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Chapter 8 Caught?
King Vegeta ran to the kitchen. He still heard the voices... Yes! He was getting closer to his destination! This was the moment of truth, he would be able to meet his son after all of these years.
The king barged through the kitchen door not minding one bit that he turned the nicely carved wood to splinters in a matter of seconds. He slid on the waxed tile floor almost slamming into the wall. Luckily he caught himself in the nick of time. He looked up to see his grandson Trunks staring back at him with a phone in his hand. The king looked around frantically.
"I know he's here! I heard his voice in the living room!" exclaimed the king as he checked the room for any sign of his son.
Trunks peered at his grandfather, "What are you talking about? I was the only one here."
"Don't lie to me boy! I know he is here! I can now smell him..." snapped the king, "Now tell me! Where are they?!"
Trunks slightly flinched at his grandfather's tone, "Grandfather... Surely you must have heard me talking on the phone...I hope you know that my voice IS changing..." he replied holding up a silver cell phone.
The king glared, "It's all lies... Tell me! Where is my son?"
Trunks hesitated. He couldn't believe that his grandfather could hear him all the way from the living room, him and his dad. But what scared him the most was that he knew the two were still in the room. He tried his best to make his grandfather believe that Vegeta was on the cruise, but he wouldn't buy it. "He's not here... He's on the cruise with my mom and the Son's."
This time, the king was beyond angry. He couldn't believe that his grandson was lying, if he were on Vegetasei Trunks could be easily tortured for denying the facts. He knew his son was in the room, he could feel it and smell him... along with another saiyan that he couldn't quite recognize at the moment. The king looked at the pantry door. There, that's where the saiyan's scent was the strongest. The king stomped to the door and peered at his grandson who gave a horrified look. 'So, I have found their hiding place... Tough luck...' Smirking he twisted the handle to the door and opened it.
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*Ding Dong*
"I'll get it!" exclaimed Goten as he rushed to the front door. Quickly opening it, he saw a young teen, about his age and his height smiling back at him.
"Hey Goten. Is Trunks here?" She asked. He gave a quick nod as he moved to the side. As she entered the house she slowly made her way threw the door on a set of crutches and carried on her shoulders a full, jade green backpack.
"Sakura?" The black haired teenaged girl looked over to Goten.
"Yes?" she asked back as he led her to the living room where everyone else was.
He paused for a moment to think of the right words to ask "Why are you on crutches?" he finally asked her. She giggled slightly as they entered the room. The saiyans in the room looked up to see her. Some of them couldn't help but stare at her as she slowly hobbled over to a couch and set her crutches to the floor.
"I fractured my kneecap... And broke my foot..." she replied gently setting the left foot, which laid in a cast, on the floor.
"What did you do? Run in front of a car or something?" Goten asked jokingly. She giggled again placing a black strand of hair behind her ear.
"Not exactly..." she replied pulling off a backpack which she carried on her shoulders.
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Nothing. The king only saw food in the large room which contained cans and wrapped bags of food. He looked around frantically.
"He was here! I could sense it!" the king exclaimed gritting his teeth.
Trunks mentally sighed, "Sir... we all make mistakes. It not something to be all angry about..."
"You don't understand do you?" The king turned to his grandson, emotion was showing threw his eyes... Trunks could see that. "How would you feel if you hadn't seen someone you... cared about leave you, and you would knew that you may never see him or her again? I know that I have a chance to see my son again... And I won't hesitate to find him." The king had practically choked on his own words, but he was giving Trunks the truth. He dearly missed his son. Trunks looked to the ground.
He then spoke up, "Grandpa... My dad should be back with in a week or two. They had left yesterday, but they may call us to check to see how we are doing or something. If he does call, I'll let you talk to him. Don't worry, you will be able to see him again..." Trunks looked to the king's eyes, "I promise." Probably for the first time in his life, King Vegeta gave a small smile. Not a smirk that he would usually give if he was pleased with something, but a true smile.
