Chapter 4: Death
Bulma walked into the house and straight to Vegeta. "Until he comes home; this marriage is over." With that she walked to Trunks's room and sat there thinking of different things that could happen to him being on his own. She started crying; she grabbed his pillow and held it for comfort.
Vegeta sat in the living room and watched TV. He was unaffected by the circumstance his family was in. The only father figure he had was when he was young, after planet Vegeta blew up, was Frieza but he was ruthless; sending him to do his bidding on different planets. He didn't care though it helped him hone his fighting skills and strengthened him with each battle he had. One day he was going to take Frieza on and win; but his chance never came.
Trunks sat back in the corner thinking about the pros and cons of going back home. If I go back I will make my mom happy but then I will have to deal with that ass hole. I will be able to do my drug in comfort instead of in this dump but then I will have to deal with that ass hole. He kept going back and forth weighing each thing; both choices, staying or going back, seemed to be about the same. He sighed, stood and packed his things. By now it was the middle of the night and still raining. He threw up his hood as he walked. It took him a few minutes to get home. He walked in and saw that his father was on the couch sleeping. He walked to his room and saw that his mom was on his bed holding his pillow sleeping; she had tears in her eyes. He shook his head, picked her up and carried her to her room. After he got her situated he went back to his and slept.
The next morning he woke up to no sound in the house. He walked out of his room. "Mom? Hello? Any one home?" hearing his voice Bulma ran to him and took him in her arms.
"Oh Trunks I'm so glad your home!" she cried hugging him tightly.
"It's only until something else happens then I'm gone for good" he told her; she nodded. Vegeta over heard this and started forming a plan; he didn't want his brat of a son back, he enjoyed the time that he had alone. Vegeta was going to wait until later that way he knows Trunks will think every thing will be fine. He chuckled to himself.
Trunks couldn't find one minute of his day to be alone his mother was there the whole time. "Mom I need time to my self please?" he asked her.
"Alright I'll wait for you in the living room then" she told him and left his room. Finally! He thought he got up and moved to his corner table with his mirror and drug. He portioned out a small dose; only two lines. He did them quickly it still having a small effect; he rubbed his nose so it was clean then left his room for dinner. He walked into the kitchen and saw that his father was in there.
"What are you doing brat?" Vegeta asked him.
"Getting dinner; what do you think" Trunks was starting to think he should have done a bigger dose. He sighed as he got a plate and put food on it.
"I don't see why you came back; I don't even want you here" Vegeta told him.
"I came back for mom" Trunks retorted.
"Your mom is useless; if you didn't come back I would have been freed from this marriage" Vegeta told him.
"You're an ass hole you know that!" Trunks retorted.
"I'll act the way I want in my house you little good for nothing!" Vegeta yelled. Bulma heard the yell from the kitchen and walked in and straight to Vegeta.
"Don't yell at my son!" she yelled at him. Vegeta was getting angry but he was happy that his plan was coming together. He stood.
"I'll yell if I want to no one can stop me from yelling in my house!" he yelled. Bulma slapped him across the face. That pissed him off more. Vegeta back handed her knocking her back and unconscious.
"you fucking bastard!" Trunks yelled; he rushed his father and punched him in the face.
"Your such a weakling; and you call your self a Sayain" Vegeta retorted. He grabbed Trunks's arm and twisted it behind him almost braking it. Trunks cried out in pain; he tried to wrench his arm free. He couldn't get free so he blasted his father in the face to get loose. He got his arm free and got a short distance away from him.
"That's it! I'm gone for good! I'm never coming back!" he yelled. He stormed to his room and locked the door. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote a short note for his mom and put it on the table. He got his drug and poured a large mound on the table. He got his small straw and exhaled deeply; he inhaled taking as much of the drug as he could into his system then repeated the act until the mound was gone. Almost instantly the effects took. He was just able to make it to his bed before the convulsions started. His body shook as he became aware that he wasn't breathing; in his ear he could hear the rapid and erratic beat of his heart which slowed. His body twitched one last time as he became unconscious. His heart slowed then stopped.