A/N: Hey all ya people! Ain't it something? I've had an entire week of for
Thanksgiving and I wait until the last day to update. Well, at least I DID
update right? Hope you like this next chapter! R&R peoples! And Happy
Thanksgiving!!
Dictionary:
Hai -Yes
Nani - What
Disclaimer: Almost forgot this, but not that I think it'd matter. I don't own DBZ, but I do write fanfiction about it and will until I find something better to do in my spare time. (The little that I have.)
CHAPTER 16 : Niotulover!! The truth of Lurasia's family!!
"Trunks-kun?" called Bulma, confused as she walked into the empty room. That was strange. She usually couldn't even wake him up on time. There was next to no chance he'd woken up early.
"What's up Kaasan?" asked Bra, following behind her.
"Trunks-kun is gone. Where do you think he went?" she said, panic in her voice. Bra looked like she was going to burst with joy.
"Hai!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Bra! What are you-"
"He did it!"
"Did what?" she asked bewildered.
"He went to Goten's! He and Goten are friends again!" Bulma just stared as Bra continued to dance around the room.
~~~~~~
"Vegeta-sama?"
"Yes," he grumbled, annoyed at being bothered while training.
"We need you and you the prince immediately. It's urgent."
"Nani?"
"The family from Surgarai, they have made an announcement."
"Humph. So what?"
"They have declared Niotulover." That made Vegeta stop in mid-kick.
"Oh really?" he smirked," Well, we'll just see about that. Find Vegeta. We'll see about this."
~~~~
"What do you mean you don't know where he is?"
"I TOLD YOU VEGETA! I! DON'T! KNOW!"
"He's at Goten's!" piped up Bra. Vegeta turned to her.
"Are you sure?" he asked in a calmer voice to her. She nodded,
"He went to go make up with Goten 'cuz they had a fight."
"Well then, I'll just have to go get him myself. Usually I'd send someone else, but this is important. I can't trust these imbeciles to go faster than snails. "
"What is it Vegeta?" asked Bulma," What's wrong?"
"One of the Saiyan Elites. He's from the Surgarian family. He wants to have a Noitulover." Bra gasped,
"No way! Why? I thought they were friends." Vegeta snorted,
"There is no such thing as friends among the Saiyans. You can't trust anyone." Bulma stared, not understanding what a Noitulover was.
"Vegeta...what-"
"It probably won't be much of a problem. I'll have to get the details later," he said, brushing her off. With that, he turned to leave.
~~~~
Trunks woke as he felt someone shaking him hard.
"Trunks-kun," said Goten, "Get up! Now!" He moaned, rolling back over and wrapping the blanket over his head. Goten sighed, grabbing it and pulling it back. "Trunks! Come on! It's your dad! He's here!"
That was all it took to get Trunks jumping out of bed. Damn'. He should have known his father would realize he was gone. Now he was really gonna get it.
He and Goten hurried downstairs. There stood Vegeta, waiting for him, with a very unhappy-looking face.
"What are you doing over here?" he asked, glaring at him.
''I...um...uh," Trunks stuttered, trying to think of an explanation.
"Don't you know you are not to leave without permission!?" he yelled.
"Vegeta-san-," said Goku, attempting to calm the Saiyan prince.
"Stay out of this Kakkorot!" he yelled. Then to Trunks, "Normally kisama, I'd have your head. But we have something to take care of first."
"Nani?" he asked.
"Those Surgarians are challenging us to Noitulover." Trunks stared in disbelief.
'Not Lurasia,' he thought, 'Her and her father...No. She wouldn't.' He asked,"Are you sure it's them?"
"Of course I'm sure! Baka! I knew they were up to something the minute Durk (AN: Lurasia's father) started talking to my father."
Goten, not really knowing what a Noitulover was but knowing it was about the Surgarai, knew something was wrong.
*Trunks-kun,* he said, *What's going on?*
*Gohan will know,* he said, *I don't have time to explain right now. I have to go.*
"Ja Matte," he said to the Sons, as he and Vegeta flew off to meet the Surgarians.
~~~~~
"So," asked Vegeta," you really want to bet your life and the life of your family that you and your half-breed daughter are stronger than me and my son?" Durk nodded,
"Yes. At least her other half is a powerful species. At least stronger than humans." Vegeta scowled,
"What do you mean?"
"I know from a very reliable source that your son is also a half-breed. A human and Saiyan hybrid."
"Oh really?" he asked, trying to bluff," Where would you here something like that?"
'Uh, oh,' thought Trunks, 'I'm in such deep-"
"My daughter. She was talking and had a very interesting conversation - with your son."
'Damn,' thought Trunks, 'How could she have done this to me? I thought I could trust her! That little bitc-'
"Would you like to know what else she told me?"
"Not particularly," smirked Vegeta, "Now when would you like to have this event. I hope soon."
