It had only been 3 months it seemed like an eternity though. That night he
had been star gazing again much as he was doing now when he heard sounds of
screams or arguing rather being carried to him by the cool night breeze.
He realized it was coming from the direction of his house and descided to
go take a closer look. He figured his mother was bickering at his father
again, he drifted through the air to his house entering through his room's
open window. He then lowered his power to keep his father from feeling his
presence (jeese trunks do this often) and crept through the halls of his
house till he arrived at the kitchen door. He peaked through the crack in
the door revealing his mother who appeared quite fightened.
This surprised him since she was normally to bossy over his dad to get scared. His father then walked into sight and Trunks gasped, his dad looked awful. He was creeping around like a drunkin earth man. Trunks knew he couldn't have been drunk though, it would take barrols of beer to get a saiyin drunk. Trunks heart began to beat harder as nervous fear came over him.
Trunks was right. His father wasn't drunk he was going more or less insane. The long contemplations and immposible training sessions that his father forced himself through; were to much even for his great power. He was ruining the best of his life over his own selfishnish, his own stupid pride.
Bulma was pleading with him to calm down it didn't help though, if anything it made things worse.
"Don't you tell me what to do you fucking bitch," Vegeta screamed though his speech was slured and messy, "I'm tired of your bossy sass woman" A ball of light then appeared in his hand bringing the room into white light. He raised it up and pointed it directly at Bulma…
"Noooooooooo!!!" Trunks screamed his heart beating savagley. Tears leaked from those deep blue eyes as he dashed from behind the door. His lavender hair turned gold at the tips as his power came like lightning surging through his body. His eyes turned to a tough green as gold surged down the rest of his hair. He was only eigt bt his power grew more fierce than his father's had ever been as his fear and anger grew. It was to late though, Vegeta had released the deadly force of the energy wave and Bulma lay cold on the ground.
Trunks was stunned. He just stood there, he couldn't move, he couldn't talk, all he could do was cry. He knew it was weak of him he knew he should do something, but he didn't, tears just leaked as he stood helpless. He became weak from all the strong emotions that were powering through him and fell to his knees. He brought his mother to his lap begging her to come back, but even though he was young he still knew it was not possible. Even though his tears, with the pure love that they held inside them dropped over her, this wasn't a disney movie, it didn't help.
Time slowed as it always does on your hardest moments. The world around him had become silent to his ears. He could only hear the far away sounds of words begging for life that flooded from his mouth as tears did from his eyes. He could only feel the wild beating of his heart and the weight of his mother in his arms. The smell of pain hung like a cloud over top of him. He could taste the sweet sweat that covered his body as he moistened his lips and he could see himself reflecting in his mothers staring eyes.
The room remained the same as if time had not only slowed but stopped till a bang broke the silence. The clatter knocked Trunks out of his trance and the reality of the sad room became clear. The clatter had been his father, weak from confusion, collapsing on the floor. Trunks did not hate his father for it was not he who had done this it was the stupid ambition and pride of a saiyan that flowed through his father's blood, but he knew he could never forgive him. Feeling he could no longer just sit there Trunks gently rested his mother to the floor and got up. Normally standing is a task that takes little effort, but Trunks struggled to stand as the weight of his problems held him down. He descided to write a note to his grandfather then leave. He was young and scared he didn't know how foolish it was to run away from his problems. He didn't realize how scared his grandparents would be when they found their daughter dead and Trunks gone. All Trunks knew was that he could stay here no longer. That is how his knew life began.
This surprised him since she was normally to bossy over his dad to get scared. His father then walked into sight and Trunks gasped, his dad looked awful. He was creeping around like a drunkin earth man. Trunks knew he couldn't have been drunk though, it would take barrols of beer to get a saiyin drunk. Trunks heart began to beat harder as nervous fear came over him.
Trunks was right. His father wasn't drunk he was going more or less insane. The long contemplations and immposible training sessions that his father forced himself through; were to much even for his great power. He was ruining the best of his life over his own selfishnish, his own stupid pride.
Bulma was pleading with him to calm down it didn't help though, if anything it made things worse.
"Don't you tell me what to do you fucking bitch," Vegeta screamed though his speech was slured and messy, "I'm tired of your bossy sass woman" A ball of light then appeared in his hand bringing the room into white light. He raised it up and pointed it directly at Bulma…
"Noooooooooo!!!" Trunks screamed his heart beating savagley. Tears leaked from those deep blue eyes as he dashed from behind the door. His lavender hair turned gold at the tips as his power came like lightning surging through his body. His eyes turned to a tough green as gold surged down the rest of his hair. He was only eigt bt his power grew more fierce than his father's had ever been as his fear and anger grew. It was to late though, Vegeta had released the deadly force of the energy wave and Bulma lay cold on the ground.
Trunks was stunned. He just stood there, he couldn't move, he couldn't talk, all he could do was cry. He knew it was weak of him he knew he should do something, but he didn't, tears just leaked as he stood helpless. He became weak from all the strong emotions that were powering through him and fell to his knees. He brought his mother to his lap begging her to come back, but even though he was young he still knew it was not possible. Even though his tears, with the pure love that they held inside them dropped over her, this wasn't a disney movie, it didn't help.
Time slowed as it always does on your hardest moments. The world around him had become silent to his ears. He could only hear the far away sounds of words begging for life that flooded from his mouth as tears did from his eyes. He could only feel the wild beating of his heart and the weight of his mother in his arms. The smell of pain hung like a cloud over top of him. He could taste the sweet sweat that covered his body as he moistened his lips and he could see himself reflecting in his mothers staring eyes.
The room remained the same as if time had not only slowed but stopped till a bang broke the silence. The clatter knocked Trunks out of his trance and the reality of the sad room became clear. The clatter had been his father, weak from confusion, collapsing on the floor. Trunks did not hate his father for it was not he who had done this it was the stupid ambition and pride of a saiyan that flowed through his father's blood, but he knew he could never forgive him. Feeling he could no longer just sit there Trunks gently rested his mother to the floor and got up. Normally standing is a task that takes little effort, but Trunks struggled to stand as the weight of his problems held him down. He descided to write a note to his grandfather then leave. He was young and scared he didn't know how foolish it was to run away from his problems. He didn't realize how scared his grandparents would be when they found their daughter dead and Trunks gone. All Trunks knew was that he could stay here no longer. That is how his knew life began.