Disclaimer: If you have read my other stories (HINT HINT!) you would know
that I don't own dbz, and probably never will *tears* because as far as I
know, I cant even get a part time job right now.
Also, if you are a fan of Vegita, I would recommend you not to read this. I am not bashing him; I am just putting him in my view, cold hearted. You have been warned, so… NO FLAMES!!!!!!
Ages:
Trunks: 15
Goten: 14
(You do the math with the rest, because I don't want to get any info wrong, and get flamed. If you know the ages of the rest, or can tell me how to figure it out, that would be nice.)
"Vegita, would you get Trunks, it is time for dinner." Bulma asked standing over the stove. "Fine." Vegita replied shortly.
"Brat it is time for dinner!" Vegita yelled out side of his son's door. No one answered. Vegita then opened the door and walked in. Trunks was asleep at his desk piled up with papers and schoolbooks. "Hey brat! Time to eat!" Vegita said gruffly. Trunks moaned and slowly opened his eyes. Then realizing where he was, "Oh my gosh! My home work!" He said sitting up. Then he looked out the window at the setting sun, "How long have I been sleeping?!" He panicked. "Ask the women." Vegita replied turning around and walked out the door.
Trunks moaned again and slumped down in his chair. "This thing is due tomorrow." He said looking at the pile of his books. He then got up to straightened up some papers that he slept on. Right then, he regretted ever getting in advanced math. "Trunks! For the last time, it is time to eat!" His fathers voice carried up the stairs.
Trunks got up from his desk, yawned and stretched, and walked down to the smell of slightly over cooked food. "How are you doing Trunks?" Bulma asked. "Just a lot of home work. I guess I fell asleep on my desk." He answered sitting down by his father, who was munching away, Trunks did not even bothering to greet his father. When Trunks did not say anything to Vegita the whole entire meal, Bulma knew some thing was wrong. 'This is strange, Trunks is not trying to get his dads attention like he usually is.' Bulma thought looking at her son and the Saiyan Prince. During the meal, Trunks and Bulma talked about her new project she was working on, and he made some suggestions, and they talked about school, and this and that, Vegita never once adding any thing to the conversation.
After dinner, Trunks headed up the stairs to his room to get started yet again on his homework. Then 10 minutes later, Bulma stuck her head in his room. "Trunks honey, is there some thing wrong?" She asked stepping over to his desk. "Oh, no." Trunks answered quickly. "Hmmmm… Is there any thing I can help you with?" Bulma asked and put a hand on the back of his chair. "Not right now, thanks." He answered and looked up and smiled at his mom. But as much as he tried, it was a rather sad smile. "Oh… okay." Bulma said trying not to pry into her 15 year old sons life. 'As far as I know he has no girlfriend, he and Goten never got in a fight, school is okay…" Bulma thought. 'Maybe… well, I will just have to have a talk with him then.' Bulma decided. "Okay, but if you need any thing, don't be afraid to ask, okay?" Bulma smiled down. "Okay mom." Trunks replied and got back to his mountain of work.
"Vegita! I need to take to you right now!" Bulma yelled. No answer. 'Gravity room.' She thought. 'The quickest way to get him out of there is to turn the darn thing off.' She thought and walked through the living room to the hall where the gravity room door was, located a red switch that said 'on', put her finger on it for three seconds, and flipped the switch to 'off', and smiled. She only had to wait five seconds, and her husband burst out of the room with gold hair, "What in the world is the meaning of this women?!" He roared. "It is going to stay off in till we talk, lets go sit down and have a nice long talk." Bulma said crossing her arms. Vegita's eyes got big and flared up. "But…!" He started. "Couch." Bulma said and Vegita frowned in defeat, and his hair turned back to normal. "I thought so." Bulma said turning around and walked to the living room, Vegita followed.
"Make it quick women." Vegita said when they sat down. "I am worried about Trunks." Bulma started off. "The brat is fine." Vegita said shortly. "No he is not. All his life he was trying some how to get your attention, but you wave him away like a mere fly!" Bulma said with tears in her eyes. "He is a strong boy, I was lucky if my dad said any thing nice." "HE IS NOT YOU DANG IT! HE HAS A COMPASSION SIDE, UN-LIKE YOU! HE NEEDS TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE THERE FOR HIM!" She screeched. "Now we talked, turn it on." He said getting up. "You wait right their mister! Trunks might not mean much to you, but he means the world to me!" Bulma said jumping up to her feet, and grabbing his shirt collar. "Now you listen to me! You are going right up to his room and talk to him! He is past worrying me! Now you go right up there!" Bulma said letting go of her husband's shirt.
