Hello! ^.^ Thanx for the reviews and for waiting! I know it took a while to get this one out. Who was the mystery voice? ... find out below! I changed my mind about that one so I hope you think it fits alright. Lets just ~pretend~ this person can read minds (I could imagine them as a mind reader!)
This chapter is more about Chibi Trunks and Vegeta and how they get on with each other and how they see each other. I like their relationship so its a lot about that. Chibi Trunks finally gets home and is in BIG trouble, but it turns out ok in the end. ^.^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
CHIBI TRUNKS IN TROUBLE AT SCHOOL: Chapter 3
Trunks looked around but saw no one.
'Who's there?' he asked the silent clearing.
A tall figure loomed out of the trees. He wore a long flowing robe and had a turban wrapped round his head. Trunks recognised him from photos in the house.
'Piccolo?' he asked, wondering what the Namek was doing here.
Piccolo nodded.
Trunks scuffed his foot at the ground. He felt a little nervous seeing the big man. 'How did you know I was here?'
Piccolo smirked knowingly. 'Kid, I was meditating nearby, and your thoughts came right into my head.'
Trunks eyed him suspiciously.
'Surprised are ya? Well you were broadcastin' them nice and loud for me.'
'Oh.'
The two fell silent. Trunks didn't know the tall Namekian warrior very well. He had heard lots about him: how he used to be Goku's mortal enemy; how he had been Gohan's mentor and first trainer and become a good friend of the Son family. Trunks knew about his fusions with other Nameks so that he was split and whole at the same time. But none of this mattered, because this was the first time Trunks ever met him. He didn't know what to say and waited for Piccolo to speak.
'So what's the deal, kid?' Piccolo stared at him with penetrating eyes.
'Huh?'
'What was all that about stealin'? Don't you think you got enough money at home?'
Trunks let out a little sigh at the word 'home'. Just a small one, but loud enough for Piccolo to hear.
'I'm not going home,' Trunks explained, sitting down on the big trunk of the fallen tree.
Piccolo looked at the kid. He wasn't going to leave him out in the woods all night and was wondering what would be the best way to persuade him to go back home. If the worst came to the worst he could stuff the little guy under his arm and fly him there himself, but he was sure there was an easier way.
'Pity,' he said in his gruff voice. 'I know Goten'll miss ya.' Piccolo decided to use psychology on the lil tyke.
Trunks thought about his best pal Goten. Running away would mean that they would never see each other again - ever! Trunks frowned, he didn't like the sound of that.
'And Bulma, she'll have no one to cook for...'
Trunks licked his lips as he thought of his mom's amazing cooking. How could he survive without her lasagne? No one could make lasagne as good as Bulma. Chi Chi's was good, but Bulma's was out of this world!
'And you'll never reach your full fighting level either. That's a real shame.'
Piccolo crossed his arms and shook his head as if he was thinking what a waste of a good fighter it would be.
'Wha-?'
Trunks looked up at Piccolo. What was he trying to say? That Trunks couldn't become a great fighter by himself?
'What do you mean by that?' he frowned at Piccolo. 'I am a good fighter, and I'm gonna get even better, so there!'
Trunks stuck his tongue out at Piccolo and scowled. Piccolo laughed, he looked so like Vegeta it was unreal! This just made Trunks madder though.
'Watch who you're laughing at,' he warned. His lavender bangs flicked out as he snapped his head up to look at Piccolo. 'I'm a Saiyan, so you better watch it!'
Piccolo laughed even harder. 'You're somethin' else kid.'
Trunks could feel himself heating up into a little rage. It had been a bad day so far and he was looking for somewhere to vent his anger. Piccolo would do just fine. With a growl, Trunks ran at Piccolo and swung a punch at him. The Namek calmly put a large hand on Trunks head and held him in place. Chibi Trunks swung his arms at the Namek but they were far too short to reach him. Trunks gathered a small ball of energy in his hand.
'No!' Piccolo warned Trunks. 'Don't do it kid.'
Trunks glared at the Namek with a defiant look and went ahead anyway, about to burn Piccolo with the blast. Before he could Piccolo cuffed him across the head and sent him tumbling along the grass. He rolled into the tree trunk then sat up and rubbed his head.
'Not such a good fighter as you think, huh?'
Trunks scowled a little again, but there was nothing he could say. Piccolo had beaten him and made it look easy.
'Now, with a father like Vegeta, you could go a long way. But you need the right teacher, kid. Without that your powers are nothing.'
