Hey I know I just posted another chapter but decided on a double feature. It's cause I'm drunk and my drinkin buddies all have work in the morning T.T

But I will survive! Actually this came to me shortly after I posted the other. I thought it would be good to get this chapter out of the way while I'm on the drunk side of the bejeweled force! Yes, I play bejeweled and I would recommend it to anyone looking for a new addiction.

So as you know I don't own anything and I never will. We don't need Vegeta to tell us.

Vegeta: HA! You would be NOTHING without me!

Me: They don't read these comments for you!

Vegeta: Who are you kidding?

Me: Why do you hurt me so?

Vegeta: Because I can! And I'm telling the story tonight! Your drunk ass needs to go to bed!

Me:…..Well you heard the man. I'm gonna let him write the story. It's time for me to say fuck the day and hello to the pillow. But first I'm going to monitor the chapter so he doesn't slant me!

Vegeta: DAMMIT!!!

Chapter 13

Vegeta grabbed his drunk son and lifted the drunk teen over his shoulder once again. If this fight was going to happen it wasn't going to happen there. Mirai had already done enough damage for one night. Mirai was not going to come so quietly though. Vegeta heaved the young alcoholic over his shoulder and Mirai protested the whole time. Vegeta took flight with the angry young man yelling at him.

"Hey, put me down you caveman! Who the fuck are you to push me around! I demand you put me down!"

"The only one here making demands is me," snapped Vegeta, "and I demand you shut your fucking mouth before I put a gag in your mouth."

"You wouldn't dare you unethical, untalented, egomaniac, self centered, son of a bitch! LET ME GO!" Vegeta rolled his eyes, it was going to be a long flight home. Mirai protested the whole five minute flight home. As Vegeta predicted it was the longest five minutes of his life. It was mostly name calling which Vegeta later decided to just ignore, he was drunk and stupid at the moment after all. Things didn't get heavy or out of hand until they finally reached CC.

Vegeta, with Mirai still slung over his shoulder on his belly, walked inside and dropped Mirai in the living room. Mirai forced himself to lay on his back and look up at his father. "Stupid bastard! What the fuck do you want from me?"

"I want you to get your ass in bed and we can talk in the morning." Mirai laughed viciously at Vegeta.

"You want to talk? Talk? We are way beyond talking you self righteous prick!" Vegeta glared at him. He understood Mirai was drunk but he was starting to go a bit far. "What? You want to hit me?" Mirai got on his feet and walked forward a few feet. "Go ahead you fucking asshole! Bring it! Hit me with your best shot! Go ahead and hit me! I'll call the fucking police! You would make my kami damned night! Anything to see your ass go to jail!" Vegeta watched as his son swayed back and forth a bit. Poor boy couldn't even figure out where the floor was at.

"You are in no state for any kind of fight. Just go to bed! Fuck!"

"Well fuck you to, I can fight, I'll shit the beat out of you! You think your so tough! You waist your time in the damned GR and for what? So you can beat Goku!?" Mirai laughed again in his fathers face. "You couldn't beat him then and you couldn't beat him now! You're a washed up fighter who lives for one thing only, but you can't have that one thing, that thing is one thing you will never have! I forgot what it was…BUT YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!"

"Shut up," breathed Vegeta, "I'm going to tell you one more time to go to bed, don't make me tell you again."

"Why," said Mirai now getting angry, "what are you going to do about it? I told you to hit me already. It would make you feel better." Mirai grabbed the coffee table and lifted it from the floor. It flipped in the air and landed face first on the floor shattering the glass. Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose. He had no idea what to do about this. Bulma could get aggravated when she was drunk but she wasn't quite this angry.

"Trunks, I told you, we will talk in the morning."

"No," said Trunks now stumbling to the front door.

"Where do you think you're going," asked Vegeta. He grabbed Trunks by the arm and pulled him toward the stairs.

"No," shouted Trunks, shoving his father a little harder then he meant to. He watched Vegeta fall to the floor and turned to leave. Before he knew it someone had grabbed him by the arm and turned him around again. Mirai was going to object again but was shoved against the wall with his arm pinned behind his back.

"You are going to listen to me," hissed Vegeta, "you are not going anywhere tonight, you're going to stay right here. You're going to bed and when you get up in the morning when I get you up, you and I are going to have a serious talk about what just happened tonight. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," said Mirai, "I speak English to!" Vegeta grabbed his shirt collar again and drug him to his room. Mirai tried desperately to keep up but he was just too drunk. Vegeta shoved him on his bed and turned to leave. A wicked laugh from Mirai caused him to turn around.

