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Disclaimer: Like all the other fanfic writers, I only wish I owned DBZ. If I did I would be animating this story instead of posting it as a text file.
Chapter 6: Who's That Angry Man?
The scream echoed in Trunks' mind as he made his way to the bedroom next door. Tearing his sword from it's sheath as he ran. As he made it to her door he dropped the sheath and flung it open. "Sakura!!" Trunks yelled as he barged in, afraid of what he would see as he turned on the light.
With a flick of the switch the lights snapped on. He saw Sakura was sitting upright in bed, she was leaning forward clutching the blanket to her chest. Struggling to breathe deeply, she looked towards Trunks as he charged into the room. Her look of terror replaced by surprise.
"Are you alright Sakura! What happened?" Trunks asked in a most concerned tone.
"I'm ok." Sakura replied in a shaken state. "It was just a nightmare. The monster, he was coming after me. I couldn't get away, he was going to kill me. Then I woke up."
Sakura blushed when she noticed what Trunks was wearing. He continued to be ever attractive to her. Wearing only his boxers and an unbuttoned flannel shirt, he was showing her more than she needed to see. She quickly looked back down at the bed, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Remembering what attire he had on, Trunks himself became a little embarrassed as well. He rubbed the back of his head and smiled at her and began to speak. "Sorry to barge in on you like this, I thought something was wrong."
"It's ok, I don't mind. I am sorry that I disturbed you, I didn't mean to make you worry." Sakura looked back at Trunks and noticed his rather pink cheeks. "How did I get in this bed any ways? I don't remember anything after we came into the house."
"You passed out when I was introducing you to Bulma. I brought you up here to your room after that. Excuse me just a moment." Trunks said as he walked out the door. Seconds later he came back in, putting his sword in it's sheath as he did so. "I dropped the sheath outside in the hall, I figured I better pick it up." He then placed the sheathed sword against the wall.
Sakura sat fidgeting with her blanket, trying to avoid looking at Trunks. ~I have to stop thinking of him. I can't let myself have feelings for him.~ Sakura's mind raced with these thoughts.
Trunks spoke up, breaking the short and awkward silence. "Bulma wanted you to let her know if you needed anything. Her room is across the hall, and mine is the one next to yours. I guess you better get back to sleep, you need your rest. Is there anything I can get you?"
~Well, now I AM confused! Why would they have separate bedrooms? I guess some couples are like that though.~ Sakura couldn't help but think things were just getting stranger by the minute. "Well there is one thing." Sakura finally found the voice to speak up.
"Ok, what can I get you." Trunks replied.
"I am kind of thirsty, I could use a glass of water." Sakura stated.
"I will go get you one." Trunks said as he turned to leave the room.
"Wait!" Sakura sounded a little alarmed as she shouted. "May I go with you? I wouldn't mind knowing where things are."
"That is a good idea. Come on, follow me." Trunks smiled at her and motioned toward the door.
Sakura crawled out of the soft bed to follow Trunks down to the kitchen. As she did so she noticed that she was still wearing her torn up clothes as well as Trunks' jacket. "Um, Trunks? Can you wait just a minute? I would like to change into something a little more comfortable." Sakura asked as she looked herself up and down.
"Sure, I will be right outside the door waiting for you." And with that Trunks exited the room and shut the door behind him.
Sakura picked up her bag on the floor and dumped in onto the bed. She grabbed a pair of soft cotton shorts that she usually wore around the house. She then found a short sleeved shirt with a button up front. She quickly changed leaving her tattered clothes from the day's events along with Trunks' jacket on the bed. She then opened the door to find Trunks leaning against the wall. "Ok, that's better." She stated with a smile.
"Follow me, the kitchen is this way." Trunks said as he walked ahead of her. She noticed that he had buttoned up his shirt. It was a good thing too. He was too well built for her to control the drool factor much longer.
They made their way down the stairs and to the kitchen. Upon entering, they found someone else in the house was still up. An angry looking man with black spiky hair sat at the kitchen table with a menacing stare. His muscular physic was enhanced by the fact that he wore no shirt. He was devouring an entire plate of cookies that were laid out before him. Trunks chose to ignore him and proceeded to the cupboard to get a glass for Sakura. Sakura on the other hand couldn't help but wonder who this angry looking man was. She wasn't trying to stare at him, but she was trying to take in his looks. Something about him seemed very familiar, but she just couldn't understand why. He sure looked mean, but he was well built and almost, attractive.
"What are you staring at woman!" His gruff voice struck Sakura like a bag of bricks.
Sakura winced at his admonishment towards her and she quickly averted her gaze to the nicely polished kitchen floor. "I'm sorry." She stammered in a low voice.
"Well you should be, it isn't polite to stare at people. Who the hell are you, any ways?" The man replied in a demanding tone.