As Trunks listened, he thought about his training sessions with Vegeta. He never really enjoyed them, and preferred to train with Goten or Gohan. Vegeta had a serious attitude towards training and he never went easy on his son. He was a harsh teacher, completely opposite to the way Gohan was with his little brother Goten. Chibi Trunks misunderstood this and thought his father saw him as weak and annoying, a waste of time who was always getting in the way. Trunks remembered how Vegeta had hurt him bad in their training sessions before. He had always healed perfectly and even become stronger, but deep down he wondered why Vegeta - the fighter he looked up to more than anyone else - was so hard on him.
'He never gives me a chance,' Trunks pouted.
'That is exactly why he's a good teacher Trunks. You think in a real fight your opponent's gonna give you a chance? Cos I'll tell ya, its not gonna happen.'
Trunks listened silently, the words sinking in to his mind. Piccolo was giving him a new way of looking at their training sessions.
'It's up to you to improve enough so you can keep up with him. That's what you're learning. If he played down his powers so he was at your level, what would you learn?'
Trunks opened his mouth, but there was no answer. The more he thought about it, the more he saw that Piccolo was right. Now it seemed like what Vegeta was really doing was looking out for Trunks. And helping him to become the best fighter that he could.
'I said 'What would you learn?'' Piccolo waited for an answer.
'... Not much I guess,' Trunks admitted.
'Right. Like I said - it's a real shame.'
Trunks was beginning to have a total rethink about what he was going to do. Then Piccolo turned his back on the Chibi saiyan.
'Well, I gotta be goin'. I'm headin' over to see yer mom, I got somethin' for her...' he hopped into the air.
'Piccolo!' Trunks jumped up from his seat.
The Namek turned round, pausing in the air. 'What?'
'... ... ... Is it ok if ... I come with you?'
'Well I ain't got all night, lets go!'
They flew off, Trunks following Piccolo who had the satisfied smile of a winner on his face. That was too easy he thought Maybe I should give up fighting and become a shrink!
The sun had gone down and the sky was navy blue, the air had turned chilly too.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
They flew for twenty minutes before reaching the dome shaped compound of Capsule Corps. They landed next to the gravity chamber and walked up to the front door. Trunks took a deep breath as Piccolo knocked on the door.
Bulma answered it quickly. Her worried expression changed to one of relief when she saw her son safe and sound with her friend Piccolo.
'Got somethin' for you!' Piccolo smirked, pushing Trunks forwards.
'Uh, hi mom,' Trunks looked up at her.
'Trunks!' Bulma pulled him in for a hug and squeezed him tight.
Trunks made a little spluttering sound. 'Ugh! Mom, you're choking me!'
Bulma pulled back and looked at him. 'Don't you ever scare me like that again Trunks,' she scolded him. 'You hear me?'
'Uh huh,' Trunks looked at the ground. He was embarrassed being told off in front of Piccolo.
Bulma thanked Piccolo for bringing Trunks home. The Namek could see it was a weight off her shoulders and was glad to have helped.
'Not a problem,' Piccolo replied. 'I was on my way to Gohan's anyway.' He tapped Trunks on the shoulder. 'You remember what we talked about.'
'Ok,' Trunks nodded.
Piccolo flew off and Bulma gave Trunks one more hug just for good measure.
'Don't you know that running away from your problems only makes things worse?' Bulma said to him. 'Your father wants to see you.'
Bulma and Trunks went inside, and Trunks heart skipped a beat when he saw Vegeta standing in the doorway looking pissed. Finally it was time to face the music. Trunks trembled as Vegeta took him upstairs and pushed him through his bedroom door.
'OK brat, you know what's coming,' Vegeta said. 'I'm going to make sure you never hit one of your teachers again, you hear me?'
'Y-yes sir,' Trunks bottom lip stuck out and he tried to hold himself together.
Vegeta pushed Trunks down over his bed and started to whop him hard. His Chibi son began to whimper.
He held on tightly to his bed, cursing the stupid school for getting him in so much trouble. Trunks felt tears welling up in his eyes and spilling down his face. He was grateful that Vegeta could not see them - but that was small blessings at a time like this.
To make things worse, Vegeta began to yell at him.
'I don't EVER want your mother called to that damn school again Trunks! Do you understand?'
'Yes!' he yelped. 'I promise!'
'Not so big now are you Trunks?'
Vegeta gave him a good beating. He was quite pissed about all the trouble his little menace of a son had got into. Bulma had come back from the school in tears without Trunks. She couldn't help worrying about him. Although she knew he was strong she was still his mother. Vegeta was going to make sure he would not run off again.
