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Chapter 2
"Trunks? Trunks, are you still in here?" He came awake instantly. Bulma discovered him vegging on the chaise and smiled indulgently. She'd pulled out all the stops and dressed to kill for the party. In a clingy red dress and expertly applied make-up, the fifty six(?) year old woman didn't look a day over thirty.
"I got you a suit for the party. I hope it fits. You do have a slightly larger build than the present Trunks so I guessed your sizes.
"Speaking of which, he and Bra just got home. I didn't tell them-I want it to be a surprise. Hurry, go get changed,"
"Okay, okay." He stumbled out of the room found one of the bathrooms. As he finished changing, a knock came on the door. He thought it might be Bulma until a familiar masculine voice called out.
"Mom? Mom are you in there? What'd you do with my dress shirt?" Trunks froze as he heard his own voice come through the other side.
Deciding that he couldn't just stay in the bathroom all day, and he'd might as well get it over with anyway, he opened the door.
The two Trunks came face to face with each other. The one from the present blinked once, twice. then stumbled back into the wall.
"Trunks, TRUNKS! What happened?" A girl who looked remarkably like Bulma rushed down the corridor. Bura, Trunks now knew her as, took one look at her stupefied brother and then glanced over to his double.
"MOM!!!!!"
"What what is it?" The woman in question was there in a matter of seconds, holding an earring in one hand, the match inrst out laughing. "Of course not, dear. This is Mirai Trunks. Trunks meet Bura and... Trunks."
His counterpart slowly crept away from the wall stared at him. He did likewise. Upon closer inspection, there were subtle differences.
Mirai Trunks was more muscular and his hair was lighter. His features were sharper and his eyes held much more painful knowledge.
Present Trunks smirked ruefully. "She didn't make you President of Capsule Corp. did she?"
"It was the only thing I ever refused to do for her. I caught hell over it." Mirai Trunks replied, equally as wry.
"Lucky you. Although I much prefer being president than having my father beat the snot out of me at every turn."
Trunks considered. "I still think that would be preferable."
"You're either insane, or very brave,"
"Nice to meet you... Trunks,"
"Same here... Trunks," Mirai Trunks replied, grasping his counterpart's tentatively extended hand.
Bulma latched onto a still reeling Bura, squealing like a school-girl. She then leapt onto both her son's and hugged them around the neck simultaneously.
Tears of joy sparkled in her eyes as she calmed herself. "I'm so happy that you two are getting along. I was afraid it might be... awkward. Now, you two need to go get ready. Geta's party begins in an hour." she cried shooing her present children down the hall.
"You, I have a special job for. You still haven't formally met Geta. I think she thought you were him this morning. Come on. She's probably in the garden. For the life of me I can't keep that child out of my flowers." She grumbled good naturedly.
She practically dragged him outside. Sure enough, skipping through the fragrant blossoms was the enchanting little girl. They watched her for a moment, wondering how something so innocent could exist in their world.
"She has all our best qualities and none of the bad. Mine and Vegeta's. His black hair and stamina my blue eyes and facial structure. Oh, she'll be a heartbreaker one day,"
"Uh-huh." Slowly, he began to approach her. Before he could get close she seemed to sense him and looked up warily, used to being scolded over frolicking in the flowers.
She tilted her head curiously at him. "Yo not my bwotho. You feew diffwent, but you wook the same,"
"You're right. My aren't you a smart little girl, like your mommy, huh?"
Geta looked around him to catch sight of her mother. When she nodded encouragingly she carefully stepped up closer to the strange, yet very familiar man. His eyes were different than Trunks.
"My mommy tewed me to nevo tock to st-stwangos" She stepped up to the man and held out her hand regally. "I'm Geta, wike vuh-Geta. That's my daddy."
Trunks knelt down and took her hand firmly, yet gently. "Hello, Geta, I'm..." with sudden inspiration he finished, "...I'm Mirai."
"Pweased to meet you Miwai," she tugged on his hand and he let her lead him. She began babbling her surprisingly extensive knowledge of the garden like she'd known him forever instead of for just minutes.
After a while, Bulma called them. He looked apologetically at her then down at his clothes which were covered in garden grime. Geta's good dress was in the same condition.
Bulma only smiled indulgently. "That's okay. I had just about decided to turn it into a pool party any way."
