Disclaimer: uhm, there's one in my first chapter, i think. so you can
refer to that one, if you'd like
A/n: yet another lovely chapter by the lovely John. (lol, i love that word."lovely") i'll produce some chapters of my own, eventually, but right now i can't seem to write. so enjoy, and, uhm . . . have a non- spontaneous-combustive day!
Note: this starts off from Bulma's p.o.v.
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My little Trunks was never the same after that night. No matter what I tried to do to cheer him up nothing ever worked. When he had woken up the next morning he had come into the kitchen all smiles as if he was his normal self. When I asked if he was ok Trunks told me he was fine, He just had a bad dream last night and was glad it was over.
I was in total shock. Trunks had been so distraught over Vegeta's death that when he awoke in his bed where I had put him last night he figured it was all a dream . . . oh my poor baby . . . Before I could even say a word Trunks turned and was headed for the back yard door.
"I'm going to go train with Papa this morning, He promised to take me to the park and play catch with me if I started to train with him every morning." Trunks said.
Bulma was left in total shock, she could hear Trunks calling for Vegeta in the back yard, she could hear the hiss of the Gravity room door being opened and Trunks' echoed calls for Vegeta go unanswered no matter how many times her son called for him. Tears were streaming down her eyes as her son came walking calmly back into the house and turned to her.
"Mama, where did papa go? We were supposed to train bright and early this morning." Trunks questioned.
The tears in her eyes and the silence that was her answer was all the answer Trunks needed and Bulma was forced to watch as his cheerful happy mood was shattered as the realization that last night was not a dream dawned upon him.
"It wasn't a dream was it? Last night was real, my Papa died." Trunks said.
The way he stated it was more of a fact then a question and Bulma could only nod and open her arms to offer her son some comfort. The concern to comfort was quickly replaced with fear as Trunks looked up at her with murder in his eyes. No longer were they her son's sweet innocent eyes staring back at her, they had a glint to them that was not human and seemed very blood thirsty. They were Vegeta's eyes. They may have been her color but everything else about her son's eyes were purely Vegeta. The scowl upon her sons face was an exact carbon copy of the older Saiyan prince and it scared her to death.
"Who killed him? Why didn't he fight back? Why couldn't you heal him?" Trunks asked desperately.
"I don't know Trunks he just appeared home like this, he went out after you went to bed and when." Bulma's sentence was interrupted by a force of air that sent her back into the kitchen wall. The total shock of it was enough to almost make her pass out, but her son's words that came with the force kept her wide awake.
"LIAR!!!!!!" Trunks screamed in rage. "What did you do to Papa!?!"
Bulma winced as she pulled herself out of her crumbling kitchen wall and tried to stand on her own two feet, she failed miserably. Collapsing to her knee's Bulma looked up at her son's fury filled face.
"Trunks I'm telling the truth, He must have gotten into a fight with someone more powerful then him, I just don't know I wasn't there I was only here for the aftermath." Bulma pleaded desperately.
But instead of Trunks' face softening it hardened even more as he clenched his little fists and balled them at his sides.
"I don't believe you mother. I would have felt it, I ALWAYS FEEL IT!!! Papa's Ki is one of a kind. There is no other like it on this planet, just ask any of the fighters and they will tell you. I never knew the difference until now. With them their Ki was always noticeable. I don't know a word for what I am trying to say. Earth fighters' Ki is the same in every way; their power is controlled by their spirit- their life force energy. Even Gokou's power was similar to that of the earth fighters and he was Saiyan.but Papa's power was on a totally different level, his power came from something besides his spirit. I don't know where it came from but it made him extremely dangerous because you could never gauge him perfectly when you would fight him. It was like his power was half spirit and half of something unknown. That's why I would have known if he had been fighting, because no matter where Papa is when ever he raises his Ki in the slightest we feel it. It's never clouded by the other powers of earth it screams to us loud and clear."
