First Dragon Ball Z Fic. So don't hate me because it might sound weird. And I would call Bulla "Bra" but whenever I see that word, I think of the lingere garment. And I'm pretty sure one of these things was spelled wrong. Anyway, R&R. And Vegeta is OOC in this one.
(Trunks's POV)
This is so boring! Who said homework had to be one at home anyway? Sure, my grades weren't that great. But why does my mom not let me hang out with Goten? I had already done this in school. I sighed and put my pencil down, on top of non-stop studying, I had to watch over Bulla; she is so annoying.
"Trunks." she said, coming into my room holding a stuffed toy. "I wanna play."
"Sure." I said. "Let's play a game."
Shit! Shit! Shit! This is not good! I just wanted Bulla to stop bugging me and making dress in the fairy princess outfit. So I had taken her outside to train; she's a Half-Sayin, she should know half of this stuff. But then again, she's dad's little girll; he would never hurt her like I just did. What was I even thinking going Super Sayin? She was just a kid.
But now, she had blood all over her, she wouldn't stop crying, and I think I broke her arm. I tried to gather her into my arms to take her to the hospital, but she screamed even louder. When mom's capsule care pulled up and she and dad stepped out; their eyes locked with mine as dad ran to us. "I didn't mean to..." I said. "It was an accident."
"What did you do to her?" Dad asked, taking Bulla into his arms. "Ssh, it's okay sweetie. Daddy's here."
"Trunks, what did you do?" Mom asked.
"I-I was trying to train her." I stuttered. "But I didn't mean to hurt her. I swear."
"Well you should've thought about that sooner." she said as she too tried to soothe my crying sister. "I thought you were smarter than that."
I whimpered as dad stood up and headed for the car so he could take her to the hospital. Thankfully, only her nose was broken; what teeth got knocked out would grow back eventually, and she sprained her wrist really bad. Unfortunately, her mouth was going to be sore for a few more days, and the painkillers made her drowsy, so she stayed in bed half of the time.
One day, when mom and dad went out, and left me with Goten's brother Gohan, I saw her eating an ice cream pop. Watching as it made a mess all over her sheets and her hands. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cupcake liner before returning and taking it from her; hearing her start crying as I pressed the stick through the paper liner and gave it back. "How are you feeling sis?" I asked.
"I'm not talking to you." she said, licking her ice cream pop. "You hurt me."
"I'm sorry about that." I said. "I never meant to hurt you."
She stuck her tongue out at me and finished her ice cream pop, wiping her hands on her pajamas as I groaned.
"Now look at you." I said. "You're all dirty."
"No I'm not." she said.
"You just wiped your sticky hands all over your pajamas." I said. "Come on, bathtime." I picked her up as dad announced that he and mom were home, and she kicked me in the face, running down to meet them.
"Daddy," she called, jumping into dad's arms. "Trunks is trying to hurt me again."
"I was trying to give her a bath." I said, wiping away a drop of blood from my nose. "She hasn't had one since she got hurt, and her pajamas are covered in ice cream."
"Well, I will agree. She is a bit smelly." Dad said. "I'll give her a bath." He took her upstairs as mom gave me a dirty look. Really? I said I was sorry everyday for the past week Bulla was on bedrest; and she was still mad. I walked back to my room and shut the door behind me, packing my clothes up as I listened to dad and Bulla giggle as he gave her her bath.
Feeling a little left out by that, I opened my window and just stood there, waiting until they went to sleep before going super Sayin and flying across the sky.
(Bulla's POV)
I felt a little bad for teasing Trunks this past week. Truth is, my mouth stopped hurting after two days; but I loved the attention mommy and daddy gave to me, just because I got hurt. When I saw a streak of yellow flying across the sky, I knew that he had gone super Sayin; but it was raining out, and the forecast called for a storm. I opened my window and leaned my head out, feeling the rain run down my face the way the warm bathwater did when daddy cleaned me.
"Trunks!" I yelled over the roaring thunder. "Trunks, get back inside!" He didn't hear me. "Trunks!" I yelled, a little louder. "Get out of the rain." Still nothing. Little did they know, I had already gone super Sayin a while ago, so it was easy to go after him. "Trunks!" I yelled again.
Finally, he looked at me. "Go away!" he yelled. "You shouldn't be out here in this storm."
"Neither should you." I yelled back. "You'll get sick."
"Just go home Bulla." he shouted over the thunder. "Even you've seen the way mom looks at me after I got you hurt."
"But that was an accident." I yelled back. "I was just playing. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make mommy hate you." The next thing I knew, there was a very bright flash of light, and I was thrown back with a great amount of force; I watched as the lightning hit Trunks, and he fell, hitting the ground with a loud crunch that even I could hear. "Trunks!" I screamed. I flew down to the ground, running to him and falling in the mud as I reached him. "Trunks?" I called. "Trunks, wake up."
He didn't answer, he just looked at me with the same blue eyes as me and mommy, and they didn't even respond. "Trunks?" I asked. "No...No! NO!" I buried my face in his chest and started crying, letting my warm tears mix with the cool rain.
R&R