As Vegita grumbled as he walked up the stairs, his wife wondered what ever she saw in him when she was younger. "Oh well." She sighed and headed for her lab.
"This sucks." Trunks thought out loud as he leafed through his books. He was done with his trig homework, but he had to do a report on Japan's government in the 17th centaury. He then picked up his history book and sat down on the window seat on the large bay window. The sun was nearly set now. He sighed and opened the textbook, and started skim over some boring stuff that would not matter in his near future. Then a loud knocking came from his door that he knew to only to be his fathers. "Doors open!" He called lifting his head out of his book. His father stepped in, "Trunks, the women is worried about you, she even turned off the gravity room." He said in his usual tone of voice. "Oh no, every thing is fine." He answered. 'Oh yea, every thing is 'just peachy' as Goten would put it.' Trunks thought. "Well, you go down there and tell the women that, she is biting her nails off." He said walking out and shutting the door. 'In all these years, he only told me once that he was proud of me.' Trunks thought as a hot tear went down his cheek and on his textbook.
"Well that was quick." Bulma said with her hands on her hips when Vegita went into her lab. "He said every thing was fine! I tried to turn on that damn switch but it won't budge! Well you turn it on now women?!" Vegita replied. Bulma walked briskly past him, went into the hall, and turned it back on. She turned around and saw her husband enter the room with out a word. She glared at the door.
Trunks looked sadly out his window at the small bit of orange, gold and pink sky. Stars started to appear and the noise of the city was started to die down. 'Why do I have to have my dad as a father? I could care less if I was born into a regular family. Why did my dad marry my mom?' He thought grimly. 'What did my mom see in him any ways?' He wondered sadly. He marked his page and put down his book at the other end of the bench, since he could not concentrate, got up, leaned over the window seat, and opened the large window. The gust of wind blew the papers on his desk to the floor, but he gave it not a single thought. He glanced at his door, and then took off into the almost black and purple sky, decorated with bright stars and a few colored clouds.
One hour later, Bulma was starting to get worried again. She had not heard a single sound from her son since she stepped out of her lab early. She put down her notes from her testing, got up and went to Trunks room.
"Trunks hun, its me, my I come in?" She said gently when she knocked. The only answer was paper being blown around. She opened the door and walked in. No one was there. She quickly scanned the room and saw the large window open, and his textbook closed on the window seat. She ran over to her son's schoolbook, and opened it to see if he left a note. All that was on the page that was marked was a teardrop. "VEGITA!!!!" She screamed (if you would call that a scream, because he heard it all the way in the gravity room.)
About one minute later, Vegita walked in. "What is it this time women?" He asked Bulma. "Well… gee… I WONDER? Open your eyes monkey boy!" She said with her temper growing as she stood up from the window seat. "The boy is gone." He said casually. Bulma's eyes went on fire. "SOME ONE IS LITTLE MISTER SHERLOCK TODAY!" She screamed. "Well, what are you waiting for, GO- FIND-TRUNKS… NOW!!! Well, what are you waiting for, I CANT FLY!" She screeched with her temper at boiling point, and pointed at the window, and Vegita took off. "YOU BETTER COME HOME WITH HIM!!!!" She shouted at him.
'Some time he will find me, maybe not in till mom makes him' Trunks thought. 'Or maybe Goku. I don't care if he does; he is more like my father then my dad. At least I can cry in front of him and not be picked on or be called a weakling. The Sons are a real family.' Trunks thought as he headed towards the sun.
He then landed by a lake that hade a cave under water, and was not totally water. Goten and he explored it when they were little. He smiled to him self, and dove in. He only had to swim for two minutes to get to the entrance to the cave, went in, and burst to the top. It was darker then night, but that did not bother him (lets just think Saiyan's can see like cats in the dark, okay?)
He swam over to the sandy beach and Trunks sat with his knees close to his chest and began to cry. He could not help it, he felt useless, unwanted. Anger, rage and sorrow were the only things in his mind, and all the other things he knew, were in the dark corners. Then he felt a energy approaching, stronger then Gohan's or Goten's and to week to be Goku. That left only one person left, his father.
He then saw bubbles come to the surface, and then Vegita's head appeared on the surface. "You… brat, are in a heck of a lot of trouble!" Vegita said coldly. "Yea, well, what's the difference, I am always with you around. Vegita's eyes went ice cold, and he did not answer. "Well, what do you want?" Trunks said walking on a thin line that was only going to get thinner. "Your mother wants you, you are worrying her again." He said tartly. "Leave me alone, this would be the first favor you can give me my whole entire life." Trunks said holding back his tears. "Well, as fare as I'm concerned, brat, you aren't worth being called my son." Trunks eyes grew and his mouth dropped open. "Well, you don't even deserve a son like me! If my future self could live with out a dad, I am sure I can to!" Trunks said, but in his mind, he regretted saying that. "Suit your self." Vegita said, and disappeared through the black water.
Bulma heard Vegita's footsteps into the gravity room, the door open and close. But she heard nothing that sounded like Trunks. 'This is no good…' She thought. She then went out into the living room, and picked up the phone and called the Sons.
~At the Sons house~ "Can some one get that??" ChiChi yelled. "Okay" Goten said walking over to the phone. "Hello? Oh hi Bulma. Is some thing wrong?" "Some things wrong? Give me that!" ChiChi said walking over to Goten and grabbing the phone. Goten backed away. "Goten, can you watch that?" "What am I spost to do?" But ChiChi ignored him. "What's wrong??" ChiChi asked. "He did? Vegita said nothing? Ouch, where do you think he could be?" Goten hearing what his mom was saying, pieced together what was happening, and went out the door. "Hold on a sec. Goten?? Where do you think you are going?" ChiChi said turning around to the door. "Be back soon." He shouted over his shoulder and took off. "Now Goten just took off. I bet he is going to find Trunks. Huh? Oh, I know he knows where to look. What are you going to do about Vegita?"
Well, I hope you liked it, hope it is easy to read, because I just get ideas so quick, and my fingers struggle to keep up. No flames please.
Also, if you are a fan of Vegita, I would recommend you not to read this. I am not bashing him; I am just putting him in my view, cold hearted. You have been warned, so… NO FLAMES!!!!!!
Ages:
Trunks: 15
Goten: 14
(You do the math with the rest, because I don't want to get any info wrong, and get flamed. If you know the ages of the rest, or can tell me how to figure it out, that would be nice.)
"Vegita, would you get Trunks, it is time for dinner." Bulma asked standing over the stove. "Fine." Vegita replied shortly.
"Brat it is time for dinner!" Vegita yelled out side of his son's door. No one answered. Vegita then opened the door and walked in. Trunks was asleep at his desk piled up with papers and schoolbooks. "Hey brat! Time to eat!" Vegita said gruffly. Trunks moaned and slowly opened his eyes. Then realizing where he was, "Oh my gosh! My home work!" He said sitting up. Then he looked out the window at the setting sun, "How long have I been sleeping?!" He panicked. "Ask the women." Vegita replied turning around and walked out the door.
Trunks moaned again and slumped down in his chair. "This thing is due tomorrow." He said looking at the pile of his books. He then got up to straightened up some papers that he slept on. Right then, he regretted ever getting in advanced math. "Trunks! For the last time, it is time to eat!" His fathers voice carried up the stairs.
Trunks got up from his desk, yawned and stretched, and walked down to the smell of slightly over cooked food. "How are you doing Trunks?" Bulma asked. "Just a lot of home work. I guess I fell asleep on my desk." He answered sitting down by his father, who was munching away, Trunks did not even bothering to greet his father. When Trunks did not say anything to Vegita the whole entire meal, Bulma knew some thing was wrong. 'This is strange, Trunks is not trying to get his dads attention like he usually is.' Bulma thought looking at her son and the Saiyan Prince. During the meal, Trunks and Bulma talked about her new project she was working on, and he made some suggestions, and they talked about school, and this and that, Vegita never once adding any thing to the conversation.
After dinner, Trunks headed up the stairs to his room to get started yet again on his homework. Then 10 minutes later, Bulma stuck her head in his room. "Trunks honey, is there some thing wrong?" She asked stepping over to his desk. "Oh, no." Trunks answered quickly. "Hmmmm… Is there any thing I can help you with?" Bulma asked and put a hand on the back of his chair. "Not right now, thanks." He answered and looked up and smiled at his mom. But as much as he tried, it was a rather sad smile. "Oh… okay." Bulma said trying not to pry into her 15 year old sons life. 'As far as I know he has no girlfriend, he and Goten never got in a fight, school is okay…" Bulma thought. 'Maybe… well, I will just have to have a talk with him then.' Bulma decided. "Okay, but if you need any thing, don't be afraid to ask, okay?" Bulma smiled down. "Okay mom." Trunks replied and got back to his mountain of work.
"Vegita! I need to take to you right now!" Bulma yelled. No answer. 'Gravity room.' She thought. 'The quickest way to get him out of there is to turn the darn thing off.' She thought and walked through the living room to the hall where the gravity room door was, located a red switch that said 'on', put her finger on it for three seconds, and flipped the switch to 'off', and smiled. She only had to wait five seconds, and her husband burst out of the room with gold hair, "What in the world is the meaning of this women?!" He roared. "It is going to stay off in till we talk, lets go sit down and have a nice long talk." Bulma said crossing her arms. Vegita's eyes got big and flared up. "But…!" He started. "Couch." Bulma said and Vegita frowned in defeat, and his hair turned back to normal. "I thought so." Bulma said turning around and walked to the living room, Vegita followed.
"Make it quick women." Vegita said when they sat down. "I am worried about Trunks." Bulma started off. "The brat is fine." Vegita said shortly. "No he is not. All his life he was trying some how to get your attention, but you wave him away like a mere fly!" Bulma said with tears in her eyes. "He is a strong boy, I was lucky if my dad said any thing nice." "HE IS NOT YOU DANG IT! HE HAS A COMPASSION SIDE, UN-LIKE YOU! HE NEEDS TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE THERE FOR HIM!" She screeched. "Now we talked, turn it on." He said getting up. "You wait right their mister! Trunks might not mean much to you, but he means the world to me!" Bulma said jumping up to her feet, and grabbing his shirt collar. "Now you listen to me! You are going right up to his room and talk to him! He is past worrying me! Now you go right up there!" Bulma said letting go of her husband's shirt.
As Vegita grumbled as he walked up the stairs, his wife wondered what ever she saw in him when she was younger. "Oh well." She sighed and headed for her lab.
"This sucks." Trunks thought out loud as he leafed through his books. He was done with his trig homework, but he had to do a report on Japan's government in the 17th centaury. He then picked up his history book and sat down on the window seat on the large bay window. The sun was nearly set now. He sighed and opened the textbook, and started skim over some boring stuff that would not matter in his near future. Then a loud knocking came from his door that he knew to only to be his fathers. "Doors open!" He called lifting his head out of his book. His father stepped in, "Trunks, the women is worried about you, she even turned off the gravity room." He said in his usual tone of voice. "Oh no, every thing is fine." He answered. 'Oh yea, every thing is 'just peachy' as Goten would put it.' Trunks thought. "Well, you go down there and tell the women that, she is biting her nails off." He said walking out and shutting the door. 'In all these years, he only told me once that he was proud of me.' Trunks thought as a hot tear went down his cheek and on his textbook.
"Well that was quick." Bulma said with her hands on her hips when Vegita went into her lab. "He said every thing was fine! I tried to turn on that damn switch but it won't budge! Well you turn it on now women?!" Vegita replied. Bulma walked briskly past him, went into the hall, and turned it back on. She turned around and saw her husband enter the room with out a word. She glared at the door.
Trunks looked sadly out his window at the small bit of orange, gold and pink sky. Stars started to appear and the noise of the city was started to die down. 'Why do I have to have my dad as a father? I could care less if I was born into a regular family. Why did my dad marry my mom?' He thought grimly. 'What did my mom see in him any ways?' He wondered sadly. He marked his page and put down his book at the other end of the bench, since he could not concentrate, got up, leaned over the window seat, and opened the large window. The gust of wind blew the papers on his desk to the floor, but he gave it not a single thought. He glanced at his door, and then took off into the almost black and purple sky, decorated with bright stars and a few colored clouds.
