Young Trunks played quietly on the floor behind his mother. Bulma, meanwhile was tipping furiously on the keys in her lab.
"Momma, can I go outside?"
There was no answer from his mother. He was old enough now to relize no answer ment 'go ahead'. He walked to the front door and pulled down the handle. Someone on the otherside pushed open the door. Young Trunks froze solid at the sight.
"Is your mom here?" The mysterious man asked.
The young boy only nodded and pointed. He eyes never left the strange man who walked into his house. The young boy followed him as he walked up to his mother who was still typing.
"Oh, I didn't know we were having company."
Bulma's mother walked in the room and saw elder Trunks. Bulma turned around from her work and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head.
"Trunks?"
"Mommy?" The young one said as he heard his name.
Bulma looked down and picked up the small boy.
"I can't belive your back! How have you been?"
"Can't complain. I brought someone with me." He turned he head to the woman behind him who was cowaring behind her son. She walked into view.
"Mommy?" The young one said as he saw the meak woman behind his elder.
"No, little one. I'm not. But I used to be."
Elder Bulma rubbed the small boys hair. She smiled and went back to her own son.
"Why are you both here? Is something wrong in the future?"
Trunks sagged and rolled his eyes. He almost told her off but stoped himself.
"No everythings fine. My mom just wanted to see how everyones doing and to take a vacation from all the rebuilding going on."
"I'll make some tea." Bulma mother said politely.
The phone rang and Bulma put her son down and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Bulma. It's Gohan. Is big Trunks still there?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Can I talk to him?"
"Sure."
Bulma handed her elder son the phone.
"It's Gohan."
"Yes Gohan. What do you need?"
"I called Krillan and #18 at Kami house. They both want to come but #18 was worried about your mom. She hates what her future counterpart did to your world. She wants to know if it's okay with your mom."
"Oh. I don't know I'll have to talk to her. Well probably go to Kami House tommarow if she's cool with it. Can you pass down the message?"
"No problem. Mom and I are coming to Capsule Corp in the morning. She wants to show you my little brother. Still working on his name."
"Okay. Seeya Gohan." He hung up the phone. "Gohan and Chi-chi are coming with the little guy in the morning."
"Is Gohan coming momma?"
"Yes Trunks."
"I'm going to tell papa."
"Be careful Trunks."
Young Trunks ran out the door. Elder Bulma squeezed her son's hand.
"Go with him."
Trunks nodded and followed the young boy.
"He has grown up so much but even now I still see him as you see your own son. A small boy with not a care in the world." Elder Bulma said as she sat down on the coutch.
"I hope my son can grow up to be just as strong as yours. He's very brave and he cares alot about you."
"I know."
Bulma could see the scars of pain and age in her. Was she going to turn into this when she grows old? No. This Bulma had suffered much more pain then herself. She would be spared the of seeing her son hurt everyday of his life. She would not know that pain.
"YOU!"
Bulma and her elder sprang up. Bulma ran out the door to see what was happening. Her elder stopped and sat back down. She was in no hurry to she Vegeta.
"Go dad!" Young Trunks shouted as Bulma rounded the corner.
"Hey! Who's side are you on?" Elder Trunks said right before his dodged a blow from Vegeta.
The second blow knocked Trunks backwards. Vegeta flew over and came forward with his fist and.......stopped.
"You're getting soft boy."
He backed away and let elder Trunks get up.
"Okay, okay. You won. Rebuilding must be wearing me down more then I thought."
"VEGETA! Don't you be picking on your older son. He came here to relax, not to get beat up."
"It's okay. I asked for it. I snuck up behind him and scared him."
"I NEVER GET SCARED!!!"
Trunks almost came back with 'you sure jumped pretty high' but instead just rolled his eyes. He walked back in the house and saw his mother sitting neatly on the coutch, sipping the tea she had been given. Trunks didn't have to read minds to telll she was worried. He sat down next to her and took her hand.
"Come on. I know you want to see him. I'll be right there. Okay?"
Bulma kissed his sons forhead and stod up. He held her hand as he lead her outside.
"Papa, your the coolest."
"Of course. Your father is the strongest person on the planet!"
