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[There's a fumbling noise, someone's fingers scraping across the journal after hitting 'record' and a low groan before the sound of crunching snow.]

Ugh... Jeez... I. Guess that explosion was bigger than I thought.

[beat.]

Wait-- Where is everyone.

[Ooooh nononnoo this is bad. More snow crunches as the speaker gets to his feet, steps on the journal. After a minute of fumbling, the speaker's voice is louder, the journal closer to him now]

Okay. New clothes and this thing. And- [Wings. Ooooh man.] This... is bad.

...Recording, huh? [A minute while he looks the menu over and then the recording stops. Well. May as well send this to whatever network it's connected to. Maybe someone has answers.]

[Action; Outside the village, the scenery only looks different from where he'd just been watching his friends fighting so far as the snow and village in the distance. Mountains? Check. Trees and open areas? Double check. He's making the mental note of not seeing his clothes or sword anywhere nearby either and decides making his way to the village may be the best idea to get an idea of what's going on. He'll be outside and around the village for anyone to run into.]

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[Who has two thumbs and missed all the excitement because he trains for ungodly amounts of time every day? This guy. He doesn't even bother to look at the journals until much, much later that night. Because let's face it, he finds a lot of it garbage anyway, people talking about their cats or what have you. But it also is New Feather season, and that always leaves the possibility open that someone of interest might drop in.

And today just happens to be one of those days. He notes that it sounds like his son has forgotten that he's even been here before. He doesn't remember any droids coming for Trunks, they'd of busted into the house and taken him, wouldn't they of? He would have remembered that. So it can't be him returning from an experiment, can it? It's been so long that he doesn't even think that it could be his son's future counterpart...]

Trunks, what happened? Did those blasted droids come for you while I was out? [Even though...even in his head that doesn't make sense. He'd be gone for at least a day if that was the case.]

[Oh thank god a face he recognizes. And guess who figured out the video recording on this. Everything's so messed up, Vegeta, asshole or not please be that thing he can count on to be a constant, come on. Trunks almost looked relieved to see a familiar face and was about to answer but Vegeta pressed The Button. So angrypants Face is made instead.]

No. They didn't.

[VEGETA DO NOT EVEN IMPLY THEY'RE HERE.]

Well, don't sound so angry. [DON'T YOU COCK AN ATTITUDE WITH HIM SON.] I'd be relieved if I were you, they sent at the very least two to three dozen for me the last time I was taken.

[JFC DAD. Just. Staring at him cause two or three DOZEN OF THEM???]

There are more than the two.

[More an echoing of Vegeta's statement than a question, really]

Yes, there are far more than two. Thousands upon thousands I'd suspect, though they've proven that it's not necessary to send that many at a time. I'm embarrassed to even say that's a fact. I thought you knew that.

[Oh kami how did he screw that up SO BADLY. Oh god and now they've taken over what the heck happened between that explosion Gero caused and now?? His voice is panicked and young and oh god]

No, I didn't!

Well, now you do. Calm down, it's not as if it's the end of the world. I've never heard of anyone dying from it before.

[What did Trunks think he was referring to, the androids? Jeez]

[Hey Vegeta remember the Angry Son Eyes? The ones that just glare furiously with the rage of a thousand planet Vegetas? The ones Staring Right At You Now.

You are rude, sir.

Though there is something starting to nag at the back of his mind the longer he stares but he can't put a finger on it or words to it just yet.]

How has anyone not.

What's gotten into you today? [Do not tell him that the Malnosso decided to mess with his son's mind again.] From what I understand those brutal months were done away with long ago. Someone new runs that operation, and they are far more humane than their previous leader. I won't say it's not up for changing though, but like I said in the time I've been here I've never heard of anyone coming back dead.

Nothing's gotten into me! Why would the androids not kill someone?! It's what they practically live for, you know that!

[No seriously even if this is further down the timeline enough that his alternate self is fully grown, nothing could change that much about the androids' programming.]

Why would they even listen to anyone else when they wouldn't listen to their creator, what are you talking about?!

Why in the heck are you going on about the androids? They haven't killed anyone in years, at least not while they were in control of themselves! I'm talking about those blasted droids the Malnosso send after us to drag us to their darn experiments! And whoever is in charge of their little scientific department there that decides who gets chosen and what happens to us while we're gone!

[His finger is raised at the camera now, for emphasis.]

