Through The Eyes of A Saiyan
Written by Mandy and Jennifer
Chapter 9 - Getting By...
Three months later...
"This shouldn't be so difficult.", Vegeta grumbled. "It looked so easy when Bulma did this. I should be able to as well!" He picked the pan off the stove, "All right...heh.", he smirked slightly. "Hyaa!" He thrusted the pan forward and up, sending the omelet flying into the air, where it flipped and came down, landing back in the pan. Vegeta grinned proudly and set the pan back down on the stove. "Now...when Bulma made this, I'm almost sure she turned up the heat right about now. Uhh..." He stared at the dial in thought. "Ok..." Vegeta twisted the knob considerably hard to the left. "There!", he exclaimed in satisfaction. "Now this will finish cooking faster. It's taking long enough anyway." He glanced at the stairs as he turned to walk to the table. "I wonder if Trunks and Bra are up yet.", he thought as he began to set out plates and silverware.
Trunks turned over in bed and propped up on his elbow. "Do I smell smoke?" He quickly got up and ran downstairs to see smoke pouring out of the kitchen. "Tousan?? Tousan! Are you all right?", Trunks called, choking on the smoke. "Hey, what happened in here?", he asked while squinting his eyes from the fumes.
Vegeta could be heard in the kitchen coughing, as well as growling in frustration. "I can't believe it!! Again!!!" He grabbed the pan off the stove and dumped the burnt remains of the omelet into the trash can and slammed the pan into the sink loudly. "Stupid little....", he grumbled, ignoring Trunks. He ran some cold water into the pan and threw open all the windows in the kitchen. After fanning the air a little more to try and clear the smoke, he stomped out of the kitchen doorway, brushing past Trunks without even looking at him, and went upstairs. "Get your sister, boy.", he called over his shoulder. "We're going out for breakfast."
Trunks followed Vegeta with his eyes before answering in a slightly puzzled tone, "Sure."
Vegeta went into his room to change, still extremely aggravated. As he started to change into a pair of blue jeans and a grey t-shirt with 'BADMAN' printed on the back, he talked to himself. "I can't believe I burned another pan!! Cooking should not be so difficult!" He stood in front of the mirror, looking mainly at the shirt he wore. He liked this one much more than the pink one.
Trunks walked into Bra's room and saw her still sound asleep in her bed with her arms wrapped around her teddy bear. He walked over to her and began shaking her shoulder gently. "Bra....Bra wake up. Dad is taking us out for breakfast." He smiled and thought to himself, "Again..."
Bra moaned slightly for being disturbed and waved her hand in Trunks' face, rolling over and pulling the covers tightly around her. "Go awaaaayyy...", she mumbled.
Vegeta walked down the hallway past Bra's bedroom heading toward the stairs. "Hurry up you two!", he called. He glanced in the room and saw she wasn't up yet, and continued walking. "Bra!! Get up! Trunks, if you and her aren't downstairs in 15 minutes I'm leaving without you!", he yelled back at them, and went downstairs.
Trunks, who had been facing the doorway listening to Vegeta, turned back around and looked at his sister. "Bra come on! Dad is getting impatient.", he said, shaking her a little harder.
Bra pulled the covers over her head and grumbled. "Go away, Trunks. I'm not getting up yet. It's too early." She then curled up in a little ball under the covers.
Trunks rolled his eyes and swiftly yanked the covers off of her, lifting her up by her arm. "Get up now!!!"
Bra shut her eyes tighter and struggled against him. "Aaaa!! Trunks, let me go!", she said while weakly beating on his arm. After a few pitiful swipes at him, she relaxed and hung limply in his grip, mumbling, "Too sleepy...."
He just looked at her pathetically. "You don't want Dad to have to come in here, do you?"
Just then, Vegeta came into the room, still irritated but considerably calmer. "Trunks, I'll get the girl ready. Go downstairs and try to air out the kitchen."
He looked over at his father, "Oh, ok." Trunks put Bra back down on the bed and walked out of the room, heading for the kitchen.
Bra immediately fell straight back onto her pillow with her arms out to her side, closing her eyes tight. She then squinted one eye open and saw her father in the doorway with a stern expression on his face. She sat up, looking at Vegeta, "I'm sorry, Tousan.", she muttered while playing with her fingers in her lap. "I couldn't sleep very well last night. That's all." She kept her head low and shifted her gaze up to her father.
