Dragonball Alternate Dimension
Chapter Thirteen
Note:
(-*-) indicates a change in setting from one dimension to another.
means the speaker is being heard telepathically.
indicates that the speakers are speaking Saiyan.
A few weeks after Bra Oujisama and Roland DuNord's wedding, the Capsule household settled back down to business as usual. Vegeta continued to train, sometimes going off for weeks at a time to points unknown. Bulma had shown just about every one of her employees the photographs from her daughter's big day. She was the future of Capsule Corp. Her mother had already begun to groom her to take over production and development. Roland was proving to be an excellent partner, both in life and work. He was brilliant, and already bringing the company new fame and fortune. His specialty was mechanics, electronics and programming and Bra's was bio-mechanics. They made a great team.
*
- Capsule Corp. Thursday, March 23rd, 9:27 AM -
Bulma hummed through the house. She was sixty-five years old and life was looking great. Her peaceful mood was shattered as her son entered the room. He was dour faced and a thin layer of lavender stubble covered his chin. She pouted and folded her arms.
"Trunks, do you know what time it is?"
He looked to the clock. "9:30."
"Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?"
He ignored her.
"Well!?"
"I don't have an appointment till 11." He got some eggs out of the fridge and began to make breakfast.
"You look like hell," his mother nagged.
"Gee, thanks."
"I don't know what's happened to you, but you've become a very unpleasant man. I always thought you'd end up more like me, but you've been behaving way more like your father these last few years."
He grunted and took his scrambled eggs out to the breakfast nook. Bulma hovered around him as he ate, watching her son closely.
"And don't think I don't know you're drinking..."
"Mom, I'm thirty years old."
"I know that!!!" she barked. "I'm saying it's not like you!"
"Well, maybe this is the NEW me." He sneered without meeting her eyes and cleared his plate.
"FINE! Be that way! You're becoming a real jerk."
Trunks went out the front door without further insult. Bulma scowled at his back until the door closed, then slumped down into a chair. 'What's happened to you, Trunks?' she wondered and frowned. 'I wish there was something I could do to help you.'
Trunks squinted in the sunlight. He knew his mother meant well, but she couldn't understand what he was going through. Especially because he didn't want to face up to what was bothering him. He walked around the house toward the largest building which served as the offices of Capsule Corp. Even though it was a beautiful day, Trunks wished that it was overcast. The bright sunshine made his hangover pulse through the veins in his head. Suddenly, a sound like a thousand sheets of fabric being torn at once made him jump out of his skin. He swung around to see where it came from and was greeted by an even brighter light. Trunks held his hands up to his face. A phantom wind blew his hair back, but ebbed quickly. The light faded and he was able to see the cause of the calamity.
"Hello, Trunks," Akiko said with a voice like liquid silver.
He gawked at her and her white skin and Shinto-looking garb. She held a long, thin, sliver katana in her left hand.
"It's been a long time." She didn't quite smile, but didn't quite pout, either. They stood where they were, several paces apart in silence for a moment. "I've been watching you," she whispered.
He set his jaw and scowled at her, his anger was so great he couldn't find a response. His thoughts jumbled and all he could do was stare at her.
"I'm going to give you something that may make things.. easier." Akiko bowed her head. She sheathed the sword and opened her arms. The sleeves of her gown were long and reached the ground. As they parted, what she had been hiding from him was revealed. Two tiny children clung to her dress and peered out at him.
"Trunks, meet your children: the twins; Soma," she nodded her head to the pink-haired girl, "and Adonai," then to the blue-black-haired boy. They both had pale, purple stars on their tiny foreheads.
Trunks couldn't believe this was happening. Her voice and appearance was so strange and this was such a heavy piece of news that he thought that he might wake up (very drunk) in a few moments. Akiko crouched down and sat on her folded legs. Trunks found it hard to stand and sank to the ground as well. He stared at the babies. They looked up at their mother and she nodded to them. They let go of her and toddled over to their father. He leaned back a little, but let them come. Soma looked much like Akiko, but a little like Bulma. Adonai was a split-spitting image of his grandfathers, Gohan and Vegeta. They both extended their short arms and hugged him.
