Disclaimer: My Chibi Trunks action figure has decided that he's being neglected. Just because Denny's is the magnetic center of the universe and he isn't, he's decided that he's going to get himself addicted to coffee just so that he can come with me.
A/N: So, are you guys happy that I finally got the guy in Pan's bed? Or did I draw it out too long for something so "trivial"? Hey, don't look at me. I never said it was Trunks, I said the half-saiyan, and you ppls turned it into Vegeta's oldest brat. There are 3 male half-saiyans, ya know. You built it up, not me. ;P
Anywayz, here's the next chapter. Warning, it's another one of my famously short ones.
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Petrified Tears
chapter 42
Black eyes opened with a silent snap, and concern, worry, and anger seared through his soul.
What in the name of all things sacred would he be doing in her room?
He was downstairs again, having forgotten to go upstairs to bed. Not that it mattered...she hadn't been home tonight, she'd been out somewhere with one of her guy friends-an old friend he'd been forced to admit wasn't trying to steal her away from him. That was why he'd been out here, downstairs in the moonlight, waiting for his princess to return.
He'd missed her return, apparently. She was already upstairs, content and comfortable, asleep and beautiful, just like she always was.
He stood from the chair.
He didn't go upstairs.
Instead, he crossed to the picture window at the front of the living room, staring out over the fields just beyond the property line, where he had first broken down and told his wife just how much she meant to him...where their first child was conceived.
First child. That was a joke.
He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms across his chest, looking past the fields, to where he knew lived the others of his race.
Why is he in her room, at this hour of night?
He shook his head, black hair swaying gently above him.
The boy's in over his head, this time.
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Black eyes forced themselves open, straining to see in the darkness of his living room.
Something wasn't right.
Fumbling, he searched for kis, unsure of what it was that was so off to him.
His wife slept peacefully, dreaming innocent dreams that he didn't have the luxury of, dreams that he hadn't had the luxury of in a long time. It baffled him sometimes as to how pure she really was. He'd known all along that despite her will and demeanor she was as innocent as they came, but that even now she remained as innocent as she was remained a mystery he wasn't about to try and figure out. He'd probably destroy that innocence if he tried.
His daughter slept soundly, but not as soundly as she'd been sleeping of late. She'd been out late again, later tonight then the previous night, and hadn't bothered to call. He wouldn't reprimand her though, as much as it worried him when she stayed out late, it wasn't his place to treat her like she was sixteen again.
The boy-
The boy. That's what was wrong.
The boy was in a room he didn't belong in.
Granted he had probably fallen asleep when taking the girl upstairs after work, he didn't belong in her room.
He rubbed his eyes, dragging himself to his feet and crossing to the picture window instead of going upstairs.
What am I going to do about him? he wondered quietly, staring out at the lawn where he had finally had it out with the girl that had in time become his wife, telling her the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. She'd been terrified of his past, of course-who wouldn't be afraid of all of the hardships and horrors he had seen, caused, and endured in his lifetime? But just the same, she'd reciprocated his feelings.
Shaking his head, he crossed his arms across his chest and stared beyond the lawn to the full moon overhead.
A thrill of unwanted power rushed through him, and he forced himself to close his eyes and turn away, damning himself three times over for that rush. His tail tightened around his waist, and he quietly thanked whatever gods were listening for the power that he possessed...with that power, he had power over the transformation. With that power, he stayed as human as he was, his house remained intact, and his family and the rest of the world remained at peace with each other.
Amazing.
Something that could shed such innocence on the world, could also bring out the demonic side in the most innocent.
He turned his thoughts back to the boy.
That boy is just going to end up getting himself hurt.
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A/N: So who's who? Is Vegeta being Vegeta and Gohan being Gohan, or are they being uncharacteristically like the other? I just confused the hell out of you, didn't I? Heh heh heh... ;P
Review, and I'll give you chapter 43.
-Panabelle ;P
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