When Trunks was finished he was so worked up that he could not see through the tears welled up in his eyes, nor was he paying attention to the blurry figure moving forward to embrace him. When slender arms wrapped themselves around his small frame the weight of his sorrow was released and the strong warrior inside was shoved aside and the child within took over. Bulma could do nothing but hold her son as he cried his heart and soul out into her shoulder.
"I'm sorry Trunks your father was very sick, he didn't want to tell you because he didn't want to hurt you. Your father wanted you to be strong for him Trunks, you're all that I have left now can you be strong for me? Your father was proud of you don't shame his memory by mourning over him" Bulma said with total contempt for her self.
As the days went by Trunks drifted further away from the world becoming totally oblivious to everything around him, nothing anyone said or done around him could break through to him. The days turned into months and the months into years, Trunks had completely stopped all training and even quit school. His life was slowly drifting away from him and he was slowly falling down a spiral of despair that he was sure to never climb out of on his own.
It had been six years since she had terminated Vegeta and her life was still empty, she had had no motivation for science in the slightest since that fateful day. Instead she had turned her life to her son, but that had been disastrous. Trunks was going nowhere fast, he had totally turned away from her in the last six years. Deep down Bulma thought that Trunks had somehow figured it out, or at least thought that she was behind the death of Vegeta but if her son thought so he never implied it.
It was strange, she had terminated Vegeta because she was loosing sight of what he truly was, and he had evolved from his original programming. His AI adapted to the world around him and every day he became more and more human. To everyone else he was now just one of them, a real being and with every passing day Bulma was loosing sight of what Vegeta really was as well. She had fallen in love with her own creation and such a thing should never happen. For a human to love a machine that could love you back wasn't right. So she had to remove him from their lives and in doing so she had destroyed them instead.
Trunks sat alone on the hilltop just outside his house, he sat there staring blankly into the mid morning sky watching as the clouds rolled by lost in thought. Bringing his gaze down to the object in his hand Trunks stares at the dragon radar with mixed feelings. It was the key to his happiness. It would unlock the doors to the whereabouts of seven tiny golden balls. Alone they were useless but when brought together they can summon forth a Dragon with the power to grant two wishes, not to exceed his own power. He had stolen it from his mother earlier that morning with full intent on wishing for his father to be brought back to life. However something else he had found inside his mothers lab had made him stop and think real hard about what he was about to do.
Within the same safe as the dragon radar were several objects and files that were deemed by his mother as Top Secret, none of which caught his attention in the slightest. That is until he sifted past one that was labeled Project Saiyan Prince. Trunks tried to ignore it and just find the dragon radar but the file seemed to just stare at him begging to be read. When he picked it up he found it was very thick and heavy.
As he opened the file he was instantly confused by the language it was written in- he didn't understand a word of it except for two words. It was a word his father had taught him. The words were "Saiyan Prince" written in the Saiyan language. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the whole file must be in Saiyan and trunks dug quickly for the scouter that he knew was in this safe as well.
With the scouter in place and the file in hand Trunks turned on the device and set it for language translation. The results shall we say were more then successful, as Trunks looks back he can still clearly remember the whole beginning summary.
"Today I begin the day with new hope in making our Gokou happy. I have finally figured out a way to do this through my newfound advancements in Bio Mechanics. It was pretty gross but I took blood and skin samples from the dead Saiyan Raditz along with the living samples of Gokou. I spliced their genes, broke down their DNA and combined them with the DNA of my Bio Mechanical androids; the end result was a fully functional Saiyan Prince. I have named him Vegeta, after the original Saiyan king that I had found out about in Raditz's memories. I am Such a Genius!
Trunks never even finished the rest of the file, so shocked was the young prince that he never even closed the safe as he absently left the lab with file, scouter, and radar in hand. As he brought himself back from his reverie Trunks glanced at a backpack to his right. Inside were the Dragonballs; all seven of them. He truly had no memory of finding them at all- they had just been there on the hill with him when he had finally snapped out of his shocked daze. But he didn't care. He knew what he had to do, no matter what.
With newfound determination Trunks found himself emptying the backpack of Dragonballs and placing them so that they were connected. "I don't care if you are bio mechanical, Papa . . . you are still my father and I am bringing you home where you belong."
