Emotions, Time Travel and Love
Chapter One
"C'mon Trunks, eat you're cereal!" cried an exasperated Bulma to the young child in front of her.
The little violet haired boy in front of her shoook his head.
Bulma clenched her fists. "You WILL eat your cereal or you won't be allowed to train with your father today."
Trunks' eyes grew wide and he slammed his little fist on the table. "Not fair, I don't like Lucky Charms!" he yelled.
"Well then why on Earth did you beg me to buy them?!" screamed Bulma, putting her hands on her hips and scowling.
"Because of the toy!"
Bulma sighed. "You're definitly Vegita's son." she mumbled as she picked up the full bowl and put it in the sink. She thought the cereal was gross too. "Fine, go train your little heart out."
The young boy jumped off his chair and let out a war cry as he rushed out of the room. Bulma sighed and dropped into a chair. She was tired from last nights fight with Vegita. It had been, in her opinion, all his fault.
"If you would just pay more attention to him!" she yelled across the room to Vegita, "then he would probably be a lot happier!"
"Don't blame his attitude on me woman!" growled Vegita. "He's your kid."
That was when Bulma had exploded. It was bad anough that he should ignore his own child, but refusing to acknowledge that Trunks was also his made her anger skyrocket. She had screamed all night, only stopping after her voice gave out. Then when Vegita had gone into the hallway to try and escape her "shrilling babble" she had locked him out. Ofcourse, he could have easily broken down the door, but he wasn't the kind of guy who would make a fool out of himself by showing that being locked out had any effect on him.
So Bulma had spent the night tossing and turning, worrying about Trunks and thinking about the inhumanity in Vegita. Now her face was showing her emotional troubles, for she had hollows under her eyes from lack of sleep and her hair was a mess.
"Well aren't you beautiful this morning." commented Vegita as he settled himself down at the table with a cruel smile. "Didn't have a good sleep?"
"Shut up." she said tersely. "I don't want to talk to you at all. And you can just make your own breakfast too."
Vegita snorted. "Not having me in your bed makes you colder than usual Bulma." he commented as he grabbed the cartoon of cereal. "Yech!" he yelled and he threw it down. "What is this crap!?"
"Lucky Charms, which is a wonderful cereal." lied Bulma as she grabbed the box and turned away from Vegita.
"I bet that monster you call a son made you buy it, eh?" asked Vegita with a laugh.
That was it. That was the last straw. Bulma felt tears surge up in her eyes, much to her dismay. I won't cry in front of him, she had promised herself, but now it was to late for stupid promises. She whirled around and when she saw his smirk cried out. "You asshole! How dare you talk like that about your own son!"
Vegita was startled by her tears more than her language. He had never seen her get so eotional over a little comment about his son. He didn't know how to react. "I can't belive you're such a baby about this." he said. "Your precious little Trunks is less of a crybaby than you."
"I'm leaving!" screamed Bulma, and she ran down the hallway to Trunks. "Trunks!"
A blur of lavender raced toward her and stopped right in front of Bulma. "Go get ready, we're going to visit Goten and ChiChi."
Trunks smiled and raced away, thinking about how nice his mom was to let him go to his best friends house AND not have to eat his cereal. What a day!
Vegita came up behind Bulma and, in a spurt of affection, put his arms around her waist. "Bulma, don't be mad about what I said." he said in a low voice. Bulma turned around and sent a look that had made better men than Vegita cringe.
"I-AM-LEAVING!" she yelled in his ear, making him let her go and cover his ears. "GOOD-BYE!"
******
"So you just left?"
Bulma sighed. "Of course I did ChiChi, I mean, he was acting like such a little-"
"Virgin ears."interupted Bulma, gesturing toward the children.
"What's a virgin?" asked Goten as he scratched his hair.
"Go play." said ChiChi tersely, and the two children scampered.
"I'm this close to kicking him out of the house." Bulma whispered. "The man doesn't even care about his own child."
ChiChi got up from her chair and grabbed two mugs of coffee. "I can't believe that Vegeta has no feelings for his son." she said quickly.
"How would you know?!" said Bulma, thinking of how Vegita had acted that morning.
"Because...well...has he ever brought Trunks anywhere with just him?"
"He's brought him to the carnival a couple of times and he trains with him a lot but this morning-"
ChiChi put her hand up. "Did you do anything to him that might have made him say things that he knew would hurt you?" she asked, and Bulma blushed.
"I may have locked him out of my room last night."
ChiChi stood up. "See! I knew he wasn't just a heartless fighter!" she said.
