Enough Time | By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Greetings from our new location in the Het
section! I’m afraid it will be a few more chapters before Mirai
actually meets his girl, but hey. We’re on to a new plot arc, so the next
couple of chapters are a little slow. In this one, Mirai
is back in the Main Timeline to stay.
Pairings: none yet, Mirai x OC
eventually
Warnings: R, violence, character deaths, angst
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragonball,
but Mirai ownz at
everything.
Pun_xy: it’s so easy to overdo
angst. Less is more, I say.
kit-kit: thank you for joining us! From this chapter
the story takes a major change of tone, so I hope you continue to like it.
***
Chapter 1: Settling in
***
The planet was
still there; that was always a good sign. He opened his senses to ki and almost grinned at what he found. Five Super Saiyan level ki signatures – the
three demi-Saiyans, Vegeta and Kakarott. He’d come
back to life even stronger than he’d been before. He checked the other sensors.
Earth’s status was as expected, no unusual energies, Dragonballs
currently inactive. If he was lucky, he’d landed in a relatively peaceful time.
He shut down the time machine and prayed he’d never have to use it again.
Before he could
even decide who to approach first, Gohan’s ki flared and turned in his direction. In minutes they were
standing face to face. “Mirai!
I thought we’d never see you again. What brings you here this time?”
Mirai (he determined to think of himself by that name)
studied the other demi. Now he looked exactly like
the Gohan he had grown up with, though a lot less
scarred and weary. It was a bit creepy. “I’m here to stay if I can. I got the
androids and Cell in my timeline. Then Mom got sick and died. She was right, I
couldn’t handle being alone. Gods, I need a vacation.”
Gohan stared. “Sounds like you need more than a vacation.
How long has it been for you?”
“A few months. I had to build a new time machine. If my math
is right, this is seven years after Cell. And I sense Kakarott is back, too.
What’s been happening?”
“A lot,” Gohan said as they rose into the air. “It’s weird, actually
– Dad’s only been back a month and then you show up.” As they flew he related
the horrific events of the Buu debacle. Mirai was tempted to jump right back in his time machine
and go back to help; but that would just create another alternate timeline.
Besides, things had actually come out all right for once – the Earth was safe,
the villains were gone and everyone was alive who should be. He was bowled
over, though, at finding out his father had been brought back to life as a
“good person”. Family life must have changed him more than Mirai
imagined.
Gohan’s cell phone rang. “Hang on, that’s Dad.” He picked
up. “Hi, Dad … yeah, we’re coming. And you’ll never guess who just turned up – Mirai Trunks. No, he says he wants a rest. Sure, I’ll ask
him. Got it. See ya.” He
hung up. “Dad’s having a barbecue for everyone tonight and he said you’re
welcome to come. Vegeta might even show up.”
He hadn’t
mentioned anything about Kakarott and Vegeta being mated, but now that they
were alive and had the free time, he was sure it would happen sooner or later.
And … he needed to see them all, on a level as deep as hunger or thirst. “I’ll
come.”
“Great! Dad wants
me to get some stuff; if you need anything we can get it at the same time. Oh,
and I guess you need a place to stay.”
“I brought my
capsule house.” And no actual money, except for a pile of
gold nuggets in the attic. He’d have to find a job; he couldn’t just
mooch off his family all the time.
***
He chose a patch
overlooking a river, deep in the forest, which reminded him of the happier
times of his childhood. The house was pretty beat-up, and now that he was on an
undamaged Earth, lots of things needed replacing. He dragged Gohan through the place as he made up a shopping list. Food, of course … lightbulbs
… front bedroom needs new hinges … hot water heater … oh yeah, new towels. Mine
are scuzzy … window screens …
“Hey, they still
make games for this,” Gohan exclaimed when he saw the
game console.
New games! “Okay,
that goes on the list.” They flew off to town and spent a glorious afternoon
buying his supplies with Gohan’s money (“You can pay
me back later”). Hours later they returned to the house with laden capsules and
set to work. Mirai was floating near the ceiling,
swearing at the light fixture when Kakarott’s ki signature flicked into being nearby.
“Hi guys! Can I
come in?”
“Go ahead. Frickin’
piece of crap,” he muttered, and yanked the fixture off its brackets. The whole
unit would need to be replaced. Kakarott – “Goku” at
the moment – padded in. “Grab a seat.”
The elder Saiyan flopped down on the end of the couch and blinked.
“This seat feels like I’ve sat in it for years.”
Mirai glanced over. “You did. Sort of.”
“Ah.” He looked
faintly weirded out, but stayed in the seat. It was
things like that that really brought home that these were the same people, and not
someone else of the same name. “Any idea what you’re going to
do now?”
“Not really.
Explore civilization. Relax. Have fun. I’ll need to get a job sometime. How do
you make money?”
“Heh, living off the forest, as always.
Gemstones, furs, whatever I find.” Mirai made a face
and Kakarott chuckled. “Or you could do what your father does.”
“What’s that?”
“He does custom
projects for Capsule Corp. I hear he’s a real prima donna
about it.”
“I can imagine.” Crafty
Kakarott; in so short a time, he was already up to date on Vegeta’s business. Mirai would pay money to see the look on his father’s face
when he realized how thoroughly the younger Saiyan
had outfoxed him. Which was a strange thing to say about someone who was almost
elementally straightforward, but there it was. Kakarott could come straight at
you from a direction where you never saw it coming. Oh, yeah, that reminds me. “Have you got a regular sparring
schedule or anything?”
“Not really. Just
show up around dawn or after lunch and someone will probably be there. The
sparring ground is the same as before.”
“I’ll do that.”
***
Everyone was
there. It was a little overwhelming; he had literally never been around so many
people in his life. Seeing Bulma was a particular
shock. At first it was like seeing a ghost, and it didn’t help that she
immediately pounced on him acting exactly like, well, exactly like herself. The
human Z fighters greeted him like an old friend with back thumps and offers of
beer; Gohan introduced him to Videl;
Piccolo graced him with his usual dry sarcasm (“So good of you to drop by. What
planet-threatening disaster are you warning us of this time?”) and he gave as good as he got (“Your fashion sense.
Unfortunately, though,
it’s beyond the help of even a Super Saiyan”).
“Goku” gave him a cheery wave from beside the barbecue, and
when no one else was looking, a wink. That subtle reminder was enough to calm
him down. That, and his hyperactive bother. Goten and Trunks impressed him. Already so powerful at
eight years old, and his father’s fighting style showed through clearly. Goten was almost the mirror image of him, each raised by
the other’s father; the similarities – and differences – were striking. And if even half the stories about Gotenks
were true …
The most
startling part, though, was his father. Vegeta appeared just as the meal was
ready, seemingly ignoring the other guests as he marched up to the grill. He
gave Mirai a long stare and then said, “Hn. I’ve learned some patience in these eight years, boy.”
“Yeah … I’m still
working on the aggression thing. Father.”
“And lose the
formal talk, it doesn’t suit you.”
“Thanks … Dad.”
Vegeta grunted again and stalked away, but Mirai
almost lost his jaw. His father, the Prince of All Saiyans,
had just uttered an apology.
***
Returning from the dead … snore.
Time travel … yawn.
Vegeta apologizing … OMG ^^
Next chapter: covers the events of Pure Evil. Mirai is the only one who isn’t surprised.
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