Being Vegito
By Lady AngelFiren
Part Eight: Independence
Trunks found himself tucked into bed with a warm, slightly sweaty figure bundled in the blankets beside him early the next morning. Before he even opened his eyes his other senses told him that it was Goten. He could detect Goten's beating heart, and he unconsciously made sure that everything was alright with his friend as he picked up the slow and calming sound. His nose picked up an array of things that before three months ago he had not so much as thought about whenever he sniffed something. He smelled Goten's own personal scent, as well as perspiration, various foods on his breath even though he had brushed his teeth the night before, the scent of Goten's shampoo. the list went on. He could smell all sorts of interesting little things which suddenly seemed to be integral parts of his surroundings because he was aware of them now. Before, the material that the sheets had been made of smelled the same to him as any other material might. Same with the curtains, carpeting, the paint on the walls even had its own distinct scent.
Trunks was caught so fully up in his musing over what he could detect with his nose, that he stayed there in bed sniffing for a good five minutes before it even occurred to him to open his eyes. When he finally did he was met with black spikes of Goten's hair. The younger boy tended to curl against trunks if they shared a bed. He would get himself wrapped up in the bed sheets and then snuggled as close to Trunks as he could get without laying right on top of him. It made Trunks think of cute little baby animals, until his manlier side realized that a young prince such as himself shouldn't think baby animals were cute. He did anyway, he was just secretive about it. That, of course, applied to many aspects of the lavender-haired demi-saiyajin's life. He hid much from those around him in effort to keep up appearances as a tough guy. Of course the things happening to him now made that only more difficult to do. All in all, however, Trunks was finding it less and less of a task to lie about why he was wearing sweats and long sleeves all the time. Now that Goten knew his secret, it was painfully simple to be confident regarding himself. As long as Goten was on his side, Trunks knew he could do anything at all. He felt deep reverence and surging protectiveness towards his best friend. He loved Goten in the friends sense, and if anything were to happen to him Trunks would be the first to destroy whoever had the audacity to do anything to Goten under his watchful eyes. He crushed his friend tighter to his chest, hearing Goten's methodical snoring become interrupted as his face was pushed into the warmth before it.
"Nnnn." Goten mumbled, turning his head so he could still breathe. Trunks watched his best friend's sleeping face seriously. Finally he let Goten go and crawled from the bed, hopping to the floor and landing easily on his feet. He stretched and started to tug his clothes off, though he had stopped expecting for there to be any new developments on how furry he was about two weeks ago. As he expected, his body was covered in lavender fur, which was a darker purple where it was longer, like the back of his arms or the tops of his legs. It paled to something of a silver hue where it thinned. The light hairs were softer in places like his chest and stomach. He was glad his face wasn't furry, that would have been impossible to hide.
This morning however, Trunks was greeted with some surprises. His toes sported small claws, and so did his fingers. They looked to be somehow immature, like they weren't done growing yet. He suppose that it might take a few days, just as everything else happening to him did. They weren't very long or sharp, but his nails all curved into hooked claws now. He frowned, hoping his shoes would still fit him. This wasn't fair. it was getting so hard to hide what was happening to him, and he didn't even know how he was going to end up. Trunks pulled a fresh pair of long pants on. He put white socks over his feet, relieved when they were not immediately destroyed by the curved toenails. Trunks slipped into a long-sleeved turtleneck and felt his stomach growling. He left Goten to sleep and headed downstairs to retrieve himself a morning meal.
When he arrived in the kitchen Trunks was greeted with the pleasant sight of nobody in the room but himself. A Vegita-like smirk came over his features as his tongue flicked out to lick his lips. He opened the fridge and let his eyes scan over all the food. He selected for himself things with much protein, figuring that the least he could do if he was morphing into some freak creature was feed himself lots of meat to keep his muscles strong while it happened. Besides, fur or no fur, a good steak made his mouth water just the same.
Trunks was seated at the table about twenty minutes later with a massive platter of assorted meats before him, most of them cooked rare. He was glad things came with instructions, though his cooking abilities were pretty horrible. He had a bit of red dripping down his chin as he happily shoved chunk after chunk into his face with reckless abandon.
"Good Morning sweetie," Bulma's voice came into the kitchen. Trunks froze like a deer in headlights, a piece of meat nearly falling out of his mouth at the feeling of somehow being 'caught' though he was not doing anything wrong. He noted that his mother was wearing a robe and holding a steaming cup of coffee.
"Hi mom." Trunks mumbled, going back to stuffing his face. He listened to Bulma move around as he focused his eyes on his meal. He could hear her insides, and smell her scent easily. His ears twitched under his hair as he forcibly ignored her. Unfortunately, its pretty impossible to ignore someone who sits right across from you. Trunks peeked up around the pile of meat to see his mother sitting at the table, contemplating him with a strange look on her face.
