Blinking a few times, Trunks watched as the blurry surroundings finally took shape. He sat up quickly and looked about him, realizing he'd fallen asleep on his mother's bed. He jumped to his feet and heard the laughing from the other room. Yamucha must have arrived and his mother and him were talking. Why couldn't his mother have married Yamucha? He actually came around the visit. Trunks straightened himself out the best he could, making sure his eyes didn't look red, then walked into th living room.
"Hey, kiddo! How's my favorite nephew doing?" It was a sham, the whole "nephew" thing, but Trunks smiled all the same. Some affection was better than none. He walked across the room and Yamucha rubbed his head, like he always did. Trunks smiled slightly, but crossed his arms over his chest and looked down. "Fine."
Yamucha, noticing something was wrong, looked at Trunks for a moment. Noticing that Trunks wouldn't look up, nor did he want his help, Yamucha finally turned back around.
"Yea, so me and Puara were visiting Kuririn and Marron comes running up with this dinosaur! You should've seen 18's face! They're so overprotective of that girl, they locked her in her room for 2 weeks to make sure that the terodactyl she caught would never get back.
Trunks listened to his mother and Yamucha laugh, but didn't join in, finding their humor to be nothing like his own Quite frankly, he thought the joke wasn't funny in the least. He sat down next to his mother and crossed his legs, indian style, then his arms. Lowering his head slightly, his hair cascaded over his forehead. Yamucha looked at the boy, the scar across his face pushing together slightly as he frowned. He finally slid off the sofa and got on one knee in front of Trunks, leaning his face down so he would be eye level if only he could make the boy look up. Trunks, being as stubborn as his father, still stared at the carpet, well aware of someone standing over him. Finally, Yamucha cleared his throat and Trunks was forced to look up. His stubborn eyes stared straight into Yamucha's. Yamucha, slightly taken back, falls over, then quickly takes a sitting position, rubbing the back of his head with an embarrassed expression. "I uh.. I wanted to ask you something, Trunks."
Trunks still held the expression on his face and let out a small syllable "Yea?" Yamucha smiled slightly and a blush began to overtake his features. "Yea.. well..I uh.. I wanted to ask... uhm.. how you'd feel about me marrying your.. uh.. your mother?" Trunks blinked a few times, then looked at his mom. It was apparent to him that she had known, but she still looked shocked that Yamucha had actually asked him. He looked back at Yamucha, then lowered his eyes slightly. "Vegeta and my mom are still married." His eyes dropped.
Yamucha rubbed his head slightly, then got to his feet and squatted down. "Well, ya see, buddy... She was thinking of divor.." Before Yamucha could say another word, Trunks rose to his feet and looked at his mother. "Divorce?! How could you divorce him without knowing where he.." Trunks stopped mid-sentence as the answer came to him. "You know! You know where dad is, don't you!!" Buruma looked at Trunks, her expression warm.
"I've known where he's been for a very long time, Trunks. I never lost track of him. I just figured, since he left us, you wouldn.." She didn't get to finish her sentence as she watched Trunks grabbed his head and start to shake with fury. He dropped his eyes to the ground and Yamucha and Buruma watched as his hair turned gold and small sparks began to fly out from his body. Trunks looked up and his blue eyes focused on Buruma. "How could you know all this time where my father was and not tell me!!! How could you do this to me?!?!?!" Without waiting for an answer, Trunks looked above him and blew away the roof, then flew through the hole. He could hear the words of Yamucha trailing in his head. One in particular. "Divorce." That was the word that he didn't even let the man get out. He fisted his hands and blew another energy burst, causing him to fly faster. He blast across the desert, his hair blowing in the breeze.
After so many minutes that he couldn't begin to count, he finally stopped his break neck pace, standing still in the air. His breath now came in a pant as he looked to the ground far below him. He looked at his hands and let himself drop the super Saiyin Jin status. His shoulders dropped and his breathing began to calm down as he noted the sun falling in the sky. Suddenly, a familar voice behind him caused him to turn. He eyed the blast behind him and saw the familar black head coming towards him. Within seconds, his friend Goten had stopped in front of him.
"Hey! I saw you blowing by and was wondering why you were in such a hurry.. you looked about ready to blast something." Goten's goofy grin spread over his face. The one that Trunks had seen on Goku's face the same at the World Martial Arts Tournament. That fact only sufficed to make Trunks more angry, but he decided to stop running. He gave a sigh and told Goten what Yamucha had said.
Goten looked slightly confused for a second more, but finally, he looked Trunks in the eyes and hugged him with a laugh. "That's great! I always knew it'd happen! Yamucha's a great guy!"
Trunks burst from the hug, then looked at Goten. "Don't you get it! My mom knows where my dad is and she never told me! That'd be like your mom never telling you your dad is dead!" He watched Goten grimace at that. Trunks felt slightly sorry for bringing it up since it was a sensitive subject, but he was trying to get a point across. Trunks grabbed his young friend by the shoulders and looked him in the eye. "My father has been right where I could find him this entire time and my mother decided not to tell me!"
Goten scratched the top of his head, then looked at Trunks. "I guess I can kind of understand why you're angry, but what about Yamucha? Don't you want him to be your father?"
"Father-in-law..." Trunks corrected.
"Isn't that better than having none at all?"
Trunks sighed slightly and unclenched his hands, forgetting that they had been fisted. He sighed again. "It's not the same, Goten. I want my dad, not Yamucha trying to play as Dad. He's a great guy and all..."
"But he's not Vegeta..." Goten finished, nodding slightly. "Well... I get it now. I mean, if my mom ever remarried, I'd probably feel the same way." Trunks nodded again seeing that Goten finally understood. A sigh escaped him again and he dropped his shoulders. "And my mom used to tell me all the time how she still loved my dad. It doesn't make any sense that she'd want to get remarried if she did..."
"Well maybe.." a familar voice came from behind them. "She's thinking about what's best for you, not for her." Both Goten and Trunks turned to see Gohan flying up behind them. They seperated slightly as Gohan flew up to them. "Hey Goten, mom sent me out to look for you, it's getting dark. And what are you doing here Trunks?"
Trunks gritted his teeth slightly, not wanting to have to explain to Gohan. He liked Gohan, but there's some things you don't tell anyone but your best friend. Before he could say a word, however, Goten spoke up. "I uhm.. asked him if he wanted to come over. I wanted him to spend the night." Goten gave Trunks a thumbs up and Gohan scratched his head slightly. "Well, I guess you can ask mom, but I'm sure she'll say yes. But we better get back, you know how she hates to wait."
All three of them began to fly back as Trunks wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead.