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Thanks for the review everyone! Here's the new chapter. I hope you'd enjoy it!
Speech- thoughts
A year has passed and little Harry grew faster than weed. Everyone in the family excluding Vegeta, simply adored Harry. Mr. and Mrs. Brief spoilt him just as they had spoil Trunks and Kira. Both Trunks and Kira were very protective of their new brother. If a stranger stared at Harry more than the appropriate amount of time, they would have their guard up, ready to pounce the stranger.
As for Bulma, she couldn't be more happier at the addition of Brief's family. She kept Harry's full name, only adding Brief at the end of it so his full name became Harry James Potter-Brief. However, being the researcher she was, she often looked for more information regarding Harry. She just knew there was something more to this boy that a simple orphan.
Vegeta… Well, he was another story. He was a man with pride that refused to show others his soft side. Only his family had seen it in rare occasions. Lucky for Vegeta, his children were very understanding and didn't hate him.
It was early Sunday morning in the Brief's household. Everyone was still fast asleep and Vegeta was the only one who was already wide awake. There was a reason to his early rise on Sunday morning. He was sound asleep next to his wife and just as he was about to hug her from behind, he suddenly felt an immense amount of energy radiating in the house.
The energy was strong but not from anybody in the household because he would recognize their energy. Being a paranoid man he was, he got up and went to look for the source of the energy. There was no scent of evil in that energy so Vegeta wasn't that alarmed.
He took a sharp corner to the right, where the energy was emitting. Finally he stopped in front of Harry's room and opened the door. To his surprise, the almost 2 year old toddler was wide awake, standing on his cot with every toys in the room floated up in the air.
Harry giggled at the sight of Vegeta, throwing his hands up to him, signaling him to pick him up. Vegeta was still astonished with the new sight in front of him, didn't see the coming toys hurled at him. It was safe to say that the mini version of Air Force 1 had landed safely on Vegeta's forehead. That definitely got his attention back to reality.
"Holy crap… It came from you…" Vegeta cursed.
Realizing that Harry was still not being picked up, he floated a truck and hurled it towards Vegeta again to get his attention. Now that Vegeta was prepared, he dodged the toy easily. Vegeta slowly walked into the room and towards the giggling toddler.
"You're quite strong for a normal peasant, kid." Vegeta said, putting his large hand on top of Harry's head. Little Harry grabbed Vegeta's hand and played with it.
"Strong grip too… Hmm maybe there's hope to train you to become stronger after all." Vegeta wondered out loud.
"Are you insane? He's barely 2 and you're already thinking of training him?" Bulma said as she stood in the doorway.
"How long have you been standing there, woman?" Vegeta asked, feeling rather annoyed that he was ambushed like that although he was cursing himself more for letting his guard down and couldn't even sensed his wife coming.
"Long enough to know that you're planning to train another child of ours to be a super freak saiyan." Bulma mocked the saiyan using the finger quoting sign.
"Did you know that he could float things?" Vegeta asked her.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Bulma asked.
"Do the floating thing again kid." Vegeta spoke to Harry
As if Harry could understand him, Harry began to levitate every toys in the room. Bulma gasped at the new discovery and Vegeta smirked, satisfied that he was the first one to discover Harry's power.
"WOAH! Is Harry doing all of this?" Trunks said as he entered the room.
"Apparently so…" Bulma answered him.
"I knew it! I knew it was him who kept moving the cookie jar! See mom? Didn't I tell you it wasn't me!" Trunks said excitedly.
"I'm sorry for accusing you, honey." Bulma kissed him on the cheek apologetically.
"Aww moommm… Not the cheek…" Trunks wiped his cheek.
Backyard
"Hey Trunks! I heard your baby brother made things float today!" Goten said as the two boys were playing in the Capsul Corp's big garden.
"Yeah! He threw some toys at dad when he refused to pick him up. It was funny but you know how we can't laugh at my dad in front of him."
"Yup! Yup! Your dad is creepy sometimes. Sorry. Anyway! Let's play!" Goten said once they reached a slightly further distance from the house.
"Are you ready?" Trunks smirked at his younger best friend whom extended his arms out, ready to start their usual game.
"Whenever you are!" Goten said excitedly.
Just when both of the boys about to form into their Saiyan mode, a loud shrill from the house could be heard and that stopped the boys' track immediately.
"TRUNNKKKSSSSS!" the loud shrill belonged to none other than, Bulma.
"WHHHAAAATTTT?" Trunks shouted back, feeling annoyed.
"CCCOOOMMMEEEE HHHEEEERRREEE!" Bulma yelled again.
"WWWWHHHYYYYY?" Trunks yelled again, not even bothered to move from his position.
