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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.

Kit-kit: Mirai vs. Vegeta-jii is always fun. ^^

Pun_xy: I�m glad you�re enjoying
this so much. I can only hope I can keep this up. New characters in this
chapter!

There�s been a question about my posting schedule � I post
one chapter a week on Friday, alternating between two projects (currently
Enough Time and one-shots).

This chapter: Mirai gets a tail �
stuff happens.

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Chapter 8: Being Prince Charming

***

�� Goten was sneaking up on him, he knew it although he
couldn�t see it. Brat. Summer break at school, and
what did he do the first day? Demand to try the beta
of Mirai�s game before he had a chance to play it
himself. They�d argued about it all bloody morning, making a mess of Bulma�s living room, until Kakarott walked in on them. He
had ordered them to take it outside and fight a proper match. And when Kakarott
got his king on, not even an unruly eight-year-old Super Saiyan
could gainsay him.

�� A ki beam lanced out of the shrubbery and he blocked it.
Pouncing on the source, he poured a rain of punches on Goten
as he tried to get him in a headlock. But the younger Demi
slipped out of his grasp and flew off, with him in hot pursuit. This was a
total cramp in his plans and to make matters worse his butt had been itching
like hell all day. Neither of them were going home
until this was settled, one way or another. He went high to try to force Goten to the ground; the brat rolled over in midair and
shot a Kame kame ha at him.
He answered with a Big Bang. Goten dodged, and the
blast went past him to the ground � and straight towards the Saiyan ki signature lurking
there.

�� Look out!� he
yelled, and watched as the ki spark dived out of the
way at the last moment. He followed the blast down. �Hey. You ok?�

�� Yeah, thanks.�
The newcomer was a Saiyan female, about his own age;
her hair grew in a pattern of several short spikes over her forehead and two
groups of longer spikes that swept backwards from behind her ears. It made her
look like she had a bird on her head, but she had a nice tail. �I�m surprised
any of the locals speak Saiyan, though.��

�� Sorry to
disappoint you, but I�m not entirely local product. The name�s Mirai Trunks Vegeta Briefs.�

�� You�re the
Prince Consort�s son?�

�� Yeah. What were you doing all the way out here?�

�� Exploring. I grew up on the ships; I used to dream about
running through the forest, but I never thought it would be so big. What are you doing out here?�

�� Fighting my dear stepbrother. Goten,
get out here, I know you�re there.� The younger Demi
jumped down out of the branches and Mirai swatted him
on the head. �Can you at least try to act like a prince?�

�� So that�s the
King�s youngest. What happened to your tails?�

�� Chopped �em off!� Goten exclaimed, making slicing motions with his hands. Mirai nodded.

�� We started
fighting at a young age, and the tails were a liability. I saw the Saiyan doctors about growing mine back, but nothing�s
happened so � � The itching in his backside suddenly
peaked, and then a tail suddenly flowed from the end of his spine. �I stand
corrected.�

�� She stifled a
giggle. �It�s purple.�

�� What color did
she expect? He moved his new appendage experimentally; he hadn�t hd his tail since he was five
years old, but the body didn�t forget. Then he had to flick it away as Goten made a grab for it. �Aw! I want my tail back too.�

�� You�d better ask
your father first.� Mirai coiled his tail around his
waist. �I have to go see the doctors now. Have fun exploring.� He nodded to the
girl and lifted off.

***

�� So you say your
tail scar was itching since last night?� The doctor pored over his medical
scanners, his own tail waving in concentration. �Did anything unusual happen to
trigger your tail to grow?�

�� Well, I ran into
a Saiyan girl in the woods.�

�� That would do
it. Was she cute?�

�� I guess. Damn, I
didn�t get her name, either!�

�� The doctor
chuckled, making his hair spikes shake. �Don�t worry, once your power level
gets around, you�ll have to fight them off with a stick.�

�� Are you making a
pass at me?�

�� How unprofessional. I�ll hit on you when I�m off duty.�

�� Perv.�

�� Looks like everything is in order, so you�re free to go. Be
sure to come back if you have any problems.�

�� You wish.� He
climbed off the examination table and sauntered out through the colony ship. He
still wasn�t comfortable with the attention of so many people, so he curled his
tail under his jacket for the time being. Kakarott had set up a training
program to teach all the Saiyans how to sense ki, and it wouldn�t be long before all of them could do it.
Then things would get interesting. He patted his pocket; no doubt by now Goten was rifling his room looking for the game disk, not
realizing that Mirai had it on him the whole time.
The look on his face should be priceless. Hn. He decided to drop by
his lab for his camera before confronting his brother.

�� That meant
walking through the main atrium of Capsule Corporation, where he encountered a
reminder that he was not the only one with an idiot relative. The participants:
Videl and Mr. Satan. Videl
was, oddly, dressed in one of her club outfits, and she had a duffel bag slung
over her shoulder. �I�m not taking this anymore. You can take your world
championship and stuff it.�

�� Please calm
down, my child. In time you will come to see that I, your father, know best in
such matters. These establishments are not suitable for a child of your age!� Mr.
Satan held out his hand to her as though he expected her to be convinced by
this. She snorted.

