Living in the Past

Vegeta stood over his son. Well not really ‘his’ son per say, but the young man from the future which shared the same genetic makeup of the younger boy from his loins. Since Mirai got back from his obvious adventures, the only real movement Vegeta saw was from the window to the bed. Mirai slept like a rock, stoic features and all.

‘This is going to be a long day,’ Vegeta thought leering over the bed. Wheels were turning in Vegeta’s head trying to figure how would be the best way to deal with the situation. Mirai had stolen money, disobeyed his mothers’ wishes, and was now going to pay for his lapse of sanity.

Vegeta took one last look at the sleeping figure and made his way towards the door. The prince could only confront the young man when he was awake, so breakfast would not be out of the question before the inquisition was institutionalized on Mirai’s juvenile ass.

***

Mirai’s eyes snapped open after he was sure Vegeta had left and gone down stairs. ‘Oh Shit!’ He thought trying to gather his emotions as he sat up. ‘How could I be so stupid? I screwed everything up. It’s my fault, it always had been. My father was right. I am a waste of life.’ Thoughts of hatred and self abuse poured through his poor mind as he hastily gathered what few things he possessed and headed for his balcony.

The idea of rejection and hatred were fresh in his panicked mind as he took to the sky. Flying as fast as he could with a concealed chi was proving to be a feet in itself. But his mind was screaming at him to make as much distance with Capsule Corp as possible before his absence was made apparent.

Touching down in the middle of a heavily wooded area, Mirai stopped to rest and gather his thoughts. Placing his trembling back against a near by spruce, he threw his head to his hands and tried to force back the sobs that were pretty damn persistent.

“I fucked it all up.” He chocked out. “They were the only ones who gave a damn and I,” Mirai accentuated with a wave of his hand, “royally screwed it up. Otousan will probably kill me.” He laughed. “Breaking poor okaasan’s heart like that, what a great son I am.” Mirai finished with a slam of the back of his head to the tree.

Staring off into the thicket, the lavender haired youth pushed his mental assault away from his person to the more pressing issue. ‘Now what?’

***

Vegeta ate breakfast alone. The genius scientist was still sleeping and Vegeta had to fend for himself. It was probably better that she wasn’t there to bicker anyway. Silence had always helped the Sayjins’ brain to kick the gerbil into overdrive and start the figuring process.

The boy needed to be punished, but to what extent? Sure he did exactly what he was told not to, And then some. Stealing? That wasn’t like Mirai. ‘Well neither was half of the other personality quirks that seemed to surface in the short time he’d been residing in Capsule Corp.’

Mirai had snapped at his younger self when the little Sayjin only wanted to know where the ice cream was. Sure the seventeen year old was annoying as hell sometimes, but there was no reason to throw out quips like ‘a lustful moment’ and ‘natures accident’ to the kid. Hell, even Vegeta wouldn’t be that vicious unless rightfully deserved. ‘Or for amusement purposes only,’ The prince thought as a few charming sentences crossed his mind that were thrown to the baka third class Sayjin. But even then, Mirai was not right in the head and it was growing more and more apparent.

Vegeta finished his mindful musing as he cleared his dishes from the table and idly left them in the sink. ‘Play it by ear, I suppose.’ Vegeta thought as he made his way back to the room. Stopping briefly to remove any look of weakness or compassion, Vegeta donned his angry face and entered the room.

The empty room, the empty room with drawers on the floor, the empty room with empty drawers on the floor. Vegeta took a step back to calm himself, regain his senses and locate the boy. Livid would be a good word to describe the face Vegeta made when he realized Mirai had left and was shielding his chi. Making an about face, Vegeta stormed back downstairs to the phone where he would have to ask the only person on the planet who had the best chance of locating a shielded Sayjin. ‘Fucking Kakarot,’ Vegeta thought as he picked up the phone. Oh Mirai would burn now.

***

Mirai sat on the couch inside the capsule home his mother from the other time had given him. In the case that her calculations were wrong on Goku’s arrival to earth from the fight with Freeza, she wanted to make sure that Trunks had a place to sleep that wouldn’t make his presence known to those who didn’t need to know. ‘Thank Kami I still had this capsule,’ the traveler thought relaxing a bit into the cushions.

Mirai was currently content to hide from the world in his own little piece of existence. Money was going to be a little bit of a problem, but will a drug dealer really go to the cops to report a mugging? ‘Two birds with one stone.’ He thought lighting a cigarette. Letting out an elongated drag, the thought of never seeing his friends crossed Mirai’s frustrated mind. “No reason to dwell,” He spoke aloud, “they’ll either hate me or forget me. Things will work out for the best I suppose.” He finished with a sigh of defeat. Hated or not, he hated being alone.

Silence had never been good to the youth. Memories long since repressed had a habit of clawing their way to the surface and violently attacking the broken defenses of a battered soul. If the memories ever won over, bad ideas became more than ideas. And with no one around to find you, actions had a way of taking on permanent consequences. But two choices remained. Stay hidden or face Vegeta and be shunned by the Z warriors. “What a choice.” Trunks laughed bitterly as he rested his head down on the arm of the couch. “I’ll think about it later.” He spoke aloud unknowing to him that it wasn’t going to be the last conversation that he would share with his convoluted thoughts.

***

Goku: I wasn’t even in this one!
Vegeta: Oh shut it.
Goku: But I wanna talk.
Mirai: I think I need Prozac.
Blue Ki: We’ve only just begun dearest Trunks.
Mirai: Well that’s not an ominous fortune or anything…
Blue Ki: ::grins::