Chap. 1
"Hey, did you sense something?" Trunks asked Goten, his best friend. His friend looked at him, perplexed. They had been walking on the street, just hanging out like normal. Luckily, school was done with for the year, or else their parents would have hit the roof. Or, more accurately, their mothers would have hit the roof. Their fathers wouldn't have cared a bit.
"Noooooooooo, not that I know of…Trunks?" Goten started. But his friend stopped him.
"Shhhhh, there it is again," he said in a hushed voice. They stopped walking in the middle of the busy street and looked around. Goten looked at his friend again.
"Trunks, are you feeling alright, old buddy?" he asked uncertainly. Trunks took one more look around before answering.
"Of course I am, don't be stupid," he scoffed. Goten glanced at him uncertainly before resuming walking. In the darkness of an alley, two scowling eyes followed the teenagers as they strolled.
"So… are you ready for that martial arts contest next week?" Goten asked, attempting to start another conversation. When Trunks stopped talking to him, he got nervous.
"Yeah… I guess so," Trunks drawled out. "My dad has been trying to train me extra hard because he thinks it would be embarrassing to the family name if I lost to you. Not that I would ever do such a stupid thing." He said the last sentence in an arrogant tone of voice, which was normal for him.
"Hah! Don't think that I'm so easily beaten, especially by someone like you," Goten shot back. With a laugh, the two friends walked into a restaurant, where the waiters eagerly served them, not knowing the two Saiya-jins' appetites. Ten minutes later, Trunks and Goten walked out, patting their now full stomachs, while the rest of the customers stared at them. In the background, the sun began to set.
"Hey, ya know, it's getting dark, I'd better be heading home," Goten said. They waved good-bye and flew off in opposite directions, to their respective homes. Trunks enjoyed the cool night air blowing in his face. He thought back to their walk. He was sure that he had felt a noticeable power level somewhere behind him. But it seemed to be barely there, as though someone was trying to hide it, trying to keep it as low as possible as not to be detected. But then he shrugged it off.
Probably just my imagination, he thought. Besides, there were more important things at to think about. For example, how he was going to explain to his father, the Prince of all the Saiya-jin, why he was late.
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"Why are you late?" his father, Vegeta, Prince of the Saiya-jins, demanded the instant Trunks' feet touched the ground outside of their house, Capsule Corp. Inwardly, he sighed, knowing how small things could get out of control with his father. His mother, Bulma Briefs, stepped outside.
"Vegeta, what's going on?" she inquired, knowing better than to get an answer right away.
"Go back inside the house, woman. This is between me and my son."
"Vegeta, he's my son, too, you know," she snapped, putting her hands on her hips.
"So?" he snorted. Bulma, having nothing to say to this, merely grumbled and turned back to the dome-shaped house. "And you," he said, turning back to Trunks, "Where have you been the whole afternoon? Wasting your time again with Kakarot's son?"
"No, we just went out to relax and have dinner, you know, so that you could have more," Trunks tried to soften his father up, unsuccessfully.
"Hah! I know that you're just trying to soften me up! Well, for your information, your mother wouldn't let me eat until you got back! Now, go to your room, and get ready to start training!" Vegeta turned back to the house. Then he stopped. "And get out of those ridiculous clothes! They're inappropriate for training in." He walked back to the house. Trunks stood there for a while, then shrugged and went inside.
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"Humph," Vegeta said as he walked inside. Stupid boy. Wasting his time with Kakarot's son, when he could have spent that precious time training and getting stronger. Well, if he loses to Kakarot's son, I'll just laugh in his face and say I told you so. Idiot. Well, that woman had better have dinner ready, especially after I tell her that he's already had dinner without us. Stupid woman. I told her that he probably had already eaten, but nooooooo, since she's my mate, she's decided that it's all right not to listen to Vegeta, Prince of the Saiya-jins. He strutted to the dinner table and sat down. Dinner proceeded as usual, silent except for the munching of food. By now, Bulma had gotten used to a Saiya-jin's eating habits. For example, you should always cook at least twenty times what a normal human being would eat, get ready for burps loud enough to wake the dead, and don't expect much of a thank you.
Suddenly, the front door burst open, and a blue streak barreled across the room to the eating Saiya-jin.
"DADDY!" it shrieked. Vegeta paused in midbite.
"Err, hi, Bra," he said uncertainly. Then his usual gruffness overcame him. "Where have you been?" The half Saiya-jin teenager laughed.
"Oh, Daddy, you know I went shopping with some of my friends, then we went to the movie theater, and we-" she was cut off.
