Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Justify My Love ❯ Hello ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter Three

The days events were simply too heavy to tolerate. It is not everyday you come home and have another sibling from a different timeline. As a matter of fact, this could only happen to her. Normal people didn't have to go through things like this. Normal people didn't have father's that could transform, fly, throw energy from their hand and kill people with the minimal of effort. Normal people didn't have to listen to their father ranting about how he is the king of a planet that is long gone. Normal people didn't have their father disapprove of the man she loved because of his lineage. Well, maybe the last one applied to normal people, but, they weren't referred to as "spawn". Bra tossed in her bed, grabbing a pillow and pulling it under her. He hated so much that her father despised Goten. All she wanted was to be with him. But he couldn't seem to understand that "ranking" and "classes" didn't matter on Earth, and that they weren't on Vegeta-sei.

"He'll never understand," Bra thought out loud, burying her face deeper into the white, lacy pillow.

"What are you mumbling about, mutt-face," a voice said from her bedroom door. Bra quickly sat up and threw her pillow at her real brother, the jerk, Trunks. He calmly caught the pillow with one hand before it reached his head and hurled it back to her. She snatched it out the air with both hand and glared him down.

"None of your business, you office whore," she spat, folding her arms across her chest. Trunks only smirked as he walked into her room. She sighed with discontent, knowing this was going to be a long meeting with her much-hated brother.

"What do you want," she asked, obviously annoyed. "Why don't you go back downstairs and play with your twin or something?"

Trunks rose his brow and chuckled. It wasn't often Bra had a little bite with her bark. It was quite amusing.

"Well, to be honest, he is quite dull. Your mother is down there trying to get the juicy gossip from him. He's so quite, I'm glad I was too young to remember him," Trunks proclaimed, seemingly posing in the middle of the room. There was no way he could be any more full of himself. Bra rolled her eyes, not at his words, but at his gestures. He literally made her sick, and she had all she could stomach for the moment.

"Well, you are quite dull as well. Why don't you go screw one of your secretaries or something and leave me alone," Bra suggested, nodding towards the door. Her brother took the hint and walked toward the door, but before exiting, he had more to say.

"Oh, and mother wants you to come down and greet MT," he said, disappearing out the door and down the hall.

Bra huffed and rolled her eyes. Why did she have to go down there and talk to him? One asshole Trunks was enough, no need to have a second, younger version running around, pimping women left and right. It was downright disgusting how Trunks treated women, as if they were only for his pleasure, to be used at his disposal. No, she did not want to get to know this "MT".

"Bra, get your tail down here NOW," Bulma yelled from the bottom of the stair. She was tapping her foot on the hardwood floor.

"I'm coming," she yelled back, fixing her clothes as she walked out her room. Her flip flops flapped as she descended down the stairs. Bulma and MT both looked at her as she reached the bottom. MT noticed short, drawstring shorts and a fitted tank top had replaced her skirt and blouse. It was a sporty look, but it could easily double as sleep wear. As a matter of fact, seeing her in that outfit made him sweat. Perhaps his leather jacket and black pants weren't a good idea in the heat. Without saying anything, he took off his jacket and threw it over his shoulder, exposing his beautifully sculpted arms and chest. Bra rolled her eyes and folded her arms against her chest. Yeah, he was just another Trunks, so full of himself.

"Well, I know you've already met, but I think you two should sit down and talk," Bulma said, breaking the silence. She was smiling, happy to see her daughter finally meet the man who saved them all. Her son from a different way of life, from a different time, but still her son. Bra did not share her mother's joy.

"Can this wait? I have some homework to do," Bra asked, her eyes on MT accusingly.

"Homework? How old are you," MT blurted out.

"I'm seventeen, not that it's any of your business," Bra shot back. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll finish my work."

Bra turned around at stomped back up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door with great force. Bulma and MT looked at each other, completely puzzled.

"I don't know what's wrong with her. I didn't think she would still be mad about earlier," Bulma said, looking up at her bedroom door. MT ran his fingers through his shoulder length hair and shrugged his shoulders. Perhaps he had offened her. The way he gazed at her, she probably felt violated, especially after she found out who she was. Perhaps he should have figured out she was kin to him. She was the spinning image of his mother, but reminded him of...

"It matters not," he said, tearing himself away from his thoughts. "I'll just give her some time. I'll just go and visit father. Is he in the gravity room?"

Bulma nodded and pointed in the direction of the back lawn. "They've already torn up the front, so they moved their destruction to the other side. I'm thinking about designing a capsulized planet for them to tear up," Bulma said jokingly. MT smiled and kissed his other-mother on the forehead, then proceded to the back lawn.

"You've become soft, boy," Vegeta yelled at Trunks as he caught a blow to the stomach, which caused him to double over. Before he could recover, Vegeta kneed him in the stomach. Trunks panted as he laid across the floor, he body already hurting.

"Com'on, dad. You know I don't train as much as you do. Give me a break," Trunks said as he got up, nursing his store abdomen. Vegeta growled and charged his son. Trunks only had time to brace himself for the assault. Vegeta gave all he had and his son could only block, but took numerous body shots still. In a burst of anger and frustration, he turned Super Saiya-jin and countered his father's attacks. Vegeta smirked. After ten minutes of kicking his ass around, he finally showed he still had it. Vegeta turned Super as well. He could really cut loose now. Both golden warriors parted and touched down on opposite ends of the gravity room, both preparing to attack. After a moment, the pair yelled and flew towards each other, fists balled up ready to make contact.

"Air pressure decreasing. Gravity simulation terminated," the mechanized voice of the computer proclaimed as the door to the gravity room opened. All that could be seen was a silhouette of a man due to the flood of sunlight pouring in. Vegeta brought his hand to his brow and closed his eyes to slits. The energy signature was familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. The figure stepped inside as his feature became visible. Vegeta's eyes widened with surprise as Trunks only rolled his eyes.

"Mirai…" Vegeta whispered with honest shock and pride. He powered down and walked over to his son from the future. MT's face showed no real emotion, but you could sense his happiness. Had his father actually missed him in a life where another one of him existed? His father stood just inches from his face.

"Long time no see," MT said, trying to break the silence. Vegeta grunted. Conversations were not his forte.

"When was the last time you sparred, boy," Vegeta asked in his tone.

"It's been a long time. No one worthy to spar with," MT replied.

Vegeta look at the exhausted Trunks, then at the fresh MT. He had gain much mass since the last time he saw him and his energy was fluxing. Perhaps it was due to the fact he had no need to hide it anymore. Trunks snarled, realizing he was about to be pushed aside for this freak from the future…well, not really the future anymore. HE should be called "Chibi" now, not him.

"I'll leave you two alone," Trunks said, powering down. He snatched a towel near the exit left, leaving MT somewhat puzzled, but Vegeta knew exactly what was going on. Perhaps if he would develop his potential, there would be no animosity between them. He knew he could do it, MT had.

"Well, let's get started I suppose," MT said, throwing his jacket and shirt on the floor. He instantly when Super, leaving Vegeta to follow suit.

"Let's do this," Vegeta said, speeding towards his other son. This time, he as going to break a sweat.