Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Time's Lessons Learned ❯ Kid Trunks and Future Trunks ( Chapter 5 )

 

Time's Lessons Learned

Chapter 5 Kid Trunks and Future Trunks Training Time

By Trynia Merin

Summary: Now that Future Trunks is staying at Capsule, he and Kid Trunks are settling into a routine. Yet can he keep his agenda a secret for very long, and should he?

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, Akira Toriyama does. This fan fiction means no harm to the anime or manga.

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Fists flashed one against the other. Although his opponent was barely half his height, the lad compensated by his stance. Feet firmly planted and back arched, Kid Trunks fixed sapphire eyes on his longhaired opponent, and raised his hands. Standing with a minimal amount of target presented he twisted so his side faced Future Trunks, while his chest faced sidelong. Almost in the fashion of a fencer mingled with other techniques, Future Trunks nodded.

It mimicked Father's fighting stance. Wearing dark blue gi belted with a sash, his demi doppelganger then launched himself; forwards at the same time Future Trunks pressed his back leg down and lunged. Fists collided with sparks flying, and blue ki fields buzzing like bug zappers. As their auras brushed Trunks felt the resistance of almost identical frequency ki blocking his own. Defiantly, Kid Trunks dropped, and then swept his leg out to kick his opponent's baggy pant sheathed leg out. However, Future Trunks easily landed on his opposite leg to block the kick aimed at his midriff. Fists jabbed out in rapid succession, their lavender hair flying.

“You just getting warmed up, or is this all?” Future Trunks taunted.

“I was starting to get bored,” Kid Trunks laughed back, smirking devilishly. “Now, let's kick it up a notch!”

Flipping backwards, he landed, feet again spaced apart. Fists spread wide; he let out a low grunt. Hair flipped upwards, gleaming with gold energies in a mere fraction of a second. Future Trunks too mimicked the pose, and then it was the kid's turn to see the long ponytail bristle into armored spikes. For a second he flinched, realizing how disturbingly similar his doppelganger appeared to the Legendary. Lightening snaked over him, and his hair glowed pale gold.

“Super Saiyan 2, you're not holding back, are you? Well that's even better!” Kid Trunks exulted. A quick snap of power and his own form was wreathed in similar blue patterns of force. However as he again launched himself, something gleamed brightly out of the corner of his eye. For a moment, he caught his reflection in the shining blade that arched towards him.

Barely did he dodge out of the way, as the sword sizzled past his head. Ducking under, Kid Trunks then leapt up as Future Trunks slashed doubled handed with the blade sheathed on his back. “So that's it huh? Watch this!” Kid Trunks taunted. He leapt up, and to Future Trunks shock landed on the flat surface of the sword, standing on it with booted feet. Flipping forward he then pushed down with one flattened palm, and kicked sharply at Trunks jaw.

“Damn,” Future Trunks swore, feeling blood erupt into his mouth, as his teeth sunk into the side of his cheek. He hadn't seen that coming, but the little guy was good. Moreover, nasty.

“Nyah missed me slowpoke!” Kid Trunks grinned.

“Oh yeah?” Future Trunks asked. He grinned meaningfully back, and then tossed his sword up. It flipped repeatedly, and then stuck fast in a nearby tree, its pommel still vibrating with the force. Shortly Kid Trunks glanced to the side, and then leapt back in anticipation. His fists crackled at the level of his hips, gold energies charging.

“Double buster!” he shouted, directing twin beams towards Future Trunks. Arching his back and levitating, Future Trunks suddenly exploded a bubble of force from his skin that blocked the beam. Then he recovered, his arms flashing quickly back and forth before his face. Easily Kid Trunks figured he could block the ball of energy hurled at him.

“Burning attack!” Future Trunks shouted.

“As if!” Kid Trunks rolled his eyes.

However, instead of lifting his arms to block, Kid Trunks rocketed out of the way of the glowing sphere hurtling fast. It dissipated in a huge burst of ki inches from where he stood in the GR. An instant later, someone phased behind him, and he kicked sharply. Grabbing his ankle, Future Trunks barely stopped the collision, and then snapped the younger version of himself away from his body like cracking a whip. Kid Trunks shot backwards towards the far wall, only to twist in mid flight and hurl a blast forwards.

An identical ki sphere matched its intensity, creating another huge pyrotechnic show. As it cleared, both Super Saiyans panted, their hands held up and glowing with intense power. Voices blended high and low, both mouthing words that had to do with “Finish… Buster… cannon…”

The bleeping of the intercom startled their concentration. Both of them dampened their power fields, their enlarging spheres of energy flickering off into nothingness as they absorbed their energy back into themselves. Teal eyes met in silent understanding, knowing that their match would have to wait after lunch. First Kid Trunks hair flickered back to its lavender state and dropped, followed by the gold spikes of Future Trunks falling limp around his face. For a moment, they stood only ten paces separating them, strands of hair soaked purple and sticking to their cheeks and forehead.

“Not bad. Father's been teaching you well,” Future Trunks gasped, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

“You're not too bad either, Nii-san,” panted Kid Trunks stumbling over and reaching out for a towel stacked neatly on the floor by the door. He tossed one to the elder, who hurled a water bottle at him. They both caught their respective items and started dabbling at the sheen of sweat their battle had produced.

