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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 Twelve:
{In The Normal Timeline}
Mirai smiled as he saw Gohan in the kitchen with the frig open, looking inside it as A black haired woman sat at the table, a two year old black haired little girl bouncing in her lap.
"Hold on Panny, your father's looking for something for you." The woman said as she watched Gohan go through the contents of the frig, scowling softly to himself.
"You know, I think there may be some chicken from last night in the back, Gohan. That is if Father hasn't polished it off yet." Mirai said as he leaned against the side of the doorframe. Gohan looked up from the frig and smiled warmly at Mirai.
"Hey. Great to see you, Trunks. I was wondering when I'd finally run into you. How have you been?" Gohan asked as Mirai entered the room.
"Not bad actually. Here, allow me." Mirai said as he reached into the frig, moving random articles of containers of food and bottles of soda, water, and juice around until he found what he was looking for. He set the container of chicken down on the table with a smirk.
"Ta-dah! Mom always has this things pretty much stocked with food. Has too really, with four Saiyans living under one roof." Mirai said with a smile.
"I guess it didn't matter whether we had a girl or boy, then huh? Panny has Saiyan blood, thus the Saiyan appetite." Gohan said as Mirai smiled as he looked over at Videl and Pan.
"She's cute. Panny, huh? Hello there, little one." Mirai said, smiling as he tickled the little girl under her chin.
"Yeah, her name's Pan, but we call her Panny. I think she likes you, Trunks." Gohan said.
"So, how old is she?" Mirai asked.
"She just turned two." Videl said.
"And you must be Hercule Satan's daughter, Videl. It's a pleasure to meet you." Mirai said politely as Videl smiled at her husband.
"Are you sure he's Vegeta's son? He's far to polite." Videl said with a smile.
"I was raised by my mother, actually. I must get it from her." Mirai said with a smile as Videl nodded.
"So tell me, how do you know my father?" Videl asked.
"Cell Games." Mirai replied, his face darkening slightly, before he shook his head with a smile. "Forget about it. It's a long story anyhow." Mirai said.
"I.....well....." Videl began shyly.
"What is it?" Mirai asked.
"Well, it's obvious it must have been.....a.....a hard time for you, but I was just wondering.....how is it that you where there? You look so young." Videl said.
"Well, don't worry about it too much, to be blunt, that mutant grasshopper freak killed me, hense the maliciousness towards the Cell Games. But don't worry about it. Besides, lots of good came from it, as sad as it is to say." Mirai said with a chuckle.
"You could say that again." Gohan said.
"As far as my age. Well, I was eighteen when I went with the others to the Cell Games. I'm twenty one now." Mirai said with a smile.
"How is that possible?" Videl asked.
"Videl, he's from a different timeline, remember?" Gohan said as Videl nodded in understanding.
"Yeah, I guess I forgot. It's quiet a bit to take in, especially when you're talking to the living, breathing proof, huh? Sorry." Videl said as Mirai shook his head.
"Don't worry about it. But I have to ask. How did you two meet?" Mirai asked.
Gohan and Videl looked at each other with a smile, before laughing, as Mirai looked on lost.
"It's kind of a long story." Gohan said.
"I've got time." Mirai said.
"Well.....Videl and I went to high school together." Gohan said.
"We didn't just go to high school together, but we fought crime together, right Saiyaman?" Videl asked with a smile as Gohan blushed.
"Saiyaman?" Mirai asked as he raised an eyebrow.
Gohan sweatdropped.
"Don't ask."
"Ok, fair enough." Mirai said with a laugh as he put his hands up.
"So tell me, where were you anyway? You've been gone dor over two hours, your Mom said. I got here, what, an hour ago? We were looking for you, but then Pan started to get hungry, and since Dad and the others pretty much had the buffet table staked out, there was no way to get in there without losing a limb. So I asked Bulma if she's mind if Videl and I took Pan inside to get something to eat. Was actually funny, now that I think about it." Gohan said with a smile.
"Funny how?" Mirai asked.
