"Hey.. Kaasan." The dripping wet Trunks said. He looked at the sight before him. His mother,father, and chibi counterpart were covered in flour and all these other things that made him think of a pizza.'Having some family fun, I see.' Noticing as how everyone was staring at him, he closed the door behind him and tried to break the ice.
"What? No hug?" As if awakening from a trance, Bulma shook her head and smiled at her future son.
"Why.. of course! My goodness..It's been so long Trunks.. I mean look at you! You're huge!" She pulled away from the hug to look at him closely. Sure enough, he was taller since the last time she saw him. His hair was still the same short length, but his body had gotten bigger and more muscular. And his eyes, they were still the most piercing things she had ever seen. Her own son had soft, innocent eyes. Nothing like his future self.
How long had it been since he had seen her? Her eyes? Her smile? Since he had felt one of her hugs? The feeling of knowing that everything was going to be OK? The feeling of her caring? Since he had smelled the scent of roses that was always surrounding her? Too long. Five damn years too long. He hugged his mother again, this time, a single tear rolled down his cheek and landed on the silverish tile. He was thankful that he was dripping water and no one noticed the small tear. No one except one.
"Yeah it's been awhile...Hey Tousan..." He looked from his father to the small warrior that stood next to him. "Umm Chibi me heh." Chibi Trunks stuck his tounge out and the intruder who took his name and thought that these were his parents!
"Now Trunks! Be nice! He's our guest." Bulma lectured to her youngest son."Umm by the way, what brings you here.. Is everything OK?" Bulma asked worriedly, remembering the last time he paid them a visit. Trunks smiled at his mother and tried to calm her nerves.
"It's OK Kaasan, everything is fine.. I just came to see how all of you were doing. That's all." He tried his hardest not to show the sadness that he was feeling. The emptyness that was running through him like water. 'No, not now, I mustn't worry her.' Luckily for him, Bulma bought the act, and asked him to sit down at the table, while she brought him a towel.
So there he was, sitting at the head of the table, with Vegeta on the opposite side and Chibi Trunks sitting next to his father. Vegeta didn't seem happy or upset to see him. He didn't seem anything.
"How have things been around here, Tousan?" Vegeta raised his eyebrow at the boy, he had seen the tear, he could hear a emptyness in his voice, so why didn't he want to say anything. Knowing that he would find out, he deciding to humor his future son.
"Well, since you left, we had seven years of peace. Just when everything seemed to be going right, they held the World Martial Arts Tournament again, and that baka Kakarott decided that he's going to come back for a day to compete. On the day of the tournament...."
Vegeta told of that unforgettable day when he gave Babidi control of his body, when he destroyed those innocent people, their countless failed attempts of stopping the monser Buu, his death, the fusion, the destruction and rebirth of Earth, and the Spirit Bomb that finished off Buu once and for all.
"You mean there is a level even above the Ascended Saiyan? Wow.... The Earth was destroyed?? So you mean everyone on this planet has died once??"
The things he heard where unimaginable even in his wildest dreams. He looked over to his Chibi self, bored with the fact that he had to hear the same old story... Ten years old and the boy had gone far beyond his limits when he was that age. Just to think, when he was ten, he was still worrying about the androids.
"Yes, it's all true."
"Unfortunatly." Bulma said coming from the hall. She had come back in the middle of Vegeta's story and she didn't want to interrupt. In her hands she carried two towels and a dry set of clothes so Trunks wouldn't be cold.
"Here ya go, honey. Now, before anything else, go dry off in the bathroom, OK?" She handed the materials to Trunks, who took them happily from her and made his way down the hall. Bulma sat down next to Vegeta, sighing as she hit the chair. She craddled her head in her hands rubbing her temples as she did so. Something wasn't right. There was a nagging feeling in her, what was that? Mother's Intuition, perhaps? If she only knew what....
"You're right, though..." Vegeta said out of nowhere, disturbing the silence. Bulma looked at him confused for a moment, then nodded her head.
"But, something is wrong with him." Chibi Trunks looked from his mother to his father, and back to his mother. Ack!! If only he knew how they could almost read each other's mind like that. It's some sort of connection, or bond thing. Well, what ever it was, it could be so irritating! Especially at dinner time! His mother would sit down, then a few moments later, she would 'huff' and glare at his father, who would then smirk and then glare back. It was so weird.