Vegeta walked over to her and asked in a calm tone, "Why is that?"
Bra looked back down at her hands. "I was thinking about Kaasan. I really miss her." She looked back up at Vegeta, her eyes slightly sparkling from the small tears that had formed.
His expression softened as he sat down next to Bra and put his arm around her shoulders. "Don't cry, girl. I know it's hard to think about her now, but just look forward to seeing her again. Don't worry yourself too much about it, ok?"
Bra nodded and leaned her head against Vegeta's chest, sniffing.
He looked down at the top of her head and pulled her hair back over her shoulders. "I'll tell you what. Would it make you feel better if we went out and got ice-cream after breakfast?", he said, smiling a little.
She looked up at him with a wide grin. "Hai!!"
Vegeta chuckled slightly as he stood up. "Well then, we need to get you dressed." He walked over to her dresser and got down on one knee, pulling out a drawer. "What do you want to wear?"
Bra looked at him. "Ummm..." She thought for a moment. "I don't know.", she said with a shrug.
He stared down at the variety of clothes in her drawer. "Hmm. Well then...", he said while reaching in and digging through all the neatly folded material. Finally, he pulled out a yellow T-shirt with Capsule Corp. printed on the front and a pair of blue jean shorts. "Here.", he said, standing up and tossing the clothes on the bed next to her. "Put that on. I know you can dress yourself so I'm not going to stay in here and do it for you. Now hurry up and get downstairs so we can leave."
Bra hopped of the bed, grabbing her clothes. "Ok."
Vegeta nodded as he left, shutting the door behind him and headed downstairs to wait.
Trunks walked out of the kitchen as Vegeta reached the bottom of the stairs. "She up yet?", he asked casually.
He looked at Trunks, "Hai. She's getting dressed now."
Trunks nodded and walked upstairs to finish getting ready also.
As Vegeta watched him leave, he walked over and sat down in a chair, turning on the television and changing the channel to watch the weather.
After a few minutes, Trunks walked out and came downstairs, wearing a dark green T-shirt, with Capsule Corp. printed on the sleeve, and a pair of 'worn in' blue jeans.
Soon after, Bra came running down the stairs with one of her dolls, and jumped on Trunks' back, giggling happily.
Not expecting the sudden jolt, he tipped over a little but managed to keep his balance.
She wrapped her arms around Trunks' neck as her legs went around his waist. "Whee!"
Trunks laughed a little, and glanced back at her. "Gee Bra. You sure are hyper for someone that could barely move this morning."
She smiled at him, dropping to the floor and walking around in front of him. "Daddy's taking us out for ice-cream after breakfast!!", she exlaimed happily, pointing at Vegeta.
Trunks raised an eyebrow and looked up at him. "No wonder she got up.", he thought to himself.
Vegeta glanced at Bra, then at Trunks as he stood up. "What?", he asked as he shrugged into his leather jacket. "I needed to cheer the girl up and she likes ice-cream."
Trunks shrugged with a grin. "It's fine with me."
Vegeta stood by the door, looking at the two. "Well then let's go already!"
"Ok.", Trunks replied and headed out the door as Bra followed, skipping happily.
Vegeta followed them out, grabbing the keys and shutting the door behind him. As he walked over to the car, he saw Trunks hovering a few inches off the ground with Bra standing next to him. "We're taking the air car, Trunks. The weather says a storm is coming and I don't want to get caught flying in it."
Trunks descended back to the ground and looked up at the sky. "Yeah, you're right." He then walked over to the air car, getting in the front seat.
Bra looked up at the darkening rain clouds in dissapointment. "Aww!" She turned around and walked to the car as well. "Stupid rain."
Vegeta got in the driver's seat and started the car, trying to think of a decent place to go eat. After Bra got in and sat down in the back seat, he took off, heading for the inner city. "We're eating at Yoshimi's Restaurant and there will be no question about it!"
Both looked at Vegeta and nodded. "Hai."
After driving through aggravatingly slow traffic, Vegeta pulled into the parking lot of a large restaurant and stopped the car, sighing in relief. Trunks and Bra jumped out of the car and raced inside while Vegeta got out, locked the car, and slowly walked inside with his hands in his pockets. Once inside, he saw that Trunks and Bra had found an empty booth by a window and walked over. He sat down on one side while Bra sat by the window on the opposite bench with Trunks sitting beside her, straight across from his father.
