Note: Someone pointed this out to me in a review... The song I used last chapter was "You Body IS A wonderland" (not into.) (Thanks, whoever you were...I forgot your name). THIS chapter has some more lyrics from yet another song I DON'T own. And I don't even know its official title or who sings it, but I would guess it's titled "My Eyes Adored You". Anyway, the point is, I don't claim to own it.
Warning: The end of this chapter almost made ME cry...and I WROTE it. Just so you know, it's a little bit sad. And a little bit sappy too, but there will be much sappier moments later, just to tell you... (so if this is too sappy...you might not want to continue after the next chapter because it'll get worse. Of course to ME, that actually means BETTER... *smile/smirk*)
After three days of non-stop pestering, Vegeta had finally allowed Trunks a day off from his schooling. Now he wasn't so sure it was a good idea. The music was blasting behind him and Trunks was running all over the place, playing some silly game with his kitten. It wasn't even lunch time yet and already Vegeta was contemplating taking the risk of allowing him out of the control room. He shuddered at all the damage he could cause in the kitchen, the bathroom, the training room...HIS bedroom...no, he couldn't let Trunks out. It was too risky. Especially now that he was wound up tighter than a bed spring from being stuck on the ship with nothing to do but school and radio. And training.
Vegeta had read somewhere that hyper-active kids sometimes reacted differently to things. Maybe Trunks was hyper-active and if he gave him some candy it would settle him down instead of speed him up. Unfortunately, he didn't have candy and there was nowhere he could stop to get some. It was probably for the best anyway. He really DIDN'T want his son eating that junk. The thought was only out of desperation for some semblance of peace.
"Hey Dad?" Vegeta hadn't even realised Trunks was now sitting in the passager seat.
"What?"
"Can we call mom?"
"No!" Vegeta snapped.
"But I really miss her, Dad. Why not?"
"She's busy." Vegeta figured she probably WAS too...looking for Trunks.
"How do you know?"
"I just KNOW, alright? Now turn that music down!" Vegeta spat.
Trunks hopped out of the seat with a sigh and turned his radio down a few notches. Then he proceed to jump in the air, trying to touch the ceiling. It was 15 ft in the air. Trunks was a good jumped, but not quite good enough to hit it. For nearly half an hour Vegeta listened to the grunts as his child continually jumped. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, it stopped.
"Darn!" Trunks exclaimed, panting. "I can't do it without super." Quickly he turned super, touched the ceiling, then sat down on his desk to rest. "Hey Dad...how much longer till we get to Ghendis?"
Vegeta frowned, almost shuddering at the thought. "One week, six days, and nine hours."
Trunks was puzzled for a second, until he realised that was escentially the equivalent of two weeks. "Aw man!" he fell back on his desk, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds. "Do we REALLY have to go? I wanna go home!"
"Yes, now shut up about it!"
"Ugh! Is it gonna take this long to get back?"
Vegeta didn't answer, he only clenched his teeth. He didn't want to tell him yet that they WEREN'T going back.
"Are you sure Mom's busy?"
"If you're THAT concerned, write her a note and I'll send it back on a mail ship when we get there," he lied. Earthlings knew nothing of the other planets in the universe and they certainly had no intraspacial mailing system!
'Good idea!' Trunks thought to himself as he pulled some paper out of his desk and began writing, singing along to all the songs that came on as he did so.
Dear Mom,
I miss you. Don't know what Ghendis is like since we STILL haven't got there. Dad's making me do school work. You'd be happy, but I think it stinks. Everything stinks around here! There's nothing to do and Dad won't let me even leave the room without him. Just because I accidentally broke the bed. I'm really sorry Mom, it was an accident... BUT, Dad let me get a kitten! His name is Trusei after me and his middle name is Vegeta after Dad. And I'm his father and he really likes me. I really miss you Mom. I can't complain TOO much though cause it's really cool to spend time with Dad, even though he's been pretty snippy lately. I hope I'll see you soon. I Love you! And grandma and grandpa too!
Love,
Trunks Vegeta Brief
Trunks put the pen down and sighed. He couldn't think of anything else to write, and he was still bored. Then another idea came to him. He pulled out some more paper and began drawing. It was something he only did in desperate situation. Which is exactly what this was.
