Trunks' Night - 3
Trunks sat up and looked around his hotel room, but couldn't tell what might have woken him. The street lights shining through the crack between the curtains showed all his books and papers piled neatly on the desk. His clothes were folded neatly in his suitcase, and his suits were hung by the door. Everything just where he'd left it.
He tried to lay back down and close his eyes, but still had the uncomfortable feeling something wasn't quite right. The constant noise from the street below was too alien, and he missed his own quiet bed. He buried his head under a pillow, but it didn't help. The more he tried not to sense the crowds of active people in the bustling city, the more he noticed the press of their energy.
His head pounded as he tossed off the blankets and sat on the edge of his bed. He hadn't been sleeping well at all during this trip and the stress was starting to get to him. What he wouldn't give to be able to just fly away somewhere quiet. He paused at the open window and looked back at the files in his open briefcase.
Trunks debated what he should do. He knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, but couldn't just fly away and leave his responsibilities, either. Especially since he came on this business trip alone. With a sigh, he picked up his computer to review his notes for tomorrow's meeting.
He turned on the television to block the outside noise and tried to concentrate on business. When he realized he'd read the same paragraph for the fifth time, he knew it was no use. He longed for his own bed in his own home.
Vegeta toweled the sweat off his face as he returned to the house after his morning exercises. As he passed the living room doorway, he heard Bulma talking and wondered who dared come to bother him before he'd even had his breakfast. He strode into the room just as Bulma was hanging up the phone.
"Who's calling this early in the morning?" Vegeta asked.
Bulma sighed and looked longingly at the picture on the wall of her grown-up son. They'd both been so busy with work, she hadn't gotten a chance to see him before he left on his trip.
"Trunks. He didn't sound like he was enjoying himself," she answered, worry lines creasing her forehead. "He sounded...tired. Do you think he's having trouble sleeping?"
"Humph." Vegeta understood just how Trunks felt. He'd never been able to sleep in strange places, either. "He should try training more," he added and headed up to shower.