Title: Numb

Disclaimer: None of the original DBZ characters are mine (SNIFFSNIFF)

Rating: right now it's 'PG' but it might go up!

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Summary: hehehe... 'your need for love, makes you prey' 'Cry for more pain' 'if you cared at all, you'd put me down' 'I can't hate with my eyes open' 'I feel better when I'm numb'... 'Numb' by Holly McNarland. The theme is based on that song... :)

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Trunks didn't have time to block the blow, so he just stood there unable to move. His acking limbs begging for the rest that would surely come after the punch, his bruised face dreading the attack. He watched his father's straight face, the victory that was glittered in his eyes. Trunks closed his eyes in resignation.

There was no pain, just a massive pressure against his scull, then there was nothing. Darkness ate him, and his body rested uncomfortably on the cold grass.

Vegeta watched his son's motionless body lying on the floor; the boy was a good fighter... A great fighter! Much like his father... But he still had much to learn, and Vegeta was determined to teach him.

Vegeta stared at him for awhile, wondering whether he should pick him up and fly him back home. Deciding against it, he turned around and took off. The boy was quite capable of taking care of himself, no matter what shape he was in...

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Trunks had been out for over six hours and if it hadn't been for the light but steady rain fall that came trickling down on him he would have been out longer. He brushed his hair, that had slowly begun to stick onto his skin, from his face. He couldn't remember what happened, but as he looked at the state he was in it hit him. He had been sparing with his dad.

He breathed out sharply, anger filling him. He'd just left him there... Left him there as if he were nothing. Trunks used the little strength he had left in his limbs and got up; anger his only fuel. It was the normal thing, he always ended up unconscious after sparring with his dad. He didn't really mind. That was, after all the result, of 'friendly' fighting... But it was painful, in more than just the physical way, when his father up and left him half-dead.

Forcing his limbs to move, Trunks used his wavering energy and boosted himself up. Despite his need to be anywhere else but near his dad, Trunks flew home. Trunks could not fly straight. He kept wavering up and down, left and right... His eyes were unable to focuse and his head felt like felt like it had just collided with a fray train. He made his way home though. He'd done it before.

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When Trunks got home, Bra was sitting in front of their parents, her knees turned inwards her, she was looking down. Bulma stood hovering over her, her finger wavering up and down in the air. Bra was being told off. Vegeta stood off in the background watching silently.

"How many times have I told you to tidy up your room! Who do you expect to do it? Huh... HUH?!"

Bra sat silently she knew, as simply as Trunks did, that their would be no way out of it with Bulma. But Vegeta stood there in the background and Trunks could have sworn that he saw sympathy lingering in his father's eyes.

"You are marching your ass back upstairs and you clean up your room!" Bra's eyes shot up

"But mom! Catty is coming over to pick me up! I promised her we would go to the movies today!"

"I don't care who is coming over! You are to go upstairs to tidy up your room!"

Trunks had not been seen yet, and he was pretty sure even his father didn't know he was there. His energy level was very weak, so weak that Trunks had slumped down onto the floor. Barely able to move anymore, never mind stand.

Bra looked at her mother. Her large eyes wide and pleading, they looked so convincing. But Trunks knew he could count on his mother, and he was right, Bulma was having none of it. She pointed upstairs and all but clicked her heals:

"Up! Clean! NOW!"

Bra almost puffed, but caught herself before the act, fearing her mother's wrath. She obediently got up, making sure to take the long way round. In order to pass in front of Vegeta to give him a 'please-don't-let-her-do-this-to-me' look, before going upstairs. Of course, as usual, Vegeta stood up for Bra.

"Come on now woman! Give the girl a break!" Bulma's mouth dropped open "WHAT? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

" I said that Bra can go out with her friend!"

Bulma's face tured as red as a beet-root "No she can't! She'll-"

"Listen, woman! I have no time for your nonsense!" Turning to Bra he said "You may go out with your friend. When you come back, clean up your room..."

"VEGETA!" Bulma yelled, she was not given time to finish

"I will not tolerate your blasted whining woman! The purple haired brat is home and we have some sparring to do!"

Trunks was surprised, Vegeta had felt his presence after all. Trunks new there was no way that he could fight. Seeing the look on his father's face, the pure 'fightlust' written there. Trunks knew he would have no choice... Vegeta walked past Bulma, grabbing Trunks' tattered shirt from the back of his neck, Vegeta dragged him outside. Trunks was going to get his face bashed in... Again.



Trunks almost whimpered, he swallowed in the sound, but he couldn't help wishing that for once his father would treat him with as much sympathy as he did Bra.