He was so overtaken with emotion that he wanted to cry. He was irate with Akiko, but gushing over the babies. He was so confused that he didn't hug them back.
Soma looked to her twin and both looked back to their mother. She nodded again, this time, there was an immense sadness in her eyes. Soma let go of her father, hugged her brother and walked slowly back to Akiko.
The Goddess picked up her daughter, got to her feet and unsheathed the katana. She was hurrying. Her eyes glistened. "I hope in time you can forgive me," she seemed to say this to both man and boy.
Trunks stood and picked up his son. He tried to think of something to say, but he wanted to scream at her and beg her to stay at the same time.
Akiko made a sweeping, circular gesture with the sword and a new hole was cut open between the worlds. The same sound and celestial wind roared out of the portal and the babies began to cry. "Good-bye, Trunks."
She stepped through the abyss and it winked shut behind her. "Moma!!!" Adonai wailed in his father's arms. Tears coursed down both their faces. Trunks clenched his teeth and wiped his face with his free hand. He looked down at the two-year-old in wonder. His son... he had a son.
Bulma's face twitched. Her stomach turned. She broke out in a sweat. Her knees gave out and she collapsed into the chair Roland had wisely positioned under her.
"Wha.. wha.. wha.. how.. when..?" she stuttered. "I'm a... GRANDMOTHER!?"
Bra blinked at her brother then looked to her husband and sighed. Roland nodded. "Well, I guess it's safe to tell you my news now, Mom."
Bulma turned her body to her, but kept her eyes on Adonai. "What news...?"
Bra laughed a little. "Well, Marron and Goten have a son already and Pan and Rojan are expecting a baby in October so I was going to tell you you're going to be a grandmother!" Bra touched her stomach and smiled.
Bulma fell out of her chair.
There was a new gleam to Trunks's eyes that warmed his sister's heart. He couldn't take his own eyes off the still crying toddler. He squatted down, picked him up and held him to his shoulder. Softly shushing him, the new father walked away. He bounced Adonai lightly, trying to soothe him, but the poor boy continued to wail. Trunks kissed the top of his head and breathed in his scent. He took the baby upstairs. Bra clapped her hands together and followed him, already shooting off her ideas for a new nursery.
Vegeta entered the living room. His wife was still on the floor. The sound of a wailing two-year old reached his extra-sensitive ears.
"What the hell is going on?" He raised an eye-brow. "What are doing, Woman? Get off the floor."
Bulma pulled herself up and shook her head. She couldn't blink as she stared at the Prince. Then she started to laugh. Vegeta looked at his reflection in Roland's bug-like sunglasses. His son-in-law shrugged and smirked awkwardly.
"Oh! ha ha ha ha!!!" Bulma held her sides and pointed at him, then at herself, mouthing something she couldn't get out past her laughter. "Grampa Vegeta!!! Ha ha ha ha!!! Oh, ha. Eee hee hee hee!"
"What?!" Vegeta's eyes bulged. "Bra?"
"Hee hee, well, yeah, her too! Oh my god ha! I'm gonna wet myself! Ha ha ha!"
"She's taking it well, non?" Roland said under his breath as a large drop of perspiration appeared above his head.
*
A week later, Adonai was still crying. When he wasn't crying, he was eating or sleeping, and he didn't do much of either. Trunks didn't look better than he had a week ago, but different. The bags under his eyes were from lack of sleep rather than alcoholism. The Briefs / Oujisama / Du Nord household pulled together to help him with the baby, but nothing seemed to make Adonai happy. Vegeta had been avoiding the mess since his arrival, but enough was enough.
In the dining room Trunks watched Adonai sob quietly over his cereal, hiccuping lightly. He sighed, glad for the break in the usual scream of his crying. Vegeta was passing through, but purposefully entered the room and glared at the baby.
