"Buma! I need a towel!" screamed Vegeta from the bathroom.
"Would you hold on for a minute!," Buma screamed back at Vegeta from the cellar.
It was always like him. He would yell and I would have to yell back. And yet, for all his bad attitude he was cute, handsome and a father to their only son, Trunks. No matter how many battles and no matter how big his ego was, he had a soft spot. I was the only one to have seen it.
Sure, he would pout and yell at the top of his lungs, but he was mine. All mine!
"Mom! Mom, kan I goo trwain wit dad?" A cute faced boy asked.
Short white hair and ice blue eyes goggled at me for an answer. Trunks was his name and fighting seemed like the only thing that must have circled in his mind. I didn't want him to get hurt but if I said no . . . he wouldn't talk to me for a whole month. Should I? Or shouldn't I?
Vegeta did have a tendency to be ruff but not all the time.
One time when no one was there except for me, he played with trunks, like a real father would. That is the only time that they ever had much of a relationship with one another.
"Mom!"
"Oh! Sorry honey. Maybe you should ask your father. Although I am sure he'll let you train with him . . ." Just as I was answering Trunks, Vegeta took that moment to yell for a towel.
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Again! The comfort of a bed brought me to dream. I had felt alone once but now I wasn't. Now I had friends that I could count on. Yet, I still worried that Goku would come into my room and kill me. It sure seemed that way with the Namek, Piccolo.
One look from Piccolo and I could not help but look away. I felt partly responsible for his race loosing their only home for a planet. Somehow though I think he thought of me as the reason why Frieza destroyed Namek. The only reason my father destroyed Namek was because he couldn't have the one thing that would make all the difference, immortality. I was just thinking to myself when a knock came from the door.
"Come in!"
