Author's Note:

To avoid confusion,

GT Trunks will now be referred to as Trunks

Mirai Trunks will be referred to as Mirai

Chapter 2: You and I Collide

Mirai sat on the edge of a small cliff in the wilderness, far away from the commotion he was plunged into. The past 48 hours had been an extreme information overload.

He was in current time, but in a different dimension, in a world where the Androids were defeated before they destroyed anything. Trying to wrap his mind around it was too difficult, and his headache grew worse.

Looking toward the sun, he sat in quiet contemplation, resting his arm on his bent knee.

So, his other self, Trunks, became the President of Capsule Corp. and the girl he was with, Pan, was the daughter of Gohan and Videl.

No wonder I recognized her eyes, the eyes of my mentor, Gohan. So much is different in this world. My father is still alive, Goku had another son close to my age, and…I have a little sister?

He closed his eyes in confusion. This is not the world he wanted to return to. It was too complicated. He didn't feel the happiness he was hoping for. His mind began to recall the events of the last two days:

Trunks and Pan decided to take Mirai to see Bulma, hoping that she would be able to figure out what to do with the situation. They also realized that he probably wanted to see everyone, so on their way to the house, they gave him a brief overview on their lives.

Pan never stopped looking at Mirai in absolute amazement. He looked exactly like Trunks, but his mannerisms and attitude were much different. His eyes held much more sadness, which made their color a deeper blue, and he was very quiet and chivalrous. She couldn't help but be attracted to him.

Trunks felt a bit jealous of his 'future' self. The feeling was mutual.

Trunks walked into the door of the house, and called out, "I'm home! Pan's here too, along with…a guest." He eyed Mirai in an annoyed fashion, as if he was an unwanted intruder in his home.

Mirai waited patiently, his stomach in complete knots. Why was he so nervous? Even if this was his own home, he felt…out of place.

His ears perked up when he heard a familiar voice calling from upstairs, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

"Trunks? Why are here so early? I thought you had to work late. Dinner won't be ready till later. Who's your guest? Wait nevermind, I will be down in a minute."

Mirai felt his nose beginning to burn from the feeling of oncoming tears. He hadn't heard that voice in…

Footsteps could be heard walking down the stairs, and his heart thumped in his chest, he was sure that it was audible to the people standing next to him. The figure emerged slowly. It was her…even if she did look different than he remembered…it was her.

He whispered to himself, "M...mother…"

Her hair was shorter, her outfit was more…motherly, but her eyes were the same energetic eyes. She spoke, "Who's here Trunks? You haven't brought a guest in here since—"

She froze in her steps as her eyes locked with her future timeline son. She brought her hand to her chest, clenched the fabric of her blouse, and whispered, "Mirai Trunks? Wha-why?"

Her eyes glazed over from tears, and color appeared in her cheeks. Her red lips began to tremble and pucker up in a pout. Then in a sudden shriek she said, "My baby!" and ran in his arms, and cried in his chest. Mirai was surprised at her sudden outburst, and placed his arms around her gently.

"Hello mother. I came to visit. I hope that is alright."

She looked up at him with tears streaming down her face, wailing overdramatically, "Of course it is okay! You are always welcome into your own home!"

She stepped back and looked at him up and down, "My have you grown up! Such a man now! I am so proud." And she began to cry loudly once more.

Bulma wiped her eyes with her arm and said, "Oh I have so much to do, I need to set up your bed, and get you some food. How are you? Are you okay? Do you need anything? Did anything happen? Oh! I need to go prepare."

She then trotted off, still mumbling to herself about preparations. Another voice was heard from down a hallway, "Mom? What's going on out here? Who's here?" A female figure stepped out from the hallway and paused.

One hand was placed firmly on her hip and the other was wiping a strand of her blue hair from her shoulder.

Mirai stood in shock at the girl before him. She looked just like his mother, but younger! Her eyes were a bit different, possibly a hint of…it couldn't be! Was it Vegeta in her features?

When she looked at him, she was just as shocked as he was. "Wha...who...WHAT?! "

She pointed at him and her hand began to tremble. She looked back and forth from Trunks to Mirai in utter confusion.

"I-I have a-another brother!?" With that her eyes rolled back into her skull and she collapsed on the floor.

Pan rushed to her side and held Bra's head in her hands as she fanned her face. "Bra? Bra? Are you okay?"

"The girl's alright! Leave her alone!" a loud voice boomed from their left. "It was a mere faint. She's survived worse."

The looming figure that stood in their midst was none other than his father, Vegeta.

Mirai and Trunks said in unison, "Father!"

Mirai stood aghast, not knowing what to say. Things were always uncomfortable around him. Vegeta stayed silent and walked toward him with his hands in his pockets. He wore remarkably well-ironed khaki pants, with a tight black tank top, and gloves around his hands. His scowl never changed as he slowly moved closer to his sons.

