Trunks fiddled nervously with his pen, he was starting an essay on Napoleon
for History class, but he couldn't concentrate.
"I wonder where Bura is", he said to himself quietly. He looked out his window in the west wing of their house and saw the endless waves of snow falling along with the fierce wind.
He sighed and threw down his pen. He leaned back and held his head in his hands. "Bura, where are you?" He whispered, "damn it, sis', where are you in this kind of blizzard?"
He got out from his desk and threw himself on the bed, he then began to levitate slightly off the mattress, trying to locate her Ki. "Ugh!" He moaned, "I hate it when you go out like this and I can't find you!" He gave up and let himself flop back down onto the bed. He closed his eyes, but then they snapped back open when he heard a quiet tapping on his window.
He sprang up, almost knocking down his lamp. To Trunks' disappointment, it was only the branch of a tree tapping the glass from the outside. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily, his heart fogged down by concern for his little baby sister.
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Vegeta was getting restless. He was worried about Bura, she never stayed out this late. "Damn it, girl, where the hell are you?" He complained as he walked to the bottom of the stairs.
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"TRUNKS!" Vegeta screamed from downstairs, "BOY, YOU GET YOUR BUTT HERE OR I'LL BE FORCED TO RIP IT OFF!!" Trunks raced down and faced a worried Bulma and a flushed Vegeta.
"What, dad?" He said timidly. "I'm going out to find your stupid sister, and you're coming along too!" He replied hastily as he grabbed his coat and put on his leather gloves. Vegeta threw Trunks' jacket and a scarf.
"Hurry up, boy! I'm tired of waiting for your sister to come home!" He roared as he fiddled with his zipper.
Trunks nodded and dressed quickly, he watched his father fly out their door and against the pounding winter winds. Trunks bid his wrinkled brow mother good-bye and followed his determined father.
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Vegeta looked over his shoulder and saw his son. He smiled and sped up a bit more. "I'm coming, princess", he whispered. He ignored the ferocious winds and the flakes of snow burning his cheeks from the merciless heavens.
"I wonder where Bura is", he said to himself quietly. He looked out his window in the west wing of their house and saw the endless waves of snow falling along with the fierce wind.
He sighed and threw down his pen. He leaned back and held his head in his hands. "Bura, where are you?" He whispered, "damn it, sis', where are you in this kind of blizzard?"
He got out from his desk and threw himself on the bed, he then began to levitate slightly off the mattress, trying to locate her Ki. "Ugh!" He moaned, "I hate it when you go out like this and I can't find you!" He gave up and let himself flop back down onto the bed. He closed his eyes, but then they snapped back open when he heard a quiet tapping on his window.
He sprang up, almost knocking down his lamp. To Trunks' disappointment, it was only the branch of a tree tapping the glass from the outside. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily, his heart fogged down by concern for his little baby sister.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Vegeta was getting restless. He was worried about Bura, she never stayed out this late. "Damn it, girl, where the hell are you?" He complained as he walked to the bottom of the stairs.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"TRUNKS!" Vegeta screamed from downstairs, "BOY, YOU GET YOUR BUTT HERE OR I'LL BE FORCED TO RIP IT OFF!!" Trunks raced down and faced a worried Bulma and a flushed Vegeta.
"What, dad?" He said timidly. "I'm going out to find your stupid sister, and you're coming along too!" He replied hastily as he grabbed his coat and put on his leather gloves. Vegeta threw Trunks' jacket and a scarf.
"Hurry up, boy! I'm tired of waiting for your sister to come home!" He roared as he fiddled with his zipper.
Trunks nodded and dressed quickly, he watched his father fly out their door and against the pounding winter winds. Trunks bid his wrinkled brow mother good-bye and followed his determined father.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Vegeta looked over his shoulder and saw his son. He smiled and sped up a bit more. "I'm coming, princess", he whispered. He ignored the ferocious winds and the flakes of snow burning his cheeks from the merciless heavens.