Past Related Future
II.
"Don't stop now! I know you can do better than that!"
Dropping to the floor on his hands and knees, millions of sweat drops fell from Trunks' face, sliding down between his eyes and over his chin, to make a small puddle. His breath came out in heavy pants as he tried to stop the dizziness that was slowly making its way throughout his body. Trunks struggled just to keep his eyes open, his arms beginning to fail him as he came face to face with the hard ground.
"What's the matter with you?! I thought you were supposed to be a Super Saiyan…sure doesn't look like one to me!" commented one of the two male Saiyans that stayed around the training chamber to watch him. From what Trunks heard, his name was Yahei, the one they first met on the planet.
The other one, Yutaka, laughed, "That's for sure! We haven't even seen him power up yet!"
It was true. Trunks figured that after he worked up a little bit of a sweat, he would transform, but when they kept making the gravity go up ten G's every five minutes, it got to the point where he exhausted himself out too quickly and didn't have enough energy to build to go Super Saiyan.
He tried to push himself up with his arms again, but the only thing that accomplished was him hitting the ground hard once more.
"Come on, get up!" Yahei scolded, punching in numbers to make the gravity go up ten more G's, putting it on 580.
Trunks took a few more deep breaths before pushing his pain aside to lift himself up on his hands and knees. His head hung low, making sweat burn his eyes deeply, blurring his vision.
Oh man, I'm blacking out. He told himself, leaving that as a reminder that he had to get up, for who knew what those guys would do to him if he passed out.
He slipped one foot up front so he was only resting on one knee. Actually, the Saiyan men were quite impressed that he lasted this long. They still wanted to see him go Super Saiyan, but there weren't too many people on their planet, that they knew of, that could last that long at 580 G's.
Pushing himself up with his hands, he stood on wobbly legs, looking like a drunken mess. He suddenly realized how much his matted, sweaty hair was adding to the heat and got a deep hot flash that came from the outside in and back again. Not being able to withstand it any longer, Trunks collapsed to his knees, then to his chest, letting his body rest on the steaming metal.
He let out one last breath before losing conscienceness.
This is going to be the death of me…
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An alarm went off beside Vegeta's head, making him swat it to the floor and shatter. He sat up in bed quickly, not wanting to waste any time on getting down to Bulma and Bra and see how they lasted the night. He put on the Saiyan armor that was lying in wait for him across a chair, then looked in the body length mirror.
I haven't seen myself like this in…I don't even know how long. His mind whirled. He remembered he stopped wearing his armor after Cell was defeated, then stopped wearing his spandex and got into the tight shirt and jeans look when Bra was about five or so.
Vegeta didn't know how long he had been looking at himself, but once he snapped out of it, he let out a low growl and exited his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
He walked down the long flight of stairs with his arms crossed, ignoring the astonished looks from the people that didn't see him the day before. He entered the main room to see his father already seated at the fifteen feet long table, ready to eat his breakfast. King Vegeta noticed him almost immediately.
"Vegeta, nice to see you up," he said, straightening his back more to show his son that there was still an air of royal-ness within every room, "For a moment there, I thought you had slept in." He smirked.
Vegeta only grumbled in response, walking up to his father.
"Sit down, breakfast is done and is being served."
Growling, Vegeta looked towards the kitchen, "I'd rather feed my family first, then eat for myself later."
King Vegeta eyed him for a moment before letting out an amused chuckle, "Why, I'm having a hard time believing you're my son at all. The Vegeta I knew would never put others before himself."
Vegeta narrowed his eyes dangerously, "I've changed."
Stopping his chuckling, King Vegeta calmly backed out his chair so he could stand up in front of Vegeta. Since the king was always on the tall side, he looked down at his son seriously, "Yes, but is it really for the better?"
Not knowing whether that was a trick question or not, Vegeta only looked back into the eyes of his father, making it as a silent showdown.
A servant walked in just then, breaking the moment by setting tons of food down on the table.
"You," Vegeta addressed, "make two trays with lots of food."
The servant nodded, "I will when I am done bringing all this fo—."
"Now!" Vegeta yelled, making the room echo loudly from his booming voice.