After a while, a waiter came to their table carrying three menus, three rolls of silverware, and a notepad. "Hello and welcome to Yoshimi's Restaurant. My name is Noriyuki and I'll be your waiter this morning. What can I get you to drink?", he asked as he put their menus and silverware down in front of them.
Trunks looked up at him and replied, "I'll have orange juice and she'll have chocolate milk.", as he guestured to his sister.
The waiter wrote down the two drink orders. "Ok." He looked at Vegeta, pointing his pen at him. "And what about you, sir?"
Vegeta continued to scan over the menu for what he wanted to eat, not looking up at the waiter. "Coffee.", he answered plainly.
As he wrote that down on his notepad as well, the waiter asked, "How would you like that, sir?"
"Black.", he responded.
After making that final note, Noriyuki said, "Ok then. I'll be back with your drinks soon." , and walked away.
Vegeta stared at a picture of a perfect omelet on a page in his menu, mumbling in frustration.
"Daddy!", Bra suddenly exclaimed.
Vegeta looked up at her. "Nani?!"
"I left my doll in the car!", she cried.
Vegeta sighed in relief, thinking something major had happened. He slid the car keys across the table to Trunks. "Here, Trunks. Go out to the car and get her doll."
Trunks looked up and sighed a little. "All right, all right." He grabbed the keys and headed to the front. Once he got out to the car, he unlocked the back door and reached in to grab the doll, which had been lying on the floor. After shutting the door and locking it again, he turned and headed back for the restaurant. When he arrived back at their booth, he handed the doll to Bra and sat back down, proceeding to look over his menu.
"Arigatou!", Bra exclaimed as she hugged her doll tightly.
"No problem.", Trunks responded.
Vegeta lowered his menu and glanced up at Bra. "Bra, do you know what you want?"
She looked at him and answered, "I want eggs, Tousan!"
Vegeta nodded. "Ok. I'll get you eggs then. Is that all you want, though? How hungry are you?"
She thought for a minute. "Umm. I'm this hungry!", she replied, holding her arms out wide.
Trunks looked at her and said, "Well then you better get more than eggs or you'll still be hungry."
Vegeta smiled slightly. "How about a few of the Ham and Egg Plates? That comes with two large pieces of ham and scrambled eggs. You want that?"
She nodded with a smile on her face.
Trunks laid his menu down and leaned on the table. "Well I think I know what I want now."
Vegeta looked at Trunks and asked, "What?"
Trunks glanced up and replied simply, "I'm going to get five Supreme Breakfast Platters."
Vegeta looked back at his menu for a moment. "Ok. Well I think I'll get six Deluxe Pancake Plates.", he said as his stomach growled loudly, much to his annoyance.
Soon after, their waiter came back with a tray, which carried their drinks. "Here you go.", he said as he handed Bra the chocolate milk, then continued to hand Trunks the orange juice and then sat Vegeta's coffee down in front of him. "Are you ready to order now?", Noriyuki asked, preparing to write down their orders.
"Hai. I want six Deluxe Pancake Plates.", Vegeta replied as he took a sip of his coffee.
Trunks leaned back in his seat, "I'll take five of the Supreme Breakfast Platters."
The waiter blinked a few times. "Uh...", he muttered as he quickly wrote down the large order, "O....k...and what would she like?", he asked as he pointed his pen at Bra while looking at Trunks.
"She'll have three of your Ham and Egg Plates.", Trunks answered.
As the waiter wrote everything down, he thought to himself, "How often do these people eat? Once a month? Nobody's ever gotten so many of our largest plates before!" he cleared his throat and spoke. "All right then. I'll be back with your order shortly." He turned and headed for the kitchen, walking quickly.
While they waited, Trunks stared down at his lap with a serious expression. He didn't even notice Vegeta staring at him from across the table.
Vegeta brought Trunks back to reality when he said, "You sure are quiet. Is there a problem with you, boy?"
Trunks snapped his head up, a little startled. "Huh? Oh...no. It's uh...nothing.", he said quietly, lowering his head again.
Vegeta continued staring at him. "Don't ignore me, Trunks. If there's a problem I should know about, then you'd better tell me.", he said with a slightly firmer tone.
Trunks looked up at him again, a little irritated. "I said it was nothing.", he replied in frustration, and looked out the window.
