A/N: SORRY! I took forever getting this next one up! I had to work ALL day and I spent the night last night at the house with the cat I'm babysitting until the 22nd. but THANKS SO MUCH for all the WONDERFUL reviews! I practically fell out of my chair when I found out how many reviews I got on the last chapter! THANKS, Thanks, THANKS! (and for the suggestions I got too...even though I'm not gonna go back and write anything over. I'll let you imagine in those blanks and i'll do that same because I like the idea...particularly on what Chibi-Raye-Chan said.)
Warning: Contains sap.
Disclaimer: I used lyrics from "For My Culture" again in this chapter and I STILL don't claim ownership of the song. so and so, featuring Robby Williams does it... (refer to the other chapter I used it for the full name of the band/artist)
Strangely, it was Trunks who woke first in the morning. He tilted his head upward to see his father's face. His arm was still wrapped snugly around Trunks' waist, anchoring him there. As much as Trunks loved the feeling of protection it gave him, he had something else in mind that he wanted to do. As carefully and quietly as he could, he sat up and wiggled away from his father, climbing over the top of his chest and hopping off the bed. Vegeta opened one eye, watching him as he left the room. Then he closed his them again. He was awake now, but he didn't feel like getting up just yet.
Before advancing to the control room, Trunks stopped off in his room to say good morning to his kitten, who was curled up on his pillow, sleeping soundly. "Hey Trusei, guess what?" he talked very quietly. "My Dad loves me. It's strange to you because you always knew I loved you, but I didn't always know," his voice was rather proud as he carried the cat along with him, placing him on his desk in the corner.
Pulling out a piece of paper he began writing.
* * * * *
Vegeta had laid in bed for quite awhile and then he had gotten up and fixed breakfast. Now it was almost done and Trunks was STILL sitting at his desk writing something. "Hey, Trunks. Are you going to eat? Breakfast is ready," he called to him.
"Ok, just a second," Trunks replied.
Shaking his head, Vegeta went into the control room and stared at his son. "You were up rather early today, don't you think?"
Trunks looked up for a second, then continued scribbling on the paper. Finally he was done. He hid a smile and handed his father the paper, then went into the kitchen to eat. Vegeta read the header: 'History of Vegeta-sei, by Trunks Vegeta Brief'. He'd rewritten his report! For a few seconds Vegeta stared into the kitchen, with surprise. Then he went to his seat in the control room and began reading the paper.
~
I didn't pay much attention to my book. I can't write a lot of facts or dates. But I am going to write what I think about it. The Sayains that lived there were strong and they were warriors. They cared about each other, but they didn't show it. My grandpa was the king of them and my Dad was Prince. My grandpa never told my Dad that he loved him, but he did. I think he should have told him because then my Dad would feel a lot better.
~
Vegeta smiled with amusement and let out a short chuckle before continuing.
~
Sayains thought that showing that they cared made them weak and no Sayains wanted to be weak. But my Dad is the strongest of all the Sayains because he found out that isn't true. Vegeta-sei got destoryed and now there are only two full Sayains still alive. They are my Dad and Goku, but his real name is Kakarot.
I think the song I like it true. That's how I feel, so I'll write it. 'This is what my daddy told me, I wish he'da hold me a little more than he did, but he told me my culture and how to live possitive. I never wanna shame the blood in my veins, bring pain to my sweet grandfather's face in his resting place. I make haste to learn and not waste everything my forefather's earned in tears, for my culture'.
I think that my grandpa must have been sad when Frieza took my Dad. And my Dad was sad when he got taken by Frieza. I would be if somebody did that to me. I love my Dad. I wouldn't want anybody else to be my Dad because I already have the best Dad of anybody, even if he doesn't say he loves me, but I know that he does. My life isn't perfect, and I'm not perfect, and my Dad isn't perfect. (He never let's me have candy except last night...but that was ice cream and I didn't even finish it) But it doesn't matter. My Dad is the only true Sayain left. And he's the best one too.
~
Vegeta let out the breath he'd been holding. His stomach felt shaky and his eyes just a touch misty. Slowly he stood, carefully folding the paper and walking into the kitchen. Trunks looked up from his food, just a little bit nervous.
Vegeta smirked. "A+, son, this is much better than facts and dates," he walked past him, his face breaking into an all out smile.
