A Trip to the Future
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,167
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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::Authors note::
Why hello there. ::looks out at readers:: Put your pants back on. I killed my other computer. But I have a new one to destroy now, so here is your update.
::Vegeta:: :smirks:
::BlueKi:: Don’t say a word.
::Mirai:: So when are you going to tell them about how you fried your computer with beer?
**
Goku couldn’t believe it. ‘Vegeta had been torturing his own son out of spite’ He though standing up from the table and making his way towards the door. Goku walked down stairs meeting the eyes of a ginning Sayjin. Vegeta obviously assumed that Goku was angry with Mirai, why else would he let Goku get so close.
Vegeta didn’t have time speak before Goku had punched the uptight prince dead in the face, sending him into the adjacent wall.
Bulma, having just walked out from her lab, screamed in shock at the sight. Sure she had seen the two (well her two) spar many times, but this was different. Goku looked like he would kill Vegeta.
“Stop it Goku!” Bulma pleaded trying to close the distance between Goku and herself.
Goku stopped short of Vegeta’s location, who was having great difficulty in trying to stand. Ignoring Bulma all together he raised his hand and was fully prepared to blast a few good sized holes into the offending Sayjin.
“That’s enough Kakarot.” Vegeta said calmly walking down the stairs. “It’s not worth the effort to kill him. Besides, who is going to attempt to save this planet the next time something decides to cause mass destruction?”
Goku looked away from the dizzy Sayjin to the staircase. Vegeta stood with a bag in one hand and a capsule in the other. Trunks wasn’t far behind, but the lavender haired boy seemed to be more interested in his cringing father than anything else.
Goku decided it would be best to leave Vegeta alive, even though for once in his life he would Really not mind killing the Sayjin who was now glaring daggers at him.
“Kisama..” Vegeta seethed starting to power up.
Bulma, who had been observing the whole scene, decided now would be a good time to speak up. Seeing as her house was about to be destroyed. “Vegeta, please” She said as calmly as possible. “They’re leaving. So just let them leave.” She finished putting a hand on her husbands shoulder, flinching at the heat radiating off of him.
Vegeta stood for a second in contemplation. Taking a breath, he spit blood at Goku’s feet and stormed off towards the gravity chamber. ‘I’ll get even with him later’ Vegeta thought. But what Vegeta hadn’t noticed what his counterpart said. Trunks was leaving with the two Sayjins. And he was not coming back.
“Well I hope you’re happy Trunks.” Bulma said deciding to bury the knife a little deeper before he left. “You got everything you’ve ever wanted. So go ahead, leave with your friends. See how long it will take before they get just as sick of you as we did. But don’t you dare come back here when they do, because…”
“Oh blow it out your ass, you flaky ditz.” Goku replied cutting her off.
Vegeta put his hand on Trunks’ lower back escorting him out the door. He’d be damned if anyone tried to hurt his son anymore. Trunks kept his eyes down the few steps it took from the stairs to the door. The few steps however, felt like and eternity. He knew that if he looked at his mother, he wouldn’t leave. With everything that had happened. The rejection, betrayal, and pain, he still loved his mother. So without a word to her, Mirai made it out the door and toward the time machine that Vegeta had just set up.
“Blow it out your ass, you flaky ditz? Kakarot I didn’t think you had it in you.” Vegeta laughed loading Trunks’ possessions into the storage space.
Goku blushed putting his hand behind his head grinning. “So where would you like to stay when we get back Mirai?” Goku asked turning his attention to the silent youth in front of him. The look on Mirai’s face was heart breaking. Goku thought Trunks would be happy to be leaving, so why did he look like someone just died.
“It doesn’t matter.” Mirai answered. “Can we just leave before my fath…Vegeta realizes that I’m going?”
Goku gave a sympathetic smile. Mirai still loved his family. No matter what they did to him, he still cared for them. It was in his nature.
“Well I suppose that we should get going then.” Goku said lifting off the ground and into the time capsule he’d been stuck in for too long now. It would be good to get back and it would defiantly be good for a certain battered Demi.
The machine lifted into the air and disappeared from sight leaving behind a tired mother and a hateful father who watched the only thing that had ever been good to the earth leave.
**
Trunks and Goten were sitting on the couch contemplating how they were going to get into the liquor cabinet when a familiar energy signature caught their attention.