[Wait.

That nagging feeling is getting stronger and he can almost verbalize what it is but still not quite there yet.

But oh. ooooh wow two different conversations happening here, that. Explains a lot. Which means Vegeta hasn't realized it yet. His expression immediately loses all tension and is left just. Feeling embarrassed.]

I-- didn't realize that's who you were talking about.

Well, maybe you should have used that brain of yours and figured it out. Maybe there is something wrong with you, you're acting very strange. I wasn't sure at first but now I'm pretty convinced at this point. Besides, you and I need to talk.

[Said dangerously. Vegeta isn't happy with Trunks, but unfortunately he's not talking to the Trunks that he's unhappy with...]

[Oh good he wasn't sure he'd get to see Vegeta Anger this soon, just what he was hoping for. Not. But oh god what'd he do now to make this even worse than it already was.]

Fine. I'm headed to the village.

Good. Because you've been pretty lippy with me so far and Saori seems to think something is wrong with you due to how you've been acting around her for the past few months. And I'm getting a little concerned myself. So you better be home by the time I get there. Understood?

[It suddenly hits him, Vegeta thinks he's talking to his counterpart walking ahead of him. Ooooh crapbuckets everything keeps getting more confusing. And Vegeta's pretty angry so just. Explaining the situation may not be the best course. Probably best to wait and let him see for himself.

But talking to him like a child just.]

Fine.

[Oh, that makes him even more angry. Angry enough that he snaps his journal shut in annoyance. Boy, when he gets home, he swears he's going to let that boy have it.

It's about twenty minutes or so until he actually arrives home, plenty of time for the boys to beat him there. He's walking down the path, thinking of how he was going to discipline his big baby of a son. He can't believe he has to do this when Trunks is nearly thirty years old, but he was living under his roof still and that gives him all the permission in the world to treat him as he pleases, in his mind.]

Edited 2014-02-11 22:10 (UTC)

[And there Trunks is, standing talking to. Trunks. He hasn't changed yet, still just has his own clothes draped over one arm, examining the holes in the back of the shirt his other self made when he senses Vegeta's power close by. A few things had started clicking into place with that feeling pulling at his mind and he looks straight up to the door when Vegeta starts getting close.]

[The door opens, and in walks Vegeta into the living room- and he stops. He hasn't even had the opportunity to close the door yet. His expression is nothing but complete shock and disbelief.

There's two of them. One was his son, and the other...the other couldn't be...

It can't be...

He's got to be seeing things. He's just staring, silently, until he gains enough composure that he just turns around walks back outside. He knew it possible that duplicates of the same person could be here just...he never imagined that he would see his future son show up here.

He stands outside, right outside the door, in the cold, trying to make sense of it.]

[And a minute later, Trunks is following to stand right in the doorway tugging his tank-top on, a little wince getting the wings through the holes in the back ugh this is going to be a problem later, he can tell.

Still.

He should. Probably explain that was him Vegeta was talking to on the network.]

Father...

[He knew, didn't he? He knew this was coming, or that it wasn't a far fetched idea that he could be here. His mind is muddled, with a sense that this shouldn't be surprising, but it is.

And he hasn't seen him in so long. It's been over two decades, and under these circumstances does he get to see his son again. But what was worse, were all these problems with his present son concerning his future self...it just...it's a nightmare that he doesn't want to deal with but has to because it effects people he knows, people who are unavoidable...]

Trunks. It's really you, isn't it? The one from the future.

[Deep breath.]

Yes.

[And lets out that breath he was holding. He's actually fairly surprised at how collected Vegeta seems to be from the start of this already.]

I was the one you... were talking to. Before.

Yes, I'm getting that now. I should have known by the way you were responding to me that something was up. But, there's been some problems as of late so it was easy to confuse the two of you.

[Because really, the cat was out of the bag already on that note.]

Well then. Welcome to Luceti. Seems I missed out on all the fun earlier.

['Luceti', huh. Watches the back of his head carefully a minute, clothes tucked under his arm]

So this isn't the Otherworld or the future, then?

No. [He finally turns to face his son.] It's what you would call an alternate reality, one that doesn't seem to interfere with our own universes. And it plays by its own rules, as you can imagine. I'll wager a guess and say you were filled in on a lot of what goes on around here.

[Video] Later that night

[video] "Later that night" dbz narrator voice

[video] totally just heard it in that voice too

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