Vegeta was a little surprised at Trunks' change in mood, but he was also aggravated that Trunks was speaking to him with that tone of voice. "Watch it, Trunks. Don't give me any attitude.", he warned his son, speaking low but still firm.
Trunks just folded his arms without saying anything else and continued staring out at the dark sky.
About thirty minutes later, the waiter came back with three large trays in his hands that were full of plates. He stood by the table and looked at the plates in his arms. "Ok. Umm... let's see here. Here's four of the six Pancake Plates.", he said as he laid those down in front of Vegeta. "Here are the three Ham and Egg Plates." He handed those to Trunks as he passed them to Bra. "And here's four of the five Supreme Breakfast Platters.", he said and set them down in front of Trunks. "I'll be right back with the rest of the plates.", he finished as he walked back to the kitchen, carrying the large trays in his hand.
After thoroughly covering his pancakes with butter and syrup, Vegeta grinned for a moment before diving into the large stack. He cleared one plate in a few bites and pushed it aside, drinking the rest of his coffee. "He'd better hurry and get back here with the rest of the food before I finish this off.", he said as he started on another plate.
Trunks began eating hurridly, yet silently, not looking up at anyone. After a few minutes of silence, Trunks couldn't take it anymore. He threw down his napkin and got up, walking swiftly out the door. Once outside he walked over and sat down on a nearby bench, putting his head in his hands, running his fingers through his hair.
Vegeta and Bra stopped eating and looked at Trunks' empty seat, then at each other with questioning eyes.
"`Where'd he go Daddy?", Bra asked.
Vegeta turned around in his seat and looked at the door that Trunks had just gone through, then turned back to Bra. "I don't know what is wrong with that boy, but there's something serious going on. Stay here. I'm going to go find out why he's acting like this." He got up and headed for the door.
Bra watched him get up and leave. "Hai.", she said, and continued eating.
Vegeta went through the door and looked around, saw Trunks almost immediately, and headed over to him, sighing in irritation.
Trunks glanced up, and saw Vegeta coming. He turned his head away, groaning.
He stopped in front of Trunks, looking at him angrily. "What's the matter with you, boy?? Don't try and ignore me this time, either. Now answer me!"
Trunks avoided making eye contact with his father, and kept his head turned to the side. "It's nothing, Dad", he repeated softly.
Vegeta , at hearing this, got even more mad. "Trunks! Look at me right now!", he yelled, staring at the side of Trunks' head, trying to control his temper.
Trunks didn't reply. He just kept his head turned and ignored Vegeta's shouts.
Vegeta grabbed Trunks by the shirt and jerked him around hard to face him. "Do you hear me, boy?! Now you'd better stop ignoring what I say and answer me!!", he shouted at Trunks, getting closer to his face, and shaking him slightly.
As Trunks looked up at Vegeta, tears began to well up in his eyes. "You don't want to know!", he shouted as he hit Vegeta's arm, in order to release his grip on his shirt, and quickly flew away.
Vegeta stared at the bench for a moment with a surprised expression, then turned around and saw Trunks in the distance. "That boy is seriously trying my patience today.", he growled, and leaped into the air, jetting off after Trunks. It didn't take long before he was close behind him. He sped up, gaining on him a little more. "TRUNKS!!!! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!", he screamed at his son in fury.
Trunks closed his eyes for a minute, thinking to himself, "Man, I can't belive this! I never meant to make him get so angry! But if I keep flying he might get dangerous. He's already mad enough at me, now. But how can I tell him this??" He opened his eyes again, and sighed. Then, he stopped completely and powered down, as if he had just lost all his energy, yet still remained where he was in the air. "No...I've got to tell him.", he whispered to himself.
Vegeta saw Trunks, and stopped abruptly about five feet behind him.
Trunks slowly turned around to face Vegeta, his head lowered.
With his arms crossed over his chest, Vegeta continued to glare at Trunks. "I've had enough of this, Trunks! Now tell me what this big problem is, and don't you dare fly away from me again!", he demanded with a harsh voice.
Trunks thought for a moment on just how he could say this to his father. "Tousan...there's something you should know. You're not going to want to hear this though.", he said with a distressed hint in his voice, clenching his fists and blinking back tears.
Vegeta suddenly got a slight uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Just tell me already!!", he said impatiently.
He continued, avoiding direct eye contact with his father. "It's about Mom..."
