Another Author's note: After my first chapter, I got 4 reviews! Which i
find pretty satisfying ^______^. I really hope you like this chapter,
more dialouge, and i guess not as interesting...?
~~~***Chapter 2***~~~
With all the commotion that Vegeta and Trunks made, you'd obviously think that they made enough noise to cause Bulma to notice, and she did. Walking toward the kitchen, she could hear the tipper tapper of Trunks running to his room. "Maybe his favorite tv show is on and he's running to the TV in his room? Well, I know its nothing." she thought. She continued walking until she heard a crash of books coming from the reading room followed by a soft "click" of the door lock. "Hmm..Vegeta usually never locks the door of any room, and he knows how much I hate it when he makes a mess...what's going on..?" Bulma walked toward the reading room and softly knocked.
"Vegeta, honey, open up..what's wrong?"Bulma said, soft enough that Trunks could not hear her and loud enough that Vegeta could. "Leave...me...alone.."Each word Vegeta spoke was followed by a pause of quiet sobbing, but nethertheless his words were cold. "Are you crying?" "No! Why..would you think...that? I am a..a..a..s-s-super saiiyan, a p- prince! We do not cry!" "Then open up."
From the other side of the door, Vegeta quickly wiped his tears and quickly opened the door, so that he could run back to his seat and put a book above his eyes and Bulma could not see his bloodshot eyes from crying. Bulma closed the door behind her, sat on top of the coffee table in front of his chair and looked at him with sadness. She noticed that the book he had been "reading" was upside down.
"I see you're doing some heavy reading there.." Bulma flipped the book right-side-up and chuckled, but her chuckles quickly faded as she saw the teary eyed Vegeta.
"You don't need to say it, woman. I was crying. It takes a man to admit that. And before you ask me why, I'll explain it to you.."
Vegeta explained the whole incident to Bulma. When he finished she had a ghastly look upon her face. "Well, you can't exactly blame him, I mean, you haven't been exactly cheery, and you could let Trunks have his fun once in awhile, what's wrong with that?"
"I raised my son to become a fighter, damn it, not some sissy that plays with dolls! I didn't raise him to become like Kakkarot, some idiodic ninny who spends his time 'bonding' with his son and 'playing' with him! Trunks is my son-not Kakkarot's!"
Bulma felt the words Vegeta had said. Although they were tough and showed no remorse, she could tell that he was hurt by what Trunks had said.
"There's nothing wrong playing with toys, hon."
"Well of course there's nothing wrong for you to say it, you're a woman! Women play with dolls!" "And what is that supposed to mean?"
No answer. Bulma stood up and was about to leave, but turned around before she closed the door.
"You know Vegeta, you can be such an ass sometimes." She closed the door right when Vegeta said, "What, now you're against me too? Damn what is wrong with you people?"
That night Vegeta slept in the reading room. He felt it wasn't right to sleep with his wife after what had happened, and he couldn't exactly bunk with Trunks. He had thought of what Trunks had said. "I wish Goku was my father!" the unbelievable words swirled Vegeta's mind, restless on the couch. Even though it seemed that things were bad, they were about to get worse. . .
~~~***Chapter 2***~~~
With all the commotion that Vegeta and Trunks made, you'd obviously think that they made enough noise to cause Bulma to notice, and she did. Walking toward the kitchen, she could hear the tipper tapper of Trunks running to his room. "Maybe his favorite tv show is on and he's running to the TV in his room? Well, I know its nothing." she thought. She continued walking until she heard a crash of books coming from the reading room followed by a soft "click" of the door lock. "Hmm..Vegeta usually never locks the door of any room, and he knows how much I hate it when he makes a mess...what's going on..?" Bulma walked toward the reading room and softly knocked.
"Vegeta, honey, open up..what's wrong?"Bulma said, soft enough that Trunks could not hear her and loud enough that Vegeta could. "Leave...me...alone.."Each word Vegeta spoke was followed by a pause of quiet sobbing, but nethertheless his words were cold. "Are you crying?" "No! Why..would you think...that? I am a..a..a..s-s-super saiiyan, a p- prince! We do not cry!" "Then open up."
From the other side of the door, Vegeta quickly wiped his tears and quickly opened the door, so that he could run back to his seat and put a book above his eyes and Bulma could not see his bloodshot eyes from crying. Bulma closed the door behind her, sat on top of the coffee table in front of his chair and looked at him with sadness. She noticed that the book he had been "reading" was upside down.
"I see you're doing some heavy reading there.." Bulma flipped the book right-side-up and chuckled, but her chuckles quickly faded as she saw the teary eyed Vegeta.
"You don't need to say it, woman. I was crying. It takes a man to admit that. And before you ask me why, I'll explain it to you.."
Vegeta explained the whole incident to Bulma. When he finished she had a ghastly look upon her face. "Well, you can't exactly blame him, I mean, you haven't been exactly cheery, and you could let Trunks have his fun once in awhile, what's wrong with that?"
"I raised my son to become a fighter, damn it, not some sissy that plays with dolls! I didn't raise him to become like Kakkarot, some idiodic ninny who spends his time 'bonding' with his son and 'playing' with him! Trunks is my son-not Kakkarot's!"
Bulma felt the words Vegeta had said. Although they were tough and showed no remorse, she could tell that he was hurt by what Trunks had said.
"There's nothing wrong playing with toys, hon."
"Well of course there's nothing wrong for you to say it, you're a woman! Women play with dolls!" "And what is that supposed to mean?"
No answer. Bulma stood up and was about to leave, but turned around before she closed the door.
"You know Vegeta, you can be such an ass sometimes." She closed the door right when Vegeta said, "What, now you're against me too? Damn what is wrong with you people?"
That night Vegeta slept in the reading room. He felt it wasn't right to sleep with his wife after what had happened, and he couldn't exactly bunk with Trunks. He had thought of what Trunks had said. "I wish Goku was my father!" the unbelievable words swirled Vegeta's mind, restless on the couch. Even though it seemed that things were bad, they were about to get worse. . .