Scars – Chapter 08
Mirai Trunks made his way downstairs to have breakfast with his new family. The haircut he'd sustained without knowing it seemed to mark a load of changes for him. As if he'd stepped through a mirror into a very strange and different world that was like to the one he knew, but all backwards. He saw Vegeta sitting at the table, young Trunks sitting across from him. Both of them were stuffing their faces with classic saiyajin style, leaving Mirai Trunks looking around, wondering where his meal was.
Vegeta paused what he was doing and turned around, swallowing his food and focusing on Trunks' short hair for a moment before snorting at him. "There's a meal for you on the stove. Sit beside the other brat." With this commentary, Vegeta turned back to his food and picked up where he'd left off.
Young Trunks' eyes hadn't left his older self since he'd come into the room. The slight smirk he'd been wearing when his father asked him what was so great was gone, replaced by a somewhat awestruck look. Mirai Trunks when he was asleep was certainly something to look at, but now that he was up and moving around, the younger Trunks was captivated by him.
Mirai Trunks could feel the other him watching his movements closely, which made him somewhat self-conscious. He took his food to the table, inhaling the delicious scent and setting to work on shoveling it all down his throat. Unlike Vegeta and the younger version of himself, Mirai Trunks had excellent table manners, as he had grown up with Bulma, and she would send him to bed hungry if he talked with his mouth full while he ate, or if he wiped his face on his sleeve, etc...
Trunks tried not to think of his mom while he ate. The last thing he wanted was to cry in front of his dad and himself. He kept his eyes on the food, though he could still feel the other Trunks watching him with rapt attention to detail.
"Are you sure you're the me from the future... you don't seem like it... "Young Trunks finally posed after stuffing some eggs into his mouth with his fork.
Vegeta tuned in to the conversation, curious to find out how his two brats would take to one another.
Mirai Trunks blushed helplessly, embarrassed suddenly that he didn't fit in here very well. He looked at the boy sitting beside him quietly. "Well, circumstances were different for me... so even though we are genetically identical, I am a completely different person from you, Trunks." He went shyly back to eating, feeling that cool blue gaze on him still.
"Gee, way to ruin a good thing... I thought you were gonna be cool like me. Are you all pussy like Gohan is?"
Vegeta couldn't help but snort rudely at that one. Mirai Trunks glowered at the vulgar little boy. "Hey." He said very evenly, his voice malicious in its own way. "Don't you ever talk about him like that... Gohan- sensei deserves respect. Father... May I be excused?" Trunks wanted to get out of here badly. It cut him painfully to hear his own mouth uttering sour things like that about his Master Gohan. His double gave him a serious look, but he quickly saw that there was no real seriousness in it at all. Young Trunks seemed to be laughing at him with his eyes, that is the impression the warrior from the future received.
Vegeta shook his head. "Of course not boy, you'd better eat because I'll beat you into a pulp when we train today if you don't have your strength up. And you," Vegeta said, looking to his younger boy, "you will wipe that smug look off your face. Kakarot's older brat may be a joke in this time, but in Mirai Trunks' time he survived longer than Kakarot and myself, and had he not been around to teach you some skills, then we'd all be dead at the hands of the androids. Finish your meal."
Vegeta hadn't planned on saying that. He growled in displeasure at the amount of respect he was showing to anything that was partially created by his nemesis, Kakarot. He convinced himself that since it was the other Gohan he was talking about, and since that Gohan was long dead, that it was alright to honour him with respect. He could feel Mirai Trunks' eyes on him, filled with entirely too much emotion for any son of his. He glared at both Trunks and Trunks, and pushed back from the table, leaving the remainder of his meal (which wasn't much) and heading to the shower to wash up so he could get to training.
When their dad left the room, young Trunks gave a snoot. "Man... was a grump. So did Gohan really train you in your time?"
Mirai Trunks analyzed the question carefully, not trusting the devious little boy very much. He knew himself to be too easily swayed from good intentions into troublesome meddling to trust the boy. "Y-yes, he did. But... he died..."
"Oh. Well he's just fine in this time, how about you meet him here? I bet you'd get along with him, he blushes like a girl all the time just like you. Hey, do you like your haircut?"
