misterbrief | 8.5th...Taunt

8.5th...Taunt | Fourth Wall!

[Waking up as normal on the weekend as he always does, getting ready in the morning and heading out for another grueling day of training brought a surprise.

One that now, for some reason, he remembered from last year. A whole bunch of people he doesn't want to talk to but oh guess what, they're going to bug him anyway. But this year it's a little different for him. There might be quite a few irritants running amok, but he's got his eyes out this year. For more people from home. Curiosity killed the cat, so instead of training for eight to twelve hours today, he decides to cut it a little short at six and then make himself available in the village.

As always, he can be found at the Battle Dome, doing a usual training routine, and then doing more work with his sword that he's taken up to learning to fight with recently. He can be interrupted in between breaks, or during his training with his sword- but be wary, there are explosions that are rocking the entire building!

Afterwards he makes his way to Seventh Heaven to get a meal. It's far easier to spot people at a place like that, and holy cosmos does he have a ton of food in front of him. Piles and piles of it. And needless to say Vegeta is tearing through it, plates being emptied faster than you can blink. But yet, still managing to eat it somewhat gracefully. Somewhat being a relative term here.

Or, he can be found anywhere in the square in the main part of Luceti, around the Item Shop, Grocery Store, Blacksmith and Clothing Shop, among others, leaning up against a building and watching some of the crazy go down. Making notes of people he'd like to stay the heck away from just in case they pop up here later. Run in to him here, figuratively or literally, to bug him if you want.

Later in the evening, to relax he heads to the Hot Springs. Because hopefully here he can get away from the masses, because let's face it, it's given him a giant headache.

Or, create your own adventure.]

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It's fine.

[Don't think he can't feel you trembling, Trunks, because he can.]

It must be a shock to see me like this, in comparison to the incarnation of me that you know in your time. [He speaks while still holding onto him.] Things do get better, I promise you that. And quite honestly, I'm not sure where I'd be right now if it hadn't been for you. Probably dead.

[If Trunks were the type to keep a journal (and let's be honest, he wouldn't, it'd be gone in a flash with the way his world is being destroyed), there'd be a list of things he always dreamed of happening.

And Vegeta just single-handledly made about half of them reality. 'Shock' was one way to put how he was feeling. He swallows the lump in his throat, tells himself now is not the time to get emotional, never ever in front of Vegeta.]

I'm. I'm glad you aren't.

Dead, I mean.

I'm glad I'm not either. [Anymore. But he leaves that out. Letting go, he takes a step back. All that touchy-feely stuff was starting to make him uncomfortable anyhow, so that's enough of that. He's sure he's gotten the point across and there's no need for that anymore.]

Come on. Let's blow this popsicle stand. You've only got a few days to spend here, so you're coming home with me.

I--

A few days?

[Okay, he'll ignore the 'popsicle stand' thing as the corniest thing he's ever heard and that it came out of his father's mouth, but home with him? This is WAY too much happening at once whoa dad gotta breathe for a minute he's still coming down from the high of hugging you]

So I'll end up going right back.

Correct. You're not here for the long run. I am. [Do you see these wings on his back Trunks? He didn't fucking put them there.]

But you'll still need a place to sleep for a night. And I'm not going to kick you out in the snow.

[Quickly gets his hands back into his pockets, balled up into fists. Going right back to where he left off, right back to that moment of anger and confusion. It's frustrating, and he's trying to hide it but this Trunks was never that good at hiding his emotions.

He doesn't want to go back.

He knows he has to, has to go fix things, has to make sure everyone survives and the Androids get destroyed. But he doesn't want to go back and feel like he's starting over from scratch with Vegeta. Almost as much, he hated the idea of any version of his father being stuck some place Trunks can't willingly go when he chooses.]

Then your place it is.

[There's an unspoken 'thank you' that hangs in the air.]

Alright then. Let's go. [He starts heading out of the chamber, expecting Trunks to follow. He has a feeling it'll be an awkward trip there, seeing as he's dealing with a son that barely knows him, and only knows the bad parts about him that hardly even apply anymore.

Really, he's unsure of what to say to him. It'll be a little better when they get back to the house because the rest of the family will be there, but still. The two of them had so many problems and it's difficult to have your world ripped out from under you and thrown into a new reality with new rules and in this case, practically a new father.]

I'm sure you have more questions for me. Though I will pick and choose what I answer because you must understand that not everything in my future is for you to know. But, I'll try to answer anything else the best I can.

[Well that stamped out about a third of his questions at the start. But he's watching the scenery open before them as they leave the Dome]

Then an easy question: what is this place.

[He glances over, knowing that question would come, just as every New Feather asks every cycle.]

There's a lot to answer in that question alone, Trunks. But essentially what you see before you is a prison, shaped into the facade of a quiet, peaceful town. We are encapsulated by a barrier that neither allows us to leave, nor does it allow [GENERALLY] outside forces to enter. Long story short, we're in the middle of a war with powers that are so vastly different from what we know back at home. And our captors are not so gracious as you would think. We work for them, they do things for us in return, though it's not always a voluntary decision to do so. Most notable is that we are taken from here, without warning, and subjected to these blasted scientific experiments, only to return more often than not in far worse shape than when we left. I've been subjected to it twice since coming here, and that is a low number in comparison to other people.