"CAUSE I SAID SO!" Bulma yelled, feeling irritated that her son didn't appear as she had hope for.
Trunks sighed and looked at Goten whom just shook his head, indicating he had no idea why Bulma was calling out to them.
"Race ya!" Trunks shouted as he sped off.
"Hey! That's not fair!" Goten called out and ran after him.
Both boys reached the house in mere seconds and met Bulma at the entrance, bouncing Harry on her hips.
"Here, I need you to look after him while I entertain a client that's coming." Bulma said as she held out Harry to her eldest son.
"Aww mom… Goten and I were just about to play! Where's dad? Can't he look after him?" Trunks pouted.
"Are you crazy? Your father would have him in the gravity room and only God knows what he'll do to Harry." Bulma exclaimed.
"What about Kira?" Trunks still refused to back down.
"Kira is in her friend's house having sleepover. Now don't be such a brat and look after your brother!" Bulma scolded him and handed him Harry.
"Fine… Fine…" Trunks grumbled as he took Harry. Goten just followed behind him quietly.
"Now how are we suppose to play?" Goten asked the older boy once they reached their spot again only this time with the additional member, Harry.
"We'll just play like usual. Harry can just sit here and watch us. We'll have to keep an eye on him every now and then though." Trunks said as he put Harry down on the ground.
Harry just stared at his purple haired brother with his wide eyes, clearly not liking that he was going to be ignored.
"I promise I will play with you after this ok?" Trunks said to Harry who continue to pout.
Being just a child himself, Trunks went on with his play with Gotenks. Both boys transformed into their Saiyan mode and began their friendly battle. Little Harry watched his brother with full interest. His big green eyes never left the older boys' sight.
After about 2 hours of being ignored, Harry finally decided to throw some tantrum and demanded some attention. Trunks and Gotenks, who were fighting in the air immediately powered down and flew next to the toddler.
"Ok… ok… I'll play with you now…" Trunks sighed and picked up Harry who giggled happily.
"Do you think we could teach him fly since he could make other stuff fly?" Gotenks asked as an idea popped into his head.
"Hmmm… I don't know… Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Trunks smirked
"Food?" Gotenks asked hopefully
"No you idiot! The other thing…" Trunks signaled to Harry
"Oh! Thhhaaattt! Yeah!" Gotenks smile grew wider. Both older boys looked at the youngest boy simultaneously.
Capsul Corps
"Now this is the lab where I do most of my research." Bulma stated as she was showing a potential client around the Capsul Corpes.
"It is very advance Mrs. Brief..." the man, 6 foot tall, with a tinge of foreign accent to his words replied to Bulma as he inspected the room.
"Thanks. I tried to keep up with the technology and upgrade whatever I can. And please, just call me Bulma, Mrs. Brief is my mother."
"Did someone mentioned me? Here! Try this cake! I just bought it at this cute little new bakery shop down town." as if on time, Bulma's mother showed up into the room with a tray full of colorful cakes.
Bulma smacked her head lightly at her mother's giddy and chirpy behavior. Of course she would totally ignored what I just warned her about few minutes ago, Bulma thought to herself.
"No thank you Mrs. Brief, I had heavy lunch not too long ago." The man gently declined the offer.
"Very well! I'll be in the living room if anyone needs meee!" She giggled to herself and left the room.
"I'm so sorry about my mother. She is in her own world sometimes." Bulma apologized, still having a tinge of embarrassment on her face.
"It's alright, I wish I still have a mother to embarrass me." he replied.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Bulma gasped lightly, not being able to handle it if her mother had been dead.
"No matter, it was history. Anyway, shall we talk business now?"
"Yes, yes, definitely! If you could just come this way..." Bulma lead him to another part of the lab.
Just as she was about to show him the room, she saw something from the corner of her eyes that made her gasped loudly.
"Is something wrong?" the man asked her
"Umm nothing's wrong. Why don't you have a look around in the room and I will be right back!" Bulma quickly ran off, leaving her potential client behind who merely shrugged his shoulder and touched the experiments on the table.
Gravity room
"VEGETA!" Bulma screamed for her husband who was training inside.
Vegeta heard her calling him from the outside but he simply ignored her and continued his training. Realizing that she was being ignored, Bulma shut down the room. Finally that got Vegeta's attention as he came out of the room looking annoyed as ever.
"What do you want, woman?" he demanded
Instead of answering him, Bulma grabbed Vegeta's face and directed him to the direction that had spiked her mood. Vegeta's eyes grew so wide that it looked like his eyeballs were about to come out.
Bulma's client was still in the lab however he was no longer touring the place himself nor was he looking over Bulma's experiments. Instead, he was looking out at the window admiring the scene that was played in front of him. He smiled to himself and took out his phone.
TBC