Vegeta couldn't take it anymore. "Trunks, turn the music off," he commanded.
"Why?"
"Because I SAID to!"
Trunks whined as flipped the power switch.
"Knock it off!" Vegeta snapped. Then he remembered something. "Don't move," he pointed, eyeing the boy as he left the room for a few minutes. When he came back he was carrying a walkman and headphones. He'd forgotten he'd bought them. "Here." Trunks smiled, pulling them on and putting a compilation CD in.
* * * * *
Bulma was utterly exhausted as she drug herself out of her plane and into her house once again. She was determined to get to her room and reach the last dragonball before falling asleep, but she wasn't sure she'd make it. She'd been on the go none-stop for a number of days now with only a few minutes of sleep here and there. But how could anyone expect her to sleep when her baby was gone?
"Hi, dear, did you get the dragonballs?"
"Almost, mother...," Bulma was so tired she sounded drunk.
"Oh, honey, maybe you'd better rest a minute," Mrs. Briefs went to her daughter, putting an arm around her back for support.
"No, I have to get the last dragonball. It's in my room..."
"Sit right there on the couch. I'll find it for you," Mrs. Briefs assured. "Just close your eyes for a few minutes and I'll be right back with it.
Bulma wanted to refuse, but she didn't have the energy. Instead she did as her mother instructed.
* * * * *
"...My eyes adored you. though I never laid a hand on you, my eyes adored you. Like a million miles away from you, you never saw how I adored you....so close, so close and yet so far...," Trunks wasn't aware he was singing outloud.
Vegeta was about to get annoyed when the words his son was singing suddenly hit him. His voice was soft, as if he were only meaning to lip sing the words. He turned and looked at him for a moment. Trunks had moved the desk away and was laying on his stomach in the corner, a rather sad look on his face as he drew. One thing was good. He wasn't bouncing all over the place and he was being quiet. More than usual anyway. Vegeta watched as he absently put his small finger in the corner of his mouth, assessing his drawing. Quickly he turned back as Trunks looked up.
Trunks watched his father's back for a few seconds. He'd drawn three different pictures of him already. Why was he always frowning? Trunks couldn't even DRAW him with a smile. Again he sang the chorus of the song playing on his walkman.
This time Vegeta didn't turn around. He contemplated the words himself. They fit HIM real well. As annying as the last week had been, Vegeta still adored Trunks, from a distance, and never made any efforts to change the distance between them. He sighed, staring absently at the stars flying by, wondering if he would ever change that. Why was it such a difficult thing to do?
Trunks sighed, drawing himself next to his father in one of his pictures. Then he pushed the back button on his CD so he could hear the last song one more time. He didn't know why he'd done it. It was only making him depressed. Out of nowhere he realised he was drawing a new picture, this time of Goten. He missed playing with Goten. Sure, he was a pain sometimes, but Trunks still really liked him. He was his best friend, afterall.
"Hey Dad?" Trunks got an idea.
"What?"
Trunks pulled the headphones down around his neck. "Can we call Goku and have him use instant transmission to bring Goten up here?"
Vegeta raised one eye brow staring oddly at his son. "Are you crazy? NO!"
"Why not?" Trunks whined.
"Because the last thing I need up here now is Kakarot's youngest son! If there's anything that causes more trouble than YOU, it's you and Goten TOGETHER!"
"We'll be good, I promise."
"It's out of the question, now forget about it."
Trunks sulked, looking back to his paper as he scribbled across his picture of his friend with a frown, muttering to himself. "I can't even have ONE little thing...it's not like we're gonna blow the place up..."
* * * * *
Bulma woke, rubbing her head. She felt like there were weights covering her
body. She could hear her mother shuffling around in the kitchen and lights were flooding
the room. How long had she been asleep? She felt incredibly disoriented and it took her a few seconds to remember what she'd been doing.
"Mother, did you get the last dragonball?" Bulma stumbled into the dining area.
"I couldn't find it, dear. But sit down, breakfast will be ready soon."
"You couldn't find it? How hard did you look? How long have I been sleeping?"
"About four hours."
"Four HOURS?! Mother! Why didn't you wake me?"
"You were so tired...I thought you needed the rest..."
