Even though this is a repost, it is my first post as "Dragon Priestess"! I changed my name from
"Lithium-Like" to the one I have now. Sorry if there's any confusion.
Thanks for the reviews for my last chapter! I was squealing with excitement. I am such a
cornball, don't you ever forget it. Haha well life is always interesting that way.
Here we go, chapter two in "Unknown Bond".....
DISCLAIMER: I don't own DB, DBZ, or DBGT....yada yada yep I'm done disclaiming.
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"Maybe he is a Saiyan," Goku said as he stood up to leave her with her thoughts. But the look on
her face was as if she had struck gold. She had finally put a face to the bond.
"Trunks," she said suddenly, quickly sitting upright in her bed. She was out of breath and her
heart was racing with this new discovery...
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Vegeta flew home, a scowl plastered on his face. He knew what he was going to
find the second he laid eyes on Capsule Corp. And of course he was right. There was
Trunks on the roof, yet again, staring at the stars like some kind of drone. Vegeta landed
next to him and frowned. Trunks still hadn't moved. He didn't even notice that his father
was standing over him with his arms crossed, staring at him. Finally, Vegeta cleared his
throat quite loudly. Trunks gasped and spun his head around quickly. Vegeta smirked, he
had at least succeeded in startling him.
"Dad!," Trunks exclaimed, finally beginning to breath again. Vegeta sure had scared him
this time.
"Why the hell are you always up here boy?," Vegeta barked. Trunks didn't seem to mind his father's
roughness and replied calmly, though still out of breath,
"I'm really not sure."
Vegeta waited impatiently for Trunks to continue and explain, but his son remained quiet.
"Well boy?!," Vegeta asked.
"Huh?," Trunks asked, startled. He had never known his father to be very interested in his
problems. In fact, he had thought his father had went inside by now to eat.
"What are you doing out here?," Vegeta demanded again.
"I'm just thinking," Trunks said. 'What does he want to know for anyway? So he can torture me
with it during sparring?'
"About what?," Vegeta barked once again.
Now Trunks was very surprised. His father was still, for what seemed to be some insane reason,
questioning him. But he was questioning him, and that meant that he had to answer....or pay the
price later in the gravity room.
"I....I'm not really sure," Trunks said hesitantly. He knew he should give his father a better
answer than that, but it was true. He really didn't know what it was that plagued his mind. He
even started to feel bad. 'Could he be reaching out to me?' he thought. He didn't know, but the
very thought made him queasy. Trunks sighed and blew the lavender strands of hair out of his eyes,
then curiously looked up at his father. He was still there, looking down at him with an
expression in his eyes....Trunks didn't know what it meant. Finally he gave up and continued. At
least his father wasn't a gossip like his mother and grandmother were.
"I'm just not sure," Trunks said again, breaking the silence and staring at the stars yet again.
"It's this feeling I have...kind of as if a part of me isn't there, and I know where it is but
honestly I have no real clue. And no matter how much I want it to be there again it just isn't.
It...it's a growing feeling I've had since I was younger, dad. What the hell am I supposed to do?
And it's ok if you didn't understand one word I said, it's probably just a bunch of shit to you
anyway."
Vegeta was shocked. Trunks had never talked to him this way before, he always showed a certain
amount of respect for his father and also had never confronted him about what he really thought.
But now that he did, Vegeta couldn't just walk away. He was in too deep now - if he walked away
he would never hear the end of it. For one thing, Trunks would not spar well and would be stuck
thinking about thoughts unknown to even himself. And for another, Bulma would make him talk to
Trunks eventually anyway. Vegeta sighed. 'I'll just get this over with,' he thought. Sighing,
Vegeta sat down next to Trunks.
"Brat," he began, roughly and uncomfortably. He wasn't good at father-son chats.
"Trunks," the boy corrected.
"Whatever brat." Trunks frowned as Vegeta continued. "What you have is a Saiyan bond. You can't
get rid of it. You have to find your other half - the one you're destined to be with. And if
that doesn't make sense to you then I don't know what will."
"A bond?," Trunks questioned, oblivious to Vegeta's last comment.
