Back Training In Time
by Kurahieiritr JIO     More by this Writer
Videl divorces and get the sole custody of Pan. But this isn’t enough, she decides to break the saiyan psychic bond uniting her with Gohan bringing him on the verge of death. Will Trunks manage to save Gohan with the imprinting ritual Vegeta mentioned?…

This story is freely inspired from the movie “Back to the Future”.



Chapter 01
Trunks sat at the control panel, concentrating on getting the newest alterations in the missing time machine codes correct. His mother and he had tried for years to figure out the three strings of code that had made it possible for Mirai Trunks to come back in time, creating an alternate dimension. For several years it had been their mother- son, pet project.

Bulma had become obsessed with figuring out how to repair Cell’s broken time machine, upon having discovered it, in a corner of his room, when he was a one and a half year old. No one knew exactly how it had gotten into his room, but the family suspected him of snatching it out of the capsule carry case that Mirai Trunks had brought along, when he visited the second time.

Even as a one and a half year old toddler, he had been into more mischief than many children, three times his age. He smirked, thinking about all the things people had told him about his infancy. As his often grouchy sire had said quite frequently when Trunks had reached an age that Vegeta assumed he could understand his previously committed infractions, he had been a very obnoxious baby set upon creating a never ending melodrama of demands and frustrated shrieking, upon those occasions where he found himself thwarted in his agendas.

Trunks had caused a lot of chaos around the home front when he was an infant. One of his favourite infantile preoccupations had revolved around attempting to yank out tufts of his father’s hair, screaming in his father’s ears, when he couldn’t gain the handful of hair that he had desired as a personal trophy. Vegeta, had returned the favour, in kind, by spending a great deal of his own time, and energy, in trying to refrain from murdering his infant son and starting over by siring a new heir.

It had been the painful experience of his infant son’s attempts to yank out his hair that had prompted Vegeta to get his hair cut short, when Bulma announced that she was pregnant a second time. Memories of his son’s antics had swayed him where before, no amount of threatening, cajoling, nor bribery on Bulma’s part had gained any form of compliance from the stubborn Saiyajin royal.

The thought of his father getting a flat top out of a sense of self preservation, still amused Trunks. After learning of his long forgotten fixation for grabbing fists full of other people’s hair, he had understood his father’s choice in hairstyle also. Trunks had seen a picture where he had even grabbed his future self’s long lavender mane, attempting to yank it out, on the only occasion anyone could remember of his having come into close contact with the mysterious young man who had struggled to help them save their world.

Trunks thoughts shifted, with a quicksilver change of mood. He glanced down at his wrist watch to see how long he had been avoiding the world, since leaving his office for the day. It was after five o’clock, but he still had three hours before it got dark. He debated with himself for a few minutes over whether or not he should return home, in case Gohan tried to call him there.

Trunks found that he didn’t have the nerve to leave for the evening, and face off with his mother in their ongoing war over his having become imprinted to Gohan, an irreversible decision that Trunks had no regrets in having made. Bulma was furious because she wouldn’t have grandchildren around, unless Trunks married one of the bimbos she had tried to foist upon him time and again. Of course, Bulma was ignoring the fact that she had a daughter, who was perfectly capable of granting her wish for grandchildren when she found the right person to settle down with.

ChiChi had proven to be equally adamant that he and Gohan shouldn’t get involved with each other, beyond the most platonic of friendships. Both women were angry that their respective sons had become a couple in the last few weeks, especially ChiChi, who stubbornly refused to give up on the idea of putting Gohan and Videl’s marriage back together, through will-power, threats and even guilt trips.

Trunks understood their concerns, and fears. He knew that neither woman could accept that Gohan relied upon Trunks for multiple levels of support, though both had claimed to understand that Gohan would not survive without Trunks’ continued presence, thanks to Vegeta’s interference for both his son, and Gohan’s sake. Vegeta had given them both some idea of what to expect due to the strains on their unpremeditated imprint to each other, in which Trunks had given up so much of himself in order to save Gohan’s life two and a half months before.

Trunks had also chosen to warn Gohan and Vegeta to expect a great deal of hostility, when, and if their relationship began to change in the manner Vegeta said that it would. He was glad that he had thought to tell Gohan that they should both expect resistance from their respective families, in advance, and why. He had defended his, and Gohan’s mothers’ reactions to their sons’ situation, as they became aware of the new developments in both men’s lives.

Trunks’ felt that ChiChi’s reaction was based on her fear of Gohan having his reputation ruined. If it became known that he was in a relationship with another man, Gohan’s work would promptly fire him, as gay and lesbian personnel were frowned upon in the education system. Trunks knew that she had a valid reason for being worried, yet her loud protests were the very thing that could lead to Gohan losing his beloved career.