"What do you think it is?" She said looking out towards the window. It was so dark out, and the storm was just getting started.
"How should I know? Something must of gotten to him so bad that he had to come in the middle of the night."
"Oh, come off it Vegeta. Stop being the dramatic one, it's only nine thirty." Bulma laughed as her husband quickly glanced at the clock to his right and noticed the time. He 'hmphed' and turned away from her. Chibi Trunks was holding his hand over his mouth, lightly chuckling, but soon stopped as soon as his father gave him his patented 'Death Glare.'
Light footsteps were heard coming to the kitchen and Bulma tried her best not to look worried.
"Did I miss anything?" Trunks said from the hall. He was noticably dry now, and was dressed in some grey 'Capsule Corp.' sweats. Honestly, the loose clothing did him absoulutly no justice. But that's another story.
"Nope, not a thing. Now come on dear, tell us what's new with you." Bulma said motioning for him to sit with them once again. The twenty-eight year old did so, hoping that his family didn't pry too much into what had really happened all these years.
"Umm, well, there's not much to say actually, heh."
"Not much to say? We haven't seen you in years! So tell me, what new, wonderful thing am I going to think up hmmm??" Bulma asked wondering what her future self would think of next. The woman was a genius.
Trunks felt his whole body tense as she spoke those words, his heart wanted to break one more time as the memories filled his head. The tears...those damn things.. wanted to escape from his eyes, but if there was one thing that he learned from his father, it was to never show his true feelings. He cleared his throat and ran his hand over his still damp hair.
"Actually, not really anything in the last couple of years, Kaasan." He looked from the table to the three pairs of eyes on him, and then back to his mother's dissapointed gaze.
"Nothing? No new model of the time machine, a shrinking device, an end to world hunger?" How could her future self slack off like that? Well, she wasn't going to follow that same path. She was going to have a little chat with Mirai Bulma. That woman needed some sense knocked back into her!
"Nope, sorry." Trunks said trying to keep his cool. He smiled at his mother and hoped that she would get off the subject. Bulma only sighed to herself, still upset that her future didn't look so entertaining as she thought it did. Oh well, technically, that wasn't her problem, now was it?
"So why did you come in the middle of this storm? It's horrible out there." Bulma asked her future son, who only shrugged and gave her a blank stare.
"I don't know. It wasn't so late in my time, and the weather was perfect. Just a little bad luck, I guess." The young adult yawned while stretching his arms over his head. He then rubbed one of his eyes, while waiting for the questioning to continue. The time change must of taken more energy than he had.
"So you're just saying that you came from another time and inturpted dinner just to say 'hi'?!" The chibi version suddenly spoke up. He had been quiet until know, but enough was enough. "And who are you? And why are you calling my parents 'Mom' and 'Dad'?" He stood up on his chair and leaned his body closer to where the so called 'intruder' was sitting.
Mirai Trunks was speechless. How was he supposed to tell the kid that he was the future version of himself? And why hadn't his parents explained at least a little to him?
"Trunks! Sit down! You know better than to stand on the chairs, mister! Either you behave yourself or you get no dessert!" It was scary how Bulma could switch into 'Mom Mode' at the blink of an eye. Chibi Trunks sat down, but not before sticking his tounge out at his older counterpart.
"Trunks, remember that we told you about the androids and Cell?" Bulma said calmly, addressing her, now, youngest son.
"Yeah, I think so."
"Ok, well three years before the androids came, a mysterious young man said that he had come from the future to warn us of the androids. Of course he only talked to Goku at the time, but we believed him, and just as he said they appeared. That was when you were about, one. Well, these weren't the ones that he was talking about and we found out about three more androids, and a vicious monster named Cell. And during all this, the young man came back to see how we were. Well, as it turns out, he was you, from the future..." Chibi Trunks could only stare at his mother and then to his father, who only nodded. He then looked at his future self.
"Whoa... that's crazy." He stretched his hand across the table and poked Mirai Trunks in the face, while doing the same with his other hand to his face.