"What I NEED is my SON!" Bulma staggered up to her room and began tearing it apart, searching for the dragonball. It wasn't where she'd remembered leaving it. A lot of things were missing. Vegeta's things. She stopped for a second, eyes wide. "...He wouldn't... no, maybe Trunks took it," she decided to check his room before giving in to what her intuition was telling her.
Both rooms were in shambles when she finally stopped, standing in the middle of Trunks' room. Tears sprang to her eyes as she stared hopelessly, conceding to the truth. "He took it. HE TOOK IT! That POMPOUS ARROGANT JERK! DANG you, Vegeta!"
Her anger was welling. Letting out a scream of frustration, Bulma sank to the floor sobbing. Without all seven Dragonballs she wouldn't be able to wish Trunks back to her. And if Vegeta had the seventh ball there was no way for her to get it. The universe was HUGE! She couldn't just hop in a space ship and try to find them by default! Now there was NO way of getting her child back.
* * * * *
Trunks was at it again. Vegeta had gotten a whole hour of relative peace, but after lunch and training, Trunks had pulled all the toys out of his bedroom and into the control room and built them into a giant tower against one wall. Then...WHAM, CRASH, CRINKLE...Trunks ran half way across the room and then proceeded to dive onto his stomach and slide straight into the pile of them, knocking everything to the ground. This was the third time he'd done it.
The night before Vegeta had caught him doing something of the sort in the bath tub. He had emptied all the water and soaped the whole thing up so it would be slick. Vegeta had come in after the third time he heard banging in there and that annoying squeek of skin against porcelin. Trunks had been covered in soap and sliding around from on end to the other of the tub. His father's sudden entrance had startled him and he'd gotten sent straight to bed--after washing the soap off, of course.
"Trunks, if you do that ONE more time, tonight's training will be double hard," Vegeta warned. "Now pick up those toys and put them back in your room. And don't break anything in the process!"
"Aww," Trunks complained with a scowl and he filled his arms with as many toys as he could carry.
The control room was clean again. It was boring again. It was boring no matter WHAT was in there! Trunks stared out the front window with irritation for a little while. Then he decided to play with Trusei. After the third time he'd gone bounding over the top of his father's lap with that cat chasing after him, Vegeta lost his patience.
"That's IT! Trunks, take your radio and go play in the training room and stay there until I say otherwise. And DON'T BREAK anything!" Vegeta roared.
Trunks looked at him with surprise for a moment, but was more than delighted to comply. ANYWHERE was better than being stuck in the control room with his tempermental father. He was getting to be sick of him. He was annoyed at all times and yelling at Trunks every few seconds. BOTH of them were sick of each OTHER. Vegeta had had a constant headache for three days. He felt like blasting that stupid radio to smitherines.
To top it off, Vegeta was having trouble staying as angry at Bulma as he had been before. He was still mad, but now he missed her a lot more. And he had more appreciation for her too. After having to be the one to cook, clean (though he really didn't do that too much...), and watch Trunks at all times, Vegeta was realising just how DIFFICULT that really was. Bulma had been the one doing ALL of that before. True, she had her mother and father to help, but they didn't do much, except play with Trunks some times.
Vegeta snorted lightly, smirking. BOY would it be nice to have someone to watch Trunks just for TWO HOURS a day. Just TWO HOURS away from that little terror and he was sure he could keep his cool. Right now he thought he'd like to explode though. As soon as they got to Ghendis he'd already decided to hire a nanny of some sort. Perhaps a servant/bodyguard combo. He would need someone strong to keep Trunks in line. And he HATED cleaning, so he'd make them do that as well. And while they cleaned, that's when he could spend some time with Trunks. He didn't want to go back to training at all times and rarely seeing the boy. Not after two weeks of spending every waking moment with him. He just wanted a BREAK. That's all.
* * * * *
Trunks was lying on his stomach with his head facing to the left and his eyes closed in the middle of the training room when Vegeta entered at dinner time. His hands were clenched in fists, each sitting on one side of his head, and toys were scattered everywhere. Trusei was laying peacefully on his back, curled in a ball. Vegeta smirked, seeing visions of his son asleep in his crib in that same possition. Quickly he shook his head, trying to shake off the mushy feeling that was melting his heart. GOSH, he looked cute like that! Vegeta felt like throwing up. The prince of all Sayains having such a thought! Unacceptable!
