Chap. 6
I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead, that was the only thought that could race through Trunks' mind as he faced his father, the Prince of Saiya- jins.
What, is pretty boy scared of the big bad Saiya-jin? Ticco mocked in his head.
Oh, shut up and stay out of my mind, he thought back. I can barely concentrate without you around.
"Are you ready?" Vegeta asked from the other side.
"When you are," Trunks responded, trying to hide the fear in his voice.
"FIGHT!" the announcer cried. Vegeta crouched. Watch his muscles, Trunks thought, a single twitch of his muscle will tell me which way he decides to go. Come on, twitch, already! Trunks was suddenly wishing that he had trained more and hung out less. Waste of time. He figured that his father really did love him, and wasn't going to kill him, but that was irrelevant. All he knew was that his dad wasn't going to show too much mercy, even for his own flesh and blood. Unless it was Bra, he though bitterly. His father did always have a thing for Bra. Suddenly, he saw a slight jerk in his father's right leg. He crouched down. He's going to the right front and try to go too fast for me to see, he thought.
"Oy, hurry up with the fight already!" someone shouted.
Grr, would he be quiet?! Can't he see that I'm trying to concentrate?!
"Well? I wanna see some action here!" the guy shouted again.
"Hey, would you shut up?! This is our fight, not yours!" Trunks yelled back, getting a bit pissed off. The guy was stunned into silence. Then he looked to where his father was. Had been. He was gone! Frantic, Trunks looked around and tried to find his father. Suddenly, there was a great WHACK on his head, and momentarily he saw stars.
Well, go for the "the enemy's not focusing, so I'll just go for the head" idea, Trunks grumbled in his mind. Cheater.
Puh-lease! That was a perfectly sensible move. I probably would have done it. Besides, you're such an idiot that nothing could get your attention short of that. Your father was trying to coax out of you a good fight, not that that will ever happen, Ticco snorted.
Hey, shut up, you, I'm trying to fight here, Trunks snarled.
The word trying plays a key role here, Ticco thought. Trunks began to grow angry.
This fight isn't your business! Why don't you just butt out?! Suddenly, his dad appeared right in front of his, looking at his, scowling. Not that he ever stopped. Surprised, Trunks stepped back a little.
"Trunks," he growled. "You aren't fighting at all. What is wrong with you?"
"Sorry, Dad, but that nosey snob over there is interfering with my concentration," he said, jerking his head in Ticco's direction.
Look who's talking, Mr. I'm-too-pretty-to-fight, Ticco mentally snapped back. Trunks began to grind his teeth.
"Trunks, ignore him, he's probably trying to get you to turn Super Saiya- jin," Vegeta said simply. "Now, CONCENTRATE!"
"Yes, sir," mumbled Trunks.
Sigh, you know me too well, Ticco thought.
Don't worry, you'll get to see Super Saiya-jin soon enough, he thought back. But for now, try not to interfere with this fight. It would be cheating.
As you wish. At least he listened to him, he hoped. Vegeta turned his attention back to the fight with his own flesh and blood.
"Ok, then, let's try this again, and this time, no interruptions," Trunks said, shooting a glance at Ticco. Ticco snorted. Then Vegeta shot his left fist at Trunks' head. Trunks moved aside, and then tried to kick his father's leg. Avoiding that easily, Vegeta jumped into the air, with Trunks following him.
"Hey, Dad," Trunks said. "That Ticco guy seems to know you pretty well."
"Mmm," Vegeta replied, blocking his punch.
"D'ya think that he could be a Saiya-jin?" Trunks questioned.
"There is no possible way that Ticco could be a Saiya-jin, unless there was a fifth Saiya-jin that was away from the planet when Frieza blew it up," Vegeta said, aiming a kick at Trunks' head.
"Yeah, but he acts like one, OOF!" Trunks' breath whooshed out as Vegeta gave a well-placed blow to his stomach.
"I supposed you're right about that," his father said. Then, as Trunks doubled over in pain, Vegeta raised his elbow and whacked Trunks in the back of his head. Trunks began to somersault in the air as he fell towards the stadium below. Wincing in pain, Trunks managed to open one eye just in time to see the ground growing increasingly large. Concentrating, he flipped over and landed on his feet. Vegeta floated down.
"Your skills are getting rusty," Vegeta said, irritated. "You should spend less time with Goten and more time in the gravity room."
"Sorry, Dad," Trunks mumbled. Vegeta leaned closer.
"This is for you, not for me," he muttered. "Apologize to yourself, not to me." Then he backed away and crouched again. Trunks sighed. Life could be so difficult with a Saiya-jin prince around. It's lucky that Goku had hit his head when he was a kid otherwise things could be worse. Of course, if Goku hadn't hit his head, then the Earth wouldn't be here in the first place, and neither would Trunks.
