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Enough Time

By 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.

Starlight_dragon: I love the smell
of snark in the morning ^^. And yes, both Vegeta-jii and Mr. Satan will get theirs � eventually.

Pun_xy: As to what Vegeta did
later that evening � I leave that to your imagination (if you recall Pure Evil,
though, he went shopping for his dance clothes first �) And
actually, Mirai is technically bi, he just prefers
girls.

Kit-kit: thank you for reading! Have a cookie.

In this chapter: Mirai, Gohan and Videl go to a nightclub.

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Chapter 6: Club

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�� Deep base
thundered all around them. It resonated in their bones and ruffled their hair. Mirai wasn�t sure if he could call it music, but he liked
it. The nightclub was largely dark save for coloured
beams of light piercing the mist on the dance floor; it had a singular smell of
crowded bodies, alcohol and ozone. Unidentifiable snacks on geometric plates
were scattered across the tables.

�� At least he�d
dressed appropriately. Laced leather boots, black leather pants, black leather
jacket liberally studded with chrome. He�d found a shirt with black-on-black
printing that read �N1NJ4�. Videl was in a sleek
white vinyl number with radioactive-looking plastic jewelry, and Gohan was nearly the match to him, but with a metallic red trenchcoat. They fit in perfectly with the people on the
dance floor.

�� Mirai didn�t actually know how to dance, but he was a quick
study. Three songs� worth of observation, and he slipped off his seat to take
his chances. He chose a spot where the light would strike him to advantage;
soon it was noticed that he was (a) available and (b) good looking, and he
started attracting females. The first was a bony little thing in a froth of
black lace and ribbons, her skin paled by a thick coat of powder. �Greetings,�
she intoned.

�� Yo.�

�� I sense a
kindred spirit within you,� she continued. �I sense a soul who has looked into
the very face of death.� Kami on a stick. People talk like this in real life?

�� Yeah, so?� He stopped dancing and folded his arms. �When
did you ever look death in the face?� Because her ki gave no trace of anything of the sort.

�� She looked
startled and disappointed, and strangely a little angry at his question. �Uh,
well.�

�� He shrugged. �Didn�t think so. What drinks are good here?�

�� She answered his
question briefly and moved off. What was that all about? The next one had curly
blonde hair with brown roots and a magenta tiger-stripe dress that looked like
underwear. �Hey babe, you�re built. What kind of thing are you into?�

�� I do martial
arts.�

�� Hey, me too!�

�� What style?�

�� Uh � heeheehee.� Poser. He got about the same results from the one in the
leather corset and jeans, the redhead in thigh-high stiletto boots, the tall
one in the latex catsuit and a dozen other less
memorable girls. The lace zombie came by three more times, making ever more
extravagant pronouncements of doom. She culminated with, �We face the imminent
collapse of civilization. Our planet will be a shattered wasteland populated
only by vagrants and scavengers.�

�� When he replied
with, �Been there, done that,� she actually huffed at him before flouncing off.
Hn. That one�s different. Most of the
patrons here were only trying to lure a bedmate, whereas she put on a pose for
its own sake. A form of art, almost. Did she think he
was merely out-posing her? Was she jealous? There might be some entertainment
potential there. Thirsty, he wandered back to the table where Gohan and Videl were sitting.

�� So what do you
think so far?�

�� Are there any
serious people here?�

�� Videl giggled. �There are, but you won�t see them yet.
They�ll wait until you show you�re not a player or a poser.�

�� Some of the
people we know have arrived, so we�ll introduce you,� Gohan
added. �People who come for the dancing and atmosphere, like
us.�

�� That sounds more
like it.�

�� Gohan left his seat and vanished into the crowd. He
returned leading a young man about their own age. He was athletic but slender,
with emerald green hair, a silver shirt with a zipper up the front and vinyl
jeans. He held out his hand. �Gohan tells me you�re a
friend of his. I�m Kira.�

�� Mirai.� They shook hands.

�� What do you
think of Morph Galaxy?�

�� Mirai assumed he was talking about the music. �It�s starting
to grow on me.�

�� This is the
first time Mirai�s been to a club,� Gohan explained.

�� Really? You�re certainly having an impression on the
players. Why was the one in the Mohawk looking so scared?�

�� She asked me
what my body count was. So I told her.�

�� That would do
it. Uh � you seriously have a body count?�

�� A shrug. �I grew up in a war zone.� This guy didn�t need to
know the details.

�� Ah. And it seems
you�re available?�

�� I don�t swing
your way, if that�s what you�re asking.�

�� Rats.�

�� Look, but don�t
touch.� They talked a while longer; Kira turned out
to be a reasonably intelligent person, and he could talk at great length about the various music that played on the club�s sound system.
Which was not exactly Mirai�s area of interest, but
he managed to be fairly entertaining. Throughout the evening more of Gohan�s friends dropped by; there were music fans, dancers,
even one woman who made and sold some of the outrageous fashions on display
there. She gave him a long look as she was introduced.