"You crack me up," he said with a twisted smile, "you try so hard to save me. You can't even save yourself, shit you couldn't save your own damn race!" Vegeta glared wholes in Mirai's head but Mirai didn't care. He just laughed even more. "You're a failure. You want me to go home, then you want me to stay, then you want to save me, what next, are you going to give up on me. Go ahead! I don't give a fucking shit! Go crawl back to your little dark corner like everyone else does. They never stayed why should you? Why are you even still in here you jerk! Get the fuck out of my room you bitch!"

Vegeta snapped. He walked over and sucker punched Mirai right in the face. Mirai's head jerked back and he fell flat on his bed. He nursed his mouth in his hands and felt the burning sensation of tears well up in his eyes. He checked his hands and sure enough, glistening in the moon was that sweet red liquid he craved most in the world.

At first he was not sure where it was coming from, then it had accrued to him what just happened. Mirai stood up and started to scream as loud as his lungs would alow.

"YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH! YOU JUST PUNCHED ME IN THE MOUTH! I'M FUCKING CALLING THE POLICE! I'LL DISTROY YOU SO BADLY THE FUCKING PROJECTS WONT WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOUR LAZY BUMB ASS!"

Vegeta once again punched Mirai only this time getting him in the gut. He watched as Mirai lay in the bed one hand over the mouth and another on his stomach. Vegeta felt the pang of guilt tug at him. Vegeta wanted to make sure that his son was okay but instead stood over him and grabbed him by the jaw to make sure Mirai was listening. "I'm done," he said, "I've tried to be nice, I've tried to be patient with you, I want you back home by next week. If you are still here you better stay really scarce. I don't want to see you again until you plan on finally getting the hell out of my fucking house. I should not have hit you, I am sorry for that, but honestly, I can't think of any other way to get your attention. When you are ready to talk like a civil individual let me know and I will sit down and talk to me, but until then stay the hell out of my sight."

With that Vegeta turned and left, leaving Mirai to himself. Mirai was hurt, drunk, and was starting to feel a little sick. He decided to curl up under his blanket and sleep.

…………………….

Sleep. He had done that for three days now. Refusing to leave the room, refusing to eat, refusing to feed, he even went so far as the shut out the voices in his head. He was completely and utterly alone. His mother and Trunks where the only ones who passed in and out of the room to give him food and take down the food from the last meal he refused to leave. He didn't even look at the door. Just lay on his side with his back to the door.

Finally on the third day he was starting to feel the misery really settle in. He was all alone locked up in his room refusing to even look at visitors much less talk to them unless he told them to leave. Vegeta was not doing quite so well himself.

He felt guilty. He had struck his son violently not once but twice in one night. To be fair he did put up with a lot of mental abuse from his son, all it took was that one personal note for him to snap. But still, he had never hated himself so much before. He was drunk, he probably forgot what happened the night before. No, he didn't forget, if he forgot he would not be hiding up in that room all the time. Finally it was Vegeta who broke.

He stopped in the middle of training and changed into different cloths. He walked up the stairs and stood in front of the door he had avoided for three days. He lay his head against it and finally swallowed his pride and walked in closing the door behind him silently. He didn't want Bulma or Trunks knowing he was up there, this was something he needed to do without all the questions and the 8 year old listening in at the door. He walked over to the bed and turned the desk chair around to face his son. He sat in it and set his feet up on the foot of the bed and waited.

He sat and looked at his son never flinching or changing his gaze. This made Mirai extremely uncomfortable. He tried to ignore it at first in hopes that the older saiyan would just give up and leave but eventually he was starting to get really uneasy. Soon he could no longer ignore the heavy gaze on him. He hated that gaze; it was like Vegeta was scanning his brain. Mirai finally turned over to look back at his father. Vegeta's blank stare never changed.

Mirai stared back in silence waiting for Vegeta to say something. The air was thick around him and he felt that his blanket was getting a little heavy on him. That stare always made him nervous and unsure of what to expect. His father was dangerously unpredictable.

"I'm only going to say this once," said Vegeta hoarsely. Mirai was completely caught off guard and would have fell over if he were not already lying down. Mirai got up on his elbows and eyed his father.

"What," he asked.

"I'm sorry. I should not have hit you and I think it is my fault that you where on a drinking binge last night. I'm sorry I wrote on your face after making you try and get that snake. I'm sorry I didn't keep you from making an ass of yourself at the wedding. You don't have to leave by the end of the week. I said that because I was pissed off and couldn't take anymore from you. For your mothers sake at least, come down stairs."