[And even that makes the Saiyan Prince look very uncomfortable. There's something else he's hiding from his son in that, concerning himself, but it's not something he's going to talk about.]

[Well that's the obvious question out of the way and GUESS WHO'S MAD THAT HIS FATHER is not only stuck somewhere but is experimented on. THIS KID. By the time Vegeta's finished, he already has the look. You know The Look, of a saiyan so angry he wants to just Destroy The Things hurting his father and family here.

Quick pose another question before he gets too far down that road of thought.]

What's the me like? The-- son that grew up with you?

[Hey he knows that look. He sort of forgot that that kinda stuff bugged his son this much. But he stays calm despite it. It might of upset Trunks, but that's the facts and he's not sorry for being up front with him.]

Heh. Well. He's a bit more relaxed than you are, I'd say. With good reason of course. He's not exactly what I'd call driven either. He does what he needs to, but he'd much rather spend his day goofing off than getting any real work done. Which I'm surprised by. He runs Capsule Corporation nowadays, but frequently sneaks out of work. I've caught him in the act before. [He rolls his eyes, but continues on.]

As you can imagine, he takes after his dad a little though- [He grins as he says this part-] and is a bit sassy with me and others at times. I wouldn't call him completely full of himself, but he does have confidence, I'll give him that. And I can't even begin to describe to you what a troublemaker he was when he was younger. But, he's a good kid. He is most certainly polite otherwise, and kind enough that he's likable by most.

[So everything he himself isn't. Awesome.

Still, got his mind off the other stuff Vegeta said so. He's visibly calmer, and. Dares to take the few quick steps to walk evenly side-by-side with him.]

He took over mom's company, huh? Must be pretty stressful.

[No, seriously, if the guy's sneaking out of work, he wouldn't blame him.]

I don't think he'd be your son or mom's if he didn't have a little bit of ego.

[He looks over and smiles slyly at the comment. Yeah. He's perfectly aware of his own demeanor, and his wife's.]

What can I say. It must run in the family. Your sister didn't seem to pick it up, but, instead she got myself and your mother's temper. [Exhibit A.]

[Whoa whoa wait]

Sister?

[Yeah, that's the part he zeroes in on.]

[He nods.]

You heard me. Your sister, Bulla. My, are you in for a surprise.

If she got both your tempers, I'm sure she's... something.

[Wow they're like a real, legit family. Dang. The thought almost hurts considering how things are back in his time but nothing for it, right?]

Who else is stuck here?

Well... [There's quite a few, let him think, he's old]

To start, myself, Bulla, your other self, and your mother. Kakarot is here as well. He has another son you haven't met, named Goten who is here- and Gohan had a daughter, named Pan who is also among us. Now don't flip your lid when I tell you this, but Android 18 joined us recently as well.

[Ugh he pushed a button, he knows he did but there's no use in hiding it.]

[Nods along as he listens. Oh man his trainer/best friend/pseudo-brother had a daughter??? OH MAN WOW. Does that make him a pseudo-uncle? Wait no wrong Gohan, damn it. That's still cool though! And rather unfortunate that they're all gathered here and it just makes him suspicious but--

Oh.

Oh yeah, that was a button.

The stop-in-his-tracks button. He stands in the middle of the walkway, staring at the back of Vegeta's head, literally shaking now.]

And that was just an afterthought to tell me.

[He's going to put his foot down on any little fits Trunks throws, he swears. But he's got to explain this to him. He turns, approaching.]

Listen to me. And don't you go and fly off the handle here. You understand that your presence in our time essentially created a completely different universe, yes?

[Inhales a sharp breath through his teeth and holds it, watching him approach.]

Yes.

Alright then. The androids of our time, they're not like the ones of your world. I know it's hard to believe. Both Android 17 and 18 end up living peacefully among us after the entire ordeal is over. They prove to not be the same monsters you grew up knowing. In fact, I see 18 on a regular basis.

...She married Krillin.

...

[Yep. This is a dream. It's some kind of coma-induced dream because Nope, not logical or reasonable at all. If the androids were people, sure he'd believe it but. They're monsters. They're programmed to behave certain ways, it's the whole point of their existence. To hate humans and destroy everything. Hell, even the monsters themselves told that to him.

The fact that he's not trembling should be the first clue that yeah no he's. Not on board at all.]

I... See.

[He really doesn't know what to say to that reaction. It's pretty clear that he doesn't get it.]

I could get a hold of her and you can ask her yourself. [Because he's annoyed that Trunks isn't fucking following him here god son]

No, why don't I just--

[Yeah, he's walking again, right past him in the direction they were going. But his tone is almost deadly.]

How about I just see for myself.

[He sighs. He's not going to get through to him, is he.]

Fine by me. But if you do decide to try your hand at destroying her anyway, you're going to find out quickly how fruitless that will be. You haven't had the proper training yet, and even if you did I wouldn't allow it to happen.

[He doesn't like 18, but she is Krillin's wife, their daughter is friends with Bulla and they need 18 here to fight just as much as anyone else. And he does not need 18 suffering from a death penalty just because Trunks lost his mind.]

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