Bulma opened her eyes the next morning; Trunks was sitting on a chair in her room
watching over her. She sat up and looked at him strangely.
"What's the matter, Trunks?" asked Bulma climbing out of her bed.
Trunks shudderd at the thought of such a question; he just couldn't tell Bulma what
happened last night. It would, simply, break her heart; she would be devistated.
Nevertheless, it was his responsibility to tell her, for she'd figure it out soon enough.
"Come on, dear," said Bulma, "You can tell me."
Trunks stood up, "Uh, mom... something happened yesterday... late last night."
"Really?" she asked, "What is that? If anything really bad happened, you could of
stopped it, right?"
"Not this; no," sighed Trunks, "Listen, Vegeta, er, uh, he kind of left last night."
"Where did he go?" asked Bulma not exactly getting it, "Did he go off training? What
Trunks, what?"
"Look, I don't know where he went," Trunks confessed, "But I don't think he'll be
coming back ever."
Bulma looked at the ceiling, thinking for a moment, "So, what you're saying is, that,
Vegeta left last night... for good? Is that it?"
"Uh, yeah," said Trunks bowing his head, "Sorry... there isn't much I can do to stop
him."
Bulma looked from one side of the room to the other, then looked straight foreward at
her son. Her eyes began to water, "Big deal! Nobody liked him much anyway." She turned
around.
Trunks put his hand on her shoulder, "Everything will turn out okay."
*****
Vegeta sat by himself, leaning against a giant, stone boulder. He stared out into the sky,
his black eyes glistened in the sun-light. A cloud moved away, and the bright sun, though,
shined straight into his eyes, causing him to move his head out of the way.
He, then, stared at the brown, dusty ground below him. He scooped up a small clump of
dirt in his gauntleted hands and squeezed at tight clenching his teeth.
"Yes," he said to himself, "This will be so much better; just how I like. Surviving only
on what is around me, and training whenever I want. This is the life."
A vision of the green haired beauty, Bulma, came into his mind. She was smiling at him.
"Oh, get out of my mind you ugly piece of trash!" he shouted, "I don't need to see you
again. I don't like you; no one does."
Vegeta's eyes softened as he thought, though, more of her. She wasn't that ugly,
actually she was quite pretty with her sprakling blue eyes; always so hopeful. She was the
reason, if you think about it, that he was here in the first place. Suddenly, that was the
only thing he could think of.
"This was not a mistake," he whispered, "It wasn't... I don't make wrong choices." He
shook his head, "At least, not often."
*****
Bulma wiped the tears from her eyes and emerged from the bathroom. Trunks was
sitting in the living room, turning to see her. She, of course, didn't take it well. He didn't
think that she would, anyway.
She say down next to Trunks and leaned her head on his shoulder, "Oh, he's really gone.
I didn't realy want him to leave. I do love him, Trunks. I really wish that he would come
back."
Trunks put his arm around Bulma and smiled, "Hey, we'll manage. It's not like our lives
have to end just because my dad is gone. He's just one man, he can't make that much of a
difference in our lives. It's not like he helped out much anyway."
Bulma nodded her head in an unassuring way, "Yes, I guess that's true. But, I enjoyed
his company, I guess. Just made more things lively, I suppose." She closed her eyes, "I
don't know what I mean."
Trunks lifted his depressed mom up off of the couch. She looked at him with wet, teary
eyes, "Be brave, mom." He walked into his room and Bulma just stood there.
In his room, though, Trunks paced the floor; thinking of a way to make Vegeta return,
or, even why he left in the first place. There really wasn't a reason for him to leave, was
there?
'I'm not exactly sure how to get him to return,' he thought, 'But, if I went looking for
him, I might be able to force him to come back.' A sweatdrop appeared on his forehead,
'Yeah, right... like I'd be able to force Vegeta to come back here.'
Bulma, still standing in the same place, heard a knock at the door. She opened the door;
it was Gokou. He had a confused look on his face.
"Um, hi," he said, "Can I talk to you for a second? There's something really wierd going
on, and I need to see if you know anything." Gokou raised an eyebrow, "Have you been
crying?"
Bulma whimpered a little bit, "Yes."
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Gokou scratching his head, "Is there anything that I can do for
you, then?"
"Uh-huh," said chocked, "Make Vegeta come back."
"Vegeta," said Gokou, "That's exactly who I want to talk to you about."
"Do you know where he is?" asked Bulma, her eyes brightening, "If you know, please
tell me. I need to know!"
"Uh, yeah," he said, "He showed up at my house not too long ago. He said that he
needed to stay there. I didn't understand why he would want to stay at my house,
espicially when he doesn't really much like me, so I rode Kin-toin over here to ask you
why he isn't staying here."
"Well, to tell you the truth, I don't know," said Bulma cheering up, now knowing where
Vegeta was, "He just left yesterday; at least, that's what Trunks told me."
"He just left?" asked Gokou.
"Isn't that what I just said?" asked Bulma angerly, "Now, make him come home this
instant, all right?"
"Look, Bulma, I can't force Vegeta to do anything he doesn't want to do," pointed out
Gokou, "But, I think it's best that you talk to him about returning here. I don't really have
a way with him, if you catch my drift."
"I understand," said Bulma looking at the ground, "But, you're giving me a ride there,
okay?"
"You can't fly on Kin-toin, you know that," said Gokou laughing, "So, I can't give you
a ride. I think that it would be best if you gave me a ride in one of you Capsule planes."
Bulma sighed, "Oh, very well, then. Just let me tell Trunks and Bra that I'll be going out
for awhile, okay?"
"Yeah, sure," said Gokou leaning up against a wall, "While you do that, can I get a
snack or something out of your refridgerator. I'm really, very hungry."
"Okay," said Bulma letting herself into her daughters room. She was still asleep, so she
went to Trunks' room next. He was still pacing the grounds.
"There is no more need for worry," said Bulma grinning, "Vegeta is at Gokou's house,
and I'll be going over there to get him to come home."
"Gokou's?" asked Trunks, "Oh, I'm coming with you."
"No, you're staying here to watch your sister," said Bulma, "Is that clear, Trunks?"
"All right," he sighed, "But, make sure you come home with him, okay?"
"I will," said Bulma with a lot of confidence, "He will know the wrath of Bulma."
She closed his door and sighed.
"Okay, Gokou," she said, "We can g-"
Bulma saw Gokou really pigging out on her food. There were wrappers and such all
around him. He laughed nervously.
"I guess I was a little hungrier then I thought I was," he said, "Sorry. I'll buy you some
more food when I get some money, okay?"
Bulma slapped him over his head, "That's the last time I let you eat here again without
supervision. Now, come on, let's go!"
"Uh, right," said Gokou.
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