Disclaimer: I dont own Trunks, Vegeta, Bulma, Capsule Corps or Dragonball Z. But I love to write fics about them!!
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Trunks stared at his feet as he sat in Principal Chambers office. Mr Balmore was sitting next to him, taking up most of the bench. He was breathing heavily and Trunks could smell BO, but he thought it was best to keep quiet about it.
Principal Chambers had dialled Trunks home number and was waiting for an answer.
Don't be in, please don't be in! Trunks repeated to himself inside his head.
At Capsule Corps the phone rang, and rang, and rang...
'Hello?'
'Hello? Mrs Briefs?'
Damn!! Why did she have to be in?
'Yeah, this is Bulma.'
'Hi. This is Trinity Chambers from the school. There's been some trouble at the school with your son involved.'
'Trunks?! Is he OK?'
'Yes, he's alright, which is more than I can say for Mr Balmore. Your son Trunks has been fighting again, and this time he hit his teacher! He's in serious trouble - that is an offence worthy of expulsion.'
'Expel? Trunks?' Bulma's almost passed out. 'Mrs Chambers, I'll be right down. I hope we can talk about this. I am so sorry.'
Bulma hung up the phone, still shocked from what she had heard. She knew her boy was no angel, but had never expected him to hit a teacher. Grabbing her car keys, she made her way to the Gravity Chamber. Peering through she saw her saiyan husband training hard in the intense gravity.
He was wearing a pair of black pants and sweat was dripping down his chest from the training session. He was concentrating hard, dodging a ki blast which was bouncing off the walls in the chamber. Bulma didn't want to interrupt him, but she knocked on the door anyway. Vegeta whirled round with a snarl on his face, as if the knock on the door was an enemy attacking. His eyes were dark and he looked ready to strike, startling Bulma. When he realised who it was his expression changed to annoyed. He strode towards Bulma making her a little uneasy with the look on his face - she knew he hated his training sessions to be interrupted. He opened the door and stood there with his arms folded. He raised one eyebrow as if to say 'What is it baka woman?'
'Vegeta, I thought you should know, I'm going down to the school to pick up our son.'
'Hmm?'
'Trinity Chambers just called. Trunks is in big trouble.'
Vegeta looked interested, but not surprised. 'What has the brat been doing now?'
Bulma sounded close to despair. 'He hit his teacher, Mr Balmore. Oh Vegeta! They said he could get expelled! Expelled!'
Vegeta smirked. 'Well, that means he can have more time for training.'
'Vegeta!! Don't even joke about this! You know how hard it was to get a school for Trunks - Crossvale were the only one that would accept a Saiyan. If he gets kicked out...'
Bulma's eyes filled up with tears and Vegeta regretted his joke.
'The boy won't get kicked out,' he said, reassuring her the best he could.
Bulma nodded convincing herself. 'I can't believe he would do this!' she added. 'I don't want this to ever happen again, Vegeta. You can make him understand that, right?'
Vegeta nodded. 'I'll make the brat regret he ever laid a hand on that fool.'
Bulma felt slightly guilty that she was going to leave Trunks to the mercy of Vegeta, but was determined that something like this was never going to happen again. Trunks had gone too far.
Vegeta put his arms round Bulma's waist and pulled her close. He kissed her on the forehead and she sank down onto his chest, comforted by his strength. Vegeta looked at his wife, a weak little earth woman, and realised how much he hated to see her upset. They shared a kiss before Bulma went off to pick up Trunks, feeling stronger from Vegeta's support.
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Trunks sat in the car with his mom, looking out of the window and keeping quiet. They were on the way home after a heated half hour in the Principal's office. Bulma had finally managed to talk them out of expelling her son and instead he was suspended for a week.
She hadn't said one word to him since they left the school. Trunks slumped down against the window. The silence was a bad sign - she was really mad at him. Bulma glared at him and he flashed her a 'sorry' look.
'Don't think those big eyes are gonna work with me hon,' she was having none of it. 'I cannot believe you would do that, Trunks! Hitting that poor man!'
Trunks kept quiet because anything he said would just make her more mad.
'You're not gonna get away with this. Your father is going to punish you.'
Trunks winced. 'Mom, you're not gonna leave me to dad are you? Is he really mad?' He was worried now.
'I'm sorry Trunks, but you're on your own this time.'
Panic began to set into Trunks mind and his palms got sweaty. Now he was really dreading getting home to Capsule Corps.
'Damn, I'm out of gas,' Bulma said noticing how low she was. She pulled into the next station and filled her car.
Trunks sat in the front fidgeting with his seatbelt. He couldn't stop thinking about getting home and facing his angry father. Vegeta was scary enough when he wasn't mad. Tears welled up in Chibi Trunks eyes, and he wished that he could go back to the morning and start all over. He looked out of the window to see his mom going in to pay for the petrol. Suddenly a thought screamed at him.
Get out of here!!!
Trunks sat up. Should he make a run for it?
Grabbing his bag, Trunks sneaked out of the car and flew off into the sky. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew one thing - he certainly wasn't going home.
Trunks flew fast, out of the city, away from all the roads and traffic. He flew across green fields and golden fields of wheat. He crossed a large lake and a dark green forest.
He'll never find me in there.
Trunks landed in a clearing in the middle of the forest. A large tree had fallen down so he sat on the trunk, wondering what to do next. His stomach growled.
Yeah, I am pretty hungry.
Digging into his schoolbag, Trunks found an apple which he hadn't eaten at lunch. He made a face, he had been hoping for some chocolate or one of Bulma's cookies.
Guess it'll have to do.
The apple lasted about two seconds. Trunks stomach growled again.
This sucks.
Trunks thought about his mom and felt guilty.
She must have freaked when she saw I wasn't in the car. What if ... what if she thought someone kidnapped me!!! Nah, don't be stupid Trunks - she knows I ran off.
...I could go to Goten's - but mom's probably phoned ChiChi by now.
Trunks grinned, thinking how glad he was that ChiChi wasn't his mom. She would freak.
A cold wind picked up making Trunks shiver. He made a fire using a ki blast to light some of the branches he had gathered from the fallen tree. Sitting beside the warm glow, he began to feel better. The fire was warming him up nicely. Watching the dancing flames, Chibi Trunks thought to himself
What am I gonna do?
Trunks decided he could never go home again. He sat and wondered about how he could make a living - he was only nine years old.
Maybe I could sing for money... nah, I suck at singing. Hell, Dad sings better than I do!! … I don't have anything to sell ... I'm just gonna have to steal!
With that settled, Trunks curled up by the fire, wrapping his jacket round him tightly.
'But stealing is wrong!' a voice scared Trunks out of his wits...
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Wonder who that could be? ^.^
