Wasn't meant to be
"Trunks?" whispered Bulma, knocking softly on her son's door. When she didn't receive a reply, she quietly pushed open the door and peeped in. She quickly scanned the room and spotted her son at his desk, his head resting on the desk. She walked over to Trunks and noticed her son fast asleep. Bulma smiled as she gently brushed Trunks' hair out of his face. Looking at her son's peaceful face, Bulma felt reluctant to wake up Trunks, but she didn't want her son to miss dinner. Gently, Bulma shook Trunks by the shoulder.
"Trunks, time to wake up. It's dinner time," whispered Bulma.
Slowly Trunks eyelids began to open up. Trunks moaned softly as he opened his eyes.
"Hey Trunks. It's time for dinner," repeated Bulma, helping her son up.
"Hi mother," greeted Trunks sleepily rubbing his eyes.
"Did you have a good sleep?" smiled Bulma.
"Yeah, I did. I didn't even realise I fell asleep. I must have been really tired," replied Trunks.
"Well, go wash your face, then come down for dinner, okay?" grinned Bulma.
Trunks nodded tiredly. Bulma kissed her son's forehead before walking out. Trunks stretched out his arms and yawned. Reluctantly, Trunks dragged himself into the bathroom. He grabbed his towel and ran it under cold water. He squeezed it dry and wiped his face. Afterwards Trunks felt much more awake. He placed his towel away and after brushing his hair with his hand he walked out to the kitchen to join his parents for dinner. As soon as he entered the kitchen, Trunks noticed that his parents were already waiting for him. His father was in his seat waiting to be served and his mother was walking over to the dining table carrying plates of food. His mother was the first to notice him.
"Just in time, Trunks!" greeted Bulma, sitting down in her seat.
"It's your favourite. Beef and corn rice with gravy," added Bulma to cheer her son up.
"Thanks mother," grinned Trunks.
To Trunks, nothing could beat his mother's beef and corn rice loaded with gravy. Trunks glanced at his father who was already munching away. Trunks sighed and without even bothering to greet his father he sat down between his father and mother. When Trunks didn't say anything to Vegeta, Bulma immediately sensed that something was wrong. Usually Trunks would greet his father no matter what mood he was in, but Bulma decided to keep her mouth shut. During dinner, Bulma and Trunks gossiped and shared jokes, sometimes cracking up laughing. Vegeta never once joined in the conversation, but after they were about ten minutes into their meal, Vegeta decided to speak up.
"Woman! I'm going out tomorrow."
Both Bulma and Trunks stopped talking and looked at Vegeta. Trunks frowned at his father. He hated how his father always called his mother, 'woman.' The way he says it, it sounds like his father treats his mother as his slave. Trunks couldn't understand why and how his mother puts up with it.
"What for, Vegeta?" asked Bulma.
"To train of course! What else?" retorted Vegeta.
Bulma lowered her head slightly and Trunks could sense her mother's disappointment. Trunks was about to ask his mother if she was alright, but then Bulma spoke up.
"What time are you leaving?"
Trunks noticed a hint of hope in his mother's eyes.
"Early in the morning and I won't be back until late. Why?" asked Vegeta curiously.
He too sensed that Bulma was eager to know his answer.
"Well, I was hoping that we could go to the park tomorrow, together," replied Bulma, emphasizing the last word.
"You can take the boy with you," replied Vegeta, ignoring Bulma's obvious hint.
Trunks clenched his fist under the table. He didn't know why he was angry. For as long as he can remember, his father has always referred to him, as 'the boy' and he had never minded, but this time he did. The tone that Vegeta used when he called Trunks, 'boy' sounded as if Trunks was excluded from the family and he was just some stupid kid who just happens to live in the same house as him. Bulma noticed that Trunks had stopped eating. His hands were under the
table, his lips had formed a frown and he was staring down at his half empty plate.
"Trunks? Trunks!" called Bulma, looking at her son curiously.
"Huh? Uh…yeah, mother?" replied Trunks returning to reality.
"Is something wrong with the food?" asked Bulma gently.
"No, the food's great, mother. I'm just …not hungry," answered Trunks quietly.
Bulma's eyes widened slightly.
'Not hungry? But only minutes ago Trunks was munching away hungrily. He's only eaten half of his dinner and to make things worse, it's his favourite meal,' thought Bulma.
"Trunks, are you feeling alright? You look a bit red," said Bulma, feeling her son's forehead.
"I'm fine, mother," responded Trunks.
Slowly Bulma pulled her hand away, relieved that Trunks didn't have a fever.
"Can I go back to my room, mother? I don't feel like eating anymore," pleaded Trunks.
Bulma sighed and nodded, managing a slight smile at her son. Trunks returned the smile and gave his mother a warm hug. Trunks stood up and he could see his father out of the corner of his eye, but once again he said nothing. Bulma watched as her son left the kitchen and returned up the stairs.
