A Trip to the Future

::Vegeta:: Is she writing with us again?!?
::Goku:: Hey I liked the last fic.
::Mirai:: You Would : charges large chi blast:
::Goku:: Hey this is a different fic. You can’t hold me to what I did then.
::Mirai:: Like Hell I Can’t!! : Fires blast in Goku’s general direction:
::Vegeta:: Just kill me now.
::BlueKi:: That can be arranged.
::Vegeta:: DAMN!

**

Vegeta watched his future son walk to the table in the corner of the room. Taking one last drag, Mirai put his cigarette out and fishes around his coat for his elusive pack.

Goku, bless his naïve soul, looked at the young adults’ left arm. “Did you go to the doctors?”

Mirai glanced up and let out an ill humored laugh before returning his attention to finding what he was looking for. “Yes Goku, I went to the doctors. Needed my medication.” Mirai trailed off lighting another cancer stick and sucking down a drag.

Vegeta so far from the stupidity that stood mere meters away knew damn well that his Future son was taking some very nasty stuff decided not to embarrass him right now and mentioned nothing more about it.

“So…what took you two so long?” Mirai asked again setting his elbow on the table and resting his head on his fist. “The last time I sensed you was about four months ago. I assumed you were jumping through time to destroy Majin Boo.”

Again it never ceased to amaze Vegeta the deducting ability of the Briefs brain at work.

“You could sense us?” Goku asked disappointed that his abilities to hide his chi were compromised.

“Oh don’t look so hurt Goku.” he answered. “I spent How many years of my life keeping track of where the androids were at all times? I appreciate the support but you missed that pink glob by about 3 weeks.”

Now it was Vegeta and Goku’s turn to look irritated and pissed. All that work to miss the stupid thing.

“Oh don’t look so upset Goku. I’m happy to see a friendly face for once.” Mirai complimented forcing a smile to his dismal face before referring the next question to his father. “Did you really think a caring, protective mother would allow her son’s friends to see him in this kind of state? Please, letting you guys up here was her idea of a morbid joke.” He finished turning his head from the only two people on this planet that could care whether he lived or pumped enough shit into his body to do what the androids, Cell, Majin Boo, and years of torture could not.

Vegeta looked shocked. “Why…”

“Because” Mirai cut him off before the inevitable question passed his fathers’ lips. “I’m the uptime of a fuck up. Sure I saved the world and everyone on it, what, Three times now? But who cares about that?” Mirai ranted starting to get rather heated in his explanation. “You sleep with one married man and suddenly everyone is against you.” Mirai laughed.

Poor Goku wasn’t following most of what Mirai was saying. ‘Did he just that no one here likes him?’ and ‘Married man?’ were two thoughts that tried to compute through a brain that functioned around food, sex and fighting. Either way, Mirai didn’t look very well and he was the king of helping people with their problems and making them happy again.

“So what happened?” Vegeta asked getting irritated with this whole dance there were making around the bush.

“Before or after Majin Boo?” Mirai asked knowing full well that when he finished he’d be back to where he had started from, everyone would despise him and wait for the phone call that he was dead. Found on the bathroom floor or something like that. It wouldn’t be the first time he thought about it. But hey, years of abuse he couldn’t even begin to describe will have that effect on a person.

“Why don’t you start from the beginning, Trunks.” Vegeta said pulling one of the chairs from the table out.

Now that defiantly caught Goku’s attention. Vegeta said Mirai’s name. Not boy or brat. Something must be seriously wrong. Goku sat opposite of Vegeta and listened carefully to every word that would come out, wanting to help out as much as he could (Goku is stuck in help mode right now).

Mirai took a breath and took this as the last time anyone would ever stand to hear him talk. After this, there would truly be no one there to listen. These two couldn’t be that different from the monsters here that hurt him worse than anyone or thing he had encountered. So Mirai bit the bullet and spoke.