~Tribulations from the Past~
Chapter 2:
~Earth~
"Agh!" the eight year old demi-saiyan fell to the floor. "Trunks! You have to block from your opponent not just attack, pay attention to what you're doing!" Trunks looked up at Vegeta while rubbing his smarting cheek. "Dad, we've been training for five straight hours! Can't we take a break? I'm getting hungry."
Vegeta glared down at him with hidden amusement, he was actually impressed with his son. He hadn't expected Trunks to last this long. After all, they were training in 100 G's. It had taken even him a while before he could move, let alone train in such atmosphere, but that was long before Trunks had even been born, when he had returned to this planet in search of Kakarot, training to beat the seemingly invincible androids whose coming was foretold to them. Since then, he had long since passed the ability and was, when Trunks was not with him, training at 350 in his Super Saiyan 2 form.
When Vegeta first began to allow Trunks to spar with him when he was old enough, he could barely stand up in a mere 10 G's. Now, ha, now he was doing 100, just enough to make him have to put forth a little extra effort than he would in normal gravity, but enough to do its job. He was proud of his son. He had only told him once, but he was. He was only eight and already a Super Saiyan! Though, Vegeta had to admit..for his son to have accomplished something so easily that had taken he himself years and years of pain, torture, and taunting of his body's breaking points and beyond to acquire such a feat made him, to a point.. not that he would ever admit it to anyone..jealous.
But he loved him, as much as any father could ever possibly love his child. another forbidden thought and feeling that he felt impossible to tell Trunks. But the feelings were there, and Trunks had learned at an early age to be able to read his father's eyes and expressions, in much the same way his mother did, which was how she had been able to break through to his cold heart, guarded by a thick brick wall and make it come crumbling down. That was really, the only way you could tell what was really going on in his fathers thoughts when he spoke or acted, his eyes. They were truly windows to the soul.
Trunks knew his father loved him and he knew, or at least he desperately hoped, that he was proud of him. He tried his hardest every day to live up to Vegeta's honor and expectations and did his best not to complain about the long hours they spent endlessly toiling in the gravity room day in and day out while sometimes even going into the early hours of the morning. Now was not an exception, he wouldn't just lay there as a mere blow to the cheek left him lying on the ground. He could do it; he had gone through worse before. Now was not the time to give up and he wouldn't.
Vegeta could see from Trunks' facial expression that he was fighting conflicting thoughts in his head. 'Probably frustrated with himself that I got a hit in.' Actually, he hadn't meant to hit his son that hard, Trunks had grazed his face with a punch, leaving a small streak of blood dripping slightly from Vegeta's right cheek. He had just gotten a little carried away from the fact that he had been struck and his natural instinct was to retaliate, of course. He would be fine, Trunks was tough, and could take way more than that..a small part of him still felt badly though...that would have broken the boys jaw if he had reacted slower than he had by turning his face slightly so when the blow connected it would do less harm. Trunks was smart in reacting that way, or else he would have more than just a stinging cheek right now.
Vegeta made a mental note to keep his anger in check if he got hit again and watched as his only son picked himself up from the floor and, just a little unsteady, regained his fighting stance. Starting it back up without warning, Trunks flew at his father as fast as his tired body would allow and appeared behind him ready to take him into a head lock. Expecting this, Vegeta quickly fazed out of view and took Trunks in his own attack. Stuck in the head lock, Trunks lifted his right arm and elbowed Vegeta in the side, who could have held on, but to keep the fight moving along, he let go and took the offence and let loose a barrage of kicks and punches, all of which Trunks blocked and returned. 'Good, he's learning. Now let's see him handle this!' He disappeared and flew around him in circles, fast so all Trunks could see was a blur, but slow enough so his son would be able to aim and try to stop him before he had a chance to land a hit.
'Not this again, I can never get him when he does this!' Trunks watched as his father zipped around him just daring him to try and land a strike. 'Fine, here goes nothing!' He sucked in a deep breath and focused as hard as he could on tracking his signal. His eyes darted from one side of the room to the next, letting them go slightly out of focus to better see the tiny blue streaks that signaled where Vegeta was at the moment.
Doing this for about two minutes he saw a distinct pattern occurring in his fathers movements, 'Ah hah!' that was all he needed. Memorizing the pattern Trunks figured where to strike and how would be the best way for that attack, getting ready he waited till the timing was right and blasted into his position. Letting out a yell he kicked as hard as he could and watched as Vegeta appeared in the empty air and took the hit.....Wait....he hadn't hit him...Vegeta grabbed his foot and knocked him back down to the floor. Landing in an impressive back flip, Trunks glared back up at his father who was floating in midair smirking down at him.