“Dad’s back!” They said in unison hopping off the couch to greet their Traveling fathers. Vegeta had just made it through the door when a purple haired caffeine nut attacked him with a thousand questions.
“Did you beat Majin boo? What was the other time like? Did you meet your other self? What was I like in the past?” Trunks rambled on ignoring the irritated appearance that was growing across Vegeta’s face.
“Is he always this energetic?” Mirai asked stepping to the side of his father.
“Pretty much.” Vegeta answered making his way down the hall to fill in ‘his’ blue haired genius about the situation.
Goten and Trunks looked like they would explode.
“You look just like Trunks.” Goten said now attacking Mirai with words.
“Can you read my thoughts?” Trunks asked.
“Did you beat Majin Boo?”
“What am I thinking now?”
“Hey you two,” Goku started trying to save the poor time traveler who was now cornered. “I’m sure he would love to tell you stories, but I think we need to leave him alone for a little bit.”
Trunks and Goten groaned a yes and left to finish their plans. Before Trunks retreated into the living room he asked,” so how long will…um…He or I be staying?”
“Mirai,” Goku answered,” will be staying here from now on. Now, go play.” Goku said pointing towards his hyperventilating son. Muffled sounds of excitement could be heard and Goku just shook his head.
“Thank you.” Mirai said making his way upstairs. Today had been a Very long day and he just wanted to sleep.
Goku smiled watching his old friend make his way up the stairs. When Mirai was out of sight he went to find Vegeta who by now had told Bulma what’s up.
Mirai walked into the guest room that was his in ‘his time’ and sighed. Dropping his things to the floor, Mirai collapsed on the bed. He dreaded waking up for there will be far too many questions he didn’t want to answer. Not to mention Rehabs a bitch. Either way, he was home now and there was nothing that could tear him from his friends. Well, nothing he could think of at the moment anyway.
**
::Authors Note::
Ok it is done. I may do a sequel. Let me know if you want one.
(Note, I was going on the fact that Goku with the power of a Super Sayjin 3 has just laid a really nasty punch on an unsuspecting ascended Super Sayjin :so no complaining about Vegeta being a bitch:)
Why hello there. ::looks out at readers:: Put your pants back on. I killed my other computer. But I have a new one to destroy now, so here is your update.
::Vegeta:: :smirks:
::BlueKi:: Don’t say a word.
::Mirai:: So when are you going to tell them about how you fried your computer with beer?
**
Goku couldn’t believe it. ‘Vegeta had been torturing his own son out of spite’ He though standing up from the table and making his way towards the door. Goku walked down stairs meeting the eyes of a ginning Sayjin. Vegeta obviously assumed that Goku was angry with Mirai, why else would he let Goku get so close.
Vegeta didn’t have time speak before Goku had punched the uptight prince dead in the face, sending him into the adjacent wall.
Bulma, having just walked out from her lab, screamed in shock at the sight. Sure she had seen the two (well her two) spar many times, but this was different. Goku looked like he would kill Vegeta.
“Stop it Goku!” Bulma pleaded trying to close the distance between Goku and herself.
Goku stopped short of Vegeta’s location, who was having great difficulty in trying to stand. Ignoring Bulma all together he raised his hand and was fully prepared to blast a few good sized holes into the offending Sayjin.
“That’s enough Kakarot.” Vegeta said calmly walking down the stairs. “It’s not worth the effort to kill him. Besides, who is going to attempt to save this planet the next time something decides to cause mass destruction?”
Goku looked away from the dizzy Sayjin to the staircase. Vegeta stood with a bag in one hand and a capsule in the other. Trunks wasn’t far behind, but the lavender haired boy seemed to be more interested in his cringing father than anything else.
Goku decided it would be best to leave Vegeta alive, even though for once in his life he would Really not mind killing the Sayjin who was now glaring daggers at him.
“Kisama..” Vegeta seethed starting to power up.
Bulma, who had been observing the whole scene, decided now would be a good time to speak up. Seeing as her house was about to be destroyed. “Vegeta, please” She said as calmly as possible. “They’re leaving. So just let them leave.” She finished putting a hand on her husbands shoulder, flinching at the heat radiating off of him.
