Chapter 24
A day later...
***
It seemed that every thing started to go by so quickly. Trunks had already been to school for the day which seemed to fly by more quickly than he liked. However when he arrived home he found Nappa was about to leave.
"Sir?" asked Trunks as he walked up the saiyan with an ice cream in his hand. He was quickly eating it for it was his first snack since he got home. Nappa turned to the hybrid prince with a shamed look on his face; Trunks gave him a confused expression.
"I have to leave before your father comes back... I don't think I should be around him anymore," he replied placing a set of armor that Bulma had created for the warriors to train in on.
Trunks raised an eyebrow. "What does this have to do with my dad?" he asked inhaling down the ice cream.
Nappa paused as he looked out the window quietly explaining. "He killed me because I failed to kill one of the Z warriors."
"WHAT?!" Trunks almost choked on his ice cream. "Why would he kill a being?! It's a disgrace the warriors code!" Nappa looked at the young prince, his eyes becoming a bit softer.
"If only you knew what your father had done in the past." He looked into the sky as he opened the door. "Under Frieza's rule it was either kill... or be the victim. His hand had killed many lives, as I explained before... mine was taken away too by him. I think it would be best if I kept my distance from the prince." He slowly lifted off into the air about to fly away.
"WAIT!" Trunks yelled, finished with his ice cream. Nappa looked down at the prince. Trunks held his head tight. "Brain freeze..." the warrior had a sweat drop fall from the back of his head but he waited patiently as Trunks head stopped hurting from the ice cream. "It was great to have met you; I hope you come to visit once in a while!" Nappa smirked as he turned from the teen.
"I'll keep it in mind," he replied before flying off to the eastern sky.
**
Trunks had also gotten word from his mother that they were coming back the next morning. This had the prince worried; he knew he would be dead if his parents found the HUGE mess in the house. That's right. After every activity they had done had been left anywhere they dropped it. Luckily he was able to get a maid to clean up the house; this mess would have gotten worse if he was trying to clean it himself.
He didn't want to disturb the maid from her work so he left the house to join Goten and the three other saiyans in town. (THAT'S RIGHT, THE CHAOS IS THE ABOUT TO BEGIN! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)
Goten and Trunks meandered around town as the men followed close behind; they were all bored since they couldn't come back to the house till the maid was finished. Raditz and Goten had planned to play a battle game on the PS2 when they got home; and the strange thing was the game they were going to play was DBZ Budokai2. (An: oO;;;)
Trunks smirked as a brilliant idea came to his brilliant mind. "Goten..."
The teen looked over to Trunks placing his hands in his jean pockets. "Yeah?" he asked.
"Why not use an idea we thought of the first day of our freedom? It is the last day we will not be parentless and Gohan is watching Pan and stuff..."
"Which was..." asked Goten trying to recall the long lost conversation they had in his mind.
"Terrorizing the town," stated the prince with an evil smirk that would make his father proud.
Goten's eyes widened. "NO WAY! I have spent an entire week without causing trouble... I want to gain my parents trust again!" he pouted as his shoulders sank.
Trunks folded his arms, "Well, I'm older and I say we have some fun scaring the crap out of the weaklings," he stated in a very Vegeta-like voice. King Vegeta, Bardock, and Raditz looked at the young prince raising an eyebrow. Was this the very boy who kept them out of temptation of killing off the inhabitance here?
"So... what are you suggesting?" asked Goten.
"First... lets stop by the store to get some hair dye..."
"Hair dye?" the four asked looking at the prince. He nodded, "My plan won't work if the people find out who we REALLY are."
****
It took about an hour for them to change Trunks' hair color and to make it defy gravity with hair gel. Trunks put in some contact lenses that made his blue irises look black; just like a saiyan. And the hairstyle, he looked like a mini Vegeta and King Vegeta but with out the goatee. He had put on an authentic saiyan uniform complete with the gold tipped boots; he didn't go as far as to put the royal saiyan crest on the armor though. Trunks flew up into the air with the other saiyans close behind.
