Hi again everyone! I've been like in that mood. I don't know how to explain it but it's like I wake up talk to myself about my story. Then go to work, think about it all day long. Someone even asked if I was okay because I was apparently furrowing my eyebrows cause I was thinking about what I had planned for Mirai's storyline. SO when I came home I was thinking computer, I must have you now.

Thus this transpired from it! I hope you enjoy. Thanks again for reviewing/favoriting. I get a little too excited when I see mail now. It makes me happy to know that somewhere out there – someone enjoys my silly story. Thanks for the support! Crossing fingers!

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Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.

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Chapter 17: Desires

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Bulma stood mute her eyes following her son's form as he chatted with Vegetto. Something about him was different from before.

'Well duh...Everyone in his time is dead...' Bulma gave an inward sigh but quickly shook her head. 'The dragon-balls will surely save them all. They've come through for us on so many numerous occasions. I just know,' Bulma paused, hands clenching tightly together. 'Everything will work out. It will just require time.'

"Trunks," She called and immediately Trunks halted his conversation with Vegetto, his eyes ever so cloudy and as mysterious as his father. His smile stretching across his face, arms crossed, and she swore for a moment she saw Vegeta. They were really so much alike.

'Get a hold of yourself!' Her mind screamed and Bulma snapped to. She quickly blinked away her thoughts before greeting him with a smile. "Everything will work out, you'll see."

She was surprised when her son's face paled at her words. His arms dropped instantly. Eyes growing wide and fearful. Bulma made motion to take a step forward but with a sharp hallowed breath her son relaxed. "Trunks?"

Trunks let out a small laugh.

"I'm okay. Really. You just reminded me of mom but that's to be expected since well you are..." He paused, gazing at his hands with anguish. "My mother..."

Bulma could feel her lips trembling. Here she was just trying to be a supportive mother but all she was doing was torturing her own son. Bringing back painful memories, memories of a woman's shoes she could not possibly ever fill. Her blue orbs drooped to the floor and she wondered if she was doing more harm then good by being here. She felt like she should leave.

"Bulma." A voice called.

A voice whom which could only belong to Vegetto. She knew because it was the only voice that could bring her back from the brink of insanity. Bulma's gaze darted toward him, eyes fully alert, and any tears that threatened to fall were pushed back to the far corners of her threshold.

"The Namekians are expecting us. We should head back."

"Aa." She could only respond before looking up at him, her eyes searching for answers. She had hoped that he had spoken out to aid her gloomy predicament but that hardly seemed the case.

After all he stayed away from her.

Distancing himself in some damned way to respect her wishes. She watched him with disdain, lips turning to a scowl. He was probably gloating on the inside about how she couldn't wish him away. How she was going to have to deal with it...

To hell with him!

She didn't need him...

And yet, even so...Every part of her wanted to reach out to him. She could see invisible hands reaching out to him, begging for some much needed attention. Bulma could feel her heart drumming across her chest whenever she thought she saw his eyes dart to hers.

His lips. Kami how she wanted them to be on hers. Their lips ever engaging into flaming bliss. He was everything she yearned for and so much more.

'Vegeta.' Her mind agonized knowing well of the betrayal if she let those emotions sprung forth. She was his. Not Vegettos'...

"But I want to be..." Bulma whispered to herself. Or so she thought until Trunks questioned her, and her face became a bright red mixture of colors. "N-N-Nothing!" She squeaked as she marveled in disbelief of the thought she wanted to be claimed by Vegetto!

Bulma quickly sprung to her son's side, hands resting on her lips. She then looked up at Vegetto and proceeded to barked angrily at him, "Well are you going to take us there or not!"

"If you hold my hand, I will." He told her with a mischievous grin.

"OOH!" Bulma huffed, "Like hell I will! Trunks can do it. I will hold onto him!"

"Whaaaaaaaaat?!" She heard her son echo but her eyes were locked onto the frowning Saiyan.

"Impossible it won't possibly work unless you grab hold of my hand...Stop being so damned fucking stubborn."

"ME?!" Bulma shouted, a throb appearing on her forehead as she inched towards him growling. "STUBBORN?!"

"Guys please..." Trunks began but his words being tuned out every time Vegetto opened his mouth.

"Yes, YOU! Besides it won't kill you or anything to hold my hand woman..." Bulma's lips twitched at his words but she crossed her hands across her chest.

"It might." She snapped, blushing a bit with a puffer-fish expression. Vegetto on the other hand simply looked at her as if she was crazy but Bulma held her ground. There was no way she was going to touch him, especially when her emotions were so hot and bothered.

"Fine." Vegetto gritted out, sounding utterly annoyed. "Trunks." Trunks merely scratched the back of his head, glancing at his her with one raised eyebrow. He took Vegetto's left hand with his right before extending his own left to hers.

"Mother," He called with a tender tone. "Shall we?"

Bulma smiled.

