"For the last time, this is not Charlie's pizza house!!! Do you want me to come over there and kill you?!"
"V-vegeta…it's me…"
"B-bulma?!"
Vegeta could hardly believe it. He stood there for awhile, waiting for Bulma to say something…then he started to snicker.
"I know…you can't live without me can you?"
"It's not that you conceited oaf!" Bulma tried to control the shaking of her voice but Vegeta immediately noticed it.
"Just admit it! You've been crying over me and you want me to come back to you right?"
At that moment, Bulma began crying over the phone. Vegeta put on a more serious face.
"What is it?"
"Trunks…he…he ran away…and it's all your fault!!"
Vegeta was held aback by what he heard. Being the child's father, he does worry about his son…in a way.
"My fault?! How is it my fault?! When did he run away?! What makes you so sure he ran away!?"
"He left a note beside me last night saying that if we can't live together anymore, he can't live with us either…" Bulma finished, tears raining down from her deep blue eyes. The prince sat down, shaking. After all of the discipline he implied, the boy is really stubborn!
"I've phoned the police," Bulma continued, "and they're searching for him right now. That's all I wanted to tell you…" then she hung up. Vegeta listened to the silence at the other end of the line before putting the receiver down. His son…his only son…was gone.
Another day has passed and the police still had no idea of Trunks' whereabouts. It was already dark when Dr. Briefs returned from the police station. When he entered the living room, his wife and his daughter greeted him.
"D-daddy…any word on Trunks?"
"I'm sorry pumpkin but they haven't found your son yet…"
"Oh,.."
"But I do however, have some good news!" Dr. Briefs tried to cheer his daughter up.
"Is it Trunks?!" Bulma asked eagerly.
"Err…no. It's…" before the inventor could finish his sentence, Vegeta came in, dragging behind the suite cases which he had carried with him two days ago.
"You!" Bulma pointed at him, "it's all your fault! You better bring my son back or…"
"I came here so we can solve this problem not to waste my time arguing with you!"
"Why you…"
"Bulma! Vegeta! Stop!" Mrs. Briefs called out, "do you think all this fighting is going to solve anything?!"
"Well she started it!"
"Oh so now it's my fault?!"
"Listen!" Dr. Briefs faced his daughter, "me and your mother think you both need some time alone to work things out so we'll be flying for Acapulco tonight. I'm the guest speaker for the inventor's summit to be held there,"
"We'll be gone for two to three weeks I guess," Mrs. Briefs added.
"Mommy! Daddy! You never told me anything…"
"Shush dear! We've already booked ourselves for the flight! Sorry! Toodles!" Mrs. Briefs waved good bye and hurried outside where Dr. Briefs sat on the car with a bunch of luggage. The Vegeta couple watched in disbelief, as the car sped away. They were once again, left alone together. They wouldn't even bother to look at each other. Slowly, Vegeta carried his suite cases to the guestroom…not in the master's bedroom. After he was all settled in, he went downstairs to the living room, where he found his supposed-to-be ex-wife sitting at one end of the couch. He sat at the other end of it. Both of them had the same reason of being there…they were both waiting for the police to call. Sure enough, the phone rang. Vegeta listened anxiously as Bulma answered the phone.
"Hello? Yes, speaking. Well? … Oh…I see. When was it? …Okay…thank you, officer,"
"What did they say?" Vegeta asked without looking at her.
"A couple of teens saw him eating at Burger delight yesterday but they didn't see where he went," Bulma sighed sadly.
"Uhmm…" she hesitated, but she knew she had to ask her husband.
"Vegeta, can you just…feel his spiritual aura or something to detect where he is?"
"I tried that already but it seems he has already mastered hiding his powers," Vegeta answered, still not looking at his wife.
Bulma clasped her hands tightly. It was really times like this when she needs a best friend… Chichi!
"That's it!" she quickly reached for the phone.
"What?!" the Saiyan questioned.
"I think I know where Trunks is!" Bulma exclaimed as she dialed the number.
In the Son's household, the Son boys held on to their mother tightly.
"Let me go! I have to call Bulma! She'd be worried sick by now!"
"Mom, please! Trunks needs our help!" Gohan cried.
"Yes, Mommy! Trunks is my best friend and we have to help him!" Goten followed, while tightly wrapping his arms around his mother's knee.
"Look! Hiding him here isn't going to help his parents get back together! Now, let me go or else I won't give you any allowance for weeks!" Chichi threatened and her sons immediately let her loose. Before she could reach for the phone, Trunks came inside the room.
"Aunt Chichi, please don't tell Mom and Dad…please?"
Chichi examined the boy from head to toe. He had been crying since he got there and it was only then that he had stopped. The phone rang and so, she picked it up.
"Hello? Oh it's you Bulma! I haven't heard from you for a long time!" she flashed a look at the three boys who were by then, exchanging worried glances.
"Yes, I've heard…he's there? Why? Oh I see…hmm…Trunks? Have I seen Trunks?" Chichi turned to look at the boys again.
"Sorry, Bulma," she finally answered, "I haven't seen him…oh I'm sure he's alright. He'll have to come back soon. Okay. See ya!" then she hung up, causing a sigh of relief to come out from the boys.
"Thank you, Aunt Chichi," Trunks bent down as a sign of gratitude, the traditional Japanese way. Chichi knelt down to the boy and put one hand on his shoulder.
"Trunks, I really hate lying to your mother but well…maybe giving both of them some time alone will straighten things out,"
"You think so Aunt Chichi? You think they'll ever get back together?"
"I hope so…I'd hate to see Bulma raising you alone…I know how it feels to be a single parent…it's so…" Chichi bent her head down, her lips quivering.
"Aunt Chichi…are you crying?"
"I'm sorry…it's just that I miss Goku so much," she wiped her tears away.
"Hey Mom! What's for dinner? I'm starved!" Gohan exclaimed, attempting to change the subject.
"Dinner?" Chichi stood up, "I've already prepared it. Roast turkey for everyone!"
"Hurray!!!"
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