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Last Time:
Bulma & Vegeta:
Staring angrily up at Vegeta, Bulma saw something spark in his eyes, and she realized how close they were standing together. Hesitantly, she reached up and put her hand to his cheek, wanting to see the warmth behind those cold eyes again. He did not pull away. Slowly she leaned forward and kissed him. His lips were warm and soft, and reflected none of the harshness of his eyes when they hesitantly returned the kiss.
Goku:
"So, does this mean I can stay?" he asked the empty room.
Taking the silence as a yes, Goku went to the kitchen to fix himself something to eat.
Trunks:
Up a flight of stairs, and down a long hall, Mirai Trunks groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. *I can't believe these people are my parents,* he thought, dreaming wistfully of his own, quiet reserved mother. "Don't they ever stop screaming," he mumbled to himself as he drifted off to sleep, pillow clenched tightly over his ears.
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Trunks trudged wearily down the stairs and into the kitchen, where the sound of Goku eating his breakfast echoed noisily. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. He always felt horrible after he was woken up in the middle of the night.
Entering the kitchen, he was greeted by an interesting scene. Goku chowing down on a huge pile of pancakes, while his parents studiously ignored each other.
"Hio Twnks, uu wnnt shm pncks?"[Translation: "Hiya Trunks, you want some pancakes?"]
Trunks barely dodged several good-sized chunks of pancake that came flying out of Goku's mouth along with the question and managed to grab a plate and begin piling it high before Goku could ask again.
Vegeta snorted, "You're disgusting Kakkarott," while shoving three pancakes into his own mouth at once.
Goku, confused look on his face, opened his mouth to ask what he was talking about when WHAP!
Bulma stood over the cowering Goku with a spatula in her hand, "Don't talk with your mouth full Goku!"
"Swwwry Blma," Goku said around a large chunk of pancake.
WHAP! "What did I just SAY Goku?"
This time Goku had learned his lesson and just blinked meekly up at the spatula wielding Bulma.
Vegeta laughed, "Ha ha, Kakkarott, looks like you've finally met an enemy you can't defeat!"
WHAP! "What the HELL was that for woman?!" Vegeta growled up at Bulma, standing over him with her spatula.
"THAT was for laughing at Goku!"
Vegeta growled and pushed his chair away from the table, standing up. "I'm going to train."
"Fine!"
"FINE," Vegeta roared back, stalking from the room.
Trunks started laughing and began choking on a pancake. The picture of his mother cowing two of the most powerful men in the universe with her spatula just too much!
Bulma turned on the laughing Trunks and raised her spatula menacingly.
Trunks took one look at her face and fled, leaving Bulma in peace.
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Walking out the front door, Trunks noticed someone landing on the front lawn. Squinting into the early morning sunlight, he saw a small figure, weighed down by several large bags.
"Gohan, is that you?" Trunks called to the staggering figure.
Gohan dropped the bags to the grass and smiled up at Trunks, "Hey, it's you! My mom said you were here—what are you doing here? I mean, aren't you supposed to be back in the future?"
"Well," sighed Trunks, "It's a long story, but the short of it is, I'm stuck here because my time machine is broken down. I was just about to head down to the lab to work on it when I saw you coming in. So what's up? Is all of that stuff for Goku?"
"Yeah," Gohan scuffed his feet bashfully, "Is he here?"
"Is who here," asked Goku, stepping up behind Trunks, "Oh, hi Gohan! Did your mom send you here to tell me I could come home?" Goku asked hopefully.
"Ugh, not exactly Dad," Gohan said with a blush, "Actually, she sent me here with some of your stuff and told me to tell you not to come home until she called you."
"What?" Goku asked, upset, "What happened to a week?"
"Ahh, well, Dad, she found out that you took me sparring last week when I was supposed to be studying…"
Goku blanched, "Uh oh."
"Yeah, anyway, she's pretty mad. She said I couldn't spar today, I have to study to make up for last week."
Goku sighed, "That's ok Gohan. Thanks for bringing my stuff over. Do you know where Piccolo is?"
"Yeah, he told me to tell you that he's going to do some deep meditation today, so I guess you're on your own, sorry Dad."
"That's ok Gohan. You'd better get going before your mother comes after us both!"
"Ok, see you later Dad," Gohan yelled over his shoulder as he sped off towards home and his waiting studies.
