Break- Chapter 2

By Tanyaneko



Disclaimer: Same one as the last chapter. Here's Chapter 2 for all you people who wanted it!

A/N: Thanks, all you nice reviewing people!

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Goten flew to Capsule Corp early the next morning. The trio spent the entire time from then until mid-afternoon searching for the missing figurine.

"Trunks," Bra began to complain, frowning and reaching down to rub her ankle. "I'm getting tired. Let's take a break, please."

"But Bra," he protested. "We have to-"

"No." She interrupted him. "I know you're tired, too. And so is Goten. We won't be able to find anything we need while we're this exhausted. So we are taking a break."

After a not-so-short refrigerator-ransacking snack interlude, they determinedly got back to work. All the while, something was bothering Trunks, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

Hours later, exhausted, dejected, and increasingly desperate, they asked Bulma for help, explaining what they needed.

The blue-haired scientist smiled, delighted with her son's romantic plan. "I did invent something to find lost things a little while back. It's in the lab somewhere, hold on."

She walked to her laboratory, the three following behind her. Upon entering, she began rummaging through things. "Hmm… that's strange. I can't seem to find it."

Vegeta, who was walking by, stepped into the room, ecstatic at the chance to tease his wife. "What is it, woman? Losing your memory already?"

"I am not turning into my mother!" Bulma screamed at him. "I just can't remember what it looks like, that's all!"

"I don't know, woman. That certainly sounds like losing your memory to me."

"You'd think after this many years, he'd learn to use my name," she grumbled.

"I heard that, woman." Vegeta's trademark smirk appeared on his face. "I'm not going deaf and aging like you," he mocked.

Bra, Trunks and Goten all cringed and ducked, recognizing the signs of what was about to be a Bulma blow-up.

Soon, things started flying as Bulma threw all kinds of machinery and mechanical parts at her husband. Everything was way off target except for a small object that Vegeta caught before it hit him. He laughed at her as he read the label. "Device for Finding Lost Things," the Saiya-jin prince said in an amused tone.

Bra beamed happily and plucked it out of her father's hands, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks, Daddy," she said, her voice dripping-honey sweet.

The demi-saiyajin triad walked out. Bulma and Vegeta exchanged a laughing glance before turning their eyes to the clock.

In less than two seconds, Trunks, Bra, and Goten walked back in. "Uh… Mom? How do we use this thing?"

Bulma smiled proudly. "You just input the information on the object and then press the red button. It should start beeping, and then you just use it like you would use the dragonball radar."

"'Kay. Thanks, Mom." Then they walked out. A moment later, they returned.

The blue-haired woman looked up. "Hmm? What is it this time?"

"Uh… we don't know. It won't work."

Bulma frowned. "That's strange. It should work, unless whatever you're looking for is broken, in which case the cleaner robots have gotten to it, and it's gone."

Broken. The word triggered a memory in Trunks's mind.

Trunks rubbed the back of his head and plastered on a smile, not wanting to hurt Pan's feelings. "Eheh... it's... nice." Everyone then turned his or her attention away from him and to the other presents. Just then, Goten crashed into Trunks, who dropped the little sculpture. "C'mon, Trunks! Let's go outside and spar!" Trunks shrugged and raced Goten out, not noticing the dragon was lying in broken pieces on the floor. In fact, no one noticed- no one but Pan, who stared silently and tired her hardest not to cry.

So that was what had been bothering him. The lavender-haired man sighed in defeat. "I broke it. It's gone. It's over…. It's all over."





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**Preview of next Chap: "What? Did you say 'broken'? As in a pile of little pieces that could fit in a decorational glass bowl tiny enough to put on a bookshelf?" Bra questioned, trying to suppress her look- the look that said she'd just gotten an idea.**


~Tanyaneko