Trunks turned in his chair and watched as he went to his room with the paper. A+, Vegeta liked it! A huge grin covered his face as he turned back around, drinking his entire cup of juice.
"Dad, if you still love mom, then how come we don't go back?" Trunks asked when his father returned.
"It's not that simple," Vegeta sighed. He wasn't in the mood to deal with this right now.
"Why not? I miss her. Don't you miss her? If you love her, you MUST miss her."
"I told you if you want to go back, you can," Vegeta repeated. He didn't mean it this time though. There was NO way he could EVER let Trunks go now. He really couldn't BEFORE.
Trunks, sighed turning away. He hadn't vocalized it and he didn't intend to--not for awhile, anyway--but he had already made his choice. If his father REALLY was going to allow him only one or the other of them he would stay with his father. It broke his heart to think of not seeing his Mom again, but he'd reasoned on it this morning. His mother had his grandparents and Goku, and a lot of other friends. His father had NOBODY. He would miss Goten, and everybody at home terribly, but he COULDN'T leave his father all alone. Especially not now.
Vegeta retreated back to the control room. He wasn't going to say anything to Trunks just yet, but he'd already made up his mind. He was going back. He had no idea what to do about Bulma. She would be ENRAGED with him for taking Trunks and staying gone for so long, but Vegeta couldn't bear to hurt the child any more. He would bring him back to Bulma and then disapear for a little while. Not long, of course. He COULDN'T stay away from Trunks for very long. Maybe after a few days or a week Bulma would calm down and accept him back.
He missed her. And eventually he would end up alone without her. Trunks wouldn't be a little boy forever. One day he would grow up and have a family of his own and THEN where would Vegeta be? He NEEDED to have Bulma there with him! Things were different now. It would probably take time to get that across to his wife, but it was true. He KNEW what it was she went through, cleaning the house, working on her inventions, making all the meals, and taking care of Trunks the vast majority of the day. And he had resolved now to be of more help.
* * * * *
Bulma sat on the window seat in the living room staring out at the sky. She felt surprisingly calm. Much more than she had the first few weeks Trunks was gone. At first this feeling brought her guilt. It was as if not feeling constant pain and panic somehow meant that she didn't care about Trunks. But that wasn't the case. Somehow she trusted Goku and believed he was probably right. Vegeta would bring Trunks back.
She'd been waiting for quite awhile now, doing little more than looking into the sky and thinking. She'd over reacted with Vegeta. As much as she hated him for taking Trunks, she also was beginning to understand and she still loved him. All the memories of them together flooded through her mind on a regular basis. He was gentle when nobody was there to observe, and she knew what the look in his eyes was when he felt love. It was something she'd had to learn because he never said the actual words.
He'd looked at Trunks with those eyes so many times now that she had a chance to see past the pain of her own loss and reflect on the mind of her husband. It wasn't that she'd yelled at him about the garbage, or even that she'd told him to leave, that had upset Vegeta. It was what she had implied about Trunks. She had escentially accused Vegeta of not knowing him and then she had continued by saying she didn't expect him to see him again. Of COURSE Vegeta would take him! She should have known that. Even when she'd said it, she knew it wasn't true. She'd caught Vegeta looking in on Trunks several times when he was young. And the pride he had in training him! He'd started just months after he'd learned to walk!
Her heart ached. How could she have allowed her anger to push her into saying he knew nothing of Trunks? She had attacked his fatherhood. If she hadn't been so mad, she would certainly have known better. It was a mistake for Vegeta to kidnap Trunks. But it was a mistake for HER to have done what she had too. Goku was the only one that had seen that clearly from the start. Chichi was, of course, on HER side, but Bulma was no longer on either side. All she wanted now was for both of them to return.
* * * * *
"All right, nap time," Vegeta toweled off after their afternoon training session.
"Do I have to sleep in my room?" Trunks asked, an edge to his voice.
"Only if you want to," Vegeta walked inot the control room, tossing the towel onto the passenger seat.
Trunks went in his room for a few minutes and stood in the middle identifying the feeling he was recieving. It was unclear. He felt uneasy, but not as much as he had in the past week. Still, he didn't want to risk it, so he went back in the control room, a pillow and blanket in hand.