Trunks seemed just as apprehensive about Vegeta as Mirai. Vegeta turned to Mirai, "I felt your ki when you arrived. Have you been behind on training? We will spar later to see how strong you really are. And you," he looked at Trunks, "I know you've been lacking training, and you reek of ...that Kakarat spawn," eyeing Pan warily, "Take a shower."

With that he sauntered off, with Trunks grinding his teeth at his father's statement.

Mirai thought to himself, I guess that was his way of saying hello.

After that encounter, everything was explained to Mirai by Bulma. The others barely said anything to him, but stared in either confusion, jealousy, or disgust, none of which helped his situation. He tried to explain why he was there, but it still didn't make any sense to them, except possibly for Bulma.

Mirai shook the memories from his head as his mind came back to the present. There he sat, on the edge of a cliff, looking at the now setting sun.

Why do I feel lonelier than before?

It was great seeing his mother, but…no one really gave him the warm welcome that he was hoping for. Was that really the reason why he came? He didn't even know anymore. All he knew was that he was still alone, and there was no way to return to his own time. It would take months to rebuild another machine, and he wasn't sure that it was a good idea anymore. That thing breeds trouble.

Sighing, he sat up, brushed the dirt from his pants and turned toward the buildings in the distance.

"Well, I guess I will just have to make the best of it because I'm pretty much stuck here for some time."

He was just about ready to fly off toward his new "home" when he felt something strange above him.

Pressure began to increase around him. His knees shook from the intensity of it.

The atmosphere above him swirled, the waves palpable. He stared at this mirage-like force as it began to materialize. The pressure pushed him down to his knees. He was motionless staring up at this spectacle.

The crackle of lightning and the booming force of thunder shook from the source of the swirl. Wind whipped around him as the center of the swirl began to open into a dark void. He body was tethered to ground and he was barely able to keep himself upright. His vision was blurred by the wind, light, and force. He heard a distant sound, not piercing, but present. A soft scream.

Then with the sudden fierceness of a cannon shot, something slammed into his chest, and he felt his head smack against the ground. The blackness enveloped him.

….

….

His eyes fluttered open, but he no longer saw a sunlit sky. Instead he saw darkness like a shadow of death, a darkness that brought back memories of the androids. He shot up and frantically looked about, "W-where…?"

The air was stale and thick, and reeked of blood and war. On the ground around him were piles upon piles of rubble and soot. He trembled, "It can't be….it can't be…" The sight looked similar to the destruction of the city when the androids came, but deep down he knew that this was a different place. This was not one of his memories. It was not even the same planet, for there were two red moons illuminating the sky. He got up and began to walk around, but it was eerily silent. Nothing moved; there was no life.

This must be a nightmare.

But the atmosphere felt too consuming to be fabricated. He could feel the sting of pain in his head and back. No, this had to be real.

Then he heard a soft crying sound. He called out, "Hello? Is anyone there?" No response. The crying continued, and he moved closer to the sound, and continued to call out, "Hello?"

A short distance away he saw among the rubble of destruction, two figures. One figure was an elderly man who was lying in the arms of a young woman, his body limp. She was looking down at his face, weeping.

Mirai rushed over to them and said, "What happened, do you need any help?" But there was no response. He placed his hand on her shoulder, but his hand passed right through her as if he was a ghost.

He looked at his hand in surprise, "Huh? What's going on?" He tried speaking to them again, but they acted as if nothing was there. He could not be seen, heard, or touched. All he could do was watch.

That's strange. Yes, this must be a dream…but why does it feel so real? How do I get out?

But his mind reeled him back to the crying woman. He was drawn to the scene. He continued to watch the two people before him. They were not human even though they looked similar to humans. Their ears went to a point, their skin was tan and bore elaborate white tattoos, and they had a tail the same color as their hair. The young woman had very long dark sapphire hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. Her clothes looked like clothes they had once been elegantly beautiful, but now were torn with caked-on dirt and sweat. He could see gashes along her skin, and smelt the scent of blood on her clothes. He felt the urge to rush to her and take her in his arms. He felt a desire to protect this woman from whatever caused this destruction around her. But he was helpless.

His heart wrenched from his lack of usefulness. What can I do?

The woman began to tremble and spoke in desperate whispers to the man in her arms, "Amyntas, please, Amyntas."

Mirai clenched his fists. Her beautiful, lyrical voice cut him to the core, and he wished to erase the sorrow that distorted it.

The old man's body started to move, but only slightly, and his eyes opened a little. He spoke to her in a raspy voice, "Please Princess…don't cry. Remember what I used to tell you when you cried as a little girl? Tears do not make a strong leader." He coughed and forced a smile, but it was obvious that he was in extreme pain.

