"Sorry, Goten. I'm not really into games today," Trunks picked up a twig and started raking the ground with it. His best friend sat beside him.
"You haven't been into games since you got here! You wouldn't even go training with me and my big brother!" Goten pouted.
"Goten, stop whining. I thought you already understand what Trunks is going through," Gohan went over to sit by the boys.
"Sorry bro…and I'm sorry Trunks,"
"No, I should be the one saying that. You shouldn't be troubling yourselves over me,"
"Oh come on, Trunks," Gohan leaned over and gave Trunks a friendly noogie, "our home is always open for you!"
"You're lucky to have a happy home…", Trunks sadly stood up, "I'm going inside to eat a bit," and with that, he walked toward the house.
The Son boys look at each other, then shook their heads.
"It's so hard to make him forget," Gohan stated.
"You're right," his little brother agreed, "sometimes I'm glad we don't have a father."
"Goten! Don't say that!"
"Why?"
"You don't know Dad the way I did and I can tell you…we are lucky to have him for a father. Trunks wasn't lucky enough to have a father as kind as ours,"
"Oh…did he love you and Mommy?"
"A lot."
"Do you think he'd love me too?"
"Of course! You're an exact replica of Dad when he was about your age. Now let's stop thinking about those things. We've got training to do,"
"Yeah!"
Trunks sat down at the table, eating a sandwich. He was still sad from all that has happened. He missed both his parents so much…but of course, kids always miss their mothers the most. Chichi sat down beside him.
"You miss them don't you?"
"Yeah…"
"So are you ready to go home now?"
Trunks almost choked on his food. He turned to his mother's best friend and quickly shook his head no.
"Oh Trunks…don't you think two weeks is long enough? Your mother is worried sick. I even heard that she's called the police to look for you,"
"No…I'm not coming back,"
"What if they find you here?"
"Then I'll have to run away from them again,"
" So all you're going to do is run away from your problems?"
The boy was silenced by Chichi's words. The widow put one hand on his little shoulders.
"Trunks, running away from your problems won't solve it. You have to face your problems courageously,"
Trunks looked into her eyes. It was almost as if he could see his own mother in her. His lips began to quiver. He then embraced Chichi and cried in her arms as he would with Bulma.
"Aunt Chichi…I miss my mom…and my dad…"
"Shush…" she stroked the boy's purple hair, "do you want to go home now?"
Trunks nodded. Chichi put on a smile of relief. She had finally convinced the boy to go home. Bulma would be ever so happy. After awhile, Trunks was already in the car with Gohan and Videl.
"Sorry if I can't come with you, Trunks. I have to stay with Mommy," Goten waved goodbye.
"That's okay, Goten. Thanks a lot for everything!" he waved at his best friend as the car sped away.
As Gohan drove, he noticed Trunks looking at him, then at Videl, and vice versa. Videl noticed it herself and so she turned to the back seat.
"Hey Trunks! How come you keep on looking at both of us?"
"Nothing…I was just wondering…will you two ever have a divorce?"
Videl and Gohan looked at each other then blushed.
"D-divorce? I hate divorce!" Videl blurted out, her face as red as a tomato.
"So…you wouldn't want to divorce me when we get married?" Gohan asked mischievously.
"I didn't say anything about marrying you, you twit!" Videl crossed her arms and looked away from the boys.
"Don't mind her…doesn't she look cute when she gets all angry like that?"
Gohan smiled. Trunks snickered behind them.
"GRRRRR!!"
Not long after, they had arrived at the Capsule Corporation. Trunks got off the car and shifted his back pack nervously.
"Well…good luck kid!" Gohan gave the boy a thumbs up.
"Thanks!" Trunks waved goodbye once more and watched the car 'til it disappeared from his view. He looked at their house. It had seemed like forever since he last saw it.
"I might as well get this thing over with…" he entered the property. He didn't want his parents to see him right away though. He flew around the house, looking through every window. His parent's room was empty, though the bed was all messed up. He flew down to a certain window. He looked through the glass and saw his parents, having their lunch in the dining room. Both of them were in their bath robes.
"They must've been swimming in the pool again," Trunks thought. But that wasn't the only thing that he noticed. Both his parents had big smiles on their faces. They were sitting very close to each other. Trunks watched in awe as Bulma shoved a piece of cake in Vegeta's mouth. When the prince swallowed it all up, he whispered something to his wife. She giggled and kissed her husband's cheek. The eight- year-old boy could barely believe it. Quickly, he entered the house and ran towards the dining room. When he got there, he stopped, and let his backpack drop to the floor. Vegeta and Bulma turned around, their eyes widening upon seeing their son.
"TRUNKS!!!"
"M-mommy? D-daddy?"
Before Trunks could say anything else, the couple ran to their little boy and embraced him tightly.
"ACK! Mom! Dad! I can't breathe!!"
They let their son loose.
"Trunks! How are you? Where have you been all this time? Are you hurt? Are you hungry?" questions flowed uncontrollably through Bulma's mouth.
"I'm okay, Mom. I was just…"
"Trunks, don't ever do that again, understand?" Vegeta warned.
"Uh…yeah Dad…but…you two…I thought…"
The couple looked at each other and smiled. But before they got a chance to explain, the doorbell rang.
"That must be your grandma and grandpa now."
Vegeta answered the door and his family followed behind him. Contrary to what they expected, it was a lawyer, not the Briefs, who stood outside the door. Vegeta put on a mean look.
"Whaddya want?!"
"I don't have time to waste on you! I'm a very busy man! Where's my client?" the lawyer looked behind the prince and saw Bulma.
"Ah, Ms. Briefs. So glad you're here. Step aside, sir!" the lawyer shoved Vegeta aside. This got him totally pissed. The lawyer handed Bulma some papers.
"Here are the complete set of divorce papers, madam. All it needs now is the signature of your ex-husband-to-be,"
"B-But…But Mom.." Bulma covered Trunks mouth and gave him a wink of assurance.
"My ex-husband-to-be is right behind you,"
The lawyer looked nervously at Vegeta, who was jarring his teeth in anger.
"Ehem," he handed the papers and a pen to the Saiyan, "just sign on the dotted line."
Vegeta grabbed the papers…and tore them to pieces! He then threw it up in the air like confetti.
"YIPEE! Great, Dad!!!"
The Saiyan royalty grabbed his queen by her waist and smothered his lips against hers in front of everyone. Trunks turned away, covered his eyes, and stuck out his tongue.
"Yuck! Mushy! Blech!"
"S-so…so all my work on those papers were for nothing?!" the lawyer shouted, "I demand you give me my fee!!!"
Vegeta stopped kissing his wife and showed the lawyer a powerful blue ball of energy on his fist.
"Oh I'll give you your fee…you want it?!" he threatened. The lawyer ran out of the property like a frightened little mouse. The Vegeta family laughed at the sight of him.
"And don't you dare come back!!" Trunks called after him. He gave both his parents a warm smile.
"Uh…Mom? Dad? How come you're not going to have a divorce anymore? What happened?"
"We'll explain on the way to Acapulco," Bulma answered.
"A-ca-pul-co?"
"Yup! Your grandparents called us and said they won't be back anytime soon so we might as well go after them," Vegeta followed.
"You mean like a vacation? All of us? Together?" Trunks asked eagerly. His parents nodded.
"After all that has happened, we all deserve a vacation," Bulma smiled at her prince and he smiled back at her.
"HURRRAAY! I can't wait!!! Uh…by the way Dad, …how come you have a bite mark on your lower lip?"
THE END