"You," he barked. "Stop it."
Trunks looked up. He knew his father wasn't talking to him. He bristled and stood. Adonai's eyes quivered. "Come on, Dad. He was just starting to calm down." He motioned to the baby who began to bawl again.
Vegeta ignored him and stared at Adonai. "Stop it!" He walked over and glared down at him. "Do you have any idea who you are?"
Adonai shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Trunks was ready to intervene, but his father was only talking, so far.
"You are not only the heir to this Corporation but you are a Prince. Did you know that? At this point you have done nothing to show me you are worthy of either title. Now, shut up."
To Trunks's surprise, his son did just that.
Vegeta cracked a fraction of a smile. "Good." He picked him up. "How old is the boy?"
Trunks thought for a second. "Well, he should be almost two, but he looks older."
"Old enough. He CAN walk, can't he?"
"What are you gonna do, Dad?" he asked anxiously.
Vegeta only smirked. He held Adonai out at arm's length and growled in a guttural language. The boy blinked at his grandfather. Vegeta laughed and walked away with him.
"Dad," Trunks watched them leave, dumbly. "Dad, what did you say? Dad! You KNOW I don't know Saiyan!" He took off after them when he saw Vegeta open the door to the gravity room. "DAD!?!"
*
- Capsule Corp: Friday, May 2nd, six years later. 6:29 PM -
The vid window in the gravity room popped on. Bra's face appeared ten times its normal size. "Hey, guys. Dinner!" The screen popped back off. She didn't wait for a response she knew she wouldn't get. They'd come.
"Too hungry to take it, Adonai?"
"Far from it, Grandfather."
They went a few more rounds before breaking for dinner.
There were three, young children playing in the yard to the south of the chamber.
"Hey, Ado!" one of the boys called to the young Prince as he emerged.
He rolled his eyes at Vegeta who went into the house without him. "Catch!"
Adonai caught the baseball and looked at it.
The aqua-haired girl of the group rolled her eyes as well. She was about six, but she put her hands on her hips in a very mature fashion and glared at her cousin. "Ado, throw it back, dummy!"
"I understand baseball, Korosette," he growled back and wound up. "Catch, Okano!" he called to the blue-haired boy who had thrown it him. The ball hurtled toward the six-year old with the pale, purple star on his head. Okano smiled gratefully and caught the 200 mile-per-hour fast ball without difficulty.
"Thanks! Hey, Ado, why don't you come play with us?"
"Yeah, Ado," Okano's cousin, Kashtan added. "With four of us we could play a better game." The black-haired seven-year-old smiled much like his younger cousin.
"It's time for dinner, Korosette," he said, ignoring the other boys. He didn't like her hanging out with Kakarott's brood, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He sneered at them and went inside.
"Boy, does he ever smile?" Kashtan asked.
"Nope. He's such a jerk," Korosette complained as she walked toward the house with a pout.
"He's not really a jerk. He just likes to be one," Okano rationalized. Both boys waved good-bye and flew off to their own dinners.
-*-
Soma clipped the miniature tree carefully. Her mother had given it to her when she was a baby and she had worked at keeping it the same size for many of her eight years. Satisfied with her work, she smiled and turned to another hobby. She stood straight and walked slowly out of the halls. Her tune started softly. When she reached her favorite spot, she stopped and belted out beautiful songs in strange tongues. She did this until she tripped over a lyric. Soma pouted and started over again from the beginning.
The Palace Between The Worlds was a very serene place. Soma sat on a wooden bridge over a crystal clear stream in the court yard as she worked. Birds chirping in the trees and the babbling of the brook were the only sounds that accompanied her melodies.
"Soma! I'm home!" a voice called from the halls.
"Moma!" The little girl left off and ran into the palace. Akiko smiled as she flew into her arms.
"Lunch?" she asked. Soma nodded. The Goddess took her daughter to the kitchen to make her a meal.