Geta whooped. "I'w go get my bathing suit!" she zoomed into the house and out of sight.
"Go on up to Trunks room, hun, he'll find you some-a suit."
"Alright. Mother, I think it would be a good idea that I be introduced as 'Mirai' to the people who don't know me yet. And the rest of you should start thinking of me that way, too. To lessen confusion," he explained. "That's already what Geta knows me as,"
"I see," Bulma thought about this for a moment. "I suppose. It would be simpler. But I'm still going to address you by your given name. That is what I named you after all."
"That's fine,"
"Well, go on. Scoot. I already informed the others that the plans have changed for the party. They should be arriving any minute,"
"Okay, okay. You sure aren't any less bossy," he muttered.
"I heard that young man! And you had better believe it,"
On his way upstairs he passed his new sister. She paused on her way down and eyed him suspiciously. "You aren't like him are you? I mean, besides looks?"
"I-uh don't know."
"I do. You aren't, like, going to start getting over protective of me and try to kill my boyfriends, are you?"
Mirai laughed. "No, you seem perfectly capable of making your own decisions. I'll try not to interfere."
Bura studied this new brother of hers. There was something about him that made her want to like him. "Good. Because I'm secretly dating his best friend and when he finds out he'll totally freak." she confided. "Not to mention daddy," She tried the sad puppy eyes she so often used on her father and asked, "When they find out you won't let them kill Goten, will you?"
"Uh... no?"
"Oh, I just knew you would be rational about this! Trunks and daddy are so melodramatic when it comes to my beaus. I mean Goten didn't even want to see me at first because he was afraid of what they might do. Well, there's also the silly little rule about dating your best friend's sister, but he got over that real quick." she informed with a satisfied little smirk. "So, big brother, what should I call you? I mean two Trunks is kind of weird"
"Just call me Mirai,"
"Mirai? Rad! I like it. See you at the pool"
"Wait, Bura!"
"Hm?"
"How old is Goten?" he asked knowingly.
She flushed guiltily. "Twenty-nine."
"I thought he was probably a lot older, since he's Trunks' best friend."
"That isn't a problem, really, he's so innocent. He has this goofy way of grinning when he's confused or embarrassed. I think it must be genetic because his big brother gets the same way." Her expression turned dreamy. "Only Goten's is way cuter,"
"Would his big brother be named Gohan, by any chance?"
"Yep. I guess you knew Gohan, huh?"
"Yeah, you could say that,"
"Well, I gotta go. Pan's supposed to be coming early. I don't even think she owns a bathing suit." Right on cue, Bulma called from downstairs.
"Bura, Pan's here! She doesn't have a suit, could you get her one?"
"Told you. Coming Mom! I already have one!" she sped down the stairs.
Mirai continued up and knocked on the door of his other self.
"Hey... Trunks"
"Just call me Mirai. It'll be easier that way." he smirked ruefully.
The other seemed distracted, "Right. Here, I figured you'd need some of these."
Trunks handed him a pair of blue swimming trunks and a matching Hawaiian shirt.
"Thanks."
"I don't know if mom told you, but your room will be down the hall, the second door on the left."
"Okay," he walked to the indicated door and opened it. The room was very... impersonal. He'd have to fix that.
****
Meanwhile...
"You met my new brother earlier, right Pan?"
"Yeah, so?" Pan said from behind the changing curtain in the pool house.
"So, what'd you think of him?"
"Well, I didn't really get a chance to 'meet' him. I kind of mistook him for, well, Trunks."
"Oh. So you think he's hot don't you?"
"Bura!"
"Oh, c'mon. I know you've been crushing on my brother since you were like two. You gotta think Mirai is even hotter."
Pan thought back to when she'd taken a closer look at the doppleganger from the future. She had noticed differences. Significant ones. His power for one. It was nearly triple that of Present Trunks as a Super Saiya-jin. The new Trunks was obviously a trainer. And yes, she had noticed that Mirai had differences in his appearance that made him severely hot instead of just hot.
"Well..."
"Ah-ha! I knew it. It's time for you to stop pining over my brother and get a new object of affection. My other brother!"
"Bura, no! I don't even know this guy. He might not even give me the time of day. I did sock him a good one in the gut. If he's a good fighter, which I suspect he is, I'm going to want something else from him."