"Trunks, honey, has anything strange been going on lately?"
Trunks tried not to look guilty. He stared at Bulma, making sure to meet her eyes because in a book he'd read it said that honesty was often determined by body language, including eye contact.
"Uhm. no. I don't think so." he ventured nervously, flickering his focus back to the food. There wasn't much left to focus on, so he helped himself to a second heaping plate from the platter that he'd taken to the table.
"Are you sure Trunks? I'm only asking because you seem to be acting a little funny. why are you dressed like that?"
"Mom, nothing's wrong! I just feel like dressing this way!" Trunks glared at Bulma, wanting to smash his head on the table for talking back, but he couldn't help the sudden anger that flared up inside him when his mother continued to poke at his uncertainties. It was easy to ignore the changes if he didn't have to think about them, but suddenly fear crawled uncomfortably through him.
"Wh-why mom.. What'd I do that's weird.?"
"Oh I was just wondering, sometimes at your age your body starts changing. if you're not sure about something you know you can talk to me about it, right?"
Trunks stared at Bulma like she was asking him if he waned to talk about sex with her or something. Well, he thought that she was. He snorted at her. "Mom, I already know about puberty. I'm eight, I don't think I have to worry about that yet. uhm. can you stop staring at me? I'm fine, everything is fine, I swear."
Bulma chewed her lip, looking like she didn't believe Trunks. She had good reason not to, but she sighed anyway and nodded. "Alright I'll leave you alone about it. I'm going to head to my lab to work on the serum for Vegito, would you like to come help me? You and Goten can't spend every waking minute together you know."
"Yes we can, watch us. We've got big plans today mom, I don't; think I can help. besides, why would I wanna work on something for that loser Vegito? Hmph, he's stupid and I don't wanna have anything to do with him."
"Pretty big talk for an eight-year old Trunks, you give him some respect! He saved the world, including you and Goten, and this is how you repay him!?"
"Mom that isn't fair, he's not my papa, I have no reason to like him and you can't make me either!"
Bulma opened her mouth to speak but she closed it again, glaring at Trunks like he had said something to hurt her personally. Her eyes flashed with anger and she pushed her chair back, standing and taking her coffee with her. "young man, you and Vegito are going to spend some time together whether you like it or not. He is here in place of Vegita now and-"
"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! NOBODY can replace Papa! He's the prince of all saiyajins and no stupid fusion with Goku is going to replace him! You're stupid! How can you even think something like that! Leave me alone! Grrrr.. I hate it here!" Trunks stood up too, knocking his chair over and forgetting the rest of his meal. His face was scrunched with anger and threatened by tears. The lump in his throat was persistent, but he was absolutely vehement in keeping it at bay. He balled his fists, his nails cutting into his palms with their fresh sharpness. He turned tail and ran away from Bulma and his remaining meal, slamming the door to the gravity simulator and locking it behind him. He had no idea where Vegito was and he didn't care.
Once he was inside of the device, he went to the controls, panting with his sudden and overwhelming anger. His fingers trembled as he pushed the gravity high, feeling like nothing could flatten him right now. He cranked it up to 700G's and as the huge and insane pressure threatened to crush his body in the very air, Trunks let his power flare up around him. He tore the turtleneck off of himself and bristled angrily, floating into the air and sparring alone with himself to get the anger out. His fur spiked and turned bright gold along with the rest of his hair whenever he made the transformation to super saiyajin.
Trunks' screams echoed off the thick walls of the machinery surrounding him. He turned the gravity up even higher, to 800G's, not even wincing at the sudden increase in his own mass. He knew that whatever was happening to him, it gave him an awesome boost in the power that he could brandish without much effort. Before, whenever he trained with his papa, he always had to leave after 400 or 450 G's, because the pressure was crushing him and keeping him from moving. Now, without so much as training, his ability to withstand the pressure had somehow doubled. Tears of frustrated fear ran over Trunks' pale cheeks and he slammed his iron fists into the floor, making huge craters where he did. His body shuddered with the power flowing through each tendon and caused him to shake all over.
Trunks sniffled and wrapped his arms around his knees, tearing at his hair because he simply had no other way to express his confusion, and it was building inside him so strongly that it HAD to escape. He wished he had Goten here with him to keep him safe, but he knew that Goten would either think all this power was a cool toy, or he would be put off by it and maybe even scared of Trunks. That was the last thing the lavender-haired boy could handle.
He sighed, sharp teeth biting bleeding beads into his lips as he attempted to get his rage out and relax.