*What am I going to do now,* thought a sad Goku, walking up the stairs and depositing the bags on his bed. After a moment of thought, he brightened. Maybe Vegeta would spar with him!
Happy grin returned to its place, Goku hopped lightly out his window, headed for the Gravity Chamber.
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Trunks watched Goku sigh and gather up his bags as Gohan sped off into the distance. He felt a twinge of sympathy at the sad look on Goku's face. Trunks shook it off. He had to fix his ship! The timeline was disintegrating before his very eyes!
Towards the very end, yesterday, he had almost had it—he could feel it! Today was the day—he would figure out what was wrong and return to his own time—before he did anymore damage. With a pained grimace, Trunks turned on heel and marched determinedly back towards the lab.
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Vegeta was so deeply enmeshed in his training that he almost didn't notice when the gravity in the room began to return to normal.
Almost.
Vegeta turned to face the door, his mind already racing to think up insults to throw at the woman who DARED interrupt his training!
*Yeah, just keep telling yourself that Vegeta*
*What??! Who the HELL are YOU?*
*I'm your good side Vegeta.*
*Ridiculous, I don't HAVE a good side!*
*You know you want to see her Vegeta*
*Shut up!*
*Ok, ok, I was just saying that you like her, right?*
*Yeah…wait a minute! What the hell are you talking about? I do NOT like her!*
*Yeah, right.*
*Grr, shut up and get the hell out of my head before I blast you!*
*You'd be blasting yourself then Vegeta.*
*Grr, it'd be worth it to be rid of you!*
*Shh, she's coming in.*
*What? Where?*
*Ha, gotcha!*
*ARGH—LEAVE ME ALONE!*
Just as Vegeta was weighing the pros and cons of using a Big Bang Attack on his head, the computer's voice echoed through the chamber, "Gravity Simulation now complete. Atmosphere returned to 1 earth gravity. Inquiry: Ok to enter? Affirmative. Access granted."
Vegeta watched as the door to the Gravity Chamber slowly swung open.
***Ooh, cliffhanger! Muahahahaha ::Vegeta laugh:: R&R please!***
{A/N}- Thanks for reviewing everybody, and please keep it up! I'm attention starved, I crave your feedback!]
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Last Time:
Bulma & Vegeta:
Staring angrily up at Vegeta, Bulma saw something spark in his eyes, and she realized how close they were standing together. Hesitantly, she reached up and put her hand to his cheek, wanting to see the warmth behind those cold eyes again. He did not pull away. Slowly she leaned forward and kissed him. His lips were warm and soft, and reflected none of the harshness of his eyes when they hesitantly returned the kiss.
Goku:
"So, does this mean I can stay?" he asked the empty room.
Taking the silence as a yes, Goku went to the kitchen to fix himself something to eat.
Trunks:
Up a flight of stairs, and down a long hall, Mirai Trunks groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. *I can't believe these people are my parents,* he thought, dreaming wistfully of his own, quiet reserved mother. "Don't they ever stop screaming," he mumbled to himself as he drifted off to sleep, pillow clenched tightly over his ears.
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Trunks trudged wearily down the stairs and into the kitchen, where the sound of Goku eating his breakfast echoed noisily. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. He always felt horrible after he was woken up in the middle of the night.
Entering the kitchen, he was greeted by an interesting scene. Goku chowing down on a huge pile of pancakes, while his parents studiously ignored each other.
"Hio Twnks, uu wnnt shm pncks?"[Translation: "Hiya Trunks, you want some pancakes?"]
Trunks barely dodged several good-sized chunks of pancake that came flying out of Goku's mouth along with the question and managed to grab a plate and begin piling it high before Goku could ask again.
Vegeta snorted, "You're disgusting Kakkarott," while shoving three pancakes into his own mouth at once.
Goku, confused look on his face, opened his mouth to ask what he was talking about when WHAP!
Bulma stood over the cowering Goku with a spatula in her hand, "Don't talk with your mouth full Goku!"
"Swwwry Blma," Goku said around a large chunk of pancake.
WHAP! "What did I just SAY Goku?"
This time Goku had learned his lesson and just blinked meekly up at the spatula wielding Bulma.
Vegeta laughed, "Ha ha, Kakkarott, looks like you've finally met an enemy you can't defeat!"