That little maneuver always got the kid, he would have to work on it, Vegeta mused silently to himself as he watched Trunks angrily go to Supper Saiyan and fly back up at him. They continued to exchange blow for blow and block for block until they were both exhausted lying spread out on the floor. Trunks looked over at Vegeta whose mind seemed to be somewhere else and propped himself up on his elbow. "Dad?" Glancing over, Vegeta came out of his thoughts and looked at him. "What?" He asked sitting up, as Trunks did the same. "I was just thinking..Mom's told me all about you being a prince and all that, and that you used to live on another planet." Vegeta didn't like where this was going. "So? What about it?" "Well..I was just wondering if.you could tell me about it?"
He sighed, he really didn't want to talk about this, but looking at Trunks told him that this was something that he really wanted to know. Giving in, he thought how to describe the beautiful red planet he used to call home. How, before he was taken from his father, the only person he had had left in the world since his mothers untimely death, he had ruled over everything his curious young eyes could behold. He had truly loved that place, full of dangerous yet beautiful animals that dwelled in the thick, dark green vegetation of the endless jungles. He had gone into those perilous forests many times when he was a child, simply to fight any animal willing to try him as its lunch, once, nearly getting his head bit off by a guraja that closely resembled that of an earth jaguar, getting saved by his father who had gone out to look for him, just in the nick of time.
Trunks had never known of his past and he didn't exactly feel like explaining it all right at the minute either so he decided to take the short cut. Just as he was about to change the subject and tell Trunks to quit bothering him and get back to training, he heard a low 'ding' which indicated someone was on the visual intercom. Getting up, he went over to the simulator and pushed a large green button, and saw Bulma's face appear on the screen.
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She greeted him with her beautiful smile and bright, sparkling blue eyes. Oh, how her eyes captivated him. He could stare into them forever, lost in her seemingly depthless gaze, as if staring straight into her soul...sometimes he felt like such a love sick baka that it disgusted him. Ever since he had met her those ten long years ago, his thoughts had constantly been plagued by her. Not so much at first, but little by little she had wormed her way into his thoughts and mind more and more with each day that had passed. Her confidence, her incredible genius and quick wit, while being weak in body, she was incredibly strong in spirit and he had begun to look forward to their little verbal sparring matches. Then, he remembered, that he actually began to look forward to and even go so far as to go out of his way just to engage in conversations with her from time to time, even though they usually ended in yet another argument. But he actually enjoyed the talks they would have as much as the fights.
Until that bastard Yamcha began once again to cheat on her and when Bulma found out, all she had talked about was trying to plot revenge against his sorry ass. Vegeta would have been more than happy to help her along by just killing the pathetic weakling, but she had make him promise her that he wouldn't kill Yamcha, since she knew full well that he would have done it if she had given the O.K.
'Agh, if Radditz and Nappa could see him now, or Frieza for that matter (not that he cared what that freak thought of him, besides, he was dead now) but, he had always taken orders from no one. When he was first taken from his father when he was eight, Frieza had always tried his hardest to break the young prince's insubordinant, arrogant ways. No matter what brutal punishment, consequence, torture, or beating that Frieza had threatened to do or had done had ever caused the prince to lose his pride. There would be times when he felt he had little to none of it left when he had been lying in pools of his own blood, barely conscious, while the grotesque white lizard loomed over him, laughing and showing Vegeta where his pride had gotten him.
Yet he had fallen to the whims of the earthling onna and kept his promise not to destroy Yamcha who he thoroughly despised, simply because she had begged him not to. He had changed so much since his first voyage to Earth, years ago, when he had only intended to get the dragon balls and destroy the useless planet after wishing for immortality......had it been so long? After returning the second time only seeking out Kakarot to finally learn the secret to achieving The Legendary, he had planned to get what he searched for and destroy the ugly mud ball of a planet. It turned out however, that he stayed there for three years, telling himself it was only because of the fight with the androids that was promised to come that kept him there. He had had no home. He hadn't had one since Vegeta-sei was destroyed before his very eyes, so where was he supposed to go anyway? Telling himself this, he continued to train his body to and beyond its breaking points, sometimes pushing his sanity along with it.
But, as fate had planned, Vegeta began to fall for Bulma, and she for him. My, that had certainly been one of the most confusing years of his life. He had thought he was forming feeling towards a person who could not return them back. Every time he looked at her he felt like he was being torn apart, knowing he could never have her. He told himself that they would go away eventually, that he wouldn't always feel like this at just a mere glance at her gorgeous face. But they didn't go away, over time they just escalated in their intensity until he thought he could bare it no longer. And so, on that fateful night, when his raging emotions could not be held back any longer, in threat to his sanity, he had confessed himself to her.
