The mood was subdued for the next couple of hours while everyone waited for Goku and the mystery boy to come back. The mystery boy seemed to be suppressing his ki, not wanting anyone to come after him.
However, shortly before Goku was due to arrive, the young man came back. He smiled and greeted everyone, then stayed the hell away from Vegeta and Bulma.
Bulma however, approached him, wanting to apologize. “Look, you’re very hot and cute but I’m sorry that I freaked you out. I hope we can get along and I won’t try to hit on you anymore if you don’t like it.” Bulma then offered her hand for a handshake and Trunks accepted it.
“It’s okay. Thanks for apologizing,” Trunks felt he had no choice but to accept the apology. She was his mother after all, even if it was a different timeline and it wasn’t like she knew he was her son from the future.
“Vegeta, you apologize too!” Bulma yelled, glaring at Vegeta who was still sulking away from the rest of the group.
“The Prince of all Saiyans does not apologize for anything.”
“Well you should! If I’m being responsible and apologizing, you can too,” Bulma marched over to him.
“That’s what you think. It’s the boy’s problem if he can’t handle it. Besides, he’s the one who started it by staring at me.”
“He was probably just happy to see another Saiyan, since you guys are almost extinct, you jackass!”
“If that’s the case, he could have just said so. I still don’t completely believe he’s a true Saiyan with that bizarre coloring and him getting along with Earthlings so well. It’s weird, he looks a little like you and has almost the same stupid hair.”
“Not this again. By the way, full-blooded Saiyans can get along with Earthlings just fine. Once we taught Goku to always wear clothes in public and to stop patting people in the crouch to find out whether they were male or female, he was just fine. I’m not even that mad at you for insulting my perfect hair because at least I don’t look like a troll doll or a Christmas tree…” Bulma trailed off and then clapped her hands together in glee.
“I am so decorating your hair like a Christmas tree this year. Yamcha, you need to help me!”
“Leave me out of this. I’m not going to help you decorate Vegeta’s hair if he doesn’t want to,” Yamcha said.
“But it will be so funny,” Bulma insisted. Noticing the horrified expressions on both of their faces, Bulma added, “I really need to get some roommates who know how to have fun.”
“Maybe instead of decorating my hair, we could do something about yours. You look like one of those people in those old movies your mother watches that are always dancing in a stupid way to the terrible music,” Vegeta mimed disco dancing.
“My hair is perfect and wonderful and you will respect it!” Bulma screamed.
“Oh dear God not again.” Trunks walked over to the mini-fridge. Tien and Chiaotzu were grabbing more sodas and thankfully there was still some beer left. At least Trunks’ parents weren’t hitting on him again, or arguing over which one of them he liked better, but it still turned into a shouting match over who was better looking and who had the best (or least stupid) hair.
“Aren’t you too young to be drinking?” Tien asked.
“I can drink if I want to!” Trunks’ ki spiked.
“Okay, calm down,” Tien said.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just having a stressful day.”
“Because of Bulma and Vegeta? Don’t worry, you get used to them,” Tien said.
“Or at least you get used to Bulma. I’m not so sure about Vegeta,” Chiaotzu added.
Trunks took a drink of his beer, then immediately spat it out.
“Have you ever even had beer before?” Chiaotzu asked.
“No. I’ve tried other things but I guess I don’t like beer.” Trunks put the can down.
Gohan came over to their group. “Maybe you should have one of the juices or the water. My mom says that beer makes your brain stupid anyway,” Gohan opened the fridge, pulling out two of the berry-flavored juices, handing one to Trunks.
“Thanks.” Trunks smiled.
“That’s the first time you’ve looked happy since Bulma and Vegeta got tried to make you be their boyfriend,” Gohan said, smiling brightly.
“Ugh!” Trunks shuddered.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Gohan was worried. He didn’t want to make this stranger who was nice enough to save them from Freeza upset and have him run away again.
“Don’t worry Gohan, it’s nothing you did. Just please don’t mention that again. We should talk about something else.”
Gohan took that as a cue to begin a lengthy explanation about his favorite types of math problems. Trunks could follow along alright thanks to his mother teaching him that sort of thing, but he was still impressed at how much Gohan knew at such a young age.
If he hadn’t been murdered by the androids, maybe he could have fulfilled his dream of being a scholar and a teacher…
Trunks stopped himself. That line of thinking only lead to despair. At least in this timeline Gohan could have a chance to be happy instead of having the weight of being the last hope for the world on his shoulders, a burden that was now Trunks’ to bear.