Bulma looked up. "I suppose your right." she said quietly. "But I wish he'd be nicer to Trunks. I mean, he's just a little kid."
ChiChi shrugged. "You knew that Vegeta wasn't the sentimental type long before Trunks came along." she said, and winked. "Take what you can get honey. My husband didn't even know he had two sons! These saiyans are just naturally bad fathers."
******
"Dad can we train?" asked Trunks as he ran into his father. "Please please please please!"
Vegeta looked down and shrugged, which was Trunks' sign that it was okay to train. He raced past his father and into the training room. Vegeta looked at the door and caught Bulma's gaze, holding it.
"Well?" asked Bulma, irritated the Vegeta wasn't saying anything, just staring.
He still remained silent.
Bulma sighed loudly and pushed past him. "You'll never change Vegeta!" she yelled behind her shoulder. "You'll always be a heartless monster."
Vegeta could think of about a million sarcastic remarks for that, but he decided that Bulma probably wouldn't appreciate any of them. "What do you want me to say?" he yelled at the retreating figure.
She turned around quickly, sadness and hatred blurred in her voice. "Tell me that you don't hate your own son." she said slowly.
Vegeta was taken back, but he didn't show it. Talk about random! "What on Earth made you think I hate Trunks?" he asked, walking toward Bulma. "Woman, are you really that dense?"
"I think after this morning that I have a very good reason for thinking that you might." said Bulma. "Besides, you still haven't denied it."
"Some things are so stupid they shouldn't be credited with an answer." said Vegeta, but at the look in Bulma's eyes quickly added, "But in case you're wondering, I DO NOT hate Trunks."
Bulma smiled a little. She had been sure not to say "Do you love Trunks?" because she was afraid of what he might answer. "Good." she said loudly, and walked down the hallway. Suddenly she felt firm arms wrap around her waist. "Ahhhhh...Vegeta, what are you doing?" she asked with a little laugh as he began to kiss her neck.
"Vegeta, Trunks is right outside!" cried Bulma as he opened the door to her room.
He laid her on the bed gently, and said with a slight growl. "I don't see you trying to stop me."
Notes: Please have some nice comments to say about this...bad ones will not be taken lightly (im serious) and any ideas about upcoming
chapters would be nice!
Chapter One
"C'mon Trunks, eat you're cereal!" cried an exasperated Bulma to the young child in front of her.
The little violet haired boy in front of her shoook his head.
Bulma clenched her fists. "You WILL eat your cereal or you won't be allowed to train with your father today."
Trunks' eyes grew wide and he slammed his little fist on the table. "Not fair, I don't like Lucky Charms!" he yelled.
"Well then why on Earth did you beg me to buy them?!" screamed Bulma, putting her hands on her hips and scowling.
"Because of the toy!"
Bulma sighed. "You're definitly Vegita's son." she mumbled as she picked up the full bowl and put it in the sink. She thought the cereal was gross too. "Fine, go train your little heart out."
The young boy jumped off his chair and let out a war cry as he rushed out of the room. Bulma sighed and dropped into a chair. She was tired from last nights fight with Vegita. It had been, in her opinion, all his fault.
"If you would just pay more attention to him!" she yelled across the room to Vegita, "then he would probably be a lot happier!"
"Don't blame his attitude on me woman!" growled Vegita. "He's your kid."
That was when Bulma had exploded. It was bad anough that he should ignore his own child, but refusing to acknowledge that Trunks was also his made her anger skyrocket. She had screamed all night, only stopping after her voice gave out. Then when Vegita had gone into the hallway to try and escape her "shrilling babble" she had locked him out. Ofcourse, he could have easily broken down the door, but he wasn't the kind of guy who would make a fool out of himself by showing that being locked out had any effect on him.
So Bulma had spent the night tossing and turning, worrying about Trunks and thinking about the inhumanity in Vegita. Now her face was showing her emotional troubles, for she had hollows under her eyes from lack of sleep and her hair was a mess.
"Well aren't you beautiful this morning." commented Vegita as he settled himself down at the table with a cruel smile. "Didn't have a good sleep?"
"Shut up." she said tersely. "I don't want to talk to you at all. And you can just make your own breakfast too."
Vegita snorted. "Not having me in your bed makes you colder than usual Bulma." he commented as he grabbed the cartoon of cereal. "Yech!" he yelled and he threw it down. "What is this crap!?"
"Lucky Charms, which is a wonderful cereal." lied Bulma as she grabbed the box and turned away from Vegita.
