"Here you go, kiddo." Trunks thanked him for the ice cream, taking it carefully in his hands.
Trunks liked this guy. Ever since he found him at the park near his house when he was six, he'd liked him (though he doubted his mom would like him talking to strangers).
And he was a strange one.
He always wore a long blue coat, the hood pulled over his head, hiding almost his whole face. He had cool black boots and familiar eyes. He felt comfortable with the older stranger (though he could never tell his age; sometimes he seemed old-like dad old, and other times he looked young-Gohan young.) Maybe he was a little too comfortable, but, if thought about it, he could probably kick his ass.
Maybe.
They sat on a brick half wall near his school. They sat in silence for a few moments before the stranger spoke. "Anything exciting happen since I last saw you?" He asked. Trunks giggled as the man's purple tail felt him up. That was what he liked the best about this guy.
His purple tail.
"Not really." He said, looking down at the ice cream. He always got Trunks something to eat. And it was always the one of his favorite things to eat too. Trunks thought he should really be more concerned about this guy. But as the tail tapped the top of his head, he smirked, looking up to the guy. "Not since Uncle Tarble showed up."
The man looked at him interested. "Who's 'Uncle Tarble?'"
Trunks watched him curiously. He always asked odd questions and always gave interesting reactions. "My dad's brother." Trunks watched as the man's eyes widened under his hood. "Your father has a brother?"
"Yeah!" Trunks turned to face him, careful not to spill his ice cream cone. "He's pretty weak though." Trunks laughed. "I bet his wife could beat him up!"
He cackled. The man chuckled next to him. "Oh really?"
"Yeah, he got real scared of some bad guys, and came here to beg for dad's help! Dad had Goten and me take care of them!" He snickered, "They were no match for me and Goten!"
"Oh really?" The man seemed impressed. "You dad didn't help out at all?"
"Nope." Trunks figured the guy would never know the difference.
"Hmm…" Trunks scowled at him. The sound he made pissed him off.
"You don't believe me."
"You seem pretty strong." The man mused. He lifted a hand, ruffling Trunks' hair. "But you are still just a little guy."
Trunks jumped down from the wall, raising his fist. "Yeah! I bet I could kick your ass!" Trunks' eyes went wide. "Don't-don't tell my mom I said that."
"What? You threaten me?"
"No." Trunks flushed. "Ass."
The man's laugh sent a chill down Trunks' spine. It sounded a lot like his fathers. "Don't worry. Your ass comments are safe with me." The man jumped off the wall, his coat billowing slightly. Trunks was a bit in awe. "And as for kicking my ass, I doubt it." The man squatted down next to him, his tail gripping Trunks' hand and pulling him close. "I'm pretty strong." Trunks ripped himself free (easier than he should have been able to) and folded his arms, making a small humph sound. The man chuckled. "You get that from your dad?"
Trunks shrugged, his face burning. "No."
The man smiled softly under his hood. "You get to spend a lot of time with him huh?"
This guy was so weird. He always asked about him spending time with his dad. If they trained together. What else they did together. No matter when or where they met, he always asked about it. He was certain this guy had to know his father, but he wasn't sure how. Dad didn't know anyone (outside Mom's close friends).
"Not as much as before Bra."
"What's 'Bra?'"
Trunks frowned, eatting the rest of his ice cream. "My baby sister." He didn't hate his little sister. Besides her crying, she didn't do anything else. Except take up his dad's time. If he wasn't training, he was in her room, guarding. He really shouldn't be jealous of her. She was only a few months old, but Trunks couldn't help it.
His mother had tried to warn him something like this would happen. But not even she imagined he'd be this over protective. His mother couldn't even coaxed him out of Bra's room with food.
Trunks knew he was being unfair, but he couldn't help it.
"Sister-" Trunks turned to see the man was standing up now, with a goofy smile on his face. Trunks didn't like how much the man towered over him.
"You're so weird." Trunks punched the man in the gut. The man toppled over, obviously not expecting it. His long coat came over his head and it was then that Trunks saw the inner lining of his jacket. it was white with little red insigne in a neat pattern. Trunks had only seen those patterns before. There was one on the door to the gravity room. It was the mark of a Saiyan.
Trunks walked over and bent down, looking for the guys head. "Hey! You're a Saiyan aren't you?!"
He flipped the man's hood down to see wide blue eyes staring up at him. The man had long purple hair, pulled back in a ponytail that went over his shoulder.
He kind of looked like him.
