Author's Note: Sorry this is taken so long to post. This chapter has actually been written for a while, and posted on Livejournal. But not here. Once again, really sorry about this guys. Enjoy! And Please Review, comments and reviews are always appreciated.
Lavender Time
Part Two
He felt himself come back to the real world soon enough. However, he had no idea how long he had been out for. He was laying on something cold, and hard. A moan escaped his lips, as his mind slowly began to wake up. He remembered being in Capsule Corp with Trunks, then somewhere completely different, running into Jaden, feeling so close to death, and…
Trunks!
A startled cry tore from his throat, and his eyes snapped open. A bright light welcomed him into a unknown room, and he feared the worst. Had the Elyssians beaten Trunks? Was he in enemy territory?
He grunted and tired to turn on his side, to escape the bright light that hung over head, and to get a better look at his surrounding.
At the sound of his movements, a voice peeped up from his side, "Oh, you're awake."
Goten paused as he registered the voice. It wasn't the unfamiliar, cold voice of the enemy. It was a voice Goten could recognize anywhere.
Small hands were suddenly pushing down on his shoulders. Pushing him back into a laying position, and a figure leaned over him, blocking out the light, and becoming a shadowed silhouette. But even shadowed Goten knew who was leaning over him. "Bulma?"
The figure pulled back, and the light dimmed out so Goten could see her better. Bulma's blue haired looking longer then the last time Goten had seen her. It was pulled into a lose ponytail. Her eyes and face looked tired, and worn, as if she was ten years older. "How do you know who I am?" Bulma asked, even her voice sounded older.
Goten pushed himself up into a sitting position and this time Bulma did not push him back down. "Bulma," he said, "Its me. Goten."
Bulma arched a eye brow at him, her lips turned down into a scowl, "Is this some kind of joke?" she questioned.
Goten stared at her in confusion, before the sound of the door opening echoed in the room. "Mom," came a new voice, "Is everything alright?"
"Trunks," both Goten and Bulma said in unison.
Bulma's head snapped to Goten, and Trunks raised his eye brows at the younger saiyan. His blue eyes staring at Goten as if they've seen him for the first time… ever.
At this realization Goten's heart gave a heavy tug. He quickly shrugged the feeling away, and stared back at Trunks. That's when he noticed it.
That the man standing in front of him wasn't Trunks.
Well it was Trunks, but at the same time it wasn't.
This Trunks' hair was longer then usual. His eyes, like Bulma's, were worn, and his face was more mature. No longer young and pretty. Now he was older and handsome. His body was also more built, and the tight black work out shirt he was wearing showed the new muscle mass.
Goten felt his jaw slacken, and maybe he started to drool, but he quickly clenched it shut. How LONG was I out for? His mind screamed.
"How do you know my son?" Bulma asked, once again leaning close to Goten. Her eyes full of suspicion.
Goten lowered his eyes, studying the metal table he was sitting on, instead of looking at the two people in the room as he answered, "I…well, I know a Trunks Brief but…" He lifted his eyes to the man standing by the door, "you're not him."
"A Trunks?" Bulma asked, still sounding confused.
"I see," The older looking Trunks said after a long moment of silence. He started forward until he was standing besides the table Goten sat on. "The Trunks you know… how old is he?"
"How old?" Goten repeated confused, "He's 18, just one year older then me."
Trunks' eyes softened and a soft gasp came from Bulma. A hand fell on Goten's shoulder, causing Goten to look up into the older Trunks' dashing blue eyes. He felt his heart jump at the sight of them. Eyes so familiar yet so different.
"What was your name again?" The Trunks asked.
Even though he knew this was a different Trunks, the fact that the man had asked the question hurt. Goten quickly shoved this pain away, he would deal with it later, and answered, "Goten."
"Well Goten, I don't know how to tell you this but it appears you are no longer in your timeline. You are in the future, and I am Mirai Trunks" Trunks stated, watching as Goten's eyes widened to the news, and a very Trunks like grin came across the older man's face.
Mirai Trunks? The Mirai Trunks?
The same man Gohan told him stories about when he was seven. The man who came from the future, and saved his father's life, saved everyone's lives. And in some strange way, gave him life.
That Mirai?
Bulma… Mirai Bulma, who was still by Goten's side, sputtered in disbelief. "This young man is from the past?" She questioned, now turning to look at Goten as if he were a strange alien.
Mirai Trunks nodded, "17 years, its been 17 years since I last visited the past."
Goten opened his mouth to ask Mirai Trunks about his last visit, but Bulma's small hands grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to face her, "Goten was it?" She asked, her eyes a lit with fascination, "Who are your parents?"
Goten paused at this question, "Um, Goku and Chichi."
A muffled cry escaped Bulma's lips, and Goten suddenly found himself bought into a tight hug. "Your Goku's son." Bulma whimpered, "He and Chichi have another little boy. You're Gohan's brother."
"Mother…" came Mirai's unsure voice.
