"What's first on this blasted list? Check up on Trunks. What?! She doesn't
trust my own son? What does she think he's doing?"
He pictured Trunks performing an intimate act and shrugged his shoulders. It was natural. How did she think she got a son in the first place. He then thought about Trunks' roommate and shook.
"Perhaps he does need to be checked up on after all," Vegeta said.
"What are you trying to be? The leader of a gang?" a voice asked and Vegeta spun around. Eighteen stood there, holding her young daughter Marron in her arms.
"Hardly. I have a list of missions that I must carry out," Vegeta replied and folded his arms.
"Oh. Bulma was busy so she gave you a list of things she needed done in the city."
"How did you...how did you know that?!"
Eighteen smiled smugly at him.
"One thing you'll never understand is a woman's mind. So does she have you shopping?"
She took the list out of Vegeta's hand and looked at it.
"Check on Trunks. Looks like someone doesn't trust their son. Ooh I like this one. Pick up order at Columbia's Secret. Wonder how embarrassed you'll get."
"Give that to me!"
"All right here. I've got to find Krillin anyway. Oh there he is."
"Woah Vegeta. Man if it wasn't for the hair, I never would have recognized you. What are you doing?" Krillin asked as he walked up to his wife.
"He's doing errands for Bulma," Eighteen replied.
"Really? What's she making this time?"
"I have no clue but I'd better get started on it. That woman threatened not to cook if I didn't complete these tasks," Vegeta grumbled.
"That's harsh man. Well good luck."
Vegeta watched them walk off and glanced at his surroundings. He was close enough to Trunks' apartment that he could walk. ******************************************************************* Loren looked up and stood up. How long had she been there? Where was Trunks? She knew that he wasn't in the apartment but she didn't know where he had gone. He hadn't told her he was leaving, did he? Had she done something to anger him? She turned towards the door and opened it. She stared at Vegeta for a moment then stepped back.
"What's that look for?" Vegeta asked.
"It's not your usual attire. I'm sorry," Loren said as she moved out of the door.
"Where is he?"
"I don't know. I haven't been alert for that long."
"What?"
"I was meditating for um...five hours I guess. When I looked up, he was gone. Why are you dressed like that?"
"Then I'm assuming he's fine. First mission completed."
"But you don't know where he is."
Vegeta stared into space for a moment then grinned.
"He's with that thief Yamcha and an attractive human. Looks like you're on the doorstep tonight. I feel SO sorry for you."
"What do you mean?"
"I simply mean this. Obviously he doesn't want you."
"But he said..."
"Are you going to believe what he said or what I am saying?"
"What he said."
"WHAT?! Fine. Don't believe me. Just don't be shocked when he comes home with a REAL female in his arms, not some twisted mixture. He didn't save you for compassion you know. How could you have compassion anyway? You had the chance to kill me twice and you didn't. You're just a coward, aren't you?"
"Stop it. Vegeta, I don't want to fight you." *************************************** Trunks glanced up at the influx in ki and sighed. Something had gone wrong again. He glanced at Yamcha, who sat watching him and laid down his fork.
"What?" he asked.
"What's wrong? You stopped eating," Yamcha replied.
"I stopped because of you."
"No before that. What happened?"
"Someone just disappeared. I know who it was too. She must have come out of her trance. Great. I should have left a note or something."
"Are you sure you two aren't secretly married?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you sorta sound like how Goku and Chi-chi used to sound. Without the yelling, I mean." "Why do I have to keep telling people this. I'm not married to her."
"That's good. We've all seen what she can do when she gets angry. Like I said, worse than Zarbon. Way worse than Zarbon."
"In any event, she's gone. I've got to figure out where she went. Where's the check?"
"Look if you give me the money, I'll take care of the bill. I'd like to talk to Mocha some more."
"Here," Trunks said and handed him a couple of zenie bills.
"That's more than enough," Yamcha said.
"You have to give her a tip, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah. Thanks then."
