I'm gonna crash into your world
Bulma carefully compared the baby in her arms to the teenager sitting across from her, and wondered at the transformation. The baby in her arms was chubby, wide-eyed and curious. The teenager was lean, sculpted from years of intensive training, and even though his eyes were still just a hair to wide to be full Sayajin, they looked hard. Most Sayajin looked hard, and Bulma could have written it off to his heritage if it weren't for the careful pose. He'd leaned his body back, laced his fingers behind his head, and propped his feet up on the table; they eyes were what negated the relaxed pose. Instead, he looked like a carefully sprung trap. Not at all like his father.
Vegeta had the ability to hide his thoughts much more carefully. If he wanted you to think he was relaxed, there wouldn't be any tells, not even for Bulma to read, and she'd spent almost every day with him for a year. Trunks obviously knew to conceal what he was thinking; his face was a blank slate. That was it, though; body relaxed, face blank, and blue eyes that watched, waited, and missed nothing. He made no effort to deceive, only to conceal. Bulma turned her attention to the girl, and wondered what the girl had been through to get so tightly wound.
"So you have no idea what caused the rift in the first place?"
"No," Piccolo told her for the third time, "And I don't know what else to tell you, other than to go find the Dragon Balls and wish yourself home."
"Can't," Trunks smirked at the room in general.
"And why not? Its not as if there's a lot of important stuff going on right now that we cant use them," Princess Serenity put her hands on her hips and glared.
"Bardock has to use them." Trunks shrugged, then cocked his head carefully. "You know how important it is for him to make that wish,"
"But if it's the only way for us to get home," Princess Serenity started, her voice high and petulant.
"Rini." Trunks kept his own voice low and serious, only warning. She straightened her shoulders, narrowed her eyes at him, and huffed as she crossed her arms.
"Do you have a better idea? I cant evolve the Silver Crystal into its full moon phase, so there's no way to use the Holy Chalice, and that stupid sword doesn't even work! At least the Golden Warrior is still back there, since Sailor Galaxia is still on the loose! So how do you think we should get back?" Rini panted as her rant ground to a halt in the face of Trunks' stony silence.
"I didn't say I had a better idea. I said we couldn't use the Dragon Balls," Trunks shrugged again, nonchalant.
"Why cant you evolve the Silver Crystal?" Queen Serenity asked, reaching out for her daughters hand. The girl blushed horribly, and muttered unintelligibly.
"I don't think they heard you," Trunks smirked as he antagonized her, and she flushed a deeper red.
"I broke it. Its cracked down the middle, alright?" There was a lot of venom in her words, but Bulma thought Trunks kind of deserved it.
"But you can still transform with it?" Endymion asked, looking confused.
"Yeah, but I cant get to my full strength. It wont let me get more than half-way powered up, and my attacks fall flat sometimes." She snorted, and it was the first un-ladylike thing Bulma had seen her do so far.
"How did it break?" Vegeta seemed to hit the nail on the head, as the two time-travelers turned away. Not just from the group, but each other. "Don't make me ask again." The King of all Sayajin growled, baring his teeth.
"The Silver Crystal is based on love," Queen Serenity cocked her head to the side, "Its your love that gives it power, so unless-"
"Duty and love are different things." Trunks said, and for the first time, truly glowered at the pink-haired girl.
"That doesn't make any sense, I saw the way she kissed you, Trunks," Serenity stood, wobbled, and sat again, "I realize its an arranged marriage, but you've obviously got some kind of bond, I mean, you cant fake something like that,"
"Apparently, I take my duty too seriously." Trunks was still glowering, even though he'd focused his gaze on the far wall.
"Oh, and I don't take my duty seriously enough?" Rini shrieked. "Fine! You want to know why the Silver Crystal broke? I'm going to marry you, and I'm in love with the Golden Warrior! I'm honoring my parents and my people, I'm doing my duty to the peace they built! Don't tell me what my duty is!" She turned and stormed out, tears barely starting to fall.
"And who would this Golden Warrior be?" Vegeta asked, arms crossed over his chest as they watched her go.
"He's a Super Sayajin." Trunks didn't look at anyone as he said it, still glaring balefully at the wall.
"The Legendary Super Sayajin?" Vegeta asked, eyebrows raised.
Trunks nodded.
"More legends?" Endymion asked. "First his sword, and now this Super Sayajin, or Golden Warrior, or whatever? What next, Sailor Saturn coming of age?"
"She's a cute kid," Trunks shrugged, still glaring at the wall.