Vegeta grunted, then gave a simple nod.
"Well does she feel this bond too?," Trunks asked.
"Yes, she does," Vegeta said, then smirked as he continued, "She probably sits on her roof at
night like an idiot too."
"Even if she's not a Saiyan, the Saiyan bond will still work then?," Trunks asked, beginning to
understand just what it was he felt.
"I never said that," Vegeta asked gruffly.
"What do you mean?," Trunks asked.
"I don't know if it would work that way," Vegeta said, smirking.
"But," Trunks began, "you-you just said she feels it too...." he trailed off, becoming dazed.
Suddenly he drew in a sharp breath and his eyes lit up with realization.
"What's the matter, boy," Vegeta asked, his triumphant smirk apparent, "did you think of
something?"
"Pan!," he gasped. Suddenly he was breathless, and everything came together as the fog lifted from
his mind. Trunks turned his head back toward Vegeta. "You knew, didn't you?," he asked
accusingly.
"Of course," came Vegeta's proud reply. Trunks looked ahead toward the starry sky for what seemed
like forever, and then looked back at his father.
"Does she really?," Trunks asked suddenly.
"What?," Vegeta asked, beginning to get sickened at the role he played in getting Trunks to
realize his feelings for the spawn of Kakkarot's spawn.
"Sit on her roof and look at the stars," Trunks finished, gazing back at the sky.
"Hmph," Vegeta mumbled, "dumb girl has been for weeks." Trunks smiled and leapt to his feet.
Vegeta cringed and wondered why he had shared a father/son moment. It just wasn't his style.
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Please review! If I get reviews that means I'll get the next chapter out faster....
It's this thing called MOTIVATION, and also BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND (which is why I reposted this
fic! Haha. I used to have this whole fic mapped out in my mind but... I forgot it. I have a few
more chapters saved on my computer, up until the point that I got writer's block on this fic and
stopped writing it. If you want you could read (and review) my other two T/P fics, "A New Threat"
and "Strangling the CEO". I'm also working on two new ones which aren't posted just yet.
Thanks for reading, remember to REVIEW!
"Lithium-Like" to the one I have now. Sorry if there's any confusion.
Thanks for the reviews for my last chapter! I was squealing with excitement. I am such a
cornball, don't you ever forget it. Haha well life is always interesting that way.
Here we go, chapter two in "Unknown Bond".....
DISCLAIMER: I don't own DB, DBZ, or DBGT....yada yada yep I'm done disclaiming.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Maybe he is a Saiyan," Goku said as he stood up to leave her with her thoughts. But the look on
her face was as if she had struck gold. She had finally put a face to the bond.
"Trunks," she said suddenly, quickly sitting upright in her bed. She was out of breath and her
heart was racing with this new discovery...
----------------------
Vegeta flew home, a scowl plastered on his face. He knew what he was going to
find the second he laid eyes on Capsule Corp. And of course he was right. There was
Trunks on the roof, yet again, staring at the stars like some kind of drone. Vegeta landed
next to him and frowned. Trunks still hadn't moved. He didn't even notice that his father
was standing over him with his arms crossed, staring at him. Finally, Vegeta cleared his
throat quite loudly. Trunks gasped and spun his head around quickly. Vegeta smirked, he
had at least succeeded in startling him.
"Dad!," Trunks exclaimed, finally beginning to breath again. Vegeta sure had scared him
this time.
"Why the hell are you always up here boy?," Vegeta barked. Trunks didn't seem to mind his father's
roughness and replied calmly, though still out of breath,
"I'm really not sure."
Vegeta waited impatiently for Trunks to continue and explain, but his son remained quiet.
"Well boy?!," Vegeta asked.
"Huh?," Trunks asked, startled. He had never known his father to be very interested in his
problems. In fact, he had thought his father had went inside by now to eat.
"What are you doing out here?," Vegeta demanded again.
"I'm just thinking," Trunks said. 'What does he want to know for anyway? So he can torture me
with it during sparring?'
"About what?," Vegeta barked once again.
