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A/N: Hello I'm back. Sorry about taking so long to update. I thought I would have a couple weeks before college started to get hectic again, but nooooooo... this chapter is fro Mira. I mean, it's got Vegeta and Trunks, as she would say 'hocha hocha yow!!!'. Anyway, the only thing that would make it better would be Sev. But hey, nothing is perfect.
ADVERTIZING: Meaningless by Mira is really good!!! Oh, and for those of you who like LOTR, check out Treehugger, she has some of the best stories!!!
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Oh no, It is Dad!
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Vegeta was fuming. This had not been a good week! Not only had the gravity room been broken beyond easy repair (it wasn't his fault that human machines were so weak); and not only had the sparring matches he had against his son and Kakkarot's youngest boy been pathetically easy and unsatisfactory; now it turned out he had been duped by Trunks. He, Vegeta, did not like being tricked. Someone would pay, and he could almost guarantee who it would be!
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Trunks hunted wildly through his capsules, Goten watched him intently almost begging his friend to find something that would get them away from 'Mr. Vegeta' and his vengeful approach. For the moment, all thoughts of who their strange visitor was had slipped their minds, all they cared about was getting away from the rapidly approaching menace. They had never believed Vegeta would come after them this quickly.
The 'visitor' watched the two youngsters carefully. Whatever was coming was more powerful even than Lord Freiza, and from the way these two children where acting, the consequences of this thing, whatever it was, finding them would be dire. He looked around again, hoping against hope to see his space pod, which would explian how he had arrived here too, but there was no such luck.
Suddenly Trunks gave a whoop of glee, one of the capsules contained a small space ship. Maybe, just maybe, they could escape into space before Vegeta caught them. The lavender-haired half-Sayajin hit the button and threw the capsule down. Goten watched as his father's look-alike's eyes widened in amazement as a transport appeared out of nowhere. Trunks raced up into the ship, intent on starting her up. When Bardock didn't move to follow Trunks, Goten, with a quick apology to the older, larger warrior gingerly picked him up, and slung him across his shoulder, and raced after his friend. The stranger went wild, punching, kicking, and swearing furiously at the black-haired Sayajin, promising to do terrible things to him if he wasn't put down instantly.
Trunks was sweating with anxiety when he realized just how close his father was getting. Hitting buttons desperately, the teen got the machine turned on, and readied it for blast off.
Goten did his utmost to calm the almost apoplectically furious Sayajin warrior who he had just, very unceremoniously, dumped on the floor of the ship. The black-haired teen carefully blocked the blows leveled at him by the larger Sayajin while trying not to hurt the older warrior; this, of course, only made the other angrier.
"Hold on!!" Trunks suddenly yelled from the control room as the ship roared upward. Goten dodged suddenly to avoid another rush by the older warrior, in doing so he happened to glance out one of the windows, he froze in place and stared in horror.
When the black-haired youngster had dodged toward the window Bardock had gone after him, completely undaunted by the fact that he was making no impression on his opponent whatsoever. When he saw the look of horror cross the boy's face he had been curious to know what would scare someone who was obviously strong enough to be able to simply ignore him, a warrior who had trained since birth to fight.
In the control room Trunks also had time to glance out the window, and what he saw caused his heart to lurch into his throat. The teen could see his father hurtling toward the escaping craft. Silently he urged the ship to go faster.
Looking out the window Bardock was astonished to see his king racing after the ship, his face set, and his eyes blazing with anger. The flying warrior seemed to slowly fall back until he vanish, to Bardock it seemed as if the other had changed direction mid-flight so the two watchers would no longer be able to see him. The little black-haired Sayajin at his side let out a sigh of relief, Bardock felt satisfaction welling up in him, maybe this boy would get what was coming to him, if the other warrior could actually catch the ship.
Vegeta slowly dropped back out of view of the window and Trunks breathed a sigh of relief, they were free, and tracing a clear course for Namek (since in his hurry to leave that was the only place Trunks could think to go), and nothing to worry about. Well, almost nothing, they still had to find out who their visitor was.
Then the ship lurched and he heard Goten say, "Uh, hi Vegeta."
Trunks sank slowly into a chair, dropping his head to his hands. How could this be happening? What had gone wrong? Numbly he wondered how his father had gotten on the ship. Then it struck him, he had left the door open for Goten. Had his friend remembered to shut the outer door?
That was all the time Trunks had to think before Vegeta came storming into the room, his face tense with barely controlled fury, dragging Goten behind him by the collar. Bardock came behind them, watching Vegeta warily and obviously amused by the position the black-haired teen found himself in.
Firmly reminding himself to breathe, Trunks croaked, "Dad, we can explain!"
Bardock started in amazement at the name the lavender-haired one called his king, or at least this warrior who looked like his king, he corrected himself silently.
Vegeta, in the mean time, had let go of Goten, crossed the room in one stride, caught Trunks by the front of his black T-shirt, lifted him out if the chair he was using and dropped him beside Goten. The Sayajin prince then settled himself into the chair Trunks had just vacated, and motioned for Bardock to take the only other chair in the room. A distinctly unpleasant smile worked its way across his face as Vegeta said coldly, "I'm sure you can."
