Warning: This chapter is rather sappy. Just so you know. Oh yes, and the teenage Trunks can go super 3. He's about the same level as the Vegeta of 9 yr old's time.
Nine year old Trunks stood with his ear against the back door, trying to hear what was going on in the main room while his younger counterpart sat in the corner with his knees at his chest, wide-eyed.
"Darnit! I never get included in the fun stuff. What's going on out there?" he looked to the younger child, feeling a little bit bad for him and a bit angry at the same time. "Hey, snap out of it."
The younger Trunks looked up at him but said nothing.
"Come on, it's not like anything happened. You aren't hurt are you?"
A few tears sprung to the child's eyes. "That thing froze my mommy..."
"Aw, don't worry about that. Our Dad wont let anything bad happen. She'll be ok, you'll see."
"I don't like it here."
"I'm sure it wont be for long. Do you like games? I think there's some games in that cubboard over there."
Trunks thought about it for a second. "Maybe..."
"Go on, play a game. You'll feel better and then you'll be back with Mom and Dad of your time.
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"Stay here and watch the other two," Vegeta instructed his oldest son version. "I'll be back in just a moment."
Trunks nodded and retreated to the back room.
Vegeta powered up to his highest and bounded out of the capsule and into the house. The monster's capsule had already arived.
"You are not touching this baby!" the Vegeta in the house flung himself at the monster, but was quickly turned to ice.
Vegeta let out a roar and sliced the monster, grabbing the screaming baby from Bulma's frozen arms and bounding back into the space capsule before the monster could regenerate itself. "Trunks...uh...the teenager! Take the baby!" he demanded.
"Dad, what's going on?" nine year old asked.
"Stay put!" Vegeta bounded back out of the capsule
"Wait, you won't be able to beat him on your own...," the teenager tried to call, but Vegeta was already gone.
"Let me help, I can beat him!" nine year old started toward the door.
"No!" he was grabbed by the teenager. "You stay here and look after this one," he shoved the screaming baby into his arms and bounded out of the capsule, powering straight up to 3.
"I don't know what to do with a baby!" Trunks was in shock.
The four year old stood off to the side, wide-eyed as he watched the goings-on in front of him.
"This is rediculous!" Trunks set the baby on the bed and powered up. "Make sure he doesn't fall off."
Vegeta was startled as a blast of energy from behind flew past him and slammed into the monster. "Trunks! I told you to take care of the baby!"
"You can't beat this guy on your own! You're not strong enough yet!"
"Time to die, slime head!" nine year old flung himself at the creature, but was quickly knocked back by a powerful blast.
"Trunks!" Vegeta watched as the boy was slung off into the distance somewhere.
Both him and the teenager threw an onslaught of blasts at the monster until he
was finally blown to bits.
"Get back inside!" Vegeta's scowl was deep as he order the older boy,
immediately dashing to the other child. It was rather confusing now that there were four of the same ki. Only one of them was in the distance though, and it was even weaker than the baby's in its strength.
He was quite a ways off, but Vegeta was quick to find him. The boy had been knocked out and lay scuffed up in the dirt. Vegeta's heart skipped a beat and he felt heavy. None of this was playing out as he'd intended. Cradling the child in his arms, he flew back to the capsule, unsure of what to do next. The monster had been killed, but now he would have to figure out how to unfreeze the frozen parents before he could return everyone to where they needed to be.
Teenage Trunks pased, bouncing the screaming baby slightly. "Oh, thank goodness! I don't know what to do with babies. Is there anything that makes them stop?"
"Every baby is different," Vegeta's voice was tired as he shifted his load to one arm, leting Trunks head rest on his shoulder. He formed three small balls of colored energy and made them rotate above the baby's head. Suddenly the tiny Trunks looked up through his tears and was quickly mesmorized by the balls of energy.
Teenage Trunks' mouth dropped open, amazed by Vegeta's accomplishment. "Wow! How'd you know that would work?"
Vegeta gave him a short glare then walked past into the back room where the four year old child lay sleeping on one of the two twin beds. He laid his nine year old in the other bed and brushed the hair out of his face. The fourteen year old stood at the door, watching.
"Boy. I wish I'd seen this kind of stuff earlier. Maybe those bad years wouldn't have been so bad," Trunks muttered. By now even the baby had been lulled to sleep.
Vegeta turned and took the sleeping child, moving into the next room over. Fluffing a few pillows and arranging some blankets, he placed him in a make-shift bed he'd have difficulty rolling out of, then he went back into the other room and arranged pillows on the floors next to the two beds the four and nine year olds shared.
"...I always thought it was mom that did that," teenage Trunks followed Vegeta into the kitchen/dinging area.
Vegeta smirked. "I suppose there are a lot of things you never knew I did," he pulled some food out of the refridgerator and set it on the table. "Eat something. You must be famished by now."
