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Anorake- I don't honestly know how I could be so mean, I'm kinda freaking myself out with this one. Don't worry, Vegeta isn't dead.

duskshadow- Yes, this version of Trunks is quite scary. As I told Anorake, Vegeta isn't dead.

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"God, no!" Trunks practically leapt from his bed. "Shit, that's the last time I eat Goku's cooking before going to bed. He glanced at his clock, the red numbers reading 1:37 am. "I wonder if anyone's online, I've got to talk to someone about this." When he looked at his computer he noticed that Pan and Goten were both signed in. He decided to talk to Goten first. Trunks must have forgotten to turn off his webcam because the very first thing his best friend asked was if he had seen a ghost or something.

"No, but I dreamt that I turned someone into one." Trunks muttered after making sure his microphone was shut off. His hands merely typed in "no, just a bad dream induced by your dad's bad cooking".

Pan sent a similar message as Goten's just as he finished typing. Trunks decided that, has comforting it would be to tell them what happened, he'll just continue with saying a bad dream and nothing more. He clarified the meeting time and went back to bed. He couldn't go back to sleep though, blaming Goku's cooking was a mere front, the dreams had been haunting him for a few weeks now. The dreams were constantly changing but one thing was always the same, he always killed Vegeta before it was over. More recently a voice that sounded a lot like his own was saying things like "You know it's going to happen, you can't escape fate." The words alone made him shiver, but the fact that the voice was so much like his own was down right terrifying. The scariest thing of all was that, somewhere deep within his soul, he enjoyed it.

"How the fuck am I supposed to avoid this?" Trunks finally asked himself, he had seen almost every possible scenario and in each one Vegeta fell by his hand.

Simple, you can't fight it, fate is inevitable.

"Damn it, now that voice is bothering me outside of my dreams." Trunks said. He pinched himself, just to make sure it wasn't a dream.

Heh, how can you be sure this isn't a dream? I know as well as you do that you feel pain, even in your dreams. The voice was right, Trunks felt every blow he ever sustained in a dream. Sometimes, when the wounds were severe enough, he even awoke to find new scars.

"How do you know about that, and why the hell do you sound so much like me?" Trunks asked, he never told anyone about that. Even when Pan asked him, he explained that between training and being a masochist he had plenty of scars. He wasn't lying when he told her this, the particular scar she had asked about was a mix of both, and it was one of his favorites. It started out as a single cut going up his arm, this was from when Vegeta demostrated that any warrior's weapon can be turned against them. That night he cut even more of what was now his favorite slash pattern, all made with the very same sword that made the very same sword that made the initial cut.

Hm, yes. I believe I can answer both those questions at once. You see, I'm you.

"You gotta be kidding me." Trunks couldn't believe this. After all these years of saying he had a completely different personality as a joke, he had been proven wrong. He always thought of it as merely acting differently around different people, now he had a true split personality.

No, I'm quite serious, and I'm getting bored of only showing myself in dreams. I assure you, I will take over very soon. You'll know when the time comes. Until then, keep taking good care of that body of ours, I don't want ot be stuck with a bruised and battered handdown.

"Oh don't worry, this body is in good hands, and it always will be. There's no way I'll let someone else control me." Trunks shouted.

You really think so? Take a look at the paper next to your hand. Trunks did and was shocked to see that his left hand had scribbled "Impure monster"out on the paper. This phrase was something Vegeta had called him long ago when in one of his many fits of rage, and just the sight of the phrase made Trunks so furious he went to Super Saiyan. If only Vegeta knew that scenarios like that one had turned him into the masochist he was, maybe he wouldn't call it such a weakness if he knew he were causing it. You see, I've already gained a little bit of control. These dreams, or rather premonitions, have more purpose than my amusement, they've been eating away at your soul, and has your grip loosens, mine strengthens. I'm exhausted now though, that last premonition was a big one and I haven't quite recoverd yet. I'll be back soon though, you just remember to take good care of my future body.

"Oh no you don't, even if it means suicide, I won't let you take over this body." Trunks shouted, but he got no answer. Outside Trunks' door Vegeta let out a great sigh. He knew what was happening to his son, and all he could do was hope Trunks could handle it better than he did.

Well, that's it for chapter two, sorry it's so short. Thanks so much for the reviews Anorake and duskshadow, I hope you both keep reading this.