Chapter 2: What the Hell?
"Trunks…?" asked a small voice. It was a childish voice, which sounded so cute that it could only be one person. Son Goten.
"What is it Goten?" Trunks asked, not looking up from where he was staring at the Dragon with wonder. He had never been this close to the Dragon before. His parents didn't let him, thinking that he might accidentally say a wish that Shenron would grant.
"I…uhh…" The eight year old, scuffled his feet against the lush green grass, trying to look sweet.
"What is it Goten?! Spit it out!" He answered impatiently. The small prince turned to face his best friend. He thought he looked pathetic the way that he was trying to look adorable. He stood straight up, and performed the famous stance. You know…the one where he crosses his arms and scowls? Yea, that one. Take away the startling blue eyes and lavender hair, and replace it with obsidian eyes and jet black flaming hair, he would look like a Chibi Vegeta.
"I…I…uhh…what are we wishing for again? I forgot." He said shyly.
Trunks sweat dropped. 'Goten is so dense,' he thought. He remembered the time when they were playing video games, and he left to go to the bathroom. When he came back in, admitted that he had forgotten how to play the game they were JUST playing. Trunks had just smacked him over the head and went about explaining how to play it again. "Jeeze, Goten. Forget it. You'll see when I make the wish." He turned back to Shenron, ready to make his wish. He had to make it quick before his parents caught them, or he would be toast.
Goten pouted, but nodded and turned to face Shenron. This was also his first time seeing the Dragon up close and was amazed at the sheer size of the huge lizard. Sure he had seen the Dragon before, but now…he seemed almost…frightening. Goten shuddered, hoping that the big scary monster wouldn't eat him up.
"Shenron! I have called you forth! Now, grant my wishes that I have!!!" Trunks yelled up to the towering beast, which looked upon then with large blood red eyes.
"State your three wishes now; I do not have all day. You have awoken me from my slumber, and I would appreciate it if you would let me get back to it," said the Dragon in a low but booming voice that shook the boys to the bone.
'Damn, his HE scary,' thought Trunks. 'Ok, here we go.'
"Shenron! My first wish is that I wish for the P—"
He was cut off as two large muscular hands came and wrapped themselves around his mouth, silencing his wish…
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"Shenron! You can go back to the Dragon Balls! We do not need your services right now!" yelled Vegeta, who was struggling to hold his son against his chest, covering his mouth with both hands. He looked over to Kakkarot. He was trying to do the same. Goten; however was not fighting him, and just stood there, looking surprised, that they had been interrupted so soon.
He looked down at his son, and then back to the Dragon. "I said go! Don't make me put you back in the damn balls my self!"
"Vegeta! Be nice!" said Goku. He turned and looked at Shenron, "Shenron, would you please leave? We are deeply sorry that we had to disturb you. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again unless we truly need you."
The Dragon glared, but the made a noise that sounded very close to a long deep sigh of exasperation. He continued to glower at them, until he had disappeared into the seven Dragon balls in a blinding flash of light.
Vegeta waited until the Dragon was truly gone, before glaring down at his troublesome son. Without releasing his mouth he asked, "What the hell was that brat?"
Trunks struggled, but Vegeta was not going to let go any time soon.
"Well, I guess that's that, right Vegeta?" asked Goku, who was loosening his grip on his own son. "I'll see you later after lunch for a spar. See you soon!"
Goku turned and faced his home, and blasted off, waving with his free hand to Vegeta. Vegeta grunted, secretly looking forward to the spar later on in the day.
Vegeta turned also and shot off toward Capsule Corps.
"So, what the hell was that really brat? Who said that you could summon the fucking Dragon?" he asked again, but this time he let go of Trunks.
Trunks pulled away from his Father's grip, breathing heavily. Vegeta stopped and glared at Trunks. Trunks glared right back at him, staring him directly in the eyes.
'Well?" he said again irritated. All he wanted to do was go back to sleep, but now that seemed out of question. "Trunks! Answer me! What the hell were going to wish for?!"
"We were trying to wish for something that would make you happy, but now we can't!!!" Trunks screamed back.
Vegeta had a look of surprise on his face, but it was swept away in an instant. "What? What the hell? Why would you wish for something like that?"
Trunks could see that his Father was thoroughly confused, though trying not to show it. He decided to enlighten his 'Dear Dad'. "Since you're always grumpy and angry all the time, Goten and I thought of something that would maybe make you less…uhh...grumpy and angry." Trunks mentally slapped himself. 'Nice words there Trunks. And you're supposed to be the smartest kid in the whole world.'
Vegeta eyed his son warily. 'What the fuck is going on? What the hell would they wish for to make me 'happy'? I don't need anything.' "What was the wish boy? That was all I wanted to now in the first place."