Mirai Trunks put his fork down, his hands going up to his overly short hair. "You cut it?"
"Yep... pretty good job, eh? I came in your room before you got up this morning and I saw your hair was all girly and I didn't want anyone seeing me looking like that, so I cut it. It looks cool."
"Er... that was a nice gesture Trunks... thank you... but I preferred it long."
"How come?"
"I'm used to it... and *blush* and I play with it when I'm trying to fall asleep. But it will grow back."
"Yeah."
Silence settled, during which Mirai Trunks finished up the remainder of his breakfast, and younger Trunks purloined the food that Vegeta had left behind, stuffing it into his mouth happily. He finished and left his dishes on the table, standing up and stretching.
"That was great... aww Dad's gonna make us train all morning. Its fun to spar and stuff, but Dad's really obsessed, he doesn't let me take breaks or anything. But then this afternoon I can play with Goten! Hey do you wanna skip out on training and come see my lab? Mom doesn't know about it... I got the idea from this cartoon about a boy genius like me, he's got a lab in his basement.... Well mine's not that cool, but its got real stuff, not just made up! Yesterday I finished making my laptop... its really cool. *grin* Not even Goten's allowed to see... but you're me... you wouldn't tell, right?"
"Uhm... well you aren't making anything that would hurt anybody... are you Trunks?"
"Duh... no. What the hell would I do that for when if I wanna hurt someone I can just beat them up or blast them? Man I still am not so sure you're me. I'm gonna have to compare a sample of your blood with mine to make sure we're genetically identical like you said we are. Cause you're a pussy, sorry Trunks, but you are. I'm way cooler than you."
Mirai Trunks sighed, shrugging. "Guess I didn't worry very much about being cool. Will Father take it as a disrespect that we don't join him in the Gravity Chamber?"
"Well yeah, but after about three minutes of being in there with him you're gonna realize that it sucks. He doesn't pull his punches, he even broke my arm once, but... I don't think he meant to. I probably deserved it... I was being an ass and smart-mouthing. But still... if mom had found out about that she would have literally killed him I think. Oh, that's another thing that's kinda crappy, Mom's really overprotective... she's always bitching about this or that... even though she doesn't give a shit about me, whenever I'm in the room she acts like she plays this huge part in my life. As if she even remembers I exist when she isn't plotting my future for me."
This was a lot for Mirai Trunks to absorb all at once. Vegeta had broken his double's arm? But if Trunks said it was an accident... well that might be understandable. Trunks remembered Gohan hitting him too hard one or two times, and causing him rather serious injury. He gave the other him a serious and studious gaze. The little boy was talking to him really easily... maybe Trunks had wanted to have someone around to talk to for awhile? Mirai Trunks took a deep breath and told himself that he had a responsibility to his double to hear him out and be as positive and supportive and close to him as he could. He had faith in the boy, and he didn't even know him yet. He was him, that was a million times more effective.
And what was this about Bulma planning out his future? He scratched his head and cocked it curiously. "Trunks what do you mean Mom's planning out your future?"
"Oh... I guess there wasn't much left of Capsule Corps in your time, huh? Well here its like the biggest tech company around, and at the moment, Mom is the head of it, with Grandpa Briefs still pitching in here and there. But I have to run it when I'm older, because Mom knows I'm at least as smart as her or smarter. I don't know how she thought this all over without asking me. I guess she figures its just a family business... but... but... FUCK! I don't wanna run CC! I wanna do something cool... maybe work here as an inventor or something... but I don't want to run it! *glower* Too bad I don't have a choice. Fucking parents. And no matter what I say, Dad wont even get involved, he refuses, says its 'the woman's area.' So if it's woman's work, why should I do it? Hmph."
Mirai Trunks didn't know what to say. He felt bad for his younger self, but it seemed to him like the boy was complaining an awful lot about something that wasn't so bad. He shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know what you can do Trunks... How about we talk more about it later and go train with Dad, ok?"
"Fine. I'll show you my lab after... now I'm mad... I could use some sparring."
Trunks and Trunks headed out of the kitchen through the back door, the one that Mirai Trunks had knocked on the previous night. They headed to the Gravity Chamber, which was already humming from use. Vegeta's ki could be felt within.