"This afternoon," he smirked, "Hope you'll be ready."
"Don't worry," growled Vegeta, glaring at Trunks," We will."
~~~~~~
Trunks stood still, facing the floor as Vegeta paced back and forth before him. He could feel the heat of anger radiating off of him.
"Did I not," he said,'' tell you that you were to tell NO ONE of your being human?" Trunks said nothing, continuing to look down in shame. Why had he done it? How could he have been so stupid, careless, and naive? Now his father surely hated him. He now knew it was hopeless to try to earn his approval now.
"You are a disgrace," he spat. Trunks cringed as his father muttered those cruel, hate filled words.
"I'm sorry," he said," I didn't think-"
"Of course you didn't think! You never do!"
"Vegeta!" scold Bulma.
"Quite woman! I have no time for you!" There was a moment of pause, as Vegeta seemed to be resisting the urge to beat him senseless. Trunks wouldn't blame him if he did. This time, he felt, he deserved it.
"Normally, I'd beat your head in. But there's no time for that now, so it'll have to wait. We need to prepare for this fight."
"But won't it be easy?" Trunks asked. "Surely this couldn't be too much of a challenge."
"Kisama. They would not have challenged us if they didn't know that they had at least a half chance at winning." Trunks nodded, realizing the logic of it. "Come on boy," he said," We should begin warming up. The fight will begin in two hours." Trunks stood to follow as Bulma interrupted.
"Vegeta, no. Chichi, Videl, and I have all been talking. We're going back home. Now is the best time to leave. Bra's told me about this Noitulover business and I'm not taking the chance that my family isn't coming home!"
"Fine. Then leave. I'll stay here with the brat."
"Oh no your not!" she said," Trunks is coming home too."
"He has to stay!" yelled Vegeta.
"I don't care to listen to your Saiyan pride talk again! You've been out of control since we got here. If you want to stay, fine! But Trunks is coming home with me."
The room was filled with a silent tension. Trunks knew if he left, his father might as well give up the throne. There would be no prince to battle. Underneath that, Trunks felt a ripple at his pride. Did his mom not think he could this? Did she not think he was a capable fighter? Did she think he was a still a little kid who couldn't take care of himself? He made a hasty decision.
"Kaasan," he said," I want to stay here. At least until this is over." She looked at him like he was crazy.
"Trunks-kun, you could get killed! Don't let your father talk you into this!"
"I'm not doing this for him," he reassured her," This is something I have to do." Bulma sighed, knowing it was pointless. Trunks was just as stubborn as she was.
"Fine," she said finally, "If that's what you want. But promise me that when you win you'll come home." Trunks smiled.
"Of course Kaasan. I promise."
~~~
"Your really going to stay here?" asked Bra as she and Trunks made their way to Goten's.
"Yes," said Trunks, "I have to."
"But why?" she asked," What if you get hurt?" Trunks gave her a reassuring smile.
"It doesn't matter. I will win." They flew in silence for a while.
"Niisan?" Bra asked, "Are you afraid to die?" Trunks stared at her, surprised at the question. He thought about it for a minute.
"No. Not really," he said, telling the truth.
"Why not?"
"It's something all fighters must learn," he told her, "Something we have to accept. That there is always the possibility that we could die. That it's not important. We will all die eventually. It is what we do while we are alive that is important." She nodded.
"I suppose," she said as they landed out side the Son house. Before they got inside, Goten burst out.
"Trunks!" he exclaimed, "We're going home! Isn't that great?"
"Yeah, "Trunks said.
" 'Cept Niisan isn't coming," said Bra.
"Huh?" asked Goten, "Why? Trunks, that's not true is it?"
"I'm coming back," he said, "just not now."
"He has to fight with Tousan in the Noitulover."
"Oh that. Yeah, Goten was telling me about it," he said, then, remembering what it was, "Trunks! You can't fight in that! You could get killed!"
"Hey," said Trunks, "Don't you trust me?" Before Goten could answer, Gohan and Pan came outside. Gohan, having overheard the conversation asked,
"So, your confident you and Vegeta can beat them?"
"Yes," he said, his conscience nagging at him that he should be back at the palace preparing for the match.
"I just came to say 'bye'. I should be back home right now. Otousan's mad enough, no need to make him more angry at me."
"Ja Matte," said Pan, "Lotsa luck."
"Yeah," said Gohan, "Ja ne."
Waving back to his friends, Trunks turned and flew off. Already preparing mental to compete in the most important match of his life. It would mean the difference between life and death. At least he wouldn't have to worry about his Kaasan and Bra. With any luck they'd be long gone by the time the fights were over. Trunks took comfort in that knowledge. Actually, now that he considered it, he was rather looking forward to this battle. Now all he had to do was live though it.
