"Trunks, are you okay?" Goten waved his hands in front of his best friend's face. Trunks woke up from his thoughts.
"W-what?"
"Is something bothering you? You haven't been listening to a word I said!"
"Sorry. It's just well…it's nothing really," he slowly stood up and gathered his stuff which he had brought over to Goten's to play with. He knew Goten suspected something but he didn't want to tell him anything about what he heard and saw that night…he didn't want to remember anything about it.
"I just want to go home now, Goten,"
"Oh come on Trunks. Isn't it a little to early?"
Trunks gave his best friend a weak smile. Goten didn't grow up with a father. "But he's still luckier compared to what's happening to my family…it just isn't fair!" Trunks thought bitterly. A little later, Gohan drove him to the Capsule Corporation.
"Well, here you go," Gohan opened the door for the young boy. Trunks stopped by the sidewalk and stared at their house. It was like he never wanted to go back inside again.
"What are you waiting for Trunks? Is something wrong?"
"Huh?! No! I mean…thanks for the ride."
"Well uh…okay. But are you sure there isn't any problem?"
"I'm fine! Thanks!" he waved good bye to Gohan as he ran toward the house. "Weird kid," Gohan started the engine and drove back to their house.
Trunks dragged his backpack behind him while slowing his pace. His first instinct was to go to the living room to watch some cartoons and just forget about his problems for a while. There, he saw both of his parents. Bulma sat down flipping through some papers but quickly stood up upon seeing her son. Vegeta too, stood up from where he was sitting. Beside him were two huge suite cases. A smile escaped from Trunks' lips, thinking that his parents were now in good terms.
"Hey Dad! What are those bags for? Are we going on a vacation?" he asked cheerfully. Vegeta and Bulma gave each other worried glances. It was remarkable that after all that has happened, they can still communicate through each other's eyes as loving couples do. Bulma then knelt down by her son. This is a good time to know who he would be in favor with in case the trial is pushed through.
"Uh…Trunks honey,…your Dad and I are going on a vacation," she started.
"Great! Can I come too?" came the boy's excited cheer.
"Yes, you can," Bulma answered, "but you can only come with one of us,"
Trunks examined his mother, not quite understanding what she said. "Y-you mean," he hesitated, "you're not going on a vacation together?"
"That's right," Vegeta interrupted, "so you'll have to choose between us,"
The boy looked down on his shoes and scratched his head. It was a very tough decision for a boy who loves both his parents equally. The couple stared hard at their son, eager to hear an answer.
"I…I don't want to choose!" Trunks finally retorted, "I want all of us to go on a vacation together,"
"But Trunks dear, you have to…"
"No Mommy! No! I want to go with both of you!" Trunks backed away until he hit the table where Bulma's papers sat. The papers fell of the table and landed right in front of the boy. As if deliberately twisted by fate, those were the divorce papers which Bulma had gotten from her lawyer earlier that day. Trunks read the bold print of the word he had been dreading…DIVORCE. Even at a young age, he understood what it meant. He turned to his mother, then to his father before finally bursting into tears.
"Waaah! I hate you! I hate both of you!" he quickly flew into his room and locked the door.
"TRUNKS!!!"
"Trunks honey, open the door for Mommy. Come now," Bulma called from outside the door. She had been calling on her son for the past five minutes but it seems as though he didn't hear a thing and he certainly had no intentions of coming out.
"Forget it! That kid's head is as hard as a rock!" Vegeta commented. Bulma turned to him angrily.
"How about helping me out here instead of just mumbling!?"
"What do you want me to do?! Break open the door?!"
"I give up!" Bulma sighed and so she continued on calling.
Vegeta went downstairs and grabbed his suite cases.
"And just where are you going?" Bulma followed behind him. He flashed his wife a look and said, "Are you forgetting something? I'm leaving right?! The apartment is waiting for me! I'll be outta here at last!"
"Oh…." It was then that Bulma remembered…Vegeta was leaving. He had all his possessions in his suite cases…all his possessions except what he is about to leave behind…his family. Vegeta slowed his pace, thinking that Bulma would cry and beg him to stay. Then he would hurt her once more by actually leaving her to cry by the doorsteps. But this time, Bulma was even stronger. She didn't even bother to look at him nor say good bye. The disappointed prince slammed the door as if announcing his departure to the world…but Bulma wouldn't even flinch. Vegeta threw his bags to the backseat of the car. With one last look at the house, he drove away.
Bulma lifted the curtains and watched the car until it disappeared from her view. She leaned her back against the wall and clutched the divorce papers tightly. Things have gone really bad…even nasty…but it can't get any worse…can it?
It was time to rest. Vegeta had just finished another session of training in the gravity capsule. He had taken it from Bulma's capsule kit. He got in his boxers and lay down on his very own bed. It was almost as soft as the one he and Bulma had. "It's like nothing's even changed!" he smiled to himself. Slowly, he reached for his mate as he used to many nights before but was surprised when all he grasped was a blanket. That's when he recalled everything. "I was wrong,…" he thought as he threw the blanket on top of him.
Bulma stared on the empty space on the bed. It was her bed now…Vegeta was gone and she could barely believe it. She remembered how he would always reach for her and gently kiss her cheek…then they'd spend the night in each other's arms. Slowly, she reached for Vegeta's pillow and hugged it…digging her nails into it…if one night without Vegeta could result into this, how much more would forever be without him?
Meanwhile, in another room in the Capsule Corporation, Trunks had put a little of his belongings in his backpack. He was running away. "If Mommy and Daddy aren't going to be together anymore, then I don't need to be with them too!" Trunks thought to himself as he snuck out of his room. Before leaving, he went over to his parents' bedroom, where Bulma slept alone with a pillow in her arms. Trunks then slipped a note beside the lamp. "Good bye, Mommy," he kissed his mother's cheek good bye and quickly flew out into the night.