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Gohan dragged himself out of be the following morning later than he normally did. Staying up practically the whole night made him tired and caused him to miss breakfast altogether. That was Chichi's first indication that her baby boy wasn't ok. Missing supper the night before had been bad enough, but now breakfast too? Something must be wrong with him. She planned to interrogate him now that he was finally out of bed.
Gohan yawned like a bear and sat at the table, used to his mother placing food in front of him every morning and thinking nothing of his lateness. His mind was crawling with nervous excitement over the big day he had ahead of him. Finding a job. his first job no less. He was already calculating where he would take his résumés and what he would say. He was very glad for Bulma's help the night before. Without her he didn't know what he might have done. He was reminded that he would have stayed at home for the rest of his life probably, when his mother placed a plate of food before him.
Chichi let Gohan eat to take the edge off his hunger, then she pulled out a chair and crossed her arms over her chest, sitting right beside him, but facing him. Gohan gave her a confused look.
"Uhm what's up mom?" He ventured.
"What's UP!? Well Gohan I have to admit I am terribly curious about why you saw fit to sleep in for THREE HOURS this morning!! You missed breakfast! What's wrong with you baby, mommy will make it all better, I promise. You can tell me whatever's wrong ad I'll make you some tea-"
"Mom nothing's wrong, I was just up late last night."
""Why!? You know you're supposed to be in bed by nine. if you don't get enough sleep you'll turn into a punker! Gohan don't worry me like that! I can't take it!" Chichi put a hand to her head like she was going to keel over from the stress of her worries. Gohan found it hard not to tell her what he was really thinking, but he was much better mannered than to speak out his thoughts when they weren't nice thoughts.
"Mom I'm eighteen, we talked about this last night. I want to get a job, so I stayed up working on my résumé last night."
"Gohan! I already told you, you don't need any stupid job! We have plenty of money left over from the tournaments that your father won, I won't have you running off into the city like some disobedient cur. You're going to help me make some cookies today, and then you can help me weed the garden. Feh to you job hunt, you're not going."
Gohan stared at his mother like he was running out of things to say to get around her strange rules, which, in fact, he was. He frowned, trying to keep a reign over his monstrous temper. He was very glad that the monstrous part of it only came out to play when something really serious happened. Otherwise he would end up like Vegita, and he knew his mother hated Vegita.
"Mom. " He started off calmly, forcing himself to think before he spoke. "I'm going to fly to Satan City today and hand my résumé out to a few places. If you don't support me finding a job, then I won't talk to you about it anymore."
Chichi glared at her son and threw her arms up dramatically. "Gohan how dare you threaten me like that!? I love you too much to watch you get involved with those city people."
"Mom what do you want me to do, stay here and let you take care of me for the rest of my life!?"
"Now you're getting it Gohan, that would be wonderful. and your little brother too, we're a family."
"I can't do that mom, I'm not a pet, you can't just keep me here like I'm your prisoner. I want to have a life. I want some friends. Can't I have those things?"
"You already tried making friends when you went to school, before that awful creature Buu, don't you remember? You started bringing girls home! I've had lots of time to think about this. That high school was nothing good for you. Videl was very nice, but you're just too young to start gallivanting around the world after women. I'm sorry Gohan, but I don't want to see you get hurt when she decides that she likes some other boy better than you. I'll have none of that."
"Mom, Videl is my friend, and you know perfectly well that she came here on her own. you're turning schizophrenic mom! I thought you wanted grandchildren?" Gohan didn't even want to be a father, he was just looking for points to support his side of the rapidly escalating argument that he was having with his mother.
"Oh I do, I'll have grandchildren, but I'm not even done raising you and your brother yet, I have plenty of time for grandchildren when you grow up."
"I AM grown up mom!"
"Nonsense Gohan, now finish your breakfast, I want you to help me weed the garden."
"No."
"What do you mean 'no,' finish up and come help me in the garden Gohan."
"Mom, I already told you, I'm going to look for jobs today. I'll have to help you another time."
Chichi whipped around with fury burning in her black eyes. She felt betrayed by her eldest boy and she would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. "Son Gohan don't talk back to me young man! You're old enough to leave here when I say you are, and not a day sooner!"
Gohan's mouth opened in an expression of disgusted anger. He could not help but leave his breakfast. He pushed himself to his feet and shook his head. "I can leave whenever I want and I'll prove it! I'm leaving right now!"
Gohan didn't give chichi and chance to reply. He used his incredible speed to pack some changes of clothes and a few other things with him in capsules. He made sure to bring clothes appropriate for an interview and first presentation. Getting a job would become his top priority now that he had made his decision. He wrung his fists and gave his mother a dark look.