"Trunks, wake up, it's dinner time."
Trunks face twitched slightly, but otherwise there was no sign of life.
"Trunks...," he stopped. It wasn't any use. He was out cold.
Vegeta sighed as he walked over to the boy, first moving the kitten off his back and then lifting him into his arms and carrying him to his matress. He would let him sleep for awhile longer. It wasn't that big a deal anyway. It would give him more quiet time.
A tingly feeling came over his body as he held his son. He'd never cradled him in such a way since Bulma had forced him when he was a tiny baby. He hadn't shown it at all outwardly, but inside the feeling then was the same as now. It was warm, and... incredibly intense. It immediately reminded him of why he had taken him in the first place and for a split second he allowed himself to wonder if he could even continue living without this child. Trunks had become such a part of him. He WAS a part of him. And he'd never invited the feelings. He'd tried harder than anything NOT to allow them, but there was no STOPPING it.
* * * * *
Bulma sat huddled in the corner of her room, hugging her knees as she stared blankly at the opposite wall, tears rimming the corners of her eyes. She wasn't giving up. She would NEVER give up, but right now she would just have to let the feelings out. Once she had done that she would be able to continue. But right now all of her frustrations were surfacing.
Images of Trunks little body sleeping peacefully on her chest as a newborn baby...visions of his innocent blue eyes looking up at her with such childish affection...it was haunting her. There was no feeling in the world like holding him in her arms and she longed desperately for it now. She'd never been away from her son for so long. The longest had been four days on a business trip. And now it had been two weeks. Two weeks and she wasn't any closer to having him back than she had been to begin with. No progress at all had been made.
In the back of her mind she wondered if she would EVER see him again. At that thought another onslaught of sobs wracked her body.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Sorry this may seem to be drawing out so long to some. I'll be updating the first chapter soon...where I tell which chapters are ones you might want to read and which to skip if you're the type that can't stand nothing crucial happening. (...of course this is a drama type story so nothing really action-oriented is happening ANYWHERE in here...) I have to warn everyone...there's still quite a bit of story to go. This is only a little over half of what I've got planned. (I develop things slowly in this story...sorry. But hey...at least I'm getting a new chapter up daily...right?)
Warning: The end of this chapter almost made ME cry...and I WROTE it. Just so you know, it's a little bit sad. And a little bit sappy too, but there will be much sappier moments later, just to tell you... (so if this is too sappy...you might not want to continue after the next chapter because it'll get worse. Of course to ME, that actually means BETTER... *smile/smirk*)
After three days of non-stop pestering, Vegeta had finally allowed Trunks a day off from his schooling. Now he wasn't so sure it was a good idea. The music was blasting behind him and Trunks was running all over the place, playing some silly game with his kitten. It wasn't even lunch time yet and already Vegeta was contemplating taking the risk of allowing him out of the control room. He shuddered at all the damage he could cause in the kitchen, the bathroom, the training room...HIS bedroom...no, he couldn't let Trunks out. It was too risky. Especially now that he was wound up tighter than a bed spring from being stuck on the ship with nothing to do but school and radio. And training.
Vegeta had read somewhere that hyper-active kids sometimes reacted differently to things. Maybe Trunks was hyper-active and if he gave him some candy it would settle him down instead of speed him up. Unfortunately, he didn't have candy and there was nowhere he could stop to get some. It was probably for the best anyway. He really DIDN'T want his son eating that junk. The thought was only out of desperation for some semblance of peace.
"Hey Dad?" Vegeta hadn't even realised Trunks was now sitting in the passager seat.
"What?"
"Can we call mom?"
"No!" Vegeta snapped.
"But I really miss her, Dad. Why not?"
"She's busy." Vegeta figured she probably WAS too...looking for Trunks.
"How do you know?"
"I just KNOW, alright? Now turn that music down!" Vegeta spat.
Trunks hopped out of the seat with a sigh and turned his radio down a few notches. Then he proceed to jump in the air, trying to touch the ceiling. It was 15 ft in the air. Trunks was a good jumped, but not quite good enough to hit it. For nearly half an hour Vegeta listened to the grunts as his child continually jumped. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, it stopped.
