Zoicyte aka Johnnyjosh

Warnings; Language, Yaoi, Yuri, lemon, light bondage, angst, references to NCS and child abuse. (Nothing too graphic though)

Notes; humor, silliness, sap, OOC, TWT,, basically every warning or note.

Pairings; Almost everybody gets involved eventually.

Disclaimer; Don't own 'em, not makin' any money off 'em.

"Denotes speaking"

*denotes thoughts*

The next morning, back on the island....

Goku opened his eyes slowly as he heard birds chirping outside the capsule house. He began to stretch, then stilled as he felt the familiar weight of his lover still on top of him. *Man, that was amazing! What's even more amazing is the fact that he stayed here cuddled up with me all night.* A lazy smile spread across his face as he felt his and Vegeta's morning hard ons trapped between their bodies. He gently rolled over, pinning a now stirring Vegeta beneath him, and slid down his body to wake him up in the most pleasant way he could think of....

The Son residence....

Bulma and Chi-Chi enjoyed a companionable silence, groping and kissing each other discreetly as they moved around the kitchen efficiently to prepare breakfast for four hungry half-Saiyan males. Then thumps, shouts and the occasional crash could be heard from upstairs as Goten and Trunks streaked through the house, chasing each other and wrestling around on the floor. Their almost steady rhythm of bangs, thuds, and giggles was broken as Mirai Trunks' voice reverberated through the house, "STOP THAT YOU ROTTEN LITTLE BRATS!! SOME OF US ARE STILL TRYING TO SLEEP!!" This was greeted by maniacal laughter as both boys ran down the hall and burst into his room.

"What the hell...." he clamped a hand over his mouth, remembering the fact that Bulma was downstairs, and how much his mother in this reality hated vulgar language.

The two boys raced through his room, Chibi Trunks grabbing a corner of the blanket as they ran around his bed one last time before they dashed back out into the hall, taking Trunks' blanket with them.

"Shit!" Trunks cursed as his blanket went billowing down the hallway, leaving him sitting there in nothing but a pair of black boxers. "Give that back you little wise-asses!" Mirai Trunks hissed menacingly. Chibi Trunks turned to blow a raspberry at him before he and Goten ran into Goten's room and slammed the door. Gohan poked his head around the door.

"You might as well get up, they're all revved up now, and they usually stay that way all day." He said, blushing as he looked everywhere but the bed.

"Yeah, I know." Trunks sighed in exasperation, brushing jagged lavender bangs out of his eyes. His hair had grown rapidly in the 3 years he had spent back in his own reality, and was now kept in a ponytail that hung almost to his butt. Bulma from this reality had once joked that he looked like some strange cross between his father and Yamcha. His father hadn't found it very funny. He hauled himself out of bed, pulling a set of clean clothes out of the duffel bag at the foot of his bed, and going to take a shower. As he made his way to the bathroom, he looked at the clothes in his hands and thought, *Mom's the same no matter what reality she's in I guess, always making sure to be prepared for anything.* as he remembered how long it had taken them to get packed up before coming here because Bulma had insisted on taking at least 3 changes of clothes for each of them. *It's almost like she planned this, wait a minute!* he thought, *I'll bet she did!* he smiled, *I guess even mom needs to get away from capsule corp. every now and again, and she and Chi-Chi are like a couple of schoolgirls, gossiping, hanging out, it's nice to see mom this way.* He paused in the doorway to the bathroom, listening to the sounds around him. Soft voices, the clatter of pots and pans moving on the stove combined with the sounds of dishes and utensils being set on the table floated up the stairs. Thumps, running feet and laughter could be heard as Goten and Chibi Trunks continued to play. Tears pricked his eyes, his vision starting to swim as he remembered the silence and fear that had filled his world, there had been no happy family sounds like this for him when he was young.

"What's wrong?" Gohan's soft question made him jump as the teen gently twirled a lock of Trunks' soft hair between his fingers.

"Huh? Oh, hi Gohan, I....I was just...oh, don't worry about it." he said quietly as he turned and went into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him. Gohan stood at the door, concern plain on his face. After he heard Trunks turn on the water, he turned and went downstairs to help with breakfast.