"Oh, lay off. Will ya Vegeta!" Trunks broke into the conversation as he approached the kitchen table. "Sakura, this is Vegeta. He is also a resident of this house. His bark is worse than his bite, and you won't see too much of him. He spends most of his time training outside of the house. So don't let him bother you."
"Me, bother her! What the hell is that all about?" Vegeta shouted in his normal pissed off tone of voice. "She is the one who is bothering me! Coming in here while I am trying to enjoy my snack. Why is she here? I demand to know!"
Just then the kitchen door flew open and yet another resident of the house was indeed awake. "GET OVER YOURSELF!" Bulma's voice shrieked at Vegeta. "Haven't you ever heard of such a thing as a houseguest?!"
"Who the hell asked you to butt in, woman! Go tend to your brat, I can hear him crying all the way in here." Vegeta snapped back at Bulma.
"He's probably crying because his father is such a jerk!" Bulma retorted. "Is that any way to speak about your own son?! He isn't a brat! Why don't you try spending some time with him instead of spending all your time in that damned gravity chamber!"
"I can't even have a quiet snack around this place!" Vegeta yelled back as he stood from the table and turned to leave. "At least in the gravity chamber I don't have listen to this noise!" And with that Vegeta stormed out of the kitchen.
"How dare he walk away like that! Ohhh, I could just." Bulma was spouting off and then she stopped. "Oh, Sakura! I am so sorry about that. Just ignore Vegeta, he's just a jerk any ways. How are you feeling now?"
Sakura just stared at Bulma and blinked a few times. She just couldn't keep up with all that was going on. First Chi Chi and Gohan, then Bulma and baby Trunks. Now this angry guy named Vegeta. He was kind of scary, but seemed a familiar. Sakura's mind swam as she tried to comprehend everything that had gone on. Coming back to herself she realized that she owed Bulma an answer. She blinked again and began to speak. "Uh, yeah. I feel a lot better now. But I am still pretty tired." Just then a glass of water appeared before her, she turned to see Trunks holding it out to her.
"Here ya go! Ice cold water. Sorry you had to witness the Battle of the Planets just to get it." He laughed as she took the glass from his hand.
"That's ok." She said as she took a drink from her glass. "I'm sorry I caused so much trouble."
"You didn't cause any trouble at all." Bulma replied. "Vegeta is a jerk and looks for any excuse to get mad about something. He won't even spend time with his own son because he thinks he is a nuisance."
"So, is he the father of you son?" Sakura asked shyly.
"Yeah, that would be him." Bulma made an exasperated face. "Oh! I almost forgot. I better go tend to Trunks, he was crying when Vegeta was making all that noise. Make sure to let me know if you need anything, good night." Bulma's voice trailed off as she left the kitchen.
"There is plenty of food, so help yourself if you are hungry." Trunks spoke to Sakura as she continued to drink her water.
"I'm fine. I think I am ready to go back to sleep now." Sakura stated as she finished off her glass.
Trunks took the glass from her hand and refilled it for her. "You should keep this with you in case you get thirsty during the night. You are more than welcome to come help yourself. But I figured I would save you the trouble." Trunks smiled at her as he spoke.
"Ok, thanks." Sakura returned the smile. With that they walked back to the bedroom hall. Trunks opened Sakura's bedroom door and ushered her in. He followed her and stopped by the door to pick up his sword.
"I guess this is good night then." Trunks said in a small voice. "I hope you have pleasant dreams this time. If you need me you know where I am. Good night" And with that he turned to leave the room.
"Good night Trunks. And thanks again, for everything." Sakura said as she sat down on the bed. Trunks looked to Sakura and gave her a sincere smile. He then softly closed the door behind him. Sakura let out a sigh as she sat watching the just closed door. "What a day." She breathed out. She then stood and placed the glass on the table beside her bed.
She proceeded to pull a lavender nightgown out of her bag. She was all too eager to get back into bed. "Oh no, I forgot to give Trunks back his jacket." She remarked out loud to herself when she noticed it sitting on the bed. "I guess it will have to wait until the morning. Changing into her nightgown she turned out the lights and snuggled into the sheets. "I guess it is going to be another long day." Sakura continued to talk to herself out loud. ~I wonder what Trunks' relationship is to all the people in this household. If baby Trunks is the child of Bulma and that angry guy Vegeta, how does Trunks fit into all this? I guess Bulma could be his sister. Or maybe that Vegeta guy is his brother. I'm so confused..I.just...~ And as sleep took over her tired body Sakura drifted off in mid thought. Thoughts about Trunks and his relationship to all the members of the Capsule Corp household swam about. As she slipped into dreamland she could see the image of a purple haired angel. He came to her and told her she would be all right. All she needed to do was take his hand and trust him. So she did, and the rest of her sleep was a peaceful one.