Vegeta stood for a second in contemplation. Taking a breath, he spit blood at Goku’s feet and stormed off towards the gravity chamber. ‘I’ll get even with him later’ Vegeta thought. But what Vegeta hadn’t noticed what his counterpart said. Trunks was leaving with the two Sayjins. And he was not coming back.
“Well I hope you’re happy Trunks.” Bulma said deciding to bury the knife a little deeper before he left. “You got everything you’ve ever wanted. So go ahead, leave with your friends. See how long it will take before they get just as sick of you as we did. But don’t you dare come back here when they do, because…”
“Oh blow it out your ass, you flaky ditz.” Goku replied cutting her off.
Vegeta put his hand on Trunks’ lower back escorting him out the door. He’d be damned if anyone tried to hurt his son anymore. Trunks kept his eyes down the few steps it took from the stairs to the door. The few steps however, felt like and eternity. He knew that if he looked at his mother, he wouldn’t leave. With everything that had happened. The rejection, betrayal, and pain, he still loved his mother. So without a word to her, Mirai made it out the door and toward the time machine that Vegeta had just set up.
“Blow it out your ass, you flaky ditz? Kakarot I didn’t think you had it in you.” Vegeta laughed loading Trunks’ possessions into the storage space.
Goku blushed putting his hand behind his head grinning. “So where would you like to stay when we get back Mirai?” Goku asked turning his attention to the silent youth in front of him. The look on Mirai’s face was heart breaking. Goku thought Trunks would be happy to be leaving, so why did he look like someone just died.
“It doesn’t matter.” Mirai answered. “Can we just leave before my fath…Vegeta realizes that I’m going?”
Goku gave a sympathetic smile. Mirai still loved his family. No matter what they did to him, he still cared for them. It was in his nature.
“Well I suppose that we should get going then.” Goku said lifting off the ground and into the time capsule he’d been stuck in for too long now. It would be good to get back and it would defiantly be good for a certain battered Demi.
The machine lifted into the air and disappeared from sight leaving behind a tired mother and a hateful father who watched the only thing that had ever been good to the earth leave.
**
Trunks and Goten were sitting on the couch contemplating how they were going to get into the liquor cabinet when a familiar energy signature caught their attention.
“Dad’s back!” They said in unison hopping off the couch to greet their Traveling fathers. Vegeta had just made it through the door when a purple haired caffeine nut attacked him with a thousand questions.
“Did you beat Majin boo? What was the other time like? Did you meet your other self? What was I like in the past?” Trunks rambled on ignoring the irritated appearance that was growing across Vegeta’s face.
“Is he always this energetic?” Mirai asked stepping to the side of his father.
“Pretty much.” Vegeta answered making his way down the hall to fill in ‘his’ blue haired genius about the situation.
Goten and Trunks looked like they would explode.
“You look just like Trunks.” Goten said now attacking Mirai with words.
“Can you read my thoughts?” Trunks asked.
“Did you beat Majin Boo?”
“What am I thinking now?”
“Hey you two,” Goku started trying to save the poor time traveler who was now cornered. “I’m sure he would love to tell you stories, but I think we need to leave him alone for a little bit.”
Trunks and Goten groaned a yes and left to finish their plans. Before Trunks retreated into the living room he asked,” so how long will…um…He or I be staying?”
“Mirai,” Goku answered,” will be staying here from now on. Now, go play.” Goku said pointing towards his hyperventilating son. Muffled sounds of excitement could be heard and Goku just shook his head.
“Thank you.” Mirai said making his way upstairs. Today had been a Very long day and he just wanted to sleep.
Goku smiled watching his old friend make his way up the stairs. When Mirai was out of sight he went to find Vegeta who by now had told Bulma what’s up.
Mirai walked into the guest room that was his in ‘his time’ and sighed. Dropping his things to the floor, Mirai collapsed on the bed. He dreaded waking up for there will be far too many questions he didn’t want to answer. Not to mention Rehabs a bitch. Either way, he was home now and there was nothing that could tear him from his friends. Well, nothing he could think of at the moment anyway.
**
::Authors Note::
Ok it is done. I may do a sequel. Let me know if you want one.
(Note, I was going on the fact that Goku with the power of a Super Sayjin 3 has just laid a really nasty punch on an unsuspecting ascended Super Sayjin :so no complaining about Vegeta being a bitch:)