A/N : Well, I had this idea running around so now I'm getting down and
writing it. I know you've heard and seen stories like this before, but I'm
hoping this one's different from the rest. I think it is. This one focuses
mainly on Trunks and how it would be if he ever had to accually take on the
role as the Saiyan Prince. Please R&R! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Is that clear? Good.
CHOICES OF A WARRIOR
PROLOUGE
"Vegeta dear," Bulma said, "Get up."
" Mmm...uh.."
The Saiyan Prince stirred slightly in his sleep.
"Vegeta! Get up!"
He rolled over and looked at the clock on the bedside table.
" It's 3 o'clock in the morning woman," he said.
"I know but Trunks is crying."
"So?''
"So go do something about it!"
He turned to look at her.
" Why me?"
"Because I said so !"
" You always take care of the brat, so why is tonight any different? I told you he's not my problem!"
Bulma gave him one of her trademark glares. "He's your son Vegeta. Don't those words mean anything to you?"
" Yeah, that he's my brat."
She sighed, "You'll never change Vegeta. You'll never change...."
15 YEARS LATER......
"Tousan, wake up!"
Vegeta groaned, hearing his 8 year old daughter's voice so early in the morning. Sitting up he saw her entering his room and jumping on the bed.
"Where's your mother," he said, noticing Bulma wasn't in the bed with him.
"She's waking up Trunks-kun," she said," Remember? We're going to Pan- chan's house for the party!"
' Yes,' Vegeta remembered, 'the party'. Once in awhile, Kakkorot and his friends would have an all day celebration at his house. Vegeta absolutely hated to go, but Bulma always made him go anyway.
Bra, on the other hand, looked completely delighted by the event. " I can't wait to get there. Marron and Pan and me are gonna play all day! And we get to eat a lot too!"
"Well, I suppose that's one good thing about it, food, " Vegeta grumbled. Just then, Bulma came in the room.
" It's about time you woke up Vegeta. Get dressed and let's move it. NOW!"
15 MINUTES LATER....
" I don't know why you always insist on wearing your training clothes everywhere we go." Bulma said to Vegeta.
"What I choose to wear is none of your concern woman." he said.
"Fine," she sighed,"But don't call me woman!" Vegeta leaned back in the passenger seat of the car.
"Kaasan, are we there yet?" Bra complained.
"Not yet," she said.
Bra slumped down in her seat. " Man, this is taking too long. Why couldn't we just fly there?"
"Calm down Bra-chan," said Trunks," We'll be there soon."
" I can't wait to see Marron and Pan-chan. This is gonna be a blast. Chichi- san makes the best food and I love to watch you guys fight."
Trunks smiled," If you love to watch us so much why don't you ever train with us?"
"Are you kidding? Fighting's a guy thing. I don't like getting all sweaty and dirty."
"Pan-chan trains, she's a girl."
"Yeah, but she's weird. And she gets in a bad mood a lot. I don't wanna fight if it makes you so grouchy."
Trunks laughed, "Well, you could fight well if you tried."
" Yeah, but you wouldn't want me to. I'd kick your butt."
"You, please," he laughed. Bra giggled.
Vegeta turned to face them. "You should be training. You are Saiyan. It's in your blood. If we we're back on Veijita-sei you'd ....''
"Shut up and turn around," Bulma said. "We've all heard that speech enough times. 'If we were back on Veijita-sei you'd train everyday.'"
" Yeah,"said Bra," 'And if we weren't the best fighters on the planet'...."
"..'we'd be a disgrace to the royal family bloodline'," Trunks finished.
Vegeta scowled. " Yes, that's right brat,'' he said looking at Trunks,"You would be."
Trunks growled, "What 's that supposed to mean?"
" It means that you should be spending more time training and less time fooling around with those obnoxious friends of yours."
"Well, we're not on Veijita-sei so I don't see what the point is."
"It's tradition. It's respect for your heritage, boy! I believe you have that on this planet. If I were to ever be back on Veijita-sei you'd be an embarrassment."
"Well if we ever happen to go there I'll be sure to kick your ass in front of everyone so you'll be proud," he said sarcastically.
"Kisama! I..."
"Oh hush up you two. We're here already. For once, try to not fight ALL day. Please?" Bulma said. The father and son glared at each other in silence.
"Please Tousan," said Bra, "You and Niisan stop fighting. Please." He turned to look at her. She pleaded him with her inherited sad-puppy- face. Without another word, he 'humped' and turned around in silence.
