Sorry this has taken so long ya'll, but I wasn't being lazy this time-just busy! Big thanks to Comet Moon for the suggestions, those were great and I'm already plotting how to use them. There were a lot of people asking about the inners, Zeke, ect, so I guess I'll answer that. (If you don't ant to know then scroll down tot he fic, I dun think it will spoil you too badly, but you never know)
Usagi *will* be going back to her old dimension eventually, but not for a long time. I have 15 chaps written up in a notebook under my bed and I still haven't gotten to this part yet. It's gonna be a long fic. The inners will be there, as well as Mamoru and Zeke. Don't know about the outers yet although, since they are my favorites, they'll probably be there as well.
Disclaimer-I don't own anything, but I am planning to kidnap Veggie-chan and put him to work in my harem...
Bring on the Rain
Chapter 9
Usagi was oddly quiet on the fly back to Capsule Corp, and was still quiet when she sat down at the kitchen table to grade some of the papers she'd been given. Vegeta, who had expected anything but the silent treatment, didn't know what to do.
"What's wrong?" He finally demanded gruffly.
"Nothing." She answered cooly, not even so much as looking at him. "I'm just busy." She pointedly went back to ignoring him, much to the Saiyan prince's annoyance.
"Onna!"
She slapped her pen down on the table. "What did you think you were doing?" She demanded, suddenly angry. "You threatened a kid, Vegeta. A kid!"
"He was hitting on my mate." He growled.
She sighed. "I understand why you're so protective of me, Vegeta, I even like the fact that you are, but you just took it too far today. He isn't competition, and I'm not going to leave you like Bulma did. Ever. I love you."
Vegeta froze, his indignant anger draining. "You...what?"
"I...you know I love you, Vegeta." At the look on his face, the slight shake of his head, she suddenly realized that he didn't. Usagi knew it was her fault that he didn't know, she'd assumed that, him being a Saiyan and all, he would know that she loved him just because they were together. Just like she knew that he loved her. "Oh Vegeta...I'm so sorry!" She breathed, immediately standing and throwing her arms around him. "I'm sorry." She repeated. "I thought you knew."
Vegeta's mind was reeling. Now he finally understood. He understood why, when he'd been with Bulma, she'd often pleaded with him to say it. Why sometimes Usagi's eyes begged him to tell her, even though she would never ask him to outloud. He hadn't even known he'd wanted to hear it from her, but now he understood why so many put so much into those three little words.
And although he felt the same about her, he couldn't bring himself to repeat those words back to her.
"Say it again." He asked, voice sounding strange to his own ears. He tightened his arms around her. "Tell me again." Softly she began to repeat those three little words over and over in his ear. Her fingers clutched at the fabric of his training outfit as she held on to him as if he were the only thing in the world that mattered.
Vegeta did nothing more than just continue to hold her until they were interrupted some time later.
"Oh my!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed, trying to hide a smile. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here! I was just about to start dinner." Continuing to chat, mostly to herself, Bulma's mother turned on the stove.
Vegeta caught Usagi wipe a tear from her eye.
Wordlessly he left to continue training.
Vegeta paused, unnoticed, in the doorway to the kitchen and simply watched Usagi, her head bowed over her work. He'd only managed to train for about an hour, but for once he didn't really care. The phone began to ring, and Vegeta quickly answered it to keep it from disturbing his mate.
"What?" He growled, ready to hang up and preparing a rude comment.
"Hey! Vegeta! Just the person I wanted to talk to!"
"Kakarott!" He hissed. "What do you want?"
Goku laughed. "Well, you see, I'm callin' because Gohan came home with the funniest story today. He said that you and Usagi are mates!" He laughed. "Isn't that hilarious?"
"What's your point, baka?"
"Wait...you mean you really are?"
There was silence for a moment. No one knew it, but when Bulma had broken it off with Vegeta years ago, Goku had telepathically contacted him from Otherworld to thank him for not destroying the world. Even if he had forgotten his heritage, Goku was still the only one who could-due to his Saiyan blood-understand what Vegeta had been going through.
"We're going to spar tomorrow, Kakarott." Vegeta declared, breaking the silence as an idea came to him. "Meet me in the desert after your brat has left for school." Before the other Saiyan could answer, Vegeta hung up the phone.
