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Future Lapse	By : Jeannine Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Time Shiver
- 2-Dimension Flux
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Vegeta
frowned at the ceiling. For a
moment the image of Goku surrounded by stars lingered with the scent of
firewood. Confusion had him
grasping at the image and while the dream faded Goku's scent remained.
He
rubbed his eyes, frowning. He'd thought those kind of dreams had ended, but memories from
the fusion clung and still seemed to congregate in his subconscious.
He
rolled over and buried his nose in one of Bulma's pillows. Her scent made the hair on the back of
his neck prickle and he relaxed on the bed for a moment, grinning slightly into
the smooth fabric.
"Fooood!!"
the irritated voice of his son echoed from the hallway. He snorted and rolled off the bed,
searching for some shorts before the boy took it upon himself to personally
make sure Vegeta was awake, "COMING!" and not a moment too soon.
"Hurry!!"
the boy was right outside his door.

One
of his favorite earth smells was sausage and breakfast this morning did not
disappoint, but there was another smell that caught his attention when passing
the door to the kitchen. Trunks
practically jumped into a seat and was quickly claiming pancakes while Vegeta
hesitated at the door.
He
followed the intriguing smell past Mrs. Briefs cooking sausage and Mr. Briefs
pouring coffee to where Bulma blinked out a window, holding a half-eaten bagel.
He
gently put his hands on her waist, startling her a bit and taking the
opportunity to breath against her hair.
"Vegeta?"
he Hmm'd against her neck, "Your son is eating your pancakes." She said after a
moment.
He
hummed again, "You smell good." It was a pleasant, natural smell.
"Better
than pancakes?" she was still puzzled and tilted her head to look at him.
"I
am hungry." He gave a pointed look at
her bagel and grinned sharply.
He
felt her laugh through his fingertips and she brought the bagel up to her
shoulder so he could take a bite.
He eyed her thoughtfully while chewing.
He
thought he saw a change in her eyes then, but had ducked his head to smell her
hair. She relaxed back against him
then. He let his thumbs brush over
her hips through her shirt's thin fabric.
"I
recognize it." But he couldn't say from where. He felt a nagging pull at the back of his mind, but the
memory was being stubborn. It was
from some time ago.
"Hm."
She stared out the window onto Capsule Corp.'s manicured lawn glowing in the
sunlight.
"Dad?"
Trunks yelled from his seat.
"Boy." Vegeta loosened his grip on Bulma to
half turn toward the doorway.
"Are
you gonna eat these?" ignoring the fact that his father lacked x-ray vision.
He
snorted and turned back to the window.
Goku's brat ran up the walkway to the door and Bulma startled.
"I
didn't realize the time!" she turned in his arms, poking his chest with a grin,
"You're usually my six o'clock alarm.
What happened to training?"
He
saw Chichi following her son at a slower pace and felt a tingle of deja vu, "I
dreamt." He gave her the small, soft smile he reserved just for her.
Warmth
pooled in his stomach when her eyes darkened. He murmured to her, "Are you busy today?"
"I
invited Chichi over..." her voice was quiet as she leaned toward him.
"EEEWW!"
both of them started at the double-voice from the doorway.
"Grownup
moment." Trunks had his tongue out in a mock-gag.
"My
mom's coming. Thanks for inviting
us over!" Goten dragged Trunks out of sight. Obviously there were pressing matters much more interesting
than grownup moments.
About
then Mrs. Briefs began fussing about having company. Vegeta let Bulma go to soothe her mother, plucking the
remains of the bagel from her fingers as she went. He hoped his son had left something for him as he left the
mobilizing kitchen.
Chichi
stood in the dining room and he froze as the tingle of deja vu made his
shorthair stand on end.
Her
lips were tilted slightly in amusement as she regarded the table covered with
half empty dishes. She looked
younger than he remembered. With a
small shake of her head she glanced toward him.
Their
eyes held.

