***Chapter 1***

Taking a deep breath, Trunks walked into the boardroom. He was positive the outcome of this merger would go in Capsule Corp's favor, as has been the case for the past year since he had been at its reigns. He stopped, only for a moment, to remember that almost 4 years ago, he had landed back into this timeline, this new life that would become his. He took a seat next to his mother; in this world, feeling his heart slightly pinching at the thought of his own mother. She had been gone almost 5 years. It felt like an eternity ago but the pain still hurt like it happened yesterday.

Bulma looked up and met her son's eyes. Her.. older son's eyes. Just as blue as the rowdy teenager she had raised herself. It was still a little strange having both Trunks in their everyday life. Sure Mirai had visited a few times prior, but this time he had stayed. The reasons behind that decision were still a little unclear. She knew her future self had perished at the hands of the enemy, but last time her future son had visited he was accompanied by a girl, a woman, who he seemed fond of. Yet when his time capsule had landed for the last time on their home's front lawn, Trunks had been alone. It had taken him quite some time, months, before speaking of what had happened. She did not question his reasons or intentions for coming back here. She had simply been happy to see him. Vegeta on the other hand hadn't been so subtle about his surprise. King of all Saiyans by title… King of all Assholes by behavior… Ugh! She remembered clearly the pain and sadness in her son's eyes when his father had questioned him about his definite return.

She snapped back to reality when the man sitting across the big wood table cleared his throat. ''Mr Briefs, we are thrilled with the terms of this contract. We are certain the Capsule Corporation family, your sister and yourself, will take good care of our employees.'' Her brother… they had to figure out a way to justify a new Briefs family member popping out of thin air. One with the same name and an eerie resemblance to her own teenage son. Taking a quick look at the lavender haired man sitting next to her, Bulma plastered on her best smile. One she had perfected throughout the years. Her professional smile. Trunks' face, which had remained serious so far, quickly followed suit with that same fake smile as he rose to shake their new partner's hand. Their corporate lawyers had done a great job yet again with a clad proof contract. Since Trunks had become CEO almost a year ago, the company had acquired two of their biggest competitors and a handful of their own suppliers making most production, now, in house. He had gladly accepted the challenge, giving him something to focus on other than his emotions and it allowed Bulma to focus on her new baby… a sister to his younger self.

Once all the paperwork was signed and hands shaken, the blue haired businesswoman turned to her CEO. '' Let's go home and celebrate! It's Saturday, we deserve an early leave!''

''You go ahead. I have a few things to take care of here and then I'll follow.''

''Trunks… you've been working yourself to the ground… when you don't pull 18 hour days here at the office, you work for 12 and train the other 6 with your father..''

''Mother, please… don't worry about me. I'm fine. I need this. Besides, I am not always working or training, you know I go out from time to time'' he added quickly before she had time to interrupt him.

''Yeah, going out.. with those groupies. About this… Trunks, I know you're almost 30 years old…''

She started while looking at the ground, unable to look the young man in the eyes. ''But I'm a little surprised about this.. side of you?'' She continued while slowly lifting her gaze. ''I never thought you'd be the hmm player type.

''Mother, please! I'm not playing anyone. Everyone knows what to expect, you must believe me. I just need'' he paused for a moment. ''..the distraction from time to time.'' Was it that though? A distraction? The basic need of a 30 year old bachelor? The entertainment? It was surely not for the deeper meaning of it. He did not care about any of the girls he had dated or been seeing so far. Gohan had told him once he thought it was probably his way of feeling something, anything at all. If he wasn't doing that then he was working or getting the shit beaten out of him by Vegeta. Perhaps his friend was on to something… He quickly pushed that thought out of his head.

''Why not find a permanent distraction then? Is this about Mai?''

At the sound of the name, Trunks' eyes met his mother's dead on. Why would she say this?

''This has nothing to do with her. Leave her in the past where she belongs.'' He almost spat the words out.

Hearing this, Bulma's eyes saddened looking at her son from the future. ''What happened in that other timeline? What has she done to you?''

''Not today Mother.'' he warned in a stern, almost rude tone. ''Please, go home to Bulla and Trunks.. they will be happy to see you.'' Even his father would appreciate the extra time spent as a family, though he would never admit to it. Family. They had done everything to make him feel part of their family but was he really? Would he ever feel like he belonged here? Anywhere?

Bulma shook her head once with a sigh, kissed him on the cheek and turned to walk out. She knew better than to push this conversation further. ''I'm here when you are ready to talk, son.'' With this, she stepped out and closed the door behind her.