"::Grrrrrlll:: ::Grrrrlll::" All eyes were on Vegeta as the loud grolwing noises from his stomach could be heard all over the dinning room. The Prince raised an eyebrow at his family, in his usual stotic manner.
"What? I'm hungry!"
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"What? No hug?" As if awakening from a trance, Bulma shook her head and smiled at her future son.
"Why.. of course! My goodness..It's been so long Trunks.. I mean look at you! You're huge!" She pulled away from the hug to look at him closely. Sure enough, he was taller since the last time she saw him. His hair was still the same short length, but his body had gotten bigger and more muscular. And his eyes, they were still the most piercing things she had ever seen. Her own son had soft, innocent eyes. Nothing like his future self.
How long had it been since he had seen her? Her eyes? Her smile? Since he had felt one of her hugs? The feeling of knowing that everything was going to be OK? The feeling of her caring? Since he had smelled the scent of roses that was always surrounding her? Too long. Five damn years too long. He hugged his mother again, this time, a single tear rolled down his cheek and landed on the silverish tile. He was thankful that he was dripping water and no one noticed the small tear. No one except one.
"Yeah it's been awhile...Hey Tousan..." He looked from his father to the small warrior that stood next to him. "Umm Chibi me heh." Chibi Trunks stuck his tounge out and the intruder who took his name and thought that these were his parents!
"Now Trunks! Be nice! He's our guest." Bulma lectured to her youngest son."Umm by the way, what brings you here.. Is everything OK?" Bulma asked worriedly, remembering the last time he paid them a visit. Trunks smiled at his mother and tried to calm her nerves.
"It's OK Kaasan, everything is fine.. I just came to see how all of you were doing. That's all." He tried his hardest not to show the sadness that he was feeling. The emptyness that was running through him like water. 'No, not now, I mustn't worry her.' Luckily for him, Bulma bought the act, and asked him to sit down at the table, while she brought him a towel.
So there he was, sitting at the head of the table, with Vegeta on the opposite side and Chibi Trunks sitting next to his father. Vegeta didn't seem happy or upset to see him. He didn't seem anything.
"How have things been around here, Tousan?" Vegeta raised his eyebrow at the boy, he had seen the tear, he could hear a emptyness in his voice, so why didn't he want to say anything. Knowing that he would find out, he deciding to humor his future son.
"Well, since you left, we had seven years of peace. Just when everything seemed to be going right, they held the World Martial Arts Tournament again, and that baka Kakarott decided that he's going to come back for a day to compete. On the day of the tournament...."
Vegeta told of that unforgettable day when he gave Babidi control of his body, when he destroyed those innocent people, their countless failed attempts of stopping the monser Buu, his death, the fusion, the destruction and rebirth of Earth, and the Spirit Bomb that finished off Buu once and for all.
"You mean there is a level even above the Ascended Saiyan? Wow.... The Earth was destroyed?? So you mean everyone on this planet has died once??"
The things he heard where unimaginable even in his wildest dreams. He looked over to his Chibi self, bored with the fact that he had to hear the same old story... Ten years old and the boy had gone far beyond his limits when he was that age. Just to think, when he was ten, he was still worrying about the androids.
"Yes, it's all true."
"Unfortunatly." Bulma said coming from the hall. She had come back in the middle of Vegeta's story and she didn't want to interrupt. In her hands she carried two towels and a dry set of clothes so Trunks wouldn't be cold.
"Here ya go, honey. Now, before anything else, go dry off in the bathroom, OK?" She handed the materials to Trunks, who took them happily from her and made his way down the hall. Bulma sat down next to Vegeta, sighing as she hit the chair. She craddled her head in her hands rubbing her temples as she did so. Something wasn't right. There was a nagging feeling in her, what was that? Mother's Intuition, perhaps? If she only knew what....
"You're right, though..." Vegeta said out of nowhere, disturbing the silence. Bulma looked at him confused for a moment, then nodded her head.
"But, something is wrong with him." Chibi Trunks looked from his mother to his father, and back to his mother. Ack!! If only he knew how they could almost read each other's mind like that. It's some sort of connection, or bond thing. Well, what ever it was, it could be so irritating! Especially at dinner time! His mother would sit down, then a few moments later, she would 'huff' and glare at his father, who would then smirk and then glare back. It was so weird.