"What?"
"His guidance. I want him to train me."
"Daddy trains you,"
"Vegeta humors me. He doesn't take me seriously. I want someone to train me that would help me realize my goal. To become the first female Super Saiya-jin."
"Wait. I thought mom said that the super gene was held in the Y chromosome. Girls only have X's. It's impossible."
"Bulma's wrong. I can feel it. I know I can do it if someone would give me a chance and take me seriously!" She emerged from the curtain breathing heavily from agitation.
"Whoa. You look fantastic! You are going to knock his socks off."
"What? Who?"
"Mirai, of course. Ooh, the more I think about it the more I think you two would make a perfect couple."
Halfway through her comment, Pan had face faulted. "Bura, did you even hear a word I said?"
"Of course I did. I just want you to be as happy as I am. Fighting isn't everything, Pan"
"Speak for yourself. I feel silly. Why did you get me a bikini for Kami's sake? A *red* bikini? Have you no shame?"
"Let me think... no. Come on, it's hot and I want to get in the pool. You can be a prude if you want."
"I am *not* a prude!"
"Yeah right. You are the most prudish person I know besides Chi-chi."
"Oh, shut up. I'm not that bad."
"Yes you are. Now quit whining so I can hook you up with my other brother." she giggled. "That sounds so strange. But he's really cool. He even promised to protect Goten if my father and Trunks found out about us."
"I don't think anyone could stop Vegeta if he was in the size of an uproar that would put him in."
They arrived at the pool bickering. Pan caught sight of Mirai and in spite of her better judgement, nearly drooled. No one with light purple hair should be permitted to look that good. But he looked perfect. Not to muscled, not too thin, simply... perfect.
He was in red trunks with a matching shirt that hung open. Right then he had a squealing Geta dangling over the water. He dropped her in and she popped up giggling. His eyes smiled down at the baby who had already captured his heart. He looked up at the newcomers and started to wave. He froze with his hand midway in the air when he saw the red clad beauty staring at him. Black met blue in surprised awareness.
One thought surfaced in each of their scrambled minds. And that was a foul oath.
Okay, so they notice each other as male and female now. Whatcha think?
Chapter 2
"Trunks? Trunks, are you still in here?" He came awake instantly. Bulma discovered him vegging on the chaise and smiled indulgently. She'd pulled out all the stops and dressed to kill for the party. In a clingy red dress and expertly applied make-up, the fifty six(?) year old woman didn't look a day over thirty.
"I got you a suit for the party. I hope it fits. You do have a slightly larger build than the present Trunks so I guessed your sizes.
"Speaking of which, he and Bra just got home. I didn't tell them-I want it to be a surprise. Hurry, go get changed,"
"Okay, okay." He stumbled out of the room found one of the bathrooms. As he finished changing, a knock came on the door. He thought it might be Bulma until a familiar masculine voice called out.
"Mom? Mom are you in there? What'd you do with my dress shirt?" Trunks froze as he heard his own voice come through the other side.
Deciding that he couldn't just stay in the bathroom all day, and he'd might as well get it over with anyway, he opened the door.
The two Trunks came face to face with each other. The one from the present blinked once, twice. then stumbled back into the wall.
"Trunks, TRUNKS! What happened?" A girl who looked remarkably like Bulma rushed down the corridor. Bura, Trunks now knew her as, took one look at her stupefied brother and then glanced over to his double.
"MOM!!!!!"
"What what is it?" The woman in question was there in a matter of seconds, holding an earring in one hand, the match inrst out laughing. "Of course not, dear. This is Mirai Trunks. Trunks meet Bura and... Trunks."
His counterpart slowly crept away from the wall stared at him. He did likewise. Upon closer inspection, there were subtle differences.
Mirai Trunks was more muscular and his hair was lighter. His features were sharper and his eyes held much more painful knowledge.
Present Trunks smirked ruefully. "She didn't make you President of Capsule Corp. did she?"
"It was the only thing I ever refused to do for her. I caught hell over it." Mirai Trunks replied, equally as wry.
"Lucky you. Although I much prefer being president than having my father beat the snot out of me at every turn."
Trunks considered. "I still think that would be preferable."
"You're either insane, or very brave,"
"Nice to meet you... Trunks,"
"Same here... Trunks," Mirai Trunks replied, grasping his counterpart's tentatively extended hand.