Looking to King Vegeta for certainty, the king nodded to do so. The servant bowed to the king and prince, "Yes, as you wish, Prince Vegeta." Then he went back into the kitchen.
King Vegeta turned back to the prince, smirking with approval, "I'm glad to see you still have your sense of who you rank over…Prince Vegeta."
"I do not wish to be prince of a planet that holds my family captive." Vegeta stated plainly.
The smirk never left the kings face, "In time…in time," was all he said before sitting back down and pushing his chair towards the table.
Vegeta was just about to ask what the hell he meant by that, but the servant came back in with two full trays and was about to put in on the table, but Vegeta just snatched it away and left the room.
King Vegeta could see that the servant was frustrated, but shrugged it off, "Don't worry…I don't think it will be that hard to get the old Prince Vegeta back…"
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Vegeta walked down the hallway between the cells, making sure not to spill anything on the way. He reached the cell Bulma and Bra were in and still saw Bra "sleeping" on the "bed" and Bulma sleeping on the ground, with her head next to Bra's.
He tried to smile a little, "Bulma, get up," he said, taking a step towards the laser bars.
Hearing her name, Bulma's eyes fluttered open, first looking at Bra then over at Vegeta, standing up tiredly, "Hey, Vegeta…did ya bring us some food?"
He nodded, "Yeah, but…I don't know how to give it to you. If I try to slide it through, it'll burn and—."
"All you had to do was ask," a voice from nowhere came. Bulma let out a short squeal of surprise before looking over to her right.
From the shadows walked a tall guard, swinging a little key ring with an object hanging off of it around his index finger.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, "What a dramatic entrance."
Bulma pointed at him in astonishment, "How long have you been there?!"
"None of you damn business," was all the guard said before pointing the object hanging off the key ring towards the laser bars and pushing a button on top, causing the bars to magically disappear.
Not wanting to waste any time, Vegeta entered the cell, setting the food down in the middle of the floor, and not a minute to soon. Before he could even straighten up again, Bulma flung herself to him, holding him tighter than she ever did before.
In his ear she whispered, "How's this for dramatic?…" before grabbing his face and giving him a hard, passion filled kiss.
It was the guards' turn to roll his eyes, "Disgusting." And with that, he pushed the button again, making the laser bars go back on before walking away from the "pathetic" scene.
Actually, locking them in there again, was supposed to be a punishment for showing him such a nice act, but, even though it sounds corny, as long as they were together, they didn't care.
Hearing the zip zap of the laser bars disappearing and reappearing, Bra squinted her eyes a little, before shutting them quickly, realizing she had a planet sized headache.
"Ow, my head…"
Knowing that their daughter was finally awake, Vegeta and Bulma broke away from each other and rushed over to her side.
"Oh, thank Kami you're all right, Bra. For a moment there, I thought you went into a coma," Bulma expressed, getting that teary eyed look.
Bra let out a low moan, squinting one eye open again to look at her mom, but was hit with a surprise when she saw her dad, also.
"Daddy!" she screamed, sitting up and wrapping her arms around his neck, "I knew you'd come and save us!"
Having his arms wrapped around her small waist, Vegeta's expression went from happy to sad within an instant, and Bulma noticed it. Vegeta looked to her for help, knowing that he wasn't there to rescue them, but to just give them food. Of course, no dad would want to upset his little girl, especially after she gets her hopes up so high. But he couldn't just lie to her…
"Actually…Bra," he started, pulling her off him for a moment to look into her face, "I'm still working on it."
Her face fell immediately.
"Oh…so that means me and Mommy are still slaves?" she asked innocently.
"No!" Vegeta screamed abruptly, "No, you two are not slaves and will never be slaves. Is that understood?"
The seriousness in his voice made Bra tense up and only left room for her to nod.
Vegeta nodded also, "Good. Now, I've brought you two food, so dig in." He said, tilting his head towards the trays.
"Goodie!" Bra exclaimed, jumping off the "bed"…only making her remember her headache. She held her head between her two palms, sinking to her knees in pain. Being only ten years old, she never fully experienced a head on headache (no pun intended), so was less immune to how they felt.
"Bra, honey, are you okay?" Bulma asked, dropping to her side in an instant.
"Mmmm…!" was all she managed to get out.
