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Chapter 8

Mirai had made it a very unpleasant week for Vegeta after the whole misunderstanding. Each time Vegeta walked I a room he turned around and left. Anytime Vegeta demanded Mirai train with him, Mirai would light a cigarette and just watch his father do all the work. When Vegeta attempted to tell him anything Mirai would just not respond or make any sign that he was even listening.

At first he pretended like he didn't care, but after a while, it was getting very frustrating. Trunks and Bulma where not having a very fun time either. When Mirai had something to tell Vegeta, he would just send Trunks as the messenger boy. Eventually Vegeta decided that two could play at that game and started using Bulma as his messenger girl. Both where growing very tired of running back and forth, Trunks was growing very tired of getting in trouble for repeating Mirai and Bulma didn't even have time to work.

One day Bulma asked to meet them in the livingroom not telling the other that they would be there at the same time. Vegeta walked in the back and Mirai walked in from the kitchen. He immediately turned on his heels and left. "Stop right there," she snapped. Mirai slowly turned back around to see what it was all about. "You two have got to stop this. I refuse to keep passing angry conversation back and forth and I have informed Trunks that he is not to do so either. Mirai if I hear one more profanity come out of his mouth I'm coming after you, not him, you! Now both of you talk this over now!"

Bulma stormed out of the room leaving the father and son alone. Mirai's eyes casted the room, something to look at, anything. Vegeta scanned his son very carefully. What could they possibly have to talk about? This was ridiculous, they would speak again when Mirai could just get over himself and say he was sorry for being so insolent and keeping Cell around.

In Mirai's head, several random thoughts from several random personalities.

Forgive him, said Jessie. Her soft voice always trying to lead him in the right direction.

Fuck him, giggled Joker. His mischief always causing him to make the very wrong decisions.

Mira, usually the more seductive of the rest, was busy singing I Get Knocked Down by Chumbawa over and over again. Mirai fought the urge to try covering his ears. What good would it do. The voice was in his head after all. Somewhere deep in his mind a voice he did not recognize spoke of licking pennies and dancing to the cantaloupes god. Mirai was at a lose to himself. Cantaloupe God?

Vegeta was getting close to cracking. While Mirai was patient and lost to his own thoughts, he was not quite so patient or distracted. "Will you just talk already." Mirai looked at Vegeta as if it was the first time he noticed the older saiyan standing there. His eyes casted over to the far left wall.

"I'm out," was all he said before he turned and left. He felt an iron grip on the back of his shirt pull him back. Mirai turned around in shock, pennies, Cantaloupes, nickels, coconuts, and death dancing in his head. Flashes began to plague his mind now. A falling broom stick. A penny in the air, rolling apples, Cantaloupes broken, gold pieces that fall to the ground.

Vegeta was going to start yelling at him, until he noticed the far off look his son had on his face. Vegeta violently shook him. Mirai was brought back to reality. He looked at his father for a moment.

"She was sleeping."

"What," asked Vegeta, confusion written all over his face.

"She was asleep a the kitchen table. There was a Cantaloupe on the table she was cutting up. She thought he was a friend. Judas Iscaria living in her home. As her blood falls and his bounty spills. He died. Alone. No one standing beside him. Tragedy, no wants anything to do with him. Poor boy with only a Fool wearing the kings crown."

"What are you babbling about," snapped Vegeta. He could not shake the eerie sensation that he heard this story before.

"Tell me, dad, how long did it take before you realized that he was more sick and twisted then he led on to be?"

"You sound like a crazy person," he snarled. He understood now. If there was one thing he figured out it was how to read these bizarre riddles. He knew now where the story sounded familiar. It was his own mothers death.

"What was so terrible that it plagues this little flies dreams. Does the spider still bother him that much?"

"Stop it now," he said shaking his son more violently. Mirai blinked a moment and looked at his dad in confusion.

"What are you doing," he asked.

"What?"

"What. Are. You. Doing?"

"Nothing," said Vegeta realizing it was not his son he was talking to, "nothing at all."

"Why," he said, "what happened? Why are you shaking me you ass! Let me go." Mirai shoved the man off of him and stormed out the door.

Bulma came in after hearing a door slam. Only Vegeta stood in the room. "What did you do Vegeta," she yelled.

"Bulma," he said seriously, "we have a real problem."

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Cell had an evil smirk. He held the talisman in his hand standing outside of Roshi's house. He would have his way one way or the other. He set the talisman down and let the spell break. How could anyone resist who they where on the inside.

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Mirai tore down the to Roshi's island furiously. Cell had mentioned it at the party but Miria figured it was just the weed talking. Cell had said that he found a way to manipulate people but Mirai had never heard of mortals doing anything like that. He walked up to Cell who was on his way back in to the house but he stopped abruptly when he sensed Mirai right behind him.

"What did you do to me," he demanded.

"Just what I told you I was going to do. You didn't think I was actually going to let you call all the shots now did you?" Cell laughed wickedly.

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Next time:

Mirai confessed to Vegeta what had happened and explains the talisman to him.