Vegeta had just been making his way to the Gravity Room, where Trunks and his wife, Marron, were sparring, when he heard Pan scream: "Bra, Vegeta, Goten, Everybody! Come quick! Something’s happened!" Vegeta, never one to miss out on any action, ran over to where he felt Pan’s ki was. Goten and Bra, who had been looking at each other with loving expressions, quickly snapped their heads up and followed suit. The three dashed over to where Capsule Corp. kept it’s space shuttles, and all of them stopped in surprise at what they saw. A yellow machine with the Capsule Corp. insignia on it’s side lay upside-down on an empty part of the launch bay. Pan, who was dressed in her training gi, had only just left to go for a walk and cool off. She was looking at the man inside the machine with shock. "But… He looks just like… He looks just like Trunks!" She exclaimed. Goten and Bra just stood their with their mouths open. Vegeta, on the other hand, only needed a matter of seconds to deduce what had happened. Then again, he was the only one there who had ever met Mirai Trunks before. As his initial surprise wore off, a smirk crept up his lips. So, the brat had come back, after all this time. He walked over to the pod and looked inside, surprised to see that the man within had not changed much since he’d last seen him. His features were still dark and tormented, but he looked much younger than he should be, even for a Saiyan. The smooth purple hair still fell from his face in shoulder-length strands. Reaching in, Vegeta righted the Time Capsule. It was very beat up. Scowling, he ripped off the remains of the shattered glass top and yanked Mirai-Trunks out. He was battered and beaten. Recovering from their shock, Pan, Goten, and Bra all rushed to help. Vegeta waved them away and slung the taller man over his shoulders with a surprising gentleness. "Bra, go tell your mother to get the recovery tank ready." He said. There was a short pause as everyone just tried to regain themselves. Bra blinked and shook her head. "I can do it myself, Daddy." She said hesitantly, after shooting one last look of confusion at her brother’s double. Vegeta nodded, and she sped away, dragging a still dazed Goten with her. "Who is he, Vegeta?" Pan asked. How could someone look so much like Trunks? And why did Vegeta know him? She followed Vegeta towards the main building. A few employees gawked at the sight of the wrecked time-capsule and the man who looked just like their president. "He is from another dimension." Vegeta replied curtly. Pan looked like she was about to ask more, when Bulma came rushing out. She looked like she had just dashed away from some project to run up to them. She was still dressed in her lab-coat, and her aqua hair spiralled out behind her as she ran. "Oh my god! He came back! Oh, poor Trunks, I wonder what happened to him." Bulma said gently, walking along side Vegeta as he moved into the building. Then all four of them took the elevator to the basement, where Bra and Goten had the recovery tank ready. Once Mirai-Trunks was settled into it, the questions began. Vegeta just stalked off, and Bulma raised a hand to her head as three different voices vied for answers all at once. "All right! ALL RIGHT!" She shrieked. Bulma may have been getting on in years, but her voice never did loose it’s edge. Instantly those around her were quiet. "Pan, you should get your father, and maybe your mother too. Goten, go outside and bring Trunks and Marron in from the Gravity Room. We’ll discuss this in the kitchen." She said, taking them all upstairs. As Pan moved away she shot one last look at the man who looked just like Trunks. He floated limply in the regenerative liquids around him. ‘He looks nice with long hair…’ She thought, then shook her head and went to go find Gohan and Videl. Goten made his way over to the Gravity room. He turned it off then went inside, only to find Trunks and Marron making out on the floor. A sheepish grin stretched across his features and he cleared his throat. Instantly Trunks and Marron pulled away from each other, blushing. "Yeesh, you think you two could keep your hands off each other for three seconds!" He said. Marron stuck her tongue out at him. "What do you want, anyway?" Trunks asked. Suddenly Goten sobered, his nature switching from playful to serious in a second. It was an uncanny skill he had inherited from his father. "Bulma’s called a meeting of sorts in the kitchen. Something happened." He said, looking meaningfully at Trunks. "Something really, really weird." Then he walked off, leaving his two old friends to follow him in confusion.
