Feed the brat already, he keeps bugging me! Veeta snarled before sitting down.
"Ooooooh! You know, Vegeta, it wouldn't *kill* you to be a little nicer to Trunks.....*both* of them!" Bulma cried, turning around to glare at her mate.
"No. But it could kill them." Vegeta said with a smirk as Bulma slammed the spatula on the table.
"Vegeta! No one, but *NO ONE* threatens *my* children! NOT EVEN YOU! GOT IT?!" Bulma cried angrily. After a few moments, Bulma took a deep breath, calming herself. She then took a deep breath and looked up to glare at Vegeta, speaking in a calm tone.
"You know Vegeta, they are your children too. Why not *try* to be a little nicer to them for once?" Bulma asked.
"Mama? Why are you yelling at Papa?" Bra asked as Bulma shook her head.
"Nevermind Bra, sweetheart. Your father is just being his usual, uncivilized self." Bulma said sweetly as Vegeta 'hmph'ed from across the room. Bulma met Vegeta't eye, and glared furiously at him.
"Listen Vegeta, I've had just about enough of your attitude this morning!" Bulma said as Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her.
"Really? What are you going to do about it, Onna? Throw something at me?" Vegeta asked with a smirk as Bulma growled furiously at him, and if her children hadn't been in the room, she would have probably cursed a few choice phrases at him.
Mirai Trunks watched his mother and father trade insults back and forth. It was really quiet amusing. Vegeta only seemed to have two desires in life: to be stronger than Goku, and to annoy the hell out of Bulma.
"Are you two fighting?" Bra whimpered suddenly between the arguing.
Mirai Trunks was shocked by what he saw next. As he watched on, Bulma knelt down so she was eye-level with her daughter, hugging the little girl as she stroked her aqua hair comfortingly. But that wasn't was surprised Mirai.
Vegeta's face had softened a bit when Bra has spoken. A small smile was barely visible as it pulled at the end of Vegeta's mouth. Vegeta immediately sensed someone watching him, so he turned to glare at Mirai Trunks, who shuttered a little under his father's intense glare.
Suddenly Bra noticed her father wasn't paying attention to her, and started crying. Vegeta's face softened again as his eyes met his daughter's wet blue ones.
"What's wrong bratling?" Vegeta asked unemotionally as Bra looked up at her father, and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.
"Why don't you love Mama anymore?" Bra asked with a sniffle.
Vegeta was taken aback by his daughter's question. Bulma was just as speechless as she stared at the little girl.
'Poor child. She must really think Vegeta and I hate each other by the way we carry on.' Bulma thought to herself.
"Nonsense." Vegeta said, with the same emotionless voice.
Bulma jerked her head up to look at Vegeta, who ignored her as he continued looking at Bra. Even Mirai Trunks and Trunks looked on interested.
"What would make you think that?" Vegeta asked as Bra sniffed again.
"You always yell at each other." Bra said. Vegeta 'hmph'ed again, only this time, with a small smile on his face as he looked down at her.
"If that were true, bratling, neither you or your brother would be here right now." Vegeta said as Bulma blushed, but only Mirai Trunks noticed.
"Really?" Trunks asked with a grin as Vegeta turned to snarl at the boy.
"Of course, boy! What did *you* think?! Now go train, brat!" Vegeta growled as Trunks smiled happily at his father before racing to the Gravity Room. Bra immediately smiled, and trodded happily out of the room after her older brother.
Bulma was stunned.
She knew that she and Vegeta had their arguements, but *she* never took them seriously. She *never* thought her children did. She looked over at Mirai Trunks, who was also speechless. He held the fork he had been eating his pancakes with in mid-air, his mouth hanging open slightly. (Picture it!!)
He blinked as he quickly recovered, and put his plate on the counter. Vegeta watched him out of the corner of his eye.
"Thanks Mom. That was great." Mirai said, starting to head out of the living room.
"Where are *you* going, boy?" Vegeta asked as Mirai looked at his father nervously.
"I was.....just going to train with them." Mirai said as Vegeta snorted.
"Fine. Go." Vegeta said. Mirai was just in the doorwat when suddenly, Vegeta growled at him.
"Trunks! You tell no one what happened this morning, understood? Especially that moron Kakarrot!" Vegeta snarled as Mirai sweatdropped.
"Uh.....sure, Father." Mirai said nervously as he practically bolted out of the living room.
Bulma watched as Vegeta made his way over to the couch. He picked up the remote control, and started flipping through the channels.
"Vegeta?" Bulma asked softly.
"What is it now, Onna?" Vegeta asked, without even looking at her. He continued flipping through the channels.
"Vegeta? Did.....did you really mean that?" Bulma asked as Vegeta looked over at her strangely, raising an eyebrow.
"What?" Vegeta asked as Bulma sighed, and placed her hands on her hips.
"Vegeta, did you mean what you told Bra?" Bulma asked. Vegeta 'hmph'ed, then turned back to the television.
"I told her what I knew would keep her quiet." Vegeta said as Bulma looked at him hurt.
"You told her what she wanted to hear? That was it? You didn't mean any of it?" Bulma asked softly.
She wanted to cry, but she would never let this cold hearted ape have the satisfaction.
"That's not what I said, Onna." Vegeta said, still channel flipping.
Bulma was confused and frustrated now. With a 'hmph' of her own, she stomped over to him, grabbed the remote out of his hands, and clicked the tv off as he glared at her.
"Onna! I was using that!" Vegeta snarled, but Bulma ignored him. She stood infront of him, her hands on her hips as she glared furiously down at the man infront of her.
"I want to know the truth right now, Vegeta." Bulma said as Vegeta looked at her strangely again.
"What are you talking about, Onna?" Vegeta asked, raising an eyebrow.
"My name is Bulma! BULMA! God, are you so thick-headed that you can't even remember my name?!" Bulma asked angrily as Vegeta smirked at her.
"You can't even take me seriously, Vegeta! Arrrrgggggggh! You are totally impossible! What is wrong with you Vegeta?" Bulma asked as Vegeta smirked even more.
"I've had it, Vegeta. I'm through trying to get through your thick, stubborn skull! Watch tv all day! See if I give a damn!" Bulma cried, throwing the remote at his lap, and starting to storm away from him.
Suddenly she felt Vegeta's hand on her wrist as she started to pass the chair, preventing her from leaving. She frowned down at him menacingly.
"Would you kindly *remove* your hand from my wrist?" Bulma growled softly.
"Onna. You talk too much." Vegeta said and before Bulma could yell at him some more, he pulled her down until she fell onto his lap sideways, and sealed her lips with his own. She gasped in surprise, but quickly recovered, soon returning the kiss.
"For someone who's supposed to be a genius, you can be a real baka sometimes." Vegeta said, as soon as he had separated from her. She started to grow angry again.
"Supposed to be?! I'll have you know-" Bulma started to say before she was cut off again by him kissing her. She was speechless and he smirked once he'd separated from her once more.
"That's better. And *I'll* have you know, Onna, I may have said what the bratling wanted to hear, but I never said I didn't mean it." Vegeta said, and kissed her again.
Mirai Trunks had figured that maybe his father would want to train with him and the younger Trunks, so he started to head into the living room.
And stopped dead in his tracks.
He smiled to himself, then turned on his heel, and headed back towards the Gravity Room again.
'I'll guess I'll train by myself. Besides, I think Mom and Dad will be busy for a while." Mirai Trunks thought as he left.
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