Neither of the pair was too surprised to see Bulma's face framed in a large screen levitating in midair. “All right boys, time to call it quits and come eat! Even young warriors need to keep their strength up!”

“Coming mom!” both of them called, then blinked at one another strangely. As Future Trunks toweled himself off his younger Self glanced at him.

“Hey, Nii-san?” he asked, seeing the youth pull on a blue jacket that he swore he'd seen before.

“Yeah, Chibi?” he answered, pressing the button to open the Gravity Room. The door hissed, depressurizing into normal Earth G, before swinging into the hall.

“That jacket. It looks familiar. I could have sworn Gohan had one exactly like it in his room,” Kid Trunks noticed.

Hearing this, Future Trunks froze, and Kid Trunks was surprised to see a slight blush covering his `brother's cheeks. “Um… really?”

“Yeah. What's up with that?” asked Kid Trunks. “You give it to him or something?”

“Actually I did. He liked it so much that I gave it to him, and Mom had another one made when I got back to the Future,” Future Trunks hastily explained. Already he marched off down the hall, as if trying to walk quickly to avoid any more questions. Kid Trunks frowned, unsure of why his older brother… that's what he thought of his older self now as… was so shy?

“He's acting like Gohan does around girls. Weird,” Kid Trunks shrugged. Somehow, the thought didn't seem so weird to him. As far as he knew, guys liked guys like some guys liked girls. It wasn't so unheard of in West City for two men to date one another. Unfortunately, in Gohan's village, such behavior was considered odd, and almost indecent.

“Whatever,” Kid Trunks shrugged. Then his mind spun with a strange revelation. He trotted rapidly after his older brother to keep up with him before Future Trunks could elude his next question.

“Nii-san, hey wait up!” Kid Trunks shouted. Swiveling his head around, Future Trunks slowed his pace and waited for Kid Trunks to catch up with him.

“Yes, Chibi? Afraid I'll beat you to lunch?” he joked, all shyness now locked beneath a veil of self-assuredness.

“Yeah right. Why is it every time I talk about Gohan you get all weird on me, huh?”

Trunks froze again, cursing under his breath. He glanced down at the younger version of himself and realized how shrewd Kid Trunks was, and wondered how on earth he could explain himself. After all, Kid Trunks was no idiot, possessing his mother's intelligence and his Father's cunning. Anyone would be blind not to notice certain cues. Just how this would change things, he struggled to answer, blue eyes widening in shock.

“Um… it's nothing. I just haven't seen him for a while, and I'm not sure what to say to him. Considering he's not even expecting to see me, that's all,” Future Trunks smiled and said as brightly as he could.

“Uh huh, yeah. Whatever you say. But it sure is strange. I mean it reminds me of how Gohan gets whenever mom teases him about…”

“Aren't you a little young to be worrying about such things?” Future Trunks blinked at him.

“What things?” Kid Trunks blinked at him, playing innocent. Nevertheless, Future Trunks didn't buy it for a second.

“Watch it, your mother's… our mother's just in the next room,” Future Trunks hissed, grabbing him by the arm and tugging him to the side. “Look, we'll talk about this later. I'll explain after lunch okay. But no more questions about it… you didn't see anything.”

“See what? I don't' see why you're freaking out. It was only a question, sheesh. I mean what do I care if you don't know what to say to Gohan. You'd think that you guys were…” Kid Trunks almost got out, and then trailed off. A tense moment ticked by, and Future Trunks heard the pounding of his own heart, as he was almost afraid of being unmasked. Then Kid Trunks shook his head. “Nah, what am I thinking? I'm just a kid still. Why should I know what I'm talking about right?”

“Uh right,” Future Trunks nodded. He then stared to where his younger self was swiveling his eyes to see Bulma and his grandmother entering the common area where all the corridors and staircases to Capsule mingled in a vast vaulted indoor courtyard.

“You two had better wash up before lunch,” Bulma cautioned.

“Oh my you two look so cute in your workout clothes!” Mrs. Briefs tittered.

“Ugh, don't even start! I'm not cute, Grandma!” Kid Trunks pulled a face. She grabbed his cheek playfully, giving it a tug.

“That's my little angel! So angry and so proud just like his dreamboat of a father. You're going to be a heartbreaker with the ladies like your Nii-san here, right?” she gushed, embarrassing the poor kid by ruffling his hair and pinching his cheek even harder.

“Mom, stop torturing him, and let them go get a shower,” Bulma sighed.

“I can't help myself he's just so cuuute!” Bunny continued to fuss. Finally, she released her grandson who backed away with an embarrassed and annoyed look on his face. She turned to Future Trunks who blinked incredulously with an awkward smile.

“Um, I'm all hot and sweaty, Grandma. I don't' want to ruin your new dress!” he waved his hands frantically before his face as he dashed off after his younger self. Both demis made it to the safety of the built in locker rooms before Bunny could chase after them and tease them further.

“Mom, honestly, get a grip! You know Trunks hates getting his cheek pinched! He's not a baby,” Bulma glared at her mother.

“What, what did I do?” Bunny Briefs looked clueless at her daughter. Rolling her eyes, Bulma grabbed her mom's wrist and then leaned down to pick up the sweaty towels her two sons past and future had dropped.

“But they won't get this lovely fruit punch I made them!” Bunny lamented.

“Mother, make yourself useful and wash these towels, before they get any riper. I'll set the table for lunch,” Bulma groaned.