WARNING: This chapter contains some PG-11 material. It's really not that bad, but just to let any young readers know they may want to just skip it. (I'll give a quick over view of this chapter in the next one so you wont miss anything important by not reading this)
A/N: Thanks to my reviewers! I didn't know how great it was to get so many good reviews! And a special note for Vegeta lover and Ciria-- I've got this whole fiction planned out. It should be about 17 chapters when finished. It might drag out a little bit, I'll warn you of that, but keep reading. You two WON'T be disappointed with the ending. ;) (I'm the happy ending sort and I try to stay within believable realms of the characters...although Vegeta just might step out of them a bit in the next few chapters after this...) Oh yes, and thanks for the note on Trunks wanting to call Bulma, Vegeta lover. I've been having a little trouble with that aspect. Don't worry though. He'll start into that stuff a little next chappie.
EXTRA NOTE: The song used in this chapter is "Body Into Wonderland" (I think that's what it's called...and it's what gives the chapter its PG-11 rating). I don't know who sings it or who takes credit for it, but it's not me!
"Dad, is there any tape around here?" Trunks asked.
Vegeta shurgged. "How should I know?"
"I'll go look!" Trunks bounded to his feet.
"NO!" Vegeta quickly objected. "Stay here and don't move!" Vegeta left to see if there was any tape stashed away on the ship.
Trunks shrugged and sang along with the music on his radio. He'd driven Vegeta completely out of his mind begging for the past two days to listen to his radio while he did his school work. Under normal circumstances Vegeta never would have given in. In fact, he would have pounded the boy for pesting after he'd already said 'no' umptine times. But, Trunks was getting so bored with his work that he was constantly falling asleep. It was like if he wasn't moving he was sleeping. Just watching him made Vegeta tired. Anyway, he had finally given in just for the hope that he would stay awake and get his studies done.
Trunks stood, dancing to the music while he wrote in giant letters 'purple', using an entire sheet of paper to do it. He then took another sheet and wrote 'yellow'. Vegeta came back a few minutes later, dropping the tape on his desk as he continued back to his seat in the front of the room. The one thing Trunks couldn't complain about was how big the control room was. There was plenty of room for him to move. The dimentions must have been something like 20 ft by 15 ft.
Grabbing the tape, Trunks put a whole bunch on each of the papers, then fastened them to the floor, leaving about five feet between each one. "There," he smiled happily at his accomplishment.
"You had better be doing your lessons...," Vegeta warned.
"I am," Trunks stated casually. Then took a lfying leap onto the paper labeled 'green', hollering; "Eightah!" he then jumped to the one labeled 'yellow', yelling; "Leilak!"
Vegeta raised an eybrow, turning momentarily to see what he was doing.
The next color was blue. Trunks stopped, staring at it for a few seconds. "Uh-oh...What's blue? ...Dad, what's blue?"
"Look at your book for heaven's sake!" Vegeta refused to give the answer away. There really wasn't much purpose in teaching Trunks how to speak the planetary language of Vegeta-sei, since the planet no longer existed. But it was the principal of the matter that counted.
"But then I'll have to start over," Trunks complained.
Vegeta continued staring straight ahead, refusing to answer.
"Darn," Trunks muttered, leaving the paper he was standing on and looking at his book again. "Aqui! Oh yeah!"
Sighing Vegeta tried to ignore the pain in his head. He'd only had a few headaches that he could remember. Interestingly they were much more frequent now that he wouldn't allow Trunks out of the control room unless he were present. And that couldn't be helped. The first free hour he'd had, two days earlier, Trunks had broken his bed frame by jumping too hard on it. Vegeta had to take it out and leave him with just the matress to sleep on. It was surprising enough that the springs in it weren't broken.
His mind wandered to Bulma. For a moment he wished she were there with him, if just to give him a break from his disasterous over energized child. He missed her. She irritated the heck out of him and drove him up the wall with her squeeling, yelling, and excitement over styles and trends, but there was no denying he still loved her. Quickly he pushed all thoughts of his wife away, trying to remember how angry she had made him. He reminded himself that she had wanted him to never to see Trunks again and that immediately made his resentment return. He'd just to make sure and remember that!
* * * * *
Bulma landed on her front lawn and lept out of the ship, running straight for her lab.
"Oh, Bulma, you're back! I just made lunch!" Mrs. Briefs called happily. "Did you find Trunks?"