Vegeta felt his ki as he entered, but didn't look back. "If you're going to sleep in here I have two requirements. First, you're NOT sleeping on that floor. It's too hard and it's cold, so go get your matress, or use the chair--the soft one, not the one at your desk."
Trunks hesitated a moment, waiting to see if his father would state the second condition first. When he didn't, he went in his room and drug his matress into the control room, placing it between the two chairs. He arranged his pillow and blanket on top of it then tilted his head back, watching his father and waiting.
"And second I want to know why you wouldn't tell me."
Trunks was confussed. Why he wouldn't tell him WHAT?
"I KNOW you've been having nightmares and you were refusing to sleep at night. I asked you several times what the problem was, so why didn't you tell me?"
Trunks looked away. "I thought you'd be ashamed.
"Why?" Vegeta almost sounded angry. "You can't HELP having dreams, Trunks. Why would I be ashamed?"
"Because I was scared."
"So?"
"So...fear is weakness..."
"No, it's what you DO with your fear that causes weakness. Fear can be a strength too. Courage doesn't exist without fear."
"Huh?" Trunks didn't understand the concept.
"What do you have nightmares about?" Vegeta ignored the previous subject and pushed ahead.
"Mostly Majin Buu."
"What about him?"
"I'm usually fighting and he's usually winning."
"Am I in the dreams?"
"Not ALL of them."
"How about most?"
"Yeah, most," Trunks muttered, narrowing his eyes with a sigh.
"Don't I EVER help?"
"Well... once you helped Majin Buu."
"What?" Vegeta turned his vision to his son.
Trunks shrugged and looked away. "You usually yell at me for being weak and a disgrace to the Sayain race."
Vegeta growled. "Great. Trunks, if you have any other dreams like that, just come in my room and punch me in the face."
"Why?!" Trunks raised an eyebrow.
"Because it's MY fault you would think in such a way."
"Ok, but, Dad...I'm not gonna punch you in the face. LAST time I did that, even though you told me to, YOU hit back."
"That was an accident, Trunks, I went into a blind rage," Vegeta was irriated at the mention of that event.
"Yeah well...," Trunks trailed off.
"All right, hit me in the arm, then."
"You'll hit back."
"I WONT!" Vegeta argued.
"Yes you will!"
Vegeta let out an exasperated breath. "Trunks! The first night on this ship you kicked me in the leg, and punched me in the face! I didn't hit back THEN...!"
"I did not!"
"Yes you DID! You were ASLEEP!"
Trunks was about to say something, but he couldn't think of anything. "What?" He'd slept with his father the first night on the ship? Oh yeah! He'd fallen asleep on his father's bed! Now he remembered! The next day was when he'd gotten the lecture about the king bed being for kings and the other bed being for eight year old purple haired children.
"All right, this is completely not the point!" Vegeta shook his head to clear it. "Go to sleep."
Trunks laid back on his matress, pulling the blanket over himself. "Do I have to sleep in my room TONIGHT?"
Vegeta gave him a short glare. "If you're going to have rediculous nightmares like that, then NO. Otherwise, yes."
"What if I don't think I'm going to have one and I do?"
"Then come in my room with me," Vegeta stared straight ahead.
"For reals?"
"For real," Vegeta hid a smirk.
"Ok," Trunks turned over and closed his eyes.
* * * * *
Time was draggingby slower than Vegeta had imagined it would. He'd turned the ship around a week ago and already it seemed like an eternity had come and gone. Trunks was more like his regular self again. He listened to his music more than he did his school work, he played in the bath tub instead of cleaning himself, and he chased Trusei all over the place. Somehow in the mix he'd grown accostomed to climbing occassionally on Vegeta's lap and asking him the strangest questions. He never stayed there for very long, but still it was as if some sort of barrier that had kept him from doing such a thing prior to this, had been removed. Vegeta snapped out of his thought as Trunks pounced on top of him and began another one of his inquisitions.
"Dad, how come my hair isn't black?"
"Because you have your grandfather's hair."
"Why doesn't it stand up like yours does?"
"You have you mother's genes in that regard."
"What's that mean?"
Vegeta glared at him for a moment. "If you paid attention to your health book and sat still to read it you'd KNOW."
"Why are my eyes blue?"
