[Disclaimer—I don't own DBZ, however, if anyone out there does, would you
consider a trade? I've got, hmm let's see, 3 blank CD's, half a bag of
M&M's and my soul…..I'm not too sure about including those M&M's in the
deal though….we'll have to negotiate!
{A/N}-I don't know if anyone has actually read to this point, since I'm posting these first three chapters together, but if you are reading this, thank you! R&R please!]
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Last Time:
Trunks sighed, and thought of his mother. Goku was right. She would let him stay there. But she was also insanely curious, and a genius. Trunks put his hand up to scratch his head, and glanced at Goku, startled to see he was doing the same thing. An idea slowly began to take shape in Trunks' mind, and he smiled, a small, devious, mischievous little smirk that would have done his father, Vegeta, proud.
"Goku."
Goku looked up startled, to see Trunks smirking in his direction. "Yeah Trunks?"
"Just come with me, ok?"
"Sure Trunks," Goku smiled back, as they blast off into the air, and headed for Capsule Corporation.
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"WOOOOOOOOOOMAAAAAAAAAAN!"
The deafening roar shook the very foundations of Capsule Corp.
Bulma was hiding. No matter how dense Vegeta was, there was no way that he could excuse the latest incident with the Gravity Room as an accident. And indeed he had not. Bulma was hiding because his Royal-Pain-in-the-Ass was Royally Pissed Off.
*Shit,* Bulma thought with just a touch of fear, *maybe this time I pushed him too far!*
Ever since Bulma had broken up with Yamcha three months ago, after yet another cheating incident, she found her only pleasure in tweaking the pompous Prince's over-inflated ego. She didn't know quite why she did it, but she knew that it was an urge she couldn't suppress.
*I should be afraid of him,* Bulma scolded herself, *he's an evil megalomaniac who cares for nothing except his own selfish needs.* Yet even knowing this, and knowing that there was no way anyone could get there in time to protect her if he found her, she was still not afraid of him.
Bulma crouched in the bushes in her front yard, trying hard to stifle her giggles as the angry Saiyan rampaged through her house. Bulma's eyes narrowed and she frowned at the sound of breaking glass coming from her bedroom. He was going to pay for that. She smiled evilly, *I wonder what I could do that would piss him off more than screwing with the gravity chamber like that.*
She was still plotting her revenge when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKK," Bulma screamed, then whipped around, hands on her hips, "VEGETA, YOU—oh. Hi Goku," she smiled cheerily at the stunned Goku lying on the ground, his hands protecting his head.
Goku blinked, "Whew Bulma, don't DO that! I thought you were Chi-Chi for a minute!"
Goku had barely had time to finish his sentence, when Vegeta stormed out of the house and right towards Bulma.
Bulma crossed her arms and smirked up at the enraged figure stomping across the lawn.
"WOMAN! If you don't fix that damned room, I swear on my honor as the Prince of all Saiyans, that I will personally blast you into the next dimen- -"
Bulma cut off Vegeta's tirade by wagging her finger under his nose. "Nuh uh Vegeta! Look again bud! If you kill ME, then who's going to fix your gravity chamber for you? Besides," she said pointing to Goku, still sitting on the ground, "If you kill me, then Goku will kill you, isn't that right Goku?"
Goku reached up to scratch his head, in a classic, patented Son Scratch style, "Sure, whatever you say Bulma," Goku grinned.
Trunks had been standing unnoticed until that moment. Now he saw his chance.
Trunks reached up, scratched his head, and did his best to imitate Goku's silly grin, "Yeah, my Da—uh, Goku, yeah, I mean Goku would kick your butt Vegeta!"
Bulma looked up in surprise to see the boy who had come from the future to warn them of the androids. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in his posture. Hand scratching the back of his head, silly grin plastered all over his face. Her eyes widened. Was it possible?!
Trunks, as if just realizing he had done something he shouldn't, quickly lowered his hand and stared at his feet. He risked a quick glance up and was delighted to see Bulma's eyes wide with surmise as she glanced quickly from him to Goku and back.
Even Vegeta had stopped ranting and was giving to two new arrivals a rather odd look.
*Could it be* Vegeta thought, *Could it be that this boy is Kakarott's brat from the future? Impossible. Kakarott's mate has black hair and eyes, just as he does, there is no way this could be Kakarott and his mate's offspring. Unless…* Vegeta's eyes widened a trifle, *I never thought Kakarott had it in him! Even I would not be so low as to have a child with one who was not my chosen mate!* Vegeta's eyes strayed involuntarily to Bulma, *Damn,* he thought to himself, *What the Hell am I thinking?! This woman is the craziest bitch I've ever met,* he smirked at the thought of what he had planned for her for messing with his gravity chamber, *Ha. But not as crazy as me!*
Bulma turned as she felt hot eyes on her. Vegeta was staring straight at her. Was he thinking what she was thinking? It was crazy! There was no way! *There's no way Goku would ever cheat on Chi-Chi! There's no way this guy can be his son!* Bulma looked again at the young man blushing down at the tips of his boots and recalled how alike he and Goku had looked when he scratched his head. And they both had the patented Son Smile. *Oh, poor Chi-Chi,* thought Bulma.
Trunks allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction as he read his parents' faces and saw them come to exactly the conclusion he wanted them to come to. *I feel bad about making Goku seem like such a bad guy,* he thought with a bit of remorse, *but there's no other way! Vegeta knows there are no other Saiyans, and if I'm going to stay here while my time machine is fixed I need a cover. If Vegeta found out he was my father it would be potentially disastrous! I need a cover for my origins, and sorry to say it, but you're nominated Goku, er, I mean Daddy.* Trunks snickered to himself silently at the thought.