"So your plan is too...?" asked Raditz still trying to get it strait in his head.
Trunks sighed. "I'm going to act like the bad guy. You all have to try and stop me. But you can't harm anyone; maybe a ki blast a few feet away from their position to startle them but that's all."
"And the importance in this is to?" asked Bardock crossing his arms.
Goten cut in, "It's to get in some training and to have a little fun... if you call a future grounding fun," he mumbled.
"Okay, it's all settled. I'll be off!" he exclaimed zooming off before the men's eyes.
The four were left in the air. "So... what do we do now?" asked the king.
"We split up and wait till we hear the people scream. It'll be when we least expect it," stated Goten as he few to a certain part of town. The saiyans shrugged as they too flew down only wanting a good battle to fight.
*****
Okay... I would usually stop right here and say something about the fic being a cliffhanger but I want to finish this story with 25 chapters. This one is 24 if you didn't know already... So... This'll be like two fics in one. Hope you like the second part!
*****
Trunks flew around town gaining strange looks a lot of them had though he was a person in an early Halloween costume. Others shrugged it off; they had seen things like this before in their life so they didn't want to deal with the curiosity. As Trunks was waiting for the perfect moment he saw a familiar face walking down the road. He flew in closer as he reached the unsuspecting person he hid behind him till the perfect moment.
"Boo." Yamcha jumped a mile as Trunks burst out laughing. It seemed that Yamcha hadn't figured out that the person was Trunks or he would have had a friendly smile on his face.
"What do you want, Vegeta," the Z fighter stated as he glared at the hybrid saiyan. It clicked in Trunks' head as he realized the man in front of him didn't recognize him. He smirked; this was going to be fun! Trunks crossed his arms in a Vegeta like manner and deepened his voice to sound like his father's.
"Greeting Weakling. And what makes you think you can use that tone to the prince of all saiyans?" he asked in a very calmed voice. Trunks inwardly snickered; this was way to easy.
"I can say any damn thing I want to! Now if you'll excuse me your HIGHNESS." Trunks frowned; he didn't think Yamcha would respond this way to him. Maybe would be the right time to revile his identity.
"Yamcha?" he asked tapping the warrior's shoulder as he followed him down the sidewalk. The warrior hastily turned around glaring at Trunks.
"What the hell do you want Monkey Boy? Do you want to make my like MORE miserable?!" Trunks were a bit taken back, but he had to let Yamcha know who he was talking too. Trunks gave a smirk as he touched the contact on the eye and pulled it out to revile a blue iris. Yamcha gasped.
"You're eyes are BLUE?!" exclaimed the warrior as he gasped even more. Trunks rolled his eyes and put the lens back in.
"No." He went back to his normal voice. "I'm Trunks." He gave a small smile. Yamcha gasped and mentally kicked himself as he realized what he had just done.
"Don't worry about the comments... I took no offence." Trunks crossed his arms and smirked. Yamcha gave a weak smile.
"So... Why are you looking more like your dad? And the hair, wanted a new style?" he asked the teen.
Trunks shook his head, "Nah. I wanted to look more saiyan... which reminds me!" His eyes became dead serious. "My grandfather, Goten's grandfather and uncle will be going through a training session here in town. So don't mind us; we'll be careful." Yamcha nodded.
"I should get going. My reign of terror is about to begin." He smirked as he flew off into the city. Yamcha just watched as he flew off.
****
A loud boom could be heard across town as an explosion went off, or more like a ki blast. Trunks were truly acting like the evil villain as he threw ki blasts at people just barely missing them. They all screamed for their lives. The first to arrive at the scene was Raditz as he saw Trunks creating a new ki blast to send to a civilian. Raditz created his own blast hitting Trunks dead on. The damage was practically nothing. Only a small burn mark was created. The prince looked up as he saw Raditz smirking at him with another ki blast at hand.
