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Enough Time	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Enough Time

by Sefiru

Pairings: none yet, Mirai x OC
eventually, references to Kakarott x Vegeta

Warnings: R � language, violence, character deaths. Somewhat AU.

Disclaimer: I don�t own Dragonball,
but Mirai ownz at everything.

What, just one review? T_T��
Thanks, pun_xy, I needed that.

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This chapter: Mirai�s first visit
to the main timeline. You might want to have some tissues handy ^_~

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Prologue 2

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�� Trunks knew as
soon as the time machine landed that he�d gotten something wrong. He could
sense a multitude of healthy ki signatures, but only
one from a Saiyan, and it wasn�t Kakarott. Father? The star
tracker confirmed it; he�d arrived three years too early � in fact, unless he
was mistaken, he was just in time for Frieza�s return
to Earth.

�� I should just jump ahead three years.
But if he went to them now, he could give them a warning. Give them a chance to
prepare. But I don�t want to interfere
too much. I might erase my own existence by mistake. On the other hand �
the more warning the Z fighters got, the better they�d be able to fight the
androids. The fate of the planet won. If
I just keep my mouth shut about my parents, that
should prevent that problem. He climbed out of the time machine and collapsed
it, then settled his sword on his back before taking off.

�� What did he know
about this point in time? Kakarott was still pretending to be Goku, and Vegeta still hated his guts. Gohan
was about twelve years old. Everyone he�d heard stories about was still alive,
and he didn�t dare let a hint slip that he knew of them. The less I say, the less I screw up. Ki
signatures danced around him, acting out the events that he�d heard told so
often. Frieza and King Cold appeared; the Z fighters
raced to meet them. But something was wrong. Vegeta was supposed to ascend as
soon as he came face to face with the icejins.

�� Had the timeline
changed already? Just from his presence? But � if his father didn�t ascend, the
icejins would kill them all. I can�t let that happen. He flew at top speed to the battlefield
and walked in just as Frieza ordered his henchmen to
slaughter the humans. For a moment the scene spread out around him like a
tableau, but then the first of the soldiers reached him and there was no more
time for thought. He cut down all the minions in seconds and then turned on Frieza. Going gold and a fire blast distracted the lizard
nicely, and in less than a minute he was in little pieces on the ground. They�d
need to call in a hazmat team for that, probably. King Cold wanted to see his
sword. Probably thought he could use it against him. Trunks didn�t want to do
it. Let filth like that touch the sword that Gohan
had made for him with his own hands? But it would be the perfect misdirection.
He handed it over, was ready when the attack came; another fire blast and the icejin was properly punished. He powered down, wiped off
his sword and returned it to his sheath.

�� Everyone was
staring at him. Well, that was no surprise; a Super Saiyan,
but he didn�t look Saiyan, no tail, flat purple hair.
And he was wearing Earth-style clothes including a Capsule Corp jacket. He
locked eyes with his father (his father!) for a long moment, two Saiyan warriors taking each other�s measure. �Who are you
and what are you doing here?� Vegeta growled.

�� I�m here to see
Kakarott.� Vegeta�s gaze sharpened at his use of the Saiyan
name, but Krillin jumped in first.

�� You know Goku?�

�� Heard of him. Never met him.�
Technically that was true; he�d never seen Kakarott�s
alter ego.

�� He�s not here
right now,� a very young-looking Gohan put in.

�� He won�t be
long. We should go and meet him.� He knew the exact place. Kakarott used to
take him there when he was feeling nostalgic; if he recalled correctly, they
had about three hours before the other Saiyan
returned to Earth. The Z fighters followed him, mystified. He could feel his
father�s gaze boring into his back, and it was all he could do not to stare
over his shoulder at him. Vegeta was exactly as he had imagined he would be:
fierce and hard, scornful of anything he thought was weakness. A match for Kakarott. Naturally.