When the girl had finished, Akiko put her official over-robes back on and prepared to go back to work. Soma looked up at her and opened her mouth to say good-bye, but suddenly pouted.
"What's wrong, Soma-sweet?"
"Moma, I have a bad feeling. Don't go."
Akiko's worry faded. Her daughter had pleaded with her on more than one occasion to forgo work in favor of playing with her all afternoon. "I'm sure everything's just fine." She bent and kissed her on the head. "Be good." Akiko unsheathed the magical katana. Soma still looked worried. "If it makes you feel better, I'll allow you to watch me, even though I know you'll do it anyway."
Soma looked shocked. Her mother smiled, telling her that she wasn't in trouble for sneaking peeks into other dimensions. Once she was out of sight, Soma ran to the mirror. She watched as it focused in on Akiko's destination.
-*-
She was tailing a rip in the walls of reality; the boundary between one dimension and another. Her senses knew where to find it. All she had to do was hop into the dimension, fix the tear and hop back out after another problem. The portal closed behind her and she gasped at her surroundings. The room was a little different, as it should have been. It couldn't be the same place, this WAS a different dimension, but it was still unsettling. She felt out for the anomaly as fast as she could.
"There, got it!" she said out loud and pulled her sword-key back out again. "Now get me out of here!"
"Not so fast. Drop the weapon," an eerily familiar voice from behind ordered her.
She spun and came face to face with whom she feared would be in this building. The Trunks of this dimension looked stronger than the one she had loved. His hair was longer and he wore casual clothes. "It.. it's not a weapon," she stammered.
"Oh no?" Trunks pulled a sizable sword out of a sheath on his back and swung it deftly. "Then you wouldn't mind handing it over."
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Then I'm afraid you're going to have to defend yourself." He pointed it at her.
"You don't understand. It's an inter-dimesional key.."
Trunks's eyes widened. "Well, that'd be a nice addition to my collection!"
"What!? I'm not going to give it to you!"
"You've intruded into my house. I think I can take whatever I want." He darted in and grabbed her wrist. Akiko hadn't fought in over eight years, and she discovered that she had given up her powers when she became a Goddess. With just a few movements, Trunks had the katana.
"NO! Trunks, give it back!"
He played keep-away with it. "What? How do you know my name?"
She cringed. "It's a long story. I know another one of you, actually two of you.."
He looked at her as if she were crazy, but could feel the odd, magical power the sword gave off. He put two and two together. "From other dimensions..." he regarded the silver key with awe as an idea began to form in his head.
Akiko bit her lip. "What's he up to?' He made to swing the blade and she cried out. "No! Don't!" The Goddess reached out and her fingers grazed the metal before it completed its revolution. In a whoosh of light and sound, the portal opened and Trunks disappeared into it.
-*-
It was early afternoon and everyone was either at work, school or out training. The living room was empty. The portal slammed shut behind him and for a moment, Trunks thought he might have imagined the last minute. The position of the furniture, profusion of photographs on the wall and the sword in his hand convinced him otherwise.
"Oh boy."
Trunks listened carefully and discovered that no one was home. He looked at the sword with apprehension. He decided to be careful with it until he could figure out how to use it. Walking around, Trunks noticed that the layout was similar to his own home. The photographs on the wall lured him. He was surprised to see his own face smiling back surrounded by his mother and father, two other pale, aqua-haired girls who must have been mother and daughter, a tall man with sunglasses and a young boy with a star on his head who's pout was a duplicate of Vegeta's.
"Oh my god.." He remembered the Goddess. She had a mark just like that.
'...It's a long story. I know another one of you...'
"You sure do..." Trunks tried not to panic. The sword made him uncomfortable. He walked to the room where he kept his extensive sword collection in his own dimension. The sight of the figurines made him blush. On shelves in the large gallery were hundreds of vintage toys. He shrugged his shoulders.
A sound made him quicken his pace. Someone was home. He ran back into the room with all the pictures. The him of this dimension wore his hair quite short. Trunks grimaced, but was at a loss for any other plan. He ran up the stairs to his room.