Vegeta picked her up gently and sat her on the "bed", putting his palm to her forehead. Letting out a little bit of energy, his hand warmed, making it as a perfectly warm washcloth.
Slowly, almost uncertain, Bra took her hands away from her head.
"Feel better?" Vegeta asked, looking at the expression on her face.
Nodding her head once, for fear of getting the pain back, she managed out a little "yes" with unmoving lips.
Bulma picked up the tray, which held eggs, toast, sausage, bacon, and orange juice, and sat it down in front of Bra for her to eat. She picked up the other tray for herself, but just sat down on the cold, hard ground to eat, since the "bed" wasn't big enough for all three of them to fit.
Vegeta powered up a little more, leaving her head hot now, instead of just warm, so he could take his hand away from her, yet it would still feel like it's there. He got up and walked behind Bulma, putting his hands on her shoulders and rubbing them a little, "So, how are you coming along?"
She finished swallowing her orange juice, "Fine…oh, and while we're on the topic of health and or mental state, how's Trunks doing?"
A blush came over Vegeta as he suddenly felt very ashamed, "To tell you the truth, I haven't gotten around to seeing him, yet."
"What?!" Bulma screamed, setting down her tray to stand in his face, "You mean to tell me that from yesterday, from when you were down here to the rest of the day, to the beginning of this day…you haven't seen out son yet!?" Bulma grabbed his upper arms and shook him hard, telling him that he was crazy, "For all we know he can be hurt, in pain! …maybe even dead!"
Even though it was a disturbing thought, Vegeta still had to look at her strangely, "Gees, and you say I'm pessimistic."
Bulma made that kind of growl that made Vegeta fall in love with her in the first place, "This isn't funny, Vegeta."
He stared at her for a couple of seconds and saw that she was hurt that he wasn't taking their sons welfare seriously. He sighed, "You're right. As soon as I'm done here, I'll go see if I can find him."
Bulma gave him her best smile and a light kiss on the lips, "Thanks, Vegeta. It makes me feel a lot better."
Looking out of the corner of her right eye, she saw her specially made camera sitting in one corner of the cell.
"Hey! I've got an idea!" she said, walking over and picking up the camera, "How about I take some pictures of the three of us?"
"Yeah, pictures!" Bra said, already loving the idea.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes, "Why the hel-l-llll…." He kind of left off before he finished saying the word. He looked over at Bra and saw her blink a couple times in confusion, "…heck," he finally said, "would you want to take pictures for?"
Bulma shrugged, "So we can look at them to keep ourselves occupied," was her simple reason.
Hating getting his picture taken, but hating the thought of his mate and daughter going crazy even more, he slumped his shoulder and leaned against the wall, letting her know he would take the damn pictures.
Smiling with delight, she put the camera on the center of the "bed", pushed a few buttons, leaving a blinking red light go off on the top.
"Come over here, Bra," she said, taking her daughters' hand and leading her across the cell.
"I set the time for ten seconds, so it should be going off in about—."
A flash occurred, the camera made a few sounds, and the picture came out.
"Hey, I wasn't ready!" Vegeta complained.
Bulma giggled, "Sorry, Vegeta, I'll set it again," she went back over to the camera, pressed the buttons again, and unless he was mistaken, Vegeta could have sworn she pressed a few more and tried very hard to hide a smile.
She ran back over to the group and stood beside Vegeta while Bra stood in front of them. They all looked at the camera as it went off...then Vegeta relaxed, Bulma giggled again and gave him a kiss on the cheek as the camera went off again and again and again.
"What the hell?!" Vegeta had a shocked expression and Bulma pushed him down, while Bra punched his leg.
"Daddy, language!" And amongst all this, the camera kept clicking over and over.
"What's going on in there?!" The guard from earlier asked from outside the bars. As if on cue, the camera ended its flashing and clicking.
They all quickly looked over to see an astonished, yet mad, looking guardsman.
Vegeta stood up, "It's not of any concern to you."
The guard just rolled his eyes, "Whatever." He pushed the button on the remote key ring, making the bars disappear once again.
Bra looked on with huge eyes, with only one word on her mind…
"Freedom!" she squealed before making a run for it out of the cell. Before she got very far, the guard was in front of her and pushed her roughly back into her cell.