"Mom beaned Dad with her frying pan for not sharing the food with his granddaughter, but.....and here's the scary thing.....it didn't phase him." Gohan said.
"Wow." Mirai murmered as Gohan nodded.
"Tell me about it." Gohan said with a laugh.
"Well, actually, Father and I were sparring, as incredible as that may sound." Mirai said.
"And you're still in once piece?!" Gohan cried shocked.
Mirai, Videl, and Gohan started laughing just as Vegeta walked into the house, and paused in the doorway. He 'hmphed' at them, before continuing back towards the Gravity Room.
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"Trunks? Trunks? Damn it, where are you *now?!*" Bulma cried as she entered the house. Mirai, Gohan and Videl came out of the kitchen, Videl carrying Pan, as they all walked up to her.
"He's right here, Bulma." Gohan said as Bulma put her hands on her hips and sighed deeply.
"Trunks! What am I going to do with you?! Do you have *any* idea what time it is? You're missing your own party and you only have a few more hours before everyone goes home." Bulma said.
"Sorry Mom, I was visiting Gohan. I told you that I was, remember?" Mirai asked.
"I know, sweetheart, but you're neglecting your other guests too. Don't forget them." Bulma said as Mirai smiled at her.
"I'm not. We were heading outside anyhow." Mirai said.
"Well, that's good. We're about to fire up the grill again anyhow. Goku and the others devowered the burgers and hotdogs we'd already made, so I had to get some more. You and our father still haven't eaten." Bulma said.
"Who's doing the cooking, Bulma?" Gohan asked as Bulma smiled at him.
"Your mother and I are, Gohan. Why?" Bulma asked.
"Bulma are you sure you're going to be able to handle it? Why don't I help?" Videl suggested as Gohan looked at his wife curiously.
"Why would they need help? Bulma and my mother are the best cooks in the world." Gohan said as Videl raised an eyebrow at him.
"Better than me?!" Videl cried as Gohan sweatdropped and held his hands up in defense.
"No, no. Of course not, Videl. You're the best cook I know!" Gohan cried as Bulma laughed at the pair.
"What?" Gohan asked as Bulma shrugged her shoulders.
"It's nothing really. It's just that.....I remember one time when Chichi threatened Goku with no dinner for a month if he was late getting home again from sparring with Vegeta, about three years back. Matter of fact, she said he'd have to make his own meals from then on if he was ever late again. It was quiet amusing. He begged her for over an hour and promised to never be late again. I think that's when he started asking Trunks to keep track of the time whenever he came over. Chibi Trunks, I mean." Bulma said, noticing the confused look on Mirai's face.
"Like father, like son. You know, I think I'll remember that little strategy. Thank you, Bulma." Videl said with a smile as Gohan frowned at the blue haired woman.
"Yeah, thanks a *whole* lot, Bulma." Gohan said sarcastically as Mirai watched in amusement.
"I guess you should know by now, Gohan. There's two sides to being a Saiyan. On one hand, we have incredible speed, strength, and nearly unfathomable power, and we only get stronger with practice. On the other hand, our only weakness is our appetite." Mirai said with a laugh.
"Or in my father's case, dreaded fear of needles." Gohan said with a laugh.
"I fear the day when the planet is threatened by a superior being who realizes the best way to defeat your father. We'll all be doomed." Videl said, as Gohan looked at his wife puzzled.
"What are you talking about? No one can defeat my Dad." Gohan said.
"Sure they could. Just throw thousands upon thousands of pounds of food infront of Goku, and while he's eating, take over the planet." Videl said.
"That's harsh." Gohan said.
"But the scariest part is, who knows you know?" Bulma said with a smile.
"That's not funny." Goku's voice suddenly said, as they saw Goku walk up behind them, clearly pouting.
"We were only kidding, Goku." Bulma said with a smile.
"Oh. Ok then. Anyway, come on you guys! Everyone is waiting to eat!" Goku cried, pushing Gohan and Mirai towards the door.
"Then again......Kami help us." Bulma said with a laugh.
