Disclaimer: Hmm. . . they're not mine. Sadly. . .
Author's Notes: My first time--be gentle! ^-^ Anyway, two parts (at least). Shonen-ai! (hee hee hee) Hope ya like it.
Oh, yeah, ~ ~ ~ ~ denotes flashback
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"I just don't understand him," Trunks thought to himself. "Why does he do this to me?" He gave a deep sigh to keep from crying. "It's like he doesn't even _want_ me here!" Trunks heaved another great sigh as he plopped himself down on the bed.
He hissed as he caught the site of the picture frame sitting innocently on his bedside table. The black metal frame seemed to glint evilly at him. "I hate you!" Trunks screamed ferociously as he slung the photograph across the room. It smashed into the far wall and ended on the floor with a shrill ring. Trunks sat staring at it for several minutes, clenching his fists and seething in his anger.
Slowly, Trunks stood and shakily walked to the lifeless metal heap on the floor. He picked it up, brushing bits of broken glass from the surface. The photograph was of his father. Vegeta was holding a small bundle with lavender hair. The child looked up adoringly at his father. Vegeta looked at his son with pure love. Bulma had snapped this picture while Vegeta was in an unguarded moment. This was one of the few photos ever taken in which Vegeta was smiling.
Trunks gazed intently at the man who was his father. "Why are you doing this to me?" he hissed, "Why?" Trunks reached out to touch the photograph, tracing his father's features as he blinked back tears. "What happened?" he demanded of the photograph as hot tears seared his cheeks. "What did I do?" Trunks' voice cracked as he pleaded with the photo. He hugged the metal frame tightly to his chest, sinking to the floor. "I don't understand," he sobbed, rocking gently with his knees drawn up to his chest. "Why don't you love me anymore?"
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"Trunks! I know you're in there!" Trunks woke to the sound of his best friend, Goten, pounding on his door. Trunks groaned as he removed the overstuffed pillow from his face and bright sunlight filled his eyes. He blinked groggily and slowly sat up.
"Go away!" he half heartedly yelled.
"Aw, come on, Trunks! Open the door!" Goten pounded the door again. "Let me in!"
Trunks gingerly stood up and made his way across the room. Goten jumped as the door suddenly swung open. "It wasn't locked," Trunks stated flatly. He left the door open, turned, and sat down on his bed. He held his head in his hands.
"Oh, sorry," Goten grinned sheepishly as he carefully stepped in to the room. "Uh, I let myself into the house. No one else is home."
"What time is it, Goten?"
"Its about a quarter 'tll eight. I'm sorry to come by so early, but I was out jogging and well," Goten sat down beside his friend. "I was worried, I just had to come by and make sure you were OK." Goten gently reached out and placed his hand on Trunks' shoulder.
"Ow!" Trunks pulled away.
Goten jerked his hand away quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean," Goten broke off, not knowing what else to say.
Trunks flashed a small but beautiful smile at his friend. "I'll live. I'm just a little sore, is all."
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"Trunks, come on! We'll just make it to the movie if we leave now," Goten tugged on his friend's jacket sleeve.
"But, I," Trunks began to protest, looking at the scattered weapons before him. He had a lot of work to do, the place was a mess. He looked over at Goten, who was smiling at him innocently. "I _did_ promise him," Trunks thought to himself. "I _could_ do this later, father will never know." Trunks grinned at his friend. "Ok, ok," he threw his hands up in mock surrender. "But we gotta come straight home."
"Ok," Goten cheerily agreed. "Now, come on!" He grabbed his best friend by the hand and drug him out the door.
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Goten stumbled over something in the dark, it hit the floor with a hollow thud. "Shhh!" Trunks warned as he righted the toppled chair. "We don't want to wake him up!" he whispered a little too loudly. The boys began giggling uncontrollably. "Shh! Shh! Be quiet! He's going to hear us!" Trunks managed to gasp between fits of snickering. This is what he enjoyed most. Spending time with his best friend and laughing like a complete idiot for no reason at all.
The friends made their way to the weapon room. Goten would help Trunks complete his task before his father's morning inspection. "Come on, we have to hurry!" Trunks pushed a tiny button on his watch that illuminated the face. "Its almost 3 o'clock! He's going to be up soon."
