A Trip to the Future

::Authors Note::

::FoxxyJones:: Thank you for reviewing. I’ll try to update sooner next time.

::JustPassingBy:: Thanks for passing by ::coughs:: I know I'm punny. Piccolo really is in his own world in this story and you’ll understand Bulma’s perspective soon.

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After the party everyone decided to crash at Capsule Corp. Needless to say there was a good amount of alcohol being passed around. Bulma has a knack for knowing how to host a party. Keep everyone happy and boozed up. With everyone in their respective rooms the house grew silent. Well, silent to the non-Sayjin ears. Vegeta was content to pass right out not really giving two shits about the nagging blue haired beast on his back. Goku on the other hand sat at the kitchen table munching a midnight snack lost in contemplation.

‘Why were they so cruel to Mirai?’ Gokus’ brain hurt from his musings. It made no sense to him. Well he was nice to everyone, murders, uptight princes, Amazon spouses. Those were his friends too. He spent, how long with them in heaven?

Quiet footsteps broke his concentration. Turning to see a rather shaken boy walking down the hall, Goku stood smiling sympathetically. Mirai lifted his head realizing he wasn’t the only person awake in the house.

“Gomen…” Mirai apologized instinctively about to turn and leave. He had enough abuse for one day and didn’t need any more.

“Why are you sorry?” Goku asked standing and tilting his head to the side in inquiry.

Quirking an eyebrow up, Mirai really didn’t have an answer. He just kind of shrugged his shoulders.

Now it was Goku’s turn to be confused. “Oh well,” He chirped. “Were you hungry or something?” Goku asked trying to make conversation.

“Hmm, oh not really.” He trailed off wanting to avoid any confrontation. So he ignored his stomach screaming at him and made his way back upstairs to his room. Mirai really didn’t think Goku would be as cruel as the others were, but who’s really to tell. These weren’t his friends from the past. They were just, out of character.

Their mentalities were so off, perhaps it was that whole being dead thing. Mirai smirked to himself, ‘I’m out of the dead club.’ Everyone else had spent a good amount of time in the otherworld, he’d been dead for a grand total of 10 minutes. Mirai sighed to himself as he plopped himself down on the bed.

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“Okay boy,” Vegeta interrupted. This had been grating on his nerves since the damned boy had said it. “Why didn’t the woman shut the hell beast up?”

Mirai lifted his head from his hand and threw his hand to the side in the ‘who knows fashion’ but Vegeta didn’t buy it.

Vegeta watched his facial expressions closely. Mirai skipped a part of the story and didn’t intend on telling him. “What did you do?” he asked one last time in that oh so Vegeta voice we all love so much.

After a long silence, Mirai decided to give in. “I refused the position as president of Capsule Corp.”

“That can’t be it.” Vegeta interrupted yet again.

“Well that was just the icing.” Mirai joked back. “Oh when I told her I had no interest in women she went through the roof. Must have been all her dreams of grandchildren flying out the window that set her off, but after that she really didn’t bother too much with me anymore.” Mirai finished.

“You’re gay?” Goku asked innocently.

The “DUH’ looks didn’t even come close to covering what crossed Vegeta and Mirai’s face.

“So Otousan,” Mirai reverted his attention back to the shorter Sayjin. “That’s why she said nothing. She really couldn’t care to much about be now. I’m of no use to her.” Mirai spat before continuing with his story.

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The next few days went by with little problems. Mirai simply refused to eat with his family anymore and they in return didn’t seem to mind. So Mirai lost a few pounds and became more like a vampire than anything else, who cared right. If Gohan was so great, he could save the earth next time.

It was Goku who surprised the shit out of him. The lighthearted Sayjin would stop by at night to visit. It really threw Mirai for a loop when a large form would appear at his window tapping ever-so-quietly as not to disturb, say, an irritated sleeping prince.

Goku would always invite Mirai out for a spar, a walk, or food. Mirai couldn’t decide whether Goku felt sorry for him, or if he was just being friendly. But either way, Goku got whatever he wanted, and Mirai got out of the house.

It was when Majin Boo’s chi first became discernable when things truly went to pot. It wasn’t enough to pinpoint, but enough to know that training was in order. It was understandable to despise a young and powerful Demi-Sayjin that held more power than you. However; when that same boy months later looks like hell and half starved AND still was stronger than you, despise isn’t a strong enough word for what Vegeta felt.

Goku thought is was better to train with Vegeta during the day and Mirai at night. That way Vegeta stayed on his high and mighty pedestal, and Goku got to train with someone stronger.

So the day came when Babity released Majin Boo from his shell. The fight went rather poor at first. Who knew that incinerating a creature could be so fucking difficult? Vegeta Fought as hard as he could with Gohan and Goku but was still flattened by the pink beast. Mirai pretty much stood away from the fight after being told to go home and cry.

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“This is man’s work, I think Otousan said. Anyway…”

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They all fought their hardest but couldn’t touch him. He was such an awkward creature to fight. Conventional techniques wouldn’t work because he was made like silly putty. Concentrated blasts would pierce him, but they weren’t wide enough. Wide blasts would merely singe him and that drained too much energy. It was when Mirai saw Goku creating a spirit bomb is when he decided ‘fuck it.’ Majin Boo was not going to stand in one place and let Goku hit him with an energy ball.

So Mirai powered up to a super Sayjin receiving many shocked/angered expressions as a result. What was worse however was the fact that he needed to literally blow everyone away to give Goku the time to gather enough energy for the spirit bomb. Letting out a very Sayjin scream, Mirai powered up to just under an ascended Sayjin. Flying dead at the pink monstrosity, Mirai fought with as much force as he could muster.

Needless to say that fight went over fairly well. Mirai left with a few scratches, Goku got to be the hero (again), and everyone found a new and exciting reason to celebrate. Oh Joy. This get together was a little different from the last though. Goku didn’t join in the festivities. Rather, he spent the evening with Mirai. The whole evening and through to the morning trading stories about androids, heaven, the past, and anything else they could come up with.

One night after Goku had dinner with his family, he arrived at Capsule Corp as usual. Landing on Mirai’s porch, he waited patiently for his lavender haired friend to open the door. But when a minute or two passed and the curtain still wasn’t pulled back, Goku decided to take a peek into the dim room.

Sliding the door open, Goku looked in and found his lavender youth on the floor back to the post of the bed grinning ear to ear like a Cheshire cat.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” Goku asked catching a whiff of a rather potent whiskey. “Ahh…” Goku answered himself as Mirai lifted a bottle that had been resting next to him.

Goku leaned down to sit next to his drunken companion when the strangest thing happened. When he was leaning down Mirai jumped and wrapped his arms around the taller man’s neck. Catching the older Sayjin off guard, it sent Goku onto his back with the giggling Demi on his chest.

Goku stared up into the cerulean eyes of his friend forcing himself to smile at the awkward situation. “Your face is going to be so red in the morning.” Goku teased trying to untangle Mirai’s arms from his neck.

Mirai held tighter and leaned down to whisper in his prisoner’s ear. “So will yours...” Mirai breathed before cupping Goku’s face and placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

Goku stared in shock. This wasn’t really right, but it wasn’t unpleasant either. Chichi never felt this good to kiss and this was the happiest he had seen Mirai. ‘Oh fuck it’ Goku thought flipping over to pin Mirai under him.

It wasn’t long before Goku spent more time with Mirai than he did training with Vegeta. And that was really starting to pissed a certain Sayjin off.

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