Trunks nearly broke in with 'now, if you want to get technical......' speech, but his grip on his mother wouldn't let him. Bulma saw her older son come back out with two extra feet. Elder Bulma peeked around her son and saw him. Her heart was screaming 'VEGETA!!' and tried to pull her into his arms but her eyes and her mind were screaming 'NOT ANYMORE!!!'. Vegeta saw her for the first time. She smiled sweety but said nothing. He looked over at his wife and down to his son then back to the other woman. She coward back behind Trunks.
"It's alright Trunks. I saw him. He is happy. That's all I care about. Let's go back inside."
"Alright."
Elder Trunks gave a dismissing nod to Vegeta and returned back into the house with his mother.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bulma fixed a smalll toy for her son at her desk.
"Almost finished Trunks."
She twisted the last bolt into place and handed it to the small boy.
"Your the coolest mom."
Trunks smiled at her. She smiled big. When her eyes opened Trunks was gone.
"Trunks? Trunks!"
She heard sobs from the living room. She ran in to find her son crying on the couch. He was a teenager now.
"No! Gohan!"
Bulma wrapped her arms around him just like she had done that day.
"It's okay Trunks everythings fine."
"Thanks mommy!"
She now held little Trunks in her arms. She kissed him on the head.
"How cute."
She turned around and saw two people standing in her home. A boy with black hair and a girl with blonde hair.
"Androids!"
"I'll get 'em mom!"
"No Trunks." She said to her grown-up son.
Trunks flew at #17 and vanished in a puff of purple smoke along with #18. The home around her melted into an abyss of red. Blood red.
"What have you done?! Give me back my son!"
"In due time. First, answer me this: what form should I take?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm not the andriod I look as now. I took this form to see how your mind would react. I can take on the form of your son if you wish."
The vision of #17 melted into the form of her son.
"Hey mom."
"Trunks? Oh thank goodness."
"You don't get it do you. I'm not Trunks. Or the andriod. Or this."
Trunks melted away to form Vegeta.
"You see. It's your choice. Pick which form I take."
"What are you?"
"What ever you choose."
"WHO are you?"
"Same answer."
"Can you become me?"
The figure of Vegeta smirked then melted into Bulma's shape.
"That's amazing."
"Thank you. So, which form do you find most comfortable talking to?"
Bulma thought for a minute.
"Chi-chi. I mean can you..."
Without a second hesitation the figure became what she asked.
"Now, we talk business."
"Momma, can I go outside?"
There was no answer from his mother. He was old enough now to relize no answer ment 'go ahead'. He walked to the front door and pulled down the handle. Someone on the otherside pushed open the door. Young Trunks froze solid at the sight.
"Is your mom here?" The mysterious man asked.
The young boy only nodded and pointed. He eyes never left the strange man who walked into his house. The young boy followed him as he walked up to his mother who was still typing.
"Oh, I didn't know we were having company."
Bulma's mother walked in the room and saw elder Trunks. Bulma turned around from her work and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head.
"Trunks?"
"Mommy?" The young one said as he heard his name.
Bulma looked down and picked up the small boy.
"I can't belive your back! How have you been?"
"Can't complain. I brought someone with me." He turned he head to the woman behind him who was cowaring behind her son. She walked into view.
"Mommy?" The young one said as he saw the meak woman behind his elder.
"No, little one. I'm not. But I used to be."
Elder Bulma rubbed the small boys hair. She smiled and went back to her own son.
"Why are you both here? Is something wrong in the future?"
Trunks sagged and rolled his eyes. He almost told her off but stoped himself.
"No everythings fine. My mom just wanted to see how everyones doing and to take a vacation from all the rebuilding going on."
"I'll make some tea." Bulma mother said politely.
The phone rang and Bulma put her son down and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Bulma. It's Gohan. Is big Trunks still there?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Can I talk to him?"
"Sure."
Bulma handed her elder son the phone.
"It's Gohan."
"Yes Gohan. What do you need?"
"I called Krillan and #18 at Kami house. They both want to come but #18 was worried about your mom. She hates what her future counterpart did to your world. She wants to know if it's okay with your mom."
"Oh. I don't know I'll have to talk to her. Well probably go to Kami House tommarow if she's cool with it. Can you pass down the message?"
"No problem. Mom and I are coming to Capsule Corp in the morning. She wants to show you my little brother. Still working on his name."
"Okay. Seeya Gohan." He hung up the phone. "Gohan and Chi-chi are coming with the little guy in the morning."
"Is Gohan coming momma?"
"Yes Trunks."