Without another thought or blink from anyone, the guard was pushed up against the wall by Vegeta, who was holding him by his neck.
Bulma went to Bra's side, but they were both looking up at Vegeta to see what he would do.
Giving the guard a deep death glare, Vegeta punched the guy right across the face, enough to make him go flying through a wall, if it wasn't for the fact that Vegeta was holding him. Just from the pressure, it made the guards head fall, meaning that Vegeta pretty much broke his neck.
He slammed him against the wall, making the guards head flop like it was that of a dolls.
Vegeta spit in his face before he began speaking through gritted teeth: "If you ever, ever touch my daughter again…I swear I will not hesitate to kill you."
Holding him up for a few more seconds, he growled before throwing him to the floor. As the guard hit the floor with a thud, the remote fell out of his hand, landing directly at Vegeta's feet. He looked down at it and quickly picked it up once he heard two other people coming. Vegeta pushed the button, which made the bars appear again, just in time for the two men to show up.
"What's going on down here?" one guy asked, looking somewhat afraid of what Vegeta might do to him.
Vegeta glared at them, "What, is that the question of the day or something?" Directing his attention towards his family, he nodded to Bulma, "I'll go see about Trunks now." And with that, he left, walking down the hall.
The two men looked down at the guard and, seeing as how he was probably so injured he was going to die, followed Vegeta out of the chamber.
Bulma watched all three men go and crossed her fingers with her hands that were on Bra's shoulders. She happened to see that Vegeta picked up the remote to get them out of there and hoped he knew what he was doing.
Please come for us tonight, Vegeta…
**********
"You're conscience now, you can train!"
"Yeah, we let you rest all night, you should think of that as an honor!"
Once again, Yahei and Yutaka were tormenting Trunks on going Super Saiyan in the gravity room. And yet he still wasn't going.
I don't want to give them what they want!
Was all Trunks kept saying in his mind. Sure, that might have been part of it, but it wasn't the full length of why he wasn't going Super Saiyan. When he passed out the night before, they left him lying there, but did have the decency to turn off the gravity. Yet once they found him awake, they put the gravity back to 580, so he could "continue where he left off", as they so put it. It didn't give him the chance enough to build up his energy.
Finally, after seeing that walking around, running around, jumping around, and flipping around wore him out quickly, he finally just decided on sitting down and meditating.
Of course, the two Saiyan men didn't like that too well.
"Get up, you fool! Don't you know that if you don't turn Super Saiyan that we're just going to keep rising the G's in there?!" Yahei yelled.
Trunks narrowed his eyes. You'll keep rising the G's no matter what.
"This is your last, what the?!" was what Yutaka yelled.
Well, that sure didn't make any sense. Trunks cracked an eye open to see Vegeta, but not the other two guys. He opened both eyes.
Vegeta went to the control panel and pressed a few buttons and slowly at first, then speeding up, Trunks felt the gravity get lower and lower until it was normal.
He let out a sigh of relief, finally, he could breathe again.
Vegeta pushed a button next to the door, opening the hatchet to let Trunks out.
Trunks happily stepped out of the enclosed room, "Whew, feels good to be out of that thing."
His father didn't say anything, just kept his eyes narrowed as he turned around and walked out of the room with the gravity room in it and down the hall. Trunks looked down to see Yahei and Yutaka got a big punch in the face and were knocked out on the ground. He turned to follow his father.
"Hey, Dad!" Trunks yelled, jogging to keep up, "Why you mad at me for?"
Vegeta gave him a side view glance, "I'm not mad at you, I'm just mad."
"Oh, heh…" Trunks put his hands behind his head, "Glad to see nothing has changed."
If it wasn't for the fact that Vegeta had something very important on his mind, he would have cursed Trunks out.
He reached a pair of big double doors and threw them open roughly, making them bang against the wall that was in their way. Vegeta entered the room that held the thrown that the king sat in and, sure enough, the king was sitting in it then.
"Prince Vegeta, glad to see you—."
"What the hell are you trying to prove!?" Vegeta cut him off simultaneously.
King Vegeta leaned back in his chair, "What do you mean?"