Part 3
However, shortly before Goku was due to arrive, the young man came back. He smiled and greeted everyone, then stayed the hell away from Vegeta and Bulma.
Bulma however, approached him, wanting to apologize. “Look, you’re very hot and cute but I’m sorry that I freaked you out. I hope we can get along and I won’t try to hit on you anymore if you don’t like it.” Bulma then offered her hand for a handshake and Trunks accepted it.
“It’s okay. Thanks for apologizing,” Trunks felt he had no choice but to accept the apology. She was his mother after all, even if it was a different timeline and it wasn’t like she knew he was her son from the future.
“Vegeta, you apologize too!” Bulma yelled, glaring at Vegeta who was still sulking away from the rest of the group.
“The Prince of all Saiyans does not apologize for anything.”
“Well you should! If I’m being responsible and apologizing, you can too,” Bulma marched over to him.
“That’s what you think. It’s the boy’s problem if he can’t handle it. Besides, he’s the one who started it by staring at me.”
“He was probably just happy to see another Saiyan, since you guys are almost extinct, you jackass!”
“If that’s the case, he could have just said so. I still don’t completely believe he’s a true Saiyan with that bizarre coloring and him getting along with Earthlings so well. It’s weird, he looks a little like you and has almost the same stupid hair.”
“Not this again. By the way, full-blooded Saiyans can get along with Earthlings just fine. Once we taught Goku to always wear clothes in public and to stop patting people in the crouch to find out whether they were male or female, he was just fine. I’m not even that mad at you for insulting my perfect hair because at least I don’t look like a troll doll or a Christmas tree…” Bulma trailed off and then clapped her hands together in glee.
“I am so decorating your hair like a Christmas tree this year. Yamcha, you need to help me!”
“Leave me out of this. I’m not going to help you decorate Vegeta’s hair if he doesn’t want to,” Yamcha said.
“But it will be so funny,” Bulma insisted. Noticing the horrified expressions on both of their faces, Bulma added, “I really need to get some roommates who know how to have fun.”
“Maybe instead of decorating my hair, we could do something about yours. You look like one of those people in those old movies your mother watches that are always dancing in a stupid way to the terrible music,” Vegeta mimed disco dancing.
“My hair is perfect and wonderful and you will respect it!” Bulma screamed.
“Oh dear God not again.” Trunks walked over to the mini-fridge. Tien and Chiaotzu were grabbing more sodas and thankfully there was still some beer left. At least Trunks’ parents weren’t hitting on him again, or arguing over which one of them he liked better, but it still turned into a shouting match over who was better looking and who had the best (or least stupid) hair.
“Aren’t you too young to be drinking?” Tien asked.
“I can drink if I want to!” Trunks’ ki spiked.
“Okay, calm down,” Tien said.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just having a stressful day.”
“Because of Bulma and Vegeta? Don’t worry, you get used to them,” Tien said.
“Or at least you get used to Bulma. I’m not so sure about Vegeta,”
Chiaotzu added.
Trunks took a drink of his beer, then immediately spat it out.
“Have you ever even had beer before?” Chiaotzu asked.
“No. I’ve tried other things but I guess I don’t like beer.” Trunks put the can down.
Gohan came over to their group. “Maybe you should have one of the juices or the water. My mom says that beer makes your brain stupid anyway,” Gohan opened the fridge, pulling out two of the berry-flavored juices, handing one to Trunks.
“Thanks.” Trunks smiled.
“That’s the first time you’ve looked happy since Bulma and Vegeta got tried to make you be their boyfriend,” Gohan said, smiling brightly.
“Ugh!” Trunks shuddered.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Gohan was worried. He didn’t want to make this stranger who was nice enough to save them from Freeza upset and have him run away again.
“Don’t worry Gohan, it’s nothing you did. Just please don’t mention that again. We should talk about something else.”
Gohan took that as a cue to begin a lengthy explanation about his favorite types of math problems. Trunks could follow along alright thanks to his mother teaching him that sort of thing, but he was still impressed at how much Gohan knew at such a young age.
If he hadn’t been murdered by the androids, maybe he could have fulfilled his dream of being a scholar and a teacher…
Trunks stopped himself. That line of thinking only lead to despair. At least in this timeline Gohan could have a chance to be happy instead of having the weight of being the last hope for the world on his shoulders, a burden that was now Trunks’ to bear.