"I bet that monster you call a son made you buy it, eh?" asked Vegita with a laugh.
That was it. That was the last straw. Bulma felt tears surge up in her eyes, much to her dismay. I won't cry in front of him, she had promised herself, but now it was to late for stupid promises. She whirled around and when she saw his smirk cried out. "You asshole! How dare you talk like that about your own son!"
Vegita was startled by her tears more than her language. He had never seen her get so eotional over a little comment about his son. He didn't know how to react. "I can't belive you're such a baby about this." he said. "Your precious little Trunks is less of a crybaby than you."
"I'm leaving!" screamed Bulma, and she ran down the hallway to Trunks. "Trunks!"
A blur of lavender raced toward her and stopped right in front of Bulma. "Go get ready, we're going to visit Goten and ChiChi."
Trunks smiled and raced away, thinking about how nice his mom was to let him go to his best friends house AND not have to eat his cereal. What a day!
Vegita came up behind Bulma and, in a spurt of affection, put his arms around her waist. "Bulma, don't be mad about what I said." he said in a low voice. Bulma turned around and sent a look that had made better men than Vegita cringe.
"I-AM-LEAVING!" she yelled in his ear, making him let her go and cover his ears. "GOOD-BYE!"
******
"So you just left?"
Bulma sighed. "Of course I did ChiChi, I mean, he was acting like such a little-"
"Virgin ears."interupted Bulma, gesturing toward the children.
"What's a virgin?" asked Goten as he scratched his hair.
"Go play." said ChiChi tersely, and the two children scampered.
"I'm this close to kicking him out of the house." Bulma whispered. "The man doesn't even care about his own child."
ChiChi got up from her chair and grabbed two mugs of coffee. "I can't believe that Vegeta has no feelings for his son." she said quickly.
"How would you know?!" said Bulma, thinking of how Vegita had acted that morning.
"Because...well...has he ever brought Trunks anywhere with just him?"
"He's brought him to the carnival a couple of times and he trains with him a lot but this morning-"
ChiChi put her hand up. "Did you do anything to him that might have made him say things that he knew would hurt you?" she asked, and Bulma blushed.
"I may have locked him out of my room last night."
ChiChi stood up. "See! I knew he wasn't just a heartless fighter!" she said.
Bulma looked up. "I suppose your right." she said quietly. "But I wish he'd be nicer to Trunks. I mean, he's just a little kid."
ChiChi shrugged. "You knew that Vegeta wasn't the sentimental type long before Trunks came along." she said, and winked. "Take what you can get honey. My husband didn't even know he had two sons! These saiyans are just naturally bad fathers."
******
"Dad can we train?" asked Trunks as he ran into his father. "Please please please please!"
Vegeta looked down and shrugged, which was Trunks' sign that it was okay to train. He raced past his father and into the training room. Vegeta looked at the door and caught Bulma's gaze, holding it.
"Well?" asked Bulma, irritated the Vegeta wasn't saying anything, just staring.
He still remained silent.
Bulma sighed loudly and pushed past him. "You'll never change Vegeta!" she yelled behind her shoulder. "You'll always be a heartless monster."
Vegeta could think of about a million sarcastic remarks for that, but he decided that Bulma probably wouldn't appreciate any of them. "What do you want me to say?" he yelled at the retreating figure.
She turned around quickly, sadness and hatred blurred in her voice. "Tell me that you don't hate your own son." she said slowly.
Vegeta was taken back, but he didn't show it. Talk about random! "What on Earth made you think I hate Trunks?" he asked, walking toward Bulma. "Woman, are you really that dense?"
"I think after this morning that I have a very good reason for thinking that you might." said Bulma. "Besides, you still haven't denied it."
"Some things are so stupid they shouldn't be credited with an answer." said Vegeta, but at the look in Bulma's eyes quickly added, "But in case you're wondering, I DO NOT hate Trunks."
Bulma smiled a little. She had been sure not to say "Do you love Trunks?" because she was afraid of what he might answer. "Good." she said loudly, and walked down the hallway. Suddenly she felt firm arms wrap around her waist. "Ahhhhh...Vegeta, what are you doing?" she asked with a little laugh as he began to kiss her neck.
"Vegeta, Trunks is right outside!" cried Bulma as he opened the door to her room.
He laid her on the bed gently, and said with a slight growl. "I don't see you trying to stop me."
Notes: Please have some nice comments to say about this...bad ones will not be taken lightly (im serious) and any ideas about upcoming
chapters would be nice!