"We shall."

As she took his hand, she glanced up to see Vegetto's fingers pressed against his forehead. His lips were lined in irritation, but none the less she soon found the room around her to dissipate and be replaced with darkness.

Before Bulma could even reach into her book-bag, several lanterns appeared. It was Lusc and co as well as a very lively and smile bearing Trunks.

His cry out to her was all she needed to let go of Mirai's hand and push past Vegetto. She practically buckled as her son jumped into her now extending welcoming arms with a grin. Tears ran down her face as she smothered her son in her embrace. Kissing his forehead and pulled him close. Never wanting to let go.

In the corner of her eyes she caught sight of Vegetto nudging their "eldest," son. Mirai Trunks was looking at his watch whilst his eyes flashed pain. With another nudge he somehow managed to settle into a small smile when his eyes met her peeking glance.

Bulma felt herself falter for a moment as her lips pulled away from her son's head. The younger version looked up at her with glowing curiosity. Bulma couldn't help but sputter.

How one Trunks could look so innocent and happy while the other displayed such a pained and heartbroken look was beyond her. Two different personalities, yet both the same person. It was like there was two Vegettos in the room.

And she could hardly handle one.

"Trunks come here," She announced loudly. The youngest one looking at her as if she had lost her marbles.

After all he was already in her arms and yet there was a soft sound behind her, and sure enough Mirai was there, always obeying.

It was her current son who now displayed a quizzed look as he let his eyes raise and roam about his future self's appearance.

"It's you...!" Trunks exclaimed, his orbs growing wider by the moment.

Her son was a smart boy – she had told him many times of the boy who came from the future – the boy who resembled his features.

"Aa," Mirai Trunks said with a nod as he knelt besides his mother's sitting form. A smile gracing her cheeks as Mirai seemed to begin to peel from his depressed state. "So we meet again."

"You sound depressed." Trunks deadpanned, causing the older version to freeze before he let out an exasperated sigh. "It's not like I went anywhere - you know."

"Right." Mirai replied, laughing a bit as his left hand patted the top of his younger self's head. Trunks seemed annoyed.

"I am you after all."

There was another sharp inhale, a pause, and then Mirai nodded once again.

"I had forgotten..." After mother had died...

"How could you forget yourself? Dumb ass..." Trunks critiqued and Bulma cried out his name in disbelief while Vegetto bellowed with a roar of laughter.

Bulma flushed in embarrassment as Mirai gazed at her with a hung mouth.

Bulma could only sweat drop at his expression knowing he was wondering just what the hell had she done to him.

Bulma could only shrug with a sheepish smile.

She had only done what any other mother would do in her position,

Shower her child with lots of love...

And well...

Lots and lots of toys...

Okay so she spoiled him!

So sue her!

At least he was happy.

That's all that mattered!

'Right?'

Mirai's disapproving gaze said otherwise.

"Blame Vegetto." Bulma added with a grin silencing the laughter from the eldest Saiyan.

Bulma held a countdown in her mind and sure enough on cue she heard,

"How is it my fault?"

"It's totally his fault." Younger Trunks chirped along side her making Bulma grin. She ruffled her his hair with an ever widening grin.

"S-See if you don't believe me, you should totally believe in yourself!"

Mirai looked skeptic but had no choice but to agree especially when Vegetto grumbled something under his breath. Trunks barely caught it but when he did it almost made his eyeballs pop out.

"I still owe him that stupid trip to a theme park. Great."

His family certainly had changed.

Who knew his fathers presence would have such a huge impact!

Once revived would the same "impact" finally make it to his lifespan?

Or was it too late already?

Time would tell.

Mirai Trunks sighed, glancing down at his watch once more.

'If only I had more time...'

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TBC... Thanks for reading!

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A/N – Beware I'm going to be sputtering nonsense. OKAY. ALSO language warning! Please forgive me~ hehe

I have the most hardest time wring Vegetto! So I'm glad to hear that I'm somehow doing good. This will be a successful yes!. YES.

My boyfriend is like wtf cause I'm doing that silent fist pump at the computer. Yes.

Also for another comment who told me Bulma seems a bit bipolar. Well in the show to me. to me She always was like a little Bi-Polar. Like one moment totally calm then flips the fuck out. Especially during the Namek Saga. Even in the recent movies she still goes completely ape shit. to me So just level with me here.

Her son was "killed" before her eyes. Of course any mother would want to beat the shit out of anyone who hurts their child. At least to me Bulma can be leveled with. Unlike Chichi who I feel would just write Vegetto off. Bulma actually listens after she has her angry moment.

So please bare with me.

I do appreciate the criticism though.

失敗は成功のもと - Jp: Shippai-wa seikou-no moto

Failure is the basis of success.

(Meaning: Failure teaches us what actions should we change in order to achieve success.)

So don't hesitate to rawr at me. Lol

See you again though~ Thanks again!