The lavender haired demi-saiyan made his way to his own office, taking off his suit jacket and tie and throwing them on the couch that decorated his immaculate corner workspace. He didn't bother making it to his desk, he plumped himself down on the leather sofa, undoing the first few buttons on his dress shirt and rolling up his sleeves. He groaned at the thought of the conversation he would eventually have to face. Bulma, in any timeline it seemed, was quite stubborn and he was certain she would not let this go any longer. He slowly passed his hands through his ear length hair, remembering briefly how she had been so happy when he finally let her cut it a few weeks after his arrival. They had been the same length as when he had emerged from the Hyperbolic Time Chamber on his last visit alone. The moment that had changed all his fate and reality. After dying at the hands of Cell, he had been brought back to life and with all his new training and strength he had made his way back… home.. A place that felt as such only because of his mother, he realized. Mai had been there too. Mai. How could he still feel something, anything at all, for someone who had left him so easily?

Pushing the thought away as fast as it had made its way into his mind, Trunks got up and made his way to the pile of documents sitting on his desk. That would keep him occupied at least until the late hours of the night. Right before plunging his whole being into work, he pulled his phone out and typed a message.

Making her way into the family room, Bulma's eyes quickly landed on her husband. She realized he was sitting on the floor with Bulla. The sight made her smile. ''Don't. Woman.'' He barked.

''Don't what? I haven't done anything…'' Yet she added mentally. The blue haired heiress sighed at her husband's temper. ''It's ok, Vegeta, you know, for a father to enjoy his time with his children from time to time. It doesn't make you weak!'' She added while rolling her eyes at her love's back. She quickly walked to where he was seated and bent down to pick up her baby. Their baby. Their second.. baby.. How far had they come? She smiled at the thought. ''Where's Trunks?''

''Mirai was with you, and the younger brat is with Kakarot's spawn.'' Vegeta took this as his cue to jump to his feet and make his way to his favorite place, the Gravity Room.

Hmph so much for some quality family time. ''It's just us girls eh cutie pie?'' She said as she nuzzled her blue haired bundle now tucking at her hair.

Their girl time did not last very long.

Vegeta suddenly emerged from his training grounds just as Goku, Broly, Gohan and Piccolo appeared out of thin air. Within a few minutes, Trunks, both of them, and Goten landed on the Capsule Corp living quarters' lawn.

''Did you feel it too?''

''Yes Kakarot! Clearly we all felt it too, you idiot!'' Snapped Vegeta. ''Frieza.''

At the sound of that name, Bulma's face paled. Why was he here? Why now? It had been some time they hadn't heard any news, let alone, seen the self-proclaimed emperor. Was he back for Broly?

No other words were needed. The fighters all took off in the direction of the immense Ki source.

''Well well well! A welcome committee of Monkeys just for me?'' Sneered Frieza upon landing and noticing the group of fighters.

''Why are you here, Frieza? When Whis granted your life back, it was agreed you'd stir clear of Universe 7.'' Piccolo's voice echoed on the surrounding mountains.

''I never agreed to such a thing. You just assumed I would keep my word… again.. you Monkeys never learn?'' The alien's eyes landed on Mirai Trunks and then on Trunks causing a slight look of panic to shadow his face. He hadn't forgotten the brat who had cut him up into pieces once upon a time. ''You pests keep multiplying one way or another… charming. You have something I want.''

''Broly isn't going anywhere with you.'' Snapped Gohan. They could all feel Broly's Ki rising at an alarming speed. Soon he would not be able to control it anymore. He had come a long way since they first met him but his self-control was still not perfect and he lost his temper more often then he, and the rest, would like. ''Broly! No. Focus please.''

Frieza's shrieky laugh echoed louder than his previous words. ''I have no more use for Broly.''

Trying to hide his surprise, Goku broke the silence. '' So what is it that you want, Frieza?''

''Tch. Kakarot, there's no use talking.'' With this Vegeta launched himself towards the small army that had gathered around their enemy. Broly didn't need more to be pushed over the edge, losing his complete control and turning into the fighting machine he was known for.

Mirai followed almost simultaneously. That was exactly what he needed, to pound on some aliens until none of them were left standing. Piccolo, Gohan and the two younger demi-Saiyans followed, leaving Goku behind. ''Hey! That's not fair you guys! Leave me some fun! It's been so long we have had the chance to fight!''

Gohan suddenly dropped to the ground. ''Gohan! Are you hurt?'' He heard Piccolo call from above.

Something wasn't adding up. This fight… it felt too… orchestrated? Frieza had slipped out the first chance he got and his soldiers were evidently not his higher ranked fighters. What was going on?