She spoke again, her voice a little stronger, "Amyntas, you're going to live, just give me some time and I will find someone who can help."

He pulled at her arm, "Don't Princess. You and I both know that there is no one left. Chalastis has destroyed everything of our planet, except the most important thing…you. We thought we could hold him off, but his army was too strong. Our only hope is to get you away from here. You are the one he is after."

Mirai could feel his Saiyan blood begin to boil at the thought of any being wishing to harm her.

Her tears never ceased, but she grew angrier, "Why? Why am I so important? Why is it that I'm the only one with this power? I don't even know how to use it. Why am I so useless? I wish I was never born with this."

Mirai did not know how much more he could take of this vision. He saw himself in her eyes, in her tears. He had once been where she stood…feeling hopeless as all that you know came crumbling down around you. Feeling the guilt, the anger.

From the horizon, they heard the sound of large 'booms' and light began to flicker in the distance.

The old man said, "Hurry Princess, you must leave here, for he draws near. I will send you to a place far from his reach. There you will be safe, and you can learn how to use your power. Use it for good."

She trembled in anger, "If I learn to use my powers, it will be to destroy him."

The man's breathing became hoarse, "No my Princess. Do not be consumed with anger or revenge. It only brings sadness and emptiness."

She looked at the dying man's face, "But what about you? What about our planet?"

The old man smiled, "It's too late for me now, and even if he finds you, he will not be content until everything is destroyed. The last hope of our race lies in you. I've watched you grow and guarded you with my whole being. It is only fitting for me to give my life for you now." He shakily lifted up his finger to point at her forehead and began to chant. His chanting revealed a bright glowing red symbol, and Mirai shielded his eyes from the brightness.

She tried to move, but was frozen in his chant, all she could do was yell, "No! You can't do this. It's forbidden! It goes against our laws, our code! No one has ever been allowed to learn this. You can't use this! It will kill you! You can't! You're all I have left! I….I forbid you to do it!"

The old man continued to chant, and all of a sudden a large portal appeared behind them. Her tears began to fall and she tried to yell over the loudness of the black hole behind her, pulling her in against her will, "Amyntas! Don't leave me!"

Mirai could feel the loneliness he had kept hidden within himself resurface tenfold as his mind yelled with her.

Don't leave me…Gohan…Father…Mother…Don't leave me alone….no…no…NO!

Her fingers gripped helplessly to his hand as the rest of her body was thrust into the void. She desperately called out, "Stop I tell you! Don't leave me alone! Amyntas! AmyntaaaaaAAS!"

Don't leave me alone! Gohan! GohaaaaaaAAAAAAAN!

…

…

Mirai's vision faded and he jolted back to the present. He looked around him and found he was back on the cliff where he first started, back on Earth. There was no portal any longer, and the atmosphere was as still as the breeze.

What did I just see? Was it all just a dream? Where did she go? The Princess? What happened?

He suddenly realized that something heavy lay on top of him. It was something soft, and warm. He looked down and saw a woman lying unconscious. He sat up and lifted her in his arms. When he looked at her face, he realized that it was the same woman from his vision, here in the flesh.

How…?

He shook her to get her to wake up.

She grimaced and her eyes fluttered open. She looked around, a bit dazed and confused.

"You okay?" he asked quietly.

She looked up at his face, and his heart almost stopped where he stood. He never saw such beautiful eyes. Her eyes were as deep a blue as the mysterious sea. A mystery he wished to know. He shuddered at the power behind her gaze as if she reached into the depths of his soul, and knew him. Knew his life, knew his pain. She remained still and a tear fell down her already tear-soaked cheek. He felt the strong urge to caress her cheek and wipe the tear. Damn the being to ever hurt her!

If his vision was true…then she…was…just like him….

In his vision, Mirai had wanted so desperately to hold her, and now she was here in his arms. He broke his hold on her and placed her down on the floor. He noticed that she was bleeding in many places and her body was weak and bruised. He ripped at pieces of his clothes to bind up her wounds. As he was mending her, she placed her hand on the side of his face. His body tensed at the feel of her soft skin against his. The warmth from the touch frightened him, but he couldn't get enough. He turned from her, releasing her hold on him. His mind concentrating again on her wounds. Her arm then hung limply at her side, and her eyes closed. His heart dropped to his stomach. He felt her wrist for a pulse, it was weak, but there.

She must have fainted. I need to get her home for some treatment.

Mirai picked her up in his arms, her body falling limp against his chest.

He decided to take her to Bulma where she would get the attention she needed. He noticed that her ki was diminishing fast and he needed to act quickly in order to save her. With that, he flew off toward the house looking down at the woman who crashed into his life.

He felt a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time.

He felt needed.

End Chapter 2

Amyntas = meaning protector

Chalastis = literally - Destroyer