A Trip to the Future
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,163
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Monsters in Disguise
The weeks went by with little problems. Everyone was adjusting well to being alive again and business was really booming for the psychiatrists. So the people who survived the holocaust were a little traumatized, nothing a little Prozac couldn’t fix.
As for the z gang, life continued as usual. Chichi had her wonder son and dead husband back to harass. Yamcha and Krillen were living at Master Roshi’s enjoying the sun with the old pervert. Piccolo spent most of his time at the lookout with Dende, who decided to become Earth’s new guardian (going on the fact Piccolo and Kami fused…Don’t question me!!) Bulma was arguing with the stubborn Prince of all pains in the asses and was going to hold a huge get-together and everyone was invited. The only person who seemed to be lost in the woodwork was Mirai.
**
‘DING DONG’ (oh shut up, you know the door makes that sound)
Bulma got up from the couch to answer the irritating bell. Grumbling something about breaking the bell with a hammer she opened the door to her first guests. Gohan and Chichi greeted the blue haired scientist with a hug on their way through the door.
“Konnichiwa Bulma-San.” Gohan said handing her one of his mother’s homemade pies she insisted on making.
“Hello Gohan.” Bulma replied before looking behind them. “Where’s your father?”
Gohan smiled sheepishly. “I thought he was here already. I haven’t seen him all day. I figured he and Vegeta were beating the piss out of one another.”
Chichi slapped her only son on the arm physically berating him for swearing. Even at his age, mother always knows best.
“Oh well Gohan.” Bulma smirked. “If I know Goku, he’d never give up the opportunity for free food.”
After Gohan and Chichi came the rest of the group. Even Piccolo decided to make an appearance, even though he stayed in his own little world. As Bulma sat her guest down at the tables outside she noticed there were far too many Sayjins missing. Goku, her husband, and her son were all absent. Excusing herself from the group, Bulma made her way to the Gravity chamber figuring that would be the best place to start.
Upon reaching the door she noticed that her woman’s intuition paid off again. Sure enough there was Goku and Vegeta, beating the be-Jesus out of one another.
“Food.” Bulma said over the intercom causing an immediate power down from Goku who, quite literally, flew through the door.
“For Fucks Sake!” Vegeta screamed. This was the first good spar he had in ages and the Fucking baka was running off for a snack break. “Not everyone had the opportunity to spar when they were dead, Kisama.” Vegeta seethed marching out the door hands on hips breathing like a bull.
‘Well, that’s two of three.’ Bulma thought making her way towards the stairs. Reaching her son’s room, she cautiously entered. Barging in wouldn’t be a good idea for the self-conscious Demi-Sayjin that seemed to always be changing whenever she came in. Looking in, Bulma found her son sitting near the window.
“Trunks?” Bulma inquired startling the poor kid.
“Hai…” Mirai answered shaking his head from his daydream.
“Gee honey, keep sitting like the window like that and people are going to start to think things.” Bulma teased.
Mirai stood up stretching and smiled. “You know, a mother is a boys’ best friend.” He joked in an eerie voice.
“Okay Norman Bates,” Bulma laughed. “Come outside, look at your food, and be sociable.” Bulma finished before retreating through the door.
Watching his mother leave a deep frown crossed Mirais’ face. He had never eaten as much as his father, or even Gohan for that matter. Eating disorder jokes had lost their humor a long time ago. Mirai shrugged it off. ‘Okaasan probably didn’t realize what she said anyway.’ Mirai thought making his way out of his room to the party.
**
The first thing Mirai noticed was that ‘these people’ were not the same as the friends he had in the past. Yamcha seemed to loath his existence. ‘But that’s typical for any ex.’ Gohan no longer would give him the time of day, nor would his mother for that matter. She was busy being the social butterfly to even acknowledge his existence. ‘Probably enjoying her old friends company again, that’s understandable.’ Chichi was the most shocking of everyone though.
“Oh my poor Gohan had to put up with so much in those days.” Chichi stabbed jokingly.
Pulling Mirai from his thoughts, his attention now focused on the woman he, for all intensive purposes, thought of as a second mother.