"No, but don't worry, I've got a sure way of getting him back now!" Bulma came back into the room, holding her dragon rader with a wide smile.
"Oh, that's good, dear. Would you like some tea?"
"Are you kidding?! There's no time for that now, I've gotta find the dragonballs so I can wish Trunks back!" Bulma raced out of the house. She looked at the screen. "Bingo!" the first ball was only a matter of minutes away. And of course the four star ball was with Goku. That was two right there! A great start! At this rate she'd have Trunks back by night fall!
* * * * *
Vegeta glanced at the clock across the room. It was five minutes to 3:00. He was enjoying their afternoon training session a lot more than listening to that irritating music all day, but even more than training, Vegeta was looking forward to Trunks' nap. 'Five more minutes, that's it,' he reassured himself. He glanced at Trunks who was still running circles around the room, as he'd been instructed. He could tell he was tiring quickly and that brought a smirk to his face.
"All right, stop 30 seconds rest and then do 100 sit-ups cool down," Vegeta instructed, sitting down in the middle of the floor to meditate for a few minutes.
He felt a lot better training, but any time they spent in here meant the ship couldn't be moving because of the danger of the part of space they were in. If it weren't for that, he would have reduced Trunks' studying drastically and spent the majority of the day training with him instead.
Training or not, though, Vegeta had no idea a Sayain could get so tired. He could train for days straight without even sleeping and he'd still have stamina. He could fight Kakarot for hours and still keep going. But spending every waking moment of the day with Trunks? There was only one thing he could say. At night, he SLEPT. Just to say THAT was rather unusual for the Prince of all Sayains. Or king, as it were.
"Dad, I'm done. Can I wash up?" Trunks interupted his thoughts.
"Yes, and then take your nap."
"Ok," Trunks was more than happy to comply.
He still wasn't sleeping too well at night. But by the time he got to his nap, he was so tired from the night before he slept just fine. Plus, there was something about knowing his father was awake that somehow made him rest easier.
Vegeta waited until Trunks had finished in the bathroom before he went in and toweled off, looking into the mirror and examining his eyes. They looked rather weary. He was surprised by that. Frowning, he washed his face off then quietly opened Trunks' door to check on him. Sound asleep. He smirked happily. Finally! PEACE!
Once back in the control room, Vegeta started the ship back up, enjoying the beautiful sound of silence as he cleared his mind and prepared to meditate. As much as was possible while keeping an eye ahead for any surprise dangers. Particularly asteroid storms. They were quite common through here.
"Meow," Vegeta turned to see Trusei sitting in the back of the room on Trunks' desk.
"Scat, cat, Trunks is asleep."
"Meow," Trusei began purring.
Vegeta smirked. "Yes, I'm enjoying it too."
* * * * *
"Ok, nice doggy...," Bulma advanced slowly toward the large vicious looking dog that was hovering over the fifth dragonball.
Her search wasn't going quite as well as she had hoped it would. The first three balls were easy to retrieve, but the fourth had been deep in a cave and proved quite difficult to reach. And now, some watchdog thought this fifth one was his play toy.
Bulma jumped as the dog barked at her advancement. "Oh, don't be like that...look, I'll get you a toy. A REAL toy, just...," she again started moving slowly toward the dog. "...just move away..."
Again the dog barked, this time growling. Bulma stood upright, placing a hand on her hip with a frown. She tried to think for a moment. Noticing a stick off to her side, she picked it up and showed it to the dog. He looked at it with interest and slowly his tail began to wag.
"You like this?" Bulma asked. "Want me to throw it? Ok...go fentch!" she threw the thing as far off as she could.
The dog took off after it and Bulma quickly grabbed the dragonball rushing back to her aircraft before the dog could return.
* * * * *
"Trunks, SIT DOWN!" Vegeta called. He'd only been awake half and hour and already he was hopping around the room instead of reading his Vegeta-sei literature. "If that chapter isn't completely read by 5:00, you're not eating dinner!"
"I'm over half done, Dad," Trunks sat down, swinging his feet like wild and bouncing his head around to the music while mouthing the words.
Vegeta frowned. He was LOOKING at the book, and turning pages, but what could he possibly be comprehending of it? Suddenly his thoughts were interupted by Trunks' singing.
"...your candy lips, and your bubble gum tongue..."
'WHAT!' Had he just heard what he thought he'd heard? Vegeta turned, staring in shock to see his son was half way across the room dancing around to the music.
"If you want love, we'll make it..."