"You know, its kind of funny," Bulma mused, bouncing her infant son on her knee, "But Baba did another reading for me, before we came back to Vegetasie. She said I'd give birth to this Legendary Super Sayajin." All eyes were on her as she continued to bounce the baby. "Vegeta and I talked about it, but we decided to not mention it to anyone, because Vegeta has already been prophesied as the Legendary."
"Not exactly. People made educated guesses, based on my power levels at birth. We haven't tested him yet," Vegeta nodded at his infant son. "Baba has made prophesies before, and they've come true. So the question stands," Vegeta knocked the chair out from under his teenage son, "Why is she only chasing after you when you're a Super Sayajin?"
Trunks lay sprawled on the floor for a long moment, his long purple hair hiding his face. "I cant control it." He pushed himself to his knees, but kept his head tilted so that his hair still hid his face.
"So you train." Vegeta crossed his arms and stood over the younger man, glaring.
"Considering the amount of trouble she gets into?" Trunks whipped his head around to glare at his father. "She's a walking natural disaster! She spends all day being little miss Perfect Princess, and then sneaks out at night to gallivant around as Sailor Moon, and I've never met anyone who can get into so much trouble on accident! How the hell am I supposed to train when someone is trying to kill her every night?" His lips peeled back from his teeth in the start of a snarl, "I cant go Super Sayajin unless she's in trouble to begin with, and Joyeuse Sang doesn't even work even though it chose me!"
"It has to choose you?" Serenity furrowed her brow in confusion.
"Its complicated, but its only supposed to turn up when the Sayajin people need a hero, and its supposed to choose the hero." Vegeta shot at the Queen, not taking his eyes off of his son. "Then how do you expect to defeat this Galaxia bitch? If that stupid rock is cracked, and you cant control your power, how the hell do you plan to win?"
"Does it look like I know?!" Trunks stormed off in such a hurry that he left a hole in the wall.
"That was uncalled for," Bulma commented.
"Just look at the size of that hole!" Vegeta threw his arms up.
"I was talking about you, idiot," Bulma wiped boogers off of her sons face, not looking at her mate.
"Is this our fault to begin with?" Endymion asked, propping his chin on his fist. "I mean, we raised them, right? So there has to be something we can do, here and now, to get them ready to face the problems they'll have to deal with in their time."
"While still trying to deal with the things in our time." Serenity sighed, rubbing her belly absently.
"You think Bardock is going to wish his sons back?" Piccolo mused, leaning casually against the wall opposite of Trunks' exit.
"Of course. Chi Chi and I met when I was sixteen, and out chasing the Dragon Balls. We had some good times." Bulma smiled to herself; looking back, she could have gotten seriously hurt. It had been fun though, and she was glad she'd had her adventures before settling down to be a mother. Even if she was settling down on Vegetasie as Queen of the Sayajin.
"Kooler, Kold, the Black Moon Clan, civil war, an evil entity from the future trying to tear into this time. I say we knock off our problems from the smallest up. The quickest way to end a civil war on Vegetasie is to start a war with someone else. Kold and Kooler are the most likely candidates, so that leaves you with less than a few weeks to get the Black Moon Clan under control while I get my troops organized," Vegeta paced as he spoke, his tail thrashing behind him. "Get in touch with Bardock, he should be able to back you up even if he hasn't wished Kakarrot and Raditz back. A full frontal assault is your best bet,"
"You know, Vegeta, I think you've been rubbing off on me too much," Serenity sighed. "We'll see you in two weeks. Call us when you have the time and place set for the meeting with Kold and Kooler. You think you can deal with the kids until then?" Serenity didn't wait for Vegeta to respond, merely curtsied, wobbled horribly while clutching her pregnant belly, and walked out the door, which was a huge tribute to just how well she knew him.
"I'm headed out as well. I'll meet you in two weeks, wherever you say; I've got some Elders to talk to about how to get those two home and these rifts to stop popping up." Piccolo waved over his shoulder as he took off, not bothering to look back.
"I'll take the girl, you go work on the kid. And try not to antagonize each other too much," Bulma kissed Vegeta on the cheek as she headed out of the room, after Princess Serenity.
Vegeta swore, then headed out through the hole his son had left. A civil war to quell, two enemies to defeat, and a Super Sayajin son from the future to train; his plate was full, even for a Sayajin king.
A/N: The plot thickens! Sorry I didnt update yesterday, I went on a painting binge. Lyrics from Savage Garden again. I should mention that I was twelve when I was watching Sailor Moon and Dragonball Z, and listening to Savage Garden. Its all starting to mesh together in my head. I'm on spring break, so I'm going a little nuts.