Vegeta scowled and crossed his arms. Trunks imitated him perfectly. Vegeta sweat dropped. 'How the hell does he do that?'
"Our wish was to wish back Planet Vegeta-sei, and everyone that was killed on it." He stated looking smug.
Vegeta was stunned. Trunks, of course had more to say.
"But, noooo….you and Goku had to stop us, so now we can't make it a surprise anymore, since I JUST TOLD YOU!!!!" Trunks huffed and puffed, trying to calm down.
Vegeta wasn't breathing. He was hovering in mid air staring at Trunks. Trunks started to grow uncomfortable, under the gaze of his Father. "Hey…uhh…Dad? Are you okay? You aren't breathing."
Before he cold say anything else, he was pulled back into the arms of Vegeta and found himself being hauled through the air, back to the direction they had just come from.
"KAKKAROT!!! GET YOUR DAMN ASS BACK HERE!!!"
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A few miles away Goku heard Vegeta. He turned back, Goten still hanging helplessly in his arms. He had given up trying to get free awhile ago.
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Vegeta, waited impatiently for his Saiyan-jin friend, tapping his foot on the ground. Trunks was still dangling in his grip, winded from the ride. Vegeta looked off into the distant and saw Goku coming back. He waited until he landed.
"Hey Vegeta! What's up? Why did you call me back here? Do you want to spar now or la---"
Vegeta shoved Trunks in his face, "Tell him the wish brat."
Trunks sighed. "Goku, can you let go off Goten first? He can't breathe," He said, motioning to Goten who was turning blue.
"Woops!" He let him go. "Sorry Goten, I forgot I had you with me." He laughed, and everyone stared at him.
Trunks shook his head, and continued. "Anyway, we were going to wish for Planet Vegeta-sei to be brought back, along with everyone that Frieza killed on it."
Goku stopped laughing. He looked Trunks in the eye, not believing what he just heard. He then looked up at Vegeta, who still looked like he was in shock.
"Can…Can we actually do…do that?" he stuttered.
Vegeta was having just as much trouble speaking as Goku was. "I-I think so. I mean…haven't we wished back the Earth before? And, Planet Namek?! Dammit! Why have we never thought of this before! It's so simple!" Vegeta roared, quickly becoming excited. "Trunks! Summon the Dragon again!"
"We can't Poppa! The Dragon Balls went their separate ways after we told Shenron that we didn't need him!" Trunks whined.
"Damn…"
"Well, I guess we should go find them again. They are still active, we just have to find them," stated Goku, tapping his chin with his finger.
"No shit Kakkarot!" Vegeta growled out, then turned to his son and said, "Now, who wants to go and find them…again?"
Trunks caught the gleam in his eye the second that he turned to him. "Not me!"
"Me!"
Trunks jabbed his elbow into Goten's stomach. "No, we DON'T," he hissed.
"Why not?" he asked curiously.
"Because we just spent all night looking for them already!" he yelled, frustrated.
"Oh," was all Goten said, still not getting it. But he had learned from many past experiences, to just go along with what Trunks said.
Vegeta smirked. Trunks groaned. "To damn bad brat. This is your punishment for leaving the house, stealing your Mother's Dragon Radar, finding the Dragon balls, and summoning Shenron."
"But---," he tried to argue, but it was not meant to be.
"No buts Trunks! I'm your Father and I'm telling you what to do! So you listen to me! Now go!" he snarled, trying to look intimidating…it worked…as usual.
"But Dad! It was for a good ca---."
Vegeta glared at him. That shut him up. Trunks sighed, knowing better than to argue with his Father when he was in this type of mood. The only person who could persuade him to do anything was his Mother. But she usually had to promise him something a little extra at night. Trunks stopped thinking. He didn't want to think, or see any images of his parents. He knew quite well what those noises were at night, and he didn't need anymore visuals than he had already seen. He had walked in on them TOO many times. Whether it be in the kitchen, the living room, the gravity room, his Mother's lab….it was almost every place you could imagine, except the bedroom! Trunks didn't get it. Wasn't that the purpose of having a bed?! He shook himself, ridding his mind of the thoughts. He was far too young to be thinking these types of things. Hey, he WAS only ten years old. Damn his Father for implanting these things in his head when he was younger. Just like he did with his foul words every two seconds. You couldn't talk to Vegeta without him cursing you out.
Vegeta couldn't tell what his son was thinking, but he knew that look. When he was disgusted of something. Ignoring it he asked, "Do you still have the radar that you stole? You better have or your Mother will have both our heads!"
Trunks looked perplexed, completely forgetting his previous thoughts. "Why would Mom have your head also?"
