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... please!
Chapter four:
The prince spent most of the cheerful festivities in a deserted corner where he could observe
activities unnoticed and alone. However his attempts of invisibilty died in vain as Goku subtlely
brought the party to him, slowly edging toward his corner. Vegeta soon found himself surrounded
and unable to break through the barrier of tall martial artists who towered over him. No amount
of rudeness on his part would make them move and in the end he was forced to listen to a heated
conversation over a movie he never heard of and had no intention to see.
Other than useless trivia, he was able to pick up valuable infromation of theirlives between the
small talk and chit chat that he had missed in his absense. He had learned that Krillin and 18
had gotten married and had Marron, who was now a blossoming teen with a tendency to flirt
uncontrolably with any man that struck her fancy. Piccolo had changed little over the years,
greeting the prince with his usual nod as if nothing had happened. Dende had grown up and was now
wise and mature serving as gaurdian of earth. He had also learned that Bulma and Yamcha had
gotten married but divorced shortly afterward and had both been alone since.
Vegeta had no desire to engage in a conversation about his ex-mate's love life. Instead his
thoughts wandered to a time before he and Bulma were together. To a boy who had been so much like
his son, but so different.
Mirai Trunks.
The boy had been so cold to Bulma. He barely spoke to her and clung to Vegeta like a second
shadow. The two together in the same room were like a morbid, dark black hole, consuming all
emotions, making the mood uptight and dull.
Back then no one could understand why, but now, years later, it was obvious. Vegeta was able to
peace together the scattered facts he had left them with. In the Miari world, Vegeta had left
Bulma before the androids came. Miari Vegeta couldn't fight, knowing he would die and leave
Trunks to grow up alone. He spent years training Gohan, Trunks and himself, never staying in one
place for very long. In the end Vegeta died fighting as a true warrior. His last words spoken
to his only son, just barely sixteen at the time, as he slowly slipped from the world and into
the endless slumber of death. Sticken with grief, he felt that his mother should share part of
the blame for his fathers death thinking the prince would have been safer in the secure buildings
of Capsule Corp. Eventually, Gohan brought Trunks home to Bulma where his opinions never changed.
If Vegeta died like Miari Vegeta did, would ihis/i Trunks turn out the same?
iPerhaps its time he learned the truth./i Vegeta leaned against his corner and sighed, i
...and talked to his mother./i he closed his eyes and folded his arms as if he was tring to
sleep with the noise around him.
"Papa?" The prince snapped out of his reverie and grunted to show that his attention had been
captured. "Are you angry with me Papa?"
His demi saiya-jin son looked down at him in concern. He had learned long ago that his father can
appear as tall as he wants when he wants. The short saiya-jin was know to make grown men cry
with his harsh words. He could get into your head, and bring your true flaws and insecurities
into the light and pick at it until it drives you to suicidal depression. Trunks waited for
Vegeta's face twist in anger and rage, followed by one of Vegeta's brutal verbal assualts.
...but surprisingly, the verbal abuse did not come and his voice barely rose above normal, "If
you knew me as well as you thought you wouldn't have to ask me." he shoved his hands into his
pockets. "Do I look angry Trunks?"
"No sir." There was an unsual akward silence between them. Neither of them welcomed it
-----------
Sometime during the celebration, liquor was being steadily poored into glasses and the mood
quickly turned from light-hearted and friendly to comfortable, humorous foolery amoung friends.
Trunks, Goten, Pan and Marron sulked together at the backend of the room, to young to join their
parents.
Pan sat slouched in her seat, arms crossed and face scrunched in a pout. "Look how drunk dad is!"
she growled, "He was supposed to drive me to the mall later!"
Tunks threw Goten a smirk,"Gohan isn't nearly as drunks as your parents though."
Goku's youngest son sat next to his best friend, facing forward in a position similar to Pan's"
The younger demi saiya-jin sent a bone shattering kick to Trunks's shin with the heel of his
boot.
"Like you're one to talk, Tunks. Your father is just as drunk as mine." The boys gaze turned to
the other side of the room. His father was obviously intoxicated. He sat at the edge of the
group as he usually did, shunning himself. However, he had loosened up his attire. His long
leather trench coat and jacket was lost amoung he other forgotten articles on the coat rack. The
first few bottons undone, his sleeves rolled up neatly as one arm hung lazily over the back of
his chair, the other grasping a wine glass. Marron and Pan swooned at the slightly smiling,
flushed expression on his face.The usual sharp corners of his chin and face softend, almost
gving Vegeta the appearance of a boy half his age.
The prince watched the foolery of his peers with a longing to join them. To be accepted as one of
them at long last. A subtor feeling washed over Vegeta as he siped his red wine. Yes, this was
exactly like old times.
____________________________
I appologize for the gap between chapters but I ran out of ideas and lost interest in this fic,
but thats okay because I'm back on track and working toward the next chapter already. This was
really just a chapter to get the ball rolling for future chapters and to explane how the
future world was changed by Vegeta leaving. I know it wasn't that interesting but I had to add
it because I'm thinking of adding F. Trunks to the story. If you like the idea, write it in your
review, if you don't, review any way.
_Gokoi_
Hey, if you want me to add more I want at least 5 new reviews, just a little comment will due.