"Mom, I don't know when I'm coming back. I'm old enough to take care of myself, just like Vegito said. When you see me again I'll be making money and living in my own place, and I'm not coming back a minute before that. I'm an adult, and I'll prove it to you."
Chichi, once again, was not given any chance to respond to her son's sudden outburst of independence. She had never figured that Gohan would do something like this, but the squareness in his shoulders as he turned his back on her was unmistakable. There was a sort of confidence there that had not been present for a very long time. Chichi was furious and upset horribly by Gohan's departure, but she did not stop him or follow him, as much as her motherly instincts ranted at her to do so. She hoped, in some slice of her mind, that her boy would succeed and return a man instead of a boy. With thoughts of grandchildren running through her head, (only after marriage of course!) Chichi closed the door after Gohan was gone.
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While Trunks was throwing his tantrum in the gravity room, a silent figure was watching him through the single rounded window in the door. Vegito's feet were slightly off the floor so he could see into the window without standing on his tip toes. He was taller than Vegita, but that wasn't saying very much. There was a predatory grin on his face that was almost a leer. He was very excited to see Trunks exacting such incredible power from his own body. Well, admittedly Vegito knew that he could crush the boy with his baby finger, but that said nothing, considering he could do the same to the planet. Trunks was demonstrating an incredible jump in ability, and it caught Vegito's senses immediately. If he were to fight with the boy, teach him, then surely he could become something of an incredible fighter, maybe even a challenging opponent if given enough practice. And of course, the technique of fusion was possible between Trunks and Goten, so if he also set himself to training Goten into such a level of empowerment, then the fused Gotenks would likely be a workout to battle against. Vegito licked his lips a the thought of the challenge and considered what the best course of action from this point forward would be.
Just as he was placing his hand on the door to force the lock open, he became aware of a fairly significant power level approaching down the hall from his left. He let go of the door and turned to cast his eyes on Goten with a frown.
"What do you want, brat?" He asked with something of a scowl.
Goten didn't seem too deterred by Vegito's unfriendliness. He could easily sense the differences in spread of Vegita's and Goku's personalities. That is, he was able to see how Vegita seemed to be making the decisions that caused Vegito to be rude or unfriendly for no real reason. He could see that Vegito pulsed with a deep, warm energy, one he associated with his father, even though he didn't really know the man. He took a step closer to Vegito and beamed up at him.
"Hi, I'm Goten. I don't wanna make you angry. but we never met before and since you're my daddy now I wanted to see you. Wow, you're super strong, cool! Do you think you can teach me to be that strong? Trunks told me I'm not allowed to like you or talk to you, but I'm gonna do it anyway 'cause Trunks already had a dad but I didn't and I think you're super neat-o."
Vegito stared at the small boy who was looking up at him from about knee- level, or maybe a little higher. His face fell into a frown.
"I'm not a babysitter brat. what possessed you to seek me out?"
"Well, like I said, I never got to have a daddy before. so you can be my daddy!" Goten beamed excitedly, hopping from foot to foot with a hopeful light in his eyes.
Vegito found himself regarding the boy somewhat nervously. Neither of his halves were terribly experienced with managing children, but the softer, more relaxed confidence that was inherent in Goku afforded Vegito the ability to keep himself from getting angry. The innocence in Goten's eyes somehow stopped him from striking the boy away from him.
He bent down and picked Goten up, holding him under the arms at arm's length. He tilted Goten this way and that, studying him for a moment. Goten stayed relatively still, not sure what Vegito was doing.
"Curious boy, Goten. Very well, you are strong enough to become a super saiyajin, perhaps you are worth some of my time. Since Trunks is freaking out in the gravity chamber for the moment, we will go watch TV."
Goten's eyes lit up with pleasure and he jumped forwards, glomping Vegito's leg happily. "Cool! Wow great!"
Vegito walked into the rec room with Goten clinging to his leg. He had something of a pleased smirk on his face, and he found it much easier to relax with this small boy near him, though why this occurred he possessed not the slightest clue. He even allowed Goten to sit right beside him and watch Blue's Clues with him, while Trunks' tantrum continued to shake the entire house and surrounding area.
End Part Eight To Be Continued.
Hey everyone, glad to get another chapter out so soon. Well, at least its soon for me, I normally don't update more than once every week or two. Well, what does everyone think? Writing Trunks' changing temperament is so much fun.ehhehe. And Gohan, of course, is always worth writing, even if evil chichi is in the scene with him. I think I'm starting to get a handle on Vegito, although I'm sure some of you still think that he's all Vegita and no Goku. You just have to understand the perspective I'm presenting him in, and its easier to see Goku's influences. Anyway, I'm looking forward to some feedback, I'm terribly envious of all the other authors who get so much feedback for their stories, I'd like to have something like that too. But to everyone who has replied, thank you so much!