Written by Mandy and Jennifer
Chapter 9 - Getting By...
Three months later...
"This shouldn't be so difficult.", Vegeta grumbled. "It looked so easy when Bulma did this. I should be able to as well!" He picked the pan off the stove, "All right...heh.", he smirked slightly. "Hyaa!" He thrusted the pan forward and up, sending the omelet flying into the air, where it flipped and came down, landing back in the pan. Vegeta grinned proudly and set the pan back down on the stove. "Now...when Bulma made this, I'm almost sure she turned up the heat right about now. Uhh..." He stared at the dial in thought. "Ok..." Vegeta twisted the knob considerably hard to the left. "There!", he exclaimed in satisfaction. "Now this will finish cooking faster. It's taking long enough anyway." He glanced at the stairs as he turned to walk to the table. "I wonder if Trunks and Bra are up yet.", he thought as he began to set out plates and silverware.
Trunks turned over in bed and propped up on his elbow. "Do I smell smoke?" He quickly got up and ran downstairs to see smoke pouring out of the kitchen. "Tousan?? Tousan! Are you all right?", Trunks called, choking on the smoke. "Hey, what happened in here?", he asked while squinting his eyes from the fumes.
Vegeta could be heard in the kitchen coughing, as well as growling in frustration. "I can't believe it!! Again!!!" He grabbed the pan off the stove and dumped the burnt remains of the omelet into the trash can and slammed the pan into the sink loudly. "Stupid little....", he grumbled, ignoring Trunks. He ran some cold water into the pan and threw open all the windows in the kitchen. After fanning the air a little more to try and clear the smoke, he stomped out of the kitchen doorway, brushing past Trunks without even looking at him, and went upstairs. "Get your sister, boy.", he called over his shoulder. "We're going out for breakfast."
Trunks followed Vegeta with his eyes before answering in a slightly puzzled tone, "Sure."
Vegeta went into his room to change, still extremely aggravated. As he started to change into a pair of blue jeans and a grey t-shirt with 'BADMAN' printed on the back, he talked to himself. "I can't believe I burned another pan!! Cooking should not be so difficult!" He stood in front of the mirror, looking mainly at the shirt he wore. He liked this one much more than the pink one.
Trunks walked into Bra's room and saw her still sound asleep in her bed with her arms wrapped around her teddy bear. He walked over to her and began shaking her shoulder gently. "Bra....Bra wake up. Dad is taking us out for breakfast." He smiled and thought to himself, "Again..."
Bra moaned slightly for being disturbed and waved her hand in Trunks' face, rolling over and pulling the covers tightly around her. "Go awaaaayyy...", she mumbled.
Vegeta walked down the hallway past Bra's bedroom heading toward the stairs. "Hurry up you two!", he called. He glanced in the room and saw she wasn't up yet, and continued walking. "Bra!! Get up! Trunks, if you and her aren't downstairs in 15 minutes I'm leaving without you!", he yelled back at them, and went downstairs.
Trunks, who had been facing the doorway listening to Vegeta, turned back around and looked at his sister. "Bra come on! Dad is getting impatient.", he said, shaking her a little harder.
Bra pulled the covers over her head and grumbled. "Go away, Trunks. I'm not getting up yet. It's too early." She then curled up in a little ball under the covers.
Trunks rolled his eyes and swiftly yanked the covers off of her, lifting her up by her arm. "Get up now!!!"
Bra shut her eyes tighter and struggled against him. "Aaaa!! Trunks, let me go!", she said while weakly beating on his arm. After a few pitiful swipes at him, she relaxed and hung limply in his grip, mumbling, "Too sleepy...."
He just looked at her pathetically. "You don't want Dad to have to come in here, do you?"
Just then, Vegeta came into the room, still irritated but considerably calmer. "Trunks, I'll get the girl ready. Go downstairs and try to air out the kitchen."
He looked over at his father, "Oh, ok." Trunks put Bra back down on the bed and walked out of the room, heading for the kitchen.
Bra immediately fell straight back onto her pillow with her arms out to her side, closing her eyes tight. She then squinted one eye open and saw her father in the doorway with a stern expression on his face. She sat up, looking at Vegeta, "I'm sorry, Tousan.", she muttered while playing with her fingers in her lap. "I couldn't sleep very well last night. That's all." She kept her head low and shifted her gaze up to her father.
