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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

Pun_xy: you�re, like, the only one
reviewing this. Where�d everyone go?

These chapters are sort of a prequel to the whole of Pure Evil � I�m trying to
establish that Vegeta and Kakarott�s coming together
didn�t happen out of the blue, but has roots going back to when they first met
(and even back into their respective childhoods, which I hope to tie in
sometime later). Plus where Mirai is coming from �
the Alternate Timeline is fun to write because most of what we know in canon
comes from Mirai himself, and he has excellent
reasons to lie through his teeth about it. Like the bit I did about arriving
three years early by accident and then acting like �I meant to do that.�

Er � anyhoo.
One more chapter of doom and gloom; this covers the Android and Cell sagas and
the aftermath for Mirai. Seriously, have some tissues
ready.

Pairings: none yet, Mirai x OC
eventually

Warnings: R, violence, character deaths, angst

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

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Prologue 3

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�� It was all wrong.
He went ahead three years and found that Kakarott was still pretending to be Goku, and that Vegeta was in some kind of relationship with
Bulma. Vegeta ascended, but then they were all too
busy fighting, and by the end Kakarott was dead again. There was no telling
when or if he�d be back.

�� Not that some good hadn�t come of it. Holding his own younger self had been weird, but good. It was like
having a younger brother. And he had a whole subjective year in the Hyperbolic
Time Chamber to get to know his father. That hadn�t been pleasant, exactly;
they were both tight-lipped, stiff-necked loners and were bound to grate on
each other�s nerves. And to say they differed in battle tactics was the
understatement of several centuries. They trained hard and spoke little, but
over that year it was enough. Each learned to respect the other�s abilities, and
if Trunks couldn�t be sure how much (or if) Vegeta cared for him,
Vegeta would never know how much Trunks looked up to him. The elder Saiyan was everything his son aspired to be; the stories
about him didn�t do him justice. He and Kakarott were obviously made for each
other.

�� But that wasn�t
going to get a chance to happen. He climbed back into his time machine swearing
under his breath, and returned to his native timeline. He came back scarcely an
hour after he had left, and everything was still in its place. He knocked on
the door of the capsule house in his secret code and Bulma
opened it. She immediately threw her arms around him. �You look so grown up!
How long was it for you?�

�� About two years,
give or take.�

�� And? How�d it go?�

�� Well, I saved
the planet, but I think I screwed up the family.� They sat down in the living
room and he told her all about it. �Father and Kakarott and Gohan,
all of them were so great. You should have seen it.�

�� One version of
me did.� She sneezed.

�� Are you ok?�

�� Just a little flu coming on.�

�� Right.� His work wasn�t over yet. In this world the
androids were still running loose, and now he knew he had to look out for Cell,
too. He made his mother some chicken soup, put her to bed, and went on the
hunt.

�� The androids
were easier the second time around. Not total pushovers, by any means, but he knew them now. Knew their moves and
reactions, the way they thought. He�d even gotten some priceless inside
information from the other timeline�s #18. Two years of intense but unhurried
training, plus the power ups of the Cell Games, should give him the last of the
advantages he needed.

�� He found them in
a partly ruined city, taking them by surprise as they attacked a group of
squatters. Somehow they knew there was no point in taunting him now; 17 aimed
an energy blast at him but he dodged it easily. Next came a blow to the gut and
he rolled with it, fell into a wall and charged back to return the favor. They
didn�t know what to make of his sudden increase in power, they were confused,
and that was their undoing. He got close enough to 18 to deliver a flare beam
at point blank range. Then he whipped out his sword � poured ki into it � pounced on 17 who was
still staring in disbelief. The android tried to run but Trunks was faster.

�� With both androids
no more than piles of meat and metal, he powered down and then slowly lowered
his blade to the ground. It was over. The task for
which he�d trained all his life, was done.

�� What now?

� ��He shrugged. There was still Cell, and
after that � he�d think of something. He came home to find his mother pale and
delirious with a high fever. This was not good. His medical training ran more
to violent trauma than to disease, but he gave her what medicine they had. The
next few weeks he divided his time between looking out for Cell and caring for Bulma. Day by day she grew weaker, until she couldn�t get
out of bed on her own. Not even a session in the regen
tank helped. Was he going to lose her too?

�� When he finally
found Cell skulking around, his mind wasn�t really on the battle. Cell was
stuck in his imperfect form this time and it was almost too easy. Trunks pretty
much took out his frustration on the green monster, even swinging him around by
the tail before finishing him off. He left the ugly thing for the scavengers,
his mind already on other things.

�� Bulma was barely conscious when he came back. �Did you get
him?�

�� Yeah, mom. I got him good.�

�� Oh � good.�

�� He took her hand;
it was cool and trembled in his. �How do you feel?�

�� Not too great �
I might not make it this time.�

�� Mom!�

�� Ssh. At least one version of me will survive. Listen,
Trunks; the kais will take care of this Earth. Take the time machine and go �
go to the other timeline. Saiyans shouldn�t be
alone.�

�� Mom ��

�� She didn�t wake
up after that. Three days later she was gone. He could find no particular cause
for her illness; just seventeen years of unbearable stress, organs aged before
their time, opportunistic germs. He buried her next to the rest of her family.
He resolved to follow her last wishes, but when he checked his capsule case he
found that someone had run off with the time machine. Cell,
of course. Or rather, Cell�s clone-twin. Well,
that was the last of the loose ends taken care of. It took him about six months
to build a duplicate time machine, his impatience growing daily.

�� This loneliness
was intolerable. He could easily see how a person could go to extreme lengths
to relieve this isolation. To conquer planets just to surround himself with minions. More and more the time machine seemed
like an escape. In another time, he had a family; they had given him a name, Mirai. He would go there. He would be Mirai,
Trunks�s older brother, lieutenant to his father.
With great relief he climbed into the time machine, all his possessions in a
capsule on his belt, and pulled out an old twenty-sided dice. He rolled it and
it came up seven. Lucky seven. He set the time machine
for seven years after his last visit, and for the fourth time, pressed the
start button.

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Plot devices are a bitch, aren�t they? Well, this is the
last angst you�ll get here.

Next chapter: Mirai arrives in the
Main Timeline and says hello to his new life. Also, this story will move to the
het section.
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