Lady AngelFiren
Trunks found himself tucked into bed with a warm, slightly sweaty figure bundled in the blankets beside him early the next morning. Before he even opened his eyes his other senses told him that it was Goten. He could detect Goten's beating heart, and he unconsciously made sure that everything was alright with his friend as he picked up the slow and calming sound. His nose picked up an array of things that before three months ago he had not so much as thought about whenever he sniffed something. He smelled Goten's own personal scent, as well as perspiration, various foods on his breath even though he had brushed his teeth the night before, the scent of Goten's shampoo. the list went on. He could smell all sorts of interesting little things which suddenly seemed to be integral parts of his surroundings because he was aware of them now. Before, the material that the sheets had been made of smelled the same to him as any other material might. Same with the curtains, carpeting, the paint on the walls even had its own distinct scent.
Trunks was caught so fully up in his musing over what he could detect with his nose, that he stayed there in bed sniffing for a good five minutes before it even occurred to him to open his eyes. When he finally did he was met with black spikes of Goten's hair. The younger boy tended to curl against trunks if they shared a bed. He would get himself wrapped up in the bed sheets and then snuggled as close to Trunks as he could get without laying right on top of him. It made Trunks think of cute little baby animals, until his manlier side realized that a young prince such as himself shouldn't think baby animals were cute. He did anyway, he was just secretive about it. That, of course, applied to many aspects of the lavender-haired demi-saiyajin's life. He hid much from those around him in effort to keep up appearances as a tough guy. Of course the things happening to him now made that only more difficult to do. All in all, however, Trunks was finding it less and less of a task to lie about why he was wearing sweats and long sleeves all the time. Now that Goten knew his secret, it was painfully simple to be confident regarding himself. As long as Goten was on his side, Trunks knew he could do anything at all. He felt deep reverence and surging protectiveness towards his best friend. He loved Goten in the friends sense, and if anything were to happen to him Trunks would be the first to destroy whoever had the audacity to do anything to Goten under his watchful eyes. He crushed his friend tighter to his chest, hearing Goten's methodical snoring become interrupted as his face was pushed into the warmth before it.
"Nnnn." Goten mumbled, turning his head so he could still breathe. Trunks watched his best friend's sleeping face seriously. Finally he let Goten go and crawled from the bed, hopping to the floor and landing easily on his feet. He stretched and started to tug his clothes off, though he had stopped expecting for there to be any new developments on how furry he was about two weeks ago. As he expected, his body was covered in lavender fur, which was a darker purple where it was longer, like the back of his arms or the tops of his legs. It paled to something of a silver hue where it thinned. The light hairs were softer in places like his chest and stomach. He was glad his face wasn't furry, that would have been impossible to hide.
This morning however, Trunks was greeted with some surprises. His toes sported small claws, and so did his fingers. They looked to be somehow immature, like they weren't done growing yet. He suppose that it might take a few days, just as everything else happening to him did. They weren't very long or sharp, but his nails all curved into hooked claws now. He frowned, hoping his shoes would still fit him. This wasn't fair. it was getting so hard to hide what was happening to him, and he didn't even know how he was going to end up. Trunks pulled a fresh pair of long pants on. He put white socks over his feet, relieved when they were not immediately destroyed by the curved toenails. Trunks slipped into a long-sleeved turtleneck and felt his stomach growling. He left Goten to sleep and headed downstairs to retrieve himself a morning meal.
When he arrived in the kitchen Trunks was greeted with the pleasant sight of nobody in the room but himself. A Vegita-like smirk came over his features as his tongue flicked out to lick his lips. He opened the fridge and let his eyes scan over all the food. He selected for himself things with much protein, figuring that the least he could do if he was morphing into some freak creature was feed himself lots of meat to keep his muscles strong while it happened. Besides, fur or no fur, a good steak made his mouth water just the same.
Trunks was seated at the table about twenty minutes later with a massive platter of assorted meats before him, most of them cooked rare. He was glad things came with instructions, though his cooking abilities were pretty horrible. He had a bit of red dripping down his chin as he happily shoved chunk after chunk into his face with reckless abandon.
"Good Morning sweetie," Bulma's voice came into the kitchen. Trunks froze like a deer in headlights, a piece of meat nearly falling out of his mouth at the feeling of somehow being 'caught' though he was not doing anything wrong. He noted that his mother was wearing a robe and holding a steaming cup of coffee.
"Hi mom." Trunks mumbled, going back to stuffing his face. He listened to Bulma move around as he focused his eyes on his meal. He could hear her insides, and smell her scent easily. His ears twitched under his hair as he forcibly ignored her. Unfortunately, its pretty impossible to ignore someone who sits right across from you. Trunks peeked up around the pile of meat to see his mother sitting at the table, contemplating him with a strange look on her face.
