Enough Time

Enough Time

By class=SpellE>Sefiru

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Pairings: none yet, Mirai x OC
eventually

Warnings: R, violence, character deaths, angst

Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragonball,
but Mirai ownz at
everything.

Kit-kit: glad you liked it.

Pun_xy: Aw, shucks. I do my best.
Though, remember, Mirai isn’t present for most of
Pure Evil – he’s got his own plans, as you’ll see. ^_^

This chapter: Mirai’s family
finally gets its act together.

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Chapter 2: Royal Family

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     class=GramE>Trunks was in the kitchen at Capsule Corporation, eating
breakfast. Bulma had taken one look at the
dilapidated capsule house and hauled him off to a room in her complex, not that
he was complaining; she’d even given him an allowance until his own projects
started bringing in money. He was bored, but in a good way. No one was trying
to kill him and he could use his time as he wished: playing video games,
training, exploring civilization (he wasn’t sure yet if he liked it), or just
puttering around in his lab. He could research anything he wanted, and without
rushing. All he needed now was a girlfriend.

     He’d been with
girls before, of course; his life hadn’t been totally isolated, and not all of
the family’s encounters with others had been hostile. But those had all been
one night stands. He wanted to try his hand at a relationship.

     class=SpellE>Goten and Trunks tumbled into the kitchen, already in a
tussle. He gave them a flat look. “You know mom says no sparring in the house.”
Bulma had insisted he call her that.

     “Whatever. You
seen dad around?”

     class=GramE>“Nope.” In fact, he hadn’t seen Vegeta at all outside
training for the last couple of weeks. He probably had some special project
going. Or else … Kakarott hadn’t been around much either. Now sparring with him
had been an experience! When he’d gone to level three Mirai
had been so startled he dropped out of gold entirely. Luckily for him, Kakarott
had merely got him in a headlock and given him a noogie.
Such power! Damn, but his father was the luckiest man alive.

     The boys
thundered out while he was thinking. Was he ever that rowdy? He finished his
eggs and started on a bagel. He’d just bought a new game and was eager to test
it out. Hopefully it would be better than the last one. I could write better than that crap … now there’s a thought. There’s
good money in game design. The door clattered again and Gohan
and Videl came in.

     “You guys up
already?”

     “What do you mean
already? It’s eleven o’clock. I’ve been up for hours.”

     class=SpellE>Videl dropped a clutch of bags on the table. “We brought
some groceries for Bulma.” She pulled out boxes of
noodles and started stacking them in the cabinets. Gohan
sat down at the table with a marker and wrote the date on packs of frozen meat
– another habit that both versions of Bulma shared.

     “Hey. class=SpellE>Videl and I are going out Friday night, you want to come
along?”

     “Sure, sounds
interesting. Who knows, maybe I’ll even meet someone.”

     “Good luck,” class=SpellE>Videl snorted. “The girls in these places, you say style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>I know a nice cliff, wanna
climb it? And they go oh no, but I
might break a nail.” She mimicked the fluttery body language, and class=SpellE>Mirai snickered. “Unless you swing the
other way, of course.”

     “No such luck.
I’ve done both, but I’d rather have girls. You got any sisters?”

     class=GramE>“Eeew! class=GramE>Fraid not.” She giggled and
finished the load of groceries by tipping the cans into a hopper for the
robotic pantry to sort. “So you’re coming Friday?”

     class=GramE>“Wouldn’t miss it.” Mirai stood up
to take his dishes to the sink. Gohan and class=SpellE>Videl helped themselves to drinks, and they chatted for a
while about the nightclub and what they planned to do there. The younger class=SpellE>Demis returned, dusty and sweaty and grabbed cans of soda
for themselves. Mirai wasn’t about to ask what they’d
been doing. They hung around, trying to pretend they weren’t listening to the
older trio’s conversation.

     A whine of
turbines sounded outside and then a thump as Bulma’s
aircraft landed without the use of brakes. Then the door crashed open as she
tore into the room. “That pervert!”
she howled.

     class=GramE>“Who? Master Roshi?”

     “Your father,”
she pointed at Gohan, “has seduced Vegeta into class=SpellE>Kami knows what perversion! He was chained to the wall! I
never thought Goku could do such a thing – and for
Vegeta to agree to it! Aaarghclass=GramE>!” She stormed away up the stairs, still ranting. The four class=SpellE>Demis (and Videl) looked at each
other.

     “Did she just say
our dads were having sex?” Goten asked.

     “I think so. class=SpellE>Eew.”

     class=GramE>“Dad? And Vegeta? I can’t believe
it.”

     “You could go ask
them.” Mirai suppressed a smirk. Goku
wouldn’t do something like that – but Kakarott would. He’d finally made his
move.

     class=GramE>“Why me?”

     “Not just you. I
want to see this.” He looked over at the younger Demis.
“You in?”

     They blinked at
him, startled.

     class=GramE>“Wassamatter? Chicken?”

     class=GramE>“No way!”

     “We’re coming
too!”

     style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>That was too easy.

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     class=GramE>Kakarott, new and improved. That was what it felt like to class=SpellE>Mirai. When the elder Saiyan
walked though the door with Vegeta at his heels, he knew that “class=SpellE>Goku” was gone forever. This was the man he had grown up
with … but with years more combat experience and far more raw power. And he
wasn’t crippled and he wasn’t in charge of a harried band of fugitives.
Confidence and authority rolled off him. The other three Demis
gaped at this sudden transformation, but Mirai just
leaned against the wall and basked in their presence: the last two full-blooded
Saiyans in the universe, the pinnacle of their race.

     The basic
explanations took less than a minute. And when Vegeta denied his claim on the
throne, Mirai knew that it was real. Kakarott picked
up his reaction and commanded him to speak, and he was finally able to tell
them the truth about his native timeline. “In my timeline you claimed Vegeta
right after he first went Super Saiyan. It’s the
House of Kakarott, there. You will have no argument from me.” A more
demonstrative person might, at this point, have gone to his knees to swear
fealty; he just bent his head slightly.

     Vegeta’s eyebrows
went up, but he didn’t comment. Kakarott was busy reassuring his sons: “No, class=SpellE>Goten, I haven’t gone crazy. I just grew up a little.”

     class=GramE>“But … why Vegeta?”

     class=GramE>“Because he’s really sexy.” Mirai
had to smirk at the boggled reactions this produced. And from the look on his
father’s face, he was planning a demonstration of just how sexy he was, as soon
as his offspring left.

      “This is why Mom
kicked you out, isn’t it,” Gohan said. “It was the
same when I hit my adult growth. I don’t think she knows how to deal with
mature Saiyans.”

     class=GramE>“Pretty much. It’s sad, but she’s a little scared of us.” He
turned to his younger son. “Are you scared?”

     “class=SpellE>Naw, you’re my dad.” Goten jumped
on his lap for a quick hug. Kakarott purred. Meanwhile younger Trunks wandered
up to Vegeta.

     “Mom thinks class=SpellE>Goku tricked you into this.”

     “I’m not in the
habit of doing things I don’t want to, boy.”

     “Oh, okay. I
didn’t think so.” Two very different families, about to
become one. Kakarott and Vegeta gave signs of wanting some alone time,
so Mirai helped them chivy his brothers out the door. They’d just come in from sparring and
probably wanted a shower, among other things. Gohan
went to give Videl the after-action report; class=SpellE>Mirai made sure the chibies got
home safely, then grabbed his wallet. He had some shopping
to do.

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Okay, so that was just a sort of short bridge chapter. Things
pick up a little from here.

Next chapter: Mirai goes clubbing.
o.O