Disclaimer: Like all the other fanfic writers, I only wish I owned DBZ. If I did I would be animating this story instead of posting it as a text file.
Chapter 6: Who's That Angry Man?
The scream echoed in Trunks' mind as he made his way to the bedroom next door. Tearing his sword from it's sheath as he ran. As he made it to her door he dropped the sheath and flung it open. "Sakura!!" Trunks yelled as he barged in, afraid of what he would see as he turned on the light.
With a flick of the switch the lights snapped on. He saw Sakura was sitting upright in bed, she was leaning forward clutching the blanket to her chest. Struggling to breathe deeply, she looked towards Trunks as he charged into the room. Her look of terror replaced by surprise.
"Are you alright Sakura! What happened?" Trunks asked in a most concerned tone.
"I'm ok." Sakura replied in a shaken state. "It was just a nightmare. The monster, he was coming after me. I couldn't get away, he was going to kill me. Then I woke up."
Sakura blushed when she noticed what Trunks was wearing. He continued to be ever attractive to her. Wearing only his boxers and an unbuttoned flannel shirt, he was showing her more than she needed to see. She quickly looked back down at the bed, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Remembering what attire he had on, Trunks himself became a little embarrassed as well. He rubbed the back of his head and smiled at her and began to speak. "Sorry to barge in on you like this, I thought something was wrong."
"It's ok, I don't mind. I am sorry that I disturbed you, I didn't mean to make you worry." Sakura looked back at Trunks and noticed his rather pink cheeks. "How did I get in this bed any ways? I don't remember anything after we came into the house."
"You passed out when I was introducing you to Bulma. I brought you up here to your room after that. Excuse me just a moment." Trunks said as he walked out the door. Seconds later he came back in, putting his sword in it's sheath as he did so. "I dropped the sheath outside in the hall, I figured I better pick it up." He then placed the sheathed sword against the wall.
Sakura sat fidgeting with her blanket, trying to avoid looking at Trunks. ~I have to stop thinking of him. I can't let myself have feelings for him.~ Sakura's mind raced with these thoughts.
Trunks spoke up, breaking the short and awkward silence. "Bulma wanted you to let her know if you needed anything. Her room is across the hall, and mine is the one next to yours. I guess you better get back to sleep, you need your rest. Is there anything I can get you?"
~Well, now I AM confused! Why would they have separate bedrooms? I guess some couples are like that though.~ Sakura couldn't help but think things were just getting stranger by the minute. "Well there is one thing." Sakura finally found the voice to speak up.
"Ok, what can I get you." Trunks replied.
"I am kind of thirsty, I could use a glass of water." Sakura stated.
"I will go get you one." Trunks said as he turned to leave the room.
"Wait!" Sakura sounded a little alarmed as she shouted. "May I go with you? I wouldn't mind knowing where things are."
"That is a good idea. Come on, follow me." Trunks smiled at her and motioned toward the door.
Sakura crawled out of the soft bed to follow Trunks down to the kitchen. As she did so she noticed that she was still wearing her torn up clothes as well as Trunks' jacket. "Um, Trunks? Can you wait just a minute? I would like to change into something a little more comfortable." Sakura asked as she looked herself up and down.
"Sure, I will be right outside the door waiting for you." And with that Trunks exited the room and shut the door behind him.
Sakura picked up her bag on the floor and dumped in onto the bed. She grabbed a pair of soft cotton shorts that she usually wore around the house. She then found a short sleeved shirt with a button up front. She quickly changed leaving her tattered clothes from the day's events along with Trunks' jacket on the bed. She then opened the door to find Trunks leaning against the wall. "Ok, that's better." She stated with a smile.
"Follow me, the kitchen is this way." Trunks said as he walked ahead of her. She noticed that he had buttoned up his shirt. It was a good thing too. He was too well built for her to control the drool factor much longer.
They made their way down the stairs and to the kitchen. Upon entering, they found someone else in the house was still up. An angry looking man with black spiky hair sat at the kitchen table with a menacing stare. His muscular physic was enhanced by the fact that he wore no shirt. He was devouring an entire plate of cookies that were laid out before him. Trunks chose to ignore him and proceeded to the cupboard to get a glass for Sakura. Sakura on the other hand couldn't help but wonder who this angry looking man was. She wasn't trying to stare at him, but she was trying to take in his looks. Something about him seemed very familiar, but she just couldn't understand why. He sure looked mean, but he was well built and almost, attractive.
"What are you staring at woman!" His gruff voice struck Sakura like a bag of bricks.
Sakura winced at his admonishment towards her and she quickly averted her gaze to the nicely polished kitchen floor. "I'm sorry." She stammered in a low voice.
"Well you should be, it isn't polite to stare at people. Who the hell are you, any ways?" The man replied in a demanding tone.