"I'm going to tell papa."
"Be careful Trunks."
Young Trunks ran out the door. Elder Bulma squeezed her son's hand.
"Go with him."
Trunks nodded and followed the young boy.
"He has grown up so much but even now I still see him as you see your own son. A small boy with not a care in the world." Elder Bulma said as she sat down on the coutch.
"I hope my son can grow up to be just as strong as yours. He's very brave and he cares alot about you."
"I know."
Bulma could see the scars of pain and age in her. Was she going to turn into this when she grows old? No. This Bulma had suffered much more pain then herself. She would be spared the of seeing her son hurt everyday of his life. She would not know that pain.
"YOU!"
Bulma and her elder sprang up. Bulma ran out the door to see what was happening. Her elder stopped and sat back down. She was in no hurry to she Vegeta.
"Go dad!" Young Trunks shouted as Bulma rounded the corner.
"Hey! Who's side are you on?" Elder Trunks said right before his dodged a blow from Vegeta.
The second blow knocked Trunks backwards. Vegeta flew over and came forward with his fist and.......stopped.
"You're getting soft boy."
He backed away and let elder Trunks get up.
"Okay, okay. You won. Rebuilding must be wearing me down more then I thought."
"VEGETA! Don't you be picking on your older son. He came here to relax, not to get beat up."
"It's okay. I asked for it. I snuck up behind him and scared him."
"I NEVER GET SCARED!!!"
Trunks almost came back with 'you sure jumped pretty high' but instead just rolled his eyes. He walked back in the house and saw his mother sitting neatly on the coutch, sipping the tea she had been given. Trunks didn't have to read minds to telll she was worried. He sat down next to her and took her hand.
"Come on. I know you want to see him. I'll be right there. Okay?"
Bulma kissed his sons forhead and stod up. He held her hand as he lead her outside.
"Papa, your the coolest."
"Of course. Your father is the strongest person on the planet!"
Trunks nearly broke in with 'now, if you want to get technical......' speech, but his grip on his mother wouldn't let him. Bulma saw her older son come back out with two extra feet. Elder Bulma peeked around her son and saw him. Her heart was screaming 'VEGETA!!' and tried to pull her into his arms but her eyes and her mind were screaming 'NOT ANYMORE!!!'. Vegeta saw her for the first time. She smiled sweety but said nothing. He looked over at his wife and down to his son then back to the other woman. She coward back behind Trunks.
"It's alright Trunks. I saw him. He is happy. That's all I care about. Let's go back inside."
"Alright."
Elder Trunks gave a dismissing nod to Vegeta and returned back into the house with his mother.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bulma fixed a smalll toy for her son at her desk.
"Almost finished Trunks."
She twisted the last bolt into place and handed it to the small boy.
"Your the coolest mom."
Trunks smiled at her. She smiled big. When her eyes opened Trunks was gone.
"Trunks? Trunks!"
She heard sobs from the living room. She ran in to find her son crying on the couch. He was a teenager now.
"No! Gohan!"
Bulma wrapped her arms around him just like she had done that day.
"It's okay Trunks everythings fine."
"Thanks mommy!"
She now held little Trunks in her arms. She kissed him on the head.
"How cute."
She turned around and saw two people standing in her home. A boy with black hair and a girl with blonde hair.
"Androids!"
"I'll get 'em mom!"
"No Trunks." She said to her grown-up son.
Trunks flew at #17 and vanished in a puff of purple smoke along with #18. The home around her melted into an abyss of red. Blood red.
"What have you done?! Give me back my son!"
"In due time. First, answer me this: what form should I take?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm not the andriod I look as now. I took this form to see how your mind would react. I can take on the form of your son if you wish."
The vision of #17 melted into the form of her son.
"Hey mom."
"Trunks? Oh thank goodness."
"You don't get it do you. I'm not Trunks. Or the andriod. Or this."
Trunks melted away to form Vegeta.
"You see. It's your choice. Pick which form I take."
"What are you?"
"What ever you choose."
"WHO are you?"
"Same answer."
"Can you become me?"
The figure of Vegeta smirked then melted into Bulma's shape.
"That's amazing."
"Thank you. So, which form do you find most comfortable talking to?"
Bulma thought for a minute.
"Chi-chi. I mean can you..."
Without a second hesitation the figure became what she asked.
"Now, we talk business."