"The same reason your hair is limp and lavender," Vegeta rolled his eyes.
"Is that bad?"
"What?" Vegeta was mildly irriatated.
"That my hair is like that and my eyes are blue?"
"No!"
"Is it good?"
"No!"
"Then what is it?"
"It doesn't matter, Trunks! That's just what YOU look like!"
"Yeah, but Dad...you said in the video that Sayains have pointy hair."
Vegeta thought about it for a second and sighed. "Well you're a demi-Sayain and they can look however they want."
"Is that bad?"
"NO!"
"Then how come you spiked my hair in the video?"
"I didn't know any better then! Go read you books!" Vegeta ordered.
"Ok!" Trunks jumped down from his father's lap and scurried to his desk. He didn't sit but for one minutes before getting up and hopping around the room again.
Vegeta rolled his eyes and smirked. He was glad Trunks was relatively happy again, as annoying as that made life for HIM. And, though he'd never admit it, he liked that Trunks would sit with him now. The questions he supposed he could do without, however. Maybe this all had something to do with his allowance of Trunks to sleep with him at night. He'd done so every night since having seen everything in the forbidden box. A few nights he had gone to sleep in his own room and come into Vegeta's later, but not ONCE had he slept an entire night on his own. He napped in his room once or twice, and seemed to be ok, but night time was a little bit different for some reason.
Getting back home was going to take the rest of eternity at this rate though and Vegeta didn't want to wait that long. There was only one other option, though, and he didn't know if he could pull that off. He'd have to land on a planet somewhere, capsulize the space ship and then use instant transmission to get back to Earth. And that would require the help of Kakarot since he wasn't proficient enough at it to do it on his own yet. The thought of groveling to Kakarot to bring him and Trunks back was appalling and so he was avoiding doing so. Not to mention the fact that he didn't particularly want Kakarot knowing his words had meant anything to him.
* * * * *
"What happened this time?" Vegeta grunted, rolling onto his back as Trunks climbed into his bed yet again, crawling to his father's side and cuddling against him.
"You and Mom were arguing."
"Where were you?"
"Getting beat up by Buu."
"And we didn't notice?"
"No. Mom was yelling at you to bring me back from wherever you had taken me and you said you didn't know what she was talking about," Trunks yawned. "Dad...I miss mom."
Vegeta sighed, not answering. That made up his mind. They HAD to transmit back.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
(One more chapter....*wide grin*)
Warning: Contains sap.
Disclaimer: I used lyrics from "For My Culture" again in this chapter and I STILL don't claim ownership of the song. so and so, featuring Robby Williams does it... (refer to the other chapter I used it for the full name of the band/artist)
Strangely, it was Trunks who woke first in the morning. He tilted his head upward to see his father's face. His arm was still wrapped snugly around Trunks' waist, anchoring him there. As much as Trunks loved the feeling of protection it gave him, he had something else in mind that he wanted to do. As carefully and quietly as he could, he sat up and wiggled away from his father, climbing over the top of his chest and hopping off the bed. Vegeta opened one eye, watching him as he left the room. Then he closed his them again. He was awake now, but he didn't feel like getting up just yet.
Before advancing to the control room, Trunks stopped off in his room to say good morning to his kitten, who was curled up on his pillow, sleeping soundly. "Hey Trusei, guess what?" he talked very quietly. "My Dad loves me. It's strange to you because you always knew I loved you, but I didn't always know," his voice was rather proud as he carried the cat along with him, placing him on his desk in the corner.
Pulling out a piece of paper he began writing.
* * * * *
Vegeta had laid in bed for quite awhile and then he had gotten up and fixed breakfast. Now it was almost done and Trunks was STILL sitting at his desk writing something. "Hey, Trunks. Are you going to eat? Breakfast is ready," he called to him.
"Ok, just a second," Trunks replied.
Shaking his head, Vegeta went into the control room and stared at his son. "You were up rather early today, don't you think?"
Trunks looked up for a second, then continued scribbling on the paper. Finally he was done. He hid a smile and handed his father the paper, then went into the kitchen to eat. Vegeta read the header: 'History of Vegeta-sei, by Trunks Vegeta Brief'. He'd rewritten his report! For a few seconds Vegeta stared into the kitchen, with surprise. Then he went to his seat in the control room and began reading the paper.