Trunks knew that such an unfortunate occurrence wouldn’t pose a financial problem. He was the president, and more or less, half owner of Capsule Corporation. Yet, Gohan would hate not being allowed to do the work he had come to love the most, especially during these trying times he was forced to endure during his recent, high stress level, lifestyle change. Losing his career would be a devastating blow for Gohan, potentially generating deep resentments and pain, after having dedicated so many years to his scholarly pursuits, as his mother had desired.

Trunks understood Gohan’s love of his career better than most. While Gohan would often work additional hours tutoring students out of his sense of accomplishment and pride in his students improvement, Trunks routinely attempted to ditch his detestable job, at every opportunity. Trunks didn’t hide the fact that he hated his current duties. Being the president of Capsule Corp. meant that he was forced to do hours of drudgery, by reading over and signing tons of paperwork every day.

Trunks preferred to use his brains for something other than repetitious reading, writing in new clauses to change specific portions of important contracts, and signing documents, that met with his eventual approval, for so many hours out of each day. If he was granted a reprieve from the never ending mountain of paperwork, it was for torture sessions in long, redundant board- meetings, or playing the perfect eligible bachelor role at some upscale party being held in his honour, a transparent attempt to curry favour with himself or his family.

Trunks envied his mother’s new role, as the head developer of new Capsules, and other technical equipment the company had begun to branch into. She could avoid the extreme boredom of never ending board meetings, reading the tons of poorly written experimental development packets with their haphazard demographics, and profit potential projections that had nothing to do with reality, and everything to do with attempting to get the president to fund personal pet projects.

Trunks hated the ad campaigns he was supposed to clear for production even more than he hated the badly prepared development packets. Trunks had often thought that the bulk of the Capsule Corporation’s in house advertising department had to be the most idiotic, and insulting people on the planet. The presentations they gave left a bad taste in his mouth, and a desire to retch over their presumptions that all people were mindless fools, who would buy anything that had a silly jingle attached. Trunks had long made a point of finding any excuse, plausible or not, to escape the advertisement department’s appointments to discuss the specifics of the latest campaign that they felt deserved an exorbitant budget to implement.

Trunks realized with a start, that he had been staring at the lab’s telephone, hanging conspicuously on the wall, while his mind had wandered through cobwebs of the past, and dilemmas of the present. He glanced at the laboratory door, wishing fervently that Gohan would walk through it, and explain what in the name of the seven levels of Hell had happened in court during the last forty eight hours. He hadn’t heard from Goten which was equally bad. His best friend had always contacted him before with updates on the daily battle over Pan’s custody in the past. After all, it had been Goten who had helped keep things quiet for him for six and a half years, while he had silently watched Gohan from a distance, continually falling deeper in love without any hope of ever having his feelings returned.

He hadn’t been able to get in touch with Gohan, to see what had transpired in court during the last two days, and felt a great deal of anxiety over his current lack of information. He knew that he was getting desperate for answers as to whether or not Gohan would need someone to help him sort through the newest set of tangled reasoning, and half truths, which often plagued his dark haired, significant other, now that Videl had left and filed for a divorce.

Trunks had tried everything he could think of to reach Gohan, short of telepathically screaming at him. Although Trunks was concerned about Gohan’s apparent vanishing act, he knew that Gohan was unharmed. Trunks was aware of Gohan’s moods, needs, and feelings, thanks to their Saiyajin empathic abilities, which united them in a unique way. He knew that he would sense that something was wrong, if Gohan were to be injured, or emotionally traumatized, in a devastating manner.

Trunks had learned that Gohan hadn’t been to work, nor his home, in the last forty- eight hours, by calling his work and leaving a message, which Gohan hadn’t returned. He had also stopped by Gohan’s home, which he had a key for, and was quick to discover that Gohan hadn’t been there either. There was no evidence of any food having been taken from the refrigerator, nor had any of the things on Gohan’s desk been touched since he had been there with Gohan, three days past.

As expected, ChiChi had stone-walled him when he had called earlier to enquire as to the whereabouts of Gohan, or Goten. Still, for all the patience he had been digging deep within himself to exercise, there had been no messages on his pager, his machine, nor at his desk, from his secretary’s daily list of calls, that morning, nor this evening, before he left for home.

Trunks tossed his hands up, whirling away from the computer console, fuming inwardly. Why had he listened to Gohan, when Gohan had told him to stay put and let him handle the situation that Videl had created without anyone’s help? In part, he knew it was because of the rumours about them that had started less than a month ago.

Trunks couldn’t fault Gohan in wanting to keep their newly evolving relationship quiet, until after things had settled down, and all the legalities were concluded. Although he didn’t fault the thought behind Gohan’s request, he hated being cut out of that part of Gohan’s life, even temporarily.



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