Vegeta snorted. "She always wants my head, whether or not I actually do anything."
Trunks burst out laughing, knowing that it was true. He usually blamed his Father on anything he did. He remembered this time when he really got in trouble but blamed it on his Dad…
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Vegeta and Trunks were in the gravity chamber. Doing what you ask? Training of course. What else could they do? Well, according to Vegeta, training was all there was. Now, don't get me wrong, Vegeta loves his son, but that doesn't mean he goes easy on him during training. When Vegeta says to do 2,000 pushups in 5 minutes, he means it. It didn't take long before Trunks had learned this. It has been 5 years since Vegeta started training Trunks. Trunks was now nine. You do the math…
"Dammit Trunks! Move faster! You are never going to hit me with the way you're moving!" Vegeta barked at his son. He had found out that the only way to get Trunks moving faster was to insult his son on his speed. Never insult a Saiyan-jin when it comes to fighting. Demi-Saiyan-jin or not. And believe me…Trunks sure has a temper. One just like his Father's.
"Shut up! I'm not moving slow! You're moving too fast! You know I can't move that fast Toussan! Go slower! I can barely see you!" Trunks had stopped and was glaring at Vegeta, breathing heavily, although trying to hide it.
Vegeta grunted and stopped his movements. He and the young Prince stood five feet apart, staring each other down. Trunks was on the move before Vegeta could blink, and got a nice blow on the cheek for his lack of attention. Reacting as any Saiyan-jin would when getting hit, he retaliated. He jabbed his foot out into Trunks stomach, throwing him to the other side of the room, where he landed with a thud.
Trunks moaned. 'Damn that fucking hurt!' he screamed mentally. 'And I just ate breakfast Dammit!'
Vegeta stood there, waiting for him to get back up and join the fight again. But to his surprise, he just flopped back on the ground and started moaning in pain.
'I'm gonna get you into so much trouble Dad.' Trunks thought, trying to not giggle. He grabbed his right arm and started to moan even louder then he had just been. He watched through a semi closed eye, his Father eyeing him suspiciously. 'Come on Toussan!' he said to himself, waiting for his Father to walk over, to see if he was okay. 'Fine I guess I have to take a different approach to this.'
"Dad…I-I think you broke my arm. It hurts a lot, and I can't move it."
Vegeta sighed, and walked over to him, grabbing his arm to inspect it, but it was torn away by Trunks, who screamed.
"No! Don't touch! It hurts!" he whined.
Vegeta growled and stood up from his crouching position, and stood above Trunks. "Stop being a baby, and let me see it!"
"No! Can't you get a sensu bean?" he asked innocently, knowing full well that they had no more since last week when Vegeta broke three of his ribs…by accident of course.
"Is it that serious that we have to waste a sensu bean on it? Just let me fix it!" he moaned, growing tired of this. He had to fix it quick before the woman found out, or he would be sleeping on the couch tonight. And she promised him something good tonight too! 'Damn, must fix his fucking arm! I will NOT sleep on the couch tonight!' Vegeta, tried not to remember what his blue haired minx had whispered into his ear after breakfast. He growled, wanting to get this day over with already!
"Dad! Do you remember LAST time when you fixed it? Haha. No. You are not touching my precious arm. It's the arm of a Prince and it cannot be in THAT much pain."
Vegeta sweat dropped, remembering how his son had screamed like bloody Hell when he had pulled is arm back into its proper place after a sparring match with Goten that had gone pretty bad for Trunks.
Vegeta sighed. He had a suspicion that Trunks was scheming something but he wasn't going to take any chances. He bent down and scooped his son up, cradling him to his chest. He looked down at Trunk's arm, which he was grabbing and he was moaning in pain. He snorted.
Together they walked out of the Gravity room, Trunks in his Father's arms, still pretending that he was hurt. 'Hehe! I am SO good at this! You're such a sucker Dad!'
Vegeta walked into the house, and was not prepared to see his mate sitting at the kitchen table. 'Shit! I should have checked where she was first! I am so dead!'
Bulma looked up when she sensed someone in the kitchen. She saw Vegeta trying to tip-e-toe around the corner. He was holding a big lump which had purple hair. Her eyes narrowed when she heard a moan.
"Shut up brat!" Vegeta whispered to his son, but Trunks just smirked evilly, and moaned even louder.
"Vegeta! What are you doing?! And what have you done to our son?!" Bulma screamed, and stood up, striding over to the men in her lives. She put her hands on her hips, and waited for an explanation. Vegeta cringed, waiting for a lashing from his fiery mate.
"Dad….Dad…broke…my arm," whispered Trunks while faking a sickly cough and yet another moan of agony.