"C'mon, Trunks, I know you can be stronger than this! Beat Daddy!" Bra yelled. Then, catching the glare from Vegeta's side of the ring, hastily apologized. "Sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean that, I just wanted to show off!" Trunks said nothing. He thought that he had already broken some of his ribs from trying not to laugh.
"Ha ha, very funny," Vegeta growled.
"Heh heh," she smiled sheepishly, and then muttered, "Boy, am I in trouble for this."
Do all the offspring of the humans act like this? Because if so, then I might respect this planet more for being like Vegetasei, Ticco commented.
Some do, some don't, it depends, Vegeta replied, making a note of Bra's blabbermouth for future reference.
"Don't worry about Bra, just worry about this fight, Dad," Trunks managed to say between gasps of air.
"You're asking for it, too," Vegeta grumbled at him.
"Sorry," Trunks apologized, chuckling. Suddenly, his nose seemed to cave in on his face, and he felt a fist on his face. "OW!" Stumbling back, he brought his hand to his nose. It was tender and wet from blood. "DAD!!!!!"
"I warned you," Vegeta said simply.
"Baka," Trunks muttered under his breath as he rubbed his nose. Unfortunately, Vegeta heard.
"What did you call me?" he asked, his voice dangerously soft.
"I mean…um…nothing," Trunks finished lamely.
Ha! My grandma could have thought of something better to say, Ticco thought to himself.
Well, I'm not your grandma, thank Kami, Trunks snorted back.
Thank Kami, indeed. I probably would have killed myself out of embarrassment that anyone like you was in my family.
Jerk.
Hentai.
Baka.
Onore.
SHUT UP, THE BOTH OF YOU! Vegeta suddenly intervened.
Yes, sir, they both thought weakly.
Kami, what do I have to do to get a proper match around here?!
"Um…excuse me, are you both busy, because the crowd wants to see a match, here…" the announcer attempted to restore order.
"We are having some…inner conflicts," Trunks said coolly.
"Uh…I see…okay then," he left shaking his head. Trunks wondered why, then the reality struck him.
He thinks we're crazy! He became indignant.
Well, I can see why he would think that with you, but with Vegeta, that's an insult. There he goes again.
Ahem!
Sorry, it was just so easy. Never mind, I'll stop.
Finally.
"And…fight…again," the man said uncertainly.
Now it'll start getting really good.
I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead, that was the only thought that could race through Trunks' mind as he faced his father, the Prince of Saiya- jins.
What, is pretty boy scared of the big bad Saiya-jin? Ticco mocked in his head.
Oh, shut up and stay out of my mind, he thought back. I can barely concentrate without you around.
"Are you ready?" Vegeta asked from the other side.
"When you are," Trunks responded, trying to hide the fear in his voice.
"FIGHT!" the announcer cried. Vegeta crouched. Watch his muscles, Trunks thought, a single twitch of his muscle will tell me which way he decides to go. Come on, twitch, already! Trunks was suddenly wishing that he had trained more and hung out less. Waste of time. He figured that his father really did love him, and wasn't going to kill him, but that was irrelevant. All he knew was that his dad wasn't going to show too much mercy, even for his own flesh and blood. Unless it was Bra, he though bitterly. His father did always have a thing for Bra. Suddenly, he saw a slight jerk in his father's right leg. He crouched down. He's going to the right front and try to go too fast for me to see, he thought.
"Oy, hurry up with the fight already!" someone shouted.
Grr, would he be quiet?! Can't he see that I'm trying to concentrate?!
"Well? I wanna see some action here!" the guy shouted again.
"Hey, would you shut up?! This is our fight, not yours!" Trunks yelled back, getting a bit pissed off. The guy was stunned into silence. Then he looked to where his father was. Had been. He was gone! Frantic, Trunks looked around and tried to find his father. Suddenly, there was a great WHACK on his head, and momentarily he saw stars.
Well, go for the "the enemy's not focusing, so I'll just go for the head" idea, Trunks grumbled in his mind. Cheater.
Puh-lease! That was a perfectly sensible move. I probably would have done it. Besides, you're such an idiot that nothing could get your attention short of that. Your father was trying to coax out of you a good fight, not that that will ever happen, Ticco snorted.
Hey, shut up, you, I'm trying to fight here, Trunks snarled.
The word trying plays a key role here, Ticco thought. Trunks began to grow angry.
This fight isn't your business! Why don't you just butt out?! Suddenly, his dad appeared right in front of his, looking at his, scowling. Not that he ever stopped. Surprised, Trunks stepped back a little.
"Trunks," he growled. "You aren't fighting at all. What is wrong with you?"
"Sorry, Dad, but that nosey snob over there is interfering with my concentration," he said, jerking his head in Ticco's direction.