Mirai Trunks made his way downstairs to have breakfast with his new family. The haircut he'd sustained without knowing it seemed to mark a load of changes for him. As if he'd stepped through a mirror into a very strange and different world that was like to the one he knew, but all backwards. He saw Vegeta sitting at the table, young Trunks sitting across from him. Both of them were stuffing their faces with classic saiyajin style, leaving Mirai Trunks looking around, wondering where his meal was.
Vegeta paused what he was doing and turned around, swallowing his food and focusing on Trunks' short hair for a moment before snorting at him. "There's a meal for you on the stove. Sit beside the other brat." With this commentary, Vegeta turned back to his food and picked up where he'd left off.
Young Trunks' eyes hadn't left his older self since he'd come into the room. The slight smirk he'd been wearing when his father asked him what was so great was gone, replaced by a somewhat awestruck look. Mirai Trunks when he was asleep was certainly something to look at, but now that he was up and moving around, the younger Trunks was captivated by him.
Mirai Trunks could feel the other him watching his movements closely, which made him somewhat self-conscious. He took his food to the table, inhaling the delicious scent and setting to work on shoveling it all down his throat. Unlike Vegeta and the younger version of himself, Mirai Trunks had excellent table manners, as he had grown up with Bulma, and she would send him to bed hungry if he talked with his mouth full while he ate, or if he wiped his face on his sleeve, etc...
Trunks tried not to think of his mom while he ate. The last thing he wanted was to cry in front of his dad and himself. He kept his eyes on the food, though he could still feel the other Trunks watching him with rapt attention to detail.
"Are you sure you're the me from the future... you don't seem like it... "Young Trunks finally posed after stuffing some eggs into his mouth with his fork.
Vegeta tuned in to the conversation, curious to find out how his two brats would take to one another.
Mirai Trunks blushed helplessly, embarrassed suddenly that he didn't fit in here very well. He looked at the boy sitting beside him quietly. "Well, circumstances were different for me... so even though we are genetically identical, I am a completely different person from you, Trunks." He went shyly back to eating, feeling that cool blue gaze on him still.
"Gee, way to ruin a good thing... I thought you were gonna be cool like me. Are you all pussy like Gohan is?"
Vegeta couldn't help but snort rudely at that one. Mirai Trunks glowered at the vulgar little boy. "Hey." He said very evenly, his voice malicious in its own way. "Don't you ever talk about him like that... Gohan- sensei deserves respect. Father... May I be excused?" Trunks wanted to get out of here badly. It cut him painfully to hear his own mouth uttering sour things like that about his Master Gohan. His double gave him a serious look, but he quickly saw that there was no real seriousness in it at all. Young Trunks seemed to be laughing at him with his eyes, that is the impression the warrior from the future received.
Vegeta shook his head. "Of course not boy, you'd better eat because I'll beat you into a pulp when we train today if you don't have your strength up. And you," Vegeta said, looking to his younger boy, "you will wipe that smug look off your face. Kakarot's older brat may be a joke in this time, but in Mirai Trunks' time he survived longer than Kakarot and myself, and had he not been around to teach you some skills, then we'd all be dead at the hands of the androids. Finish your meal."
Vegeta hadn't planned on saying that. He growled in displeasure at the amount of respect he was showing to anything that was partially created by his nemesis, Kakarot. He convinced himself that since it was the other Gohan he was talking about, and since that Gohan was long dead, that it was alright to honour him with respect. He could feel Mirai Trunks' eyes on him, filled with entirely too much emotion for any son of his. He glared at both Trunks and Trunks, and pushed back from the table, leaving the remainder of his meal (which wasn't much) and heading to the shower to wash up so he could get to training.
When their dad left the room, young Trunks gave a snoot. "Man... was a grump. So did Gohan really train you in your time?"
Mirai Trunks analyzed the question carefully, not trusting the devious little boy very much. He knew himself to be too easily swayed from good intentions into troublesome meddling to trust the boy. "Y-yes, he did. But... he died..."
"Oh. Well he's just fine in this time, how about you meet him here? I bet you'd get along with him, he blushes like a girl all the time just like you. Hey, do you like your haircut?"
