Trunks runs away
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Trunks growled, then he attacked again. Goten attacked at his side. Vegeta knocked them both backward and they flew into the wall. Trunks and Goten had been punished yet again, but strangely, it wasn't their fault this time. Vegeta's hair was still nicely done with several pinks. Hot pink, Maroon, Dark reddish pink and many others. They could never get that many colors done at once, only one solid color. When they had tried to plead that they had not done it this time, they even had alibis as to where and who they were with, they had been given over a dozen small bags of sugar each and were just now coming off the sugar high. They were deeply traumatized because this was what they used against them now when the Almighty Frying Pan of Doom © didn't work on them. They were currently at the age of five. They fought harder; suddenly Goten stopped Trunks from attacking again. "What?" he yelled at him. "Maybe, we should uh.ya know what I mean." he looked at Vegeta, Trunks looked at Vegeta too, he was super saiya-jin fighting the two. "No, we'll be outta her soon, mom won't let us go more then a month without food, we've already lasted this long, no need to make him madder." He shrugged his shoulders and they both attacked Vegeta, who had a raised eyebrow at the two's conversation. What were they talking about? He didn't really care, he was too hungry to be any angrier, and the Woman had already made a large batch of some concoction or another to remove the hair dyes from his hair. Finally, after another hour or so, the boys were begging to be fed. Vegeta after another hour of listening to the complaints finally let them leave. They ran to get food that they had been deprived of for almost two weeks. They finished their first five plates within one minuet, and Vegeta was soon behind them, finishing six in one minuet though. When the two Demi-saiya-jins finished, they ran from the house, not to be seen for hours on end. Trunks went off on his own while Goten went home. Trunks was kicking around a stone thinking. It wasn't his fault that his father had multi colored hair. He and Goten could never do something like that! He didn't even get a chance to explain to his father. He, at that moment, hated his father.
Dende feared something out of his latest prank would result in something bad. HE frowned trying to find out a way to fix this new mess he'd created for himself... Shuffling through the glassed of the alcohol he'd consumed. Mr. Popo was out at the moment and had not control of Dende. Dende slipped on something and hit his head, completely forgetting about the prank and everything dealing with it. That's where Mr. Popo found him when he came home....
Trunks packed his bag, frowning, 'How should I do this?' he wondered. He could live in the wilderness for long periods of time, but not indefinitely. Trunks was angry and he couldn't understand why his father didn't care about him. What he did was just beyond the normal punishment. Ten bags of sugar! TEN! His father had made him consume it all, just like Goten. Both were terrified of sugar now. They'd been so hyper he was surprised that they hadn't gone Super Saiya-jin. His father walked into his room at that moment.
"What are you doing brat?" he asked,
"Don't you ever knock?" Trunks snapped, shoving his capsules in his book bag. His bag was filled with enough capsules to last a good three or so years.
"No, now answer my question brat."
"I'm going to train, not leave me alone!" Trunks said the one thing his father would except. Vegeta just grunted and looked at all the capsules in his bag.
"For a long time?" he asked.
"Don't know, now leave me alone!" Trunks took off out of his window and Vegeta watched with raised eyebrows. He decided to give the boy some time before he did as the woman and apologized. Vegeta left the boys room, turning the light off and heading down to dinner.
"Wheres Trunks?" Bulma asked,
"He went off to train in the wilderness I think." Vegeta said.
"What do you mean you think?" She asked, voice raising.
"I'm giving the boy some time before I do as you said." Bulma couldn't get in another word because Vegeta started eating.
Trunks growled, then he attacked again. Goten attacked at his side. Vegeta knocked them both backward and they flew into the wall. Trunks and Goten had been punished yet again, but strangely, it wasn't their fault this time. Vegeta's hair was still nicely done with several pinks. Hot pink, Maroon, Dark reddish pink and many others. They could never get that many colors done at once, only one solid color. When they had tried to plead that they had not done it this time, they even had alibis as to where and who they were with, they had been given over a dozen small bags of sugar each and were just now coming off the sugar high. They were deeply traumatized because this was what they used against them now when the Almighty Frying Pan of Doom © didn't work on them. They were currently at the age of five. They fought harder; suddenly Goten stopped Trunks from attacking again. "What?" he yelled at him. "Maybe, we should uh.ya know what I mean." he looked at Vegeta, Trunks looked at Vegeta too, he was super saiya-jin fighting the two. "No, we'll be outta her soon, mom won't let us go more then a month without food, we've already lasted this long, no need to make him madder." He shrugged his shoulders and they both attacked Vegeta, who had a raised eyebrow at the two's conversation. What were they talking about? He didn't really care, he was too hungry to be any angrier, and the Woman had already made a large batch of some concoction or another to remove the hair dyes from his hair. Finally, after another hour or so, the boys were begging to be fed. Vegeta after another hour of listening to the complaints finally let them leave. They ran to get food that they had been deprived of for almost two weeks. They finished their first five plates within one minuet, and Vegeta was soon behind them, finishing six in one minuet though. When the two Demi-saiya-jins finished, they ran from the house, not to be seen for hours on end. Trunks went off on his own while Goten went home. Trunks was kicking around a stone thinking. It wasn't his fault that his father had multi colored hair. He and Goten could never do something like that! He didn't even get a chance to explain to his father. He, at that moment, hated his father.
Dende feared something out of his latest prank would result in something bad. HE frowned trying to find out a way to fix this new mess he'd created for himself... Shuffling through the glassed of the alcohol he'd consumed. Mr. Popo was out at the moment and had not control of Dende. Dende slipped on something and hit his head, completely forgetting about the prank and everything dealing with it. That's where Mr. Popo found him when he came home....
Trunks packed his bag, frowning, 'How should I do this?' he wondered. He could live in the wilderness for long periods of time, but not indefinitely. Trunks was angry and he couldn't understand why his father didn't care about him. What he did was just beyond the normal punishment. Ten bags of sugar! TEN! His father had made him consume it all, just like Goten. Both were terrified of sugar now. They'd been so hyper he was surprised that they hadn't gone Super Saiya-jin. His father walked into his room at that moment.
"What are you doing brat?" he asked,
"Don't you ever knock?" Trunks snapped, shoving his capsules in his book bag. His bag was filled with enough capsules to last a good three or so years.
"No, now answer my question brat."
"I'm going to train, not leave me alone!" Trunks said the one thing his father would except. Vegeta just grunted and looked at all the capsules in his bag.
"For a long time?" he asked.
"Don't know, now leave me alone!" Trunks took off out of his window and Vegeta watched with raised eyebrows. He decided to give the boy some time before he did as the woman and apologized. Vegeta left the boys room, turning the light off and heading down to dinner.
"Wheres Trunks?" Bulma asked,
"He went off to train in the wilderness I think." Vegeta said.
"What do you mean you think?" She asked, voice raising.
"I'm giving the boy some time before I do as you said." Bulma couldn't get in another word because Vegeta started eating.