He remembered how he had waited, literally sweating bullets.
Waited for her to laugh at him, or to not believe that he actually thought he had a chance with someone like her, to throw the words he had spoken back in his face, he was prepared for the worst. Yet, Bulma had done none of that, quite the opposite in fact. She just stared at him for a couple seconds that, to him, had seemed like several eternities and then she did something that he would not have dared to hope for in a million years. She gazed into his eyes seeing so many emotions in them. Full of hope, wanting, lust, but most of all, fear. This information had startled her; she had never known how much he cared.
Bulma just stared at him with those mezmerizingly clear blue pools of crystal. Then, leaning forward, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and kissed him. Long and deep, full of passion, lust, and indescribable relief, she showed him with her kiss all that her words would have failed to do. Too afraid of rejection and humiliation, they both had pent up their feelings for each other, finally letting them loose in one fantastic moment together....
That night had changed everything for him, and he knew, he KNEW that he would not be leaving Earth...leaving her....for anything. They had bonded together and mated as was saiyan custom. He proposed to her only a couple months after that monster Cell was finally destroyed so she could have her Earth wedding and be "legally together" as she had put it. What that meant he didn't know, nor did he care, she was happy with it and he had asked no more questions.
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He finally shook his thoughts from the past and back into the present. Vegeta stared back at the screen and waited to see what she wanted.
"Good morning Veggie-Chan."
He grunted in response to express his annoyance at the nickname, retorting with his own. Whenever he called her onna instead of by her name usually did the trick when he wanted to rile her up. Chuckling to himself, 'I'm not going to let her win this one.'
"And just what do you want onna?" Remembering to put extra emphasis on the word he knew she hated. "Don't you have cleaning to do? Or burning our breakfast like you do every morning?" Smiling back at him she silently decided that he was gonna lose today. "First of all my dear 'prince of all saiyans"she countered, lovingly mocking his title. "You know we have 'bot servants to clean Capsule Corp. and.." she added, stepping aside so he could see a plate complete with black and smoldering remains of breakfast. "I hope you like your toast well done!" She grinned when he groaned at the site of breakfast reduced to ashes. "Don't worry" she giggled, "I'll ask a maid to make you guys breakfast." Vegeta sighed in relief, 'Good, he was hungry.' "Speaking of"..she looked around the GR as much as the computer screen would let her.
"Where's Trunks?"
Trunks, who had been watching with amusement as his parents tried to out do each other in 'their daily sparring session' which happened about everyday, stepped up next to his father so his mother could see him.
"I thought you might want to know Goten called." His eyes lit up.
"Really?? What did he want?" She laughed, "What else does he call for? He wanted to know if you would come over and spar with him. He didn't say why, but I have a feeling that sparing with Goku and Gohan is a bit too much for him." Vegeta rolled his eyes, "How pathetic, that boy needs to train harder." Bulma's eyes brightened even more. "Why Vegeta, what a wonderful idea!" He stared at her as if she was insane, "Onna what are you babbling about?" She grinned at him. "Well, you just said Goten needs to train harder. What better teacher than you? You three can train together." Trunks looked excitedly with wide eyes at his dad. It would be AWESOME being able to train with Goten AND his father! Vegeta looked at his son who was obviously all for it. Sighing he ask, "Do I have a choice?" Bulma gave him a sly smile that only she could pull off and winked at him, "Not really, no." Trunks jumped into the air, "ALRIGHT! This is sooo cool! I can't wait to call Goten and tell him! Ha ha!" He was about to go running to the nearest phone when he heard his mother clear her throat signaling for him to stop and listen to her. "First I want you to go clean yourself up and eat your breakfast, and then you may call Goten." Trunks nodded in agreement, "Cool, thanks mom! Thanks dad, you're the greatest!"
And with that he ran out of the room with lightening speed finding renewed strength despite his body's weariness from his resent sparing session. He almost ran through the door, hopping excitedly from one foot to the other, waiting impatiently for them to automatically open for him, he squeezed through as soon as there was enough room and left them to close behind him with a compressed air sound and metallic click. Vegeta was left standing arms crossed, staring at the spot his son had previously been, with a curious, wide-eyed expression on his face. Had he missed something?
He wasn't sure what the hell just happened, but what he did understand was that Bulma had practically signed him up for babysitting Kakarot's brat. He took his gaze from the doors that Trunks had practically flown through, and back to the visual screen.