Vegeta walked over to her and asked in a calm tone, "Why is that?"
Bra looked back down at her hands. "I was thinking about Kaasan. I really miss her." She looked back up at Vegeta, her eyes slightly sparkling from the small tears that had formed.
His expression softened as he sat down next to Bra and put his arm around her shoulders. "Don't cry, girl. I know it's hard to think about her now, but just look forward to seeing her again. Don't worry yourself too much about it, ok?"
Bra nodded and leaned her head against Vegeta's chest, sniffing.
He looked down at the top of her head and pulled her hair back over her shoulders. "I'll tell you what. Would it make you feel better if we went out and got ice-cream after breakfast?", he said, smiling a little.
She looked up at him with a wide grin. "Hai!!"
Vegeta chuckled slightly as he stood up. "Well then, we need to get you dressed." He walked over to her dresser and got down on one knee, pulling out a drawer. "What do you want to wear?"
Bra looked at him. "Ummm..." She thought for a moment. "I don't know.", she said with a shrug.
He stared down at the variety of clothes in her drawer. "Hmm. Well then...", he said while reaching in and digging through all the neatly folded material. Finally, he pulled out a yellow T-shirt with Capsule Corp. printed on the front and a pair of blue jean shorts. "Here.", he said, standing up and tossing the clothes on the bed next to her. "Put that on. I know you can dress yourself so I'm not going to stay in here and do it for you. Now hurry up and get downstairs so we can leave."
Bra hopped of the bed, grabbing her clothes. "Ok."
Vegeta nodded as he left, shutting the door behind him and headed downstairs to wait.
Trunks walked out of the kitchen as Vegeta reached the bottom of the stairs. "She up yet?", he asked casually.
He looked at Trunks, "Hai. She's getting dressed now."
Trunks nodded and walked upstairs to finish getting ready also.
As Vegeta watched him leave, he walked over and sat down in a chair, turning on the television and changing the channel to watch the weather.
After a few minutes, Trunks walked out and came downstairs, wearing a dark green T-shirt, with Capsule Corp. printed on the sleeve, and a pair of 'worn in' blue jeans.
Soon after, Bra came running down the stairs with one of her dolls, and jumped on Trunks' back, giggling happily.
Not expecting the sudden jolt, he tipped over a little but managed to keep his balance.
She wrapped her arms around Trunks' neck as her legs went around his waist. "Whee!"
Trunks laughed a little, and glanced back at her. "Gee Bra. You sure are hyper for someone that could barely move this morning."
She smiled at him, dropping to the floor and walking around in front of him. "Daddy's taking us out for ice-cream after breakfast!!", she exlaimed happily, pointing at Vegeta.
Trunks raised an eyebrow and looked up at him. "No wonder she got up.", he thought to himself.
Vegeta glanced at Bra, then at Trunks as he stood up. "What?", he asked as he shrugged into his leather jacket. "I needed to cheer the girl up and she likes ice-cream."
Trunks shrugged with a grin. "It's fine with me."
Vegeta stood by the door, looking at the two. "Well then let's go already!"
"Ok.", Trunks replied and headed out the door as Bra followed, skipping happily.
Vegeta followed them out, grabbing the keys and shutting the door behind him. As he walked over to the car, he saw Trunks hovering a few inches off the ground with Bra standing next to him. "We're taking the air car, Trunks. The weather says a storm is coming and I don't want to get caught flying in it."
Trunks descended back to the ground and looked up at the sky. "Yeah, you're right." He then walked over to the air car, getting in the front seat.
Bra looked up at the darkening rain clouds in dissapointment. "Aww!" She turned around and walked to the car as well. "Stupid rain."
Vegeta got in the driver's seat and started the car, trying to think of a decent place to go eat. After Bra got in and sat down in the back seat, he took off, heading for the inner city. "We're eating at Yoshimi's Restaurant and there will be no question about it!"
Both looked at Vegeta and nodded. "Hai."
After driving through aggravatingly slow traffic, Vegeta pulled into the parking lot of a large restaurant and stopped the car, sighing in relief. Trunks and Bra jumped out of the car and raced inside while Vegeta got out, locked the car, and slowly walked inside with his hands in his pockets. Once inside, he saw that Trunks and Bra had found an empty booth by a window and walked over. He sat down on one side while Bra sat by the window on the opposite bench with Trunks sitting beside her, straight across from his father.