�� As if. I�ve been a fighter all my life, and you�re not
going to turn me into a foofy little princess doll
just by wishing it.�

�� My darling Videl, there is no need for you to fight at all! I, the
World Champion of Earth, will defend you from all dangers!�

�� Get real, pop.
The only reason you keep winning World Tournaments is because none of the
serious fighters bother to compete. You wouldn�t last two rounds against a Super
Saiyan. And what�s your problem with nightclubs
anyway? I�m like the most dangerous person there.�

�� But just look
at the influences you are exposed to! Creatures with
strangely dyed hair and false body parts!�

�� Mirai gave him a flat look. �This is my natural color, dumbass. Want me to do something nasty to him?�

�� I�ve got it
covered, but thanks for offering. Nice tail.�

�� Hn. I�m heading to play a prank
on Goten.�

�� Tell me how it
goes.�

�� He waved the
camera over his shoulder in answer as he walked through the door. Behind him he
heard Videl announce, �So that�s it, pop. I�m moving
in with Gohan and you can�t stop me.�

�� But � my house
provides for your every need! What can you possibly lack?�

�� You are so clueless.� He didn�t hear the rest of
the conversation as he walked deeper into the residential wing. He lowered his ki as he went to avoid alerting Goten
to his presence. The younger Demi had done no such
thing, so Mirai could tell that he was, indeed,
rummaging around in his room. He set the camera to continuous recording and
clipped it to his jacket, then threw the door open.

�� Goten yelped, jumped so high he hit his head on the
ceiling, and came down clutching his skull with a guilty expression on his
face. �Mirai! I, uh � �

�� You�re not
going to find it, Goten.� He pulled the data card out
of his pocket. �It was right here all along.�

�� Goten�s jaw dropped. �Wha
� but � d�oh!�

�� And since you
messed up my room, you can clean it up.� He shut the door without giving him a
chance to respond, and headed down to the living room. He had a game to play.

***

�� The Saiyan village was the funniest thing. The houses,
prefabricated pods from the colony stocks, looked like eggs with hats on.
Originally they were plain grey, but with Earth money starting to trickle into
the colony, the first thing the Saiyans bought was
paint. Mirai walked through a village of easter
eggs arrayed in neat rows and semicircles. He hated to admit it, but Gramps
knew what he was doing in that department. Saiyans
bustled around him and paid him no attention; his identity hadn�t gotten around
yet. Just to confuse matters further, he was still wearing his tail around his
waist with his jacket zipped over it. That way they all seemed to think he was
human. It�s the hair color, I guess.
And so he got to overhear some highly entertaining conversations.

�� The Prince would
much rather have me than a motheaten furball like you!�

�� Oh yeah? Like a prince would want an overripe oversexed
harpy like you!�

�� I won�t let you
make a pass at him before I do!�

�� You and what army?�

�� The two Saiyan girls were suddenly throwing punches at each other
in the middle of the street, while he walked past not five meters away. The Prince was him, since the other
three princes were either taken or too young. They�re actually fighting over me. This rocks.
On the downside, that kind of behavior didn�t impress him with their intellect
or willpower.

�� What are you
laughing at, bitch.� He glanced around and saw another female leaning against a
tree. It was the same girl he had met in the woods. She smirked at them.

�� I�m just
thinking what a pair of dorks you two look like. Would you act like that if you
were right in front of him?�

� ��Hell no!�

�� Like you wouldn�t fight over him too.�

�� I don�t think
I�m going to impress him just by clobbering you two bozos.� As Mirai walked around the corner, the other two girls pounced
on her.

�� You�ll pay for
that!�

�� Catch me first.�
The sound of shredding foliage followed him down the street. If the
circumstances were different he�d have screwed half of them already. But as
prince, if he picked a girl he�d better stick with her, because Saiyans definitely did not take or maybe not as an answer.
He�d make his choice when he was sure. It was hard. In more than one sense �
the Saiyan girls were hot. It was just his �luck� that his errands on Kakarott�s
behalf took him through the colony on a regular basis.

�� When he returned
to Capsule corporation he was surprised to see the
girl from the woods sitting in the tree in the yard. �I see you�re not going
around bragging that you know me.�

�� What, and give
up my inside edge?� She dropped out of the tree. �I�m just glad I kept a straight
face back there.�

�� Thanks for not
blowing my cover. Who are you anyway?�

�� Shiso, house of Targon.
I�m a carpenter.�

�� A carpenter?�

�� Call me if you
want a coffee table. I need something better to do in my spare time than eavesdropping,
though. Got any advice?�

�� Why is she asking me that? Unless � she�s a sly one.
�If you�ve got Earth money, get a video game system. Gamestation
is best. Hit a club or something. Or train more,
you�ve got sticks in your hair.�

�� Oh. Thanks, see you!� She hopped over the fence and then sailed
into the air. Hn. A carpenter. If she learns to play worth a damn, I might
even give her a chance.

***

And the plot thickens! ^^

Next chapter: Kakarott is going on a trip, and guess who�s left holding the fort. Events of
Pure Evil 3.
- 7
- 8
- 9
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