"Trunks, honey, has anything strange been going on lately?"
Trunks tried not to look guilty. He stared at Bulma, making sure to meet her eyes because in a book he'd read it said that honesty was often determined by body language, including eye contact.
"Uhm. no. I don't think so." he ventured nervously, flickering his focus back to the food. There wasn't much left to focus on, so he helped himself to a second heaping plate from the platter that he'd taken to the table.
"Are you sure Trunks? I'm only asking because you seem to be acting a little funny. why are you dressed like that?"
"Mom, nothing's wrong! I just feel like dressing this way!" Trunks glared at Bulma, wanting to smash his head on the table for talking back, but he couldn't help the sudden anger that flared up inside him when his mother continued to poke at his uncertainties. It was easy to ignore the changes if he didn't have to think about them, but suddenly fear crawled uncomfortably through him.
"Wh-why mom.. What'd I do that's weird.?"
"Oh I was just wondering, sometimes at your age your body starts changing. if you're not sure about something you know you can talk to me about it, right?"
Trunks stared at Bulma like she was asking him if he waned to talk about sex with her or something. Well, he thought that she was. He snorted at her. "Mom, I already know about puberty. I'm eight, I don't think I have to worry about that yet. uhm. can you stop staring at me? I'm fine, everything is fine, I swear."
Bulma chewed her lip, looking like she didn't believe Trunks. She had good reason not to, but she sighed anyway and nodded. "Alright I'll leave you alone about it. I'm going to head to my lab to work on the serum for Vegito, would you like to come help me? You and Goten can't spend every waking minute together you know."
"Yes we can, watch us. We've got big plans today mom, I don't; think I can help. besides, why would I wanna work on something for that loser Vegito? Hmph, he's stupid and I don't wanna have anything to do with him."
"Pretty big talk for an eight-year old Trunks, you give him some respect! He saved the world, including you and Goten, and this is how you repay him!?"
"Mom that isn't fair, he's not my papa, I have no reason to like him and you can't make me either!"
Bulma opened her mouth to speak but she closed it again, glaring at Trunks like he had said something to hurt her personally. Her eyes flashed with anger and she pushed her chair back, standing and taking her coffee with her. "young man, you and Vegito are going to spend some time together whether you like it or not. He is here in place of Vegita now and-"
"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! NOBODY can replace Papa! He's the prince of all saiyajins and no stupid fusion with Goku is going to replace him! You're stupid! How can you even think something like that! Leave me alone! Grrrr.. I hate it here!" Trunks stood up too, knocking his chair over and forgetting the rest of his meal. His face was scrunched with anger and threatened by tears. The lump in his throat was persistent, but he was absolutely vehement in keeping it at bay. He balled his fists, his nails cutting into his palms with their fresh sharpness. He turned tail and ran away from Bulma and his remaining meal, slamming the door to the gravity simulator and locking it behind him. He had no idea where Vegito was and he didn't care.
Once he was inside of the device, he went to the controls, panting with his sudden and overwhelming anger. His fingers trembled as he pushed the gravity high, feeling like nothing could flatten him right now. He cranked it up to 700G's and as the huge and insane pressure threatened to crush his body in the very air, Trunks let his power flare up around him. He tore the turtleneck off of himself and bristled angrily, floating into the air and sparring alone with himself to get the anger out. His fur spiked and turned bright gold along with the rest of his hair whenever he made the transformation to super saiyajin.
Trunks' screams echoed off the thick walls of the machinery surrounding him. He turned the gravity up even higher, to 800G's, not even wincing at the sudden increase in his own mass. He knew that whatever was happening to him, it gave him an awesome boost in the power that he could brandish without much effort. Before, whenever he trained with his papa, he always had to leave after 400 or 450 G's, because the pressure was crushing him and keeping him from moving. Now, without so much as training, his ability to withstand the pressure had somehow doubled. Tears of frustrated fear ran over Trunks' pale cheeks and he slammed his iron fists into the floor, making huge craters where he did. His body shuddered with the power flowing through each tendon and caused him to shake all over.
Trunks sniffled and wrapped his arms around his knees, tearing at his hair because he simply had no other way to express his confusion, and it was building inside him so strongly that it HAD to escape. He wished he had Goten here with him to keep him safe, but he knew that Goten would either think all this power was a cool toy, or he would be put off by it and maybe even scared of Trunks. That was the last thing the lavender-haired boy could handle.
He sighed, sharp teeth biting bleeding beads into his lips as he attempted to get his rage out and relax.