A/N : Ooo. It's finally time for the match! We're nearing the end of the story and I'll bet you just can't wait to see what's going to happen next? A little? At all? Well I hope you're at least a little curious. Remember to R&R! Ja!
Dictionary:
Hai -Yes
Nani - What
Disclaimer: Almost forgot this, but not that I think it'd matter. I don't own DBZ, but I do write fanfiction about it and will until I find something better to do in my spare time. (The little that I have.)
CHAPTER 16 : Niotulover!! The truth of Lurasia's family!!
"Trunks-kun?" called Bulma, confused as she walked into the empty room. That was strange. She usually couldn't even wake him up on time. There was next to no chance he'd woken up early.
"What's up Kaasan?" asked Bra, following behind her.
"Trunks-kun is gone. Where do you think he went?" she said, panic in her voice. Bra looked like she was going to burst with joy.
"Hai!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Bra! What are you-"
"He did it!"
"Did what?" she asked bewildered.
"He went to Goten's! He and Goten are friends again!" Bulma just stared as Bra continued to dance around the room.
~~~~~~
"Vegeta-sama?"
"Yes," he grumbled, annoyed at being bothered while training.
"We need you and you the prince immediately. It's urgent."
"Nani?"
"The family from Surgarai, they have made an announcement."
"Humph. So what?"
"They have declared Niotulover." That made Vegeta stop in mid-kick.
"Oh really?" he smirked," Well, we'll just see about that. Find Vegeta. We'll see about this."
~~~~
"What do you mean you don't know where he is?"
"I TOLD YOU VEGETA! I! DON'T! KNOW!"
"He's at Goten's!" piped up Bra. Vegeta turned to her.
"Are you sure?" he asked in a calmer voice to her. She nodded,
"He went to go make up with Goten 'cuz they had a fight."
"Well then, I'll just have to go get him myself. Usually I'd send someone else, but this is important. I can't trust these imbeciles to go faster than snails. "
"What is it Vegeta?" asked Bulma," What's wrong?"
"One of the Saiyan Elites. He's from the Surgarian family. He wants to have a Noitulover." Bra gasped,
"No way! Why? I thought they were friends." Vegeta snorted,
"There is no such thing as friends among the Saiyans. You can't trust anyone." Bulma stared, not understanding what a Noitulover was.
"Vegeta...what-"
"It probably won't be much of a problem. I'll have to get the details later," he said, brushing her off. With that, he turned to leave.
~~~~
Trunks woke as he felt someone shaking him hard.
"Trunks-kun," said Goten, "Get up! Now!" He moaned, rolling back over and wrapping the blanket over his head. Goten sighed, grabbing it and pulling it back. "Trunks! Come on! It's your dad! He's here!"
That was all it took to get Trunks jumping out of bed. Damn'. He should have known his father would realize he was gone. Now he was really gonna get it.
He and Goten hurried downstairs. There stood Vegeta, waiting for him, with a very unhappy-looking face.
"What are you doing over here?" he asked, glaring at him.
''I...um...uh," Trunks stuttered, trying to think of an explanation.
"Don't you know you are not to leave without permission!?" he yelled.
"Vegeta-san-," said Goku, attempting to calm the Saiyan prince.
"Stay out of this Kakkorot!" he yelled. Then to Trunks, "Normally kisama, I'd have your head. But we have something to take care of first."
"Nani?" he asked.
"Those Surgarians are challenging us to Noitulover." Trunks stared in disbelief.
'Not Lurasia,' he thought, 'Her and her father...No. She wouldn't.' He asked,"Are you sure it's them?"
"Of course I'm sure! Baka! I knew they were up to something the minute Durk (AN: Lurasia's father) started talking to my father."
Goten, not really knowing what a Noitulover was but knowing it was about the Surgarai, knew something was wrong.
*Trunks-kun,* he said, *What's going on?*
*Gohan will know,* he said, *I don't have time to explain right now. I have to go.*
"Ja Matte," he said to the Sons, as he and Vegeta flew off to meet the Surgarians.
~~~~~
"So," asked Vegeta," you really want to bet your life and the life of your family that you and your half-breed daughter are stronger than me and my son?" Durk nodded,
"Yes. At least her other half is a powerful species. At least stronger than humans." Vegeta scowled,
"What do you mean?"
"I know from a very reliable source that your son is also a half-breed. A human and Saiyan hybrid."
"Oh really?" he asked, trying to bluff," Where would you here something like that?"
'Uh, oh,' thought Trunks, 'I'm in such deep-"
"My daughter. She was talking and had a very interesting conversation - with your son."
'Damn,' thought Trunks, 'How could she have done this to me? I thought I could trust her! That little bitc-'
"Would you like to know what else she told me?"
"Not particularly," smirked Vegeta, "Now when would you like to have this event. I hope soon."
"This afternoon," he smirked, "Hope you'll be ready."
"Don't worry," growled Vegeta, glaring at Trunks," We will."