One hour later, Bulma was starting to get worried again. She had not heard a single sound from her son since she stepped out of her lab early. She put down her notes from her testing, got up and went to Trunks room.
"Trunks hun, its me, my I come in?" She said gently when she knocked. The only answer was paper being blown around. She opened the door and walked in. No one was there. She quickly scanned the room and saw the large window open, and his textbook closed on the window seat. She ran over to her son's schoolbook, and opened it to see if he left a note. All that was on the page that was marked was a teardrop. "VEGITA!!!!" She screamed (if you would call that a scream, because he heard it all the way in the gravity room.)
About one minute later, Vegita walked in. "What is it this time women?" He asked Bulma. "Well… gee… I WONDER? Open your eyes monkey boy!" She said with her temper growing as she stood up from the window seat. "The boy is gone." He said casually. Bulma's eyes went on fire. "SOME ONE IS LITTLE MISTER SHERLOCK TODAY!" She screamed. "Well, what are you waiting for, GO- FIND-TRUNKS… NOW!!! Well, what are you waiting for, I CANT FLY!" She screeched with her temper at boiling point, and pointed at the window, and Vegita took off. "YOU BETTER COME HOME WITH HIM!!!!" She shouted at him.
'Some time he will find me, maybe not in till mom makes him' Trunks thought. 'Or maybe Goku. I don't care if he does; he is more like my father then my dad. At least I can cry in front of him and not be picked on or be called a weakling. The Sons are a real family.' Trunks thought as he headed towards the sun.
He then landed by a lake that hade a cave under water, and was not totally water. Goten and he explored it when they were little. He smiled to him self, and dove in. He only had to swim for two minutes to get to the entrance to the cave, went in, and burst to the top. It was darker then night, but that did not bother him (lets just think Saiyan's can see like cats in the dark, okay?)
He swam over to the sandy beach and Trunks sat with his knees close to his chest and began to cry. He could not help it, he felt useless, unwanted. Anger, rage and sorrow were the only things in his mind, and all the other things he knew, were in the dark corners. Then he felt a energy approaching, stronger then Gohan's or Goten's and to week to be Goku. That left only one person left, his father.
He then saw bubbles come to the surface, and then Vegita's head appeared on the surface. "You… brat, are in a heck of a lot of trouble!" Vegita said coldly. "Yea, well, what's the difference, I am always with you around. Vegita's eyes went ice cold, and he did not answer. "Well, what do you want?" Trunks said walking on a thin line that was only going to get thinner. "Your mother wants you, you are worrying her again." He said tartly. "Leave me alone, this would be the first favor you can give me my whole entire life." Trunks said holding back his tears. "Well, as fare as I'm concerned, brat, you aren't worth being called my son." Trunks eyes grew and his mouth dropped open. "Well, you don't even deserve a son like me! If my future self could live with out a dad, I am sure I can to!" Trunks said, but in his mind, he regretted saying that. "Suit your self." Vegita said, and disappeared through the black water.
Bulma heard Vegita's footsteps into the gravity room, the door open and close. But she heard nothing that sounded like Trunks. 'This is no good…' She thought. She then went out into the living room, and picked up the phone and called the Sons.
~At the Sons house~ "Can some one get that??" ChiChi yelled. "Okay" Goten said walking over to the phone. "Hello? Oh hi Bulma. Is some thing wrong?" "Some things wrong? Give me that!" ChiChi said walking over to Goten and grabbing the phone. Goten backed away. "Goten, can you watch that?" "What am I spost to do?" But ChiChi ignored him. "What's wrong??" ChiChi asked. "He did? Vegita said nothing? Ouch, where do you think he could be?" Goten hearing what his mom was saying, pieced together what was happening, and went out the door. "Hold on a sec. Goten?? Where do you think you are going?" ChiChi said turning around to the door. "Be back soon." He shouted over his shoulder and took off. "Now Goten just took off. I bet he is going to find Trunks. Huh? Oh, I know he knows where to look. What are you going to do about Vegita?"
Well, I hope you liked it, hope it is easy to read, because I just get ideas so quick, and my fingers struggle to keep up. No flames please.