Mirai Trunks put his fork down, his hands going up to his overly short hair. "You cut it?"
"Yep... pretty good job, eh? I came in your room before you got up this morning and I saw your hair was all girly and I didn't want anyone seeing me looking like that, so I cut it. It looks cool."
"Er... that was a nice gesture Trunks... thank you... but I preferred it long."
"How come?"
"I'm used to it... and *blush* and I play with it when I'm trying to fall asleep. But it will grow back."
"Yeah."
Silence settled, during which Mirai Trunks finished up the remainder of his breakfast, and younger Trunks purloined the food that Vegeta had left behind, stuffing it into his mouth happily. He finished and left his dishes on the table, standing up and stretching.
"That was great... aww Dad's gonna make us train all morning. Its fun to spar and stuff, but Dad's really obsessed, he doesn't let me take breaks or anything. But then this afternoon I can play with Goten! Hey do you wanna skip out on training and come see my lab? Mom doesn't know about it... I got the idea from this cartoon about a boy genius like me, he's got a lab in his basement.... Well mine's not that cool, but its got real stuff, not just made up! Yesterday I finished making my laptop... its really cool. *grin* Not even Goten's allowed to see... but you're me... you wouldn't tell, right?"
"Uhm... well you aren't making anything that would hurt anybody... are you Trunks?"
"Duh... no. What the hell would I do that for when if I wanna hurt someone I can just beat them up or blast them? Man I still am not so sure you're me. I'm gonna have to compare a sample of your blood with mine to make sure we're genetically identical like you said we are. Cause you're a pussy, sorry Trunks, but you are. I'm way cooler than you."
Mirai Trunks sighed, shrugging. "Guess I didn't worry very much about being cool. Will Father take it as a disrespect that we don't join him in the Gravity Chamber?"
"Well yeah, but after about three minutes of being in there with him you're gonna realize that it sucks. He doesn't pull his punches, he even broke my arm once, but... I don't think he meant to. I probably deserved it... I was being an ass and smart-mouthing. But still... if mom had found out about that she would have literally killed him I think. Oh, that's another thing that's kinda crappy, Mom's really overprotective... she's always bitching about this or that... even though she doesn't give a shit about me, whenever I'm in the room she acts like she plays this huge part in my life. As if she even remembers I exist when she isn't plotting my future for me."
This was a lot for Mirai Trunks to absorb all at once. Vegeta had broken his double's arm? But if Trunks said it was an accident... well that might be understandable. Trunks remembered Gohan hitting him too hard one or two times, and causing him rather serious injury. He gave the other him a serious and studious gaze. The little boy was talking to him really easily... maybe Trunks had wanted to have someone around to talk to for awhile? Mirai Trunks took a deep breath and told himself that he had a responsibility to his double to hear him out and be as positive and supportive and close to him as he could. He had faith in the boy, and he didn't even know him yet. He was him, that was a million times more effective.
And what was this about Bulma planning out his future? He scratched his head and cocked it curiously. "Trunks what do you mean Mom's planning out your future?"
"Oh... I guess there wasn't much left of Capsule Corps in your time, huh? Well here its like the biggest tech company around, and at the moment, Mom is the head of it, with Grandpa Briefs still pitching in here and there. But I have to run it when I'm older, because Mom knows I'm at least as smart as her or smarter. I don't know how she thought this all over without asking me. I guess she figures its just a family business... but... but... FUCK! I don't wanna run CC! I wanna do something cool... maybe work here as an inventor or something... but I don't want to run it! *glower* Too bad I don't have a choice. Fucking parents. And no matter what I say, Dad wont even get involved, he refuses, says its 'the woman's area.' So if it's woman's work, why should I do it? Hmph."
Mirai Trunks didn't know what to say. He felt bad for his younger self, but it seemed to him like the boy was complaining an awful lot about something that wasn't so bad. He shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know what you can do Trunks... How about we talk more about it later and go train with Dad, ok?"
"Fine. I'll show you my lab after... now I'm mad... I could use some sparring."
Trunks and Trunks headed out of the kitchen through the back door, the one that Mirai Trunks had knocked on the previous night. They headed to the Gravity Chamber, which was already humming from use. Vegeta's ki could be felt within.