"He already is," a deep voice growled menacingly in the darkness. A figure stepped forward from the darkened doorway, eyes and teeth gleaming evilly in the dark.
The two boys gasped in surprise. Where did he come from? They hadn't sensed him at all! "Father," Trunks began, stepping forward.
"Where have you been?!" Vegeta growled fiercely as he stepped within inches of his son.
Even in the darkness, Goten could see he color drain from Trunks' face. "W-we went to a movie," Trunks hesitantly replied. "I thought--"
"You thought you could shirk your responsibilities!!" Vegeta howled. He reached out a powerful hand and grabbed his son's wrist, twisting if fiercely.
"Ah," Trunks protested quietly.
"You spend your time foolishly," Vegeta hissed, tightening his grip on his son. Trunks moaned in pain as he sunk to is knees. It felt like Vegeta was ripping his arm off!
"Father, please," Trunks whimpered, "You're hurting me," tears of pain, emotional and physical, filled his eyes.
"Hurting you?" Vegeta's eyes grew wide with anger. He jerked Trunks to his feet. "You are _not_ my son!" Vegeta roared. "No son of mine would be as _pathetic_! You are worthless!" Vegeta fiercely backhanded Trunks. The boy went flying backwards, only to be caught in Goten's arms.
"Are you Ok?" Goten asked.
"Hai," Trunks answered, straightening himself. He wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve. "I'm all right."
"And _you_," Vegeta turned his gaze to Goten for the first time. "This is of no concern of yours. Leave!"
"Vegeta, look," Goten started as he stepped forward, only to be stopped by Trunks' hand on his shoulder.
"Please, Goten," Trunks pleaded. "Just go. I'll be Ok."
Goten hardly believed that. He glanced at Vegeta, then looked back to Trunks. "Trunks, I won't leave," Goten whispered fiercely.
"Please," Trunks pleaded again.
Finally, Goten nodded. "Hai," he said miserably. He showed himself to the door, not able to look back.
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"So," Goten said, looking at his friend. "All the times you've been injured," he trailed off uneasily.
"Wasn't due to sparring," Trunks confirmed his friend's theory.
"Damn it, Trunks," Goten burst out. "Why don't you _do_ something?"
"What am I supposed to do?" Trunks asked wearily. "Fight my father?"
"Well, yeah!" Goten bristled. "Its _wrong_ Trunks. I don't care _who_ he is, he doesn't have the right!" Trunks only sighed. "Does your mother know?"
"No," Trunks adamantly shook his head. "It wouldn't do any good. At least this way he leaves her alone."
"Does _anyone_ know?" Goten placed a caring hand on his best friend's shoulder.
Trunks turned to his friend with tears in his eyes. "Just you, Goten." He began sobbing. Goten pulled him close, gently stroking his friend's lavender locks.
"Shh," Goten soothed. "Its OK, I won't let him hurt you again." He softly clasped Trunks' chin and tilted his head towards him. Their eyes met.
"I promise, Trunks. I promise."
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"Hey!" Trunks screeched playfully. "Not my hair!" He put his hands up to shield himself from the intent splashing of Goten. "Stop it!" he squealed again.
"OK," Goten said mischievously. "I'll stop splashing." He swam over to Trunks, who was reclining casually on a floating raft. "Ah, my little Bioushen," Goten leaned over Trunks. "He doesn't want his hair wet!" He laughed and lightly placed his lips on Trunks'. Trunks gently pulled Goten to him in a deeper, more passionate kiss. Trunks sighed as they drew apart. Goten smiled warmly at him. "Sorry," he said simply.
"For what?" Trunks asked, confused.
"For _this_!" Goten quickly grabbed the raft and flipped Trunks into the water. He laughed hysterically.
"Goten!" Trunks gasped as he surfaced, dripping wet.
"Ah, I didn't mean to!" Goten said unconvincingly. "Oops!" He laughed again. "Can you _ever_ forgive me?" He mock pleaded with Trunks.
"No, never," Trunks crossed his arms over his chest and turned his back to
Goten, feigning anger.
Goten leaned over Trunks' shoulder. "Never?" He asked, eyebrows arched.