"We haven't sparred since our last fight!" Goku said cheerfully the next day as he began his stretches. Vegeta didn't answer, just stood there with his arms crossed, fighting his pride.
"We aren't going to spar." He said finally.
Goku stared at him. "We aren't? But...isn't that why we're here?"
"No, I lied." Vegeta smirk faltered a moment as he actually hesitated. "Kakarrott...how did you manage to marry your mate?"
"Vegeta! You want to marry Usagi?" The tall Saiyan gawked.
He nodded slowly.
"Let me think..."
"Don't think, baka! We'll be here forever!" The Saiyan prince snapped, feeling somehow like every eye on Earth was watching him.
"Oh yeah, now I remember! When I was little my grandpa took me to a courthouse and got me a last name. They do that, you know, because of all the aliens and stuff that come here. So then, after you have a last name, you're in the records and can do stuff like get married. Understand?"
Vegeta didn't answer as a thoughtful look crossed his face.
"You're really serious about this?" Goku asked, disbelief evident in his voice. Vegeta nodded once, thoughtfully, and took off into he sky. Without hesitation, Goku followed. "What last name are you gonna get?"
"Theprinceofallsaiyans."
"You're not serious, are you?" Goku laughed.
"What's wrong with that name?" Vegeta demanded irritably.
"Well...I don't think Usagi would...appreciate that name." Goku answered carefully. He didn't want Vegeta to change his mind about getting a last name and all of that, but still..."Anyway, I thought you were the only one who ah...deserved that title."
Vegeta snorted. He would actually be willing to share that name with his mate, but he knew that in some strange was Goku was right. Suddenly the perfect idea came to him and a slow smirk curved onto his face. "Badman." He said. "My last name will be Badman."
"You want your last name to be Bat-man, sir?" The clerk in the courthouse asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No you moron! Not Batman! Badman! B-A-D..."
"Vegeta, calm down!" Goku looked worriedly at the room filled with people staring at them. If Chi-Chi heard about this...Finally, after two more hours and a million threats, Vegeta finally had a last name.
"Now what?" The Saiyan prince demanded as he and Goku stepped outside.
"Well, I guess you should buy her a ring."
"A ring?"
"Yeah, you know."
Vegeta knew of the tradition on Earth, yes, but the thought had never crossed his mind. ? Usagi didn't have any jewelry...
It took fourteen towns, two continents, and seventy-five jewelry stores before Vegeta found a ring that would be "suitable" for his mate. "That one." Vegeta decided in his usual, arrogant voice as he carelessly pointed at one. Goku, who'd been slumped over the counter in exhaustion, looked up hopefully.
"All right!" He exclaimed enthusiastically, at the same time wishing that he'd never agreed to help the Saiyan prince. It was just too much work! And the single-minded Vegeta hadn't even let the search pause for lunch! Needless to say, Goku was very hungry.
"Hey, you, woman!" Vegeta called to the owner of the store. "I've made my decision, I want this one!"
The storeowner, a stout woman in her late fifties, certainly did not like to be referred to as "woman." Nevertheless, she considered herself high class, and Vegeta's way of speech and his bearing attested to good breeding. She let his rude comment slide on both that, and the grounds that she didn't want to loose a sale.
"That one?" She asked, making sure.
Vegeta crossed his arms. "None of these are worthy of my mate, but this one will do. I can't expect to ever find one that is worthy on this miserable planet."
Goku's jaw dropped.
The storeowner told Vegeta the price and, without so much as flinching, he paid her.
"And here's you're receipt, sir." She said pleasantly, handing it to him then beginning on her paper work. After a few moments she looked up to find him still there. "Anything else you need, sir? The date the ring will be in is on the receipt."
"What's stopping me from taking it now? I paid for it!"
"These rings are all holograms, sir, to keep them from being stolen. I have to send away for the ring for you, it will be in on...Saturday."
A large, strange looking object appeared suddenly and unexpectedly in the air. Anyone watching would have been shocked and even frightened. Luckily though, the object appeared in the desert, and nothing lives in the desert.
The object landed without much sound behind an outcropping of rocks. A hatch on the object slowly began to open and out stepped a tall young man with longish lavender hair. He wore a pair of black pants with a black tanktop, and over it was a jacket wearing the logo of Capsule Corp.
