Ok, ok, go ahead and yell at me, I know this has taken a long time to get out. The good news? My awsome friend Kendra is typing these up for me now so that they get out quicker. (I have them written on notebook paper, as I've mentioned numerous times) So, big thanks go out to Kendra (Wahoo! You rock!) and of course to Ni, Larkie-chan, and everyone who reviews this.

Oh, and I hope no one gets mad at me for Mirai Trunks' eh…opinions about Usagi. Hee hee, I love him to death, but I honestly think he would react this way.

Disclaimer: If I owned DBZ of SM, I would not be writing fics, I would be rolling in all my money.



"Some whore has stolen dad away from you!" Mirai Trunks said heatedly, pacing back and forth in front of the time and space video transponder his mother had rigged up so he could communicate with her from the past.

Bulma's image flickered on the screen, "Now Trunks, there never was any guarantee that your father and I would have stayed together had he not been killed." She said, voice interrupted by static, "You shouldn't call this girl a whore, she might just be a very nice person."

"She's with my father, mom. She's not YOU, but she's with him!"

"Why not just blame him then?"

"You said yourself that he's the type a girl would have to...you know..." he began to blush and looked down at the floor.

"Seduce?" Bulma supplied.

"Exactly." He huffed crossing his arms. A sudden thought occurred to him, "Mom? Was I a trouble maker as a child?" he asked suddenly looking up and running a hand through his hair.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, did I ever set someone's shoe on fire, or paint them green, or glue them to themselves, or knock someone unconscious and then steal his clothes so a friend and I can dress up like him and enter a tournament?"

"No, of course not. You were a very good child."

"Well apparently I'm not here."

She laughed a little, "Poor Trunks, the past isn't as much fun as you remembered, is it?"

"No." he grumbled

There was a knock on the door and Mr. Briefs stuck his head in, "Oh hello there, young man!" he greeted. "They sent me up here to tell you that its time for dinner."

"Trunks, take the transponder with you." Bulma requested. "I'd like to see everyone again. I'd... I'd like to see how my life could have been."

"Mother..." Mirai Trunks sighed.

"Don't argue, just do it." She said, expression hardening stubbornly.

Mirai Trunks knew that expression. All he could do was what she asked, it was in his best interests. He paused in the door to the kitchen, holding the transponder in a way that would allow his mother to see everything that he did.

The dinner was set out on the counters so that everyone could help themselves. There was Usagi, wearing a pair of jeans with holes in them and a longsleeved red shirt, piling up her plate. Vegeta came up next to her and possessively wrapped an arm around her waist after his own plate was loaded.

At just that moment the kitchen door swung open and Chibi Trunks came in followed by a young boy who looked almost exactly like Goku.

"Hey you two, wipe your feet!" Bulma, the one who lived in the current time, snapped as she brought a couple of glasses to the table. She was wearing a tight green spaghetti strap shirt and a pair of very short shorts.

"Hello everyone." Mirai Trunks finally greeted. Bulma gave him a smile and waved him over to the table.

"Don't you think you two should was your hands?" Usagi asked Chibi Trunks and his friend as they reached for some food. They quickly rushed out of the room.

"What'cha got there, Trunks?" Bulma asked, unknowingly bringing attention to him. He didn't miss his father's glare as he set the transponder on the table.

"It's a transponder so I can communicate with my mother from here in the past." he answered.

Bulma and Mirai Bulma stared at each other.

Then both burst into relieved conversation and laughter about how great the other looked.

"A little confused here." Usagi said, glancing at them from over her shoulder. Mirai Trunks refused to acknowledge the comment so instead Mirai Bulma launched into an extremely shortened version of the tale. When she finished, Usagi merely nodded and set back to work on fixing her plate.

Just as she sat down, Vegeta next to her, Chibi Trunks and Goten rushed in. Chibi Trunks claimed the seat on the other side of Usagi with a triumphant smile. (notice he still doesn't know who Mirai Trunks is.) It was then that just about everyone noticed that Usagi had three plates. With a smile she gave one to Chibi Trunks and one to Mirai Trunks. Then she took a fourth plate from Vegeta (he was holding it for her) and handed it to Goten.

Mirai Trunks stared in shock for a moment before reminding himself that 1.) He despised Usagi and 2.) The gesture was most likely only an attempt to get everyone to like her.

Nevertheless, she had given him all of his favorite foods.

