It Will Rain - Chapter Two

It took about thirty-four minutes and twenty-two seconds for all hell to be contained once more. One would have thought it would taken less time to restrain two demi-Saiyans, considering the number of powerful fighters, under the same roof who could intervene, several who were also had Saiyan blood. However, one should never underestimate an enraged father, who thought his baby girl had been seduced and used when she had been “little more than a child” by a notorious and heartless playboy. One who went through women faster then a Saiyan at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

That description of Trunks had been more then a little harsh. It was true when he was younger, he had been a bit of a dog when it came to women, but then again Gohan’s own brother, Goten hadn’t been much better. One could almost excuse it considering how women had, and still did, throw themselves at the two men. Not that the women could be blamed for their lack of self-control. There was just something about the demi-Saiyans that had the women licking their lips and practically salivating when they came in view. Hell, they reacted the same way to Gohan and Vegeta, which depending on the moment either amused or irritated the hell out of their mates.

Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that both men were muscular in a way that was attractive and made a woman feel safe. Sure other men were muscular, but their muscle mass usually came off as body-builder or wrestler big, which just seemed too big and over the top. Then there was just something about the look of them that women could rarely put a finger on, which could only be attributed to their Saiyan heritage that gave them that well-defined and sharp facial features. And, of course, with Trunks there was just something about the color of his hair that drove women wild.

In any case, yes at one point in time, Trunks Vegeta Briefs had been a total horn dog and bastard when it came to women. But that had been when he had been a young man in his late teens and early twenties. He had long since moved past that stage in his life due to maturity and having been chewed out one too many times by his mother. Plus having his own sister hand him his ass because of his actions (which could also be seen as an indirect reprimand from his father, seeing as how the Saiyan had trained his daughter to take on older brother and win this particular battle). That wasn’t to say that he was completely innocent of one-night stands any more, however there were less likely to occur.

The man that he had become was more interested in having a relationship with a woman and not the conquest of racking up notches on his bedpost. This maturity also made him the type of person to avoid stringing a woman along once he realized that she wasn’t the one for him, which unfortunately seemed to be the case most of the timecaused quite a hearts to break along the way because being his mother’s son, he was a charming man who knew how to make a woman feel special and cared for so she fell head over heels in love with him (or in the occasional case with the money and power he represented, so her heartbreak was more for her financial and social loss then the man).

So while Trunks did break hearts, it wasn’t intentional on his part and he certainly wasn’t heartless about it unless the woman proved to be a heartless gold-digging socialite, who didn’t deserve any compassion from him. It was these women who saw a colder and harsher side of the Saiyan Prince’s personality, which was very much reminiscent of his father when Vegeta had first come to Earth or when the Saiyan King dealt with threats to the planet he now called home.

It was this kind of man that Trunks was and had been during the time period that Pan had gotten pregnant. If he was the actual father of these twins, which physical evidence was hard to deny, then he and Pan were equally responsible for their actions that had led to the conception of these children. Still it took some time to get this through the head of an enraged father, who had then went Super Saiyan and tried to choke Trunks while the others tried to pull him off.

In reality the only thing that saved Trunks was when Pan shouted, “Daddy! No! He’s not the father!” That had the reaction of causing Gohan and everyone to pause and glance at Pan, because they had all clearly heard the child who had claimed her as a mother, proclaiming that Pan had stated that Trunks was the name of the father of children.

“Pan we all heard your…” Bra started to say and paused, because it was all a little surreal and weird for her to think that her best friend was a mother, “…daughter say that you told them that Trunks was the name of their father. And the physical evidence is so obvious that taking a DNA test would be rather obsolete.”

Pan looked frustrated for a second, blowing out a breath out that ruffled her bangs. There was no denying what Bra said, because her children’s physical features as well as a DNA test would prove that Trunks was their father, yet he wasn’t. Not really in the sense that had caused her father to put the younger man in a choke grip that would have killed the average human (average being one of no training or ability to manipulate ki; while someone like Krillen or Yamcha might eventually die from a death choke like that, it would take a while) and even with Trunks he had to fight to get air while trying to pry her father’s hands off his neck.

This explanation wasn’t going to be easy and it would bring back memories that she had buried deep within her, as well as emotions that she had thought that she had finally put to rest. Yet there was no avoiding it now that she was home. Besides she was not only Saiyan, but a Son and her family did not back down from what was right. Letting her father strangle Trunks to death, or at least attempt to wasn’t right.

“Biologically, yes, there’s no denying that he’s the twins’ father,” she answered slowly, not wanting to set off her father who had at least loosened his grip on Trunks that the lavender-haired man could breath easier. However, Gohan still hadn’t let go and could start with the choking business at any minute if he remembered what he had been about; it was probably for that same reason that Trunks wasn’t trying to pry the older man’s fingers from around his throat.

“However Trunks isn’t the father.” Pan held up her hand, to stall off the protests and demands about what the hell she’s talking about. This would go quicker if people didn’t keep interrupting her. “What I mean is that while the DNA test would show that he is, Trunks wasn’t the one to… I mean we didn’t have se-…” She flushed bright red, a curse of the Sons who couldn’t hide it when they were embarrassed.

