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Saiyan Princess
"Come back soon, Papa," begged Trunks, clinging to his father's pant leg.
"I'll be back as soon as the Agrians are defeated," promised Vegeta, prying his little son from his leg.
"Bye-bye," Trunks said sadly as Vegeta boarded the space ship.
Servants lead Trunks back to the palace and gave him a snack.
"What a brave boy," murmured a maid, petting the boy's soft hair.
During the next few days, Trunks went riding on Heladon Dragons, went for walks in the large indoor garden, swam in the heated pools, and was well pampered by King Nonignis and the servants. One day, while he was eating breakfast, he heard hushed voices outside. They sounded serious. After several moments, King Nonignis and some of his advisors entered. The king smiled sadly at the boy. Trunks bowed.
"My dear boy," began Nonignis, "I'm afraid we have some unfortunate news."
"What happened?" Trunks asked, getting nervous.
"The Agrians were defeated, however, your father was injured."
"Is he okay?" asked Trunks softly.
There was a an uncomfortable pause and the boy's blue eyes began to fill with tears.
"Don't worry," rushed Nonignis, "our ship is bringing your father here as we speak. We'll make sure he has the best doctors in all of Fridga."
"He'll come soon, right?"
"Of course. Any hour now."
The Rescue Ship soon landed and Vegeta was rushed into the palace's medical facilities. For what seemed like an eternity, Trunks had to wait to see his father. Finally, a nurse led him into Vegeta's large healing room. Vegeta was laying in a comfortable bed.
"Papa!" cried Trunks, galloping to the bedside.
"Hush," a nurse scolded, "your father needs peace and quiet."
Vegeta smiled weakly at his son.
"Papa, are you going to be alright?" asked Trunks tearfully.
"I'll be just fine. It takes more than a few Agrians to keep me down. You should know that," he told his son wearily.
The nurse left the two alone. Trunks clambered up onto the bed and snuggled up against his father. He wasn't sure when he fell asleep, but when he awoke he could hear doctors at the foot of the bed. Trunks lay still.
"His condition is more stable now, but we'll need to keep a close eye on him. There could be complications," warned the older voice.
"His injuries aren't that serious, are they?"asked the younger.
"The spear-wound in his side is deep. Plus, he suffered severe hypothermia after falling unconscious and damaged on our moon."
"What would have happened to the boy had he died?"
"Prince Vegeta mentioned that the boy has a mother on Earth. You probably haven't heard of it. It's a very small planet."
The doctors left.
A mother? Trunks thought, I have a mother? He turned to his father to question him, but Vegeta was still asleep.
Several hours later, Trunks woke again. This time, he decided to wake his father.
"Papa," Trunks whispered, "Papa, Papa, Papa."
Vegeta didn't wake up.
"Papa," Trunks whined and began to shake his father.
Vegeta still wouldn't awake and Trunks was getting frightened.
"Papa, please," he whimpered.
He sobbed until a doctor entered the room.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Papa!" the boy wailed.
"He'll be unconscious for awhile, but don't worry," the doctor said soothingly. "It must be time for your dinner," she added.
Vegeta didn't wasn't fully conscious for another Fridgan Moon. His condition varied so much during that period that Trunks forgot all about his mother, or dismissed it as a dream. Nonignis was a frequent visitor, and was deeply worried about his mercenary's health. When Vegeta recovered, he offered him an enormous space ship and supplies.
"Trunks, time to go," called the nearly-healed Vegeta.
His son soon appeared and hurried beside Vegeta.
"You'll be welcomed back whenever you wish," promised Nonignis.
He grinned at Trunks.
"Grow up to strong like your father."
"Okay."
Nonignis watched them leave with regret.
Saiyan Princess
"Come back soon, Papa," begged Trunks, clinging to his father's pant leg.
"I'll be back as soon as the Agrians are defeated," promised Vegeta, prying his little son from his leg.
"Bye-bye," Trunks said sadly as Vegeta boarded the space ship.
Servants lead Trunks back to the palace and gave him a snack.
"What a brave boy," murmured a maid, petting the boy's soft hair.
During the next few days, Trunks went riding on Heladon Dragons, went for walks in the large indoor garden, swam in the heated pools, and was well pampered by King Nonignis and the servants. One day, while he was eating breakfast, he heard hushed voices outside. They sounded serious. After several moments, King Nonignis and some of his advisors entered. The king smiled sadly at the boy. Trunks bowed.
"My dear boy," began Nonignis, "I'm afraid we have some unfortunate news."
"What happened?" Trunks asked, getting nervous.
"The Agrians were defeated, however, your father was injured."
"Is he okay?" asked Trunks softly.
There was a an uncomfortable pause and the boy's blue eyes began to fill with tears.
"Don't worry," rushed Nonignis, "our ship is bringing your father here as we speak. We'll make sure he has the best doctors in all of Fridga."
"He'll come soon, right?"
"Of course. Any hour now."
The Rescue Ship soon landed and Vegeta was rushed into the palace's medical facilities. For what seemed like an eternity, Trunks had to wait to see his father. Finally, a nurse led him into Vegeta's large healing room. Vegeta was laying in a comfortable bed.
"Papa!" cried Trunks, galloping to the bedside.
"Hush," a nurse scolded, "your father needs peace and quiet."
Vegeta smiled weakly at his son.
"Papa, are you going to be alright?" asked Trunks tearfully.
"I'll be just fine. It takes more than a few Agrians to keep me down. You should know that," he told his son wearily.
The nurse left the two alone. Trunks clambered up onto the bed and snuggled up against his father. He wasn't sure when he fell asleep, but when he awoke he could hear doctors at the foot of the bed. Trunks lay still.
"His condition is more stable now, but we'll need to keep a close eye on him. There could be complications," warned the older voice.
"His injuries aren't that serious, are they?"asked the younger.
"The spear-wound in his side is deep. Plus, he suffered severe hypothermia after falling unconscious and damaged on our moon."
"What would have happened to the boy had he died?"
"Prince Vegeta mentioned that the boy has a mother on Earth. You probably haven't heard of it. It's a very small planet."
The doctors left.
A mother? Trunks thought, I have a mother? He turned to his father to question him, but Vegeta was still asleep.
Several hours later, Trunks woke again. This time, he decided to wake his father.
"Papa," Trunks whispered, "Papa, Papa, Papa."
Vegeta didn't wake up.
"Papa," Trunks whined and began to shake his father.
Vegeta still wouldn't awake and Trunks was getting frightened.
"Papa, please," he whimpered.
He sobbed until a doctor entered the room.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Papa!" the boy wailed.
"He'll be unconscious for awhile, but don't worry," the doctor said soothingly. "It must be time for your dinner," she added.
Vegeta didn't wasn't fully conscious for another Fridgan Moon. His condition varied so much during that period that Trunks forgot all about his mother, or dismissed it as a dream. Nonignis was a frequent visitor, and was deeply worried about his mercenary's health. When Vegeta recovered, he offered him an enormous space ship and supplies.
"Trunks, time to go," called the nearly-healed Vegeta.
His son soon appeared and hurried beside Vegeta.
"You'll be welcomed back whenever you wish," promised Nonignis.
He grinned at Trunks.
"Grow up to strong like your father."
"Okay."
Nonignis watched them leave with regret.