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sniff the LAST chapter. So bitter/sweet.

Many apologies for the wait. I had a lot of stuff going on. Realistically, I've had this chapter done and uploaded onto fanfic for a good four months, it's just taken me a while to a) remember it was here; b) proofread and c) get the nerve to post the LAST CHAPTER!

Vegeta noticed as Trunks slowly inched a bit back, behind him. "Afraid?" he sneered at the boy. Trunks shot him a glare, but otherwise didn't answer. They watched as a time machine descended to the earth. Trunks took another step behind his father, closer to the front door of the house.

Trunks' mother had finally come to the past to repair her son's time machine. And the present Bulma had insisted that the entire family be there to welcome her in the front yard.

"I'm not going to protect you or anything. Quite honestly, I'm looking forward to watching you get chewed out by the woman." Vegeta said to Trunks. Trunks only shook his head.

"My plan isn't for you to 'protect' me, though that would be nice and all. Actually, I'm hoping that Mom will see you and be so overcome with memories and love and whatnot that she'll completely forget to yell at me." Trunks explained. Vegeta sniggered.

They watched as Mirai Bulma exited the machine. The two Saiyans were standing near the back of the crowd of people. The 'crowd' was Bulma, her parents and Yamcha, who was still living at Capsule Corps., as he and Bulma had come to an understanding since the breakup.

The future Bulma looked extremely surprised at the people there to welcome her, and Trunks even noticed a few tears running down her face as she hugged her parents.

"She looks good…" Vegeta mused aloud, casing Trunks to stare incredulously at him. Vegeta caught the look. "For her age, I mean." He quickly added, then turned away from the boy to stop any further humiliation. Trunks rolled his eyes, and turned his attention back to his mother.

Mirai Bulma had moved on from her parents and was now talking heartedly to Yamcha. Far too soon after, she looked to the two Saiyan Princes. Smiling lightly, she approached them.

"Hello Vegeta." She said, cocking her head to the side. Vegeta looked past her to his Bulma, who was shooting him a 'be nice or I'll kill you in your sleep' look. He sighed.

"Hello wo- er…Bulma." Both Bulmas smiled while Trunks and Yamcha sniggered, which earned all four of them an angry glare- Yamcha and Trunks especially.

"Trunks…" Bulma turned her head to look at her son.

"Hi Mom." The youth said meekly, making to inch a bit farther behind his father. Bulma rolled her eyes.

"You can stop trying to run from me, kid. I'm going to save the inevitable 'talk' we're going to have until AFTER I see what you did to my time machine." Bulma said with an icy glare. Trunks gulped, nodding, while Vegeta chuckled.


Later on in the night, Trunks was up in his room, desperately trying to make his ears function properly. Bulma had given him the yelling at of a lifetime, and his poor ears took the brunt of the pain.

Bulma herself was in the kitchen, talking to…herself.

"So," Present Bulma started, "How long do you plan to stay here?" Future Bulma looked thoughtful.

"Oh, I dunno. It's only going to take about a week to fix the time machine…" She mused.

"Well," P. Bulma said, grinning. "You could always stay until the baby's born. Not to be selfish, but in case there's anything wrong with the pregnancy, I mean, who better to help me than someone who delivered the same baby?"

F. Bulma laughed. "I see your point, but I can't really stay that long. The longer I'm here, the more damage to the time-space continuum I cause. Same with Trunks. But don't worry. There shouldn't be a problem with delivering the little guy."

P. Bulma nodded, but still looked unsettled. F. Bulma caught her look. "Don't worry. He may seem uncaring about the whole thing, but when Trunks is born, you'll see a new side to Vegeta none of us could even fathom."

Present Bulma blushed, telling her future counterpart that she had hit the nail on the head. Future Bulma continued talking. "And don't worry. We'll leave that phone here, so if there are any problems, we're only a phone call away!"

"Thank you." P. Bulma said meekly, giving a small smile to herself. F. Bulma smiled back encouragingly.

Maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to handle her Saiyan Prince.


"Do you have to go? It feels like you just got here!" Present Bulma cried while Future Bulma started up the time-machine.

"Woman, she DID just get here! It's only been 4 days!"

"Ugh! Shut up, Vegeta!"

Trunks snickered at them, causing both Bulmas and Vegeta to glare at him. He quickly stopped laughing.

"Why does Trunks have to leave too? He's just going to have to come back anyway!" Bulma cried again, hoping to get someone to stay. Trunks shook his head.

"I don't want to be away from home more than I have to." He said sadly, his thoughts obviously with the Androids. Both Bulmas nodded, feeling sorry for the child who almost literally had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Oh! Bulma! I wanted to talk to you for a second!" The future one said to the present one, quickly pulling her away from Trunks and Vegeta.

Once the women were out of earshot, Vegeta turned to his son.

"As far as anyone concerned, me and Bulma don't know who you are until you tell everyone when you come back." He said quickly. Trunks looked taken aback.

"O-okay." He said, nodding, but not really understanding.

"Don't look at me. It was the woman's crazy idea. She thought it would be 'fun' to act ignorant."

Trunks chuckled. Vegeta gave him a smirk.

"And…when you come back…don't…don't take anything I say seriously when the others are there. To everyone else, you're just another person to me. But…" He trailed off, not wanted to admit anything he didn't have to.

Trunks nodded. "I know, Dad. I know."

Soon enough, both Bulmas came back, giggling and shooting looks at Vegeta, making him send them a suspicious glare.

"Well, bye then!" Bulma said, jumping into one time machine. With a wave, she was off. Trunks turned to his parents.

"So…I'll see you in just under a year…" Trunks said. Bulma smiled.

"Yep…unless you count about 6 months from now." She said, patting her stomach. Trunks smiled.

"See ya." He said, jumping into his newly fixed time-machine and taking off.

The End



Trunks yelped as the time-machine made a crash landing. "Mom is going to kill me." He said, as he exited the rubble. He looked around.

Where the hell was he?? He could hear voices off in the distance. He flew towards them.

The Z Fighters? Why were they all there?? Piccolo turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow, and Goku started flying towards him.

Wait a minute. He was wearing that same outfit he was wearing when Trunks first came to the past.

"Hey! Trunks! What're you doing here? I thought you had just left!"

Trunks' eyes widened. Oh no.

"No! Not again!" he cried, falling to his knees while Goku stood over him, confused.

A good 22 years in the future from where her son was, Mirai Bulma sat sipping a cup of coffee.

"That'll teach him to break my time-machine."


Buahahaa. Devious Bulma.

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