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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 Twelve:
{In The Normal Timeline}
Mirai smiled as he saw Gohan in the kitchen with the frig open, looking inside it as A black haired woman sat at the table, a two year old black haired little girl bouncing in her lap.
"Hold on Panny, your father's looking for something for you." The woman said as she watched Gohan go through the contents of the frig, scowling softly to himself.
"You know, I think there may be some chicken from last night in the back, Gohan. That is if Father hasn't polished it off yet." Mirai said as he leaned against the side of the doorframe. Gohan looked up from the frig and smiled warmly at Mirai.
"Hey. Great to see you, Trunks. I was wondering when I'd finally run into you. How have you been?" Gohan asked as Mirai entered the room.
"Not bad actually. Here, allow me." Mirai said as he reached into the frig, moving random articles of containers of food and bottles of soda, water, and juice around until he found what he was looking for. He set the container of chicken down on the table with a smirk.
"Ta-dah! Mom always has this things pretty much stocked with food. Has too really, with four Saiyans living under one roof." Mirai said with a smile.
"I guess it didn't matter whether we had a girl or boy, then huh? Panny has Saiyan blood, thus the Saiyan appetite." Gohan said as Mirai smiled as he looked over at Videl and Pan.
"She's cute. Panny, huh? Hello there, little one." Mirai said, smiling as he tickled the little girl under her chin.
"Yeah, her name's Pan, but we call her Panny. I think she likes you, Trunks." Gohan said.
"So, how old is she?" Mirai asked.
"She just turned two." Videl said.
"And you must be Hercule Satan's daughter, Videl. It's a pleasure to meet you." Mirai said politely as Videl smiled at her husband.
"Are you sure he's Vegeta's son? He's far to polite." Videl said with a smile.
"I was raised by my mother, actually. I must get it from her." Mirai said with a smile as Videl nodded.
"So tell me, how do you know my father?" Videl asked.
"Cell Games." Mirai replied, his face darkening slightly, before he shook his head with a smile. "Forget about it. It's a long story anyhow." Mirai said.
"I.....well....." Videl began shyly.
"What is it?" Mirai asked.
"Well, it's obvious it must have been.....a.....a hard time for you, but I was just wondering.....how is it that you where there? You look so young." Videl said.
"Well, don't worry about it too much, to be blunt, that mutant grasshopper freak killed me, hense the maliciousness towards the Cell Games. But don't worry about it. Besides, lots of good came from it, as sad as it is to say." Mirai said with a chuckle.
"You could say that again." Gohan said.
"As far as my age. Well, I was eighteen when I went with the others to the Cell Games. I'm twenty one now." Mirai said with a smile.
"How is that possible?" Videl asked.
"Videl, he's from a different timeline, remember?" Gohan said as Videl nodded in understanding.
"Yeah, I guess I forgot. It's quiet a bit to take in, especially when you're talking to the living, breathing proof, huh? Sorry." Videl said as Mirai shook his head.
"Don't worry about it. But I have to ask. How did you two meet?" Mirai asked.
Gohan and Videl looked at each other with a smile, before laughing, as Mirai looked on lost.
"It's kind of a long story." Gohan said.
"I've got time." Mirai said.
"Well.....Videl and I went to high school together." Gohan said.
"We didn't just go to high school together, but we fought crime together, right Saiyaman?" Videl asked with a smile as Gohan blushed.
"Saiyaman?" Mirai asked as he raised an eyebrow.
Gohan sweatdropped.
"Don't ask."
"Ok, fair enough." Mirai said with a laugh as he put his hands up.
"So tell me, where were you anyway? You've been gone dor over two hours, your Mom said. I got here, what, an hour ago? We were looking for you, but then Pan started to get hungry, and since Dad and the others pretty much had the buffet table staked out, there was no way to get in there without losing a limb. So I asked Bulma if she's mind if Videl and I took Pan inside to get something to eat. Was actually funny, now that I think about it." Gohan said with a smile.
"Funny how?" Mirai asked.