A/N: Hello I'm back. Sorry about taking so long to update. I thought I would have a couple weeks before college started to get hectic again, but nooooooo... this chapter is fro Mira. I mean, it's got Vegeta and Trunks, as she would say 'hocha hocha yow!!!'. Anyway, the only thing that would make it better would be Sev. But hey, nothing is perfect.
ADVERTIZING: Meaningless by Mira is really good!!! Oh, and for those of you who like LOTR, check out Treehugger, she has some of the best stories!!!
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Oh no, It is Dad!
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Vegeta was fuming. This had not been a good week! Not only had the gravity room been broken beyond easy repair (it wasn't his fault that human machines were so weak); and not only had the sparring matches he had against his son and Kakkarot's youngest boy been pathetically easy and unsatisfactory; now it turned out he had been duped by Trunks. He, Vegeta, did not like being tricked. Someone would pay, and he could almost guarantee who it would be!
* * * * *
Trunks hunted wildly through his capsules, Goten watched him intently almost begging his friend to find something that would get them away from 'Mr. Vegeta' and his vengeful approach. For the moment, all thoughts of who their strange visitor was had slipped their minds, all they cared about was getting away from the rapidly approaching menace. They had never believed Vegeta would come after them this quickly.
The 'visitor' watched the two youngsters carefully. Whatever was coming was more powerful even than Lord Freiza, and from the way these two children where acting, the consequences of this thing, whatever it was, finding them would be dire. He looked around again, hoping against hope to see his space pod, which would explian how he had arrived here too, but there was no such luck.
Suddenly Trunks gave a whoop of glee, one of the capsules contained a small space ship. Maybe, just maybe, they could escape into space before Vegeta caught them. The lavender-haired half-Sayajin hit the button and threw the capsule down. Goten watched as his father's look-alike's eyes widened in amazement as a transport appeared out of nowhere. Trunks raced up into the ship, intent on starting her up. When Bardock didn't move to follow Trunks, Goten, with a quick apology to the older, larger warrior gingerly picked him up, and slung him across his shoulder, and raced after his friend. The stranger went wild, punching, kicking, and swearing furiously at the black-haired Sayajin, promising to do terrible things to him if he wasn't put down instantly.
Trunks was sweating with anxiety when he realized just how close his father was getting. Hitting buttons desperately, the teen got the machine turned on, and readied it for blast off.
Goten did his utmost to calm the almost apoplectically furious Sayajin warrior who he had just, very unceremoniously, dumped on the floor of the ship. The black-haired teen carefully blocked the blows leveled at him by the larger Sayajin while trying not to hurt the older warrior; this, of course, only made the other angrier.
"Hold on!!" Trunks suddenly yelled from the control room as the ship roared upward. Goten dodged suddenly to avoid another rush by the older warrior, in doing so he happened to glance out one of the windows, he froze in place and stared in horror.
When the black-haired youngster had dodged toward the window Bardock had gone after him, completely undaunted by the fact that he was making no impression on his opponent whatsoever. When he saw the look of horror cross the boy's face he had been curious to know what would scare someone who was obviously strong enough to be able to simply ignore him, a warrior who had trained since birth to fight.
In the control room Trunks also had time to glance out the window, and what he saw caused his heart to lurch into his throat. The teen could see his father hurtling toward the escaping craft. Silently he urged the ship to go faster.
Looking out the window Bardock was astonished to see his king racing after the ship, his face set, and his eyes blazing with anger. The flying warrior seemed to slowly fall back until he vanish, to Bardock it seemed as if the other had changed direction mid-flight so the two watchers would no longer be able to see him. The little black-haired Sayajin at his side let out a sigh of relief, Bardock felt satisfaction welling up in him, maybe this boy would get what was coming to him, if the other warrior could actually catch the ship.
Vegeta slowly dropped back out of view of the window and Trunks breathed a sigh of relief, they were free, and tracing a clear course for Namek (since in his hurry to leave that was the only place Trunks could think to go), and nothing to worry about. Well, almost nothing, they still had to find out who their visitor was.
Then the ship lurched and he heard Goten say, "Uh, hi Vegeta."
Trunks sank slowly into a chair, dropping his head to his hands. How could this be happening? What had gone wrong? Numbly he wondered how his father had gotten on the ship. Then it struck him, he had left the door open for Goten. Had his friend remembered to shut the outer door?
That was all the time Trunks had to think before Vegeta came storming into the room, his face tense with barely controlled fury, dragging Goten behind him by the collar. Bardock came behind them, watching Vegeta warily and obviously amused by the position the black-haired teen found himself in.
Firmly reminding himself to breathe, Trunks croaked, "Dad, we can explain!"
Bardock started in amazement at the name the lavender-haired one called his king, or at least this warrior who looked like his king, he corrected himself silently.
Vegeta, in the mean time, had let go of Goten, crossed the room in one stride, caught Trunks by the front of his black T-shirt, lifted him out if the chair he was using and dropped him beside Goten. The Sayajin prince then settled himself into the chair Trunks had just vacated, and motioned for Bardock to take the only other chair in the room. A distinctly unpleasant smile worked its way across his face as Vegeta said coldly, "I'm sure you can."