Hey again! Did anyone see the new episode of Dragon Ball Super?! i saw it and was super hyped. I love how Trunks is. I'm super excited. So much I feel like I could turn Super Saiyan!

I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 15: Remorse

It almost felt like it had been decades since Bulma was offered the opportunity to sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee with her future son.

The last time such an occasion happened was when Trunks was prepping to return back to his own time line. During that time Bulma recalled Trunk's story about Vegeta going rampant at seeing him take a fatal blow at Cell's hands. Their laughter echoed at such a bizarre incident but now...

Bulma blew some steam away as she took another sip of her coffee as her son across fumbled with his own cup across the table. Things were better in a sense - high raised tensions had been dealt with but alas there was still a noticeable awkwardness between them.

It seemed like he was still not used to her presence.

Alive and full of energy...

Bulma wondered how long her future self had been dead for but she knew not to bring such questions up. Those answers would come when Trunks was truly comfortable with her presence once more.

"I wonder what's taking him so long." Bulma grumbled under her breath or so she thought until Trunks asked to whom she was referring to. "Goku of course." Bulma added briskly. A droplet of sweat forming at the top of her head. She hoped her son would not press further as right fingers tapped anxiously around her mug. Luckily Trunks only nodded, a small smile creeping on his lips.

"Goku has always been a little late though."

"Yeah." She muttered while attempting to smiling widely to avoid Mirai's curious gaze whilst cursing inwardly at her constant need to lie. It was only a matter of time before the two met. Bulma wondered how Mirai would react. 'Hopefully different from Trunks.' Her inner voice snorted, 'I don't need another burden on my shoulders.'

Bulma resisted the urge to slam her head against the table.

Some mother she was becoming... Blaming her son for the frustration she was feeling was not the way to go. Times were tough, but Trunk's rage towards his father was not that big of a hindrance. It was her own attitude that caused such a discrepancy.

Bulma's eyes darted toward the window, the night's sky peeking its way into the curtain. How many days had gone by? It took a month for Trunks and her to get to Namek. It had more or less been two days and now leaning on three. So about 33 days? Bulma hummed to herself.

Only 67 more days? Then the New Namek dragon balls could be used again after their final wish. After all they did use two from the Buu ordeal. One left. Shenron still gone for another 11 months. Twenty three if you counted wish making to "fix," the broken state the Earth had been left in, and the other wish to make people forget the ordeal to some degree.

"I'm so exhausted." Bulma groaned out as she had not felt like this until returning home. Maybe the shower had shook her out of her energetic state of mind. After all she had been under cryogenic sleep for such a long time during their initial travel to New Namek. Bulma honestly felt like she was on steroids when she got to there. Yet now she was finally crashing and burning. This coffee in her hand not doing anything to really prevent it. It just made her throat burn with pleasure.

Bulma gave out a long deep heavy sigh.

"Trunks," Bulma called, his name rolling of her tongue as she settled her coffee mug on the table. "There is something I need to confess." Trunk's eyes peeled into her, always willing to hear. Even if the news would be something dreadful.

"About your father-"

"I'm back!" An excited voice came behind her seat causing Bulma to jump in surprise. She could feel the hair on the back of her neck rise, and even more so when the truth had arrived before she could deliver.

Bulma's eyes shifted into a narrow gaze, left hand flat on the table's edge and right hand on the arm of the chair as she glowered toward the new arrival.

The one and only Vegetto. "Oh was I interrupting something?" He asked, when he noticed her obvious glare. He let out a laugh, "My bad."

"Goku?" Mirai Trunks called sounding quite confused at whom was in front of him.

"Ah TRUNKS!" Vegetto exclaimed, "It's been awhile!" Trunks nearly bolted out of his chair and scrambled his way to Vegetto.

"Is that really you? You've certainly changed since last time I saw you. Though I'm sure Majin Buu had something to do with that. Anyhow-" Trunks extended his arm out to him. "It's good to see you Goku."

Vegetto took it, grinning brightly.

"The same Trunks but please call me Vegetto. I'm sure your mother has informed you of the fusion."

"Fusion-" Trunks blankly said, unsure of how to react. He did feel his mother's ki rise furiously next to his.

"As a matter of fact I was just about to – " She announced, pulling herself out of the chair. Standing next to Trunks, arms now crossed against her chest. "But then you just decided to drop right in – always at the worst possible time." Bulma retaliated words lacing with venom.

Vegetto's gaze dropped to hers, a sweat drop rolled down his face. "You're late." She added, scowl darkening.

Vegetto immediately pulled his arm away from Trunks placing it behind his head – in the Goku like way and laughed awkwardly.

"Ah well since we ditched the Namekians, I thought it would be a good idea to go to Dendes' for some tips. You know some kind of secret message I could tell them like that movie Babe I once watched with Chichi."

