"BREIFS TRUNKS GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" Bulma yelled Trunks cringed and
dropped rapidly to the ground, hitting so hard it caused a crater to form.
Bulma rushed forward and embraced Trunks.
"Hi mom." Trunks said, hugging back.
"Where have you been the last three years?" She asked,
"Ohh, here and there..." Trunks said, dodging around the question. How would his mother take the news that he had become the most feared, outlaw in space, in less then three years?
"Whats that supposed to mean?" Bulma asked?
"Nothing mom, can I have something to eat please? I'm really hungry!" Trunks said the first thing that came to mind and as if agreeing, his stomach growled.
"I uh, didn't eat a lot in the last three years." Which was true. He had run out of capsules his first year and had turned to taking in bounties for money, then he had rescued some slaves, and became an Outlaw. He had to steal a ship because his had been confiscated in a battle and he freed a lot of slaves. Which pretty much meant he was an outlaw and people hated him for it. No one but a select few new what he looked like. They didn't even know what sex he was. Trunks grinned at the thought.
"Uh, sure," Bulma said, misinterpreting the grin. A few minuets later the three demi-saiya-jins were inhaling their food, Trunks faster then any of them, and that was saying something seeing as Goten had just pulled ahead of his father in speed. (Sorry I had to put that in there!) When Trunks was done, he said he had to go, he had a place on the out skirts of town and he had to see about something. Bulma nodded and let her son fly off. So far Trunks hadn't lied to his mother, but he would have to start soon. He hated lying, but he couldn't stay in one place for too long. He had to throw the guys chasing his ass off his trail by freeing some slaves somewhere else. Trunks landed near his hidden ship and walked inside.
"Computer, update?" Trunks asked, plopping down in the butter soft leather seat.
"Ships closing in at mark four point seven eight. Estimated time arrival, one month and three days, fuel depleted, repairs needed on engines one through four. Fuel cells depleted, and weapons repair needed. Estimated time of repair, four years seven months, two weeks, six days..." Trunks ignored the repair time needed; he could do it in less that time. Trunks started the repairs and was late when he got home. Already he'd already finished two years of work in just a few days. It would take a long while for him to get Fuel cells for the weapons and to blast off of this rock. Trunks growled. Well maybe his mom...no, he couldn't tell her what had become of her son. Trunks sighed and entered though a widow in the kitchen.
"Where have you been Trunks..." Bulma cut off herself as she saw the grease all over Trunks. "Never mind, I know how it gets when you start a project, what are you working on?" she asked,
Maybe he could get his mom involved after all. "Ohh, I decided to work on fuel cells for a ship. It's a really, really old on. I decided to put it back together." Trunks laughed nervously and washed up, when he came back down stairs his mother was contemplating what kind of cells, Trunks inhaled his food and when he was done, Bulma asked,
"What kind of ship is it?" She asked.
"I don't know," He said, which was kinda true, he didn't know what kind it was, but he knew it went fast. The ship type was in an inscription he was still trying to figure out and it was taking forever, but so far he'd translated 'Farther then...Blood Rage...' "But its engine can go up to..." Trunks rattled off confusing numbers that Bulma understood.
"I used level four fuel cells, but they get used up too quickly. I'm trying to figure out a way to create some cell's that will last longer, but give the same kind of power to this ship without hurting it or the area's around the ship. Everything I've tried was either deadly to people around me or the places where I've lived that last few years."
"Maybe if we work together, we can create a new type of fuel cells." Bulma said, and they started that night. They worked really late. Once or twice Vegeta had come down to complain but Bulma just told him to go to bed early she would fix the gravity room in the morning. Vegeta had walked off grumbling.
"Why don't you work on this and I'll fix the gravity machine mom? I know how, after all, I created one myself." Trunks said after the third time that his highness Vegeta came to complain. Bulma was shocked but nodded.
Trunks grinned as his father and entered the G-room. Vegeta was a bit shocked to find his son walk into the room. "Wheres the Baka onna? The machine is broken again," he asked.
"Busy, now let me work." Trunks slid under a panel and in seconds had the machine working again.
"You're faster then the onna." Vegeta said shocked,
"I know where you break it every time, mom keeps forgetting." Trunks said with a shrug.
"Spar brat." Vegeta ordered, and attacked as soon as he turned the machine on. Trunks made the spar a quick one, knocking his father out as soon as he could, and dragging him to his and his mothers room. He threw him on the bed none to gently and walked back down the hall.
"Your father at it again?" Bulma asked.
"Don't worry, I knocked him out, hes in bed now, wanna call it a night, its past midnight, we can work on it tomorrow." Trunks smiled at his mom. "Mind if I stay at my place tonight? I wanna work on that ship a bit longer." Bulma nodded and hugged her son goodnight. Trunks took off, reaching his ship. He had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something bad was about to happen and there might not be a damn thing he could do about it.