~~~~~~
Trunks stood still, facing the floor as Vegeta paced back and forth before him. He could feel the heat of anger radiating off of him.
"Did I not," he said,'' tell you that you were to tell NO ONE of your being human?" Trunks said nothing, continuing to look down in shame. Why had he done it? How could he have been so stupid, careless, and naive? Now his father surely hated him. He now knew it was hopeless to try to earn his approval now.
"You are a disgrace," he spat. Trunks cringed as his father muttered those cruel, hate filled words.
"I'm sorry," he said," I didn't think-"
"Of course you didn't think! You never do!"
"Vegeta!" scold Bulma.
"Quite woman! I have no time for you!" There was a moment of pause, as Vegeta seemed to be resisting the urge to beat him senseless. Trunks wouldn't blame him if he did. This time, he felt, he deserved it.
"Normally, I'd beat your head in. But there's no time for that now, so it'll have to wait. We need to prepare for this fight."
"But won't it be easy?" Trunks asked. "Surely this couldn't be too much of a challenge."
"Kisama. They would not have challenged us if they didn't know that they had at least a half chance at winning." Trunks nodded, realizing the logic of it. "Come on boy," he said," We should begin warming up. The fight will begin in two hours." Trunks stood to follow as Bulma interrupted.
"Vegeta, no. Chichi, Videl, and I have all been talking. We're going back home. Now is the best time to leave. Bra's told me about this Noitulover business and I'm not taking the chance that my family isn't coming home!"
"Fine. Then leave. I'll stay here with the brat."
"Oh no your not!" she said," Trunks is coming home too."
"He has to stay!" yelled Vegeta.
"I don't care to listen to your Saiyan pride talk again! You've been out of control since we got here. If you want to stay, fine! But Trunks is coming home with me."
The room was filled with a silent tension. Trunks knew if he left, his father might as well give up the throne. There would be no prince to battle. Underneath that, Trunks felt a ripple at his pride. Did his mom not think he could this? Did she not think he was a capable fighter? Did she think he was a still a little kid who couldn't take care of himself? He made a hasty decision.
"Kaasan," he said," I want to stay here. At least until this is over." She looked at him like he was crazy.
"Trunks-kun, you could get killed! Don't let your father talk you into this!"
"I'm not doing this for him," he reassured her," This is something I have to do." Bulma sighed, knowing it was pointless. Trunks was just as stubborn as she was.
"Fine," she said finally, "If that's what you want. But promise me that when you win you'll come home." Trunks smiled.
"Of course Kaasan. I promise."
~~~
"Your really going to stay here?" asked Bra as she and Trunks made their way to Goten's.
"Yes," said Trunks, "I have to."
"But why?" she asked," What if you get hurt?" Trunks gave her a reassuring smile.
"It doesn't matter. I will win." They flew in silence for a while.
"Niisan?" Bra asked, "Are you afraid to die?" Trunks stared at her, surprised at the question. He thought about it for a minute.
"No. Not really," he said, telling the truth.
"Why not?"
"It's something all fighters must learn," he told her, "Something we have to accept. That there is always the possibility that we could die. That it's not important. We will all die eventually. It is what we do while we are alive that is important." She nodded.
"I suppose," she said as they landed out side the Son house. Before they got inside, Goten burst out.
"Trunks!" he exclaimed, "We're going home! Isn't that great?"
"Yeah, "Trunks said.
" 'Cept Niisan isn't coming," said Bra.
"Huh?" asked Goten, "Why? Trunks, that's not true is it?"
"I'm coming back," he said, "just not now."
"He has to fight with Tousan in the Noitulover."
"Oh that. Yeah, Goten was telling me about it," he said, then, remembering what it was, "Trunks! You can't fight in that! You could get killed!"
"Hey," said Trunks, "Don't you trust me?" Before Goten could answer, Gohan and Pan came outside. Gohan, having overheard the conversation asked,
"So, your confident you and Vegeta can beat them?"
"Yes," he said, his conscience nagging at him that he should be back at the palace preparing for the match.
"I just came to say 'bye'. I should be back home right now. Otousan's mad enough, no need to make him more angry at me."
"Ja Matte," said Pan, "Lotsa luck."
"Yeah," said Gohan, "Ja ne."
Waving back to his friends, Trunks turned and flew off. Already preparing mental to compete in the most important match of his life. It would mean the difference between life and death. At least he wouldn't have to worry about his Kaasan and Bra. With any luck they'd be long gone by the time the fights were over. Trunks took comfort in that knowledge. Actually, now that he considered it, he was rather looking forward to this battle. Now all he had to do was live though it.
A/N : Ooo. It's finally time for the match! We're nearing the end of the story and I'll bet you just can't wait to see what's going to happen next? A little? At all? Well I hope you're at least a little curious. Remember to R&R! Ja!