A/N : I know that was short, but there's another chapter! This was a prolouge! Please read on!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Is that clear? Good.
CHOICES OF A WARRIOR
PROLOUGE
"Vegeta dear," Bulma said, "Get up."
" Mmm...uh.."
The Saiyan Prince stirred slightly in his sleep.
"Vegeta! Get up!"
He rolled over and looked at the clock on the bedside table.
" It's 3 o'clock in the morning woman," he said.
"I know but Trunks is crying."
"So?''
"So go do something about it!"
He turned to look at her.
" Why me?"
"Because I said so !"
" You always take care of the brat, so why is tonight any different? I told you he's not my problem!"
Bulma gave him one of her trademark glares. "He's your son Vegeta. Don't those words mean anything to you?"
" Yeah, that he's my brat."
She sighed, "You'll never change Vegeta. You'll never change...."
15 YEARS LATER......
"Tousan, wake up!"
Vegeta groaned, hearing his 8 year old daughter's voice so early in the morning. Sitting up he saw her entering his room and jumping on the bed.
"Where's your mother," he said, noticing Bulma wasn't in the bed with him.
"She's waking up Trunks-kun," she said," Remember? We're going to Pan- chan's house for the party!"
' Yes,' Vegeta remembered, 'the party'. Once in awhile, Kakkorot and his friends would have an all day celebration at his house. Vegeta absolutely hated to go, but Bulma always made him go anyway.
Bra, on the other hand, looked completely delighted by the event. " I can't wait to get there. Marron and Pan and me are gonna play all day! And we get to eat a lot too!"
"Well, I suppose that's one good thing about it, food, " Vegeta grumbled. Just then, Bulma came in the room.
" It's about time you woke up Vegeta. Get dressed and let's move it. NOW!"
15 MINUTES LATER....
" I don't know why you always insist on wearing your training clothes everywhere we go." Bulma said to Vegeta.
"What I choose to wear is none of your concern woman." he said.
"Fine," she sighed,"But don't call me woman!" Vegeta leaned back in the passenger seat of the car.
"Kaasan, are we there yet?" Bra complained.
"Not yet," she said.
Bra slumped down in her seat. " Man, this is taking too long. Why couldn't we just fly there?"
"Calm down Bra-chan," said Trunks," We'll be there soon."
" I can't wait to see Marron and Pan-chan. This is gonna be a blast. Chichi- san makes the best food and I love to watch you guys fight."
Trunks smiled," If you love to watch us so much why don't you ever train with us?"
"Are you kidding? Fighting's a guy thing. I don't like getting all sweaty and dirty."
"Pan-chan trains, she's a girl."
"Yeah, but she's weird. And she gets in a bad mood a lot. I don't wanna fight if it makes you so grouchy."
Trunks laughed, "Well, you could fight well if you tried."
" Yeah, but you wouldn't want me to. I'd kick your butt."
"You, please," he laughed. Bra giggled.
Vegeta turned to face them. "You should be training. You are Saiyan. It's in your blood. If we we're back on Veijita-sei you'd ....''
"Shut up and turn around," Bulma said. "We've all heard that speech enough times. 'If we were back on Veijita-sei you'd train everyday.'"
" Yeah,"said Bra," 'And if we weren't the best fighters on the planet'...."
"..'we'd be a disgrace to the royal family bloodline'," Trunks finished.
Vegeta scowled. " Yes, that's right brat,'' he said looking at Trunks,"You would be."
Trunks growled, "What 's that supposed to mean?"
" It means that you should be spending more time training and less time fooling around with those obnoxious friends of yours."
"Well, we're not on Veijita-sei so I don't see what the point is."
"It's tradition. It's respect for your heritage, boy! I believe you have that on this planet. If I were to ever be back on Veijita-sei you'd be an embarrassment."
"Well if we ever happen to go there I'll be sure to kick your ass in front of everyone so you'll be proud," he said sarcastically.
"Kisama! I..."
"Oh hush up you two. We're here already. For once, try to not fight ALL day. Please?" Bulma said. The father and son glared at each other in silence.
"Please Tousan," said Bra, "You and Niisan stop fighting. Please." He turned to look at her. She pleaded him with her inherited sad-puppy- face. Without another word, he 'humped' and turned around in silence.
A/N : I know that was short, but there's another chapter! This was a prolouge! Please read on!