... please!
Chapter four:
The prince spent most of the cheerful festivities in a deserted corner where he could observe
activities unnoticed and alone. However his attempts of invisibilty died in vain as Goku subtlely
brought the party to him, slowly edging toward his corner. Vegeta soon found himself surrounded
and unable to break through the barrier of tall martial artists who towered over him. No amount
of rudeness on his part would make them move and in the end he was forced to listen to a heated
conversation over a movie he never heard of and had no intention to see.
Other than useless trivia, he was able to pick up valuable infromation of theirlives between the
small talk and chit chat that he had missed in his absense. He had learned that Krillin and 18
had gotten married and had Marron, who was now a blossoming teen with a tendency to flirt
uncontrolably with any man that struck her fancy. Piccolo had changed little over the years,
greeting the prince with his usual nod as if nothing had happened. Dende had grown up and was now
wise and mature serving as gaurdian of earth. He had also learned that Bulma and Yamcha had
gotten married but divorced shortly afterward and had both been alone since.
Vegeta had no desire to engage in a conversation about his ex-mate's love life. Instead his
thoughts wandered to a time before he and Bulma were together. To a boy who had been so much like
his son, but so different.
Mirai Trunks.
The boy had been so cold to Bulma. He barely spoke to her and clung to Vegeta like a second
shadow. The two together in the same room were like a morbid, dark black hole, consuming all
emotions, making the mood uptight and dull.
Back then no one could understand why, but now, years later, it was obvious. Vegeta was able to
peace together the scattered facts he had left them with. In the Miari world, Vegeta had left
Bulma before the androids came. Miari Vegeta couldn't fight, knowing he would die and leave
Trunks to grow up alone. He spent years training Gohan, Trunks and himself, never staying in one
place for very long. In the end Vegeta died fighting as a true warrior. His last words spoken
to his only son, just barely sixteen at the time, as he slowly slipped from the world and into
the endless slumber of death. Sticken with grief, he felt that his mother should share part of
the blame for his fathers death thinking the prince would have been safer in the secure buildings
of Capsule Corp. Eventually, Gohan brought Trunks home to Bulma where his opinions never changed.
If Vegeta died like Miari Vegeta did, would ihis/i Trunks turn out the same?
iPerhaps its time he learned the truth./i Vegeta leaned against his corner and sighed, i
...and talked to his mother./i he closed his eyes and folded his arms as if he was tring to
sleep with the noise around him.
"Papa?" The prince snapped out of his reverie and grunted to show that his attention had been
captured. "Are you angry with me Papa?"
His demi saiya-jin son looked down at him in concern. He had learned long ago that his father can
appear as tall as he wants when he wants. The short saiya-jin was know to make grown men cry
with his harsh words. He could get into your head, and bring your true flaws and insecurities
into the light and pick at it until it drives you to suicidal depression. Trunks waited for
Vegeta's face twist in anger and rage, followed by one of Vegeta's brutal verbal assualts.
...but surprisingly, the verbal abuse did not come and his voice barely rose above normal, "If
you knew me as well as you thought you wouldn't have to ask me." he shoved his hands into his
pockets. "Do I look angry Trunks?"
"No sir." There was an unsual akward silence between them. Neither of them welcomed it
-----------
Sometime during the celebration, liquor was being steadily poored into glasses and the mood
quickly turned from light-hearted and friendly to comfortable, humorous foolery amoung friends.
Trunks, Goten, Pan and Marron sulked together at the backend of the room, to young to join their
parents.
Pan sat slouched in her seat, arms crossed and face scrunched in a pout. "Look how drunk dad is!"
she growled, "He was supposed to drive me to the mall later!"
Tunks threw Goten a smirk,"Gohan isn't nearly as drunks as your parents though."
Goku's youngest son sat next to his best friend, facing forward in a position similar to Pan's"
The younger demi saiya-jin sent a bone shattering kick to Trunks's shin with the heel of his
boot.
"Like you're one to talk, Tunks. Your father is just as drunk as mine." The boys gaze turned to
the other side of the room. His father was obviously intoxicated. He sat at the edge of the
group as he usually did, shunning himself. However, he had loosened up his attire. His long
leather trench coat and jacket was lost amoung he other forgotten articles on the coat rack. The
first few bottons undone, his sleeves rolled up neatly as one arm hung lazily over the back of
his chair, the other grasping a wine glass. Marron and Pan swooned at the slightly smiling,
flushed expression on his face.The usual sharp corners of his chin and face softend, almost
gving Vegeta the appearance of a boy half his age.
The prince watched the foolery of his peers with a longing to join them. To be accepted as one of
them at long last. A subtor feeling washed over Vegeta as he siped his red wine. Yes, this was
exactly like old times.
____________________________
I appologize for the gap between chapters but I ran out of ideas and lost interest in this fic,
but thats okay because I'm back on track and working toward the next chapter already. This was
really just a chapter to get the ball rolling for future chapters and to explane how the
future world was changed by Vegeta leaving. I know it wasn't that interesting but I had to add
it because I'm thinking of adding F. Trunks to the story. If you like the idea, write it in your
review, if you don't, review any way.
_Gokoi_