A/N: I guess no one likes this story. It's my only one with no reviews at all (sighs) not even any bad ones. If anyone is reading this, at least tell me...please???

"So Vegeta?" Raditz said trying to mold himself to the side of the prince as he walked out of the throne room. "What did your dad say?"

"He said," Vegeta paused momentarily to push the man away from him, "That I could, and not to rush things so I would end up with someone I hated."

Raditz frowned and stopped walking. "He didn't say anything else?"

"No." The prince kept walking leaving the long haired young man in his dust, without so much as a glance back.

"Daddy!" "Father!" The Prince's son's rushed upon him before he'd made it half way across the room.

"Mirai won't let me train with him!"

"It's not my fault he's weak father! Tell him to find some young boy from the slave ship to spar with!"

Vegeta raised his eye-brow as he turned to face his two sons. His youngest had a head of lavender purple hair, cut short. It didn't spike at all in the saiyan way and to make things worse his eyes where medium blue. His oldest son would have looked just like him only he was a genius, and had messed with his genetics enough so he looked more saiyan but still held look of a half breed. His hair was dark purple and stood away from his hair in sagging spikes. He kept it a little past his shoulders, most of it tied back in a pony tail. His eyes where so dark blue that they were almost black.

His youngest son, he knew perfectly well where he came from. That woman had died but at least he'd seen her. His oldest son by all accounts should not be there. He had shown up, literally, when he was 7. He said he had come from the future to live with his father, that, as he put it, 'still had a planet to be prince of.' He stated that his mother was from a planet called Earth and that his father of that time, was too busy for him, always trying to get stronger then someone named Goku.

The prince had been 16 when his 7 year old son showed up, that had been 9 years ago. When Vegeta was 18, the boy, who had said it would be safer to call him Mirai, was given a brother that had looked just like him. Amazingly the last dieing words of the woman who had just given life to the prince's second son, were of her begging the prince to call the young boy Trunks, the name Mirai had told him to use before changing his name.

"Trunks you have your own training room, don't bother your brother so much." He turned to his older son. "And you. Spar with him once a week. It will keep you out of my hair, and he out of yours, Ok?"

"Yes Father," the Older boy frowned and walked off.

"So daddy!! Can I come with you please?! It would be so cool to have my own companion!"

"They're like a pet. You have to make sure they have lots of food and exercise, clothes to wear, they know where to sleep, how to act, where they can and can't go. Are you old enough to handle something like that?"

"Yeah! I am really!"

"If he gets one I should too!" Mirai said coming back into the room with his arms crossed. "I'm older."

"Different rules apply to you though," Vegeta said, giving him a knowing look, making the cheeks of the older boy turn a light shade of pink.

"Huh? I don't get it," the younger of the two boys said cocking his head to the side. "What are you talking about?"

"I'll tell you in 6 years brat." Vegeta said before continuing across his room to get ready. "Yes, the two of you can come, so get ready. The ship will be here soon."

Mirai smirked and headed off for his room, his little brother tagging along behind him. "What did he mean Mirai?! Tell me please! How long is 6 years?! Why do I have to wait that long?! Huh? Huh?"

"Shut up! Do I look like your father?"

"Yeah!"

The teen sighed as he entered his room, quickly shutting the door locking his little brother out.

"Oh come on Mirai!"

A/N: I know, I know. It's short, but I wrote this story a long time ago, and this was the best place to stop it, and if you ARE reading this, PLEASE tell me. I'll update more if you review....