"You are a Saiyan!" Trunks jumped up and down. "That's so cool! What's your name! Are you related to my Dad!?" Trunks had always thought he'd gotten his purple traits from his mom, but maybe it was really a Saiyan thing! He tugged on the man's arms. "Come on, you gotta fight me!"
"Trunks!" Trunks froze as it felt like a bucket of ice water was sloshed on his back. He dropped the man's hood back over his face and turned quickly around, unconsciously taking a step back towards the strange Saiyan.
"Dad!"
His father wasn't looking at him, he was glaring coldly at the stranger. Trunks looked back to the man, who was slowly moving back on his hands. He was smart to fear the look in his father's eyes.
He turned around and stepped in front of the man as Vegeta came up to them.
"You're late getting home today." His father put his hands on his hips. He looked between him and the man. "Is this what kept you?"
Trunks held up his hands. "He's my friend."
Vegeta snorted, brushing past him, almost knocking him down. "Friend, mh?"
He reached out a hand. The man-the Saiyan-was hesitant to take it. His father pulled the other man to his feet. "Why are you here, boy?"
Trunks eyed the adults warily. He knew his father was the strongest man in the universe, but the man looked pretty tough himself. He shouldn't call him 'boy.'
The man stared hard down at his father. "No reason, sir."
Trunks almost did a double take. Sir?!
Vegeta looked skeptical. "No reason?"
The purple haired Saiyan shook his head. "None, sir."
"Yeah, dad." Trunks chimed in. "We just talk and stuff."
"About what?" Vegeta eyed his son.
Trunks shrugged. "I don't know. Stuff."
Vegeta looked the man up and then back down and nodded, apparently appeased by this answer. "Come, boy. We have to go." He turned on his heel and walked away.
Trunks stood looking at the Saiyan with the purple hair. He was watching his father. "Uh-F-Vegeta!" He called, taking a small step. "Can, can I see her?" Trunks raised a brow at the desperation in the guy's voice. Did he mean his mother?
Vegeta's back tensed. Trunks thought for a moment he was going to blast the guy into last year when he spoke curtly.
"Only this once."
III
Once the man removed his coat, Trunks started to wonder who would win in a fight.
This guy wore a black t shirt that had the sleeves ripped (probably because his giant muscled arms wouldn't fit otherwise). He reminded him off Broly. Trunks took a step towards his father.
They were in the nursery. His mom, he sensed, was in her room sleeping. His attention was on the stranger. In the few months of baby Bra's life, only his parents (and his grandparents, if his dad wasn't around) were allowed to touch her. Gohan wasn't even allowed to touch her.
And this strange man was scooping up his sister with his father at his side.
The man looked like was going to cry. He held her for a few minutes before Vegeta spoke.
"There might be another, boy. It goes by the name Buu."
The man looked at his father very seriously, before nodding. Trunks raised a brow. I told him all about Majin Buu...
A few more minutes went by and the man gently put Bra back in her crib. His father watched with a strange look in his eyes, flickering his attention between the stranger and Trunks.
"You are not to tell-"
"I wouldn't have the heart." The man stared down at the baby. He looked up to Vegeta. "Thank you."
Trunks gaped as his father blushed. "Yes, well-eh-the same to you too." Vegeta took a deep breath and his usual scowl slid into place. "Leave."
The man grinned. "Yes, father."
III
Trunks watched as the two left the nursery and headed down the steps. Trunks looked around quickly, grabbing the discarded jacket and tossing it into his room on the way to follow them. By the time he made it down stairs they were already in the backyard.
"Trunks told me about Buu. And... about what you did."
"The boy knows nothing." Vegeta snapped. The man laughed.
"I'm proud of you, Father." The man turned to face Vegeta. He clapped him on the shoulder. "Keep your family safe."
His father snorted. "Take care of your mother." The man nodded, pulling a capsule from his pocket. He clicked it and it expanded into a yellow spaceship.
"Trunks is a good boy." The man said as the roof rose. "You've done a good job." His father nodded.
"Don't come back." Vegeta snapped. "Do not confuse my boy."
He nodded. He climbed in his ship. He spotted Trunks at the door, and he winked. Vegeta spun and glared at Trunks, who ducked behind the door.
He watched as the spaceship take off, Trunks ran out next to his father.
The purple haired Saiyan waved cheerily. Trunks waved back. "He's so cool." His father made a noise from the back of his throat.
"You will not tell your mother of him."
He nodded. "Yeah, okay."
His father maybe the strongest man in the universe, but his mother was the scariest person in the universe and Trunks didn't want to be there when she found out his father had another son.
