My Past, Our Destinies

Almighty Saiyan

Chapter 7: Almighty Saiyan

Chapter 7

The next day Vegeta woke up with his old desire to be a super sayan renewed. He needed to take that 'damned slut' out of his head; if she wanted to throw a party and sell her body...to hell with it.

'Why am I dreaming I am mating her? Better yet, why do I care if she mates that poor excuse of a sayan!? I don't give a shit! I only need to beat Kakkarot and then blow this stupid mud ball to the next dimension!'

Vegeta then as soon as he finished his thoughts stood up from his bed and didn't even care with all the 'brushing and washing' usual in the mornings. He went straight to train.

At the kitchen Bulma and Bunny rummaged through some flowers and more details for the party that would be held next day's evening. Everything was almost set, just some minimal details were still to be taken care of.

"Mom it's already enough! He will think we are treating him like a girl...It's supposed to be a party not a MARRIAGE!"

"I know darling, but..but..you know a par..."

"No more buts mom! Let's skip to the table details this time..."

"If you prefer it that way..."

Mirai was still in bed wondering about the week's past events. How his future parents argued over nothing, how his mom was happy and fiery, how his father was a 'jackass' as Bulma put it and many other little things he noticed those days he never imagined could ever happen.

He still had to report to his mom via a mini computer that was installed on his pod. It consumed little energy besides he kept a spare battery for him to communicate with his mom while the pod charged properly. He could send small texts reporting some details. He then opened the capsule that held his pod which was supposed to be halfway recharged. As soon as the steam had faded away Mirai could see the pod was still uncharged; it was as if he never put it back to charging. It seemed the energy cable had suffered some kind of strange damage, as if it had melted into a pile of crushed wires.

"Great! Now how the hell am I supposed to be home?!", he said experated.

Mirai turned his head and observed the pod with more attention. The pod had an oval entrance at the top, a couch-like small seat, the control panel and a small case where he kept his little belongings. He reached for his mini computer and thankfully it had some charge.

He quickly went through the keys and sent his mom a very brief message.

'Mom the pod has a problem. I'll ask for help. Don't know when I'll be back. Love u.'

Not only did he have to worry about his mom, he had to worry with his two mothers. Not that he didn't like his past mother, but she was a little too much sometimes, always curious and ready for 'fun', as she openly put it. She was adoring, yes, still way too happy. 'Maybe she can help me fix this...at least lend me the tools, I don't have any here...I need to be careful unless I want her to know more things about my mom...I mean herself.'

"Well I'll ask her to have a look at it anyways..."

xxx at the GR xxx

Vegeta trained as crazy blowing his ki beams at the bolts Bulma made. They were made not a long time ago, still they already looked like crap...thanks to nice and gentle Vegeta who of course 'needed his training and had to have the best facilities that mud ball of a planet was able to offer.'

Vegeta started to go on all that the woman had been doing lately...well it resumed in only a word: Mirai...much to Vegeta's distaste.

Not that he ever would admit it but he was jealous. He wanted to kill the guy, it was something natural. He couldn't stand that baka , those bakas fucking around like that! And he truly thought the best word to describe them in every way truly was fucking. In his mind the only logical thing that could make a men drool over a stupid female was sex. That narrow minded Vegeta!