A/n: yet another lovely chapter by the lovely John. (lol, i love that word."lovely") i'll produce some chapters of my own, eventually, but right now i can't seem to write. so enjoy, and, uhm . . . have a non- spontaneous-combustive day!
Note: this starts off from Bulma's p.o.v.
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My little Trunks was never the same after that night. No matter what I tried to do to cheer him up nothing ever worked. When he had woken up the next morning he had come into the kitchen all smiles as if he was his normal self. When I asked if he was ok Trunks told me he was fine, He just had a bad dream last night and was glad it was over.
I was in total shock. Trunks had been so distraught over Vegeta's death that when he awoke in his bed where I had put him last night he figured it was all a dream . . . oh my poor baby . . . Before I could even say a word Trunks turned and was headed for the back yard door.
"I'm going to go train with Papa this morning, He promised to take me to the park and play catch with me if I started to train with him every morning." Trunks said.
Bulma was left in total shock, she could hear Trunks calling for Vegeta in the back yard, she could hear the hiss of the Gravity room door being opened and Trunks' echoed calls for Vegeta go unanswered no matter how many times her son called for him. Tears were streaming down her eyes as her son came walking calmly back into the house and turned to her.
"Mama, where did papa go? We were supposed to train bright and early this morning." Trunks questioned.
The tears in her eyes and the silence that was her answer was all the answer Trunks needed and Bulma was forced to watch as his cheerful happy mood was shattered as the realization that last night was not a dream dawned upon him.
"It wasn't a dream was it? Last night was real, my Papa died." Trunks said.
The way he stated it was more of a fact then a question and Bulma could only nod and open her arms to offer her son some comfort. The concern to comfort was quickly replaced with fear as Trunks looked up at her with murder in his eyes. No longer were they her son's sweet innocent eyes staring back at her, they had a glint to them that was not human and seemed very blood thirsty. They were Vegeta's eyes. They may have been her color but everything else about her son's eyes were purely Vegeta. The scowl upon her sons face was an exact carbon copy of the older Saiyan prince and it scared her to death.
"Who killed him? Why didn't he fight back? Why couldn't you heal him?" Trunks asked desperately.
"I don't know Trunks he just appeared home like this, he went out after you went to bed and when." Bulma's sentence was interrupted by a force of air that sent her back into the kitchen wall. The total shock of it was enough to almost make her pass out, but her son's words that came with the force kept her wide awake.
"LIAR!!!!!!" Trunks screamed in rage. "What did you do to Papa!?!"
Bulma winced as she pulled herself out of her crumbling kitchen wall and tried to stand on her own two feet, she failed miserably. Collapsing to her knee's Bulma looked up at her son's fury filled face.
"Trunks I'm telling the truth, He must have gotten into a fight with someone more powerful then him, I just don't know I wasn't there I was only here for the aftermath." Bulma pleaded desperately.
But instead of Trunks' face softening it hardened even more as he clenched his little fists and balled them at his sides.
"I don't believe you mother. I would have felt it, I ALWAYS FEEL IT!!! Papa's Ki is one of a kind. There is no other like it on this planet, just ask any of the fighters and they will tell you. I never knew the difference until now. With them their Ki was always noticeable. I don't know a word for what I am trying to say. Earth fighters' Ki is the same in every way; their power is controlled by their spirit- their life force energy. Even Gokou's power was similar to that of the earth fighters and he was Saiyan.but Papa's power was on a totally different level, his power came from something besides his spirit. I don't know where it came from but it made him extremely dangerous because you could never gauge him perfectly when you would fight him. It was like his power was half spirit and half of something unknown. That's why I would have known if he had been fighting, because no matter where Papa is when ever he raises his Ki in the slightest we feel it. It's never clouded by the other powers of earth it screams to us loud and clear."
When Trunks was finished he was so worked up that he could not see through the tears welled up in his eyes, nor was he paying attention to the blurry figure moving forward to embrace him. When slender arms wrapped themselves around his small frame the weight of his sorrow was released and the strong warrior inside was shoved aside and the child within took over. Bulma could do nothing but hold her son as he cried his heart and soul out into her shoulder.