That was the last straw! "TURN THAT OFF!"
Trunks stopped eyes wide. "But I like this song..."
"NOW!" Vegeta yelled.
Trunks turned the radio off, but not too soon for Vegeta to catch another line, "This is bound to be...your body into wonderland."
Vegeta looked straight ahead again, completely shocked and disgusted at the same time.
"Dad, why'd I have to turn it off?"
"THAT IS NOT APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN!"
"Huh?" Trunks was confused. "Why not?"
"You're too young to know!"
Trunks thought for a few seconds. "Is it about sex?"
Vegeta almost fell out of his seat as he turned again to face his son. "What do you know about that?!"
"Every time I have to turn something off or leave the room is when it's about sex."
"Do you even know what that is?"
"Well...uh...no."
"GOOD!" Vegeta was apalled. "Now get back to work and no more music until after dinner."
* * * * *
Bulma's eyes were bloodshot as she stared out the window into the darkness outside. After flying for six hours she was just about to the sixth dragonball. Only ten more minutes. "It couldn't hurt to eat something," she pulled a sandwich out of the small bag she'd packed earlier. The time flew by with food as a distraction and thankfully the dragonball was lying right in the middle of a field and absolutely no trouble to get. Only one more to go!
Back on the ship she looked at the radar. Nothing was showing up. That's strange. She sighed. This would mean a lot more work. There were only a few things that could have happened to remove the ball from the radar.
"Wait a second! I've got one in my room! I almost forgot about that!" Bulma remembered. "But why isn't it showing up? That sure is strange!" she steered the ship back toward home. It would take her a good three hours to get back, but at least then she could wish her son straight into her waiting arms. Except she was still baffled as to why the radar wasn't picking it up.
* * * * *
"Hey cool!" Trunks picked something up out of Vegeta's bag.
"Get out of there!" Vegeta ordered. "You aren't even supposed to be in here!"
"But Trusei ran in here and I was just going to get him..."
"Out!" Vegeta ordered. "Put your gi on get ready for morning training."
Vegeta snatched the two star dragonball into his hands, placing it back in the bag. If he knew Bulma, she'd go looking for the dragonballs and try to wish Trunks back first thing. He wouldn't have thought to take one if he hadn't noticed it already in their room as he was throwing his stuff in his bag. 'Insurance,' he smirked. 'Gotta love it.'
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A/N: Thanks to my reviewers! I didn't know how great it was to get so many good reviews! And a special note for Vegeta lover and Ciria-- I've got this whole fiction planned out. It should be about 17 chapters when finished. It might drag out a little bit, I'll warn you of that, but keep reading. You two WON'T be disappointed with the ending. ;) (I'm the happy ending sort and I try to stay within believable realms of the characters...although Vegeta just might step out of them a bit in the next few chapters after this...) Oh yes, and thanks for the note on Trunks wanting to call Bulma, Vegeta lover. I've been having a little trouble with that aspect. Don't worry though. He'll start into that stuff a little next chappie.
EXTRA NOTE: The song used in this chapter is "Body Into Wonderland" (I think that's what it's called...and it's what gives the chapter its PG-11 rating). I don't know who sings it or who takes credit for it, but it's not me!
"Dad, is there any tape around here?" Trunks asked.
Vegeta shurgged. "How should I know?"
"I'll go look!" Trunks bounded to his feet.
"NO!" Vegeta quickly objected. "Stay here and don't move!" Vegeta left to see if there was any tape stashed away on the ship.
Trunks shrugged and sang along with the music on his radio. He'd driven Vegeta completely out of his mind begging for the past two days to listen to his radio while he did his school work. Under normal circumstances Vegeta never would have given in. In fact, he would have pounded the boy for pesting after he'd already said 'no' umptine times. But, Trunks was getting so bored with his work that he was constantly falling asleep. It was like if he wasn't moving he was sleeping. Just watching him made Vegeta tired. Anyway, he had finally given in just for the hope that he would stay awake and get his studies done.
Trunks stood, dancing to the music while he wrote in giant letters 'purple', using an entire sheet of paper to do it. He then took another sheet and wrote 'yellow'. Vegeta came back a few minutes later, dropping the tape on his desk as he continued back to his seat in the front of the room. The one thing Trunks couldn't complain about was how big the control room was. There was plenty of room for him to move. The dimentions must have been something like 20 ft by 15 ft.
Grabbing the tape, Trunks put a whole bunch on each of the papers, then fastened them to the floor, leaving about five feet between each one. "There," he smiled happily at his accomplishment.