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Gohan dragged himself out of be the following morning later than he normally did. Staying up practically the whole night made him tired and caused him to miss breakfast altogether. That was Chichi's first indication that her baby boy wasn't ok. Missing supper the night before had been bad enough, but now breakfast too? Something must be wrong with him. She planned to interrogate him now that he was finally out of bed.
Gohan yawned like a bear and sat at the table, used to his mother placing food in front of him every morning and thinking nothing of his lateness. His mind was crawling with nervous excitement over the big day he had ahead of him. Finding a job. his first job no less. He was already calculating where he would take his résumés and what he would say. He was very glad for Bulma's help the night before. Without her he didn't know what he might have done. He was reminded that he would have stayed at home for the rest of his life probably, when his mother placed a plate of food before him.
Chichi let Gohan eat to take the edge off his hunger, then she pulled out a chair and crossed her arms over her chest, sitting right beside him, but facing him. Gohan gave her a confused look.
"Uhm what's up mom?" He ventured.
"What's UP!? Well Gohan I have to admit I am terribly curious about why you saw fit to sleep in for THREE HOURS this morning!! You missed breakfast! What's wrong with you baby, mommy will make it all better, I promise. You can tell me whatever's wrong ad I'll make you some tea-"
"Mom nothing's wrong, I was just up late last night."
""Why!? You know you're supposed to be in bed by nine. if you don't get enough sleep you'll turn into a punker! Gohan don't worry me like that! I can't take it!" Chichi put a hand to her head like she was going to keel over from the stress of her worries. Gohan found it hard not to tell her what he was really thinking, but he was much better mannered than to speak out his thoughts when they weren't nice thoughts.
"Mom I'm eighteen, we talked about this last night. I want to get a job, so I stayed up working on my résumé last night."
"Gohan! I already told you, you don't need any stupid job! We have plenty of money left over from the tournaments that your father won, I won't have you running off into the city like some disobedient cur. You're going to help me make some cookies today, and then you can help me weed the garden. Feh to you job hunt, you're not going."
Gohan stared at his mother like he was running out of things to say to get around her strange rules, which, in fact, he was. He frowned, trying to keep a reign over his monstrous temper. He was very glad that the monstrous part of it only came out to play when something really serious happened. Otherwise he would end up like Vegita, and he knew his mother hated Vegita.
"Mom. " He started off calmly, forcing himself to think before he spoke. "I'm going to fly to Satan City today and hand my résumé out to a few places. If you don't support me finding a job, then I won't talk to you about it anymore."
Chichi glared at her son and threw her arms up dramatically. "Gohan how dare you threaten me like that!? I love you too much to watch you get involved with those city people."
"Mom what do you want me to do, stay here and let you take care of me for the rest of my life!?"
"Now you're getting it Gohan, that would be wonderful. and your little brother too, we're a family."
"I can't do that mom, I'm not a pet, you can't just keep me here like I'm your prisoner. I want to have a life. I want some friends. Can't I have those things?"
"You already tried making friends when you went to school, before that awful creature Buu, don't you remember? You started bringing girls home! I've had lots of time to think about this. That high school was nothing good for you. Videl was very nice, but you're just too young to start gallivanting around the world after women. I'm sorry Gohan, but I don't want to see you get hurt when she decides that she likes some other boy better than you. I'll have none of that."
"Mom, Videl is my friend, and you know perfectly well that she came here on her own. you're turning schizophrenic mom! I thought you wanted grandchildren?" Gohan didn't even want to be a father, he was just looking for points to support his side of the rapidly escalating argument that he was having with his mother.
"Oh I do, I'll have grandchildren, but I'm not even done raising you and your brother yet, I have plenty of time for grandchildren when you grow up."
"I AM grown up mom!"
"Nonsense Gohan, now finish your breakfast, I want you to help me weed the garden."
"No."
"What do you mean 'no,' finish up and come help me in the garden Gohan."
"Mom, I already told you, I'm going to look for jobs today. I'll have to help you another time."
Chichi whipped around with fury burning in her black eyes. She felt betrayed by her eldest boy and she would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. "Son Gohan don't talk back to me young man! You're old enough to leave here when I say you are, and not a day sooner!"
Gohan's mouth opened in an expression of disgusted anger. He could not help but leave his breakfast. He pushed himself to his feet and shook his head. "I can leave whenever I want and I'll prove it! I'm leaving right now!"
Gohan didn't give chichi and chance to reply. He used his incredible speed to pack some changes of clothes and a few other things with him in capsules. He made sure to bring clothes appropriate for an interview and first presentation. Getting a job would become his top priority now that he had made his decision. He wrung his fists and gave his mother a dark look.
"Mom, I don't know when I'm coming back. I'm old enough to take care of myself, just like Vegito said. When you see me again I'll be making money and living in my own place, and I'm not coming back a minute before that. I'm an adult, and I'll prove it to you."