'D-daddyyyyyy!!!' he wailed. 'Ow! I'm so - ow! - ow! - sorry!! Pleasse, ow! I'm *sob* s-sorry!!'
'So you're beginning to regret it are you kid?'
'Yes!' Trunks sobbed. 'I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!' He was feeling very sorry for himself, but deep down he knew he deserved it. He wished that he had never been such a smart ass at school, and that he hadn't run off to the woods. Trunks knew that would have upset Bulma and Vegeta even more than hitting Mr Balmore.
Finally Vegeta decided he'd had enough. Trunks stayed where he was, with his face down on his bed crying into his covers.
As Vegeta looked down at his Chibi son his heart went out to him. It hurt him to see his little boy crying, though he would never admit it. 'Must be going soft,' he thought to himself.
He crouched down and put a hand gently on the boys shaking shoulders. Trunks lifted his head up and wiped a face full of snot off his nose with the back of his hand. Vegeta tried not to laugh. Trunks looked up at him with those big eyes. He was now feeling like the little nine year old kid he was, instead of the brave runaway, ready to face life alone that he had been in the forest.
'I'm sorry Daddy!' he sniffed. 'I won't do it again.'
Vegeta nodded that it was OK, and Trunks clung onto him and buried his head in his father's chest. Vegeta put his arm round him for a comforting hug. Then he picked him up and sat him down on his bed. 'Now dry up those tears' he said in his distinctive voice, and Trunks wiped them from his eyes.
'You're not still mad at me are ya Dad?' Trunks asked him quietly.
'No, I'm not brat,' Vegeta said. 'But you're going to bed now, and no dinner. That's the rest of your punishment.'
Trunks stomach growled as if it was complaining and he sighed 'OK'. He was glad that Vegeta had wasn't mad any more. Vegeta set him on the bed and he slid under the covers, feeling exhausted from his event filled day anyway. He was quite happy to fall asleep. Vegeta shut the door on the way out, 'night brat!' he smirked, leaving a big chocolate bar on the bedroom floor for Trunks to find when he woke up hungry. He had always hated that Mr Balmore anyway!
Vegeta headed down to the living room and sank down onto the sofa. It had been a long day. Bulma joined him, curling up next to him. She ran her fingers through his thick hair.
'You OK?' she asked him quietly.
Vegeta didn't answer and instead he wrapped his arm protectively around Bulma. She took that as a 'yes'.
'Poor kid,' she said quietly.
'Little brat!' Vegeta smirked.
He took Bulma's face in his hands and kissed her gently and enticingly. Her cheeks flushed from the soft, pleasureable kiss.
'He gets it from his mother!' he purred, kissing her more passionately...
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Trunks woke early the next morning. The first thing he did was look at his clock. 5:15 - he hadn't overslept. He stretched and hopped out of bed, going to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. Then he changed into white shorts and a blue tee shirt and made his way out of the house. He sat on the steps of the gravity chamber, enjoying the morning's fresh silence and sunshine. Nobody was up except the birds and Trunks.
The front door opened five minutes later and Vegeta emerged, right on time. He walked to the gravity chamber and didn't even notice Trunks until he almost stepped on him.
'Hey dad!' Trunks grinned.
'What are you doing up at this time boy?' Vegeta was surprised.
'Is it OK if I train with you this morning?'
Vegeta looked at his son and noticed that he was wide awake and ready to go. He was secretly pleased although he didn't show it. 'Don't get in my way,' he said, opening the door to the chamber. 'And don't think I'll go easy on you.'
Vegeta went inside smiling to himself and thinking that he was going to enjoy Trunks two weeks suspension. Although he had only been gone one evening, it was good to have the brat back.
Yes! Trunks was delighted, and ready to make the most of his first class teacher. Last night he had thought a lot about what Piccolo had told him. He was going to train hard to bring himself up to Vegeta's standards. The chibi saiyan was set to make his father proud, and reach his full fighting level. Trunks hopped up to follow his father inside.
'That's OK, dad' he said with a confident grin, 'I don't want you to!'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Funny cute and sad like I promised (I hope)! I saw a sweet picture of Chibi Trunks and Vegeta which helped me to write this chapter (it's one where Majin Vegeta is giving Trunks a hug - aaawwwww!!). If you want a copy of this pic I can email it to you! Just leave your address and I'll do my best to get it to ya. Hope you liked the story. Ciao for now!
