Author: Christine Tarrant (Tenko)
Title: Incidents
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Ain't that a shame? I've tried
talking to Akira Toriyama about it, but he just refuses.
Author Notes: Uhhh,
when I say 'never has threatened my life since he came to stay with us' that
excludes the lil "STOP THAT OR I'LL BLAST YOU ALL!" thing, k? Good.
Sorry that this most likely sucks, I was trying to write this during a writers
block! -_-' I'll babble no longer! Happy memorials day weekend everyone
(5/27/01)!
Wow, aren't those happy A/N from the day I wrote this fic
(more or less)? Anyhoo, THIS is the
rewritten version of Incidents. After
I reread it to myself a few times, I realized that, hey this was my second fic
that I've posted, and it sucks! What
the hell was I thinking when I did this?!
Well, I've learned a lot about writing since then! ^!^ Anyhow, umm...maybe it'll be better now...
:| Oh and...uhhh...errrr, I'm not sure
if this counts as romance or not. =\ (Chapter 2 is the ORIGINAL version if
you'd like to read that for some ungodly reason.)
Mirai
Trunks was standing in the kitchen of Capsule Corp., staring out the
window. 'It's so different; Capsule
Corp. is alive and everything is...it sure as hell isn't a crumbling wreck like
in my time,' he thought wearily.
He smiled wryly to himself as he
thought about how similar his two moms were--as strange as that was to
say. His thoughts quickly turned back
to his father; Vegeta. 'How could anyone be so stubborn? So arrogant? He's
the proudest person I've ever met and most likely the stupidest.' Just as
Trunks' anger was beginning to boil, Bulma walked into the kitchen.
"Oh,
hi Trunks! Can't sleep?" she
inquired as she yawned. She glanced at the clock noticing that it was 1:24
A.M. She instinctively became worried
that something might be wrong with her handsome son from the future. Trunks noticed the worried look on her face,
"Hey Mom, I can't sleep with Cell out there but it's nothing to be worried
about."
Trunks
flashed her a weak smile, but she didn't buy it.
"Thinking
about your dad?"
"...Yes...Hey,
how did you know?"
"Mother's
intuition, Dear."
"Uh-huh...Umm,
do you think I could ask you some things...about Dad? My mother--the other one--doesn't say much about him."
"Trunks,
you can ask me anything! Although, I'm not sure if there's much to
tell..."
"That's
always reassuring..."
"Yes,
actually it is and don't be smart with me, Trunks Briefs! You may almost be my
age, but I'm still your mother and you're living under my roof right at the
moment! Anyway, what do you want to know?" Trunks chuckled at his mother's
antics. It was good having at least one
person in this messed up world to talk to--even if it was his mother.
"Well,
does he really...care about you...us; as in the, you know, smaller me?"
Bulma
sighed, "Hmmm, I bet the older me has told you this before, but he's a
tough guy to figure out. Trunks dear, I don't really think you'd be here if he
didn't care for me and he wouldn't be around if he didn't care...or at least
tolerate us. Vegeta has never once said
he loved me, he always says I put too much into words--" she paused to
laugh and noticed Trunks was slightly blushing, "--but he finds ways to
show me; as rare as those moments are.
I know, it's old news that you've heard so many times before. Trunks, he
does care, he'll just never admit it.
You wouldn't think, but he can be the sweetest guy! He's never once threatened my life since he came
to stay with us and I consider that improvement! He stopped scaring the delivery
boys, too." the two shared a laugh.
Sure, that was all good and nice, but something was still bugging him
since it took place.
"Mom,
I have to know one thing; Why didn't he try to save you and chibi-me from the
energy wave Dr. Gero sent out?" Trunks asked bluntly. Just thinking about that incident made his
skin crawl.
"Hmmm,
well I asked him about that and he said, "That damned android was more
important, you insignificant baka!" Trunks looked like someone had hit
with a brick...a very, very big brick...
"Which
translates to; I was too distracted by the situation at hand, I'm sorry,"
Bulma added swiftly. It was true...she'd learned to read between the lines with
Vegeta. There weren't too many things he could hide from her. However, she
always knew he was hiding something from her, but she couldn't figure it out
just yet. It was like he still wasn't
ready to give himself completely to their small, slightly dysfunctional family.
Trunks gave her a funny but relieved
look.
"I bet
you're also wondering exactly why I didn't stay with Yamcha, or did the future
me tell you?" Trunks considered this; he knew Yamcha had found someone
else, but he really didn't know the details.
"She
kind of told me...in a very vague way."
Bulma
nodded and took a deep breath, "You see, all of my friends kept saying he
was cheating on me but he never did. Actually,
he was jealous that I had a dream about your father right after you first
came." she smiled at her son who was looking quite confused. "The
reason I broke up with Yamcha was because he found someone else and he felt
that I was falling for your father...which was partly true. Actually, he broke up with me, come to think
of it! After Yamcha, I was opted to
have Vegeta (^!~).