"You're welcome," Trunks said as he picked up his coat and left the restaurant.
He pictured Trunks performing an intimate act and shrugged his shoulders. It was natural. How did she think she got a son in the first place. He then thought about Trunks' roommate and shook.
"Perhaps he does need to be checked up on after all," Vegeta said.
"What are you trying to be? The leader of a gang?" a voice asked and Vegeta spun around. Eighteen stood there, holding her young daughter Marron in her arms.
"Hardly. I have a list of missions that I must carry out," Vegeta replied and folded his arms.
"Oh. Bulma was busy so she gave you a list of things she needed done in the city."
"How did you...how did you know that?!"
Eighteen smiled smugly at him.
"One thing you'll never understand is a woman's mind. So does she have you shopping?"
She took the list out of Vegeta's hand and looked at it.
"Check on Trunks. Looks like someone doesn't trust their son. Ooh I like this one. Pick up order at Columbia's Secret. Wonder how embarrassed you'll get."
"Give that to me!"
"All right here. I've got to find Krillin anyway. Oh there he is."
"Woah Vegeta. Man if it wasn't for the hair, I never would have recognized you. What are you doing?" Krillin asked as he walked up to his wife.
"He's doing errands for Bulma," Eighteen replied.
"Really? What's she making this time?"
"I have no clue but I'd better get started on it. That woman threatened not to cook if I didn't complete these tasks," Vegeta grumbled.
"That's harsh man. Well good luck."
Vegeta watched them walk off and glanced at his surroundings. He was close enough to Trunks' apartment that he could walk. ******************************************************************* Loren looked up and stood up. How long had she been there? Where was Trunks? She knew that he wasn't in the apartment but she didn't know where he had gone. He hadn't told her he was leaving, did he? Had she done something to anger him? She turned towards the door and opened it. She stared at Vegeta for a moment then stepped back.
"What's that look for?" Vegeta asked.
"It's not your usual attire. I'm sorry," Loren said as she moved out of the door.
"Where is he?"
"I don't know. I haven't been alert for that long."
"What?"
"I was meditating for um...five hours I guess. When I looked up, he was gone. Why are you dressed like that?"
"Then I'm assuming he's fine. First mission completed."
"But you don't know where he is."
Vegeta stared into space for a moment then grinned.
"He's with that thief Yamcha and an attractive human. Looks like you're on the doorstep tonight. I feel SO sorry for you."
"What do you mean?"
"I simply mean this. Obviously he doesn't want you."
"But he said..."
"Are you going to believe what he said or what I am saying?"
"What he said."
"WHAT?! Fine. Don't believe me. Just don't be shocked when he comes home with a REAL female in his arms, not some twisted mixture. He didn't save you for compassion you know. How could you have compassion anyway? You had the chance to kill me twice and you didn't. You're just a coward, aren't you?"
"Stop it. Vegeta, I don't want to fight you." *************************************** Trunks glanced up at the influx in ki and sighed. Something had gone wrong again. He glanced at Yamcha, who sat watching him and laid down his fork.
"What?" he asked.
"What's wrong? You stopped eating," Yamcha replied.
"I stopped because of you."
"No before that. What happened?"
"Someone just disappeared. I know who it was too. She must have come out of her trance. Great. I should have left a note or something."
"Are you sure you two aren't secretly married?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you sorta sound like how Goku and Chi-chi used to sound. Without the yelling, I mean." "Why do I have to keep telling people this. I'm not married to her."
"That's good. We've all seen what she can do when she gets angry. Like I said, worse than Zarbon. Way worse than Zarbon."
"In any event, she's gone. I've got to figure out where she went. Where's the check?"
"Look if you give me the money, I'll take care of the bill. I'd like to talk to Mocha some more."
"Here," Trunks said and handed him a couple of zenie bills.
"That's more than enough," Yamcha said.
"You have to give her a tip, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah. Thanks then."
"You're welcome," Trunks said as he picked up his coat and left the restaurant.