"Darn!" Trunks exclaimed, panting. "I can't do it without super." Quickly he turned super, touched the ceiling, then sat down on his desk to rest. "Hey Dad...how much longer till we get to Ghendis?"
Vegeta frowned, almost shuddering at the thought. "One week, six days, and nine hours."
Trunks was puzzled for a second, until he realised that was escentially the equivalent of two weeks. "Aw man!" he fell back on his desk, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds. "Do we REALLY have to go? I wanna go home!"
"Yes, now shut up about it!"
"Ugh! Is it gonna take this long to get back?"
Vegeta didn't answer, he only clenched his teeth. He didn't want to tell him yet that they WEREN'T going back.
"Are you sure Mom's busy?"
"If you're THAT concerned, write her a note and I'll send it back on a mail ship when we get there," he lied. Earthlings knew nothing of the other planets in the universe and they certainly had no intraspacial mailing system!
'Good idea!' Trunks thought to himself as he pulled some paper out of his desk and began writing, singing along to all the songs that came on as he did so.
Dear Mom,
I miss you. Don't know what Ghendis is like since we STILL haven't got there. Dad's making me do school work. You'd be happy, but I think it stinks. Everything stinks around here! There's nothing to do and Dad won't let me even leave the room without him. Just because I accidentally broke the bed. I'm really sorry Mom, it was an accident... BUT, Dad let me get a kitten! His name is Trusei after me and his middle name is Vegeta after Dad. And I'm his father and he really likes me. I really miss you Mom. I can't complain TOO much though cause it's really cool to spend time with Dad, even though he's been pretty snippy lately. I hope I'll see you soon. I Love you! And grandma and grandpa too!
Love,
Trunks Vegeta Brief
Trunks put the pen down and sighed. He couldn't think of anything else to write, and he was still bored. Then another idea came to him. He pulled out some more paper and began drawing. It was something he only did in desperate situation. Which is exactly what this was.
Vegeta couldn't take it anymore. "Trunks, turn the music off," he commanded.
"Why?"
"Because I SAID to!"
Trunks whined as flipped the power switch.
"Knock it off!" Vegeta snapped. Then he remembered something. "Don't move," he pointed, eyeing the boy as he left the room for a few minutes. When he came back he was carrying a walkman and headphones. He'd forgotten he'd bought them. "Here." Trunks smiled, pulling them on and putting a compilation CD in.
* * * * *
Bulma was utterly exhausted as she drug herself out of her plane and into her house once again. She was determined to get to her room and reach the last dragonball before falling asleep, but she wasn't sure she'd make it. She'd been on the go none-stop for a number of days now with only a few minutes of sleep here and there. But how could anyone expect her to sleep when her baby was gone?
"Hi, dear, did you get the dragonballs?"
"Almost, mother...," Bulma was so tired she sounded drunk.
"Oh, honey, maybe you'd better rest a minute," Mrs. Briefs went to her daughter, putting an arm around her back for support.
"No, I have to get the last dragonball. It's in my room..."
"Sit right there on the couch. I'll find it for you," Mrs. Briefs assured. "Just close your eyes for a few minutes and I'll be right back with it.
Bulma wanted to refuse, but she didn't have the energy. Instead she did as her mother instructed.
* * * * *
"...My eyes adored you. though I never laid a hand on you, my eyes adored you. Like a million miles away from you, you never saw how I adored you....so close, so close and yet so far...," Trunks wasn't aware he was singing outloud.
Vegeta was about to get annoyed when the words his son was singing suddenly hit him. His voice was soft, as if he were only meaning to lip sing the words. He turned and looked at him for a moment. Trunks had moved the desk away and was laying on his stomach in the corner, a rather sad look on his face as he drew. One thing was good. He wasn't bouncing all over the place and he was being quiet. More than usual anyway. Vegeta watched as he absently put his small finger in the corner of his mouth, assessing his drawing. Quickly he turned back as Trunks looked up.
Trunks watched his father's back for a few seconds. He'd drawn three different pictures of him already. Why was he always frowning? Trunks couldn't even DRAW him with a smile. Again he sang the chorus of the song playing on his walkman.