Bulma was watching his face, trying to read what his expression meant. 'He wasn't actually angry was he?' She knew that he wasn't exactly thrilled at the thought of training his 'arch rivals' son, but Bulma felt that it would be a better experience for both Trunks and Goten if they were to train together. She knew that Goku meant well, but sometimes when Bulma would go over to visit Chichi, all three of them would be sparring in the yard or fighting in the air above the house while Chichi carefully watched them with a leery eye, just waiting for one of then to "break an arm, or shoot one of their eyes out with one of those dangerous energy beam things" as she would put it when Bulma would try to help her relax and not worry so much. On more than one of these visits, Bulma had noticed that Goku and Gohan tended to occasionally, though not intentionally, leave Goten out of the fight. He would just ball his fists, grit his teeth, and plunge right back into the mass of flying punches and kicks.
They would, of course, join him back in, but once again; they would either overpower the little half saiyan, or start to concentrate on each other more than him. This was why she had 'asked' Vegeta to train him along with Trunks, they would probably both enjoy it more with each others company than not.
She noticed that Vegeta was staring at her with a puzzled look, as if to ask what the heck that was all about. So she gave him a tiny, sheepish smile and lowered her head the tiniest bit, still keeping eye contact with him.
He found this small act to cause an incredibly cute look to grace her facial features, but this was not the time for such thoughts, this was defiantly something he was going to argue against. He wasn't upset, he just wanted an explanation, so he set his tone to stern and questioning, not hard and angry, for once he actually didn't feel like an argument. "So just what the hell was that all about onna?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in the process. Noting from the tone of his voice, and the fact that his facial features only showed confusion and even some humor from Trunks' display, instead of anger, she figured he would be easier to reason with. Not that it would have really mattered any way; her mind was set with this. 'Well, here we go.'
"Oh, c'mon Vegeta, it won't be that bad." He scowled, replying, "Onna, how am I supposed to train to beat Kakarot if I'm stuck babysitting his weakling brat while he trains getting stronger?" Bulma sighed, "Vegeta, you KNOW Goten, he practically lives here.. You've seen him and Trunks sparring, he's good, and he's Trunks' best friend. You never know.. he might surprise you." She finished with a smile. Vegeta just 'hmphed' he knew she was right, Goten wasn't half bad, he was usually able to keep up with Trunks and he took orders well, perhaps it wouldn't be too horrible. As he looked at her, ready to give in once again, he noticed Trunks dash behind her in a blur through the kitchen heading for his room where it was connected with his bathroom to go clean up. He smirked, watching him with amusement, 'maybe this will give the boy some extra incentive to train harder.'
"Fine onna, but you owe me big time for this and don't forget it" he said, smirking suggestively. She flashed another one of her gorgeous smiles, showing him her perfect, pearly white teeth and gave him a sly look, "Oh, don't worry I won't, in fact, I think I can arrange something.." He chuckled at her comment.
Laughing, she said, "Thanks Geta." He grunted again in response to yet another one of her nick names that she had so 'thoughtfully' created for him. 'Well, at least that wasn't as bad as 'Veggie-Chan' he mentally shuddered. He despised that name, and somehow only she could ever get away with calling him that and live to see another day. He let another one of his sexy smirks break into his handsomely chiseled face, nodded to her, pushed the button to close the connection, and headed for the door.
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Bulma clicked the screen off, 'that wasn't so bad.' and Trunks was definitely happy about it. Just as she thought that, Trunks ran into the kitchen fresh and squeaky clean and plopped down at the table, ready to dig into his food that one of the servants had made for him.
He was starving! Boy, was Goten gonna be surprised when he called him! Thinking this, he began to devour his food.
Bulma glanced over at him shoveling his breakfast into his mouth and gasped. "Trunks! Use your table manners!" He looked up at her with his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunks and mumbled, "Sawry moghm" Bulma laughed at him. 'So much like his father' she thought.
As if on cue, Vegeta walked silently into the room and passed them both without saying a word as he headed toward the bedroom he and Bulma shared that was connected to the master bathroom as she sighed at his retreating back. Even though Trunks highly resemble him in looks and attitude, Vegeta was his own mystery. She heard the water turn on and suddenly had an idea cross her genius mind as she glanced at Trunks, who was still stuffing his face in a way that was not at all what she called table manners. She smiled, that would keep him busy for a while, her smile turned more devious as she headed upstairs towards the shower and its occupant.
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A/N: Well, there ya go! Chapter 2, I know not much is happening right now, but even the most uneventful chapters in stories can lead to some sort of connection later in the bigger part of the plot so you just have to wait and see how things turn up! I just have to say thank you for my reviews and hope to see everybody in the next chappy!
^^ Til next time ~Ja ne~!