WHAP! "What the HELL was that for woman?!" Vegeta growled up at Bulma, standing over him with her spatula.
"THAT was for laughing at Goku!"
Vegeta growled and pushed his chair away from the table, standing up. "I'm going to train."
"Fine!"
"FINE," Vegeta roared back, stalking from the room.
Trunks started laughing and began choking on a pancake. The picture of his mother cowing two of the most powerful men in the universe with her spatula just too much!
Bulma turned on the laughing Trunks and raised her spatula menacingly.
Trunks took one look at her face and fled, leaving Bulma in peace.
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Walking out the front door, Trunks noticed someone landing on the front lawn. Squinting into the early morning sunlight, he saw a small figure, weighed down by several large bags.
"Gohan, is that you?" Trunks called to the staggering figure.
Gohan dropped the bags to the grass and smiled up at Trunks, "Hey, it's you! My mom said you were here—what are you doing here? I mean, aren't you supposed to be back in the future?"
"Well," sighed Trunks, "It's a long story, but the short of it is, I'm stuck here because my time machine is broken down. I was just about to head down to the lab to work on it when I saw you coming in. So what's up? Is all of that stuff for Goku?"
"Yeah," Gohan scuffed his feet bashfully, "Is he here?"
"Is who here," asked Goku, stepping up behind Trunks, "Oh, hi Gohan! Did your mom send you here to tell me I could come home?" Goku asked hopefully.
"Ugh, not exactly Dad," Gohan said with a blush, "Actually, she sent me here with some of your stuff and told me to tell you not to come home until she called you."
"What?" Goku asked, upset, "What happened to a week?"
"Ahh, well, Dad, she found out that you took me sparring last week when I was supposed to be studying…"
Goku blanched, "Uh oh."
"Yeah, anyway, she's pretty mad. She said I couldn't spar today, I have to study to make up for last week."
Goku sighed, "That's ok Gohan. Thanks for bringing my stuff over. Do you know where Piccolo is?"
"Yeah, he told me to tell you that he's going to do some deep meditation today, so I guess you're on your own, sorry Dad."
"That's ok Gohan. You'd better get going before your mother comes after us both!"
"Ok, see you later Dad," Gohan yelled over his shoulder as he sped off towards home and his waiting studies.
*What am I going to do now,* thought a sad Goku, walking up the stairs and depositing the bags on his bed. After a moment of thought, he brightened. Maybe Vegeta would spar with him!
Happy grin returned to its place, Goku hopped lightly out his window, headed for the Gravity Chamber.
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Trunks watched Goku sigh and gather up his bags as Gohan sped off into the distance. He felt a twinge of sympathy at the sad look on Goku's face. Trunks shook it off. He had to fix his ship! The timeline was disintegrating before his very eyes!
Towards the very end, yesterday, he had almost had it—he could feel it! Today was the day—he would figure out what was wrong and return to his own time—before he did anymore damage. With a pained grimace, Trunks turned on heel and marched determinedly back towards the lab.
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Vegeta was so deeply enmeshed in his training that he almost didn't notice when the gravity in the room began to return to normal.
Almost.
Vegeta turned to face the door, his mind already racing to think up insults to throw at the woman who DARED interrupt his training!
*Yeah, just keep telling yourself that Vegeta*
*What??! Who the HELL are YOU?*
*I'm your good side Vegeta.*
*Ridiculous, I don't HAVE a good side!*
*You know you want to see her Vegeta*
*Shut up!*
*Ok, ok, I was just saying that you like her, right?*
*Yeah…wait a minute! What the hell are you talking about? I do NOT like her!*
*Yeah, right.*
*Grr, shut up and get the hell out of my head before I blast you!*
*You'd be blasting yourself then Vegeta.*
*Grr, it'd be worth it to be rid of you!*
*Shh, she's coming in.*
*What? Where?*
*Ha, gotcha!*
*ARGH—LEAVE ME ALONE!*
Just as Vegeta was weighing the pros and cons of using a Big Bang Attack on his head, the computer's voice echoed through the chamber, "Gravity Simulation now complete. Atmosphere returned to 1 earth gravity. Inquiry: Ok to enter? Affirmative. Access granted."
Vegeta watched as the door to the Gravity Chamber slowly swung open.
***Ooh, cliffhanger! Muahahahaha ::Vegeta laugh:: R&R please!***