With a sigh of relief that his journey was finally over Mirai Trunks hit the button on his time machine that would return it to it's capsule. A grin crossed his face as he took off into the air, he felt like it had been ages since he last visited the past, although for him it had only been a few months. Since defeating the androids, the rebuilding effort on the part of humanity had been going very well.
Nevertheless, it would be good to see a world that hadn't been wracked by destruction again. It would be good to see the younger versions of his friends and family.
Mirai Trunks checked his watch: 3:15. Everyone should be home then.
Boy, they were gonna be surprised when they saw him!
After a few more moments of flying, Mirai Trunks stopped midair to look around. "Aw man!" He muttered, "I can't believe I'm lost. How in the world..."
Off in the distance he caught sight of a yellow cloud moving across the sky and he sped up to catch up to it. To his surprise, a woman with long golden hair tied into a braid was sitting on it. (To my knowledge, M. Trunks has never seen Nimbus- A.N.)
"H...hello." He greeted, trying not to scare the stranger.
She jumped at the sound of his voice, but when she spotted him an easy smile curved onto her lips. "Hi there!" She responded cheerfully.
"Um...Nice cloud."
"It's not mine, a friend is letting me borrow it."
"Listen, I know this sounds strange, but do you know how I can get to Capsule Corp from here? I'm..." He blushed. "Kinda lost..."
"Capsule Corp? That's where I'm headed!"
"Really?"
"Mmmhmm, I live there, follow me."
Mirai Trunks followed, at the same time thinking that her presence was strange, she hadn't been there when he had last visited.
Chill Trunks, you may have been away for only a little while, but seven years have gone by here. He reminded himself. He'd purposefully set hs time machine ahead a little so that he could check on everyone. As they neared Capsule Corp, M. Trunks spotted a little boy standing outside kicking around a ball. The boy was skinny-although he did have the beginnings of muscles-and his lavender hair was slightly longish. He looked up at their approach and the minute the girl stepped off her cloud he was hugging her.
"Usagi!" He exclaimed happily. "I've been waiting all day for you to come home! I've been bored, and mom wouldn't let me go to Goten's house just because I gave some scientist friend of hers a hot foot!"
"Trunks, you didn't!" She laughed, while trying to look stern. "You know that's not nice!"
Chibi Trunks crossed his arms and, to M. Trunk's utter shock, an expression crossed his face that was frighteningly similar to the ones his father often wore. "He was askin' for it- he called me a runt!" The eight-year old complained.
Usagi shook her head, still laughing. "Well, why did you train if you were bored?"
"Dad's not here, and you know mom doesn't let me use the gravity room by myself."
"He's not? Where did Vegeta go?"
"Off to spar with Goku. Didn't he tell you?" At Usagi's shake of the head he shrugged and grabbed her hand. "Oh well. Come on, grandma made some cookies." He began to pull her toward the door.
Mirai Trunks wordlessly followed the strange blonde girl and his younger self into the house. After getting herself some cookies and milk, she sat down at the kitchen table and spread out the papers she'd been carrying.
"Can I help?" Chibi Trunks asked, sitting down beside her.
"Sure! Here's the answer key."
"You're not afraid I'll mess it up?" he questioned as she handed him a red pen.
"Of course not, Trunks. You're a very smart boy. I'll probably make more mistakes than you, but that's what white out is for."
"My real mom never lets me help her." He mumbled. Usagi reached out and affectionately rumpled his hair.
"Well, I'm not your real mom." She muttered back conspiratorially.
Uncomfortably, Mirai Trunks sat down in the seat across from them. His past self, who was already proving to be shockingly different from him, clearly admired this strange girl.
At just that moment, Chibi Trunks noticed his presence.
"Who'd this bozo?" he asked, looking at Usagi with a raised eyebrow. "My dad's not gonna like you bringin' strange guys home. Neither do I."
"I'm here to see Vegeta." Mirai Trunks said quickly.
"My dad's not here right now, and even if he was, he wouldn't wanna talk to a dork like you!"
"Trunks!" Usagi snapped.
"Well, he wouldn't!" He insisted as he rose to answer the now ringing phone. "Hello?" His face suddenly lit up. "Hey Goten! Huh...I don't know, I'm kinda in trouble...quit laughing! It doesn't happen that often!...Hold on, let me ask..." He carefully laid the phone down on the counter and rushed out of the room at an amazing speed.
"Must be Goten." Usagi laughed.
"Who?"