Trunks watched him curiously. He knew his father cared about him. He'd observed it in the last couple years he'd spent with his father, but never the way he was seeing it now. He always thought it wasn't there before he was older. Now he was beginning to realise it had always been there. He'd just never seen it. His father had hidden it.
"Excuse me," Vegeta went into his room for a few seconds, then came back out.
"What did you do?" Trunks asked.
"You have to check on babies. I've heard tale they stop breathing every now and then. Some die that way. This one is a little old for that, I'll admit... But it never hurts to check. And besides. He was cold."
"How do you know?"
"I know your ki," Vegeta looked at him shortly, then began eating.
Trunks nibbled at a bagel, trying to sort what was going on. His father was attentive! More than he'd ever realised! Probably more than his mother had ever known!
"I'm going to get some sleep. You can use the room on the far right," Vegeta once again exited. "And eat some of that food before you go."
Instead of going straight into his chosen room where the baby was, Vegeta instead
decided to examine his nine year. This day had been incredibly exhausting. Having four
versions of his son all at once was more than he could handle. It was very strange. They were all his and he certainly loved all of them. That was what was making him so tired! Loving four all at once! And protecting every one? Even so, though, there was a closer connection with the nine year old. That one he would have to bring back with him. The others were like reminders, but the nine year was his present and his love for that one ran deepest. Why was that when they were all his same son? He felt more possessive. That one was really TRULY his! The others belonged to Vegetas of different times.
Vegeta watched his face. There was a bit of distress on it. Then he laid his head on his chest briefly to make sure he was breathing all right. His face was a little bit sweaty and his eyebrows twitching. Placing a hand gently on his cheek, Vegeta closed his eyes and concentrated momentarily on his ki. It was still pretty weak, but it was stronger than before. He was indeed improving.
"Hold on, my son, you're going to be fine. You just need rest," Vegeta opened his eyes, then leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, turning his attention to the four year old and giving him one as well.
Quickly teenage Trunks moved away from the door and into his given room, contemplating what he had just witnessed. It had been done with such ease and practice. This obviously was not the first time he'd done such a thing. If he was so good at it at this point in time...when Trunks had been nine...then he had to have been at it for quite some time before then! That was an entirely new thought to him.
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I probably wont be posting any more chaps from this story tonight, but in the morning--well afternoon, I'll have 2 more chapters to post. (After that...well I'm not done with but a few lines past that, but I'll be working on it...That and my other current fiction: "For The Love of A Child")
Nine year old Trunks stood with his ear against the back door, trying to hear what was going on in the main room while his younger counterpart sat in the corner with his knees at his chest, wide-eyed.
"Darnit! I never get included in the fun stuff. What's going on out there?" he looked to the younger child, feeling a little bit bad for him and a bit angry at the same time. "Hey, snap out of it."
The younger Trunks looked up at him but said nothing.
"Come on, it's not like anything happened. You aren't hurt are you?"
A few tears sprung to the child's eyes. "That thing froze my mommy..."
"Aw, don't worry about that. Our Dad wont let anything bad happen. She'll be ok, you'll see."
"I don't like it here."
"I'm sure it wont be for long. Do you like games? I think there's some games in that cubboard over there."
Trunks thought about it for a second. "Maybe..."
"Go on, play a game. You'll feel better and then you'll be back with Mom and Dad of your time.
* * * * *
"Stay here and watch the other two," Vegeta instructed his oldest son version. "I'll be back in just a moment."
Trunks nodded and retreated to the back room.
Vegeta powered up to his highest and bounded out of the capsule and into the house. The monster's capsule had already arived.
"You are not touching this baby!" the Vegeta in the house flung himself at the monster, but was quickly turned to ice.
Vegeta let out a roar and sliced the monster, grabbing the screaming baby from Bulma's frozen arms and bounding back into the space capsule before the monster could regenerate itself. "Trunks...uh...the teenager! Take the baby!" he demanded.
"Dad, what's going on?" nine year old asked.
"Stay put!" Vegeta bounded back out of the capsule
"Wait, you won't be able to beat him on your own...," the teenager tried to call, but Vegeta was already gone.
"Let me help, I can beat him!" nine year old started toward the door.
"No!" he was grabbed by the teenager. "You stay here and look after this one," he shoved the screaming baby into his arms and bounded out of the capsule, powering straight up to 3.
"I don't know what to do with a baby!" Trunks was in shock.
The four year old stood off to the side, wide-eyed as he watched the goings-on in front of him.
"This is rediculous!" Trunks set the baby on the bed and powered up. "Make sure he doesn't fall off."
Vegeta was startled as a blast of energy from behind flew past him and slammed into the monster. "Trunks! I told you to take care of the baby!"
"You can't beat this guy on your own! You're not strong enough yet!"