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"Trunks?" whispered Bulma, knocking softly on her son's door. When she didn't receive a reply, she quietly pushed open the door and peeped in. She quickly scanned the room and spotted her son at his desk, his head resting on the desk. She walked over to Trunks and noticed her son fast asleep. Bulma smiled as she gently brushed Trunks' hair out of his face. Looking at her son's peaceful face, Bulma felt reluctant to wake up Trunks, but she didn't want her son to miss dinner. Gently, Bulma shook Trunks by the shoulder.
"Trunks, time to wake up. It's dinner time," whispered Bulma.
Slowly Trunks eyelids began to open up. Trunks moaned softly as he opened his eyes.
"Hey Trunks. It's time for dinner," repeated Bulma, helping her son up.
"Hi mother," greeted Trunks sleepily rubbing his eyes.
"Did you have a good sleep?" smiled Bulma.
"Yeah, I did. I didn't even realise I fell asleep. I must have been really tired," replied Trunks.
"Well, go wash your face, then come down for dinner, okay?" grinned Bulma.
Trunks nodded tiredly. Bulma kissed her son's forehead before walking out. Trunks stretched out his arms and yawned. Reluctantly, Trunks dragged himself into the bathroom. He grabbed his towel and ran it under cold water. He squeezed it dry and wiped his face. Afterwards Trunks felt much more awake. He placed his towel away and after brushing his hair with his hand he walked out to the kitchen to join his parents for dinner. As soon as he entered the kitchen, Trunks noticed that his parents were already waiting for him. His father was in his seat waiting to be served and his mother was walking over to the dining table carrying plates of food. His mother was the first to notice him.
"Just in time, Trunks!" greeted Bulma, sitting down in her seat.
"It's your favourite. Beef and corn rice with gravy," added Bulma to cheer her son up.
"Thanks mother," grinned Trunks.
To Trunks, nothing could beat his mother's beef and corn rice loaded with gravy. Trunks glanced at his father who was already munching away. Trunks sighed and without even bothering to greet his father he sat down between his father and mother. When Trunks didn't say anything to Vegeta, Bulma immediately sensed that something was wrong. Usually Trunks would greet his father no matter what mood he was in, but Bulma decided to keep her mouth shut. During dinner, Bulma and Trunks gossiped and shared jokes, sometimes cracking up laughing. Vegeta never once joined in the conversation, but after they were about ten minutes into their meal, Vegeta decided to speak up.
"Woman! I'm going out tomorrow."
Both Bulma and Trunks stopped talking and looked at Vegeta. Trunks frowned at his father. He hated how his father always called his mother, 'woman.' The way he says it, it sounds like his father treats his mother as his slave. Trunks couldn't understand why and how his mother puts up with it.
"What for, Vegeta?" asked Bulma.
"To train of course! What else?" retorted Vegeta.
Bulma lowered her head slightly and Trunks could sense her mother's disappointment. Trunks was about to ask his mother if she was alright, but then Bulma spoke up.
"What time are you leaving?"
Trunks noticed a hint of hope in his mother's eyes.
"Early in the morning and I won't be back until late. Why?" asked Vegeta curiously.
He too sensed that Bulma was eager to know his answer.
"Well, I was hoping that we could go to the park tomorrow, together," replied Bulma, emphasizing the last word.
"You can take the boy with you," replied Vegeta, ignoring Bulma's obvious hint.
Trunks clenched his fist under the table. He didn't know why he was angry. For as long as he can remember, his father has always referred to him, as 'the boy' and he had never minded, but this time he did. The tone that Vegeta used when he called Trunks, 'boy' sounded as if Trunks was excluded from the family and he was just some stupid kid who just happens to live in the same house as him. Bulma noticed that Trunks had stopped eating. His hands were under the
table, his lips had formed a frown and he was staring down at his half empty plate.
"Trunks? Trunks!" called Bulma, looking at her son curiously.
"Huh? Uh…yeah, mother?" replied Trunks returning to reality.
"Is something wrong with the food?" asked Bulma gently.
"No, the food's great, mother. I'm just …not hungry," answered Trunks quietly.
Bulma's eyes widened slightly.
'Not hungry? But only minutes ago Trunks was munching away hungrily. He's only eaten half of his dinner and to make things worse, it's his favourite meal,' thought Bulma.
"Trunks, are you feeling alright? You look a bit red," said Bulma, feeling her son's forehead.
"I'm fine, mother," responded Trunks.
Slowly Bulma pulled her hand away, relieved that Trunks didn't have a fever.
"Can I go back to my room, mother? I don't feel like eating anymore," pleaded Trunks.
Bulma sighed and nodded, managing a slight smile at her son. Trunks returned the smile and gave his mother a warm hug. Trunks stood up and he could see his father out of the corner of his eye, but once again he said nothing. Bulma watched as her son left the kitchen and returned up the stairs.
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