~
I didn't pay much attention to my book. I can't write a lot of facts or dates. But I am going to write what I think about it. The Sayains that lived there were strong and they were warriors. They cared about each other, but they didn't show it. My grandpa was the king of them and my Dad was Prince. My grandpa never told my Dad that he loved him, but he did. I think he should have told him because then my Dad would feel a lot better.
~
Vegeta smiled with amusement and let out a short chuckle before continuing.
~
Sayains thought that showing that they cared made them weak and no Sayains wanted to be weak. But my Dad is the strongest of all the Sayains because he found out that isn't true. Vegeta-sei got destoryed and now there are only two full Sayains still alive. They are my Dad and Goku, but his real name is Kakarot.
I think the song I like it true. That's how I feel, so I'll write it. 'This is what my daddy told me, I wish he'da hold me a little more than he did, but he told me my culture and how to live possitive. I never wanna shame the blood in my veins, bring pain to my sweet grandfather's face in his resting place. I make haste to learn and not waste everything my forefather's earned in tears, for my culture'.
I think that my grandpa must have been sad when Frieza took my Dad. And my Dad was sad when he got taken by Frieza. I would be if somebody did that to me. I love my Dad. I wouldn't want anybody else to be my Dad because I already have the best Dad of anybody, even if he doesn't say he loves me, but I know that he does. My life isn't perfect, and I'm not perfect, and my Dad isn't perfect. (He never let's me have candy except last night...but that was ice cream and I didn't even finish it) But it doesn't matter. My Dad is the only true Sayain left. And he's the best one too.
~
Vegeta let out the breath he'd been holding. His stomach felt shaky and his eyes just a touch misty. Slowly he stood, carefully folding the paper and walking into the kitchen. Trunks looked up from his food, just a little bit nervous.
Vegeta smirked. "A+, son, this is much better than facts and dates," he walked past him, his face breaking into an all out smile.
Trunks turned in his chair and watched as he went to his room with the paper. A+, Vegeta liked it! A huge grin covered his face as he turned back around, drinking his entire cup of juice.
"Dad, if you still love mom, then how come we don't go back?" Trunks asked when his father returned.
"It's not that simple," Vegeta sighed. He wasn't in the mood to deal with this right now.
"Why not? I miss her. Don't you miss her? If you love her, you MUST miss her."
"I told you if you want to go back, you can," Vegeta repeated. He didn't mean it this time though. There was NO way he could EVER let Trunks go now. He really couldn't BEFORE.
Trunks, sighed turning away. He hadn't vocalized it and he didn't intend to--not for awhile, anyway--but he had already made his choice. If his father REALLY was going to allow him only one or the other of them he would stay with his father. It broke his heart to think of not seeing his Mom again, but he'd reasoned on it this morning. His mother had his grandparents and Goku, and a lot of other friends. His father had NOBODY. He would miss Goten, and everybody at home terribly, but he COULDN'T leave his father all alone. Especially not now.
Vegeta retreated back to the control room. He wasn't going to say anything to Trunks just yet, but he'd already made up his mind. He was going back. He had no idea what to do about Bulma. She would be ENRAGED with him for taking Trunks and staying gone for so long, but Vegeta couldn't bear to hurt the child any more. He would bring him back to Bulma and then disapear for a little while. Not long, of course. He COULDN'T stay away from Trunks for very long. Maybe after a few days or a week Bulma would calm down and accept him back.
He missed her. And eventually he would end up alone without her. Trunks wouldn't be a little boy forever. One day he would grow up and have a family of his own and THEN where would Vegeta be? He NEEDED to have Bulma there with him! Things were different now. It would probably take time to get that across to his wife, but it was true. He KNEW what it was she went through, cleaning the house, working on her inventions, making all the meals, and taking care of Trunks the vast majority of the day. And he had resolved now to be of more help.
* * * * *
Bulma sat on the window seat in the living room staring out at the sky. She felt surprisingly calm. Much more than she had the first few weeks Trunks was gone. At first this feeling brought her guilt. It was as if not feeling constant pain and panic somehow meant that she didn't care about Trunks. But that wasn't the case. Somehow she trusted Goku and believed he was probably right. Vegeta would bring Trunks back.