"So it's about time you showed," he stated walking up to the saiyan. Raditz stood firm; Trunks stood right before him before stating, "This will be the training session that will help you step closer to being a super saiyan." He powered up and started to send blasts to the saiyan as he took the hits hoping to get stronger from his injuries.
****
Goten, Bardock, and King Vegeta soon made it to find Raditz being beaten up pretty good. It wasn't a nice site since the saiyan's blood fell from his wounds. Both men looked to Goten, "Will you assist us?" questioned Bardock hopeful he would answer yes, but the odds were against him. Goten shook his head.
"I shouldn't right now... this is a training session... and this will help you to get even stronger. I'll give you my help when it's desperately needed.
Both saiyan men nodded as they powered up and went to help out Raditz. I was incredible for Goten to see the saiyans help each other out. He knew Vegeta would be stubborn to fight along with someone, but that was when Goten was very young. He slightly smiled before he too powered up and helped the elder saiyans fight.
****
On the boat, a news crew was reporting about this live story and to the teens luck the story reached the TV stations on the cruise ships their parents were on. Both women were sighing.
"How did I know this was going to happen?" asked Bulma as she pulled some hair away from her face.
"They're our boys; we've known their ways for years! Something like this was bound to happen when we left them alone," stated Chichi as she began to pull up her hair into a bun.
"Well, Trunks' isn't getting away with this! He's in the grounding of his LIFE! Just look at his hair!" Bulma sunk to the floor.
Vegeta glared at his wife, "And what is wrong with his hair? I happen to like it! He looks like a true saiyan warrior that way!"
"That's because the hair style is JUST LIKE YOURS!" she stormed out of the room.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, "I better go after her before she does something stupid..." The saiyan prince left the room leaving Chichi and Goku to watch the TV.
*** Okay, this is the second to the last chapter. I will be writing a sequel to this fic during the holidays. I hope it'll have better chapters in it. I do apologize for the last few chapters, I had writer's block and I had hoped to make all of the chapters with a little humor in them. Anyways, it's late and I have to get going... Next chapter, Parents come home! oO; Till next time.
-Takuma
It seemed that every thing started to go by so quickly. Trunks had already been to school for the day which seemed to fly by more quickly than he liked. However when he arrived home he found Nappa was about to leave.
"Sir?" asked Trunks as he walked up the saiyan with an ice cream in his hand. He was quickly eating it for it was his first snack since he got home. Nappa turned to the hybrid prince with a shamed look on his face; Trunks gave him a confused expression.
"I have to leave before your father comes back... I don't think I should be around him anymore," he replied placing a set of armor that Bulma had created for the warriors to train in on.
Trunks raised an eyebrow. "What does this have to do with my dad?" he asked inhaling down the ice cream.
Nappa paused as he looked out the window quietly explaining. "He killed me because I failed to kill one of the Z warriors."
"WHAT?!" Trunks almost choked on his ice cream. "Why would he kill a being?! It's a disgrace the warriors code!" Nappa looked at the young prince, his eyes becoming a bit softer.
"If only you knew what your father had done in the past." He looked into the sky as he opened the door. "Under Frieza's rule it was either kill... or be the victim. His hand had killed many lives, as I explained before... mine was taken away too by him. I think it would be best if I kept my distance from the prince." He slowly lifted off into the air about to fly away.
"WAIT!" Trunks yelled, finished with his ice cream. Nappa looked down at the prince. Trunks held his head tight. "Brain freeze..." the warrior had a sweat drop fall from the back of his head but he waited patiently as Trunks head stopped hurting from the ice cream. "It was great to have met you; I hope you come to visit once in a while!" Nappa smirked as he turned from the teen.
"I'll keep it in mind," he replied before flying off to the eastern sky.
**
Trunks had also gotten word from his mother that they were coming back the next morning. This had the prince worried; he knew he would be dead if his parents found the HUGE mess in the house. That's right. After every activity they had done had been left anywhere they dropped it. Luckily he was able to get a maid to clean up the house; this mess would have gotten worse if he was trying to clean it himself.