Bulma's lips merely drew into a line. "Y-you know like Baa Ram Yew...Heh heh..."

"I take it Goku is your more dominate side hence why mother is so angry." Trunks cut in, making the tense air cease. "Though I do regret not being able to see why my father choose to fuse. Father never appeared to be the agreeable type."

Bulma wondered too,eyes darting to Vegetto for an explanation. Vegetto however crossed his hands over his chest and growled.

"First of all," He dragged out, "Goku and Vegeta are equally apart of me. Yet if you must know," He began, looking directly at Bulma as he said this. "Vegeta's preferences are the ones I usually go to. I'm more like Vegeta then anything."

Both Bulma and M. Trunks scoffed, and Vegetto couldn't help but grit his teeth. "It's even more fucking annoying that the two of you can't accept this fact when Gohan, Goten, and Chichi keep comparing me to Vegeta!"

Vegetto's fist balled, and the Saiyan's eyes seemed to change from his usual to a sharp gold. Bulma was surprised at his statement. Chichi was calling him Vegeta? But at the lookout she kept on about Goku this and that – did something change?

A sharp realization flooded through her mind.

Had he gone to Chichi when she rejected him?

Bulma's heart squeezed a bit but the woman became more focused on Vegetto by the second. He was beginning to power up and Bulma took a step back into Trunks unconsciously. She felt relief flood her body, her son was here besides her. She wasn't alone anymore.

"What?" He snapped at seeing the look on their faces.

Bulma's face had contorted into fear, a flash of Chi Chi's own fearful expression in the back of his mind whilst Gohan blocked his path. Their battle proving to be one of the many...

The many engagements he would have with all his children.

'You tried to kill her! You monster!" Gohan's voice echoed furiously, "Thank Dende that Goten is hanging out with Videl right now because if he was here – I –argh! Just leave before I start to loose myself too! You're not wanted here Vegeta!'

But now, in his path, Trunks stood forward. His right arm pushing his mother behind him, as he stared him down. It was so terribly annoying. They should know that he wasn't going to do anything. They were his family. Especially Bulma and Trunks. Yet time and time again. Trunks had gotten in his path.

All he wanted was for one of his mates to welcome him home.

By now Vegetto was shaking in anger and before anyone could utter a word. The Saiyan took his left hand that was full of ki and slammed it on the table. The table flew up, hit the roof with a large clatter. A ki ball was fired, but the table it's target now blown into smithereens. Vegetto had provided a shield of protection, but still to watch the debris fall, it was a rather flinching experience.

Needless to say Bulma's expression had daunted a widened look while Trunks had powered to SSJ1. His intent was not to fight his father but to protect his mother. Yet somewhere he knew that if worse came to worse that he would be needed to step in.

He could not fail his mother twice.

"I'm so fucking tired of this bullshit!" Vegetto roared everything in the room shaking at his power and then with a sigh, all was silent.

Bulma and M. Trunks watched as Vegetto swallowed hard, his gaze down toward the floor before finally raising them. His eyes shining with remorse.

It seemed even Vegetto was having his own mental battles. "Sorry." Vegetto managed weakly.

Trunks was a bit hesitant at first, but he let a small smile grace his lips. He powered down and laughed.

"Been there, done that." Trunks joked, as if to imply it was a family trait. "Right mom?" Bulma rolled her eyes yet another part of her house destroyed.

Vegeta was in there alright.

"Sorry." Vegetto said again echoed louder then before shaking her from her thoughts. Her gaze drifting to his dryly. "For earlier." He emphasized and Bulma's brain broke.

Her eyes widened, a blush sweeping over her cheeks as she sputtered like a fish out of water.

"I-It's okay." She stuttered out awkwardly, 'Why is he bringing this up now?!' "It was a moment of weakness."

"Of weakness or desire?" Vegetto questioned and Bulma's lip quivered slightly before she managed to catch herself.

"Just what are you inquiring about?" Bulma asked praying he would drop it.

"Everything." He pointedly stated, a hint of red evident on his cheeks and Bulma flushed a deeper glow.

Trunk's gaze drifted between the two with a tilted head. He realized that he probably was interrupting something himself. In fact the room was getting a lot hotter – and very discomforting for that matter. Trunks knew from his future mother's many TMI stories that whenever they fought – some fighting to prove to be more extensive than others – that they were about to get it on and Trunks wasn't ready to placed in that position.

With a light cough from Trunks, sure enough, the two individuals dropped their heated gazes, and let out their own series of "coughs."

Yes for Mirai Trunks he had come to the conclusion that by the end of this journey he would be scarred for life and possibly a new sibling was on the way.

He had hoped that he was wrong...

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A/N - Thanks for the correction on last chapter, I will go back and fix the mix-up. Just right now I need to run to work!

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