"You had better be doing your lessons...," Vegeta warned.
"I am," Trunks stated casually. Then took a lfying leap onto the paper labeled 'green', hollering; "Eightah!" he then jumped to the one labeled 'yellow', yelling; "Leilak!"
Vegeta raised an eybrow, turning momentarily to see what he was doing.
The next color was blue. Trunks stopped, staring at it for a few seconds. "Uh-oh...What's blue? ...Dad, what's blue?"
"Look at your book for heaven's sake!" Vegeta refused to give the answer away. There really wasn't much purpose in teaching Trunks how to speak the planetary language of Vegeta-sei, since the planet no longer existed. But it was the principal of the matter that counted.
"But then I'll have to start over," Trunks complained.
Vegeta continued staring straight ahead, refusing to answer.
"Darn," Trunks muttered, leaving the paper he was standing on and looking at his book again. "Aqui! Oh yeah!"
Sighing Vegeta tried to ignore the pain in his head. He'd only had a few headaches that he could remember. Interestingly they were much more frequent now that he wouldn't allow Trunks out of the control room unless he were present. And that couldn't be helped. The first free hour he'd had, two days earlier, Trunks had broken his bed frame by jumping too hard on it. Vegeta had to take it out and leave him with just the matress to sleep on. It was surprising enough that the springs in it weren't broken.
His mind wandered to Bulma. For a moment he wished she were there with him, if just to give him a break from his disasterous over energized child. He missed her. She irritated the heck out of him and drove him up the wall with her squeeling, yelling, and excitement over styles and trends, but there was no denying he still loved her. Quickly he pushed all thoughts of his wife away, trying to remember how angry she had made him. He reminded himself that she had wanted him to never to see Trunks again and that immediately made his resentment return. He'd just to make sure and remember that!
* * * * *
Bulma landed on her front lawn and lept out of the ship, running straight for her lab.
"Oh, Bulma, you're back! I just made lunch!" Mrs. Briefs called happily. "Did you find Trunks?"
"No, but don't worry, I've got a sure way of getting him back now!" Bulma came back into the room, holding her dragon rader with a wide smile.
"Oh, that's good, dear. Would you like some tea?"
"Are you kidding?! There's no time for that now, I've gotta find the dragonballs so I can wish Trunks back!" Bulma raced out of the house. She looked at the screen. "Bingo!" the first ball was only a matter of minutes away. And of course the four star ball was with Goku. That was two right there! A great start! At this rate she'd have Trunks back by night fall!
* * * * *
Vegeta glanced at the clock across the room. It was five minutes to 3:00. He was enjoying their afternoon training session a lot more than listening to that irritating music all day, but even more than training, Vegeta was looking forward to Trunks' nap. 'Five more minutes, that's it,' he reassured himself. He glanced at Trunks who was still running circles around the room, as he'd been instructed. He could tell he was tiring quickly and that brought a smirk to his face.
"All right, stop 30 seconds rest and then do 100 sit-ups cool down," Vegeta instructed, sitting down in the middle of the floor to meditate for a few minutes.
He felt a lot better training, but any time they spent in here meant the ship couldn't be moving because of the danger of the part of space they were in. If it weren't for that, he would have reduced Trunks' studying drastically and spent the majority of the day training with him instead.
Training or not, though, Vegeta had no idea a Sayain could get so tired. He could train for days straight without even sleeping and he'd still have stamina. He could fight Kakarot for hours and still keep going. But spending every waking moment of the day with Trunks? There was only one thing he could say. At night, he SLEPT. Just to say THAT was rather unusual for the Prince of all Sayains. Or king, as it were.
"Dad, I'm done. Can I wash up?" Trunks interupted his thoughts.
"Yes, and then take your nap."
"Ok," Trunks was more than happy to comply.
He still wasn't sleeping too well at night. But by the time he got to his nap, he was so tired from the night before he slept just fine. Plus, there was something about knowing his father was awake that somehow made him rest easier.
Vegeta waited until Trunks had finished in the bathroom before he went in and toweled off, looking into the mirror and examining his eyes. They looked rather weary. He was surprised by that. Frowning, he washed his face off then quietly opened Trunks' door to check on him. Sound asleep. He smirked happily. Finally! PEACE!
Once back in the control room, Vegeta started the ship back up, enjoying the beautiful sound of silence as he cleared his mind and prepared to meditate. As much as was possible while keeping an eye ahead for any surprise dangers. Particularly asteroid storms. They were quite common through here.