He didn't want to disturb the maid from her work so he left the house to join Goten and the three other saiyans in town. (THAT'S RIGHT, THE CHAOS IS THE ABOUT TO BEGIN! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)
Goten and Trunks meandered around town as the men followed close behind; they were all bored since they couldn't come back to the house till the maid was finished. Raditz and Goten had planned to play a battle game on the PS2 when they got home; and the strange thing was the game they were going to play was DBZ Budokai2. (An: oO;;;)
Trunks smirked as a brilliant idea came to his brilliant mind. "Goten..."
The teen looked over to Trunks placing his hands in his jean pockets. "Yeah?" he asked.
"Why not use an idea we thought of the first day of our freedom? It is the last day we will not be parentless and Gohan is watching Pan and stuff..."
"Which was..." asked Goten trying to recall the long lost conversation they had in his mind.
"Terrorizing the town," stated the prince with an evil smirk that would make his father proud.
Goten's eyes widened. "NO WAY! I have spent an entire week without causing trouble... I want to gain my parents trust again!" he pouted as his shoulders sank.
Trunks folded his arms, "Well, I'm older and I say we have some fun scaring the crap out of the weaklings," he stated in a very Vegeta-like voice. King Vegeta, Bardock, and Raditz looked at the young prince raising an eyebrow. Was this the very boy who kept them out of temptation of killing off the inhabitance here?
"So... what are you suggesting?" asked Goten.
"First... lets stop by the store to get some hair dye..."
"Hair dye?" the four asked looking at the prince. He nodded, "My plan won't work if the people find out who we REALLY are."
****
It took about an hour for them to change Trunks' hair color and to make it defy gravity with hair gel. Trunks put in some contact lenses that made his blue irises look black; just like a saiyan. And the hairstyle, he looked like a mini Vegeta and King Vegeta but with out the goatee. He had put on an authentic saiyan uniform complete with the gold tipped boots; he didn't go as far as to put the royal saiyan crest on the armor though. Trunks flew up into the air with the other saiyans close behind.
"So your plan is too...?" asked Raditz still trying to get it strait in his head.
Trunks sighed. "I'm going to act like the bad guy. You all have to try and stop me. But you can't harm anyone; maybe a ki blast a few feet away from their position to startle them but that's all."
"And the importance in this is to?" asked Bardock crossing his arms.
Goten cut in, "It's to get in some training and to have a little fun... if you call a future grounding fun," he mumbled.
"Okay, it's all settled. I'll be off!" he exclaimed zooming off before the men's eyes.
The four were left in the air. "So... what do we do now?" asked the king.
"We split up and wait till we hear the people scream. It'll be when we least expect it," stated Goten as he few to a certain part of town. The saiyans shrugged as they too flew down only wanting a good battle to fight.
*****
Okay... I would usually stop right here and say something about the fic being a cliffhanger but I want to finish this story with 25 chapters. This one is 24 if you didn't know already... So... This'll be like two fics in one. Hope you like the second part!
*****
Trunks flew around town gaining strange looks a lot of them had though he was a person in an early Halloween costume. Others shrugged it off; they had seen things like this before in their life so they didn't want to deal with the curiosity. As Trunks was waiting for the perfect moment he saw a familiar face walking down the road. He flew in closer as he reached the unsuspecting person he hid behind him till the perfect moment.
"Boo." Yamcha jumped a mile as Trunks burst out laughing. It seemed that Yamcha hadn't figured out that the person was Trunks or he would have had a friendly smile on his face.
"What do you want, Vegeta," the Z fighter stated as he glared at the hybrid saiyan. It clicked in Trunks' head as he realized the man in front of him didn't recognize him. He smirked; this was going to be fun! Trunks crossed his arms in a Vegeta like manner and deepened his voice to sound like his father's.
"Greeting Weakling. And what makes you think you can use that tone to the prince of all saiyans?" he asked in a very calmed voice. Trunks inwardly snickered; this was way to easy.