"Hi mom." Trunks said, hugging back.
"Where have you been the last three years?" She asked,
"Ohh, here and there..." Trunks said, dodging around the question. How would his mother take the news that he had become the most feared, outlaw in space, in less then three years?
"Whats that supposed to mean?" Bulma asked?
"Nothing mom, can I have something to eat please? I'm really hungry!" Trunks said the first thing that came to mind and as if agreeing, his stomach growled.
"I uh, didn't eat a lot in the last three years." Which was true. He had run out of capsules his first year and had turned to taking in bounties for money, then he had rescued some slaves, and became an Outlaw. He had to steal a ship because his had been confiscated in a battle and he freed a lot of slaves. Which pretty much meant he was an outlaw and people hated him for it. No one but a select few new what he looked like. They didn't even know what sex he was. Trunks grinned at the thought.
"Uh, sure," Bulma said, misinterpreting the grin. A few minuets later the three demi-saiya-jins were inhaling their food, Trunks faster then any of them, and that was saying something seeing as Goten had just pulled ahead of his father in speed. (Sorry I had to put that in there!) When Trunks was done, he said he had to go, he had a place on the out skirts of town and he had to see about something. Bulma nodded and let her son fly off. So far Trunks hadn't lied to his mother, but he would have to start soon. He hated lying, but he couldn't stay in one place for too long. He had to throw the guys chasing his ass off his trail by freeing some slaves somewhere else. Trunks landed near his hidden ship and walked inside.
"Computer, update?" Trunks asked, plopping down in the butter soft leather seat.
"Ships closing in at mark four point seven eight. Estimated time arrival, one month and three days, fuel depleted, repairs needed on engines one through four. Fuel cells depleted, and weapons repair needed. Estimated time of repair, four years seven months, two weeks, six days..." Trunks ignored the repair time needed; he could do it in less that time. Trunks started the repairs and was late when he got home. Already he'd already finished two years of work in just a few days. It would take a long while for him to get Fuel cells for the weapons and to blast off of this rock. Trunks growled. Well maybe his mom...no, he couldn't tell her what had become of her son. Trunks sighed and entered though a widow in the kitchen.
"Where have you been Trunks..." Bulma cut off herself as she saw the grease all over Trunks. "Never mind, I know how it gets when you start a project, what are you working on?" she asked,
Maybe he could get his mom involved after all. "Ohh, I decided to work on fuel cells for a ship. It's a really, really old on. I decided to put it back together." Trunks laughed nervously and washed up, when he came back down stairs his mother was contemplating what kind of cells, Trunks inhaled his food and when he was done, Bulma asked,
"What kind of ship is it?" She asked.
"I don't know," He said, which was kinda true, he didn't know what kind it was, but he knew it went fast. The ship type was in an inscription he was still trying to figure out and it was taking forever, but so far he'd translated 'Farther then...Blood Rage...' "But its engine can go up to..." Trunks rattled off confusing numbers that Bulma understood.
"I used level four fuel cells, but they get used up too quickly. I'm trying to figure out a way to create some cell's that will last longer, but give the same kind of power to this ship without hurting it or the area's around the ship. Everything I've tried was either deadly to people around me or the places where I've lived that last few years."
"Maybe if we work together, we can create a new type of fuel cells." Bulma said, and they started that night. They worked really late. Once or twice Vegeta had come down to complain but Bulma just told him to go to bed early she would fix the gravity room in the morning. Vegeta had walked off grumbling.
"Why don't you work on this and I'll fix the gravity machine mom? I know how, after all, I created one myself." Trunks said after the third time that his highness Vegeta came to complain. Bulma was shocked but nodded.
Trunks grinned as his father and entered the G-room. Vegeta was a bit shocked to find his son walk into the room. "Wheres the Baka onna? The machine is broken again," he asked.
"Busy, now let me work." Trunks slid under a panel and in seconds had the machine working again.
"You're faster then the onna." Vegeta said shocked,
"I know where you break it every time, mom keeps forgetting." Trunks said with a shrug.
"Spar brat." Vegeta ordered, and attacked as soon as he turned the machine on. Trunks made the spar a quick one, knocking his father out as soon as he could, and dragging him to his and his mothers room. He threw him on the bed none to gently and walked back down the hall.
"Your father at it again?" Bulma asked.
"Don't worry, I knocked him out, hes in bed now, wanna call it a night, its past midnight, we can work on it tomorrow." Trunks smiled at his mom. "Mind if I stay at my place tonight? I wanna work on that ship a bit longer." Bulma nodded and hugged her son goodnight. Trunks took off, reaching his ship. He had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something bad was about to happen and there might not be a damn thing he could do about it.