"Goten, his best friend,"
"Wahoo!" Chibi Trunks yelled, rushing back into the room and picking up the phone. "Goten, I can! Mom forgot I was in trouble...she said it was ok as long as you meet me half way...ok! Hey, go super so we can get there quicker...bye!"
"Going over to Goten's?" Usagi asked in amusement.
"Yeah!" Chibi Trunks hugged her quickly, then stood back and began to power up. Mirai Trunk's jaw nearly hit the ground as the young boy quickly and easily made the transformation to super Saiyan. (M. Trunks himself didn't go super until he was like 13) Then Chibi Trunks left. Usagi didn't even look up.
"H...how old is he?" Mirai Trunks asked to make sure he wasn't looking his mind.
"Eight."
"And already a Super Saiyan?"
"Mmmhmm. Of course he is. He's Vegeta's son, after all." A slow smile curved on to her face as she continued with her work. "They usually train together every day."
"Vegeta...willingly trains with his son?"
Usagi looked up, eyes hardening. "You know, I don't get you people. Vegeta isn't as bad as you all seem to think. And if he seems mean sometimes, well he has his reasons, and they're perfectly good ones."
Mirai Trunks stared at her in shock. She was defending his father?
Before he could respond the object of their conversation walked in the kitchen door. He seemed to be angry about something, but the moment he saw Usagi, his expression actually seemed to soften. He took her arm and began to pull her to her feet in a way that looked...gentle?...and began to pull her toward the door.
"I have to work, Vegeta!" She giggled, blushing a little.
"Feh." He growled, not stopping. "Maybe I should destroy your work, ne? Then you wouldn't have anything to worry about." He looked toward the papers piled on the table.
"No, I don't think that's necessary...just let me put it all away, ok?"
Almost, it seemed, reluctantly, he released her and crossed his arms, glaring at her work. Then he smirked. "Hurry it up then, onna." Usagi cast a glance at her papers, then with a mischievous grin snapped her fingers. They all disappeared.
"Sub-space pocket." She said breezily, exiting the room. Vegeta's smirk grew and he followed.
Leaving Mirai Trunks alone and unnoticed. Odd, Vegeta wasn't the type to miss a detail. Especially one as unusual as the future version of his only son.
Something must have been distracting him.
He stood and began making his way to his mother's laboratory-where he knew without a doubt she'd be working. With a grin he snuck up behind her and covered her eyes with his hands.
"Guess who?"
"Yamcha, I told you later!" Bulma said sternly, trying to pull his hands away. "Now, leave me alo..." At that moment she turned around and froze, shock covering her features. "Trunks!" She screamed, throwing her arms around him. "It's you! You're back! What are you doing here?"
"Just came for a visit." He laughed, hugging her back.
Suddenly she pulled away and looked at him accusingly. "Why didn't you warn me that you were such a trouble-maker as a child?" She demanded. "I was so unprepared!"
"I wasn't a trouble-maker." He answered, confused. "I had t behave so that you and the others could concentrate on helping the victims of the android attacks."
"Oh. Hmm...I guess it's all Vegeta's fault then." She shrugged.
"What are you talking about, anyway?"
She sighed. "He...you actually...gave one of my dear friends a hot foot, poured green paint on another, and glued a third's hand to his..." she cleared her throat. (Couldn't resist!) "And at the world's Martial Arts Tournament, he wanted to fight the adults so he knocked out one of the contestants and convinced poor Goten to dress up as him with him!"
M. Trunk's eyes were wide. All this just because his father was alive to help raise him?
"Who exactly is this Goten person, anyway?"
"Well, he'll be coming to dinner and spend the night later, no doubt, so you'll see him then. Pity, I guess he just missed being born in your time. And you two are such good friends here. Inseparable."
Mirai Trunks remained silent for a moment, un-answering. "Who's that girl?" He finally asked, deciding to change the subject.
"You're stepmother, of course."
"Step..." He paled.
Bulma didn't notice. "Well, as close to it as anyone will ever come." She laughed. "Considering the fact that Vegeta would never ask anyone to marry him. I guess you Saiyans would call her his mate, ne?"
"You...aren't with father anymore?" He asked dazedly.
"No, of course not! We haven't been a couple in years! Are you all right, Trunks? You couldn't honestly expect us to stay together forever, could you? Vegeta's not my type. Too stubborn."