"I can say any damn thing I want to! Now if you'll excuse me your HIGHNESS." Trunks frowned; he didn't think Yamcha would respond this way to him. Maybe would be the right time to revile his identity.
"Yamcha?" he asked tapping the warrior's shoulder as he followed him down the sidewalk. The warrior hastily turned around glaring at Trunks.
"What the hell do you want Monkey Boy? Do you want to make my like MORE miserable?!" Trunks were a bit taken back, but he had to let Yamcha know who he was talking too. Trunks gave a smirk as he touched the contact on the eye and pulled it out to revile a blue iris. Yamcha gasped.
"You're eyes are BLUE?!" exclaimed the warrior as he gasped even more. Trunks rolled his eyes and put the lens back in.
"No." He went back to his normal voice. "I'm Trunks." He gave a small smile. Yamcha gasped and mentally kicked himself as he realized what he had just done.
"Don't worry about the comments... I took no offence." Trunks crossed his arms and smirked. Yamcha gave a weak smile.
"So... Why are you looking more like your dad? And the hair, wanted a new style?" he asked the teen.
Trunks shook his head, "Nah. I wanted to look more saiyan... which reminds me!" His eyes became dead serious. "My grandfather, Goten's grandfather and uncle will be going through a training session here in town. So don't mind us; we'll be careful." Yamcha nodded.
"I should get going. My reign of terror is about to begin." He smirked as he flew off into the city. Yamcha just watched as he flew off.
****
A loud boom could be heard across town as an explosion went off, or more like a ki blast. Trunks were truly acting like the evil villain as he threw ki blasts at people just barely missing them. They all screamed for their lives. The first to arrive at the scene was Raditz as he saw Trunks creating a new ki blast to send to a civilian. Raditz created his own blast hitting Trunks dead on. The damage was practically nothing. Only a small burn mark was created. The prince looked up as he saw Raditz smirking at him with another ki blast at hand.
"So it's about time you showed," he stated walking up to the saiyan. Raditz stood firm; Trunks stood right before him before stating, "This will be the training session that will help you step closer to being a super saiyan." He powered up and started to send blasts to the saiyan as he took the hits hoping to get stronger from his injuries.
****
Goten, Bardock, and King Vegeta soon made it to find Raditz being beaten up pretty good. It wasn't a nice site since the saiyan's blood fell from his wounds. Both men looked to Goten, "Will you assist us?" questioned Bardock hopeful he would answer yes, but the odds were against him. Goten shook his head.
"I shouldn't right now... this is a training session... and this will help you to get even stronger. I'll give you my help when it's desperately needed.
Both saiyan men nodded as they powered up and went to help out Raditz. I was incredible for Goten to see the saiyans help each other out. He knew Vegeta would be stubborn to fight along with someone, but that was when Goten was very young. He slightly smiled before he too powered up and helped the elder saiyans fight.
****
On the boat, a news crew was reporting about this live story and to the teens luck the story reached the TV stations on the cruise ships their parents were on. Both women were sighing.
"How did I know this was going to happen?" asked Bulma as she pulled some hair away from her face.
"They're our boys; we've known their ways for years! Something like this was bound to happen when we left them alone," stated Chichi as she began to pull up her hair into a bun.
"Well, Trunks' isn't getting away with this! He's in the grounding of his LIFE! Just look at his hair!" Bulma sunk to the floor.
Vegeta glared at his wife, "And what is wrong with his hair? I happen to like it! He looks like a true saiyan warrior that way!"
"That's because the hair style is JUST LIKE YOURS!" she stormed out of the room.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, "I better go after her before she does something stupid..." The saiyan prince left the room leaving Chichi and Goku to watch the TV.
*** Okay, this is the second to the last chapter. I will be writing a sequel to this fic during the holidays. I hope it'll have better chapters in it. I do apologize for the last few chapters, I had writer's block and I had hoped to make all of the chapters with a little humor in them. Anyways, it's late and I have to get going... Next chapter, Parents come home! oO; Till next time.
-Takuma