"Oh, lay off. Will ya Vegeta!" Trunks broke into the conversation as he approached the kitchen table. "Sakura, this is Vegeta. He is also a resident of this house. His bark is worse than his bite, and you won't see too much of him. He spends most of his time training outside of the house. So don't let him bother you."
"Me, bother her! What the hell is that all about?" Vegeta shouted in his normal pissed off tone of voice. "She is the one who is bothering me! Coming in here while I am trying to enjoy my snack. Why is she here? I demand to know!"
Just then the kitchen door flew open and yet another resident of the house was indeed awake. "GET OVER YOURSELF!" Bulma's voice shrieked at Vegeta. "Haven't you ever heard of such a thing as a houseguest?!"
"Who the hell asked you to butt in, woman! Go tend to your brat, I can hear him crying all the way in here." Vegeta snapped back at Bulma.
"He's probably crying because his father is such a jerk!" Bulma retorted. "Is that any way to speak about your own son?! He isn't a brat! Why don't you try spending some time with him instead of spending all your time in that damned gravity chamber!"
"I can't even have a quiet snack around this place!" Vegeta yelled back as he stood from the table and turned to leave. "At least in the gravity chamber I don't have listen to this noise!" And with that Vegeta stormed out of the kitchen.
"How dare he walk away like that! Ohhh, I could just." Bulma was spouting off and then she stopped. "Oh, Sakura! I am so sorry about that. Just ignore Vegeta, he's just a jerk any ways. How are you feeling now?"
Sakura just stared at Bulma and blinked a few times. She just couldn't keep up with all that was going on. First Chi Chi and Gohan, then Bulma and baby Trunks. Now this angry guy named Vegeta. He was kind of scary, but seemed a familiar. Sakura's mind swam as she tried to comprehend everything that had gone on. Coming back to herself she realized that she owed Bulma an answer. She blinked again and began to speak. "Uh, yeah. I feel a lot better now. But I am still pretty tired." Just then a glass of water appeared before her, she turned to see Trunks holding it out to her.
"Here ya go! Ice cold water. Sorry you had to witness the Battle of the Planets just to get it." He laughed as she took the glass from his hand.
"That's ok." She said as she took a drink from her glass. "I'm sorry I caused so much trouble."
"You didn't cause any trouble at all." Bulma replied. "Vegeta is a jerk and looks for any excuse to get mad about something. He won't even spend time with his own son because he thinks he is a nuisance."
"So, is he the father of you son?" Sakura asked shyly.
"Yeah, that would be him." Bulma made an exasperated face. "Oh! I almost forgot. I better go tend to Trunks, he was crying when Vegeta was making all that noise. Make sure to let me know if you need anything, good night." Bulma's voice trailed off as she left the kitchen.
"There is plenty of food, so help yourself if you are hungry." Trunks spoke to Sakura as she continued to drink her water.
"I'm fine. I think I am ready to go back to sleep now." Sakura stated as she finished off her glass.
Trunks took the glass from her hand and refilled it for her. "You should keep this with you in case you get thirsty during the night. You are more than welcome to come help yourself. But I figured I would save you the trouble." Trunks smiled at her as he spoke.
"Ok, thanks." Sakura returned the smile. With that they walked back to the bedroom hall. Trunks opened Sakura's bedroom door and ushered her in. He followed her and stopped by the door to pick up his sword.
"I guess this is good night then." Trunks said in a small voice. "I hope you have pleasant dreams this time. If you need me you know where I am. Good night" And with that he turned to leave the room.
"Good night Trunks. And thanks again, for everything." Sakura said as she sat down on the bed. Trunks looked to Sakura and gave her a sincere smile. He then softly closed the door behind him. Sakura let out a sigh as she sat watching the just closed door. "What a day." She breathed out. She then stood and placed the glass on the table beside her bed.
She proceeded to pull a lavender nightgown out of her bag. She was all too eager to get back into bed. "Oh no, I forgot to give Trunks back his jacket." She remarked out loud to herself when she noticed it sitting on the bed. "I guess it will have to wait until the morning. Changing into her nightgown she turned out the lights and snuggled into the sheets. "I guess it is going to be another long day." Sakura continued to talk to herself out loud. ~I wonder what Trunks' relationship is to all the people in this household. If baby Trunks is the child of Bulma and that angry guy Vegeta, how does Trunks fit into all this? I guess Bulma could be his sister. Or maybe that Vegeta guy is his brother. I'm so confused..I.just...~ And as sleep took over her tired body Sakura drifted off in mid thought. Thoughts about Trunks and his relationship to all the members of the Capsule Corp household swam about. As she slipped into dreamland she could see the image of a purple haired angel. He came to her and told her she would be all right. All she needed to do was take his hand and trust him. So she did, and the rest of her sleep was a peaceful one.