"Mom beaned Dad with her frying pan for not sharing the food with his granddaughter, but.....and here's the scary thing.....it didn't phase him." Gohan said.
"Wow." Mirai murmered as Gohan nodded.
"Tell me about it." Gohan said with a laugh.
"Well, actually, Father and I were sparring, as incredible as that may sound." Mirai said.
"And you're still in once piece?!" Gohan cried shocked.
Mirai, Videl, and Gohan started laughing just as Vegeta walked into the house, and paused in the doorway. He 'hmphed' at them, before continuing back towards the Gravity Room.
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"Trunks? Trunks? Damn it, where are you *now?!*" Bulma cried as she entered the house. Mirai, Gohan and Videl came out of the kitchen, Videl carrying Pan, as they all walked up to her.
"He's right here, Bulma." Gohan said as Bulma put her hands on her hips and sighed deeply.
"Trunks! What am I going to do with you?! Do you have *any* idea what time it is? You're missing your own party and you only have a few more hours before everyone goes home." Bulma said.
"Sorry Mom, I was visiting Gohan. I told you that I was, remember?" Mirai asked.
"I know, sweetheart, but you're neglecting your other guests too. Don't forget them." Bulma said as Mirai smiled at her.
"I'm not. We were heading outside anyhow." Mirai said.
"Well, that's good. We're about to fire up the grill again anyhow. Goku and the others devowered the burgers and hotdogs we'd already made, so I had to get some more. You and our father still haven't eaten." Bulma said.
"Who's doing the cooking, Bulma?" Gohan asked as Bulma smiled at him.
"Your mother and I are, Gohan. Why?" Bulma asked.
"Bulma are you sure you're going to be able to handle it? Why don't I help?" Videl suggested as Gohan looked at his wife curiously.
"Why would they need help? Bulma and my mother are the best cooks in the world." Gohan said as Videl raised an eyebrow at him.
"Better than me?!" Videl cried as Gohan sweatdropped and held his hands up in defense.
"No, no. Of course not, Videl. You're the best cook I know!" Gohan cried as Bulma laughed at the pair.
"What?" Gohan asked as Bulma shrugged her shoulders.
"It's nothing really. It's just that.....I remember one time when Chichi threatened Goku with no dinner for a month if he was late getting home again from sparring with Vegeta, about three years back. Matter of fact, she said he'd have to make his own meals from then on if he was ever late again. It was quiet amusing. He begged her for over an hour and promised to never be late again. I think that's when he started asking Trunks to keep track of the time whenever he came over. Chibi Trunks, I mean." Bulma said, noticing the confused look on Mirai's face.
"Like father, like son. You know, I think I'll remember that little strategy. Thank you, Bulma." Videl said with a smile as Gohan frowned at the blue haired woman.
"Yeah, thanks a *whole* lot, Bulma." Gohan said sarcastically as Mirai watched in amusement.
"I guess you should know by now, Gohan. There's two sides to being a Saiyan. On one hand, we have incredible speed, strength, and nearly unfathomable power, and we only get stronger with practice. On the other hand, our only weakness is our appetite." Mirai said with a laugh.
"Or in my father's case, dreaded fear of needles." Gohan said with a laugh.
"I fear the day when the planet is threatened by a superior being who realizes the best way to defeat your father. We'll all be doomed." Videl said, as Gohan looked at his wife puzzled.
"What are you talking about? No one can defeat my Dad." Gohan said.
"Sure they could. Just throw thousands upon thousands of pounds of food infront of Goku, and while he's eating, take over the planet." Videl said.
"That's harsh." Gohan said.
"But the scariest part is, who knows you know?" Bulma said with a smile.
"That's not funny." Goku's voice suddenly said, as they saw Goku walk up behind them, clearly pouting.
"We were only kidding, Goku." Bulma said with a smile.
"Oh. Ok then. Anyway, come on you guys! Everyone is waiting to eat!" Goku cried, pushing Gohan and Mirai towards the door.
"Then again......Kami help us." Bulma said with a laugh.
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