Finding she had caught the attention of the subject she really laid into him. “You know, if My Gohan hadn’t spent all his time training you, I’m sure he would have beaten the androids.” She said smiling an ear to ear Cheshire cat smile. Before Mirai could protest she continued, “You really didn’t do much really. Anyone could have gone back in that time machine. Bulma is the real hero.” Chichi finished. Nothing pleased her more than the look of hurt and betrayal on that stupid boy’s face. ‘Good. That doesn’t even come close to the Years of pain I had to suffer without my only son.’
Mirai was lost for words. He hadn’t been expecting such animosity from the woman across from him. And what was worse, no one said anything in his defense. His mother seemed more interested in her cup of coffee and his father seemed more amused than anything. But what hurt the most was Gohan. Gohan held his head up and stared right at Mirai. He damn well believed that he could have beaten the androids; it was a favor to a crying boy that he trained the weakling to protect himself.
Mirai silently stood from the table, bowed his head respectively and retreated back into the house. Swearing he heard his father mutter ‘coward,’ Mirai slid the door shut and ran to his room when he was out of sight.
**
“They said that to you…” Goku asked in awe.
Mirai simply nodded putting another cancer stick in his mouth and igniting it before continuing.
**
Mirai had some rough times before, but this took the cake. Fuck taking the cake. This held up the entire bakery. He slammed his door and locked it. Sliding down the wooden rectangle, he shook with raw emotion. Never in a million years had he seen this coming. He thought everyone would be the same as they were in the past. ‘They died around the same age...’ he thought breath hitching in his throat. It just didn’t make any sense. ‘Why would they be so cruel?’ he couldn’t help thinking keeping his chi hidden. The last thing he really wanted was his real father, and everyone else who could notice it, sensing him cry. They knew anyway, but it was still nice to pretend.
Everyone at the table continued conversation as if nothing had happened. Laughing about old times and experiences in the afterlife never seemed to get old. The only person at the gathering who seemed the least bit shaken looked around at the monsters he called friends. Goku tried to contemplate how anyone could be so heartless. Of course, he too, had gone unnoticed by the mob.
**
::Mirai:: I don’t cry…:sniffles:
::Vegeta:: :points: loser!
::Goku:: That’s really not nice guys.
::Vegeta:: Oh stuff it softy.
As for the z gang, life continued as usual. Chichi had her wonder son and dead husband back to harass. Yamcha and Krillen were living at Master Roshi’s enjoying the sun with the old pervert. Piccolo spent most of his time at the lookout with Dende, who decided to become Earth’s new guardian (going on the fact Piccolo and Kami fused…Don’t question me!!) Bulma was arguing with the stubborn Prince of all pains in the asses and was going to hold a huge get-together and everyone was invited. The only person who seemed to be lost in the woodwork was Mirai.
**
‘DING DONG’ (oh shut up, you know the door makes that sound)
Bulma got up from the couch to answer the irritating bell. Grumbling something about breaking the bell with a hammer she opened the door to her first guests. Gohan and Chichi greeted the blue haired scientist with a hug on their way through the door.
“Konnichiwa Bulma-San.” Gohan said handing her one of his mother’s homemade pies she insisted on making.
“Hello Gohan.” Bulma replied before looking behind them. “Where’s your father?”
Gohan smiled sheepishly. “I thought he was here already. I haven’t seen him all day. I figured he and Vegeta were beating the piss out of one another.”
Chichi slapped her only son on the arm physically berating him for swearing. Even at his age, mother always knows best.
“Oh well Gohan.” Bulma smirked. “If I know Goku, he’d never give up the opportunity for free food.”
After Gohan and Chichi came the rest of the group. Even Piccolo decided to make an appearance, even though he stayed in his own little world. As Bulma sat her guest down at the tables outside she noticed there were far too many Sayjins missing. Goku, her husband, and her son were all absent. Excusing herself from the group, Bulma made her way to the Gravity chamber figuring that would be the best place to start.
Upon reaching the door she noticed that her woman’s intuition paid off again. Sure enough there was Goku and Vegeta, beating the be-Jesus out of one another.
“Food.” Bulma said over the intercom causing an immediate power down from Goku who, quite literally, flew through the door.