Chapter 2:
~Earth~
"Agh!" the eight year old demi-saiyan fell to the floor. "Trunks! You have to block from your opponent not just attack, pay attention to what you're doing!" Trunks looked up at Vegeta while rubbing his smarting cheek. "Dad, we've been training for five straight hours! Can't we take a break? I'm getting hungry."
Vegeta glared down at him with hidden amusement, he was actually impressed with his son. He hadn't expected Trunks to last this long. After all, they were training in 100 G's. It had taken even him a while before he could move, let alone train in such atmosphere, but that was long before Trunks had even been born, when he had returned to this planet in search of Kakarot, training to beat the seemingly invincible androids whose coming was foretold to them. Since then, he had long since passed the ability and was, when Trunks was not with him, training at 350 in his Super Saiyan 2 form.
When Vegeta first began to allow Trunks to spar with him when he was old enough, he could barely stand up in a mere 10 G's. Now, ha, now he was doing 100, just enough to make him have to put forth a little extra effort than he would in normal gravity, but enough to do its job. He was proud of his son. He had only told him once, but he was. He was only eight and already a Super Saiyan! Though, Vegeta had to admit..for his son to have accomplished something so easily that had taken he himself years and years of pain, torture, and taunting of his body's breaking points and beyond to acquire such a feat made him, to a point.. not that he would ever admit it to anyone..jealous.
But he loved him, as much as any father could ever possibly love his child. another forbidden thought and feeling that he felt impossible to tell Trunks. But the feelings were there, and Trunks had learned at an early age to be able to read his father's eyes and expressions, in much the same way his mother did, which was how she had been able to break through to his cold heart, guarded by a thick brick wall and make it come crumbling down. That was really, the only way you could tell what was really going on in his fathers thoughts when he spoke or acted, his eyes. They were truly windows to the soul.
Trunks knew his father loved him and he knew, or at least he desperately hoped, that he was proud of him. He tried his hardest every day to live up to Vegeta's honor and expectations and did his best not to complain about the long hours they spent endlessly toiling in the gravity room day in and day out while sometimes even going into the early hours of the morning. Now was not an exception, he wouldn't just lay there as a mere blow to the cheek left him lying on the ground. He could do it; he had gone through worse before. Now was not the time to give up and he wouldn't.
Vegeta could see from Trunks' facial expression that he was fighting conflicting thoughts in his head. 'Probably frustrated with himself that I got a hit in.' Actually, he hadn't meant to hit his son that hard, Trunks had grazed his face with a punch, leaving a small streak of blood dripping slightly from Vegeta's right cheek. He had just gotten a little carried away from the fact that he had been struck and his natural instinct was to retaliate, of course. He would be fine, Trunks was tough, and could take way more than that..a small part of him still felt badly though...that would have broken the boys jaw if he had reacted slower than he had by turning his face slightly so when the blow connected it would do less harm. Trunks was smart in reacting that way, or else he would have more than just a stinging cheek right now.
Vegeta made a mental note to keep his anger in check if he got hit again and watched as his only son picked himself up from the floor and, just a little unsteady, regained his fighting stance. Starting it back up without warning, Trunks flew at his father as fast as his tired body would allow and appeared behind him ready to take him into a head lock. Expecting this, Vegeta quickly fazed out of view and took Trunks in his own attack. Stuck in the head lock, Trunks lifted his right arm and elbowed Vegeta in the side, who could have held on, but to keep the fight moving along, he let go and took the offence and let loose a barrage of kicks and punches, all of which Trunks blocked and returned. 'Good, he's learning. Now let's see him handle this!' He disappeared and flew around him in circles, fast so all Trunks could see was a blur, but slow enough so his son would be able to aim and try to stop him before he had a chance to land a hit.
'Not this again, I can never get him when he does this!' Trunks watched as his father zipped around him just daring him to try and land a strike. 'Fine, here goes nothing!' He sucked in a deep breath and focused as hard as he could on tracking his signal. His eyes darted from one side of the room to the next, letting them go slightly out of focus to better see the tiny blue streaks that signaled where Vegeta was at the moment.
Doing this for about two minutes he saw a distinct pattern occurring in his fathers movements, 'Ah hah!' that was all he needed. Memorizing the pattern Trunks figured where to strike and how would be the best way for that attack, getting ready he waited till the timing was right and blasted into his position. Letting out a yell he kicked as hard as he could and watched as Vegeta appeared in the empty air and took the hit.....Wait....he hadn't hit him...Vegeta grabbed his foot and knocked him back down to the floor. Landing in an impressive back flip, Trunks glared back up at his father who was floating in midair smirking down at him.
