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Sorry people, my account got frozen in till today because I up loaded a list. I was really up set about that, and I thought things could not get worse. Right? Wrong. I have year round allergies, and I usually get sick a lot because of them, I take nose sprays, Zyrteck, inhalers, extra, but those only help so much. I caught a 1-week virus, and mix a stomach and head virus, with allergies, and you get a 100.4 fever, stuffed up nose, throat soar, head about to blow up, throwing up, taking 10 hour naps, and so dizzy you can barley stand. How do I know this? I just got over it, and I am recuperating from it right now. That is why I have not worked on this story that much. Well, here is the next chapter!

As Vegita stalked through the lobby out into the back of the hospital, he saw a shape that looked like his son, with his knees drawn up, and was looking at the lake that had spots of light from the bright moon. He pushed open the glass door to the cold and windy night, and walked down the hill to his son.

"Seems like your plan is working Bulma." Bulma's old friend commented when she walked into Bulma's hospital room.

"I hope so, because I am getting tired of play acting." Bulma said sitting up. "I would like to have some of those sleeping pills, too if you would not mind, some times I have sleepless nights, and you say they are safe, right?" Bulma asked stretching and yawning.

"Yes they are non habit forming. I will see if I can get you some sample packs." The blond nurse said walking out of the room.

'I wonder how Trunks and Vegita are getting along…' Bulma thought as she stopped stretching. 'This better work, if it does not… no, I will not think about that. Think positive Bulma!' She thought fiercely, and laid down again, because she was never sure when her husband of son would enter, and she did not want them to get any ideas.

Trunk's was watching the fish in the lake bathed by the moonlight. 'There life's must be pretty darn boring.' Trunks thought. 'Swim swim, eat, sleep, swim swim swim.' He sighed and picked up a rock, and threw it beyond the other side of the like. "Ah well." He said out loud to him self, watching the rock disappear in the darkness of the night. He then heard his fathers foot steps, but did not answer to them, just as he started doing whenever he felt his father's ki. 'Oh great, Mr. High and Mighty is back.' He growled in his mind.

Vegita walked behind Trunk's and looked down at his son. Trunk's kept on looking in the water, not bothering to look up. "Hi Dad." Trunks mumbled. Vegita lifted an eyebrow. …Silence… Vegita sighed inwardly, and walked around his son and sat down next to him. "You have been outside all this time?" He asked. 'Bulma would want me to do this, so might as well.' He thought. "Yep, what else is there to do?" Trunks answered stiffly eyes still on the water. "Did I do some thing?" Vegita asked. Trunks drew in a deep breath to keep him self from bursting out in tears and screaming his head off. "Can you tell me?" Vegita said softly, putting a finger under his sons chin, and lifting his head up and looked into his blue eyes.

Trunk's sniffed and said: "You really don't know, do you?? YOU DON'T KNOW?!" He yelled pulling back from his father. "Can you tell me?" Vegita asked gently. Then Trunks lost it, completely. "YOU DON'T EVEN ACT LIKE MY FATHER! YOU DON'T EVEN LOVE ME!!! YOU ACT LIKE I AM NOT EVEN THERE! I HATE YOU!" Trunks said for the second time in his life to his father ~AN: I did that once, and boy, that hurt him…*sigh* I regret that…~ Trunks jumped up, before his father could stop him, and took off into the night sky, again.

Trunks loved to fly, ever since he and his father started to get farther and father away from each other. His mind was at ease, and it just made him relived to leave what ever it was, behind him at least for a few seconds. It also gave him time to think, if some thing did not chase him. 'Man, look what I got my self into now.' Trunks thought. 'I got my self a hell of a problem. Might as well go over to Gotens. I hope they don't mind.' He yawned. Now that he thought of it, he did not sleep in a while, and boy was he tired.

As Trunks headed out of the city to the countryside, the sun was rising on the west horizon behind the mountains. Pink, orange clouds painted the early sky like a paintbrush. The moon was still on the east horizon, but starting to get smaller and smaller, and still had a couple of stars around it. Trunks loved it when he got to see the moon and the sun in the early morning. He thought it was like the sky was the canvas, and the sun the moon were the artist, and the clouds were their creations, since every day, the sky was different. The morning to him was a new promise.

Trunks landed on a mountain by his best friends house, and sat down on the wet grass, and looked at the morning sun. 'A new promise, that is what Goku says mornings are spost to mean. But what is the promise for me?' He sighed and looked at the rising fiery star with tears in his eyes, and little hope for the future.

Okay, that is the third chapter! Sorry for it being short, I wanted to have a chapter that had some thing like the paragraph above ^ so I had to do a short chapter to achieve it. Please review if you read this far. And if you see this chapter get changed a lot, it is because I am my worst critic, and I am vary hard on my self, because I know I can do better. PLEASE REVIEW!!!! And if I get some reviews, I WILL put up the next chapter, which is already done. SO REVIEW IF YOU WANT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!!! ^^