"Well," Trunks turned to face Goten. "Unless," he wrapped his arms around his friend. "I can," he pulled him closer. "Do _this_!" Trunks wailed triumphantly as he dunked his best friend under the blue water. He held him down for a few minutes for good measure.
Goten came up sputtering. "You devil!"
"Now we're even," Trunks laughed. "And you're forgiven." he pulled Goten close. Ah, Kami, how much he loved him!
"Goten!" ChiChi's voice rang from inside the house. "Lunch is ready!"
Goten and Trunks smiled meaningfully at each other before separating. "Coming, mom!" he answered as he climbed out of the pool.
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It had been two weeks since Trunks had last seen his father. With his mother gone away for a conference and his sister vacationing with his grandparents, there was no reason to go home. Goten had invited him to stay with his family. He had enjoyed his peaceful time with the Son family. Goten had such a wonderful life, no wonder he was always so cheerful. He had a mother who was always home to comfort and look after her children. Tho ChiChi was overbearing and protective, it was obvious she loved her family. He had a big brother to spend lazy evenings with, to go to for advice and support. And a father that loved him. A father that respected him. A father that never hurt him.
Trunks thought he could learn to like it here. For the first time in years he felt cared for. He felt safe. It was almost to good to be true. He'd forgotten just how good life could be. He hadn't smiled this much in years.
"So, Trunks," ChiChi chirped cheerfully as she sat the table for supper. "When is your mother coming back?"
"Uh," Trunks answered as he helped place the silver ware. "She'll be back in a week or so."
"You must be so proud of her!" ChiChi beamed. "I couldn't imagine _going_ to a conference, let alone _speaking_ at one!"
"Yeah," Trunks nodded. "She's definitely something." He looked away and sighed, "I just wish she were home more often."
"Awww," ChiChi cooed. "Don't' worry, dear, she'll be home soon. And in the mean time, feel free to stay as long as you like!"
"Thanks, ChiChi, I appericate it. You don't know how much that means," he hugged her tighter and his voice cracked slightly as he got emotional.
"Its always such a joy to have you here." She held him at arms length, looking him over in a motherly fashion. "You're such a charming young man, you must get it from your mother's side." They both laughed, breaking the uneasy silence.
"Hey, mom," Goten shuffled into the room. "Gohan said they're on their way."
"Wonderful, dear," ChiChi smiled at her son. "Now, go wash up then come help me finish setting the table." She turned to go back into the kitchen.
"Yes," Trunks thought to himself. "'Life is perfect here."
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With the meal over, the dished had been cleared away and tea was served. The conversation had been going on for sometime. ChiChi busied herself refilling cups and brewing more tea. No sooner did someone empty their cup, ChiChi was there to fill it up again.
"Hey guys," ChiChi called from the kitchen. "Guess what I have!" She stepped through the kitchen door carrying a tray. "Cookies!"
The crowd gasped. They all stared in wonder at the magnitude of cookies she sat on the table before them. "They look wonderful, honey!" Goku commented as his mouth began to water.
"Yeah, mom!" Gohan piped up. "They smell delicious, too!"
"Well, don't just _look_ at them," she chided playfully. "Eat them!"
The group fiercely dun into the mound of freshly baked cookies. "These are great, ChiChi!" Krillian announced. "Too bad Vegeta isn't here to have some, maybe they'd sweeten his disposition!" Krillian glanced around nervously at the uneasy silence that followed. "Uh, where is Vegeta anyway?"
"Don't know," Goten said casually between mouthfuls of cookie.
"He hasn't been showing up for sparring," Gohan shrugged.
"He does that sometimes," Goku said matter of factly. "Disappears for days."
"Oh," Krillian said uneasily, wishing he'd never of asked to begin with. "Ok," he looked at Trunks who was strangely quiet. That was odd. "Well, as long as no one else is worried," Krillian laughed nervously. "I'm sure he can take care of himself. Hee hee hee," Kirllian scratched his head awkwardly at the silence.
Suddenly ChiChi bustled in with another tray. "More cookies?"
"Yeah."
"Sure!"
"Thanks, mom!"
The deafening silence was broken! "Whew!" Krillian thought to himself. "_That_ was weird!"
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End of part one. Part two coming soon. Please let me know what ya think!!!!