That little maneuver always got the kid, he would have to work on it, Vegeta mused silently to himself as he watched Trunks angrily go to Supper Saiyan and fly back up at him. They continued to exchange blow for blow and block for block until they were both exhausted lying spread out on the floor. Trunks looked over at Vegeta whose mind seemed to be somewhere else and propped himself up on his elbow. "Dad?" Glancing over, Vegeta came out of his thoughts and looked at him. "What?" He asked sitting up, as Trunks did the same. "I was just thinking..Mom's told me all about you being a prince and all that, and that you used to live on another planet." Vegeta didn't like where this was going. "So? What about it?" "Well..I was just wondering if.you could tell me about it?"
He sighed, he really didn't want to talk about this, but looking at Trunks told him that this was something that he really wanted to know. Giving in, he thought how to describe the beautiful red planet he used to call home. How, before he was taken from his father, the only person he had had left in the world since his mothers untimely death, he had ruled over everything his curious young eyes could behold. He had truly loved that place, full of dangerous yet beautiful animals that dwelled in the thick, dark green vegetation of the endless jungles. He had gone into those perilous forests many times when he was a child, simply to fight any animal willing to try him as its lunch, once, nearly getting his head bit off by a guraja that closely resembled that of an earth jaguar, getting saved by his father who had gone out to look for him, just in the nick of time.
Trunks had never known of his past and he didn't exactly feel like explaining it all right at the minute either so he decided to take the short cut. Just as he was about to change the subject and tell Trunks to quit bothering him and get back to training, he heard a low 'ding' which indicated someone was on the visual intercom. Getting up, he went over to the simulator and pushed a large green button, and saw Bulma's face appear on the screen.
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She greeted him with her beautiful smile and bright, sparkling blue eyes. Oh, how her eyes captivated him. He could stare into them forever, lost in her seemingly depthless gaze, as if staring straight into her soul...sometimes he felt like such a love sick baka that it disgusted him. Ever since he had met her those ten long years ago, his thoughts had constantly been plagued by her. Not so much at first, but little by little she had wormed her way into his thoughts and mind more and more with each day that had passed. Her confidence, her incredible genius and quick wit, while being weak in body, she was incredibly strong in spirit and he had begun to look forward to their little verbal sparring matches. Then, he remembered, that he actually began to look forward to and even go so far as to go out of his way just to engage in conversations with her from time to time, even though they usually ended in yet another argument. But he actually enjoyed the talks they would have as much as the fights.
Until that bastard Yamcha began once again to cheat on her and when Bulma found out, all she had talked about was trying to plot revenge against his sorry ass. Vegeta would have been more than happy to help her along by just killing the pathetic weakling, but she had make him promise her that he wouldn't kill Yamcha, since she knew full well that he would have done it if she had given the O.K.
'Agh, if Radditz and Nappa could see him now, or Frieza for that matter (not that he cared what that freak thought of him, besides, he was dead now) but, he had always taken orders from no one. When he was first taken from his father when he was eight, Frieza had always tried his hardest to break the young prince's insubordinant, arrogant ways. No matter what brutal punishment, consequence, torture, or beating that Frieza had threatened to do or had done had ever caused the prince to lose his pride. There would be times when he felt he had little to none of it left when he had been lying in pools of his own blood, barely conscious, while the grotesque white lizard loomed over him, laughing and showing Vegeta where his pride had gotten him.
Yet he had fallen to the whims of the earthling onna and kept his promise not to destroy Yamcha who he thoroughly despised, simply because she had begged him not to. He had changed so much since his first voyage to Earth, years ago, when he had only intended to get the dragon balls and destroy the useless planet after wishing for immortality......had it been so long? After returning the second time only seeking out Kakarot to finally learn the secret to achieving The Legendary, he had planned to get what he searched for and destroy the ugly mud ball of a planet. It turned out however, that he stayed there for three years, telling himself it was only because of the fight with the androids that was promised to come that kept him there. He had had no home. He hadn't had one since Vegeta-sei was destroyed before his very eyes, so where was he supposed to go anyway? Telling himself this, he continued to train his body to and beyond its breaking points, sometimes pushing his sanity along with it.
But, as fate had planned, Vegeta began to fall for Bulma, and she for him. My, that had certainly been one of the most confusing years of his life. He had thought he was forming feeling towards a person who could not return them back. Every time he looked at her he felt like he was being torn apart, knowing he could never have her. He told himself that they would go away eventually, that he wouldn't always feel like this at just a mere glance at her gorgeous face. But they didn't go away, over time they just escalated in their intensity until he thought he could bare it no longer. And so, on that fateful night, when his raging emotions could not be held back any longer, in threat to his sanity, he had confessed himself to her.