Her
stomach did a somersault.
Vegeta's
eyes widened almost imperceptibly when she turned to face him fully. She was rapidly becoming aware of how
strange it felt to have the saiyan-prince's full attention.
"Vegeta...?"
And how strange the name felt on her tongue. She realized then how few times she'd actually addressed the
man.
He
shifted, a slight change in stance had his back straight and she watched as a
frown of confusion passed over his face.
His mouth opened slightly.
"...
Chichi?"
All
her hair stood on end, goose bumps rising beneath her clothing. Her vision was lanced with blue sparks
and she thought she saw him twitch.
On the edge of her hearing she thought she heard the sound of a siren,
but it was just barely audible over the sound of the breeze-blown grass around
them.
She
lightly gripped the fabric of his shirt, just below the sides of his ribs.
He
frowned slightly at her, "You'll have to let him go eventually, Chichi."
She
smiled a bit, "And here I thought we'd come out here to let him decide."
Their
eyes held for a moment and his frown melted into a soft smile. For a second it jolted her but then she
remembered why he usually smiled like that.
"He
reminds me of you-" they voiced in unison. There was a split-second pause before they laughed.
She
leaned against his chest as the last of his chuckles died down and he wrapped
his arms around her waist. They
stilled and she listened to the sound of his heartbeat and the whisper of the
grass. His warmth contrasted with
the rays of sun against her back and she breathed slowly against him. It felt like the first time he'd held
her.
"Mom."
She bit her lip, swallowing around the clench of her throat.
"I've...
made my decision." The voice was almost familiar.

She
yelped as an arc of electricity zapped up her spine.
"Vegeta?"
Bulma's voice preceded her through the doorway, "You didn't set anything on
fire did you? It smells like
something's burning in here."
Chichi
noted the smell of almost-ozone as she tore her eyes away from the fighter. What
was that? She held a hand over her nose and
mouth, frowning at the man by the table.
There was a low siren going off somewhere down the hall.
Bulma
sighed then, "Nevermind. One of my
experiments must have set something off."
Bulma
smiled, taking Chichi by the arm, "Would you mind if we started in the
lab? I just have to check on
this." She lowered her voice then and smiled conspiratorially, "I didn't tell
mom you were coming now she's irritated.
Mind if we hid for an hour or so?"
She
nodded a bit numbly, the vision tumbling confusingly in her head.
"So
how are Goku and Gohan?"
The
name shook her from the strange daydream, "They're doing well. Goku just got back from his most recent
trip and tore Gohan out of school for training." She frowned slightly to Bulma, "I told him they couldn't do that every time he came back, but he insists on it." She
grinned then, they were halfway down the hall, "He says he's making up for time
lost on those trips..."

But
what Chichi had dismissed as a daydream stayed in Vegeta's mind. He stood in the dining room, his hair
on end from static, his stomach churning.
The
vision, or what ever it was, brought back the dream. And the boy in both of them had been the same. He felt static run down his spine and
his tail-spot throbbed.
But
there had been three boys in the dream...
Of the other two one had claimed to be a Briefs, looking nothing like
him and everything like Bulma. And
the other was Namekian. And part
Saiyan if the tail was any indicator.
His mind mulled over that for a moment.
He
walked out the doorway then, deftly avoiding Mrs. Briefs as she practically
dashed from the kitchen at that moment.
He reached out with his ki-sense.
It wasn't exactly a specialty of his and he wasn't terribly familiar
with the Namek's signature.
Almost
immediately he felt Goku and Gohan.
They must have been pushing each other to the limit. He paused with interest as their ki
fluxed and waned in rapid succession.
He'd have to train harder if Gohan was going to continue at that rate
and he had a brief flicker of thought for his own son, automatically finding
Trunks and Goten's kis zipping around the backyard.
He
concentrated, seeking out the Namek's odd ki. After fifteen minutes his irritation began to mount and he
settled on a direction, blasting toward the damned green hermit.
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