Part 5 Future and Present The thirteen year old girl snuggled into the warm embrace of her only living parent. Today had not been the best birthday she'd ever had, not with the death of her mother looming over the family. For in about another months time they would be confronted by the first year anniversary of Bulma's passing. Ever since that day she'd clung to her Father even more so and funnily enough the once cold Saiya-jin Prince had formed stronger links with his children. Together he and Trunks had kept the Capsule Corporation a booming success and the bond between them had grown in leaps and bounds. A small smile appeared on the blue haired girls face as she attempted to focus upon the TV, her arms tightening around her Papa's waist. Vegeta's left arm was around his daughters shoulders and his body leaned into the end of one of the couch that resided within one of the many recreation rooms. She and Trunks were all he had left. It took loosing Bulma to make him see what a rare thing he had or rather could have with his offspring. Trunks was more than the fighter he'd tried to shape, he was his own individual person, bright and had a knack for gadgetry, just like his mother. Bra, although looking more like her female parent had more Saiya-jin in her then most people thought, and yet inherited her mothers intellect. The warrior sighed and leaned further into the comfy plush cushions. He'd never been the kind to relax but now he felt more comfortable around his children, he found it easier. But what came with that was a terrible protectiveness toward each of them. It seemed quite humorous that he could revert so quickly. Stone cold toward everyone, also around his children, especially Trunks. Then one day, you lose something and everything changes. 'I guess the saying is true' he thought with a bitter chuckle. 'You don't know what you've got till its gone'. However he still kept up the tough guy act around the other warriors of Chikyu-sei. He still had some pride to protect after-all. The still youthful looking male, whom by his species standards had just entered his prime, sighed and leaned further into the soft cushions. Luckily for him, he had never created a true Saiya-jin bond with his ningen mate. Not for the fact that he didn't love her. Oh gods no! Bulma was the first he had truly trusted, yet they were more like brother and sister than husband and wife. A small smile tugged at his lips for a moment as he remembered the bratty fights they'd shared and all the classic signs of sibling rivalry they'd exhibited over the years. She had also been the bearer of his children and heirs, not to mention a very close friend. That's why he didn't bond with her. He knew very well if they had, he'd be putting her life in severe danger, for Saiya-jins mate for life and if one dies, the other would surely follow... unless. "AAAHHHH!!" Trunks cried as five human sized, black masses dropped from the sky and landed on top of his already tired form. For Kami's sake, he'd just gotten home from work at ten o'clock at night and now he was being attacked. Soon voices started to emerge from the black objects, they sounded panicked, confused and hopeful. "Did we make it?" a female voice called as the now grey fog dissipated to reveal one lavender haired business men lying beneath a bundle of spandex clad forms. "Hey!! Do you people mind?!! Get the hell off of me!!" the beige suited male screamed admits the sea of confusion. All the voices stopped their talking before the blue and red bodies got off of his form and looked down at him. Trunks paled. Standing around him were warriors dressed in different variations of Saiya-jin armour, but that wasn't what concerned him. A man, identical to himself peered down at him with hardened blue eyes and a startled expression. Next to him stood Gohan's double, along with Goten's and then two girls who shared the same characteristics as Bra and Pan, only much older. Trunks felt very small as he assessed the muscled fighters that surrounded him in a semi circle. 'Okay' he thought. 'Tomorrow, I'm taking the day off and calling a psychiatrist'. Trunks' eyes scanned his younger version, his lips forming a smile as he turned to the others of his group. "We made it" he whispered, his hands starting to shake. The others nodded slowly as the shock of this situation started to dawn. In fact everyone was so wrapped up in this that they didn't notice another, shadowed figure floating above them, with a smaller being just behind it. The future hybrids then burst into laughter, the sounds leaving their forms filled with relief, joy and awe. The two unnoticed beings slowly floated to the floor, their eyes wide and confused. Trunks just blinked up at them before scooting away and finally backing into his father and sister whom just stood in bewilderment. 'Just what the fuck is going on?' Vegeta thought, whilst ensuring his weakest child stood safely behind him. A quiet growl left his throat before his keen eyes assessed the five new visitors. The Ouji blinked. They looked like... but how? Soon all noise ceased as five sets of eyes landed on three bemused people whom simply stared back. <Bra> felt something within her snap and the only thing her mind processed was that her Father stood a few feet before her, looking healthy and... A tear fell from her eye. What she wouldn’t give to just run up to him and have him hold her like he’d done a few times when she was little. Yet the rational part of her mind interjected and stopped any action she wanted to take. This man was not her Papa, well he was, but in a different time. Therefore, this Vegeta would either blast her or push her away and she wouldn’t be able to handle that. Bra on the other hand immediately side stepped and stood beside her Father, a scowl on her pretty teenage face. “What’s going on?” she demanded, her voice and attitude the replica of her male parent. Everyone, including Trunks and Vegeta just blinked as though they’d woke up from a dream. “Uh” <Goten> stated whilst scratching the back of his head and looking so much like his Father since he hadn’t had chance to cut and style his hair in the last seven years. “Perhaps we should take this inside” <Gohan> advised as many of the people leaving work or heading to the City centre watched them. “That is, if its alright with you Vegeta-san” he added. The Ouji nodded before turning to enter his home; this was going to be a long night. Back