He remembered how he had waited, literally sweating bullets.
Waited for her to laugh at him, or to not believe that he actually thought he had a chance with someone like her, to throw the words he had spoken back in his face, he was prepared for the worst. Yet, Bulma had done none of that, quite the opposite in fact. She just stared at him for a couple seconds that, to him, had seemed like several eternities and then she did something that he would not have dared to hope for in a million years. She gazed into his eyes seeing so many emotions in them. Full of hope, wanting, lust, but most of all, fear. This information had startled her; she had never known how much he cared.
Bulma just stared at him with those mezmerizingly clear blue pools of crystal. Then, leaning forward, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and kissed him. Long and deep, full of passion, lust, and indescribable relief, she showed him with her kiss all that her words would have failed to do. Too afraid of rejection and humiliation, they both had pent up their feelings for each other, finally letting them loose in one fantastic moment together....
That night had changed everything for him, and he knew, he KNEW that he would not be leaving Earth...leaving her....for anything. They had bonded together and mated as was saiyan custom. He proposed to her only a couple months after that monster Cell was finally destroyed so she could have her Earth wedding and be "legally together" as she had put it. What that meant he didn't know, nor did he care, she was happy with it and he had asked no more questions.
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He finally shook his thoughts from the past and back into the present. Vegeta stared back at the screen and waited to see what she wanted.
"Good morning Veggie-Chan."
He grunted in response to express his annoyance at the nickname, retorting with his own. Whenever he called her onna instead of by her name usually did the trick when he wanted to rile her up. Chuckling to himself, 'I'm not going to let her win this one.'
"And just what do you want onna?" Remembering to put extra emphasis on the word he knew she hated. "Don't you have cleaning to do? Or burning our breakfast like you do every morning?" Smiling back at him she silently decided that he was gonna lose today. "First of all my dear 'prince of all saiyans"she countered, lovingly mocking his title. "You know we have 'bot servants to clean Capsule Corp. and.." she added, stepping aside so he could see a plate complete with black and smoldering remains of breakfast. "I hope you like your toast well done!" She grinned when he groaned at the site of breakfast reduced to ashes. "Don't worry" she giggled, "I'll ask a maid to make you guys breakfast." Vegeta sighed in relief, 'Good, he was hungry.' "Speaking of"..she looked around the GR as much as the computer screen would let her.
"Where's Trunks?"
Trunks, who had been watching with amusement as his parents tried to out do each other in 'their daily sparring session' which happened about everyday, stepped up next to his father so his mother could see him.
"I thought you might want to know Goten called." His eyes lit up.
"Really?? What did he want?" She laughed, "What else does he call for? He wanted to know if you would come over and spar with him. He didn't say why, but I have a feeling that sparing with Goku and Gohan is a bit too much for him." Vegeta rolled his eyes, "How pathetic, that boy needs to train harder." Bulma's eyes brightened even more. "Why Vegeta, what a wonderful idea!" He stared at her as if she was insane, "Onna what are you babbling about?" She grinned at him. "Well, you just said Goten needs to train harder. What better teacher than you? You three can train together." Trunks looked excitedly with wide eyes at his dad. It would be AWESOME being able to train with Goten AND his father! Vegeta looked at his son who was obviously all for it. Sighing he ask, "Do I have a choice?" Bulma gave him a sly smile that only she could pull off and winked at him, "Not really, no." Trunks jumped into the air, "ALRIGHT! This is sooo cool! I can't wait to call Goten and tell him! Ha ha!" He was about to go running to the nearest phone when he heard his mother clear her throat signaling for him to stop and listen to her. "First I want you to go clean yourself up and eat your breakfast, and then you may call Goten." Trunks nodded in agreement, "Cool, thanks mom! Thanks dad, you're the greatest!"
And with that he ran out of the room with lightening speed finding renewed strength despite his body's weariness from his resent sparing session. He almost ran through the door, hopping excitedly from one foot to the other, waiting impatiently for them to automatically open for him, he squeezed through as soon as there was enough room and left them to close behind him with a compressed air sound and metallic click. Vegeta was left standing arms crossed, staring at the spot his son had previously been, with a curious, wide-eyed expression on his face. Had he missed something?
He wasn't sure what the hell just happened, but what he did understand was that Bulma had practically signed him up for babysitting Kakarot's brat. He took his gaze from the doors that Trunks had practically flown through, and back to the visual screen.
