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Another Time, Another Place, Another Chance
Chapter 14
"Dad?!" Trunks exclaimed when he saw Vegeta standing in the doorway of the apartment. His father, of all people, with thick, black, spiky hair was standing at the door.
Vegeta grunted and walked in the door, pushing a gaping Trunks aside. Bulma closed the door and smiled. She walked over to Vegeta and hugged his arm, a look of adoration on her face and a barely hidden look of anger at her on his for publicly hugging him. Everyone else was in complete shock, except for Diana, who had no idea that Vegeta had been dead.
"M-Mom?" Trunks hesitantly asked when he regained his composure, "What…How…Can I talk to you in private?"
Bulma nodded and pried herself away from Vegeta who straightened his clothes and looked displeased to be there at the apartment. Trunks led her into the kitchen.
Recovering from her shock, Sam remembered her manners and duties as a hostess and said to her resurrected father-in-law, "Hi…I'm Sam. This is my mother Diana." Diana smiled and shook Vegeta's hand eagerly. He never once cracked a smile. "Would you like to sit down?" Sam gestured to the couch to which Vegeta grunted again and sat down.
Diana leaned towards Sam and whispered, "Does he talk?"
They froze when Vegeta snapped his head in their direction angrily and said, "Yes I can speak. I choose not to." He turned his head back to the skyscrapers outside, making it clear that he was planning on ignoring them.
"Well then," Sam said, "Where were we Mom? I guess we'll be needing an extra chair at the reception."
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"Mom…what did you do?" Trunks asked in a scolding tone when they both had reached the kitchen.
"What do you mean?" Bulma asked innocently.
"What do you mean what do I mean? You resurrected Dad from the dead! And you invited him to my wedding?! I'm surprised you even invited him to your own wedding! He can't handle being around people. He doesn't know how to act."
"Yes he does Trunks" Bulma argued. "I told him to behave and he told me that he would. A Saiyan always keeps his word, so I believe him."
Trunks buried his face in his hands. "Mom…he'll ruin the wedding…I just know he will." She looked at him indignantly. "Don't get me wrong," he added. "I want him here, I think that it would be great if he were at the wedding…But he will scare people. No one knows him and won't give him any allowances. I bet you that right now, here, at this very moment, he is making a very bad first impression on Sam's mother."
"Trunks, your father is a just a little rough around the edges, but he's not an animal." Trunks looked at her as if she were crazy. "I'm serious."
"Did he even want to come?"
"Of course he did."
"Mom…"
"He did! Well…he agreed."
Trunks sighed and crossed his arms. "Okay. Okay fine. He can stay. What did you do? How did you get him to come back from the dead?"
Bulma smiled in triumph. "Well, I remembered how you said that you think I must have meant a lot to your father."
"Great…I should have known that this was all my fault."
"Now wait a minute…I also remembered you telling me what had happened when you went to the past. You had said something about the Nameks going to another planet to live after theirs had been destroyed. So I went back home and searched around for a little bit and I found the planet. I flew to their planet and asked if one of them could be the guardian of Earth. A Namek named Dende accepted and so then he made some new Dragonballs." She paused.
Trunks continued to stare in disbelief at her. "And?"
"And what? Isn't it obvious? I wished for all the people the androids had killed to be brought back to life to the age they would have been if they had lived. Dende had made the Eternal Dragon be able to grant two wishes, so I also wished for the Earth to be rebuilt to the way it was before the androids appeared…minus the androids of course."
"And then what? Didn't Dad, and everyone else for that matter, realize that there were close to 20 years of their life missing?"
"Well," Bulma shrugged, "Yes he did, but I told him what had happened. He seemed to be pleased that you had killed the androids. In fact, his exact words were, 'That's my boy. At least Kakarott's brat didn't do it.'"
"Yeah," Trunks sighed, "That sounds like him…So is Gohan back? And everyone else?"
"Yep," she beamed, "Except for Goku, he'll be our next wish."
"That's great! You should have invited them too! I want Gohan to be my best man."
"Sure thing Trunks. I'll invite them next time I go back. I'll go back tonight if you want, but you have to postpone the wedding for a few more weeks or maybe a month or two. I'll have to adjust the time machine to hold more people."
Sam walked into the kitchen. "Sorry to interrupt you guys but…my mom is trying to talk to your dad, Trunks, but he's just staring at her. He's not talking to her at all…She's getting just a tiny bit uncomfortable."