Just as the last soldier vanished in a blast of Ki, Gohan's eyes widened. ''It's a trap! A diversion!'' Hearing this the fighters all landed next to the oldest demi-saiyan. ''WHAT? What are you saying?''

''Vegeta, think about it, those were clearly not Frieza's best. Why would he even bother sending these soldiers in the first place if there was something he really wanted right here?''

At this thought, they all made a quick sweep to find their family's Ki to make sure everyone was ok.

Suddenly Vegeta's face paled, the color only accentuated by his ebony eyes and hair. ''Bulma.'' He breathed almost silently.

''What about mom? Why would Frieza go after Mom? Dad?''

The teenage demi-Saiyan stared after his dad as he took off towards their home. ''Mirai? Did something happen to mom or Bulla? I don't feel anything different…'' Younger Saiyans were able to sense Ki but their level of detail of said Ki was not as developed yet.

''Mother and Bulla are unharmed, but something is off with Mother. She seems all worked up.'' The older self replied turning to Goku ''Can you get us home please?''

The group arrived within moments to realize Vegeta had made it already. How fast did the man fly in his panic?

He was trying to understand what his wife was going on about. ''They checked the rooms first.. before the lab… it means they were probably looking for someone not something… but if not Broly? Not Bulla or me for sure as we were right here…''

''Woman! Calm down and talk to me. What happened?'' His voice came out as a bark. An order. Old habits die hard especially when mixed with emotion.

''Bulma… are you ok? Did anyone hurt you?'' Goku's soft voice seemed to snap the blue haired woman back to the present.

''No. We're all fine. I didn't even see them. I was in the basement looking for some files when I heard a faint noise. I went upstairs but there was no one. I went straight to the security room and bolted myself in with Bulla. That's when I saw them on the security cameras. 4 maybe 5… men? Things? Aliens? Going through every inch of the house. They were looking for something… I could tell. What could they have been looking for?''

''The Dragonball radar?'' Offered Goten.

''No, it is still on my desk in my lab. They saw it but didn't take it.'' This whole event was getting weirder by the second.

''Are you sure they left without taking anything?''

''Yes Trunks… Older Trunks..'' she added as both lavender haired half-Saiyans turned to her at the sound of their name. They really needed to figure out a way to beckon each one separately. She just wasn't sure how her eldest child felt about being referred to as Mirai.

''This doesn't make any sense. Frieza said he has no use for Broly anymore!'' Said Goku scratching the back of his neck as he noticed Broly's insulted expression at the thought of having lost his value.

''If Frieza has no use for Broly, it can only mean, he knows of a bigger or better weapon.'' Offered Vegeta, his head down deep in thought.

At the sound of sharp intakes of breath, the King lifted his head and looked directly to Piccolo. ''Any idea?''

''Not the slightest, I'll head to the Lookout. See if Dende and Mr Popo have anything that could help us.''

Realizing the time, Goku and Goten jumped. ''Ugh ChiChi is going to be so mad Goten! We should hurry home!''. Without further ado, Goku brought two fingers to his forehead and both Son's vanished instantly.

Right before taking off to go home to Videl and Pan, Gohan paused looking at Mirai. ''Hmm..'' He waited for the rest of the Briefs family to make their way inside their residence.

''Hmm what? You're not usually the type to search for your words Gohan. What's eating at you?''

''Oh nothing.. You should come by for supper soon. Videl and Pan would love to see you. It's been a while.''

Eyeing his best friend, Trunks smirked, perfectly aware that was not what Gohan wanted to say. ''Sure, we'll plan it soon.''

With this, Gohan took off leaving Trunks alone under the night sky. Night sky?! Shit what time is it? Pulling his phone out, surprised it wasn't completely shattered after the fight, he turned the screen on to look at the time. 11:39pm. Well shit! 35 notifications, 5 missed calls. Without even unlocking the device he already knew who they were all from. He scrolled down straight to the last message.

What the fuck! You message me and you don't show up? Low blow Trunks! I bet you're with another one of your side pieces!

At the sight of this assumption, Trunks snorted slightly. If only she knew. But none of them knew. They couldn't. They wouldn't handle the truth. His reality. But he also never felt the need to explain or for any of them to understand. It didn't really matter to him. Wow.. when had he become such an asshole? Mai knew and clearly it had made no difference in the outcome. Maybe his mom and Gohan weren't so wrong after all? He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to get some focus back, he inhaled before typing at his screen.

Got caught up. My bad. Not another woman I promise!

When did he become so good at lying? Well technically he wasn't lying… there was no other woman, tonight anyway, and he did get caught up with something. Wink emoji? He snarled slightly at his own arrogance before turning on his heels and heading in for the night. No point flying to his own place tonight.