Disclaimer: No, I haven't suddenly mutated into Akira Toriyama, and they still don't belong to me.

Ch. 2

They flew in silence: they always did. Trunks could rarely think of anything to say to his taciturn father. Not that he ever got a reply. Anyway, he still wasn't sure whether he was in trouble or not. He'd been so sure that Vejiita would go ape-shit that the sight of his familiar smirk had completely thrown him. But, then again, he really didn't know his father well enough to predict his behaviour. No-one did, really, not even Goku.

Trunks risked a glance at his father: he looked pissed off - but that was nothing new.

They where nearing Capsule Corporation by now, where they still lived, despite his mother's death, at his grandparents insistence.

//It's not fair//

Trunks was aware that this was the second time in one day that his thoughts had followed this path.

//My dad looses his temper on a regular basis, sometimes with spectacular results, I'm his son, no matter how hard he tries to ignore the fact, what the hell am I supposed to do!?//

Trunks tensed his muscles as he landed outside Capsule Corporation, apprehension filling him as he followed his father inside.

//Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit........//

He was too wrapped up in his thoughts to notice that his father had come to a stop and now stood, arms folded, in the kitchen doorway.

"What happened this time, brat?"

"I....I lost my temper."

"Huh. No shit."

Trunks scowled at his father's sarcasm.

"What the fuck do you care anyway? Why don't you just punish me and get it over with, so you can go back to your training."

//Bastard. Don't pretend you care - you never try to understand my reasons for anything, why start now?//

Trunks watched carefully for his father's reaction, ready to dodge an attack, but instead of lashing out, he could see his father fighting for control of his temper.

He found himself caught in Vejiita's black gaze for long moments.

"Just don't turn out like me, boy."

He answered, quietly, before he turned and walked away.

Trunks stared in shock at his father's retreating back.

//Now what the fuck was that all about?//

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Now, when I wrote the note at the end of the first chapter, saying that I would add another chapter or two if I got good reviews, I'm pretty sure that I had some clue about where I was going to take the story next (I don't write long stories - there's probably for a good reason for this). However, I seem to have forgotten whatever it is that I was going to write - so suggestions, reviews, and sycophantic flattery are all very much welcome. Thanks, Miseria.