Bulma was watching his face, trying to read what his expression meant. 'He wasn't actually angry was he?' She knew that he wasn't exactly thrilled at the thought of training his 'arch rivals' son, but Bulma felt that it would be a better experience for both Trunks and Goten if they were to train together. She knew that Goku meant well, but sometimes when Bulma would go over to visit Chichi, all three of them would be sparring in the yard or fighting in the air above the house while Chichi carefully watched them with a leery eye, just waiting for one of then to "break an arm, or shoot one of their eyes out with one of those dangerous energy beam things" as she would put it when Bulma would try to help her relax and not worry so much. On more than one of these visits, Bulma had noticed that Goku and Gohan tended to occasionally, though not intentionally, leave Goten out of the fight. He would just ball his fists, grit his teeth, and plunge right back into the mass of flying punches and kicks.
They would, of course, join him back in, but once again; they would either overpower the little half saiyan, or start to concentrate on each other more than him. This was why she had 'asked' Vegeta to train him along with Trunks, they would probably both enjoy it more with each others company than not.
She noticed that Vegeta was staring at her with a puzzled look, as if to ask what the heck that was all about. So she gave him a tiny, sheepish smile and lowered her head the tiniest bit, still keeping eye contact with him.
He found this small act to cause an incredibly cute look to grace her facial features, but this was not the time for such thoughts, this was defiantly something he was going to argue against. He wasn't upset, he just wanted an explanation, so he set his tone to stern and questioning, not hard and angry, for once he actually didn't feel like an argument. "So just what the hell was that all about onna?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in the process. Noting from the tone of his voice, and the fact that his facial features only showed confusion and even some humor from Trunks' display, instead of anger, she figured he would be easier to reason with. Not that it would have really mattered any way; her mind was set with this. 'Well, here we go.'
"Oh, c'mon Vegeta, it won't be that bad." He scowled, replying, "Onna, how am I supposed to train to beat Kakarot if I'm stuck babysitting his weakling brat while he trains getting stronger?" Bulma sighed, "Vegeta, you KNOW Goten, he practically lives here.. You've seen him and Trunks sparring, he's good, and he's Trunks' best friend. You never know.. he might surprise you." She finished with a smile. Vegeta just 'hmphed' he knew she was right, Goten wasn't half bad, he was usually able to keep up with Trunks and he took orders well, perhaps it wouldn't be too horrible. As he looked at her, ready to give in once again, he noticed Trunks dash behind her in a blur through the kitchen heading for his room where it was connected with his bathroom to go clean up. He smirked, watching him with amusement, 'maybe this will give the boy some extra incentive to train harder.'
"Fine onna, but you owe me big time for this and don't forget it" he said, smirking suggestively. She flashed another one of her gorgeous smiles, showing him her perfect, pearly white teeth and gave him a sly look, "Oh, don't worry I won't, in fact, I think I can arrange something.." He chuckled at her comment.
Laughing, she said, "Thanks Geta." He grunted again in response to yet another one of her nick names that she had so 'thoughtfully' created for him. 'Well, at least that wasn't as bad as 'Veggie-Chan' he mentally shuddered. He despised that name, and somehow only she could ever get away with calling him that and live to see another day. He let another one of his sexy smirks break into his handsomely chiseled face, nodded to her, pushed the button to close the connection, and headed for the door.
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Bulma clicked the screen off, 'that wasn't so bad.' and Trunks was definitely happy about it. Just as she thought that, Trunks ran into the kitchen fresh and squeaky clean and plopped down at the table, ready to dig into his food that one of the servants had made for him.
He was starving! Boy, was Goten gonna be surprised when he called him! Thinking this, he began to devour his food.
Bulma glanced over at him shoveling his breakfast into his mouth and gasped. "Trunks! Use your table manners!" He looked up at her with his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunks and mumbled, "Sawry moghm" Bulma laughed at him. 'So much like his father' she thought.
As if on cue, Vegeta walked silently into the room and passed them both without saying a word as he headed toward the bedroom he and Bulma shared that was connected to the master bathroom as she sighed at his retreating back. Even though Trunks highly resemble him in looks and attitude, Vegeta was his own mystery. She heard the water turn on and suddenly had an idea cross her genius mind as she glanced at Trunks, who was still stuffing his face in a way that was not at all what she called table manners. She smiled, that would keep him busy for a while, her smile turned more devious as she headed upstairs towards the shower and its occupant.
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A/N: Well, there ya go! Chapter 2, I know not much is happening right now, but even the most uneventful chapters in stories can lead to some sort of connection later in the bigger part of the plot so you just have to wait and see how things turn up! I just have to say thank you for my reviews and hope to see everybody in the next chappy!
^^ Til next time ~Ja ne~!