This time Vegeta didn't turn around. He contemplated the words himself. They fit HIM real well. As annying as the last week had been, Vegeta still adored Trunks, from a distance, and never made any efforts to change the distance between them. He sighed, staring absently at the stars flying by, wondering if he would ever change that. Why was it such a difficult thing to do?
Trunks sighed, drawing himself next to his father in one of his pictures. Then he pushed the back button on his CD so he could hear the last song one more time. He didn't know why he'd done it. It was only making him depressed. Out of nowhere he realised he was drawing a new picture, this time of Goten. He missed playing with Goten. Sure, he was a pain sometimes, but Trunks still really liked him. He was his best friend, afterall.
"Hey Dad?" Trunks got an idea.
"What?"
Trunks pulled the headphones down around his neck. "Can we call Goku and have him use instant transmission to bring Goten up here?"
Vegeta raised one eye brow staring oddly at his son. "Are you crazy? NO!"
"Why not?" Trunks whined.
"Because the last thing I need up here now is Kakarot's youngest son! If there's anything that causes more trouble than YOU, it's you and Goten TOGETHER!"
"We'll be good, I promise."
"It's out of the question, now forget about it."
Trunks sulked, looking back to his paper as he scribbled across his picture of his friend with a frown, muttering to himself. "I can't even have ONE little thing...it's not like we're gonna blow the place up..."
* * * * *
Bulma woke, rubbing her head. She felt like there were weights covering her
body. She could hear her mother shuffling around in the kitchen and lights were flooding
the room. How long had she been asleep? She felt incredibly disoriented and it took her a few seconds to remember what she'd been doing.
"Mother, did you get the last dragonball?" Bulma stumbled into the dining area.
"I couldn't find it, dear. But sit down, breakfast will be ready soon."
"You couldn't find it? How hard did you look? How long have I been sleeping?"
"About four hours."
"Four HOURS?! Mother! Why didn't you wake me?"
"You were so tired...I thought you needed the rest..."
"What I NEED is my SON!" Bulma staggered up to her room and began tearing it apart, searching for the dragonball. It wasn't where she'd remembered leaving it. A lot of things were missing. Vegeta's things. She stopped for a second, eyes wide. "...He wouldn't... no, maybe Trunks took it," she decided to check his room before giving in to what her intuition was telling her.
Both rooms were in shambles when she finally stopped, standing in the middle of Trunks' room. Tears sprang to her eyes as she stared hopelessly, conceding to the truth. "He took it. HE TOOK IT! That POMPOUS ARROGANT JERK! DANG you, Vegeta!"
Her anger was welling. Letting out a scream of frustration, Bulma sank to the floor sobbing. Without all seven Dragonballs she wouldn't be able to wish Trunks back to her. And if Vegeta had the seventh ball there was no way for her to get it. The universe was HUGE! She couldn't just hop in a space ship and try to find them by default! Now there was NO way of getting her child back.
* * * * *
Trunks was at it again. Vegeta had gotten a whole hour of relative peace, but after lunch and training, Trunks had pulled all the toys out of his bedroom and into the control room and built them into a giant tower against one wall. Then...WHAM, CRASH, CRINKLE...Trunks ran half way across the room and then proceeded to dive onto his stomach and slide straight into the pile of them, knocking everything to the ground. This was the third time he'd done it.
The night before Vegeta had caught him doing something of the sort in the bath tub. He had emptied all the water and soaped the whole thing up so it would be slick. Vegeta had come in after the third time he heard banging in there and that annoying squeek of skin against porcelin. Trunks had been covered in soap and sliding around from on end to the other of the tub. His father's sudden entrance had startled him and he'd gotten sent straight to bed--after washing the soap off, of course.
"Trunks, if you do that ONE more time, tonight's training will be double hard," Vegeta warned. "Now pick up those toys and put them back in your room. And don't break anything in the process!"
"Aww," Trunks complained with a scowl and he filled his arms with as many toys as he could carry.
The control room was clean again. It was boring again. It was boring no matter WHAT was in there! Trunks stared out the front window with irritation for a little while. Then he decided to play with Trusei. After the third time he'd gone bounding over the top of his father's lap with that cat chasing after him, Vegeta lost his patience.