"What do you think it is?" She said looking out towards the window. It was so dark out, and the storm was just getting started.
"How should I know? Something must of gotten to him so bad that he had to come in the middle of the night."
"Oh, come off it Vegeta. Stop being the dramatic one, it's only nine thirty." Bulma laughed as her husband quickly glanced at the clock to his right and noticed the time. He 'hmphed' and turned away from her. Chibi Trunks was holding his hand over his mouth, lightly chuckling, but soon stopped as soon as his father gave him his patented 'Death Glare.'
Light footsteps were heard coming to the kitchen and Bulma tried her best not to look worried.
"Did I miss anything?" Trunks said from the hall. He was noticably dry now, and was dressed in some grey 'Capsule Corp.' sweats. Honestly, the loose clothing did him absoulutly no justice. But that's another story.
"Nope, not a thing. Now come on dear, tell us what's new with you." Bulma said motioning for him to sit with them once again. The twenty-eight year old did so, hoping that his family didn't pry too much into what had really happened all these years.
"Umm, well, there's not much to say actually, heh."
"Not much to say? We haven't seen you in years! So tell me, what new, wonderful thing am I going to think up hmmm??" Bulma asked wondering what her future self would think of next. The woman was a genius.
Trunks felt his whole body tense as she spoke those words, his heart wanted to break one more time as the memories filled his head. The tears...those damn things.. wanted to escape from his eyes, but if there was one thing that he learned from his father, it was to never show his true feelings. He cleared his throat and ran his hand over his still damp hair.
"Actually, not really anything in the last couple of years, Kaasan." He looked from the table to the three pairs of eyes on him, and then back to his mother's dissapointed gaze.
"Nothing? No new model of the time machine, a shrinking device, an end to world hunger?" How could her future self slack off like that? Well, she wasn't going to follow that same path. She was going to have a little chat with Mirai Bulma. That woman needed some sense knocked back into her!
"Nope, sorry." Trunks said trying to keep his cool. He smiled at his mother and hoped that she would get off the subject. Bulma only sighed to herself, still upset that her future didn't look so entertaining as she thought it did. Oh well, technically, that wasn't her problem, now was it?
"So why did you come in the middle of this storm? It's horrible out there." Bulma asked her future son, who only shrugged and gave her a blank stare.
"I don't know. It wasn't so late in my time, and the weather was perfect. Just a little bad luck, I guess." The young adult yawned while stretching his arms over his head. He then rubbed one of his eyes, while waiting for the questioning to continue. The time change must of taken more energy than he had.
"So you're just saying that you came from another time and inturpted dinner just to say 'hi'?!" The chibi version suddenly spoke up. He had been quiet until know, but enough was enough. "And who are you? And why are you calling my parents 'Mom' and 'Dad'?" He stood up on his chair and leaned his body closer to where the so called 'intruder' was sitting.
Mirai Trunks was speechless. How was he supposed to tell the kid that he was the future version of himself? And why hadn't his parents explained at least a little to him?
"Trunks! Sit down! You know better than to stand on the chairs, mister! Either you behave yourself or you get no dessert!" It was scary how Bulma could switch into 'Mom Mode' at the blink of an eye. Chibi Trunks sat down, but not before sticking his tounge out at his older counterpart.
"Trunks, remember that we told you about the androids and Cell?" Bulma said calmly, addressing her, now, youngest son.
"Yeah, I think so."
"Ok, well three years before the androids came, a mysterious young man said that he had come from the future to warn us of the androids. Of course he only talked to Goku at the time, but we believed him, and just as he said they appeared. That was when you were about, one. Well, these weren't the ones that he was talking about and we found out about three more androids, and a vicious monster named Cell. And during all this, the young man came back to see how we were. Well, as it turns out, he was you, from the future..." Chibi Trunks could only stare at his mother and then to his father, who only nodded. He then looked at his future self.
"Whoa... that's crazy." He stretched his hand across the table and poked Mirai Trunks in the face, while doing the same with his other hand to his face.
"::Grrrrrlll:: ::Grrrrlll::" All eyes were on Vegeta as the loud grolwing noises from his stomach could be heard all over the dinning room. The Prince raised an eyebrow at his family, in his usual stotic manner.
"What? I'm hungry!"
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