She'd been waiting for quite awhile now, doing little more than looking into the sky and thinking. She'd over reacted with Vegeta. As much as she hated him for taking Trunks, she also was beginning to understand and she still loved him. All the memories of them together flooded through her mind on a regular basis. He was gentle when nobody was there to observe, and she knew what the look in his eyes was when he felt love. It was something she'd had to learn because he never said the actual words.
He'd looked at Trunks with those eyes so many times now that she had a chance to see past the pain of her own loss and reflect on the mind of her husband. It wasn't that she'd yelled at him about the garbage, or even that she'd told him to leave, that had upset Vegeta. It was what she had implied about Trunks. She had escentially accused Vegeta of not knowing him and then she had continued by saying she didn't expect him to see him again. Of COURSE Vegeta would take him! She should have known that. Even when she'd said it, she knew it wasn't true. She'd caught Vegeta looking in on Trunks several times when he was young. And the pride he had in training him! He'd started just months after he'd learned to walk!
Her heart ached. How could she have allowed her anger to push her into saying he knew nothing of Trunks? She had attacked his fatherhood. If she hadn't been so mad, she would certainly have known better. It was a mistake for Vegeta to kidnap Trunks. But it was a mistake for HER to have done what she had too. Goku was the only one that had seen that clearly from the start. Chichi was, of course, on HER side, but Bulma was no longer on either side. All she wanted now was for both of them to return.
* * * * *
"All right, nap time," Vegeta toweled off after their afternoon training session.
"Do I have to sleep in my room?" Trunks asked, an edge to his voice.
"Only if you want to," Vegeta walked inot the control room, tossing the towel onto the passenger seat.
Trunks went in his room for a few minutes and stood in the middle identifying the feeling he was recieving. It was unclear. He felt uneasy, but not as much as he had in the past week. Still, he didn't want to risk it, so he went back in the control room, a pillow and blanket in hand.
Vegeta felt his ki as he entered, but didn't look back. "If you're going to sleep in here I have two requirements. First, you're NOT sleeping on that floor. It's too hard and it's cold, so go get your matress, or use the chair--the soft one, not the one at your desk."
Trunks hesitated a moment, waiting to see if his father would state the second condition first. When he didn't, he went in his room and drug his matress into the control room, placing it between the two chairs. He arranged his pillow and blanket on top of it then tilted his head back, watching his father and waiting.
"And second I want to know why you wouldn't tell me."
Trunks was confussed. Why he wouldn't tell him WHAT?
"I KNOW you've been having nightmares and you were refusing to sleep at night. I asked you several times what the problem was, so why didn't you tell me?"
Trunks looked away. "I thought you'd be ashamed.
"Why?" Vegeta almost sounded angry. "You can't HELP having dreams, Trunks. Why would I be ashamed?"
"Because I was scared."
"So?"
"So...fear is weakness..."
"No, it's what you DO with your fear that causes weakness. Fear can be a strength too. Courage doesn't exist without fear."
"Huh?" Trunks didn't understand the concept.
"What do you have nightmares about?" Vegeta ignored the previous subject and pushed ahead.
"Mostly Majin Buu."
"What about him?"
"I'm usually fighting and he's usually winning."
"Am I in the dreams?"
"Not ALL of them."
"How about most?"
"Yeah, most," Trunks muttered, narrowing his eyes with a sigh.
"Don't I EVER help?"
"Well... once you helped Majin Buu."
"What?" Vegeta turned his vision to his son.
Trunks shrugged and looked away. "You usually yell at me for being weak and a disgrace to the Sayain race."
Vegeta growled. "Great. Trunks, if you have any other dreams like that, just come in my room and punch me in the face."
"Why?!" Trunks raised an eyebrow.
"Because it's MY fault you would think in such a way."
"Ok, but, Dad...I'm not gonna punch you in the face. LAST time I did that, even though you told me to, YOU hit back."
"That was an accident, Trunks, I went into a blind rage," Vegeta was irriated at the mention of that event.
"Yeah well...," Trunks trailed off.
"All right, hit me in the arm, then."
"You'll hit back."
"I WONT!" Vegeta argued.
"Yes you will!"
Vegeta let out an exasperated breath. "Trunks! The first night on this ship you kicked me in the leg, and punched me in the face! I didn't hit back THEN...!"