�� You look a lot
like this older guy who was in my shop the other day.�

�� Huh? Hair like
this,� he mimed Vegeta�s hair style, �wears spandex, acts like he owns the
planet?�

�� That�s him. You
know him?�

�� He�s my father.
But what was he doing in your shop?�

�� Well, he bought
a pair of heels.�

�� The three Z
fighters looked at each other. �Your father bought a pair of high-heeled
shoes,� Gohan repeated. �I don�t want to know.�

�� They really
suited him though.�

�� That is just way
too much information.� Mirai gulped his drink. Just
what were Vegeta and Kakarott getting up to? Although he had to admit, now he
was curious about that store.

�� So,� Videl asked several hours later, �Think you�ll be back?�

�� Yeah.� He�d actually had a good time. The whole socializing
thing was new to him, but the atmosphere appealed to his sense of style, the
posers were fun to mock, and he�d even run into a few hardcore gamers to talk
to. And he really did like the music. He could get used to something like this.

***

�� The news of
Kakarott and Vegeta�s relationship was all over the Z fighters in days, mostly
because Kakarott refused to resume his �Goku� act.
Most of them didn�t quite know what to make of it; when Dende
was asked if he could confirm the rumors, he only blushed. Mirai
didn�t care. High heels notwithstanding, his father was together with his
foster father and all was right with the world. His newly rebuilt lab bubbled
with half a dozen different projects, while his main terminal displayed the
code for the new game engine he was working on. Also on his desk was a stack of
CDs from bands he�d heard at the club, and one of them was playing on the sound
system. Life was good.

�� That was where
his father walked in on him one morning, as he was soldering chips onto a
circuit board. He had the courtesy not to interrupt such a delicate task, but
stood with his arms folded until Mirai set the
soldering iron down. �Hey, Dad.�

�� Son. Nice lab you have here.� Vegeta�s eyes fell on one of Mirai�s notebooks lying open on the desk. �You keep notes
in Saiyan?�

�� It�s better than
any code.�

�� Hn. Your spelling is better than
mine.�

�� He insisted.�

�� He would.�
Vegeta had acquired a new fashion accessory � a white leather collar. Mirai wasn�t going to think about the implications of that.

�� You just checking up on me, or what?�

�� I have to make
sure you don�t embarrass the family name.� He pulled out the spare chair and
lounged in it. �And besides that, in your timeline, if Kakarott claimed me
right after you came back the first time, how did you ever get conceived?�

�� He�s that good,
huh?�

�� He�s even
better.�

�� Well, Bulma wanted a child and the three of you decided that you
should be the father. For another thing, that mating wasn�t as, uh, intense as
this one looks.�

�� Hn. We�re older. More history. There are things that happened with Buu � why didn�t she just take Yamcha?�

�� Didn�t trust his genetics.�

�� Vegeta snorted.
He picked up the notebook and leafed through it. �So what are you working on?�

�� Buncha stuff. There�s the video
game software, should be good for cash. Over there I�m trying to grow new ki sensor crystals. And I ran a gene test on Trunks; it
turns out we�re not identical twins, just brothers.�

�� Is that so.�

�� And these are a
couple of robots. #18 is going to help me with the software for those. I�m
hoping they�ll �� Mirai�s cell phone rang. He glanced
at the display and was startled to see that it read �Unknown User.� He�d only
had the thing for two months; those telemarketers sure worked fast. He hit two
keys to pause the music and bring up his trace
program, then picked up. �Who are you and how did you get this number?�

�� I�m sure you
remember me,� a female voice replied. Ah yes, the Black Lace Zombie Queen.

�� Not
particularly. Should I?�

�� I spoke to you
several times at the Foxfire Club last week. Would you care to eat dinner with
me?�

�� No.� The
computer screen blinked and threw up a message box. [trace
complete.] It gave the number and address � it was a land line � and then,
[identify associated persons y/n?] He selected yes.

�� Why not?� the zombie queen whined. �Surely you see I have
unusual resources, since I was able to find you.�

�� Yeah, right. I bet you had a gadget at the club that scans
people�s phones for numbers.�

�� Wha � how � �

�� Did you buy it,
or build it yourself?�

�� Um, well, I ��

�� Did. You. Build. It. Yourself.�

�� no.�

�� The computer
flickered and displayed the search results. The residents at that address were
a mature man and woman, a teenage boy and two girls aged seven and seventeen.
The first was obviously too young, so the other must be his target. And the
picture matched his memory if he imagined the heavy makeup. Say
99% certainty.

�� That�s why not.
By finding me you have promoted yourself from annoying to amusing. No more.
You�re not that good. And I notice you haven�t mentioned my name.� She spluttered
into his pause. �A word of advice, miss Inujo. The
best support for a pose such as yours, is to actually
be what you claim.� He hung up.

�� His father
smirked at him from across the room. �New playmate?�

�� Kami, I hope not.�

***

I know what you�re all thinking: is she or isn�t she? Myehehehehe.

Next chapter: The Saiyans land.

(James Earl Jones voice): �Mirai,
I am your grandfaaaaaather.�

Mirai: Nooooooooooooooo!
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