After a while, a waiter came to their table carrying three menus, three rolls of silverware, and a notepad. "Hello and welcome to Yoshimi's Restaurant. My name is Noriyuki and I'll be your waiter this morning. What can I get you to drink?", he asked as he put their menus and silverware down in front of them.
Trunks looked up at him and replied, "I'll have orange juice and she'll have chocolate milk.", as he guestured to his sister.
The waiter wrote down the two drink orders. "Ok." He looked at Vegeta, pointing his pen at him. "And what about you, sir?"
Vegeta continued to scan over the menu for what he wanted to eat, not looking up at the waiter. "Coffee.", he answered plainly.
As he wrote that down on his notepad as well, the waiter asked, "How would you like that, sir?"
"Black.", he responded.
After making that final note, Noriyuki said, "Ok then. I'll be back with your drinks soon." , and walked away.
Vegeta stared at a picture of a perfect omelet on a page in his menu, mumbling in frustration.
"Daddy!", Bra suddenly exclaimed.
Vegeta looked up at her. "Nani?!"
"I left my doll in the car!", she cried.
Vegeta sighed in relief, thinking something major had happened. He slid the car keys across the table to Trunks. "Here, Trunks. Go out to the car and get her doll."
Trunks looked up and sighed a little. "All right, all right." He grabbed the keys and headed to the front. Once he got out to the car, he unlocked the back door and reached in to grab the doll, which had been lying on the floor. After shutting the door and locking it again, he turned and headed back for the restaurant. When he arrived back at their booth, he handed the doll to Bra and sat back down, proceeding to look over his menu.
"Arigatou!", Bra exclaimed as she hugged her doll tightly.
"No problem.", Trunks responded.
Vegeta lowered his menu and glanced up at Bra. "Bra, do you know what you want?"
She looked at him and answered, "I want eggs, Tousan!"
Vegeta nodded. "Ok. I'll get you eggs then. Is that all you want, though? How hungry are you?"
She thought for a minute. "Umm. I'm this hungry!", she replied, holding her arms out wide.
Trunks looked at her and said, "Well then you better get more than eggs or you'll still be hungry."
Vegeta smiled slightly. "How about a few of the Ham and Egg Plates? That comes with two large pieces of ham and scrambled eggs. You want that?"
She nodded with a smile on her face.
Trunks laid his menu down and leaned on the table. "Well I think I know what I want now."
Vegeta looked at Trunks and asked, "What?"
Trunks glanced up and replied simply, "I'm going to get five Supreme Breakfast Platters."
Vegeta looked back at his menu for a moment. "Ok. Well I think I'll get six Deluxe Pancake Plates.", he said as his stomach growled loudly, much to his annoyance.
Soon after, their waiter came back with a tray, which carried their drinks. "Here you go.", he said as he handed Bra the chocolate milk, then continued to hand Trunks the orange juice and then sat Vegeta's coffee down in front of him. "Are you ready to order now?", Noriyuki asked, preparing to write down their orders.
"Hai. I want six Deluxe Pancake Plates.", Vegeta replied as he took a sip of his coffee.
Trunks leaned back in his seat, "I'll take five of the Supreme Breakfast Platters."
The waiter blinked a few times. "Uh...", he muttered as he quickly wrote down the large order, "O....k...and what would she like?", he asked as he pointed his pen at Bra while looking at Trunks.
"She'll have three of your Ham and Egg Plates.", Trunks answered.
As the waiter wrote everything down, he thought to himself, "How often do these people eat? Once a month? Nobody's ever gotten so many of our largest plates before!" he cleared his throat and spoke. "All right then. I'll be back with your order shortly." He turned and headed for the kitchen, walking quickly.
While they waited, Trunks stared down at his lap with a serious expression. He didn't even notice Vegeta staring at him from across the table.
Vegeta brought Trunks back to reality when he said, "You sure are quiet. Is there a problem with you, boy?"
Trunks snapped his head up, a little startled. "Huh? Oh...no. It's uh...nothing.", he said quietly, lowering his head again.
Vegeta continued staring at him. "Don't ignore me, Trunks. If there's a problem I should know about, then you'd better tell me.", he said with a slightly firmer tone.
Trunks looked up at him again, a little irritated. "I said it was nothing.", he replied in frustration, and looked out the window.