"Vegeta! What have I told you about not hurting him?!" she screamed in her mate's ear.
"But I didn't mean to! It was an accident! I swear!" Vegeta whimpered. Vegeta was very afraid of his mate. She was sometimes scarier than him. And that's saying a lot.
Bulma stomped her foot on the floor, and took their son from Vegeta's arms, careful not to touch his 'broken' arm. Trunks whimpered, but inside he was laughing with glee. 'This is perfect!'
Still scowling at her husband, Bulma walked off with her son to her lab. Vegeta followed like a lost little puppy dog, his head down. He knew that he wasn't getting anything tonight. He sighed. Life was so unfair for the Saiyan-jin no Ouji.
Bulma put Trunks on the couch in her lab, and then started to scream at her husband. Trunks thought that it was time for some fun. He stood up and stretched his arms, and made a face at Vegeta. Vegeta looked over Bulma's shoulder to see their son stretching and making a face at him. His mouth opened wide. He had been tricked! The Saiyan-jin prince had been tricked by nine year old! He growled, and stopped the woman in mid scream, and pointed behind her. Trunks fell back down and started to moan in pain again. Bulma saw this and turned back around to make Vegeta's sensitive ears bleed.
"B-But! Woman! He's fine! He's faking it!" Vegeta roared. He did not like to be fooled by anyone, not even his own son.
"Vegeta! Stop trying to get yourself out of this! You are in so much trouble buster!"
"But I didn't do anything!" he whined. He looked over at Trunks who was making faces at him. He snarled, but didn't have a chance to say anything else, because Bulma dragged him out of the room, Trunks still making faces at him. He mouthed out words to his son, saying that he better run for his fucking life or he will be so dead.
Trunks waited until his parents were gone, and then searched the lab for his mother's secret stash of sensu beans that she kept hidden in the room for emergencies. "Ah ha! I found it!" he grabbed it, and went back on the couch to wait for his mother. He listened to the argument outside.
"Bulma! I didn't do anything! Come on!"
"Nope! You're sleeping on the couch you big royal pain in the ass!"
"Come on! Don't be a bitch!"
'Did you just call me a bitch?!"
'Yes!"
"You're such an asshole Vegeta!"
"You're a fucking whore!!"
"What!!!! I am no fucking whore Vegeta and you know it! You're an arrogant, jackass, who has no feelings for anyone but yourself!"
"Shut up! I didn't do anything! We were just training! It's not my fault that he broke his arm!"
"Oh! So you DID break his arm!"
"No! I did no such thing! He is probably laughing his fucking ass off right now because he is listening to me getting in trouble for no fucking reason!"
Trunks actually was laughing. Like Hell. He had tears running down his face, but he kept silent, not wanting to ruin this.
'Vegeta! Stop being a stupid fucker! Do not accuse our son of lying!"
"Oh! If I'm a fucker then what are you?! Fucked!?"
"Argh! You are such an impossible man! Wait no, I take that back! You're an impossible fucking monkey!"
'What did you just call me woman?! How many times have I said not to refer to be like that?!"
The argument went on and on, and Trunks just kept laughing and laughing. He knew that it was going to end up with them in bed. It always does. He can't remember a time when his Father didn't turn the tables and suddenly become sweet and innocent and then practically seduced his mother. Not that his mother minded of course. Trunks was getting tired of just sitting there so he popped the bean in his mouth, even if he did not need it. But he felt rejuvenated and stronger. It suddenly became silent outside; so he walked out the door. He wished he had not. His parents were making out in the hall! I mean, come on! He did not want to see this! He sighed and stepped over them quickly, and ran like fucking hell out the door…
The next day he got one of the hardest training days he ever had from his Father who was in a very bad mood, because he had still been forced to sleep on the couch. He told his mother that he found a sensu bean and ate it, and of course she believed him. He was so good! And he managed to still get his Father in trouble.
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Trunks stifled back his laugh at the memory. Damn, he was never going to forget THAT one. Oh! And let's not forget the one where he and Goten dyed Vegeta's hair bright neon pink. Hehe…little did his Father know that they had a whole roll of film from that little escapade. I mean, if you disregard the fact that Trunks and Goten had to camp out in the woods for a whole month before they could come back, because they weren't sure if Vegeta had cooled down yet, it was pretty hilarious.
"Come on Goten; let's get this over with already."
Vegeta smirked. "Hurry up," he said simply.
Trunks glared, but said nothing else, before blasting off, Goten following closely.
Vegeta didn't even wait to say good-bye to poor Son Goku, before blasting off toward Capsule Corps, leaving Goku scratching his head in bewilderment…as usual.