To be continued.
Sorry this took so long, I've been super busy! Poor Mirai Trunks, what's going to happen? Review and I'll try really hard to get the next chapter out in under a month this time. LOL.
Usagi *will* be going back to her old dimension eventually, but not for a long time. I have 15 chaps written up in a notebook under my bed and I still haven't gotten to this part yet. It's gonna be a long fic. The inners will be there, as well as Mamoru and Zeke. Don't know about the outers yet although, since they are my favorites, they'll probably be there as well.
Disclaimer-I don't own anything, but I am planning to kidnap Veggie-chan and put him to work in my harem...
Bring on the Rain
Chapter 9
Usagi was oddly quiet on the fly back to Capsule Corp, and was still quiet when she sat down at the kitchen table to grade some of the papers she'd been given. Vegeta, who had expected anything but the silent treatment, didn't know what to do.
"What's wrong?" He finally demanded gruffly.
"Nothing." She answered cooly, not even so much as looking at him. "I'm just busy." She pointedly went back to ignoring him, much to the Saiyan prince's annoyance.
"Onna!"
She slapped her pen down on the table. "What did you think you were doing?" She demanded, suddenly angry. "You threatened a kid, Vegeta. A kid!"
"He was hitting on my mate." He growled.
She sighed. "I understand why you're so protective of me, Vegeta, I even like the fact that you are, but you just took it too far today. He isn't competition, and I'm not going to leave you like Bulma did. Ever. I love you."
Vegeta froze, his indignant anger draining. "You...what?"
"I...you know I love you, Vegeta." At the look on his face, the slight shake of his head, she suddenly realized that he didn't. Usagi knew it was her fault that he didn't know, she'd assumed that, him being a Saiyan and all, he would know that she loved him just because they were together. Just like she knew that he loved her. "Oh Vegeta...I'm so sorry!" She breathed, immediately standing and throwing her arms around him. "I'm sorry." She repeated. "I thought you knew."
Vegeta's mind was reeling. Now he finally understood. He understood why, when he'd been with Bulma, she'd often pleaded with him to say it. Why sometimes Usagi's eyes begged him to tell her, even though she would never ask him to outloud. He hadn't even known he'd wanted to hear it from her, but now he understood why so many put so much into those three little words.
And although he felt the same about her, he couldn't bring himself to repeat those words back to her.
"Say it again." He asked, voice sounding strange to his own ears. He tightened his arms around her. "Tell me again." Softly she began to repeat those three little words over and over in his ear. Her fingers clutched at the fabric of his training outfit as she held on to him as if he were the only thing in the world that mattered.
Vegeta did nothing more than just continue to hold her until they were interrupted some time later.
"Oh my!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed, trying to hide a smile. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here! I was just about to start dinner." Continuing to chat, mostly to herself, Bulma's mother turned on the stove.
Vegeta caught Usagi wipe a tear from her eye.
Wordlessly he left to continue training.
Vegeta paused, unnoticed, in the doorway to the kitchen and simply watched Usagi, her head bowed over her work. He'd only managed to train for about an hour, but for once he didn't really care. The phone began to ring, and Vegeta quickly answered it to keep it from disturbing his mate.
"What?" He growled, ready to hang up and preparing a rude comment.
"Hey! Vegeta! Just the person I wanted to talk to!"
"Kakarott!" He hissed. "What do you want?"
Goku laughed. "Well, you see, I'm callin' because Gohan came home with the funniest story today. He said that you and Usagi are mates!" He laughed. "Isn't that hilarious?"
"What's your point, baka?"
"Wait...you mean you really are?"
There was silence for a moment. No one knew it, but when Bulma had broken it off with Vegeta years ago, Goku had telepathically contacted him from Otherworld to thank him for not destroying the world. Even if he had forgotten his heritage, Goku was still the only one who could-due to his Saiyan blood-understand what Vegeta had been going through.
"We're going to spar tomorrow, Kakarott." Vegeta declared, breaking the silence as an idea came to him. "Meet me in the desert after your brat has left for school." Before the other Saiyan could answer, Vegeta hung up the phone.
"We haven't sparred since our last fight!" Goku said cheerfully the next day as he began his stretches. Vegeta didn't answer, just stood there with his arms crossed, fighting his pride.
"We aren't going to spar." He said finally.
Goku stared at him. "We aren't? But...isn't that why we're here?"