Author's Notes: My first time--be gentle! ^-^ Anyway, two parts (at least). Shonen-ai! (hee hee hee) Hope ya like it.
Oh, yeah, ~ ~ ~ ~ denotes flashback
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"I just don't understand him," Trunks thought to himself. "Why does he do this to me?" He gave a deep sigh to keep from crying. "It's like he doesn't even _want_ me here!" Trunks heaved another great sigh as he plopped himself down on the bed.
He hissed as he caught the site of the picture frame sitting innocently on his bedside table. The black metal frame seemed to glint evilly at him. "I hate you!" Trunks screamed ferociously as he slung the photograph across the room. It smashed into the far wall and ended on the floor with a shrill ring. Trunks sat staring at it for several minutes, clenching his fists and seething in his anger.
Slowly, Trunks stood and shakily walked to the lifeless metal heap on the floor. He picked it up, brushing bits of broken glass from the surface. The photograph was of his father. Vegeta was holding a small bundle with lavender hair. The child looked up adoringly at his father. Vegeta looked at his son with pure love. Bulma had snapped this picture while Vegeta was in an unguarded moment. This was one of the few photos ever taken in which Vegeta was smiling.
Trunks gazed intently at the man who was his father. "Why are you doing this to me?" he hissed, "Why?" Trunks reached out to touch the photograph, tracing his father's features as he blinked back tears. "What happened?" he demanded of the photograph as hot tears seared his cheeks. "What did I do?" Trunks' voice cracked as he pleaded with the photo. He hugged the metal frame tightly to his chest, sinking to the floor. "I don't understand," he sobbed, rocking gently with his knees drawn up to his chest. "Why don't you love me anymore?"
* * * * *
"Trunks! I know you're in there!" Trunks woke to the sound of his best friend, Goten, pounding on his door. Trunks groaned as he removed the overstuffed pillow from his face and bright sunlight filled his eyes. He blinked groggily and slowly sat up.
"Go away!" he half heartedly yelled.
"Aw, come on, Trunks! Open the door!" Goten pounded the door again. "Let me in!"
Trunks gingerly stood up and made his way across the room. Goten jumped as the door suddenly swung open. "It wasn't locked," Trunks stated flatly. He left the door open, turned, and sat down on his bed. He held his head in his hands.
"Oh, sorry," Goten grinned sheepishly as he carefully stepped in to the room. "Uh, I let myself into the house. No one else is home."
"What time is it, Goten?"
"Its about a quarter 'tll eight. I'm sorry to come by so early, but I was out jogging and well," Goten sat down beside his friend. "I was worried, I just had to come by and make sure you were OK." Goten gently reached out and placed his hand on Trunks' shoulder.
"Ow!" Trunks pulled away.
Goten jerked his hand away quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean," Goten broke off, not knowing what else to say.
Trunks flashed a small but beautiful smile at his friend. "I'll live. I'm just a little sore, is all."
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"Trunks, come on! We'll just make it to the movie if we leave now," Goten tugged on his friend's jacket sleeve.
"But, I," Trunks began to protest, looking at the scattered weapons before him. He had a lot of work to do, the place was a mess. He looked over at Goten, who was smiling at him innocently. "I _did_ promise him," Trunks thought to himself. "I _could_ do this later, father will never know." Trunks grinned at his friend. "Ok, ok," he threw his hands up in mock surrender. "But we gotta come straight home."
"Ok," Goten cheerily agreed. "Now, come on!" He grabbed his best friend by the hand and drug him out the door.
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Goten stumbled over something in the dark, it hit the floor with a hollow thud. "Shhh!" Trunks warned as he righted the toppled chair. "We don't want to wake him up!" he whispered a little too loudly. The boys began giggling uncontrollably. "Shh! Shh! Be quiet! He's going to hear us!" Trunks managed to gasp between fits of snickering. This is what he enjoyed most. Spending time with his best friend and laughing like a complete idiot for no reason at all.
The friends made their way to the weapon room. Goten would help Trunks complete his task before his father's morning inspection. "Come on, we have to hurry!" Trunks pushed a tiny button on his watch that illuminated the face. "Its almost 3 o'clock! He's going to be up soon."
