Author: Tenko

Author: Tenko

Title: Accident?

Summary: Little Trunks wants to know; was I an accident?

A/N: Ok this idea just hit me!  I was looking over Mr. Crash's thing about why B and V really fell in love.  He thinks it was a one night stand and God had a twisted sense of humor...so here I am with the idea that Trunks wants to know if he's just a problem that came to be.  It's probably been done before...but I just have got to write this!  Trunks is 7. (GO READ MY FIC, CONFUSION REIGNS, RIGHT AFTER THIS! lol CHAPTER 4 IS NEW and has been COMPLETELY REWRITTEN!)

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Prologue

"Well, accidents happen...don't they, Boy?"

A seven-year-old little boy sat alone in his rather large room after a brutal training session with his father.  Chibi Trunks was tired, sure, but sleep wouldn't come to him.  He glanced at his black alarm clock and the neon green numbers told him it was already 12:46 AM.  He was ashamed of himself and not known to him was that he was falling into a depressed state as he sat on his bed that very night.  He only allowed one silent tear to fall from his blue eyes.  Soon, his mind began to wander back to the day he had just been through.

***Flashback To Yesterday***

            Trunks got up from his lunch ready to have another training session with his father; as always.  Vegeta had never been the best father to Trunks, but he did show him a tiny bit of affection occasionally during their training, so Trunks looked forward to the daily routine.  As he walked to the gravity room, already dressed in his dark green gi, he noticed his father standing outside of the GR (gravity room).

            "You're late," Vegeta said in a low voice.

            "Uh, I am?" Trunks wondered aloud.  The cold stare he received from his father confirmed this to be true.  There wasn't a clock nearby and the one in the kitchen was broken.  Trunks muttered his apology wondering why his father was acting more cold than usual.  Vegeta walked through the GR's door with Trunks in tow.  They started off sparring at a low gravity setting; 50 times Earth's normal level.   Just by the end of a tiny spar, Trunks was beat.  It was obvious, his father was being especially hard on him today.

            Vegeta did not seem to be in the mood for training with his son today.  Vegeta walked towards the console, scowling at Trunks all the while, and turned the gravity up to 150 times gravity.  With this new strain on Trunks already bruised and battered body, he felt his legs give way.

            As Trunks fell to his hands and knees, Vegeta watched him with a cruel stare. 

            "Get up," he commanded.  Trunks had no choice but to comply with his father's wishes.  He figured that now, with his father's dark mood, that he should continue to hide the fact that he was a Super Saiya-jin.

            With a small grunt, Trunks was able to pick himself off of the floor in time to see his father fly at him in an almost enraged state.  His eyes widened in shock and he shot off an energy beam in order to keep his father at bay.  No such luck bestowed itself upon Trunks because his father easy evaded the attack and struck him hard in the jaw.               Saliva snuck its way out of Trunks mouth as he flew backwards from the punch.  Just as he was about to hit the wall, the gravity sudden returned to normal level in an instance, causing them both to hit the ceiling and slam back into the ground, their ears in pain from the sudden relief.

            "What the hell?!" Vegeta growled already on his feet.  Trunks picked himself up and shook his head slightly.  He stood next to his father looking at the broken circuitry.

            "What happened, Dad?"  Trunks asked, never taking his eyes away from the destroyed console.

            "You destroyed half of the gravity room is what!"  He growled.  Trunks blinked--the wayward ki blast!

            "Bu--but, it was an accident!"  Trunks moaned.

            "Well, accidents happen...don't they, Boy?"  Vegeta sneered darkly as he walked out of the gravity room.  Trunks stared after him, but made no move to stop him.  He looked towards the broken console and back at the spot his father had just inhabited. 

            His stomach twisted with an unfamiliar feeling...What was it?  Fear?

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Shall I continue?