Fortunately it WAS his room. He had just found a good hiding place and was about to deposit his misappropriated weapon when the door swung open. Trunks spun and came face to face with…
…Trunks. The CEO's jaw dropped. His shock dissolved into anger as he growled and took a fighting stance. "What the hell's going on?"
His counterpart gave him a sheepish smile and held the sword behind his back. "Well, it's kind of a long story. You see, I'm you, but I've met you before. You were just a baby at the time..."
"Bullshit," the short-haired Trunks snarled.
He knew that he wasn't going to easily convince himself. "Look, I met this Goddess," he pulled the sword out from behind him.
Trunks bristled as he recognized the key. "You'd better give that to me right now." He took a step foreword.
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"I doubt very highly that Akiko just GAVE that to you."
"Well, no. I took it, but.."
He didn't let himself finish. Trunks charged him and tried to wrestle the katana from his grip. The scuffle was brief, as the sword made a revolution and cut open a portal. Short-haired Trunks lost his footing . His duplicate, still clutching the sword, reached out to grab him, but his fingers just grazed his tie. Trunks fell through and it winked shut.
Long-haired Trunks blinked dumbly at the katana. He snapped out of it and quickly stashed the key before it could zap anyone else into another dimension. He sat down on the bed and held his head, trying to think of what to do.
"Trunks, you home?" a female voice called from the stairs.
"Uh.. yeah, I guess so!" he replied, got up and locked the door. There was a short pause that made him sweat a little.
"You want lunch?"
"Uh.. No, thank you."
Another pause. "Ok." Bra shrugged and climbed back down stairs.
-*-
Akiko fell to her knees and concentrated.
"Soma!?"
The little girl had seen her mother lose the sword. She answered instantly.
"Moma!"
"Don't panic. I need your help. Look to your brother's dimension."
She sniffled, but complied. In the magic mirror, she witnessed her father fight the other Trunks.
"Is he there?"
"Ye.. ye.. yes! OH!"
"What is it!?"
"Father!"
Trunks tumbled through the portal into a darkened and empty room. He got to his feet and cursed.
"What!? Soma, what's happened!?"
"Father's gone! Where'd he go!?"
Akiko was speechless. "Are you sure it was your father?"
"Yes! Where did he go!?"
Akiko hung her head. "If I was able to send the other him to Etibi, then he should be here.." Akiko felt out and sure enough, he was close. "Did he have the key!?"
"The Mirai me has it," Trunks grumbled as came down the stairs into the living room.
"Mirai?"
"Long story." He was very displeased with his situation. "So I guess we're stuck, huh, Akiko?"
"Yes, we're trapped."
"Moma, what are you going to do!?"
"There's nothing I CAN do at the moment. We must do something in less than 24 hours. If I am separated from the key or the palace for that long, my powers will dissipate." She could hear her daughter crying softly. She was trying to hide it. "Please, Sweetheart. You have to be strong for your Moma. We'll be all right."
"...ok..."
"Soma?" Trunks's expression changed. His daughter was tied up in this, too? He took a step towards his estranged love. She looked strong enough. Her alabaster face was a porcelain mask of concentration.
She pouted at him. "Soma?"
"Uh-huh?"
"The key is in Etibi. You have to contact your brother."
Trunks's eyes widened.
"Ok," she hiccupped.
"Tell him what has happened."
"Then what?"
"I don't know. I'll contact you in an hour with a plan. My energy is leaving me already."
"Moma!"
"Yes, Sweetheart?"
"I love you..."
Akiko smiled sadly. "I love you too."
Trunks had heard only Akiko's words, but could gather what was going on. He was about to tell Akiko to tell Soma he loved her too, when Akiko stood. The connection was broken. He sighed, but something caught his attention.
"Someone's here." He gritted his teeth.
Akiko smoothed her robes. "Who is it?" she asked, her voice still held a slight, ethereal echo. Before he could answer, his mother came around the corner into the living room.