"Hey Trunks," Goten whispered, leaning over to his best friend. Mirai Trunks' sensitive ears, along with Vegeta's, picked it up. "That new guy looks alot like you."

"Yeah right." he snorted. "I don't look like that dork!"

"Who is he?"

"How should I know? Probably one of mom's science buddies. We'll have to do something to him later."

A troubled look crossed Goten's face, "What are we gonna do? My mom says pranks aren't nice. I'm still in trouble over the mighty mask incident."

"Feh." Chibi Trunks mumbled.

Mirai Trunks decided to interrupt their conversation. He certainly didn't them making any plans to play a prank on him!

"So Goten, you look an awful lot like San Goku. Have you ever met him?" he asked in his talking-to-dumb-children-voice.

"You dummy," Chibi Trunks rolled his eyes, "That's his dad. Baka..."

"That's not nice, Trunks." Usagi reprimanded gently. Chibi Trunk's shoulders slumped, he didn't like it when he did something his tenshi didn't like.

With a smirk Vegeta mumbled something under his breath in Saiyago. Mirai Trunks had never learned it, but he recognized it nonetheless. His mother had one prized home video with Vegeta in it. It was taken while she was pregnant and in it they had an argument and Vegeta stomped off yelling something incoherent.

Saiyago. The language of the saiyans.

Whatever the comment was it made both Chibi Trunks and Usagi simultaneously burst into laughter.

Mirai Trunks raised an eyebrow but before he could say anything his mother asked the question on his mind.

"You know the saiyan language?" Mirai Bulma asked, shocked.

"Vegeta's teaching me everything about his planet." The blonde answered, casting an impish smile on her smirking mate.

Mirai Trunks was thoroughly disgusted.

"Trying to make another human into a saiyan wannabe, Vegeta?" Mirai Bulma taunted, laughing. "You watch out Usagi. He tried to shove that crap on me, too."

"I asked him to teach me!" Usagi said, almost sounding insulted. "And besides, I'm not exactly human anyway."

"Y...you're not?" Mirai Bulma's eyes grew almost as wide as Mirai Trunk's were becoming as he dropped his fork in shock.

"No, I'm hunarion. And from a different dimension. It just so happens that the saiyan culture is a lot like that of my former home, except my people were peaceful." she retorted, frowning a little.

"Usagi's mom was a megami," Yamcha put in, trying to impress Mirai Bulma. "And her dad was one of the four original supreme kai's. Not to mention that she's a princess." he laughed a little.

"I used to be." she corrected quietly, the shadow of sadness momentarily darkened her eyes.

Vegeta, not noticing this, snorted rudely.

"You can't just stop being royalty."

She forced a smile as she looked over at him. "I guess a thing like that just...isn't as important to me as it is to you, Vegeta." she said quietly. He stared at her in utter shock.

Once again Mirai Trunks had to remind himself that he despised his father's new mate. Besides, she was just a little too perfect. After growing up in his world, seeing death and destruction, he was positive that no one deserved to be as happy and kind and beautiful as this girl was. Obviously she was untrustworthy.

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"She seemed nice to me." Mirai Bulma said later, after dinner.

"A little too nice." her lavender haired son huffed.

"You made it sound like she connived to get Vegeta," she went on, "but it looked to me like he was the real initiator in it all. Did you see how he hovered around her? I'd hate to see what he'd do if she got a hangnail!"

"I'd hate to see what she'd do. I bet she faints at the sight of blood. A hangnail would be too painful for someone like her."

Mirai Bulma sighed, "Lets talk about something else. Can you believe Goku has another kid? That Goten looks just like his father did when I first met him. It's too bad he was never born here."

Mirai Trunks shrugged, "If Goten had been born then I wouldn't have become best friends with Gohan."

"Is it going to be hard for you to see him? He should be just about the age he was when he was murdered. You know you can come home if it gets too hard."

"I'll manage. Well, my transponder is almost out of energy, I better let you go."

"Goodbye Trunks, come home soon."

"I promise not to stay too long."

"And Trunks, try to be nice around Usagi. If you're gonna hate her, don't let her know it."

"Yeah yeah. I don't want dad to despise me more than he already does. Goodnight, mom."

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Mirai Trunks yawned as he slowly went down the stairs to breakfast the next morning. He wasn't surprised to find everyone already up and dressed, they were early morning people.