"Thank you, my grandson."
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Hovering in the air, Goku and Vegeta sighed. Vegeta growled, he was yearning to see his father, to talk to him. But he couldn't just yet. He knew that he should be grateful that Trunks was the only one who knew they had come to check up on them. He was also glad that he could make stuff up to make it sound like the truth... Sure he wasn't happy when it was used against him or Bulma, but during this time he needed it to keep some type of peace with the king and his subjects.
"Kakarot..."
Goku looked at the prince. "Let's get going... I don't want the women to get worried." Vegeta gave a small smirk. Goku also gave a small smile as he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Of course, your highness," the taller saiyan replied as they both vanished.
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Bardock looked out the window smirking. He had just witnessed his son and the saiyan prince leave, not only that, it seemed that they both were... friends. This may have been what Bardock needed to see; so he could believe that his son and grandson along with the prince and his son were truly the best of friends. The way they treated one another was also a dead give-away. Not only that, he could read their could read their thoughts. 'So you both have grown up... It's wonderful that you were able to defeat that evil monster Frieza. The universe is now safe, safe from him and his kind.' He looked over at his grandsons and gave a small smile. His family, he was glad that they cared for him. It seemed to be the only time that he felt happy around his family. But his son... he would be able to see him again when he would come back to check on the boys. Maybe... just MAYBE he would be able to meet him. He looked down, an image of a dark figure flashed in his mind for a second before he snapped his head up gasping. Another vision? No, that's silly! He had been dead for about two decades and he had no visions what so ever. Strange, He thought. Walking to a dark corner of the room watching the boys talk with the new person. And to his surprise, she looked a lot like a saiyan female. He gasped, may be there WERE more survivors than he had thought from the explosion of Vegetasei!
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There's the next chapter for ya. All I ask for is 5 to 10 reviews and I'll update the story again. I know that this chapter was a bit slow... In a way, But I'll do my best to make future chapters a bit better than this. Bye your now. -Takuma
Chapter 8 Caught?
King Vegeta ran to the kitchen. He still heard the voices... Yes! He was getting closer to his destination! This was the moment of truth, he would be able to meet his son after all of these years.
The king barged through the kitchen door not minding one bit that he turned the nicely carved wood to splinters in a matter of seconds. He slid on the waxed tile floor almost slamming into the wall. Luckily he caught himself in the nick of time. He looked up to see his grandson Trunks staring back at him with a phone in his hand. The king looked around frantically.
"I know he's here! I heard his voice in the living room!" exclaimed the king as he checked the room for any sign of his son.
Trunks peered at his grandfather, "What are you talking about? I was the only one here."
"Don't lie to me boy! I know he is here! I can now smell him..." snapped the king, "Now tell me! Where are they?!"
Trunks slightly flinched at his grandfather's tone, "Grandfather... Surely you must have heard me talking on the phone...I hope you know that my voice IS changing..." he replied holding up a silver cell phone.
The king glared, "It's all lies... Tell me! Where is my son?"
Trunks hesitated. He couldn't believe that his grandfather could hear him all the way from the living room, him and his dad. But what scared him the most was that he knew the two were still in the room. He tried his best to make his grandfather believe that Vegeta was on the cruise, but he wouldn't buy it. "He's not here... He's on the cruise with my mom and the Son's."
This time, the king was beyond angry. He couldn't believe that his grandson was lying, if he were on Vegetasei Trunks could be easily tortured for denying the facts. He knew his son was in the room, he could feel it and smell him... along with another saiyan that he couldn't quite recognize at the moment. The king looked at the pantry door. There, that's where the saiyan's scent was the strongest. The king stomped to the door and peered at his grandson who gave a horrified look. 'So, I have found their hiding place... Tough luck...' Smirking he twisted the handle to the door and opened it.
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*Ding Dong*
"I'll get it!" exclaimed Goten as he rushed to the front door. Quickly opening it, he saw a young teen, about his age and his height smiling back at him.