"He already is," a deep voice growled menacingly in the darkness. A figure stepped forward from the darkened doorway, eyes and teeth gleaming evilly in the dark.
The two boys gasped in surprise. Where did he come from? They hadn't sensed him at all! "Father," Trunks began, stepping forward.
"Where have you been?!" Vegeta growled fiercely as he stepped within inches of his son.
Even in the darkness, Goten could see he color drain from Trunks' face. "W-we went to a movie," Trunks hesitantly replied. "I thought--"
"You thought you could shirk your responsibilities!!" Vegeta howled. He reached out a powerful hand and grabbed his son's wrist, twisting if fiercely.
"Ah," Trunks protested quietly.
"You spend your time foolishly," Vegeta hissed, tightening his grip on his son. Trunks moaned in pain as he sunk to is knees. It felt like Vegeta was ripping his arm off!
"Father, please," Trunks whimpered, "You're hurting me," tears of pain, emotional and physical, filled his eyes.
"Hurting you?" Vegeta's eyes grew wide with anger. He jerked Trunks to his feet. "You are _not_ my son!" Vegeta roared. "No son of mine would be as _pathetic_! You are worthless!" Vegeta fiercely backhanded Trunks. The boy went flying backwards, only to be caught in Goten's arms.
"Are you Ok?" Goten asked.
"Hai," Trunks answered, straightening himself. He wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve. "I'm all right."
"And _you_," Vegeta turned his gaze to Goten for the first time. "This is of no concern of yours. Leave!"
"Vegeta, look," Goten started as he stepped forward, only to be stopped by Trunks' hand on his shoulder.
"Please, Goten," Trunks pleaded. "Just go. I'll be Ok."
Goten hardly believed that. He glanced at Vegeta, then looked back to Trunks. "Trunks, I won't leave," Goten whispered fiercely.
"Please," Trunks pleaded again.
Finally, Goten nodded. "Hai," he said miserably. He showed himself to the door, not able to look back.
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"So," Goten said, looking at his friend. "All the times you've been injured," he trailed off uneasily.
"Wasn't due to sparring," Trunks confirmed his friend's theory.
"Damn it, Trunks," Goten burst out. "Why don't you _do_ something?"
"What am I supposed to do?" Trunks asked wearily. "Fight my father?"
"Well, yeah!" Goten bristled. "Its _wrong_ Trunks. I don't care _who_ he is, he doesn't have the right!" Trunks only sighed. "Does your mother know?"
"No," Trunks adamantly shook his head. "It wouldn't do any good. At least this way he leaves her alone."
"Does _anyone_ know?" Goten placed a caring hand on his best friend's shoulder.
Trunks turned to his friend with tears in his eyes. "Just you, Goten." He began sobbing. Goten pulled him close, gently stroking his friend's lavender locks.
"Shh," Goten soothed. "Its OK, I won't let him hurt you again." He softly clasped Trunks' chin and tilted his head towards him. Their eyes met.
"I promise, Trunks. I promise."
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"Hey!" Trunks screeched playfully. "Not my hair!" He put his hands up to shield himself from the intent splashing of Goten. "Stop it!" he squealed again.
"OK," Goten said mischievously. "I'll stop splashing." He swam over to Trunks, who was reclining casually on a floating raft. "Ah, my little Bioushen," Goten leaned over Trunks. "He doesn't want his hair wet!" He laughed and lightly placed his lips on Trunks'. Trunks gently pulled Goten to him in a deeper, more passionate kiss. Trunks sighed as they drew apart. Goten smiled warmly at him. "Sorry," he said simply.
"For what?" Trunks asked, confused.
"For _this_!" Goten quickly grabbed the raft and flipped Trunks into the water. He laughed hysterically.
"Goten!" Trunks gasped as he surfaced, dripping wet.
"Ah, I didn't mean to!" Goten said unconvincingly. "Oops!" He laughed again. "Can you _ever_ forgive me?" He mock pleaded with Trunks.
"No, never," Trunks crossed his arms over his chest and turned his back to
Goten, feigning anger.
Goten leaned over Trunks' shoulder. "Never?" He asked, eyebrows arched.