"What do you mean what do I mean?!" Vegeta pointed his finger behind him at Trunks, "You're training my son until he's not conscience that's what!"
The king closed his eyes and chuckled a bit, "You should find it as an honor, for—."
"I find it as no honor!" Vegeta screamed.
"For if your son trains hard, he'll get stronger, leaving it as a better advantage to get your family out of that cell and find freedom. Don't you agree…" he leaned forward in his chair, "Prince Vegeta?"
Vegeta only growled.
"How can I get stronger if I don't even get any food?" Trunks asked, suddenly jumping in on the conversation.
"Exactly!" Vegeta agreed, "You should know as well as any one else that to become stronger you—."
This time, Vegeta was cut off, "And what about other pairs of clothes? Eventually, I'll stink so bad that that's all it'll take to make me pass out! And how about bathroom breaks? Sometime I'm gonna push myself so far, then pee myself, then wha—."
"Would you shut up already?!" Vegeta screamed back at him, "I think you've been hanging around with Kakarot's youngest brat too much!"
Trunks chuckled a little, "I—."
"Did you say Kakarot's youngest brat? You mean Kakarot…the youngest son of Bardock?" King Vegeta stood up, suddenly very interested in the conversation.
Vegeta turned his attention to his father, "Yes, why?"
"Hmm…" the king rubbed his chin in thought, "Kakarot never mentioned anything about having kids."
Vegeta's eyes widened tremendously, "Ka-kakarot is…here?
King Vegeta nodded once, "Correct. Well…actually the correct term is…was here."
"Was here?! Well, where'd he go?!" Vegeta took a step forward.
He shrugged, "I have not one clue, to tell you the truth. He was here for awhile yesterday and while I tried to explain to him where he was, he didn't look very interested; he wasn't really paying attention. So he told me that he must have accidentally used…something…then put his fingers to his forehead and left."
Vegeta stared at his father in an unbelievable expression, "H-he…Kakarot used his…Instant Transmission to…" he stopped there to scream loudly then walked out of the room angrily.
"Wait up, Dad!" Trunks yelled also before exiting the room.
He walked quickly down the hall, grumbling incoherent words, Trunks right on his heels, when Vegeta stopped abruptly.
"Oomph!" Trunks mumbled out after running into Vegeta's back.
"Go back to the gravity room," Vegeta ordered without turning around.
Trunks took a step back and waved his hands in front of his face, "No way! I hate being—."
Vegeta turned around to show Trunks how serious he really was, "Trunks, go. I'm going out to train, also, then I have a plan to sneak us all out of here. But we have to look busy in the meantime."
Smiling widely, Trunks nodded, "Awesome, Dad! But when is this plan supposed to take place?"
"Tonight sometime. Don't worry, I have everything under control, just go back to training."
Nodding again, Trunks went in the direction the gravity room was, "Right, I got ya."
Vegeta watched him go for a couple seconds before heading in the direction he was going, which was outside. Once out there, he saw about twenty other Saiyans training also. All Vegeta had to do was roll his eyes.
Great, this should prove to be quite amusing. His mind said as he walked over to the Saiyans.
When everyone saw him walking towards them, they all stopped their sparring and bowed down on one knee for him.
"Welcome back, Prince Vegeta." The words rang out as an echo.
Vegeta stopped in front of them with his arms crossed, looking down at his…scratch that…the people.
"Come on, get up and let's fight!" Vegeta yelled in frustration. He watched them all stand to their feet and get into their fighting positions, ready to fight one another and to take on the prince himself.
Almost mindlessly, Vegeta began fighting off a lot of the Saiyans that came out him, yet his mind was elsewhere.
Okay…once I take their lunch down to them, I'll tell them I'm coming at night. What time…I say around midnight should be fine. I'll go for Trunks first, that way I won't have to run all over the damn building just to get out.
He nodded to himself.
Perfect.
Oh…my…Kami! Lol! I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, sorry!!!! . I kept telling everyone I was gonna update soon and I never did and the guilt suddenly hit like two days ago and I've been working on this story like crazy and I was so uninspired for a long time and sorta still was but I wanted to give you all what you wanted and once again I'm so sorry! ::takes deep breath:: Okay…now that that's over with…What did ya think? =)