Trunks groaned. "Damn him. I know he's going to wreck the wedding. Your mom doesn't like him and she just met him! Why can't he be civilized?"
"I'll handle it," Bulma muttered angrily. "He said he would behave."
"Maybe he thought that it would be better to not say anything at all so that you wouldn't yell at him, Mom."
Bulma walked out of the kitchen and went into the living room where Vegeta was sitting. She grabbed Vegeta's arm and tried to pull him with her to the kitchen, but Vegeta wouldn't budge.
"Woman what do you think your doing?" he growled.
"I need to talk to you dear," she said in faked sweetness. She looked at Diana, "Excuse us."
Vegeta squinted up at her and got up to follow her into the kitchen.
"I thought I told you to behave!" Bulma said dangerously when they got into the kitchen.
"You did. And I was 'behaving,'" he said bluntly.
"Dad," Trunks said stepping forward, "You have to talk. At least say something. It doesn't have to be a speech, but it can't be something mean. Please, Dad. Try to look like a nice person." His eyes were begging Vegeta to listen.
Vegeta scoffed, "You look like your mother, boy." He looked Trunks up and down. "So…you have grown since I last saw you."
"Yeah, and I'm getting married," Trunks insisted. "And YOU have to be civil with Sam's, parents. They don't know that you are from a different planet, they don't know that you're a prince. If you act the way you always do, then they won't like you and there will be a rift in the family. I don't want that. So be nice to them."
"Don't tell ME what to do," Vegeta spat. "I'm your father. NEVER tell me what to do."
Trunks was taken aback by his father's scolding.
"Vegeta!" Bulma whispered. "Keep your voice down! Trunks is right, you have to be nicer and at least make small talk. Please? For me?" She squeezed his arm as extra encouragement.
Vegeta stood staring Trunks down for a while longer, then turned around and went back to the living room to sit down. "So Diana," they heard him say in a strained tone from the kitchen, "How are the wedding plans going?"
Trunks groaned and buried his face in his hands again. "I can tell that this is going to be very fun." Sam walked up behind him, gave him a hug, and patted his back sympathetically.
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Another Time, Another Place, Another Chance
Chapter 14
"Dad?!" Trunks exclaimed when he saw Vegeta standing in the doorway of the apartment. His father, of all people, with thick, black, spiky hair was standing at the door.
Vegeta grunted and walked in the door, pushing a gaping Trunks aside. Bulma closed the door and smiled. She walked over to Vegeta and hugged his arm, a look of adoration on her face and a barely hidden look of anger at her on his for publicly hugging him. Everyone else was in complete shock, except for Diana, who had no idea that Vegeta had been dead.
"M-Mom?" Trunks hesitantly asked when he regained his composure, "What…How…Can I talk to you in private?"
Bulma nodded and pried herself away from Vegeta who straightened his clothes and looked displeased to be there at the apartment. Trunks led her into the kitchen.
Recovering from her shock, Sam remembered her manners and duties as a hostess and said to her resurrected father-in-law, "Hi…I'm Sam. This is my mother Diana." Diana smiled and shook Vegeta's hand eagerly. He never once cracked a smile. "Would you like to sit down?" Sam gestured to the couch to which Vegeta grunted again and sat down.
Diana leaned towards Sam and whispered, "Does he talk?"
They froze when Vegeta snapped his head in their direction angrily and said, "Yes I can speak. I choose not to." He turned his head back to the skyscrapers outside, making it clear that he was planning on ignoring them.
"Well then," Sam said, "Where were we Mom? I guess we'll be needing an extra chair at the reception."
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"Mom…what did you do?" Trunks asked in a scolding tone when they both had reached the kitchen.
"What do you mean?" Bulma asked innocently.
"What do you mean what do I mean? You resurrected Dad from the dead! And you invited him to my wedding?! I'm surprised you even invited him to your own wedding! He can't handle being around people. He doesn't know how to act."
"Yes he does Trunks" Bulma argued. "I told him to behave and he told me that he would. A Saiyan always keeps his word, so I believe him."
Trunks buried his face in his hands. "Mom…he'll ruin the wedding…I just know he will." She looked at him indignantly. "Don't get me wrong," he added. "I want him here, I think that it would be great if he were at the wedding…But he will scare people. No one knows him and won't give him any allowances. I bet you that right now, here, at this very moment, he is making a very bad first impression on Sam's mother."