Bulma latched onto a still reeling Bura, squealing like a school-girl. She then leapt onto both her son's and hugged them around the neck simultaneously.
Tears of joy sparkled in her eyes as she calmed herself. "I'm so happy that you two are getting along. I was afraid it might be... awkward. Now, you two need to go get ready. Geta's party begins in an hour." she cried shooing her present children down the hall.
"You, I have a special job for. You still haven't formally met Geta. I think she thought you were him this morning. Come on. She's probably in the garden. For the life of me I can't keep that child out of my flowers." She grumbled good naturedly.
She practically dragged him outside. Sure enough, skipping through the fragrant blossoms was the enchanting little girl. They watched her for a moment, wondering how something so innocent could exist in their world.
"She has all our best qualities and none of the bad. Mine and Vegeta's. His black hair and stamina my blue eyes and facial structure. Oh, she'll be a heartbreaker one day,"
"Uh-huh." Slowly, he began to approach her. Before he could get close she seemed to sense him and looked up warily, used to being scolded over frolicking in the flowers.
She tilted her head curiously at him. "Yo not my bwotho. You feew diffwent, but you wook the same,"
"You're right. My aren't you a smart little girl, like your mommy, huh?"
Geta looked around him to catch sight of her mother. When she nodded encouragingly she carefully stepped up closer to the strange, yet very familiar man. His eyes were different than Trunks.
"My mommy tewed me to nevo tock to st-stwangos" She stepped up to the man and held out her hand regally. "I'm Geta, wike vuh-Geta. That's my daddy."
Trunks knelt down and took her hand firmly, yet gently. "Hello, Geta, I'm..." with sudden inspiration he finished, "...I'm Mirai."
"Pweased to meet you Miwai," she tugged on his hand and he let her lead him. She began babbling her surprisingly extensive knowledge of the garden like she'd known him forever instead of for just minutes.
After a while, Bulma called them. He looked apologetically at her then down at his clothes which were covered in garden grime. Geta's good dress was in the same condition.
Bulma only smiled indulgently. "That's okay. I had just about decided to turn it into a pool party any way."
Geta whooped. "I'w go get my bathing suit!" she zoomed into the house and out of sight.
"Go on up to Trunks room, hun, he'll find you some-a suit."
"Alright. Mother, I think it would be a good idea that I be introduced as 'Mirai' to the people who don't know me yet. And the rest of you should start thinking of me that way, too. To lessen confusion," he explained. "That's already what Geta knows me as,"
"I see," Bulma thought about this for a moment. "I suppose. It would be simpler. But I'm still going to address you by your given name. That is what I named you after all."
"That's fine,"
"Well, go on. Scoot. I already informed the others that the plans have changed for the party. They should be arriving any minute,"
"Okay, okay. You sure aren't any less bossy," he muttered.
"I heard that young man! And you had better believe it,"
On his way upstairs he passed his new sister. She paused on her way down and eyed him suspiciously. "You aren't like him are you? I mean, besides looks?"
"I-uh don't know."
"I do. You aren't, like, going to start getting over protective of me and try to kill my boyfriends, are you?"
Mirai laughed. "No, you seem perfectly capable of making your own decisions. I'll try not to interfere."
Bura studied this new brother of hers. There was something about him that made her want to like him. "Good. Because I'm secretly dating his best friend and when he finds out he'll totally freak." she confided. "Not to mention daddy," She tried the sad puppy eyes she so often used on her father and asked, "When they find out you won't let them kill Goten, will you?"
"Uh... no?"
"Oh, I just knew you would be rational about this! Trunks and daddy are so melodramatic when it comes to my beaus. I mean Goten didn't even want to see me at first because he was afraid of what they might do. Well, there's also the silly little rule about dating your best friend's sister, but he got over that real quick." she informed with a satisfied little smirk. "So, big brother, what should I call you? I mean two Trunks is kind of weird"
"Just call me Mirai,"
"Mirai? Rad! I like it. See you at the pool"
"Wait, Bura!"
"Hm?"
"How old is Goten?" he asked knowingly.
She flushed guiltily. "Twenty-nine."
"I thought he was probably a lot older, since he's Trunks' best friend."
