Mirai Trunks comes back from the future and ends up receiving Goten’s affections, but a jealous Gohan is prepared to intervene.
Chapter 01
Lavender hair blew playfully against the young man’s face as a cool breeze whipped through the war torn countryside. Lapis blue eyes shimmered with tears that had he had ceased to cry ages ago. It was always like this. Whenever the young man gazed across the landscape, his heart lurched with memories…memories of his Gohan-san. How he longed to be with the man again; to hold him, to kiss him, to make love to him. To have that one night, that night before Gohan left him on that cliff: the same cliff Trunks was perched on high above the city below. That night had been when he lost his virginity to the much older man, the night when he for once in his scarred life felt love, the night when he knew he would forever love Gohan.
Trunks closed his eyes against the tears that threatened to fall. Yes, he would always love Gohan. The man who gave his life so he could live. It had taken Gohan’s death to cause him to transform into Super Saiyajin and still it was not enough. He was forced to travel through time and confront the Androids and Cell. He even met his Gohan’s younger duplicate. He was around all of those that had died in his timeline; Goku, his father Vegeta, Yamcha, Piccolo, Krillin, Tien, and Chiaotzu.
It was so amazing to just be around the warriors; he wasn’t lonely. Then, when Cell was defeated by Gohan, he bade his farewells and returned home. He was alone. He didn’t have a lover waiting for him with open arms nor did he have any friends to clap him on his back and say job well done. He only had his mother and she was busy repairing the world. Trunks chuckled. Bulma had insisted on building the rest of the world before starting on her own life. A sigh escaped the twenty year olds’ lips. He was barely over a teenager and he felt much older. He was all alone…
“Trunks?” came a hesitant voice behind him. He turned around slowly to see his mother’s blue eyes, so like his own, wide with worry. Her long blue hair was tied in a ponytail, a Capsule Corp. baseball cap on backwards. She gnawed her lip. “You miss them, ne?” Trunks could not lie to his mother. “Hai, I do.”
“Why don’t you go see them?”
“I can’t leave you here alone Kaasan.”
“I’m hardly alone Trunks! I demand you go see them!” Bulma crossed her arms. “I mean, I would also like to hear how everyone turned out. Give me the dirt on Vegeta.”
Trunks chuckled. “Yoshi, Kaasan. Are you sure you’ll be fine alone?”
“Of course I will be.” Bulma’s eyes had a mischievous twinkle. Her son fixed a knowing glare. “Oh okay! The time machine is all ready to go. I’ve had it running for three months.” She smiled as Trunks’ mouth gaped open. “Gomen Trunks-kun. I knew you’d never leave me here so I did the next best thing. If I had to I was going to force you.”
“Arigatou…Kaasan.”
***
Trunks leapt from the time machine and landed expertly on his feet. He smelled the air, so different from his own time. His world’s air smelt of blood and decay, this one smelt of flowers and grass. Trunks opened his eyes and smirked. ‘No wonder. I’m in the middle of a field. Good job picking the landing spot Kaasan.’ He bent to examine an amethyst colored flower.
“A royal teardrop? Haven’t seen one of those in a long while.” He rubbed his burning eyes with his fists. Damn those memories! He pulled the azure Capsule Corp. jacket tighter around his muscular form, a chill wind brushing past him. His ebony pants were baggy, his ebony tank top tight. All in all, he’d dressed the exact same way he had when he came here before. Trunks then remembered. “Just how far in time did Kaasan send me?”
He inspected the control panel. “Twenty years!!!” Trunks felt faint as he collapsed on the luxurious, soft grass. He groaned and laid on his back, giggling. “TWENTY YEARS!!! Oh my Kami…” he muttered the last part of his sentence. That was it. His mother WAS insane. Trunks slowly sat up, holding his aching head. He shoved the capsule for the time machine into his pockets along with his other ones. ‘Where do I go? Twenty years…They’ve probably all forgotten me…’
Trunks took to the skies and flew over the cities below, heading for the one place he was familiar with: Capsule Corporation. His double would be a year older than he. Trunks sighed. He was going to have to kill his mother when he returned home. There was no telling how Vegeta or Bulma would react. Trunks soared low and landed on the step in front of Capsule Corporation. He licked his dry lips, bolstering his courage when suddenly the door was flung open. A very excited Bulma greeted him, flinging her arms around him.
“Mirai-chan!!!” she squealed. She withdrew. Seeing his confused expression she started to explain. “See, I saw you flying over here! How have you been?”
“Great, Kaasan. You?”
“Oh, better than usual. Oh, come in!” Bulma squealed again and moved aside in invitation for Trunks to enter.
Trunks was immediately attacked by a small, blue haired girl. Trunks was amazed at her resemblance to Bulma and then it hit him. “This is your daughter?”
“Yep. She’s my angel. Bra-chan, this is Mirai.”
Bra regarded him sceptically. “He looks like niisan.” The seven year old girl ran from the living room shouting, “DADDY! DADDY!”
Trunks could only shake his head. “Whoa, Mom’s going to flip when she hears about this. Imagine…you and Otousan having another kid.”
“Yeah. I find it hard to believe at times as well. She’s also spoiled rotten.”
“Maybe that’s because ever since she was born, you’ve been spoiling her Mom,” a voice very much like Trunks came from behind them. Standing with another young man was Trunks’ duplicate except his hair was cut to his ears and his body was less refined in muscles. “So, you’re the revered Mirai. The one everyone talks about.” The duplicate (a/n: for Kami’s sake, I will call Mirai Trunks, Mirai from now on and Trunks will just be Trunks!) rolled his eyes.
Mirai found himself lost in the deepest brown eyes, the colour like melted pools of chocolate. The young man was his age with ebony hair that was lopsidedly cut, hair jutting to the side from his bangs. He was tall with a lean, sculpted physique much like Mirai’s although Mirai’s muscles were much bigger from his years and years of fighting. The young man’s skin was pale white, a contrast to his and Trunks’ own naturally bronzed skin. It took Mirai several minutes before finding his voice. “Uh…yeah. I’m Mirai…I guess.”
“WHOA! You’re the one Vegeta-san talks about?! The one who came through time and fought the Androids and CELL!!!” the young man squeaked in delight. His eyes were alight with wanton curiousness.
Mirai blushed, not used to the praise. He never referred to himself in those ways, never a hero. He had been unable to save his father, his friends, his lover! No, he did not deserve the praise. Mirai wasn’t sure why he was so flustered around the young man or the young man’s unhidden admiration. Then something caught Mirai’s attention. Those eyes…were HIS eyes!!
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