"Meow," Vegeta turned to see Trusei sitting in the back of the room on Trunks' desk.
"Scat, cat, Trunks is asleep."
"Meow," Trusei began purring.
Vegeta smirked. "Yes, I'm enjoying it too."
* * * * *
"Ok, nice doggy...," Bulma advanced slowly toward the large vicious looking dog that was hovering over the fifth dragonball.
Her search wasn't going quite as well as she had hoped it would. The first three balls were easy to retrieve, but the fourth had been deep in a cave and proved quite difficult to reach. And now, some watchdog thought this fifth one was his play toy.
Bulma jumped as the dog barked at her advancement. "Oh, don't be like that...look, I'll get you a toy. A REAL toy, just...," she again started moving slowly toward the dog. "...just move away..."
Again the dog barked, this time growling. Bulma stood upright, placing a hand on her hip with a frown. She tried to think for a moment. Noticing a stick off to her side, she picked it up and showed it to the dog. He looked at it with interest and slowly his tail began to wag.
"You like this?" Bulma asked. "Want me to throw it? Ok...go fentch!" she threw the thing as far off as she could.
The dog took off after it and Bulma quickly grabbed the dragonball rushing back to her aircraft before the dog could return.
* * * * *
"Trunks, SIT DOWN!" Vegeta called. He'd only been awake half and hour and already he was hopping around the room instead of reading his Vegeta-sei literature. "If that chapter isn't completely read by 5:00, you're not eating dinner!"
"I'm over half done, Dad," Trunks sat down, swinging his feet like wild and bouncing his head around to the music while mouthing the words.
Vegeta frowned. He was LOOKING at the book, and turning pages, but what could he possibly be comprehending of it? Suddenly his thoughts were interupted by Trunks' singing.
"...your candy lips, and your bubble gum tongue..."
'WHAT!' Had he just heard what he thought he'd heard? Vegeta turned, staring in shock to see his son was half way across the room dancing around to the music.
"If you want love, we'll make it..."
That was the last straw! "TURN THAT OFF!"
Trunks stopped eyes wide. "But I like this song..."
"NOW!" Vegeta yelled.
Trunks turned the radio off, but not too soon for Vegeta to catch another line, "This is bound to be...your body into wonderland."
Vegeta looked straight ahead again, completely shocked and disgusted at the same time.
"Dad, why'd I have to turn it off?"
"THAT IS NOT APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN!"
"Huh?" Trunks was confused. "Why not?"
"You're too young to know!"
Trunks thought for a few seconds. "Is it about sex?"
Vegeta almost fell out of his seat as he turned again to face his son. "What do you know about that?!"
"Every time I have to turn something off or leave the room is when it's about sex."
"Do you even know what that is?"
"Well...uh...no."
"GOOD!" Vegeta was apalled. "Now get back to work and no more music until after dinner."
* * * * *
Bulma's eyes were bloodshot as she stared out the window into the darkness outside. After flying for six hours she was just about to the sixth dragonball. Only ten more minutes. "It couldn't hurt to eat something," she pulled a sandwich out of the small bag she'd packed earlier. The time flew by with food as a distraction and thankfully the dragonball was lying right in the middle of a field and absolutely no trouble to get. Only one more to go!
Back on the ship she looked at the radar. Nothing was showing up. That's strange. She sighed. This would mean a lot more work. There were only a few things that could have happened to remove the ball from the radar.
"Wait a second! I've got one in my room! I almost forgot about that!" Bulma remembered. "But why isn't it showing up? That sure is strange!" she steered the ship back toward home. It would take her a good three hours to get back, but at least then she could wish her son straight into her waiting arms. Except she was still baffled as to why the radar wasn't picking it up.
* * * * *
"Hey cool!" Trunks picked something up out of Vegeta's bag.
"Get out of there!" Vegeta ordered. "You aren't even supposed to be in here!"
"But Trusei ran in here and I was just going to get him..."
"Out!" Vegeta ordered. "Put your gi on get ready for morning training."
Vegeta snatched the two star dragonball into his hands, placing it back in the bag. If he knew Bulma, she'd go looking for the dragonballs and try to wish Trunks back first thing. He wouldn't have thought to take one if he hadn't noticed it already in their room as he was throwing his stuff in his bag. 'Insurance,' he smirked. 'Gotta love it.'
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