"No, I lied." Vegeta smirk faltered a moment as he actually hesitated. "Kakarrott...how did you manage to marry your mate?"
"Vegeta! You want to marry Usagi?" The tall Saiyan gawked.
He nodded slowly.
"Let me think..."
"Don't think, baka! We'll be here forever!" The Saiyan prince snapped, feeling somehow like every eye on Earth was watching him.
"Oh yeah, now I remember! When I was little my grandpa took me to a courthouse and got me a last name. They do that, you know, because of all the aliens and stuff that come here. So then, after you have a last name, you're in the records and can do stuff like get married. Understand?"
Vegeta didn't answer as a thoughtful look crossed his face.
"You're really serious about this?" Goku asked, disbelief evident in his voice. Vegeta nodded once, thoughtfully, and took off into he sky. Without hesitation, Goku followed. "What last name are you gonna get?"
"Theprinceofallsaiyans."
"You're not serious, are you?" Goku laughed.
"What's wrong with that name?" Vegeta demanded irritably.
"Well...I don't think Usagi would...appreciate that name." Goku answered carefully. He didn't want Vegeta to change his mind about getting a last name and all of that, but still..."Anyway, I thought you were the only one who ah...deserved that title."
Vegeta snorted. He would actually be willing to share that name with his mate, but he knew that in some strange was Goku was right. Suddenly the perfect idea came to him and a slow smirk curved onto his face. "Badman." He said. "My last name will be Badman."
"You want your last name to be Bat-man, sir?" The clerk in the courthouse asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No you moron! Not Batman! Badman! B-A-D..."
"Vegeta, calm down!" Goku looked worriedly at the room filled with people staring at them. If Chi-Chi heard about this...Finally, after two more hours and a million threats, Vegeta finally had a last name.
"Now what?" The Saiyan prince demanded as he and Goku stepped outside.
"Well, I guess you should buy her a ring."
"A ring?"
"Yeah, you know."
Vegeta knew of the tradition on Earth, yes, but the thought had never crossed his mind. ? Usagi didn't have any jewelry...
It took fourteen towns, two continents, and seventy-five jewelry stores before Vegeta found a ring that would be "suitable" for his mate. "That one." Vegeta decided in his usual, arrogant voice as he carelessly pointed at one. Goku, who'd been slumped over the counter in exhaustion, looked up hopefully.
"All right!" He exclaimed enthusiastically, at the same time wishing that he'd never agreed to help the Saiyan prince. It was just too much work! And the single-minded Vegeta hadn't even let the search pause for lunch! Needless to say, Goku was very hungry.
"Hey, you, woman!" Vegeta called to the owner of the store. "I've made my decision, I want this one!"
The storeowner, a stout woman in her late fifties, certainly did not like to be referred to as "woman." Nevertheless, she considered herself high class, and Vegeta's way of speech and his bearing attested to good breeding. She let his rude comment slide on both that, and the grounds that she didn't want to loose a sale.
"That one?" She asked, making sure.
Vegeta crossed his arms. "None of these are worthy of my mate, but this one will do. I can't expect to ever find one that is worthy on this miserable planet."
Goku's jaw dropped.
The storeowner told Vegeta the price and, without so much as flinching, he paid her.
"And here's you're receipt, sir." She said pleasantly, handing it to him then beginning on her paper work. After a few moments she looked up to find him still there. "Anything else you need, sir? The date the ring will be in is on the receipt."
"What's stopping me from taking it now? I paid for it!"
"These rings are all holograms, sir, to keep them from being stolen. I have to send away for the ring for you, it will be in on...Saturday."
A large, strange looking object appeared suddenly and unexpectedly in the air. Anyone watching would have been shocked and even frightened. Luckily though, the object appeared in the desert, and nothing lives in the desert.
The object landed without much sound behind an outcropping of rocks. A hatch on the object slowly began to open and out stepped a tall young man with longish lavender hair. He wore a pair of black pants with a black tanktop, and over it was a jacket wearing the logo of Capsule Corp.
With a sigh of relief that his journey was finally over Mirai Trunks hit the button on his time machine that would return it to it's capsule. A grin crossed his face as he took off into the air, he felt like it had been ages since he last visited the past, although for him it had only been a few months. Since defeating the androids, the rebuilding effort on the part of humanity had been going very well.