He had to fight back a glare as he spotted Usagi, wearing a nice, long sleeved shirt in an intresting shade of purple with a pair of black pants and black boots that almost resembled combat boots. Her hair was neatly in its usual braid of silken gold, and hung over one shoulder as she neatly put papers into folders and the folders into the kind of book carrier one would wear over the shoulder and torso.

Vegeta was nearby, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, eyes glued to her as if were afraid she'd disappear.

With a smile Bulma handed Mirai Trunks a cold glass of orange juice.

Though he took it he suspiciously kept his eyes on the past form of his mother. He knew that particular smile very well.

"What are you planning on doing today?" she asked as if she were just trying to make conversation. Yeah, right. He knew her better than that. She was plotting something.

"N...nothing." he replied hesitantly.

"Great! Then you can go and visit at Gohan's school!"

"Gohan's in school? Most schools ah...don't allow visitors, do they?"

"Orange Star High does!" Usagi put in, trying to be helpful. With a bright smile she pulled her book holder over her torso and shoulder. Mirai Trunks frowned fighting back a glare.

"Aren't you a little old for highschool?"

She began to laugh, surprising him. "Of course I am! I'm the teachers assistant."

Mirai Trunks' frown grew. "And how are we supposed to get to this school?" he asked, voice even. "I'm not carrying you."

"Oh of course you aren't, Trunks! You think you were invited so I could have a ride? Goten is letting me borrow his nimbus cloud. Gohan is going to bring it by on his way to school and we're all going to fly there together."

Mirai Trunks turned away from her and glared at his orange juice. Kuso.

Chibi Trunks, followed by Goten, rushed into the room, they were obviously playing some form of tag which, unfortunately for them, Bulma wasn't in the mood to deal with.

"Cut it out!" she yelled as they almost ran into her.

Both boys stopped, looking for all the world like hurt puppies.

A knock came on the door. Mirai Trunks, anxious to see the past form of his best friend, quickly opened it, only to find himself face to face with a tall man in strange clothes.

The man wore black spandex and over it was something green, almost resembling a skirt, and a cape. He wore a pair of sunglasses and had a white turban-like thing on his head. A wide smile spread on his face at seeing Mirai Trunks.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" he greeted cheerfully in a voice that was vaguely familiar. "Is Usagi ready? We're supposed to meet up with Videl before school."

"Gh...Gh...?"

"Hi, Gohan." Usagi greeted, joining them in the doorway after giving Vegeta a kiss goodbye. "Yeah, I'm ready. Where's Videl meeting us?"

"Over her house."

"Ok, well we better not keep her waiting."

"What are you wearing?" Mirai Trunks finally managed to ask, horrified. Chibi Trunks, passing the group with a plate piled with pancakes, looked first at Mirai Trunks, then Gohan and snickered.

"Look Gohan, two dorks talking to each other."

"My brothers not a dork, Trunks!" the Goku look-alike objected.

Gohan smiled at his little brother. "Mom says for you to get home as soon as you're done with breakfast. I got an earful this morning for ever teaching you how to fly."

"where are you wearing?" Mirai Trunks asked again as Usagi shut the door after them and climbed onto the waiting nimbus cloud. They all took into the air at the same time. Before long they spotted another figure floating in the air above a mansion, her arms crossed.

"Hey Videl!" Gohan greeted.

A smile spread across her face, melting her formally stern expression. "Hi Gohan, or should I say saiyaman?"

He laughed a little.

"Is that your dad on the roof?" Usagi asked, looking down at the mansion. Mirai Trunks recognized with some akin to disgust Mr. Satan from the cell games.

"Yeah, dad can't get used to the idea of me flying, or hangin out with," and here she changed her voice to copy her father's, "that skinny kid."

"Am I really that skinny?" Gohan asked blushing.

"Not compared to my ex boyfriend." Usagi muttered with a snort. "Or any guy in my world for that matter. Some of the girls, however..."

"Hey!" Gohan objected.

Usagi laughed. "Just teasing."

"He's so sensitive!" Videl mumbled. Both girls burst into laughter. Gohan mumbled something, blushing darker.

"What are you wearing?" Mirai Trunks asked again, sounding dazed.

Finally the four landed on the roof of the highschool. Mirai Trunks could take it no more, "What are you supposed to be?" he demanded.

Gohan's sunglasses flashed and he smiled.