Now Trunks was very surprised. His father was still, for what seemed to be some insane reason,
questioning him. But he was questioning him, and that meant that he had to answer....or pay the
price later in the gravity room.
"I....I'm not really sure," Trunks said hesitantly. He knew he should give his father a better
answer than that, but it was true. He really didn't know what it was that plagued his mind. He
even started to feel bad. 'Could he be reaching out to me?' he thought. He didn't know, but the
very thought made him queasy. Trunks sighed and blew the lavender strands of hair out of his eyes,
then curiously looked up at his father. He was still there, looking down at him with an
expression in his eyes....Trunks didn't know what it meant. Finally he gave up and continued. At
least his father wasn't a gossip like his mother and grandmother were.
"I'm just not sure," Trunks said again, breaking the silence and staring at the stars yet again.
"It's this feeling I have...kind of as if a part of me isn't there, and I know where it is but
honestly I have no real clue. And no matter how much I want it to be there again it just isn't.
It...it's a growing feeling I've had since I was younger, dad. What the hell am I supposed to do?
And it's ok if you didn't understand one word I said, it's probably just a bunch of shit to you
anyway."
Vegeta was shocked. Trunks had never talked to him this way before, he always showed a certain
amount of respect for his father and also had never confronted him about what he really thought.
But now that he did, Vegeta couldn't just walk away. He was in too deep now - if he walked away
he would never hear the end of it. For one thing, Trunks would not spar well and would be stuck
thinking about thoughts unknown to even himself. And for another, Bulma would make him talk to
Trunks eventually anyway. Vegeta sighed. 'I'll just get this over with,' he thought. Sighing,
Vegeta sat down next to Trunks.
"Brat," he began, roughly and uncomfortably. He wasn't good at father-son chats.
"Trunks," the boy corrected.
"Whatever brat." Trunks frowned as Vegeta continued. "What you have is a Saiyan bond. You can't
get rid of it. You have to find your other half - the one you're destined to be with. And if
that doesn't make sense to you then I don't know what will."
"A bond?," Trunks questioned, oblivious to Vegeta's last comment.
Vegeta grunted, then gave a simple nod.
"Well does she feel this bond too?," Trunks asked.
"Yes, she does," Vegeta said, then smirked as he continued, "She probably sits on her roof at
night like an idiot too."
"Even if she's not a Saiyan, the Saiyan bond will still work then?," Trunks asked, beginning to
understand just what it was he felt.
"I never said that," Vegeta asked gruffly.
"What do you mean?," Trunks asked.
"I don't know if it would work that way," Vegeta said, smirking.
"But," Trunks began, "you-you just said she feels it too...." he trailed off, becoming dazed.
Suddenly he drew in a sharp breath and his eyes lit up with realization.
"What's the matter, boy," Vegeta asked, his triumphant smirk apparent, "did you think of
something?"
"Pan!," he gasped. Suddenly he was breathless, and everything came together as the fog lifted from
his mind. Trunks turned his head back toward Vegeta. "You knew, didn't you?," he asked
accusingly.
"Of course," came Vegeta's proud reply. Trunks looked ahead toward the starry sky for what seemed
like forever, and then looked back at his father.
"Does she really?," Trunks asked suddenly.
"What?," Vegeta asked, beginning to get sickened at the role he played in getting Trunks to
realize his feelings for the spawn of Kakkarot's spawn.
"Sit on her roof and look at the stars," Trunks finished, gazing back at the sky.
"Hmph," Vegeta mumbled, "dumb girl has been for weeks." Trunks smiled and leapt to his feet.
Vegeta cringed and wondered why he had shared a father/son moment. It just wasn't his style.
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Please review! If I get reviews that means I'll get the next chapter out faster....
It's this thing called MOTIVATION, and also BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND (which is why I reposted this
fic! Haha. I used to have this whole fic mapped out in my mind but... I forgot it. I have a few
more chapters saved on my computer, up until the point that I got writer's block on this fic and
stopped writing it. If you want you could read (and review) my other two T/P fics, "A New Threat"
and "Strangling the CEO". I'm also working on two new ones which aren't posted just yet.
Thanks for reading, remember to REVIEW!