"Oh, Trunks, there you are." She stopped and regarded Akiko with an amount of awe. "Who's this?" She looked several years younger than her Etibi counterpart. Her smile faded and her face twisted as she noticed something strange about her 'son'. "What's going on, what did you do to your hair?"
"Bulma," Akiko put her hands up in a gentle gesture. "Please stay calm. There is much we must explain..."
Her expression changed from one of confusion to one of mixed anger and fear. She knew something was very wrong. She turned her head, but kept her eyes on the newcomers. "Zarbon!!"
A man with shoulder length, green hair and light blue skin rushed into the room almost immediately. He stood between them. "What's wrong, Bulma?" he asked in a strange accent.
Trunks raised his eyebrows. Akiko opened her mouth to explain, but was cut off as another confused Capsule household member entered the scene. "What's all the yelling about, Mom?" This woman didn't look like any daughter of Bulma's. Her hair was long and brown, her eyes were dark. She scrunched her nose at Trunks. "What have you done to your hair?"
"Is anyone else going to run in here and interrupt!?!" Trunks was exasperated. They were a little shocked at his outburst, but shook their heads no. "Good. Akiko, explain away." He sat down on the arm of a chair and folded his arms in a very Vegeta-like fashion which made Bulma shudder.
Akiko scowled at him as much as a Goddess could scowl and began the story at last.
*
"So.. Trunks is.." the young woman began to understand the strange details.
"..Mirai Trunks, for the sake of clarification," Akiko reminded her.
"Whatever. MIRAI Trunks is in Chibi Trunks's dimension, and Chibi Trunks is.." she rolled her head in his direction. Trunks winced every time she said the belittling word.
Akiko nodded.
"And at this point," Zarbon spoke up. "There's nothing to be done about it."
Another nod. Suddenly she fell to her knees. "It's been an hour!" She shut her eyes, put her hands together as if to pray and called to her daughter. Trunks waved to the other three to tell them that she was all right.
"Soma!"
"Moma, I can't reach him! He can't hear me, what do I do?"
"Keep trying."
Trunks pursed his lips, realizing that the news was bad.
"But what if I.. and.. any.."
"Soma, I can barely hear you. Do your best, Sweetheart. I'll try to talk to you again in three hours, but if four hours go by and you don't hear from me, go to him, do you understand?"
Trunks stood up and balled his fists. His stomach turned with worry for the daughter he had only seen once.
"Go to him!?"
"Yes, Go through the mirror. You can do it, but you won't be able to get back."
"No!!"
"Yes, Soma-sweet, do it! Please obey me!" She could hear her weep. "Baby, don't cry. You'll be with your family."
"..Ok.."
"Soma, I love you. Everything's going to be all right."
"Don't lie, Moma."
"No, Soma. I'm being hopeful."
"I love you, Moma."
"Love you too. Good luck, my daughter." Akiko lifted her head and opened her eyes. They glittered, but as she was a celestial being, the tears wouldn't come. Bulma leaned against Zarbon.
"Three hours," Trunks sighed.
"Your daughter.. can she fix things if she finds her brother?" the young woman was concerned.
"To be perfectly honest? I don't think so." Akiko gracefully got to her feet.
The woman looked lost. She stared at the ground and hugged herself.
Akiko observed the strange scene for a beat before blushing. "In all the commotion, I've neglected to exchange introductions!" The others seemed to be relieved at her attempt to alleviate the seriousness of the situation. "I am Akiko, Goddess of All Dimensions... at least, for the next few hours."
"Will you die without the key?" Bulma asked.
She gave her a small, appreciative smile. "No. I'll just revert to my mortality."
"Well, you apparently know me," Bulma began. "This is Zarbon," she watched Trunks's reaction carefully. He stared at the tall alien, trying to remember where he'd heard his name before. "And this is Niwatori."
The pretty, young woman lifted her chin up. "Her daughter-in-law," she added and examined Trunks's reaction as well.