Twenty minutes later, Mirai Trunks was helping the two women dish out breakfast, as Gohan wrangled the two younger boys into their chairs. As Trunks sat down, he cast a sidelong glance at Chibi Trunks. *He's going to grow up into a completely different person than I did, and I'm glad I was able to be here to see it.* He thought, smiling as he observed the close bond between the younger boy and his best friend. *I had a friend like that, sort of...* he thought as his gaze moved to the 16-year old boy sitting across from him. His mind flooded with memories of the Gohan from his world, almost 12 years older than himself, and all the times they had shared. He also remembered when he first realized he was developing a crush on the man, just a few months before he was killed by the androids. His heart lurched in his chest, and he felt tears threatening again. He studied the boy across from him, who appeared to be engrossed in eating, but gave away by the pink patches on his cheeks the fact that he was fully aware of Trunks' scrutiny. *I know he has feelings for me.* Trunks thought, but he wouldn't act on what he knew, for the same reason that the Gohan of his reality had never responded to his feelings, Gohan had felt that Trunks was just too young. He turned his head to watch his mother and Chi-Chi, who were wiping down the counters and stove, and putting the dirty dishes into the sink. He smiled again as he watched them talking and laughing, bumping shoulders and joking with each other. *I'm also glad I got to see my mother young and healthy.* He thought as he remembered why he'd come back to this reality to stay.

FLASHBACK, Three years after Mirai Trunks had gone back to his own reality.

Trunks knelt beside his mother, holding her hand as she lay on the bed, face pale and waxen, dark circles under her eyes, her breathing labored. About 10 years ago she had caught the same awful heart virus that had killed Goku. She'd recieved the antidote, and had seemed to have gotten better, but unbeknownst to anyone, the virus had done irreparable damage to her heart, causing it to slowly fail. She was dying, and there was nothing he or anyone else could do about it.

"Trunks," Bulma whispered to him, clutching his hand weakly.

"Mother...' he sobbed, tears flowing freely down his face, "please mother, don't leave me!" He brought her hand to his face, kissing it gently, "I love you, mother."

"Son... I've charged..." she coughed, raising her other hand to her chest, "the time capsule...you have enough energy for one last jump..." she looked into his eyes, "I want you to go back..."

"NO! I'm not going to leave you!" Trunks cried, his voice cracking.

"Listen to me son....go to where your father and I and Gohan and everyone else is still alive, promise me you will. I'm not going to be able to hold out...much longer, and I want to know that you're not alone...that you're happy."

"Mother, you're going to be alright! You're not going anywhere." he said, not knowing who he was trying to convince more, his mother or himself. "Please Mother..."

"Promise me.." Bulma said softly.

"I promise." he whispered, more tears falling.

"Thank you." she whispered as she looked up at him lovingly for a few moments, tears falling from her eyes as well, "I love you, I always have, and I always will, and I have always been proud of you son....be happy." her eyes slid closed as she drew one last, shuddering breath, then went still, and silent.

"NOOOOOO!!! MOTHER!!" Trunks threw back his head and vented his grief and rage in one long, heartbreaking wail.


"Trunks, what's the matter with you?!" Gohan cried as he grabbed Mirai Trunks by the shoulders and gave him a shake.

"Huh?!" Trunks jumped as he came back to reality. Gohan's face was barely an inch from his own, Chibi Trunks and Goten were staring at him like he'd just sprouted another head, and his mother and Chi-Chi were looking at him with concern.

"I said what's the matter?" Gohan asked again as he gently wiped away the tears on Trunks' face with his thumbs.

"I...n..nothing..just...just let it go, please?" he whispered as he gently pushed Gohan away and turned back to the table to finish his breakfast.

"For now, sure, but will you tell me later?" Gohan implored.

"Maybe later." Trunks muttered.

Chi-Chi and Bulma looked at each other, then sat down at the table to eat with the boys, but both women wisely decided not to push Trunks about why he had just broke down in tears at the breakfast table.