"Ok, ok, I get the point, now sit down and eat," he grumbled. Instantly, the room was filled with swallowing and gulping and burping, sometimes followed by a small "excuse me" from Bra. Finally, both stomachs were full, and Vegeta got up to train Trunks. He immediately went to his bedroom and pulled out a blue shirt, blue pants, white boots with gold trim, and white gloves. Dressed in this attire, he made his way to the gravity room, where his son sat, deep in meditation. Vegeta immediately sent the gravity to 180 and stepped inside. Trunks, sensing his father's presence, immediately came out of his trance and got into a fighting stance. Inwardly, Vegeta smiled. He had trained his son well.
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"Had enough for today?" Vegeta said, panting. Trunks, panting as well, immediately nodded. They had been sparring for almost three hours now and Trunks was just about ready to quit. Blood trickled out of both of their mouths and a few scratches in other areas. "All right, but don't get too comfy, I'm going to train you harder tomorrow, so that you'll be ready for this contest, and won't embarrass me by losing to that idiot Kakarot's son." Trunks nodded impatiently and waited for his father to turn down the gravity before he raced to the bathroom to take a shower. Vegeta chuckled. With all this training, his son was sure to be able to beat Goten. He decided to shower himself. As he stepped into the shower he contemplated his situation. Him being weaker than Kakarot even though he was supposed to be the strongest of the Saiya-jin, well, he had gotten over that. His son stronger than him, well, that was to be expected. Trunks just had to beat Kakarot's son; he just had to. He would stand for his son to be second only to Kakarot himself. Of course, Kakarot would not be expected at this martial arts contest. He was at Ubuu's house, training the little reincarnation of evil Majin Boo. Personally, he didn't trust the tike, but Kakarot was training him, not Vegeta. He would just have to cope.
Vegeta, feeling that he had washed off all the blood and sweat, shut off the water, came out, dried himself, and donned his normal apparel, black long-sleeved shirt, and black pants. He knew he looked evil in them, which was the point. It was a good way of keeping pesky humans away from him, especially those idiots that were always walking around, looking for a donation. Of course, he could have just beaten them to a pulp, since most humans didn't have extremely high power levels. Which brought up something. What was that extraordinarily high power level he had been sensing for the few years? Could it have been a human? No, that's impossible. Humans couldn't raise their power to such a level in just a few years. Hmmm, with all the training, could Trunks have felt that power, too? He should have, it was sort of easy to feel, just not to locate. But it was definitely there. Could it be Ubuu? No, that brat wasn't at that level yet. Besides, this power just didn't feel like him. It felt foreign, new, and yet old at the same time, as if Vegeta had known or was related in some way to this power. Enigmatical. Oh, well, he'll investigate after this whole contest was over.
"Hey, did you sense something?" Trunks asked Goten, his best friend. His friend looked at him, perplexed. They had been walking on the street, just hanging out like normal. Luckily, school was done with for the year, or else their parents would have hit the roof. Or, more accurately, their mothers would have hit the roof. Their fathers wouldn't have cared a bit.
"Noooooooooo, not that I know of…Trunks?" Goten started. But his friend stopped him.
"Shhhhh, there it is again," he said in a hushed voice. They stopped walking in the middle of the busy street and looked around. Goten looked at his friend again.
"Trunks, are you feeling alright, old buddy?" he asked uncertainly. Trunks took one more look around before answering.
"Of course I am, don't be stupid," he scoffed. Goten glanced at him uncertainly before resuming walking. In the darkness of an alley, two scowling eyes followed the teenagers as they strolled.
"So… are you ready for that martial arts contest next week?" Goten asked, attempting to start another conversation. When Trunks stopped talking to him, he got nervous.
"Yeah… I guess so," Trunks drawled out. "My dad has been trying to train me extra hard because he thinks it would be embarrassing to the family name if I lost to you. Not that I would ever do such a stupid thing." He said the last sentence in an arrogant tone of voice, which was normal for him.
"Hah! Don't think that I'm so easily beaten, especially by someone like you," Goten shot back. With a laugh, the two friends walked into a restaurant, where the waiters eagerly served them, not knowing the two Saiya-jins' appetites. Ten minutes later, Trunks and Goten walked out, patting their now full stomachs, while the rest of the customers stared at them. In the background, the sun began to set.
"Hey, ya know, it's getting dark, I'd better be heading home," Goten said. They waved good-bye and flew off in opposite directions, to their respective homes. Trunks enjoyed the cool night air blowing in his face. He thought back to their walk. He was sure that he had felt a noticeable power level somewhere behind him. But it seemed to be barely there, as though someone was trying to hide it, trying to keep it as low as possible as not to be detected. But then he shrugged it off.
Probably just my imagination, he thought. Besides, there were more important things at to think about. For example, how he was going to explain to his father, the Prince of all the Saiya-jin, why he was late.
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"Why are you late?" his father, Vegeta, Prince of the Saiya-jins, demanded the instant Trunks' feet touched the ground outside of their house, Capsule Corp. Inwardly, he sighed, knowing how small things could get out of control with his father. His mother, Bulma Briefs, stepped outside.