"Trunks, your father is a just a little rough around the edges, but he's not an animal." Trunks looked at her as if she were crazy. "I'm serious."
"Did he even want to come?"
"Of course he did."
"Mom…"
"He did! Well…he agreed."
Trunks sighed and crossed his arms. "Okay. Okay fine. He can stay. What did you do? How did you get him to come back from the dead?"
Bulma smiled in triumph. "Well, I remembered how you said that you think I must have meant a lot to your father."
"Great…I should have known that this was all my fault."
"Now wait a minute…I also remembered you telling me what had happened when you went to the past. You had said something about the Nameks going to another planet to live after theirs had been destroyed. So I went back home and searched around for a little bit and I found the planet. I flew to their planet and asked if one of them could be the guardian of Earth. A Namek named Dende accepted and so then he made some new Dragonballs." She paused.
Trunks continued to stare in disbelief at her. "And?"
"And what? Isn't it obvious? I wished for all the people the androids had killed to be brought back to life to the age they would have been if they had lived. Dende had made the Eternal Dragon be able to grant two wishes, so I also wished for the Earth to be rebuilt to the way it was before the androids appeared…minus the androids of course."
"And then what? Didn't Dad, and everyone else for that matter, realize that there were close to 20 years of their life missing?"
"Well," Bulma shrugged, "Yes he did, but I told him what had happened. He seemed to be pleased that you had killed the androids. In fact, his exact words were, 'That's my boy. At least Kakarott's brat didn't do it.'"
"Yeah," Trunks sighed, "That sounds like him…So is Gohan back? And everyone else?"
"Yep," she beamed, "Except for Goku, he'll be our next wish."
"That's great! You should have invited them too! I want Gohan to be my best man."
"Sure thing Trunks. I'll invite them next time I go back. I'll go back tonight if you want, but you have to postpone the wedding for a few more weeks or maybe a month or two. I'll have to adjust the time machine to hold more people."
Sam walked into the kitchen. "Sorry to interrupt you guys but…my mom is trying to talk to your dad, Trunks, but he's just staring at her. He's not talking to her at all…She's getting just a tiny bit uncomfortable."
Trunks groaned. "Damn him. I know he's going to wreck the wedding. Your mom doesn't like him and she just met him! Why can't he be civilized?"
"I'll handle it," Bulma muttered angrily. "He said he would behave."
"Maybe he thought that it would be better to not say anything at all so that you wouldn't yell at him, Mom."
Bulma walked out of the kitchen and went into the living room where Vegeta was sitting. She grabbed Vegeta's arm and tried to pull him with her to the kitchen, but Vegeta wouldn't budge.
"Woman what do you think your doing?" he growled.
"I need to talk to you dear," she said in faked sweetness. She looked at Diana, "Excuse us."
Vegeta squinted up at her and got up to follow her into the kitchen.
"I thought I told you to behave!" Bulma said dangerously when they got into the kitchen.
"You did. And I was 'behaving,'" he said bluntly.
"Dad," Trunks said stepping forward, "You have to talk. At least say something. It doesn't have to be a speech, but it can't be something mean. Please, Dad. Try to look like a nice person." His eyes were begging Vegeta to listen.
Vegeta scoffed, "You look like your mother, boy." He looked Trunks up and down. "So…you have grown since I last saw you."
"Yeah, and I'm getting married," Trunks insisted. "And YOU have to be civil with Sam's, parents. They don't know that you are from a different planet, they don't know that you're a prince. If you act the way you always do, then they won't like you and there will be a rift in the family. I don't want that. So be nice to them."
"Don't tell ME what to do," Vegeta spat. "I'm your father. NEVER tell me what to do."
Trunks was taken aback by his father's scolding.
"Vegeta!" Bulma whispered. "Keep your voice down! Trunks is right, you have to be nicer and at least make small talk. Please? For me?" She squeezed his arm as extra encouragement.
Vegeta stood staring Trunks down for a while longer, then turned around and went back to the living room to sit down. "So Diana," they heard him say in a strained tone from the kitchen, "How are the wedding plans going?"
Trunks groaned and buried his face in his hands again. "I can tell that this is going to be very fun." Sam walked up behind him, gave him a hug, and patted his back sympathetically.
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