"Well," Trunks turned to face Goten. "Unless," he wrapped his arms around his friend. "I can," he pulled him closer. "Do _this_!" Trunks wailed triumphantly as he dunked his best friend under the blue water. He held him down for a few minutes for good measure.
Goten came up sputtering. "You devil!"
"Now we're even," Trunks laughed. "And you're forgiven." he pulled Goten close. Ah, Kami, how much he loved him!
"Goten!" ChiChi's voice rang from inside the house. "Lunch is ready!"
Goten and Trunks smiled meaningfully at each other before separating. "Coming, mom!" he answered as he climbed out of the pool.
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It had been two weeks since Trunks had last seen his father. With his mother gone away for a conference and his sister vacationing with his grandparents, there was no reason to go home. Goten had invited him to stay with his family. He had enjoyed his peaceful time with the Son family. Goten had such a wonderful life, no wonder he was always so cheerful. He had a mother who was always home to comfort and look after her children. Tho ChiChi was overbearing and protective, it was obvious she loved her family. He had a big brother to spend lazy evenings with, to go to for advice and support. And a father that loved him. A father that respected him. A father that never hurt him.
Trunks thought he could learn to like it here. For the first time in years he felt cared for. He felt safe. It was almost to good to be true. He'd forgotten just how good life could be. He hadn't smiled this much in years.
"So, Trunks," ChiChi chirped cheerfully as she sat the table for supper. "When is your mother coming back?"
"Uh," Trunks answered as he helped place the silver ware. "She'll be back in a week or so."
"You must be so proud of her!" ChiChi beamed. "I couldn't imagine _going_ to a conference, let alone _speaking_ at one!"
"Yeah," Trunks nodded. "She's definitely something." He looked away and sighed, "I just wish she were home more often."
"Awww," ChiChi cooed. "Don't' worry, dear, she'll be home soon. And in the mean time, feel free to stay as long as you like!"
"Thanks, ChiChi, I appericate it. You don't know how much that means," he hugged her tighter and his voice cracked slightly as he got emotional.
"Its always such a joy to have you here." She held him at arms length, looking him over in a motherly fashion. "You're such a charming young man, you must get it from your mother's side." They both laughed, breaking the uneasy silence.
"Hey, mom," Goten shuffled into the room. "Gohan said they're on their way."
"Wonderful, dear," ChiChi smiled at her son. "Now, go wash up then come help me finish setting the table." She turned to go back into the kitchen.
"Yes," Trunks thought to himself. "'Life is perfect here."
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With the meal over, the dished had been cleared away and tea was served. The conversation had been going on for sometime. ChiChi busied herself refilling cups and brewing more tea. No sooner did someone empty their cup, ChiChi was there to fill it up again.
"Hey guys," ChiChi called from the kitchen. "Guess what I have!" She stepped through the kitchen door carrying a tray. "Cookies!"
The crowd gasped. They all stared in wonder at the magnitude of cookies she sat on the table before them. "They look wonderful, honey!" Goku commented as his mouth began to water.
"Yeah, mom!" Gohan piped up. "They smell delicious, too!"
"Well, don't just _look_ at them," she chided playfully. "Eat them!"
The group fiercely dun into the mound of freshly baked cookies. "These are great, ChiChi!" Krillian announced. "Too bad Vegeta isn't here to have some, maybe they'd sweeten his disposition!" Krillian glanced around nervously at the uneasy silence that followed. "Uh, where is Vegeta anyway?"
"Don't know," Goten said casually between mouthfuls of cookie.
"He hasn't been showing up for sparring," Gohan shrugged.
"He does that sometimes," Goku said matter of factly. "Disappears for days."
"Oh," Krillian said uneasily, wishing he'd never of asked to begin with. "Ok," he looked at Trunks who was strangely quiet. That was odd. "Well, as long as no one else is worried," Krillian laughed nervously. "I'm sure he can take care of himself. Hee hee hee," Kirllian scratched his head awkwardly at the silence.
Suddenly ChiChi bustled in with another tray. "More cookies?"
"Yeah."
"Sure!"
"Thanks, mom!"
The deafening silence was broken! "Whew!" Krillian thought to himself. "_That_ was weird!"
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End of part one. Part two coming soon. Please let me know what ya think!!!!