Nevertheless, it would be good to see a world that hadn't been wracked by destruction again. It would be good to see the younger versions of his friends and family.
Mirai Trunks checked his watch: 3:15. Everyone should be home then.
Boy, they were gonna be surprised when they saw him!
After a few more moments of flying, Mirai Trunks stopped midair to look around. "Aw man!" He muttered, "I can't believe I'm lost. How in the world..."
Off in the distance he caught sight of a yellow cloud moving across the sky and he sped up to catch up to it. To his surprise, a woman with long golden hair tied into a braid was sitting on it. (To my knowledge, M. Trunks has never seen Nimbus- A.N.)
"H...hello." He greeted, trying not to scare the stranger.
She jumped at the sound of his voice, but when she spotted him an easy smile curved onto her lips. "Hi there!" She responded cheerfully.
"Um...Nice cloud."
"It's not mine, a friend is letting me borrow it."
"Listen, I know this sounds strange, but do you know how I can get to Capsule Corp from here? I'm..." He blushed. "Kinda lost..."
"Capsule Corp? That's where I'm headed!"
"Really?"
"Mmmhmm, I live there, follow me."
Mirai Trunks followed, at the same time thinking that her presence was strange, she hadn't been there when he had last visited.
Chill Trunks, you may have been away for only a little while, but seven years have gone by here. He reminded himself. He'd purposefully set hs time machine ahead a little so that he could check on everyone. As they neared Capsule Corp, M. Trunks spotted a little boy standing outside kicking around a ball. The boy was skinny-although he did have the beginnings of muscles-and his lavender hair was slightly longish. He looked up at their approach and the minute the girl stepped off her cloud he was hugging her.
"Usagi!" He exclaimed happily. "I've been waiting all day for you to come home! I've been bored, and mom wouldn't let me go to Goten's house just because I gave some scientist friend of hers a hot foot!"
"Trunks, you didn't!" She laughed, while trying to look stern. "You know that's not nice!"
Chibi Trunks crossed his arms and, to M. Trunk's utter shock, an expression crossed his face that was frighteningly similar to the ones his father often wore. "He was askin' for it- he called me a runt!" The eight-year old complained.
Usagi shook her head, still laughing. "Well, why did you train if you were bored?"
"Dad's not here, and you know mom doesn't let me use the gravity room by myself."
"He's not? Where did Vegeta go?"
"Off to spar with Goku. Didn't he tell you?" At Usagi's shake of the head he shrugged and grabbed her hand. "Oh well. Come on, grandma made some cookies." He began to pull her toward the door.
Mirai Trunks wordlessly followed the strange blonde girl and his younger self into the house. After getting herself some cookies and milk, she sat down at the kitchen table and spread out the papers she'd been carrying.
"Can I help?" Chibi Trunks asked, sitting down beside her.
"Sure! Here's the answer key."
"You're not afraid I'll mess it up?" he questioned as she handed him a red pen.
"Of course not, Trunks. You're a very smart boy. I'll probably make more mistakes than you, but that's what white out is for."
"My real mom never lets me help her." He mumbled. Usagi reached out and affectionately rumpled his hair.
"Well, I'm not your real mom." She muttered back conspiratorially.
Uncomfortably, Mirai Trunks sat down in the seat across from them. His past self, who was already proving to be shockingly different from him, clearly admired this strange girl.
At just that moment, Chibi Trunks noticed his presence.
"Who'd this bozo?" he asked, looking at Usagi with a raised eyebrow. "My dad's not gonna like you bringin' strange guys home. Neither do I."
"I'm here to see Vegeta." Mirai Trunks said quickly.
"My dad's not here right now, and even if he was, he wouldn't wanna talk to a dork like you!"
"Trunks!" Usagi snapped.
"Well, he wouldn't!" He insisted as he rose to answer the now ringing phone. "Hello?" His face suddenly lit up. "Hey Goten! Huh...I don't know, I'm kinda in trouble...quit laughing! It doesn't happen that often!...Hold on, let me ask..." He carefully laid the phone down on the counter and rushed out of the room at an amazing speed.
"Must be Goten." Usagi laughed.
"Who?"
"Goten, his best friend,"
"Wahoo!" Chibi Trunks yelled, rushing back into the room and picking up the phone. "Goten, I can! Mom forgot I was in trouble...she said it was ok as long as you meet me half way...ok! Hey, go super so we can get there quicker...bye!"