"Vegeta, what's going on?" she inquired, knowing better than to get an answer right away.
"Go back inside the house, woman. This is between me and my son."
"Vegeta, he's my son, too, you know," she snapped, putting her hands on her hips.
"So?" he snorted. Bulma, having nothing to say to this, merely grumbled and turned back to the dome-shaped house. "And you," he said, turning back to Trunks, "Where have you been the whole afternoon? Wasting your time again with Kakarot's son?"
"No, we just went out to relax and have dinner, you know, so that you could have more," Trunks tried to soften his father up, unsuccessfully.
"Hah! I know that you're just trying to soften me up! Well, for your information, your mother wouldn't let me eat until you got back! Now, go to your room, and get ready to start training!" Vegeta turned back to the house. Then he stopped. "And get out of those ridiculous clothes! They're inappropriate for training in." He walked back to the house. Trunks stood there for a while, then shrugged and went inside.
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"Humph," Vegeta said as he walked inside. Stupid boy. Wasting his time with Kakarot's son, when he could have spent that precious time training and getting stronger. Well, if he loses to Kakarot's son, I'll just laugh in his face and say I told you so. Idiot. Well, that woman had better have dinner ready, especially after I tell her that he's already had dinner without us. Stupid woman. I told her that he probably had already eaten, but nooooooo, since she's my mate, she's decided that it's all right not to listen to Vegeta, Prince of the Saiya-jins. He strutted to the dinner table and sat down. Dinner proceeded as usual, silent except for the munching of food. By now, Bulma had gotten used to a Saiya-jin's eating habits. For example, you should always cook at least twenty times what a normal human being would eat, get ready for burps loud enough to wake the dead, and don't expect much of a thank you.
Suddenly, the front door burst open, and a blue streak barreled across the room to the eating Saiya-jin.
"DADDY!" it shrieked. Vegeta paused in midbite.
"Err, hi, Bra," he said uncertainly. Then his usual gruffness overcame him. "Where have you been?" The half Saiya-jin teenager laughed.
"Oh, Daddy, you know I went shopping with some of my friends, then we went to the movie theater, and we-" she was cut off.
"Ok, ok, I get the point, now sit down and eat," he grumbled. Instantly, the room was filled with swallowing and gulping and burping, sometimes followed by a small "excuse me" from Bra. Finally, both stomachs were full, and Vegeta got up to train Trunks. He immediately went to his bedroom and pulled out a blue shirt, blue pants, white boots with gold trim, and white gloves. Dressed in this attire, he made his way to the gravity room, where his son sat, deep in meditation. Vegeta immediately sent the gravity to 180 and stepped inside. Trunks, sensing his father's presence, immediately came out of his trance and got into a fighting stance. Inwardly, Vegeta smiled. He had trained his son well.
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"Had enough for today?" Vegeta said, panting. Trunks, panting as well, immediately nodded. They had been sparring for almost three hours now and Trunks was just about ready to quit. Blood trickled out of both of their mouths and a few scratches in other areas. "All right, but don't get too comfy, I'm going to train you harder tomorrow, so that you'll be ready for this contest, and won't embarrass me by losing to that idiot Kakarot's son." Trunks nodded impatiently and waited for his father to turn down the gravity before he raced to the bathroom to take a shower. Vegeta chuckled. With all this training, his son was sure to be able to beat Goten. He decided to shower himself. As he stepped into the shower he contemplated his situation. Him being weaker than Kakarot even though he was supposed to be the strongest of the Saiya-jin, well, he had gotten over that. His son stronger than him, well, that was to be expected. Trunks just had to beat Kakarot's son; he just had to. He would stand for his son to be second only to Kakarot himself. Of course, Kakarot would not be expected at this martial arts contest. He was at Ubuu's house, training the little reincarnation of evil Majin Boo. Personally, he didn't trust the tike, but Kakarot was training him, not Vegeta. He would just have to cope.
Vegeta, feeling that he had washed off all the blood and sweat, shut off the water, came out, dried himself, and donned his normal apparel, black long-sleeved shirt, and black pants. He knew he looked evil in them, which was the point. It was a good way of keeping pesky humans away from him, especially those idiots that were always walking around, looking for a donation. Of course, he could have just beaten them to a pulp, since most humans didn't have extremely high power levels. Which brought up something. What was that extraordinarily high power level he had been sensing for the few years? Could it have been a human? No, that's impossible. Humans couldn't raise their power to such a level in just a few years. Hmmm, with all the training, could Trunks have felt that power, too? He should have, it was sort of easy to feel, just not to locate. But it was definitely there. Could it be Ubuu? No, that brat wasn't at that level yet. Besides, this power just didn't feel like him. It felt foreign, new, and yet old at the same time, as if Vegeta had known or was related in some way to this power. Enigmatical. Oh, well, he'll investigate after this whole contest was over.