Chichi, once again, was not given any chance to respond to her son's sudden outburst of independence. She had never figured that Gohan would do something like this, but the squareness in his shoulders as he turned his back on her was unmistakable. There was a sort of confidence there that had not been present for a very long time. Chichi was furious and upset horribly by Gohan's departure, but she did not stop him or follow him, as much as her motherly instincts ranted at her to do so. She hoped, in some slice of her mind, that her boy would succeed and return a man instead of a boy. With thoughts of grandchildren running through her head, (only after marriage of course!) Chichi closed the door after Gohan was gone.
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While Trunks was throwing his tantrum in the gravity room, a silent figure was watching him through the single rounded window in the door. Vegito's feet were slightly off the floor so he could see into the window without standing on his tip toes. He was taller than Vegita, but that wasn't saying very much. There was a predatory grin on his face that was almost a leer. He was very excited to see Trunks exacting such incredible power from his own body. Well, admittedly Vegito knew that he could crush the boy with his baby finger, but that said nothing, considering he could do the same to the planet. Trunks was demonstrating an incredible jump in ability, and it caught Vegito's senses immediately. If he were to fight with the boy, teach him, then surely he could become something of an incredible fighter, maybe even a challenging opponent if given enough practice. And of course, the technique of fusion was possible between Trunks and Goten, so if he also set himself to training Goten into such a level of empowerment, then the fused Gotenks would likely be a workout to battle against. Vegito licked his lips a the thought of the challenge and considered what the best course of action from this point forward would be.
Just as he was placing his hand on the door to force the lock open, he became aware of a fairly significant power level approaching down the hall from his left. He let go of the door and turned to cast his eyes on Goten with a frown.
"What do you want, brat?" He asked with something of a scowl.
Goten didn't seem too deterred by Vegito's unfriendliness. He could easily sense the differences in spread of Vegita's and Goku's personalities. That is, he was able to see how Vegita seemed to be making the decisions that caused Vegito to be rude or unfriendly for no real reason. He could see that Vegito pulsed with a deep, warm energy, one he associated with his father, even though he didn't really know the man. He took a step closer to Vegito and beamed up at him.
"Hi, I'm Goten. I don't wanna make you angry. but we never met before and since you're my daddy now I wanted to see you. Wow, you're super strong, cool! Do you think you can teach me to be that strong? Trunks told me I'm not allowed to like you or talk to you, but I'm gonna do it anyway 'cause Trunks already had a dad but I didn't and I think you're super neat-o."
Vegito stared at the small boy who was looking up at him from about knee- level, or maybe a little higher. His face fell into a frown.
"I'm not a babysitter brat. what possessed you to seek me out?"
"Well, like I said, I never got to have a daddy before. so you can be my daddy!" Goten beamed excitedly, hopping from foot to foot with a hopeful light in his eyes.
Vegito found himself regarding the boy somewhat nervously. Neither of his halves were terribly experienced with managing children, but the softer, more relaxed confidence that was inherent in Goku afforded Vegito the ability to keep himself from getting angry. The innocence in Goten's eyes somehow stopped him from striking the boy away from him.
He bent down and picked Goten up, holding him under the arms at arm's length. He tilted Goten this way and that, studying him for a moment. Goten stayed relatively still, not sure what Vegito was doing.
"Curious boy, Goten. Very well, you are strong enough to become a super saiyajin, perhaps you are worth some of my time. Since Trunks is freaking out in the gravity chamber for the moment, we will go watch TV."
Goten's eyes lit up with pleasure and he jumped forwards, glomping Vegito's leg happily. "Cool! Wow great!"
Vegito walked into the rec room with Goten clinging to his leg. He had something of a pleased smirk on his face, and he found it much easier to relax with this small boy near him, though why this occurred he possessed not the slightest clue. He even allowed Goten to sit right beside him and watch Blue's Clues with him, while Trunks' tantrum continued to shake the entire house and surrounding area.
End Part Eight To Be Continued.
Hey everyone, glad to get another chapter out so soon. Well, at least its soon for me, I normally don't update more than once every week or two. Well, what does everyone think? Writing Trunks' changing temperament is so much fun.ehhehe. And Gohan, of course, is always worth writing, even if evil chichi is in the scene with him. I think I'm starting to get a handle on Vegito, although I'm sure some of you still think that he's all Vegita and no Goku. You just have to understand the perspective I'm presenting him in, and its easier to see Goku's influences. Anyway, I'm looking forward to some feedback, I'm terribly envious of all the other authors who get so much feedback for their stories, I'd like to have something like that too. But to everyone who has replied, thank you so much!
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