"Going over to Goten's?" Usagi asked in amusement.
"Yeah!" Chibi Trunks hugged her quickly, then stood back and began to power up. Mirai Trunk's jaw nearly hit the ground as the young boy quickly and easily made the transformation to super Saiyan. (M. Trunks himself didn't go super until he was like 13) Then Chibi Trunks left. Usagi didn't even look up.
"H...how old is he?" Mirai Trunks asked to make sure he wasn't looking his mind.
"Eight."
"And already a Super Saiyan?"
"Mmmhmm. Of course he is. He's Vegeta's son, after all." A slow smile curved on to her face as she continued with her work. "They usually train together every day."
"Vegeta...willingly trains with his son?"
Usagi looked up, eyes hardening. "You know, I don't get you people. Vegeta isn't as bad as you all seem to think. And if he seems mean sometimes, well he has his reasons, and they're perfectly good ones."
Mirai Trunks stared at her in shock. She was defending his father?
Before he could respond the object of their conversation walked in the kitchen door. He seemed to be angry about something, but the moment he saw Usagi, his expression actually seemed to soften. He took her arm and began to pull her to her feet in a way that looked...gentle?...and began to pull her toward the door.
"I have to work, Vegeta!" She giggled, blushing a little.
"Feh." He growled, not stopping. "Maybe I should destroy your work, ne? Then you wouldn't have anything to worry about." He looked toward the papers piled on the table.
"No, I don't think that's necessary...just let me put it all away, ok?"
Almost, it seemed, reluctantly, he released her and crossed his arms, glaring at her work. Then he smirked. "Hurry it up then, onna." Usagi cast a glance at her papers, then with a mischievous grin snapped her fingers. They all disappeared.
"Sub-space pocket." She said breezily, exiting the room. Vegeta's smirk grew and he followed.
Leaving Mirai Trunks alone and unnoticed. Odd, Vegeta wasn't the type to miss a detail. Especially one as unusual as the future version of his only son.
Something must have been distracting him.
He stood and began making his way to his mother's laboratory-where he knew without a doubt she'd be working. With a grin he snuck up behind her and covered her eyes with his hands.
"Guess who?"
"Yamcha, I told you later!" Bulma said sternly, trying to pull his hands away. "Now, leave me alo..." At that moment she turned around and froze, shock covering her features. "Trunks!" She screamed, throwing her arms around him. "It's you! You're back! What are you doing here?"
"Just came for a visit." He laughed, hugging her back.
Suddenly she pulled away and looked at him accusingly. "Why didn't you warn me that you were such a trouble-maker as a child?" She demanded. "I was so unprepared!"
"I wasn't a trouble-maker." He answered, confused. "I had t behave so that you and the others could concentrate on helping the victims of the android attacks."
"Oh. Hmm...I guess it's all Vegeta's fault then." She shrugged.
"What are you talking about, anyway?"
She sighed. "He...you actually...gave one of my dear friends a hot foot, poured green paint on another, and glued a third's hand to his..." she cleared her throat. (Couldn't resist!) "And at the world's Martial Arts Tournament, he wanted to fight the adults so he knocked out one of the contestants and convinced poor Goten to dress up as him with him!"
M. Trunk's eyes were wide. All this just because his father was alive to help raise him?
"Who exactly is this Goten person, anyway?"
"Well, he'll be coming to dinner and spend the night later, no doubt, so you'll see him then. Pity, I guess he just missed being born in your time. And you two are such good friends here. Inseparable."
Mirai Trunks remained silent for a moment, un-answering. "Who's that girl?" He finally asked, deciding to change the subject.
"You're stepmother, of course."
"Step..." He paled.
Bulma didn't notice. "Well, as close to it as anyone will ever come." She laughed. "Considering the fact that Vegeta would never ask anyone to marry him. I guess you Saiyans would call her his mate, ne?"
"You...aren't with father anymore?" He asked dazedly.
"No, of course not! We haven't been a couple in years! Are you all right, Trunks? You couldn't honestly expect us to stay together forever, could you? Vegeta's not my type. Too stubborn."
To be continued.
Sorry this took so long, I've been super busy! Poor Mirai Trunks, what's going to happen? Review and I'll try really hard to get the next chapter out in under a month this time. LOL.