Vegeta was a little surprised at Trunks' change in mood, but he was also aggravated that Trunks was speaking to him with that tone of voice. "Watch it, Trunks. Don't give me any attitude.", he warned his son, speaking low but still firm.
Trunks just folded his arms without saying anything else and continued staring out at the dark sky.
About thirty minutes later, the waiter came back with three large trays in his hands that were full of plates. He stood by the table and looked at the plates in his arms. "Ok. Umm... let's see here. Here's four of the six Pancake Plates.", he said as he laid those down in front of Vegeta. "Here are the three Ham and Egg Plates." He handed those to Trunks as he passed them to Bra. "And here's four of the five Supreme Breakfast Platters.", he said and set them down in front of Trunks. "I'll be right back with the rest of the plates.", he finished as he walked back to the kitchen, carrying the large trays in his hand.
After thoroughly covering his pancakes with butter and syrup, Vegeta grinned for a moment before diving into the large stack. He cleared one plate in a few bites and pushed it aside, drinking the rest of his coffee. "He'd better hurry and get back here with the rest of the food before I finish this off.", he said as he started on another plate.
Trunks began eating hurridly, yet silently, not looking up at anyone. After a few minutes of silence, Trunks couldn't take it anymore. He threw down his napkin and got up, walking swiftly out the door. Once outside he walked over and sat down on a nearby bench, putting his head in his hands, running his fingers through his hair.
Vegeta and Bra stopped eating and looked at Trunks' empty seat, then at each other with questioning eyes.
"`Where'd he go Daddy?", Bra asked.
Vegeta turned around in his seat and looked at the door that Trunks had just gone through, then turned back to Bra. "I don't know what is wrong with that boy, but there's something serious going on. Stay here. I'm going to go find out why he's acting like this." He got up and headed for the door.
Bra watched him get up and leave. "Hai.", she said, and continued eating.
Vegeta went through the door and looked around, saw Trunks almost immediately, and headed over to him, sighing in irritation.
Trunks glanced up, and saw Vegeta coming. He turned his head away, groaning.
He stopped in front of Trunks, looking at him angrily. "What's the matter with you, boy?? Don't try and ignore me this time, either. Now answer me!"
Trunks avoided making eye contact with his father, and kept his head turned to the side. "It's nothing, Dad", he repeated softly.
Vegeta , at hearing this, got even more mad. "Trunks! Look at me right now!", he yelled, staring at the side of Trunks' head, trying to control his temper.
Trunks didn't reply. He just kept his head turned and ignored Vegeta's shouts.
Vegeta grabbed Trunks by the shirt and jerked him around hard to face him. "Do you hear me, boy?! Now you'd better stop ignoring what I say and answer me!!", he shouted at Trunks, getting closer to his face, and shaking him slightly.
As Trunks looked up at Vegeta, tears began to well up in his eyes. "You don't want to know!", he shouted as he hit Vegeta's arm, in order to release his grip on his shirt, and quickly flew away.
Vegeta stared at the bench for a moment with a surprised expression, then turned around and saw Trunks in the distance. "That boy is seriously trying my patience today.", he growled, and leaped into the air, jetting off after Trunks. It didn't take long before he was close behind him. He sped up, gaining on him a little more. "TRUNKS!!!! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!", he screamed at his son in fury.
Trunks closed his eyes for a minute, thinking to himself, "Man, I can't belive this! I never meant to make him get so angry! But if I keep flying he might get dangerous. He's already mad enough at me, now. But how can I tell him this??" He opened his eyes again, and sighed. Then, he stopped completely and powered down, as if he had just lost all his energy, yet still remained where he was in the air. "No...I've got to tell him.", he whispered to himself.
Vegeta saw Trunks, and stopped abruptly about five feet behind him.
Trunks slowly turned around to face Vegeta, his head lowered.
With his arms crossed over his chest, Vegeta continued to glare at Trunks. "I've had enough of this, Trunks! Now tell me what this big problem is, and don't you dare fly away from me again!", he demanded with a harsh voice.
Trunks thought for a moment on just how he could say this to his father. "Tousan...there's something you should know. You're not going to want to hear this though.", he said with a distressed hint in his voice, clenching his fists and blinking back tears.
Vegeta suddenly got a slight uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Just tell me already!!", he said impatiently.
He continued, avoiding direct eye contact with his father. "It's about Mom..."