"That isn't a problem, really, he's so innocent. He has this goofy way of grinning when he's confused or embarrassed. I think it must be genetic because his big brother gets the same way." Her expression turned dreamy. "Only Goten's is way cuter,"
"Would his big brother be named Gohan, by any chance?"
"Yep. I guess you knew Gohan, huh?"
"Yeah, you could say that,"
"Well, I gotta go. Pan's supposed to be coming early. I don't even think she owns a bathing suit." Right on cue, Bulma called from downstairs.
"Bura, Pan's here! She doesn't have a suit, could you get her one?"
"Told you. Coming Mom! I already have one!" she sped down the stairs.
Mirai continued up and knocked on the door of his other self.
"Hey... Trunks"
"Just call me Mirai. It'll be easier that way." he smirked ruefully.
The other seemed distracted, "Right. Here, I figured you'd need some of these."
Trunks handed him a pair of blue swimming trunks and a matching Hawaiian shirt.
"Thanks."
"I don't know if mom told you, but your room will be down the hall, the second door on the left."
"Okay," he walked to the indicated door and opened it. The room was very... impersonal. He'd have to fix that.
****
Meanwhile...
"You met my new brother earlier, right Pan?"
"Yeah, so?" Pan said from behind the changing curtain in the pool house.
"So, what'd you think of him?"
"Well, I didn't really get a chance to 'meet' him. I kind of mistook him for, well, Trunks."
"Oh. So you think he's hot don't you?"
"Bura!"
"Oh, c'mon. I know you've been crushing on my brother since you were like two. You gotta think Mirai is even hotter."
Pan thought back to when she'd taken a closer look at the doppleganger from the future. She had noticed differences. Significant ones. His power for one. It was nearly triple that of Present Trunks as a Super Saiya-jin. The new Trunks was obviously a trainer. And yes, she had noticed that Mirai had differences in his appearance that made him severely hot instead of just hot.
"Well..."
"Ah-ha! I knew it. It's time for you to stop pining over my brother and get a new object of affection. My other brother!"
"Bura, no! I don't even know this guy. He might not even give me the time of day. I did sock him a good one in the gut. If he's a good fighter, which I suspect he is, I'm going to want something else from him."
"What?"
"His guidance. I want him to train me."
"Daddy trains you,"
"Vegeta humors me. He doesn't take me seriously. I want someone to train me that would help me realize my goal. To become the first female Super Saiya-jin."
"Wait. I thought mom said that the super gene was held in the Y chromosome. Girls only have X's. It's impossible."
"Bulma's wrong. I can feel it. I know I can do it if someone would give me a chance and take me seriously!" She emerged from the curtain breathing heavily from agitation.
"Whoa. You look fantastic! You are going to knock his socks off."
"What? Who?"
"Mirai, of course. Ooh, the more I think about it the more I think you two would make a perfect couple."
Halfway through her comment, Pan had face faulted. "Bura, did you even hear a word I said?"
"Of course I did. I just want you to be as happy as I am. Fighting isn't everything, Pan"
"Speak for yourself. I feel silly. Why did you get me a bikini for Kami's sake? A *red* bikini? Have you no shame?"
"Let me think... no. Come on, it's hot and I want to get in the pool. You can be a prude if you want."
"I am *not* a prude!"
"Yeah right. You are the most prudish person I know besides Chi-chi."
"Oh, shut up. I'm not that bad."
"Yes you are. Now quit whining so I can hook you up with my other brother." she giggled. "That sounds so strange. But he's really cool. He even promised to protect Goten if my father and Trunks found out about us."
"I don't think anyone could stop Vegeta if he was in the size of an uproar that would put him in."
They arrived at the pool bickering. Pan caught sight of Mirai and in spite of her better judgement, nearly drooled. No one with light purple hair should be permitted to look that good. But he looked perfect. Not to muscled, not too thin, simply... perfect.
He was in red trunks with a matching shirt that hung open. Right then he had a squealing Geta dangling over the water. He dropped her in and she popped up giggling. His eyes smiled down at the baby who had already captured his heart. He looked up at the newcomers and started to wave. He froze with his hand midway in the air when he saw the red clad beauty staring at him. Black met blue in surprised awareness.
One thought surfaced in each of their scrambled minds. And that was a foul oath.
Okay, so they notice each other as male and female now. Whatcha think?