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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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You're going to be the one finding out, not me. Let's hope for your sake you don't find a nest of beetles in your bed. [Or other similar creepy crawlies.]

[He too, looks at the ground for a second, feeling how awkward this was becoming.]

Listen, between you and...him. Did that meeting go well between the two of you? [Meaning his other self, of course.]

[Whatever he'll deal with it, his house at home barely has a roof so they stay in the basement underground, HE CAN HANDLE IT. But his question gives him pause again.]

... I... Think it ended all right. He yelled a lot, but I think he was fine once he got it out.

He yelled at you, huh. What for?

[He can only imagine, really.]

That I never came back to the past after everything was over. He seemed pretty convinced I hated all of you.

[Couldn't be further from the truth, really.]

...

[what]

That's absurd. You coming back to the past more than necessary would have messed up the flow of time more than it already had been. He should know that, it's a scientific concept that was proven to us after you arrived the first time.

[So he's not exactly apologizing for Present!Trunks, but he's not exactly thrilled from hearing about that either.]

That's what I thought about it too.

But that's what that was about.

[He's not gonna try to tell his counterpart what he should or shouldn't be upset about but all the same. He finally looks up at Vegeta, the tiniest hint of frustration there, dissuaded only by that foggy muddled feeling in the back of his mind. Notes the wings on his father's back; he wouldn't have guessed white for him.

In the end, he's only staring. Every question he thinks he might ask, he feels like he already knows the answers to.]

[Vegeta emits a half growl/groan, but he doesn't want to delve too much further into that subject. He'd deal with it later.]

If that's the case then the two of you better keep it sorted out or else I'll remove you both from the house myself.

Now Trunks, I know it's your first night here but there's still much to be discussed. It's not a pressing matter however, so we will talk about it tomorrow after you get a chance to go through that guide in your journal.

[He takes his own out of his jacket pocket, flipping it open and walking over to Trunks to show him where the guide could be found.]

[Well he knows it won't be a problem on his end but...

He leans a bit away when Vegeta gets close -- Not out of any problem or anything! Just. It's Vegeta and he's older and not a total dick and he's right there close by now. It was different when he was five or six steps away. He gets his pad out and follows what he did to get the guide on his own, already skimming over it a bit.]

Right.

So... The whole family's here?

[And do they need to be warmed up to the idea of him being here because he can just hide out in that room for as long as they need, this is throwing him for a loop so badly.]

Yes. For now. All of us come from varying times. I'm from a little farther ahead than Bulla and your other self, but not too far. Your mother is from a time when you're still only three years old. So as you can imagine it's been interesting trying to work everything out. But we've managed to keep the house in one piece.

[Rubs at the bridge of his nose, closes his eyes. At least it's not as bad as he originally thought.]

It sounds like you guys got it worked out somehow, at least.

What else do I need to know.

Yeah. [Worked it out as best as they could, at least.]

Anyway, it's just as I said. I want you to go over that guide in your journal and read up on what's going on around here before I delve into some of the more important matters not covered there. Once you're done, I need to explain something to you so you have a better idea of what exactly to expect when these times of peace come to an end. We have lulls here where it's rather uneventful, but when something does crop up, it's often not pretty, understand?

I'll definitely give it a read-over tonight.

[And looks down at the journal in his hands, nervous to look back up to him. This is a lot to take in in one sitting.]

Probably a conversation best had after some rest.

My thoughts exactly. [He's still trying to gather his thoughts between having both his sons here. Which still leaves him at that awkward position that he is talking to his future son now. What's he supposed to say anyway, how have you been doing, nice to see you son?]

[He uncomfortably shifts, like he should say something, but he doesn't know how because he's just really awful sometimes with this sort of thing- and that feeling that he's already told him before is something he can't shake.]

You know I'm not going to act as if you're lower than dirt, don't you?

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