"Hey Goten. Is Trunks here?" She asked. He gave a quick nod as he moved to the side. As she entered the house she slowly made her way threw the door on a set of crutches and carried on her shoulders a full, jade green backpack.
"Sakura?" The black haired teenaged girl looked over to Goten.
"Yes?" she asked back as he led her to the living room where everyone else was.
He paused for a moment to think of the right words to ask "Why are you on crutches?" he finally asked her. She giggled slightly as they entered the room. The saiyans in the room looked up to see her. Some of them couldn't help but stare at her as she slowly hobbled over to a couch and set her crutches to the floor.
"I fractured my kneecap... And broke my foot..." she replied gently setting the left foot, which laid in a cast, on the floor.
"What did you do? Run in front of a car or something?" Goten asked jokingly. She giggled again placing a black strand of hair behind her ear.
"Not exactly..." she replied pulling off a backpack which she carried on her shoulders.
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Nothing. The king only saw food in the large room which contained cans and wrapped bags of food. He looked around frantically.
"He was here! I could sense it!" the king exclaimed gritting his teeth.
Trunks mentally sighed, "Sir... we all make mistakes. It not something to be all angry about..."
"You don't understand do you?" The king turned to his grandson, emotion was showing threw his eyes... Trunks could see that. "How would you feel if you hadn't seen someone you... cared about leave you, and you would knew that you may never see him or her again? I know that I have a chance to see my son again... And I won't hesitate to find him." The king had practically choked on his own words, but he was giving Trunks the truth. He dearly missed his son. Trunks looked to the ground.
He then spoke up, "Grandpa... My dad should be back with in a week or two. They had left yesterday, but they may call us to check to see how we are doing or something. If he does call, I'll let you talk to him. Don't worry, you will be able to see him again..." Trunks looked to the king's eyes, "I promise." Probably for the first time in his life, King Vegeta gave a small smile. Not a smirk that he would usually give if he was pleased with something, but a true smile.
"Thank you, my grandson."
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Hovering in the air, Goku and Vegeta sighed. Vegeta growled, he was yearning to see his father, to talk to him. But he couldn't just yet. He knew that he should be grateful that Trunks was the only one who knew they had come to check up on them. He was also glad that he could make stuff up to make it sound like the truth... Sure he wasn't happy when it was used against him or Bulma, but during this time he needed it to keep some type of peace with the king and his subjects.
"Kakarot..."
Goku looked at the prince. "Let's get going... I don't want the women to get worried." Vegeta gave a small smirk. Goku also gave a small smile as he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Of course, your highness," the taller saiyan replied as they both vanished.
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Bardock looked out the window smirking. He had just witnessed his son and the saiyan prince leave, not only that, it seemed that they both were... friends. This may have been what Bardock needed to see; so he could believe that his son and grandson along with the prince and his son were truly the best of friends. The way they treated one another was also a dead give-away. Not only that, he could read their could read their thoughts. 'So you both have grown up... It's wonderful that you were able to defeat that evil monster Frieza. The universe is now safe, safe from him and his kind.' He looked over at his grandsons and gave a small smile. His family, he was glad that they cared for him. It seemed to be the only time that he felt happy around his family. But his son... he would be able to see him again when he would come back to check on the boys. Maybe... just MAYBE he would be able to meet him. He looked down, an image of a dark figure flashed in his mind for a second before he snapped his head up gasping. Another vision? No, that's silly! He had been dead for about two decades and he had no visions what so ever. Strange, He thought. Walking to a dark corner of the room watching the boys talk with the new person. And to his surprise, she looked a lot like a saiyan female. He gasped, may be there WERE more survivors than he had thought from the explosion of Vegetasei!
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There's the next chapter for ya. All I ask for is 5 to 10 reviews and I'll update the story again. I know that this chapter was a bit slow... In a way, But I'll do my best to make future chapters a bit better than this. Bye your now. -Takuma