Trunks growled loudly, throwing a punch at an invisible target. He was frustrated at the current happenings around his house. Plus, he didn't trust that girl a bit. Not only did she want info a man dead for 9 years, she could also meet him punch for punch, which was very questionable. "With a little training…" Trunks thought, but quickly dismissed it. That was totally out of the question.
He flew to the door of the gravity room, and threw open the door. He paced down the endless halls, until he was at the lab entrance.
" Name and password please." The security system computer asked.
" Trunks Vegeta Briefs." Trunks stated impatiently. "Now let me in, unless you want to end up a toaster."
"Yes sir!" The computer chirped happily. The doors slid open, and in went Trunks.
"MOM!!!" He bellowed, turning a corner of the massive lab. "Did you get any info on the girl?"
He stopped, as he found his mother slumped against the computer desk.
"Mom?" He asked, this time quietly.
She didn't answer, only continued to stare at the results on the screen. She sat up with a face between shocked, scared and amazed.
"Trunks." She said dazedly. "What we have here.." She pointed to the analyzed blood results, "Is a genuine, indisputable quarter Saiyajin."
Erratic breaths forced themselves out of Trunk's chest. He became acutely aware of the drops of sweat on his forehead, and the numbness of his legs. When was the last time he had let himself have a mental breakdown? When Gohan died. So why was this such a big deal?
Maybe because the Saiyajin race has been dead for 50 years…
His head screamed at him. "Shut up!" Trunks spoke roughly to his mind.
Or maybe you are over reacting because there is no possible way that anyone could have Saiyajin blood in them unless you were doing a little hard pumpin, or your mother's been hiding something from you…
"Shut up!" Trunks said again gripping his head.
His muscles felt cramped, and his nerves were jumbled. He had never felt so out of control in his life.
"Mom." He asked, feeling like a scared 3 year old. His mother had an answer. His mom knew everything.
"I,I….I don't know what to say…to you Trunks…" Bulma said tiredly, rubbing her eyes. Trunks saw briefly the lines of worry in her forehead. But in a second, they were gone, overshadowed by a tumble of aqua hair.
"How? How is this possible.?" Trunks asked sounding rather deranged. *This is insane!* His sensible sub consciousness yelled for the billionth time.
" I don't know, Trunks!" Bulma said eyes flashing. "I don't know!" She lay her head into her hands. " I never thought I'd have to deal with any of this crap…since your father died."
Trunks sighed, feeling awkward, not knowing what to say.
"Where is she?" He asked, his face a masked grimace. Bulma looked at him, his father's face on the other side of the color wheel.
"She is wandering around." Bulma said, fingering a wisp of hair thoughtfully, although she was stressed. "I didn't think she would steal anything."
Trunks ran his hand through his hair, thinking. "What should I say to her? Do you think she knows?"
"Trunks, her father can only be one of four people: Vegeta, Goku, Gohan…or you, which is highly unlikely." She lifted her eyebrows at him
"Mom! She isn't mine, I will tell you that. I'm too young to have spawned her." He stared wide eyed at his mother.
"Hmmm…yes. You are right." She turned back to the analyzed blood readouts. "She is about 16 or so…"
Trunks laughed lightly. "She is probably dad's…" he thought wryly.
"I will go find her mom." He stated heading towards the door. Bulma spun to face him, still in her swively chair.
"Don't scare her, Trunks. You already knocked her out today, and likely she is confused as you are."
Trunks nodded. He was confused. What was he feeling? Anger? Sadness?
Excitement….?
He flew to the door of the gravity room, and threw open the door. He paced down the endless halls, until he was at the lab entrance.
" Name and password please." The security system computer asked.
" Trunks Vegeta Briefs." Trunks stated impatiently. "Now let me in, unless you want to end up a toaster."
"Yes sir!" The computer chirped happily. The doors slid open, and in went Trunks.
"MOM!!!" He bellowed, turning a corner of the massive lab. "Did you get any info on the girl?"
He stopped, as he found his mother slumped against the computer desk.
"Mom?" He asked, this time quietly.
She didn't answer, only continued to stare at the results on the screen. She sat up with a face between shocked, scared and amazed.
"Trunks." She said dazedly. "What we have here.." She pointed to the analyzed blood results, "Is a genuine, indisputable quarter Saiyajin."
Erratic breaths forced themselves out of Trunk's chest. He became acutely aware of the drops of sweat on his forehead, and the numbness of his legs. When was the last time he had let himself have a mental breakdown? When Gohan died. So why was this such a big deal?
Maybe because the Saiyajin race has been dead for 50 years…
His head screamed at him. "Shut up!" Trunks spoke roughly to his mind.
Or maybe you are over reacting because there is no possible way that anyone could have Saiyajin blood in them unless you were doing a little hard pumpin, or your mother's been hiding something from you…
"Shut up!" Trunks said again gripping his head.
His muscles felt cramped, and his nerves were jumbled. He had never felt so out of control in his life.
"Mom." He asked, feeling like a scared 3 year old. His mother had an answer. His mom knew everything.
"I,I….I don't know what to say…to you Trunks…" Bulma said tiredly, rubbing her eyes. Trunks saw briefly the lines of worry in her forehead. But in a second, they were gone, overshadowed by a tumble of aqua hair.
"How? How is this possible.?" Trunks asked sounding rather deranged. *This is insane!* His sensible sub consciousness yelled for the billionth time.
" I don't know, Trunks!" Bulma said eyes flashing. "I don't know!" She lay her head into her hands. " I never thought I'd have to deal with any of this crap…since your father died."
Trunks sighed, feeling awkward, not knowing what to say.
"Where is she?" He asked, his face a masked grimace. Bulma looked at him, his father's face on the other side of the color wheel.
"She is wandering around." Bulma said, fingering a wisp of hair thoughtfully, although she was stressed. "I didn't think she would steal anything."
Trunks ran his hand through his hair, thinking. "What should I say to her? Do you think she knows?"
"Trunks, her father can only be one of four people: Vegeta, Goku, Gohan…or you, which is highly unlikely." She lifted her eyebrows at him
"Mom! She isn't mine, I will tell you that. I'm too young to have spawned her." He stared wide eyed at his mother.
"Hmmm…yes. You are right." She turned back to the analyzed blood readouts. "She is about 16 or so…"
Trunks laughed lightly. "She is probably dad's…" he thought wryly.
"I will go find her mom." He stated heading towards the door. Bulma spun to face him, still in her swively chair.
"Don't scare her, Trunks. You already knocked her out today, and likely she is confused as you are."
Trunks nodded. He was confused. What was he feeling? Anger? Sadness?
Excitement….?