"Time to die, slime head!" nine year old flung himself at the creature, but was quickly knocked back by a powerful blast.
"Trunks!" Vegeta watched as the boy was slung off into the distance somewhere.
Both him and the teenager threw an onslaught of blasts at the monster until he
was finally blown to bits.
"Get back inside!" Vegeta's scowl was deep as he order the older boy,
immediately dashing to the other child. It was rather confusing now that there were four of the same ki. Only one of them was in the distance though, and it was even weaker than the baby's in its strength.
He was quite a ways off, but Vegeta was quick to find him. The boy had been knocked out and lay scuffed up in the dirt. Vegeta's heart skipped a beat and he felt heavy. None of this was playing out as he'd intended. Cradling the child in his arms, he flew back to the capsule, unsure of what to do next. The monster had been killed, but now he would have to figure out how to unfreeze the frozen parents before he could return everyone to where they needed to be.
Teenage Trunks pased, bouncing the screaming baby slightly. "Oh, thank goodness! I don't know what to do with babies. Is there anything that makes them stop?"
"Every baby is different," Vegeta's voice was tired as he shifted his load to one arm, leting Trunks head rest on his shoulder. He formed three small balls of colored energy and made them rotate above the baby's head. Suddenly the tiny Trunks looked up through his tears and was quickly mesmorized by the balls of energy.
Teenage Trunks' mouth dropped open, amazed by Vegeta's accomplishment. "Wow! How'd you know that would work?"
Vegeta gave him a short glare then walked past into the back room where the four year old child lay sleeping on one of the two twin beds. He laid his nine year old in the other bed and brushed the hair out of his face. The fourteen year old stood at the door, watching.
"Boy. I wish I'd seen this kind of stuff earlier. Maybe those bad years wouldn't have been so bad," Trunks muttered. By now even the baby had been lulled to sleep.
Vegeta turned and took the sleeping child, moving into the next room over. Fluffing a few pillows and arranging some blankets, he placed him in a make-shift bed he'd have difficulty rolling out of, then he went back into the other room and arranged pillows on the floors next to the two beds the four and nine year olds shared.
"...I always thought it was mom that did that," teenage Trunks followed Vegeta into the kitchen/dinging area.
Vegeta smirked. "I suppose there are a lot of things you never knew I did," he pulled some food out of the refridgerator and set it on the table. "Eat something. You must be famished by now."
Trunks watched him curiously. He knew his father cared about him. He'd observed it in the last couple years he'd spent with his father, but never the way he was seeing it now. He always thought it wasn't there before he was older. Now he was beginning to realise it had always been there. He'd just never seen it. His father had hidden it.
"Excuse me," Vegeta went into his room for a few seconds, then came back out.
"What did you do?" Trunks asked.
"You have to check on babies. I've heard tale they stop breathing every now and then. Some die that way. This one is a little old for that, I'll admit... But it never hurts to check. And besides. He was cold."
"How do you know?"
"I know your ki," Vegeta looked at him shortly, then began eating.
Trunks nibbled at a bagel, trying to sort what was going on. His father was attentive! More than he'd ever realised! Probably more than his mother had ever known!
"I'm going to get some sleep. You can use the room on the far right," Vegeta once again exited. "And eat some of that food before you go."
Instead of going straight into his chosen room where the baby was, Vegeta instead
decided to examine his nine year. This day had been incredibly exhausting. Having four
versions of his son all at once was more than he could handle. It was very strange. They were all his and he certainly loved all of them. That was what was making him so tired! Loving four all at once! And protecting every one? Even so, though, there was a closer connection with the nine year old. That one he would have to bring back with him. The others were like reminders, but the nine year was his present and his love for that one ran deepest. Why was that when they were all his same son? He felt more possessive. That one was really TRULY his! The others belonged to Vegetas of different times.
Vegeta watched his face. There was a bit of distress on it. Then he laid his head on his chest briefly to make sure he was breathing all right. His face was a little bit sweaty and his eyebrows twitching. Placing a hand gently on his cheek, Vegeta closed his eyes and concentrated momentarily on his ki. It was still pretty weak, but it was stronger than before. He was indeed improving.
"Hold on, my son, you're going to be fine. You just need rest," Vegeta opened his eyes, then leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, turning his attention to the four year old and giving him one as well.
Quickly teenage Trunks moved away from the door and into his given room, contemplating what he had just witnessed. It had been done with such ease and practice. This obviously was not the first time he'd done such a thing. If he was so good at it at this point in time...when Trunks had been nine...then he had to have been at it for quite some time before then! That was an entirely new thought to him.
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I probably wont be posting any more chaps from this story tonight, but in the morning--well afternoon, I'll have 2 more chapters to post. (After that...well I'm not done with but a few lines past that, but I'll be working on it...That and my other current fiction: "For The Love of A Child")