Usagi and Videl both moaned and looked away.

"I am..." Gohan began several very...interesting gestures and movements. "The...Great Saiyaman!"

Mirai Trunks fell over.

After a few moments of posing, Gohan righted himself and pushed a button on his watch. His ridiculous outfit disappeared leaving behind red pants, a white shirt, and a black vest. Mirai Trunks stared, he looked almost exactly like he had before he was murdered.

Humming slightly Usagi pulled a name tag from out of nowhere and stuck it on Mirai Trunks' shirt, then wrote his name on it.

"There. Now you're officially a visitor!" She said cheerfully.

Videl peered at him a second. "Trunks, huh? Funny name. Watch out, Erasa is gonna be all over you!"

"You think he's cute, Videl?" Gohan asked, sounding hurt as he followed her into the school.

"Who's she?" Mirai Trunks asked, making the 'necessary evil' of talking to Usagi. He was so confused.

"Gohan's girlfriend. Now look Trunks, the bell is going to ring pretty soon. You stand here outside the door until you're introduced. It's some stupid tradition they have here." she smiled at him and straightened his jacket collar. "And... you really do need to watch out for Erasa. The other girls too. Good thing for you my friends are in another dimension. They'd eat you up. Who cares that they're ten years older than you!" She laughed and went into the classroom.

Leaving Trunks, stunned and wishing he didn't have to hate her.

After about ten minutes the teacher called him into the room and for the first time in his life Mirai Trunks truly got the feeling that every eye in the room was watching him. After a short span of time which was long enough to make him feel like he was on the auctioneers' block, he was convinced the humiliating experience was all Usagi's fault.

A blonde girl sitting on the other side of Gohan leaned over and batted her eyes. "Hey there, my name's Erasa!"

Before he could respond someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and all the girls who sat behind him started sticking their phone numbers into his jacket pockets.

When he finally managed to face the front again all the girls sitting in front of him tucked their phone numbers into his pockets.

This was going to be a very long day.

Sitting at a desk next to the teachers he caught sight of Usagi giggling.

He glared at her for the rest of the day.

Visiting Gohan's school was bewildering. The young half-saiyan had friends that were all different and interesting, some nice and some not so nice. Whereas in Trunks' world he had pretty much been Gohans only friend.

And Gohan had a girlfriend. In Trunks' time Gohan hadn't had that opportunity, although it seemed at this school one would have no trouble getting a girlfriend.

It was all so strange; Gohan looked like he did in all of Trunks' memories, but he was so different.

Mirai Trunks wasn't very happy when he found out that Usagi always ate lunch with Gohan and his friends. Though she was an adult and they weren't quite yet she was easily part of the group. Videl and Erasa actually treated the small blonde as if she were an older sister.

And in return she was so nice, so understanding that Trunks again wished he didn't have to despise her.

But she had taken Vegeta from Bulma.

Yurusai he thought with a touch of regret. (I can never forgive you)

"So Usagi," Erasa stretched out and tilted her face to the sun; it was a nice day. "Did you get those essays graded for our English class?"

Usagi's mouth was full so she only nodded in response.

"So? How were they?"

"Sorry Erasa, you know I can't tell you."

Gohan suddenly sat up, as if just remembering something. "Oh yeah. I forgot to tell you, Usagi. Friday afternoon everyone is going to meet at the kame house. They're going to barbecue and swim in the ocean and all that stuff."

"Let me guess, this was your dad's idea, wasn't it?"

"Yeah. He likes to get everyone together every so often. Anyway, he'll take every chance he can to eat. You know him."

"Saiyans..." Usagi mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes.

"There it is again!" Videl jumped up in annoyance.

"There's what?"

"That phrase! What is a saiyan?"

Gohan went very pale, "Eh...um...a saiyan is...well, that is..."

"It's a phrase!" Usagi said quickly, "from my old...home! To mean uh...someone who eats alot in order to...maintain proper energy for fighting!" She gave a little laugh and stood quickly, casting a glance at the confused Erasa and Sharpner, "I'm uh...gonna go back to class now."

"But lunch is only half over." Sharpner protested.

"Yeah well...I've got extra work to do today, Ciao!"

Trunks smirked as he watched her rapidly retreating form. Serves her right

To be continued

Kendra typed up the next chapter already, too, but I'm not gonna post it today because I want more reviews first. Greedy? You bet! =P