"I did not!"
"Yes you DID! You were ASLEEP!"
Trunks was about to say something, but he couldn't think of anything. "What?" He'd slept with his father the first night on the ship? Oh yeah! He'd fallen asleep on his father's bed! Now he remembered! The next day was when he'd gotten the lecture about the king bed being for kings and the other bed being for eight year old purple haired children.
"All right, this is completely not the point!" Vegeta shook his head to clear it. "Go to sleep."
Trunks laid back on his matress, pulling the blanket over himself. "Do I have to sleep in my room TONIGHT?"
Vegeta gave him a short glare. "If you're going to have rediculous nightmares like that, then NO. Otherwise, yes."
"What if I don't think I'm going to have one and I do?"
"Then come in my room with me," Vegeta stared straight ahead.
"For reals?"
"For real," Vegeta hid a smirk.
"Ok," Trunks turned over and closed his eyes.
* * * * *
Time was draggingby slower than Vegeta had imagined it would. He'd turned the ship around a week ago and already it seemed like an eternity had come and gone. Trunks was more like his regular self again. He listened to his music more than he did his school work, he played in the bath tub instead of cleaning himself, and he chased Trusei all over the place. Somehow in the mix he'd grown accostomed to climbing occassionally on Vegeta's lap and asking him the strangest questions. He never stayed there for very long, but still it was as if some sort of barrier that had kept him from doing such a thing prior to this, had been removed. Vegeta snapped out of his thought as Trunks pounced on top of him and began another one of his inquisitions.
"Dad, how come my hair isn't black?"
"Because you have your grandfather's hair."
"Why doesn't it stand up like yours does?"
"You have you mother's genes in that regard."
"What's that mean?"
Vegeta glared at him for a moment. "If you paid attention to your health book and sat still to read it you'd KNOW."
"Why are my eyes blue?"
"The same reason your hair is limp and lavender," Vegeta rolled his eyes.
"Is that bad?"
"What?" Vegeta was mildly irriatated.
"That my hair is like that and my eyes are blue?"
"No!"
"Is it good?"
"No!"
"Then what is it?"
"It doesn't matter, Trunks! That's just what YOU look like!"
"Yeah, but Dad...you said in the video that Sayains have pointy hair."
Vegeta thought about it for a second and sighed. "Well you're a demi-Sayain and they can look however they want."
"Is that bad?"
"NO!"
"Then how come you spiked my hair in the video?"
"I didn't know any better then! Go read you books!" Vegeta ordered.
"Ok!" Trunks jumped down from his father's lap and scurried to his desk. He didn't sit but for one minutes before getting up and hopping around the room again.
Vegeta rolled his eyes and smirked. He was glad Trunks was relatively happy again, as annoying as that made life for HIM. And, though he'd never admit it, he liked that Trunks would sit with him now. The questions he supposed he could do without, however. Maybe this all had something to do with his allowance of Trunks to sleep with him at night. He'd done so every night since having seen everything in the forbidden box. A few nights he had gone to sleep in his own room and come into Vegeta's later, but not ONCE had he slept an entire night on his own. He napped in his room once or twice, and seemed to be ok, but night time was a little bit different for some reason.
Getting back home was going to take the rest of eternity at this rate though and Vegeta didn't want to wait that long. There was only one other option, though, and he didn't know if he could pull that off. He'd have to land on a planet somewhere, capsulize the space ship and then use instant transmission to get back to Earth. And that would require the help of Kakarot since he wasn't proficient enough at it to do it on his own yet. The thought of groveling to Kakarot to bring him and Trunks back was appalling and so he was avoiding doing so. Not to mention the fact that he didn't particularly want Kakarot knowing his words had meant anything to him.
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"What happened this time?" Vegeta grunted, rolling onto his back as Trunks climbed into his bed yet again, crawling to his father's side and cuddling against him.
"You and Mom were arguing."
"Where were you?"
"Getting beat up by Buu."
"And we didn't notice?"
"No. Mom was yelling at you to bring me back from wherever you had taken me and you said you didn't know what she was talking about," Trunks yawned. "Dad...I miss mom."
Vegeta sighed, not answering. That made up his mind. They HAD to transmit back.
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(One more chapter....*wide grin*)