"You know me, I go for the bad
boy look," she winked at Trunks who was looking very uneasy. "You
can't blame him for being so cold in public. He's been through a lot. He'll show you he cares, sometime he
will."
Trunks felt
at ease with this newfound information.
His dad surely was something else...
"Have I been to...I don't know; stressful about the power of
the androids? Is that was drives him to
go and get his ass kicked by them?" Bulma could only laugh.
"It's
his honor that keeps him going and I admire that. He wants to live up to his ancestors and makeup for being a toy
of Frieza. It must be a bitch to know
that you once had a planet of people of that loved and worshiped you and then
have them all ripped away. He regrets not stopping Frieza's blast and saving
his planet--or his father. I also think
that he's just mad that he turned out the way he did. Besides, he's a prince; he has to act like the world's not good
enough for him," Bulma paused and then grinned.
"We seem a lot different,
don't we? My room was always a mess and
I could sleep for hours past when I should've be up. I was a really lazy genius.
Not him though, he was always neat.
The room he used was always kept perfectly neat and without any personal
things to show that it was his room...or maybe he bribed the work bots...I
dunno. He was never lazy, always
training.
"We really are the same
though, when it comes down to it. When
have I ever showed any emotion for him in public?" Bulma finished
speaking, leaving Trunks to absorb what he had just heard.
"You
do seem a lot different, but a lot alike, too...In my time, it was only a
passion sort of thing and you guys didn't stay together that long..."
Trunks really didn't want to say this to his mom, but nonetheless... "I
haven't really seen you guys together in public that much..."
"Really?
We only stayed together for a little
while, huh? Well, things have changed
and he's stuck with me whether he likes it or not. Besides, the man would die without me and Capsule Corp. There
would be no gravity room without us and I know your father couldn't live
without that. He's a jerk, but I like
him anyway." Bulma felt that her
son was feeling better now...and she was right, he was.
"It
was really great to meet him even though he did try to keep me from stopping
Cell..." Trunks trailed off realizing his mom didn't know...or did she, he
wasn't sure. Bulma's eyes narrowed as
anger flashed over her features.
"Yes,
I heard about that and I also talked to him about it. Hmph, that's why he's not here right at the
moment. I told him to go train
somewhere else because as long as he's going to be attacking MY son, he's not
welcome here. He really can be an
inconsiderate jerk, letting Cell absorb that other android. If this world comes to end in three days, he
can listen to me bitch at him for the rest of eternity. Come to think of it, I can bitch at Krillin
for destroying the remote that I spent days slaving over! Inconsiderate pigs..." Trunks face was mask of indifference making
it impossible for Bulma to read.
"It's
best not to worry about it, Trunks. I'm sorry though, that he would have the
nerve to attack you. You had no choice
but to fight back," Bulma folded her arms and rested her head on them.
Trunks looked at the clock that oddly resembled Scratch, Dr. Brief's cat; 2:03
AM. Trunks hadn't realized they'd been
talking for nearly an hour. He was
really starting to get tired and he only had three days left to train.
"You
should get some sleep, you only have three days left before the big
match," Bulma said tiredly. She knew she wasn't going to get much sleep
now that her mind was on Vegeta. Trunks
ran his hand through his lavender hair.
"Yeah,
I should and so should you. Don't you
still have to fix Android 16?" he said the last two words slowly hoping
his hatred wouldn't show...too much. Bulma
frowned at him.
"Not
all Androids are that bad! 16's one of the good guys, it's Cell we have to
worry about. Hey Trunks, in case I
forget to tell you this: Be careful."
"Hey,
you know I will."
"Uh-huh,"
through a monitor in Bulma's robe a wailing sound could be heard.
"What's
a mother to do? I have two sons up at this hour! Chi-Chi would flip if she
found out," Bulma said with a smile as she dragged herself out of her
chair and padded up the stairs to baby Trunks room. Trunks chuckled to himself and looked out at the window once
again...just in time to see a shadowy figure land outside. Trunks knew who it was but he turned off the
lights and went to the guestroom he was inhabiting anyhow. As he was setting his alarm clock he heard
someone walking up the stairs to baby Trunks' room. Little Trunks' room happened to be on the other side of a thin
wall making his parents voices audible.
"I
thought I said you weren't welcomed here," came his mother's muffled voice.
"Hmph,
you said 'until you are ready to apologize to me for what you did, you aren't
welcomed here'," his father growled.
"Oh, I
didn't know you listened to me that--" his mothers words were cut short. A few moments later Trunks heard his mother
say, "Apology accepted."