Talking about sex in front of her family and friends wasn’t easy. Well it probably wouldn’t have been so bad, if it had just been her and her best friends. They had grown up together and while there was a significant age gap between Marron and the Saiyan women, they had always been close. To talk about this in front of her family and the older friends of the family… well it was downright beyond embarrassing. Worse then 'having your pants pulled down in the middle of the cafeteria during lunch' embarrassing. But there was no getting around it so she might as well apply the band-aid removal philosophy, which was ripping the band-aid off as quickly as possible to minimize the amount of pain that came from taking one off.

“WhatImeanisthatwhileTrunkswouldcomeupasbiologicallybeingthetwins'fatherheisn’tbecauseIdidn’thavesexwithhim,” she spit out, the words coming out so fast that they flowed into each other. Pan then realized that her answer could have other implications, not ones that she wouldn’t like because they weren’t true and really made her look one of those weird desperate girls who chased after him, which she wasn’t and meant she’d have to spit out yet another explanation that was equally as embarrassing as the first. “AndnoIwasn’tartificallyinsemdinatedwithhissperm. Ijust-meantthatIdidn’thavesexwiththisversionofTrunks.”

“Mama, you’re as red as your shirt,” her son commented, watching her with the kind of interest that said he was trying to figure out if there was something in the current situation that could be used later to his advantage, like getting out of trouble and the punishment that came with. It only served to remind her how much he was his father’s son. Of course, in this case his powers of observation wouldn’t help him if he tried to bring this up, since she had already been embarrassed by the situation beyond the limits of it and thus wouldn't be affected anymore by it. At least that was what she hoped.

“What do you mean you didn’t have sex with this version of Trunks,” Gohan demanded, appeased enough to have let go of Trunks go completely, although one never knew if might go off and try to kill the younger man again if his questions weren’t properly answered.

“This version of Trunks,” Bulma repeated, looking thoughtful as she pondered the words before suddenly her mind finally put all the puzzle pieces in the right place and realiation hit her. “You had sex with future Trunks?!?!? Wait, my machine worked?”

The words were a trigger that helped the older generation finally understand, although the younger was only a step or two behind since they all know the stories about the Trunks from a future timeline. Future Trunks had come to the past to warn them of the coming danger and give Goku medicine to cure him of a heart ailment that he contracted a year after returning home from Namek. Without the medicine, Goku would have died since the cure was developed a few years after he died in the other timeline. The danger they had been warned about were two Andriods hellbent on using the Earth and its inhabitants in their own twisted amusement. Those Androids were Android 17 and Android 18, Maroon’s uncle and mother respectively. Because of future Trunks intervention, the events of their own destiny had been changed and in the end the two Androids who would destroy the world in an alternate timeline would instead protect and defend that world in this one.

None of the Z warriors had ever forgotten the serious young man who had come back in time to save their future, especially not when they had a physical reminder in their Trunks. Though they were essentially the same person, the Trunks of their timeline and the one of the future were different people, molded by the lives they had led. Future Trunks had been more mature at the age of 17, then the Trunks of their timeline, because the future of his world had rested upon his shoulder since he was a child. Their Trunks, while having had to deal with his share of enemies that had threatened the planet, had never truly suffered as his future counterpart because there had always been the love and support of family and friends. Future Trunks had only his mother and future Gohan, who had died protecting him. Still as their Trunks had gotten older and matured, the differences in personalities became less noticeable, although their Trunks was far more arrogant then future Trunks (definitely Vegeta's influence).

It was because of the memory of her son of an alternate future timeline, that had caused Bulma to make several attempts over the year to reproduce a time machine like her alternate timeline self, so they could check on future Trunks. The blue-haired scientist had put a lot of time and effort into her project and much to her frustration she had never been able to create a working time machine. It was something she considered one of her greatest failures.

Yet now it seemed she hadn’t failed at all. As Bulma thought back on it, she remembered that Pan had spent a lot of time hanging around back then. Something about assisting the older woman to gain science credits for college so she wouldn’t have to take any science classes; Pan might have inherited her father’s brain to a certain extent, but science, for the most part, had been one of her weaker subjects.

“Uh yeah,” Pan answered, her eyes started to look distant as if she was remembering. “I was installing the seats like you told me to, one day and when I got up I accidentally tripped and fell onto the controls. Next thing I knew I was like I was in middle of an aurora borealis and then I wasn’t in our time anymore. I met future Trunks and his mom after that. I guess you can’t really call him that since our time is ahead of his. Anyways we met, stuff happened,” like some emotional and physical stuff that she didn’t want to share because it was personal and second because she didn’t want to remind her father about the sex part again, “and then I came back.”

“And you didn’t think to mention to me that the machine worked Pan,” asked Bulma.

“I had other things on my mind and well then there was college. Then I found I was pregnant with Mirai and Toran…” Pan trailed off. “Look I’m sorry for not saying anything about the time machine or waiting so long to tell everyone about the twins. But the past is done.”

“Sweetie don’t you think Trunks… er future Trunks should know that he’s a father,” Videl asked, sensing her daughter wanted to move away the topic of the past. While it was still weird to know that her daughter had been with a man who was the future, correction now past, version in an alternate universe of a man she had watched grow up since he was a little boy, there was no point in avoiding what had happened. What was done was done and she now had suddenly found herself a grandmother. Still she knew that the man who had sired these children had a right to know, even if he was from a different timeline and alternate universe to theirs.

Pan was silent for a moment, the expression on her face becoming distant and closed off before she finally spoke. “I can’t. He’s dead.”

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