�� They settled in
to wait. The Z fighters pelted him with questions, but he only offered them
drinks from his capsules. And he couldn�t help studying his father, to as
predictable reaction (�What are you looking at?� �Sorry.�). His timing was
perfect. Three hours after they landed on the grassy knoll, Kakarott � Goku � materialized in front of them. He looked around with
a wide-eyed grin. �Oh, hi guys. Who�s that?�

�� Trunks barely
kept from showing his astonishment. Goku was just so
different. He knew that Kakarott was in there somewhere, but he could see no
sign of it. It was hard to believe they were the same person.

�� Vegeta spoke. �All
he said was that he wants to talk to you. That, and he
just finished off Frieza after he came back to life
on us.�

�� What? Frieza was here? And I missed him?�

�� By about three
hours.� Now Trunks felt disoriented. That was the same exchange, word for word,
that had taken place in his history. Time travel would do that to you. Vegeta
continued, �and he�s a Super Saiyan
too.�

�� Is he now.� Both elder Saiyans gave him
a curious and less-than-friendly stare. United against a
common threat, however much they disliked each other. Were they aware
they were already acting like family?

�� Of course not. And he�d better say something before he felt
the edge of their cooperation. �I�ve come with a warning for you all. A great
danger is approaching the Earth and it�s much worse than Frieza.
The good news is that you have three years to get ready.�

�� How do you know
that?� Krillin demanded.

�� How did I know
when he was going to show up, dumbass? Oh yeah,
Kakarott, I need to talk to you alone for a moment.�

�� Sure.� Kakarott
� Goku � gave him a sunny smile. Vegeta snorted,
probably thinking what a na�ve fool he was. But Trunks could guess what was
really going through Kakarott�s mind: I can take this guy.

�� Sure enough, as
soon as they were out of sight and earshot, Kakarott immediately changed from �Goku� to the man that Trunks had grown up with. �All right. I can tell from your reactions that you know me,
and know me as I really am. Explain yourself.�

�� Trunks gulped. �Yes, sir.� He needed a moment to gather his thoughts. �I
can�t say too much, in case I change something I shouldn�t. I�m from the
future. A future different than you�re going to get, I hope.�

�� It must be
pretty bad.�

�� Yeah. Most of Earth�s population dead,
and out of the Z fighters, only you, Gohan, Bulma and me were left. I was only a baby when it
happened, and you basically raised me after my father died.�

�� Your father ��
Kakarott cocked his head. �Vegeta and � Bulma!?�

�� Yes. I can�t
give you the details.�

�� I�m not sure I
want to know.�

�� Ha. Anyway, the
problem is two androids. They�re a match for Super Saiyans.
Vegeta was ascended by then, but they got him, Gohan
went gold during the fight but it wasn�t enough. They took you out before the fight
even started by triggering a virus you picked up on your travels. That�s the
other reason I�m here.� He reached into his jacket and pulled out the capsule
with the medicine case, expanded it and took out a vial. �This is the vaccine.
One now, and one when you actually get sick. It�ll
stop you from being crippled like you were in my timeline.�

�� Kakarott gave
him a long look. Then he took the vial, opened it and drank it. He trusts me. It was like a punch to the
gut. Growing up he had taken Kakarott�s trust for
granted; but to this Kakarott he was a stranger and an equal in power. And in
such a short time, Kakarott made his choice and gave his trust.

�� Crippled, you
said.� Kakarott scratched his neck, thinking. �Badly enough
to take me out of the fight. How long did I survive?�

�� Ten years.�

�� You look about
seventeen.�

�� Trunks looked
down. �Yes, sir.�

�� Strong arms
wrapped around him. Kakarott purred; the comforting rumble that had filled his childhood,
returned from the dead. �You did good. I�m sure the
other version of me thinks so too.�

�� Trunks clung to
him a moment more before he stepped back and scrubbed his eyes. �I can�t stay.
The less I mess with this timeline, the better. But I�ll be back in three years
to help you fight.�

�� We�ll be
waiting.� He handed over the medicine case and the date and time of the
androids� arrival. Kakarott gave him a last slap on the shoulder and let him
go. He flew back to his landing coordinates. Who knew what Kakarott would tell
his friends, but he took the threat seriously and he would make sure they
trained. Trunks expanded the time machine, set the controls three years ahead,
and pushed the start button.

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Awww.

Next chapter: The Androids and Cell. Twice
each.

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