He blinked at her and laughed nervously. "Hi, guess you know me, then."
Akiko's face registered no shock. She turned to Bulma. "I'm sorry to have brought this crisis to you, but I'm going to have to ask you for a favor. In order to ensure a smooth resolution, I would like to request that we be allowed to stay here at Capsule."
Akiko's odd, Goddess-speak left the older woman baffled for a moment, but she shook her head to clear it and smiled weakly. "Of course you can stay here… especially if it means getting Trunks back."
"Thank you." Akiko bowed. Without looking to Trunks, she righted again. "Do you have a guest room I might use? I need some time alone." The Goddess looked a little weary.
"Sure," Niwatori stood up and scratched her head. "I'll show you."
As they walked away, Trunks called out to her. "Akiko, find me in three hours?"
She turned, met his eyes for a second and nodded without breaking the doll-like expression she had worn since she had arrived.
The guest room door slid open under Tori's touch. "Here ya go." She watched the Goddess glide in. Niwatori wasn't sure if she floated or walked, her feet were covered by her long robes. "I have to tell you that I'm very upset about this, but it hasn't sunken in yet. I'll get mad at you later."
"You may. This is mostly my fault."
"Mostly!? It was your key or whatever that made him disappear!" she wept out of frustration and anger rather than sadness.
"I'm sorry," she monotoned, her face as still as ever.
"What the hell is wrong with you!? You may never see your daughter again, doesn't that bother you in the least!? What are you!?"
"I'm sorry. I am a Goddess. I cannot express my fear, my sorrow or my anger, Niwatori. Soon, I will be mortal once again, and you will know my heart." Her eyes flashed a bit of the sadness she spoke of before she turned her back to her. Niwatori fumed and left the room. The door swished shut and Akiko collapsed to the floor. All she wanted to do was cry long and hard, but she'd have to wait in agony for hours before she could release her pain.
-*-
Mirai Trunks made a face as he stared into the mirror. The only sharp tool in the room was his trusty sword. He sighed and removed it from its sheath. "Gotta do what ya gotta do..." he muttered and sliced through his lavender locks. He found a button down shirt, slacks and shoes in the closet and changed out of his Capsule jacket and casual clothes. As he awkwardly threaded the Capsule tie around his neck he frowned at his reflection. He matched his Chibi self perfectly. "No need to shock these people." He guessed, or hoped that he and Chibi Trunks had swapped place. He wondered what his mother thought of Chibi Trunks. She was probably worried sick. He breathed deeply before opening the door and venturing out into the house.
Bra and Roland had gone back to work. The house was still. Mirai Trunks studied the photographs on the walls in the living room. He stared at a shot of two children. one was smiling and happy, one was frowning. They looked exactly like his parents. Through the photographs, he gathered that he had a sister, and the girl was her and the tall man's child. The boy was his; the Goddess's son. "Ah, great," he sighed and blew the short, stray hairs he had just cut out of his face. They fell back down in the same position. Suddenly, the quiet of the room was disturbed as the sound of singing entered his earshot. 'Well,' he thought, 'I have to deal with it sometime.'
"A-do's a stinky-head, nanny nanny poo poo!" a girl with aqua hair skipped in to the room, laughing.
"Shut the hell up, Korosette," he hissed before he saw Trunks.
The girl gasped as she saw him and pointed at Adonai. "Uncle Trunks, Ado's cursing at me in Saiyan again!"
He tried not to look completely amazed. "Uh…" 'Parenting!' he thought, 'shhhit, what do I do?!' "..You shouldn't say that?" he attempted.
They looked at him funny for a second before Koro stuck out her tongue at her cousin behind Trunks's back. Ado glared at her, but did nothing to retaliate. He passed by the bewildered Mirai, mumbling in a guttural language on his way to the gravity chamber. He dumped his books down and gave him an inquisitive look. Ado sniffed once and continued on his way.
As the door shut behind him, Trunks leaned up against the wall and sighed. "THIS is my family?!"
End Chapter Thirteen