Mirai was not sure what to say. He wasn't expecting this. Maybe a simple meaningless sorry just to get Mirai out of bed, maybe, but that? A full sorry and explanation? He was floored by it. Wait a minute, the wedding night?

"I-I'm sorry but-"

"No," said Vegeta shaking his head, "stop, just accept my apology and come downstairs."

"No, dad, what-"

"Christ! Mirai when does it end with you! I just did the one thing I never do and apologized to you and you are going to sit there and question me! It's like the grudge that will never go away! Why can't you just for once forgive me for something stupid that I did! Is that really so much to ask!?"

"DAD! Sorry to interrupt your rant but what are you talking about? What happened at the wedding?"

"You don't remember?"

"I remember drinking but other then that it's seriously all a blur." Vegeta slouched his posture. He seriously forgot?

"Wait, why are you hiding away in here then," he asked.

"Well I had a hangover two days ago, yesterday I was still sleeping it off, and today I was going to think about getting out of bed but then decided against it. Now tell me what happened at the wedding." Vegeta looked at him in amazement, he was so shitfaced he had no idea what was going on! Then something struck Vegeta like a tone of bricks, there was no way in hell he was going to be the one to explain what happened last night! He did the only thing any man would and should do!

"Go ask your mother," he said getting up to leave.

………………

Bulma was surprised Mirai had asked. She didn't really want to be the one to explain the wedding disaster. "Go ask your father," she said returning to work.

"I did," he said, "he told me to ask you." Bulma shook her head. She pulled up the internet on her computer and put up youtube and showed Mirai the entire fiasco, Mirai was a bit angry when he saw the pictures people took of him. What really got to him was the drunk videos posted after words. When his speech from the reception came up he covered his mouth in absolute horror of what he had said. That was so unlike him he couldn't believe it was him talking.

"Mom," he said in shock, "I need to fix this! I need to fix this before I leave!"

"I think you need to fix something other then Gohan and Videls friendship with you." Mirai looked at her confused. She then pointed at the screen and Mirai watched as he publicly humiliated his own father. No wonder he knocked Mirai twice. Mirai slowly sat down feeling guilt swell up inside of him.

He had to fix this. Everything was wrong, he couldn't leave with this being the last memory they had of him, certainly with his father. He jumped up from the computer bound and determined to fix this. He ran down the hall to the gravity room. By the time he reached it he knocked on the GR door.

It popped open and Vegeta turned to look at Mirai. Mirai came in. His hands rested on his knees as he attempted to catch his breath, CC was rather large and with all the people he had to shove out of the way to get threw he was a bit exausted.

"Dad," he said between breaths, "I'm….sorry…I didn't….mean what I said…I was drunk. I am so sorry." Vegeta only eyed his son.

"Trunks," he said. It was stern and serious. Mirai was almost to afraid to not listen. "You embarristed and humiliated me, you got drunk at a reception you where nto suppose to be drinking at in the first place. You used me to entertain a bunch of morons you don't even know. Then you try to start a fight with me and back talk me. You pushed almost every button there is on me to push and you shoved me over a limit I didn't know I even had."

"Well to be totally fair you drew on my face and didn't tell me,' said Mirai trying to make himself not look totally bad.

"Shut up," said Vegeta, "I am not finished. When I finally gave you a fight you threatened me with police and insulted me further. I did come and say I was sorry for hitting you but if you ask me I say you had it coming."

"Yes I know-"

"If I have to tell you one more time to shut up!" Mirai felt silent. Vegeta made sure he was paying attention before he continued. "I don't ever want to catch you acting that way every again do you understand me?"

"Yes sir," said Mirai almost immediately.

"You are going to be here in this gravity room 7am every morning until I have decided you have learned to do what I say when I say it. You are not to drink while you are hear and you will apologize to those people you insulted on that stage three nights ago."

"Okay," said Mirai, "but I'm leaving man."

"Oh no your not, you aren't leaving this time line until I say you can go. You don't just decided to up and leave just because you feel like it. You leave when I let you leave!"

"I can live with that for a short while." Vegeta just stared at Mirai for a moment.

"So why are you still here? Go apologize to all those people." Mirai looked around a bit.

"What, right now?"

"Yes," said Vegeta annoyed. Mirai turned and left. Vegeta watched him go then shook his head, the things he would do to keep the peace around here.