"That's IT! Trunks, take your radio and go play in the training room and stay there until I say otherwise. And DON'T BREAK anything!" Vegeta roared.
Trunks looked at him with surprise for a moment, but was more than delighted to comply. ANYWHERE was better than being stuck in the control room with his tempermental father. He was getting to be sick of him. He was annoyed at all times and yelling at Trunks every few seconds. BOTH of them were sick of each OTHER. Vegeta had had a constant headache for three days. He felt like blasting that stupid radio to smitherines.
To top it off, Vegeta was having trouble staying as angry at Bulma as he had been before. He was still mad, but now he missed her a lot more. And he had more appreciation for her too. After having to be the one to cook, clean (though he really didn't do that too much...), and watch Trunks at all times, Vegeta was realising just how DIFFICULT that really was. Bulma had been the one doing ALL of that before. True, she had her mother and father to help, but they didn't do much, except play with Trunks some times.
Vegeta snorted lightly, smirking. BOY would it be nice to have someone to watch Trunks just for TWO HOURS a day. Just TWO HOURS away from that little terror and he was sure he could keep his cool. Right now he thought he'd like to explode though. As soon as they got to Ghendis he'd already decided to hire a nanny of some sort. Perhaps a servant/bodyguard combo. He would need someone strong to keep Trunks in line. And he HATED cleaning, so he'd make them do that as well. And while they cleaned, that's when he could spend some time with Trunks. He didn't want to go back to training at all times and rarely seeing the boy. Not after two weeks of spending every waking moment with him. He just wanted a BREAK. That's all.
* * * * *
Trunks was lying on his stomach with his head facing to the left and his eyes closed in the middle of the training room when Vegeta entered at dinner time. His hands were clenched in fists, each sitting on one side of his head, and toys were scattered everywhere. Trusei was laying peacefully on his back, curled in a ball. Vegeta smirked, seeing visions of his son asleep in his crib in that same possition. Quickly he shook his head, trying to shake off the mushy feeling that was melting his heart. GOSH, he looked cute like that! Vegeta felt like throwing up. The prince of all Sayains having such a thought! Unacceptable!
"Trunks, wake up, it's dinner time."
Trunks face twitched slightly, but otherwise there was no sign of life.
"Trunks...," he stopped. It wasn't any use. He was out cold.
Vegeta sighed as he walked over to the boy, first moving the kitten off his back and then lifting him into his arms and carrying him to his matress. He would let him sleep for awhile longer. It wasn't that big a deal anyway. It would give him more quiet time.
A tingly feeling came over his body as he held his son. He'd never cradled him in such a way since Bulma had forced him when he was a tiny baby. He hadn't shown it at all outwardly, but inside the feeling then was the same as now. It was warm, and... incredibly intense. It immediately reminded him of why he had taken him in the first place and for a split second he allowed himself to wonder if he could even continue living without this child. Trunks had become such a part of him. He WAS a part of him. And he'd never invited the feelings. He'd tried harder than anything NOT to allow them, but there was no STOPPING it.
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Bulma sat huddled in the corner of her room, hugging her knees as she stared blankly at the opposite wall, tears rimming the corners of her eyes. She wasn't giving up. She would NEVER give up, but right now she would just have to let the feelings out. Once she had done that she would be able to continue. But right now all of her frustrations were surfacing.
Images of Trunks little body sleeping peacefully on her chest as a newborn baby...visions of his innocent blue eyes looking up at her with such childish affection...it was haunting her. There was no feeling in the world like holding him in her arms and she longed desperately for it now. She'd never been away from her son for so long. The longest had been four days on a business trip. And now it had been two weeks. Two weeks and she wasn't any closer to having him back than she had been to begin with. No progress at all had been made.
In the back of her mind she wondered if she would EVER see him again. At that thought another onslaught of sobs wracked her body.
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Sorry this may seem to be drawing out so long to some. I'll be updating the first chapter soon...where I tell which chapters are ones you might want to read and which to skip if you're the type that can't stand nothing crucial happening. (...of course this is a drama type story so nothing really action-oriented is happening ANYWHERE in here...) I have to warn everyone...there's still quite a bit of story to go. This is only a little over half of what I've got planned. (I develop things slowly in this story...sorry. But hey...at least I'm getting a new chapter up daily...right?)