“For Fucks Sake!” Vegeta screamed. This was the first good spar he had in ages and the Fucking baka was running off for a snack break. “Not everyone had the opportunity to spar when they were dead, Kisama.” Vegeta seethed marching out the door hands on hips breathing like a bull.
‘Well, that’s two of three.’ Bulma thought making her way towards the stairs. Reaching her son’s room, she cautiously entered. Barging in wouldn’t be a good idea for the self-conscious Demi-Sayjin that seemed to always be changing whenever she came in. Looking in, Bulma found her son sitting near the window.
“Trunks?” Bulma inquired startling the poor kid.
“Hai…” Mirai answered shaking his head from his daydream.
“Gee honey, keep sitting like the window like that and people are going to start to think things.” Bulma teased.
Mirai stood up stretching and smiled. “You know, a mother is a boys’ best friend.” He joked in an eerie voice.
“Okay Norman Bates,” Bulma laughed. “Come outside, look at your food, and be sociable.” Bulma finished before retreating through the door.
Watching his mother leave a deep frown crossed Mirais’ face. He had never eaten as much as his father, or even Gohan for that matter. Eating disorder jokes had lost their humor a long time ago. Mirai shrugged it off. ‘Okaasan probably didn’t realize what she said anyway.’ Mirai thought making his way out of his room to the party.
**
The first thing Mirai noticed was that ‘these people’ were not the same as the friends he had in the past. Yamcha seemed to loath his existence. ‘But that’s typical for any ex.’ Gohan no longer would give him the time of day, nor would his mother for that matter. She was busy being the social butterfly to even acknowledge his existence. ‘Probably enjoying her old friends company again, that’s understandable.’ Chichi was the most shocking of everyone though.
“Oh my poor Gohan had to put up with so much in those days.” Chichi stabbed jokingly.
Pulling Mirai from his thoughts, his attention now focused on the woman he, for all intensive purposes, thought of as a second mother.
Finding she had caught the attention of the subject she really laid into him. “You know, if My Gohan hadn’t spent all his time training you, I’m sure he would have beaten the androids.” She said smiling an ear to ear Cheshire cat smile. Before Mirai could protest she continued, “You really didn’t do much really. Anyone could have gone back in that time machine. Bulma is the real hero.” Chichi finished. Nothing pleased her more than the look of hurt and betrayal on that stupid boy’s face. ‘Good. That doesn’t even come close to the Years of pain I had to suffer without my only son.’
Mirai was lost for words. He hadn’t been expecting such animosity from the woman across from him. And what was worse, no one said anything in his defense. His mother seemed more interested in her cup of coffee and his father seemed more amused than anything. But what hurt the most was Gohan. Gohan held his head up and stared right at Mirai. He damn well believed that he could have beaten the androids; it was a favor to a crying boy that he trained the weakling to protect himself.
Mirai silently stood from the table, bowed his head respectively and retreated back into the house. Swearing he heard his father mutter ‘coward,’ Mirai slid the door shut and ran to his room when he was out of sight.
**
“They said that to you…” Goku asked in awe.
Mirai simply nodded putting another cancer stick in his mouth and igniting it before continuing.
**
Mirai had some rough times before, but this took the cake. Fuck taking the cake. This held up the entire bakery. He slammed his door and locked it. Sliding down the wooden rectangle, he shook with raw emotion. Never in a million years had he seen this coming. He thought everyone would be the same as they were in the past. ‘They died around the same age...’ he thought breath hitching in his throat. It just didn’t make any sense. ‘Why would they be so cruel?’ he couldn’t help thinking keeping his chi hidden. The last thing he really wanted was his real father, and everyone else who could notice it, sensing him cry. They knew anyway, but it was still nice to pretend.
Everyone at the table continued conversation as if nothing had happened. Laughing about old times and experiences in the afterlife never seemed to get old. The only person at the gathering who seemed the least bit shaken looked around at the monsters he called friends. Goku tried to contemplate how anyone could be so heartless. Of course, he too, had gone unnoticed by the mob.
**
::Mirai:: I don’t cry…:sniffles:
::Vegeta:: :points: loser!
::Goku:: That’s really not nice guys.
::Vegeta:: Oh stuff it softy.