Bulma pulled back, and looked at Goten. The young saiyan could see her eyes were rimmed with tears, "And you and my son? Are you two good friends?" she asked.
You have no idea…Goten's heart gave another pathetic thump against his chest. "Yeah," Goten answered, "Best friends."
Bulma nodded approvingly at this, still looking at if she were on the verge of tears, she let go of Goten. The room stayed in an awkward silence for what seemed like hours to Goten, before Mirai spoke up.
"How did you get here Goten?"
"I…Trunks and I were in Capsule Corp looking at Bulma's inventions. I picked one up, must have accidentally pushed a button, and now I'm here." Goten explained, thinking back on the events that lead up to his appearance in the future.
He had no idea Bulma had even been thinking about the idea of time travel. Did anyone else know? Did Trunks know?
Trunks…
He must be worried about me, Goten realized, thinking about how everyone must be reacting to his sudden disappearance.
As if he read Goten's mind Mirai spoke up, "Well we need to get you back to your own Timeline."
Both Goten and Bulma looked at the lavender haired man in surprise. "W-Wait a minute." Goten stated, "I answered your questions now answer mine. Who were those aliens? I thought you defeated the androids in this timeline. That's what Gohan told me."
Mirai looked thoughtful before he answered, "I did. The Elyssian's invaded three years ago."
"What do they want?" Goten asked.
"What many alien races want, to sell this planet for money." Trunks said gruffly, "I've been holding them off on my own for the past three years. Many of them aren't very strong, but they have powers in numbers, and their Captains put up quite a fight."
"Captains?" Goten questioned again, taking all this information in.
"There are three of them, Jaden is one." Mirai explained.
"There is only so much just one Super Saiyan can do." Bulma continued, taking a seat in a chair, and rolling towards the near by computer, "We're lucky we've survived as long as we have. It's the androids all over again, almost 70 percent of earth has been whipped out." She said sullenly, "If everyone was still alive, these Elyssians wouldn't be a problem." The screen to the computer came to life, and Bulma began to type away at something.
Goten was quiet for a moment, taking all this in.
The future was such a sad place, everyone was dead. Vegeta, Piccolo, his father and brother… and even after the death of the androids, still evil threatened the peace that both Mirai Trunks and Bulma deserved so badly.
How could Goten go home, back to his peaceful life in his timeline, when this destruction was going on?
"Mirai," Goten found himself speaking up, the older man looked at him, and Goten raised his head so electric blue eyes met determined black ones, "Let me help you."
"What?" Mirai asked confused.
"There's only so much one super saiyan can do…" Goten quoted, "But if I helped you, I'm sure we can beat them. Two super saiyans are better then one. Let me do that before I leave."
Mirai shook his head vigorously, "No. Absolutely not. What would happen if you died in this timeline Goten. You would never go back to your family. They will forever wonder what happened to you. No, you will go back as soon as possible."
Goten glared at Mirai determinedly, and opened his mouth to object, before Bulma turned from the computer, "Um, maybe Goten should stay and help out for a bit."
"What?" Trunks exclaimed staring at his mother in disbelief while Goten turned to her with a wide smile, "Mother are you crazy?"
Bulma frowned at her son, "Now Trunks, I know the idea does not sound practical, but I am still your mother. I don't want Goten getting involved with this as much as you do, but it doesn't look like we have a choice. A time machine will take at least six months for me to make. Five if I work diligently. I'm going to have to start from scratch again, since we destroyed the first one." Mirai lowered his eyes as he considered all this, and Bulma turned her own beautiful blue eyes on Goten expectantly, "And if Goten here is anything like his father and brother, he will not just sit down and wait for five months. Am I right?" She threw in a wink, and Goten beamed at her.
"I'll get started with the preparations right away," Bulma continued, "In the mean time Trunks, show Goten to a spare room."
Mirai huffed in defeat. When his mother decieded on something there was no changing her mind. He turned to Goten and nodded his head to the door, "Come on Goten."
"…And this will be your room." Mirai said opening a door that lead into a small dark room. Goten's eyes swept over the dark forms in the room trying to make out what things were, before Mirai flipped on a near by light switch and the room was bathed in atefical light.
There was a small bed, a even smaller desk. Piles of books was stacked in various places through out the room, and Goten could see there was another door in the far corner of the room, probably leading to a bathroom.
"Its nothing special." Mirai continued, as they stepped in, "This room use to be mom's old study, but it was too small so we moved everything into the room you woke up in."
"This is fine," Goten replied, walking over to the bed, and laying down on it, a loud relaxing sigh came out of his lips. Mirai watched the younger man for a moment, before turning to leave.
"Mirai," came the young saiyan's voice, stopping Mirai in his tracks. The lavender haired man turned and saw Goten was propped up on his elbows, a shy smile on his face as he said, "I… just wanted to thank you. For saving me."
Mirai returned the smile, "No need to thank me Goten." he paused before continuing, "We'll get you home."
Goten nodded, "And I'll help you fight the Elyssians."
The smile that graced Mirai's lips was a sad one, but he nodded, then turned and left the room.