Look who's talking, Mr. I'm-too-pretty-to-fight, Ticco mentally snapped back. Trunks began to grind his teeth.
"Trunks, ignore him, he's probably trying to get you to turn Super Saiya- jin," Vegeta said simply. "Now, CONCENTRATE!"
"Yes, sir," mumbled Trunks.
Sigh, you know me too well, Ticco thought.
Don't worry, you'll get to see Super Saiya-jin soon enough, he thought back. But for now, try not to interfere with this fight. It would be cheating.
As you wish. At least he listened to him, he hoped. Vegeta turned his attention back to the fight with his own flesh and blood.
"Ok, then, let's try this again, and this time, no interruptions," Trunks said, shooting a glance at Ticco. Ticco snorted. Then Vegeta shot his left fist at Trunks' head. Trunks moved aside, and then tried to kick his father's leg. Avoiding that easily, Vegeta jumped into the air, with Trunks following him.
"Hey, Dad," Trunks said. "That Ticco guy seems to know you pretty well."
"Mmm," Vegeta replied, blocking his punch.
"D'ya think that he could be a Saiya-jin?" Trunks questioned.
"There is no possible way that Ticco could be a Saiya-jin, unless there was a fifth Saiya-jin that was away from the planet when Frieza blew it up," Vegeta said, aiming a kick at Trunks' head.
"Yeah, but he acts like one, OOF!" Trunks' breath whooshed out as Vegeta gave a well-placed blow to his stomach.
"I supposed you're right about that," his father said. Then, as Trunks doubled over in pain, Vegeta raised his elbow and whacked Trunks in the back of his head. Trunks began to somersault in the air as he fell towards the stadium below. Wincing in pain, Trunks managed to open one eye just in time to see the ground growing increasingly large. Concentrating, he flipped over and landed on his feet. Vegeta floated down.
"Your skills are getting rusty," Vegeta said, irritated. "You should spend less time with Goten and more time in the gravity room."
"Sorry, Dad," Trunks mumbled. Vegeta leaned closer.
"This is for you, not for me," he muttered. "Apologize to yourself, not to me." Then he backed away and crouched again. Trunks sighed. Life could be so difficult with a Saiya-jin prince around. It's lucky that Goku had hit his head when he was a kid otherwise things could be worse. Of course, if Goku hadn't hit his head, then the Earth wouldn't be here in the first place, and neither would Trunks.
"C'mon, Trunks, I know you can be stronger than this! Beat Daddy!" Bra yelled. Then, catching the glare from Vegeta's side of the ring, hastily apologized. "Sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean that, I just wanted to show off!" Trunks said nothing. He thought that he had already broken some of his ribs from trying not to laugh.
"Ha ha, very funny," Vegeta growled.
"Heh heh," she smiled sheepishly, and then muttered, "Boy, am I in trouble for this."
Do all the offspring of the humans act like this? Because if so, then I might respect this planet more for being like Vegetasei, Ticco commented.
Some do, some don't, it depends, Vegeta replied, making a note of Bra's blabbermouth for future reference.
"Don't worry about Bra, just worry about this fight, Dad," Trunks managed to say between gasps of air.
"You're asking for it, too," Vegeta grumbled at him.
"Sorry," Trunks apologized, chuckling. Suddenly, his nose seemed to cave in on his face, and he felt a fist on his face. "OW!" Stumbling back, he brought his hand to his nose. It was tender and wet from blood. "DAD!!!!!"
"I warned you," Vegeta said simply.
"Baka," Trunks muttered under his breath as he rubbed his nose. Unfortunately, Vegeta heard.
"What did you call me?" he asked, his voice dangerously soft.
"I mean…um…nothing," Trunks finished lamely.
Ha! My grandma could have thought of something better to say, Ticco thought to himself.
Well, I'm not your grandma, thank Kami, Trunks snorted back.
Thank Kami, indeed. I probably would have killed myself out of embarrassment that anyone like you was in my family.
Jerk.
Hentai.
Baka.
Onore.
SHUT UP, THE BOTH OF YOU! Vegeta suddenly intervened.
Yes, sir, they both thought weakly.
Kami, what do I have to do to get a proper match around here?!
"Um…excuse me, are you both busy, because the crowd wants to see a match, here…" the announcer attempted to restore order.
"We are having some…inner conflicts," Trunks said coolly.
"Uh…I see…okay then," he left shaking his head. Trunks wondered why, then the reality struck him.
He thinks we're crazy! He became indignant.
Well, I can see why he would think that with you, but with Vegeta, that's an insult. There he goes again.
Ahem!
Sorry, it was just so easy. Never mind, I'll stop.
Finally.
"And…fight…again," the man said uncertainly.
Now it'll start getting really good.