Bulma seemed to pull out of her dazed stupor and turned to glare at Goku who still sat oblivious on the grass. "So Goku—why are you here. What do you want?"
***Didja like it?? Come on, tell me, pleeeease?!***
{A/N}-I don't know if anyone has actually read to this point, since I'm posting these first three chapters together, but if you are reading this, thank you! R&R please!]
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Last Time:
Trunks sighed, and thought of his mother. Goku was right. She would let him stay there. But she was also insanely curious, and a genius. Trunks put his hand up to scratch his head, and glanced at Goku, startled to see he was doing the same thing. An idea slowly began to take shape in Trunks' mind, and he smiled, a small, devious, mischievous little smirk that would have done his father, Vegeta, proud.
"Goku."
Goku looked up startled, to see Trunks smirking in his direction. "Yeah Trunks?"
"Just come with me, ok?"
"Sure Trunks," Goku smiled back, as they blast off into the air, and headed for Capsule Corporation.
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"WOOOOOOOOOOMAAAAAAAAAAN!"
The deafening roar shook the very foundations of Capsule Corp.
Bulma was hiding. No matter how dense Vegeta was, there was no way that he could excuse the latest incident with the Gravity Room as an accident. And indeed he had not. Bulma was hiding because his Royal-Pain-in-the-Ass was Royally Pissed Off.
*Shit,* Bulma thought with just a touch of fear, *maybe this time I pushed him too far!*
Ever since Bulma had broken up with Yamcha three months ago, after yet another cheating incident, she found her only pleasure in tweaking the pompous Prince's over-inflated ego. She didn't know quite why she did it, but she knew that it was an urge she couldn't suppress.
*I should be afraid of him,* Bulma scolded herself, *he's an evil megalomaniac who cares for nothing except his own selfish needs.* Yet even knowing this, and knowing that there was no way anyone could get there in time to protect her if he found her, she was still not afraid of him.
Bulma crouched in the bushes in her front yard, trying hard to stifle her giggles as the angry Saiyan rampaged through her house. Bulma's eyes narrowed and she frowned at the sound of breaking glass coming from her bedroom. He was going to pay for that. She smiled evilly, *I wonder what I could do that would piss him off more than screwing with the gravity chamber like that.*
She was still plotting her revenge when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKK," Bulma screamed, then whipped around, hands on her hips, "VEGETA, YOU—oh. Hi Goku," she smiled cheerily at the stunned Goku lying on the ground, his hands protecting his head.
Goku blinked, "Whew Bulma, don't DO that! I thought you were Chi-Chi for a minute!"
Goku had barely had time to finish his sentence, when Vegeta stormed out of the house and right towards Bulma.
Bulma crossed her arms and smirked up at the enraged figure stomping across the lawn.
"WOMAN! If you don't fix that damned room, I swear on my honor as the Prince of all Saiyans, that I will personally blast you into the next dimen- -"
Bulma cut off Vegeta's tirade by wagging her finger under his nose. "Nuh uh Vegeta! Look again bud! If you kill ME, then who's going to fix your gravity chamber for you? Besides," she said pointing to Goku, still sitting on the ground, "If you kill me, then Goku will kill you, isn't that right Goku?"
Goku reached up to scratch his head, in a classic, patented Son Scratch style, "Sure, whatever you say Bulma," Goku grinned.
Trunks had been standing unnoticed until that moment. Now he saw his chance.
Trunks reached up, scratched his head, and did his best to imitate Goku's silly grin, "Yeah, my Da—uh, Goku, yeah, I mean Goku would kick your butt Vegeta!"
Bulma looked up in surprise to see the boy who had come from the future to warn them of the androids. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in his posture. Hand scratching the back of his head, silly grin plastered all over his face. Her eyes widened. Was it possible?!
Trunks, as if just realizing he had done something he shouldn't, quickly lowered his hand and stared at his feet. He risked a quick glance up and was delighted to see Bulma's eyes wide with surmise as she glanced quickly from him to Goku and back.
Even Vegeta had stopped ranting and was giving to two new arrivals a rather odd look.
*Could it be* Vegeta thought, *Could it be that this boy is Kakarott's brat from the future? Impossible. Kakarott's mate has black hair and eyes, just as he does, there is no way this could be Kakarott and his mate's offspring. Unless…* Vegeta's eyes widened a trifle, *I never thought Kakarott had it in him! Even I would not be so low as to have a child with one who was not my chosen mate!* Vegeta's eyes strayed involuntarily to Bulma, *Damn,* he thought to himself, *What the Hell am I thinking?! This woman is the craziest bitch I've ever met,* he smirked at the thought of what he had planned for her for messing with his gravity chamber, *Ha. But not as crazy as me!*
Bulma turned as she felt hot eyes on her. Vegeta was staring straight at her. Was he thinking what she was thinking? It was crazy! There was no way! *There's no way Goku would ever cheat on Chi-Chi! There's no way this guy can be his son!* Bulma looked again at the young man blushing down at the tips of his boots and recalled how alike he and Goku had looked when he scratched his head. And they both had the patented Son Smile. *Oh, poor Chi-Chi,* thought Bulma.
Trunks allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction as he read his parents' faces and saw them come to exactly the conclusion he wanted them to come to. *I feel bad about making Goku seem like such a bad guy,* he thought with a bit of remorse, *but there's no other way! Vegeta knows there are no other Saiyans, and if I'm going to stay here while my time machine is fixed I need a cover. If Vegeta found out he was my father it would be potentially disastrous! I need a cover for my origins, and sorry to say it, but you're nominated Goku, er, I mean Daddy.* Trunks snickered to himself silently at the thought.
Bulma seemed to pull out of her dazed stupor and turned to glare at Goku who still sat oblivious on the grass. "So Goku—why are you here. What do you want?"
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