"I'm sorry Trunks your father was very sick, he didn't want to tell you because he didn't want to hurt you. Your father wanted you to be strong for him Trunks, you're all that I have left now can you be strong for me? Your father was proud of you don't shame his memory by mourning over him" Bulma said with total contempt for her self.
As the days went by Trunks drifted further away from the world becoming totally oblivious to everything around him, nothing anyone said or done around him could break through to him. The days turned into months and the months into years, Trunks had completely stopped all training and even quit school. His life was slowly drifting away from him and he was slowly falling down a spiral of despair that he was sure to never climb out of on his own.
It had been six years since she had terminated Vegeta and her life was still empty, she had had no motivation for science in the slightest since that fateful day. Instead she had turned her life to her son, but that had been disastrous. Trunks was going nowhere fast, he had totally turned away from her in the last six years. Deep down Bulma thought that Trunks had somehow figured it out, or at least thought that she was behind the death of Vegeta but if her son thought so he never implied it.
It was strange, she had terminated Vegeta because she was loosing sight of what he truly was, and he had evolved from his original programming. His AI adapted to the world around him and every day he became more and more human. To everyone else he was now just one of them, a real being and with every passing day Bulma was loosing sight of what Vegeta really was as well. She had fallen in love with her own creation and such a thing should never happen. For a human to love a machine that could love you back wasn't right. So she had to remove him from their lives and in doing so she had destroyed them instead.
Trunks sat alone on the hilltop just outside his house, he sat there staring blankly into the mid morning sky watching as the clouds rolled by lost in thought. Bringing his gaze down to the object in his hand Trunks stares at the dragon radar with mixed feelings. It was the key to his happiness. It would unlock the doors to the whereabouts of seven tiny golden balls. Alone they were useless but when brought together they can summon forth a Dragon with the power to grant two wishes, not to exceed his own power. He had stolen it from his mother earlier that morning with full intent on wishing for his father to be brought back to life. However something else he had found inside his mothers lab had made him stop and think real hard about what he was about to do.
Within the same safe as the dragon radar were several objects and files that were deemed by his mother as Top Secret, none of which caught his attention in the slightest. That is until he sifted past one that was labeled Project Saiyan Prince. Trunks tried to ignore it and just find the dragon radar but the file seemed to just stare at him begging to be read. When he picked it up he found it was very thick and heavy.
As he opened the file he was instantly confused by the language it was written in- he didn't understand a word of it except for two words. It was a word his father had taught him. The words were "Saiyan Prince" written in the Saiyan language. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the whole file must be in Saiyan and trunks dug quickly for the scouter that he knew was in this safe as well.
With the scouter in place and the file in hand Trunks turned on the device and set it for language translation. The results shall we say were more then successful, as Trunks looks back he can still clearly remember the whole beginning summary.
"Today I begin the day with new hope in making our Gokou happy. I have finally figured out a way to do this through my newfound advancements in Bio Mechanics. It was pretty gross but I took blood and skin samples from the dead Saiyan Raditz along with the living samples of Gokou. I spliced their genes, broke down their DNA and combined them with the DNA of my Bio Mechanical androids; the end result was a fully functional Saiyan Prince. I have named him Vegeta, after the original Saiyan king that I had found out about in Raditz's memories. I am Such a Genius!
Trunks never even finished the rest of the file, so shocked was the young prince that he never even closed the safe as he absently left the lab with file, scouter, and radar in hand. As he brought himself back from his reverie Trunks glanced at a backpack to his right. Inside were the Dragonballs; all seven of them. He truly had no memory of finding them at all- they had just been there on the hill with him when he had finally snapped out of his shocked daze. But he didn't care. He knew what he had to do, no matter what.
With newfound determination Trunks found himself emptying the backpack of Dragonballs and placing them so that they were connected. "I don't care if you are bio mechanical, Papa . . . you are still my father and I am bringing you home where you belong."