*Disclaimer* Ok, this is the last one for this story. I don't own DBZ or any of the characters within it. I am but a simple young adult writing for pleasure. -Get it? -Got it? -Good.

A/N: Ok, Vegeta is going to seem evil, heartless and back to his old roots as the story carries out. I'm warning you in advance so you don't take the time to complain about it to me. I thank you for noticing it previously, but do not be worried, everything will soon come together. Just keep reading, that's your best bet. ^.~ Ciao!

Ch.3

Trunks shook his head and stood there for a little while longer. What could be waiting for him? What would WANT to wait for him? He had nothing there.

...Besides his mom.

Trunks suddenly had a terrible feeling in his stomach and jumped into the air, flying as fast as he could back to his house. The clouds swept back furiously as he shot through them, he didn't know how far he had to go, he was only looking for one thing.

And he spotted it.

His mother's chi.

It was low, almost unreachable, even as Trunks got closer and closer to his destination. He landed almost as quickly as he had taken off and ran into the house. He heard glass shattering, footsteps and horrified screams. The lights were all off in the house, minus a small nightlight in the family room.

He followed his mother's energy, which was dying out fast, when he saw her come stumbling out of a room, gashes and new bruises decorating her skin. Trunks ran over to her, grabbing her before she fell.

"Mom! What happened?"

"He.... I don't know....... what has happened to him......" Bulma took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Trunks looked up, trying to sense another chi, but felt nothing.

"Where are you? I know you're there!" He got up, lightly placing his mother on the floor. "I'll be right back, don't leave me." He whispered to her.

He walked through a hallway to his right and saw a silhouette out of the corner of his eye. He turned quickly, but nothing appeared.

"Show yourself!" He demanded.

A low, rumbling laugh drifted through the air. Trunks began to make his way back to his mother, before he saw the shadow again, this time a huge blast of light came towards him. He quickly dodged to the left, doing a somersault away from it. Just as soon as he got up, another one, bigger than the first, sped for him. Trunks jumped up to avoid it but something from the right knocked the original blast off course, sending both of them away from him. He looked around, but saw nothing, still feeling no more energy than his mother was letting off, which was barely anything.

Trunks began to get extremely irritated. He wanted to run over to his mother, to make sure she would be ok, but he could risk turning his back on whatever was out there.... waiting.

So Aurora was right, someone was waiting... but who?

As if to answer his question, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, behind the shadows. "Greetings, Trunks."

Trunks eyes widened as his father stepped into what little light there was. He looked different for some reason, the fact that Vegeta, of all people, just had called Trunks by his first name and not "brat" made him wonder as well. "Who are you?"

"Can't you tell? I'm your father, idiot." Vegeta crossed his arms.

"So you were the one waiting for me?"

Vegeta nodded with an evil grin.

Trunks eyed him suspiciously. "What do you want?"

The prince's eyes grew with hatred, "Your - death."

The young Saiyan got into a fighting stance as he glared at the man before him. "Then come and get it."

Taking that as an open invitation, Vegeta brought both of his hands straight forward, forming a ball of energy. "If you say so." He said mockingly. The blast came hurling towards Trunks, but Trunks sent it in the opposite direction with a blast of his own. He ran up to Vegeta and the two immediately fell into a string of punches, kicks and blocks. Trunks brought his hand back and hit Vegeta in his face, throwing him soaring into the wall behind.

"At this rate, I'll be taking your life, instead of you taking mine." Trunks said with confidence.

"Do you think so young man?" Vegeta quickly got up on to his feet and smirked.

"....young man?" Trunks asked aloud. Since when did his father call him "young man", especially during a battle?

Vegeta answered his question by kicking Trunks in his abdomen, following it up with a hook punch. Trunks was thrown back near his mother. Vegeta stormed towards the younger Saiyan, picked him up by his hair and threw him across the room.

"Come on you stupid fool, tell me you have more strength then that!"

Trunks got up as fast as he could and threw a chi blast at his father, but watched as it came back to him, hitting him into the TV. The glass cut his skin as he climbed out of the huge mechanism, making him notice how much he was actually bleeding. Why could he never beat his dad? Why did he always lose? He wouldn't lose this time, not with his mother there.

Trunks looked around and was surprised when he didn't see Vegeta anywhere. He kept his eyes sharp, knowing his father would most likely come up behind him and try to kill him that way. He thought he saw a shadow behind him, so he quickly turned around, only to end up feeling a terrible pain shoot up his back. He fell to the floor face first, a hot burn searing through him. It was as if someone had lit his spine on fire, and all his nerves were feeling the flame. Trunks tried to turn to his back, but it hurt too badly.

"You're pathetic." Vegeta said. Trunks felt Vegeta grab him upwards by his shirt and throw him onto his back. He watched as his father's hands lit up with destruction. "I shall put an end to this weakness, that way I will no longer have to deal with you this way." He grinned as he brought his hands above his head and let the energy flow into the blast, making it grow. With that kind of power he could kill everyone in the town!

So why did Trunks still not feel his father's chi?

Suddenly the white light came hurling towards him, Trunks closed his eyes, awaiting the terrible pain he would endure...

...and waited, but nothing came.

Nothing but a deadly scream - and it sounded just like his mother's.

~~**-Utoh.... what happened? Will Bulma be ok? And what is up with Vegeta? Please REVIEW!! =)-**~~