In the Eyes of a Hunter
Written by: Mandy and Jennifer
Chapter 2 - Trouble for Trunks
Disclaimer - We do not own any of the DBZ characters. Yet, any new characters that we have made to fit the story are ours, and part of In the Eyes of a Hunter. Thank you!
Trunks opened the front door and stepped outside with Goten next to him. "Thanks for letting me stay here for the night, Goten."
"No problem, bro. You know you can stay here anytime. Besides, we were both so tired last night I don't think you could have made it home without falling asleep in mid-air." He laughed.
Trunks stopped suddenly as the smile faded from his face. "Oh no."
"What is it?"
"Ah!!" Trunks shouted at himself and slapped his forehead. "I completely forgot that I had told Dad I'd come home last night. Man! He's going to kill me!"
Goten glanced down. "Eee.." He looked back up with a grin on his face and put a hand on Trunks shoulder. "Don't worry. The pain won't last that long." He said with a laugh.
"Gee, thanks for the comfort." He replied sarcastically and pushed Goten's arm away. "I better get home now. Maybe I'll get lucky and he won't even notice." He suggested with a half smile.
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Trunks kept his ki low, raising it just enough to get him in the air in an attempt to keep his father from sensing him. It took him three times as long to get back to Capsule Corp. from Goten's house as it usually did because he was going so slowly. As he reached the balcony from his bedroom, he powered down completely, falling from the air. He grabbed a bar from the balcony railing and climbed up, landing quietly on the platform. He opened the sliding glass door to his room, stepped inside through the curtains and turned around, closing the door slowly and quietly. He whispered to himself, "Whew, good." He spun around and crashed right into someone, falling to the floor, stunned.
Vegeta glared down at his son with his arms crossed. "Where have you been, boy?" he demanded.
Trunks blinked and looked up. "Uhh."
He leaned down and grabbed Trunks by his shirt, yanking him up off the ground. "I asked you a question! As I recall, you told me you would be coming home last night."
Trunks held his breath for a moment, then exhaled. "I. I'm sorry. I forgot."
"That's no excuse!" he shouted as he let go of Trunks' shirt roughly with a slight shove.
Trunks looked back up at Vegeta in anger. "What's the big deal? It's not like I couldn't take care of myself if something happened! I'm not even--- "
Vegeta backhanded him harshly on instinct. "Don't talk back to me, boy! That's not the point!"
The young Saiyan staggered backwards and fell against the wall, putting his hand up to his face and shutting his eyes.
"When you tell me you're going to do something, you darn well better do it!" he continued.
Trunks lowered his hand and looked down at the floor, muttering, "Yes, sir."
"That's better." Vegeta finished in a dangerous tone as he turned around and left.
"Well, that could have gone over a little smoother." Trunks sighed and pushed himself off the wall. He left his room and headed down the hallway towards Bra's room. He knocked lightly on her closed door. "Bra, you in there?"
"Yeah, come on in." she answered from inside the room.
He opened the door and stepped in.
Bra looked up at him from the bed. "What's up?" she asked with a smile.
Trunks walked across the room and sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall and folding his hands behind his head casually. "Do you know of anything that might have put Dad in a bad mood today?"
Bra glanced down into her lap. "Well." she trailed off and looked back up at him. "I think it's because I'm not going to train anymore."
Trunks raised his eyebrows in slight surprise. "You're not? When did this come up?"
"Last night.' She answered simply.
"Oh." He looked down. "Why did you want to stop?" Man, now I'm kinda glad I did stay at Goten's.
Bra shrugged a little. "Well, Mom said that she was worried that I'd get hurt. She said I didn't have to keep doing it if I didn't want to. I'm just not sure that I really liked the training like you do."
"Mm. So how many G's did you get to?" he asked casually while staring up at the ceiling.
"I got to 100 last night." She answered while pulling her legs up to her, in an Indian-style position, and holding her ankles.
Trunks laughed quietly and closed his eyes. "Hmm, that's not bad. I was at 150 when I turned Super Saiyan, ya know." He added with a proud smile.
Bra rolled her eyes. "Yes, I know that. You've told me a thousand times." She replied with a annoyed sigh.
Trunks chuckled and opened his eyes to look at her. "Well, I'm going to head downstairs now." He got up from the floor and looked back at her. "You just going to stay in your room all day?"
Bra sighed and glanced around. "Yeah, I think so. For now, anyway." She flopped over on her back and let her legs dangle off the side of the bed.
He shrugged. "Well ok. I'm getting hungry, so I'm going go find something to eat. See ya." He said with a wave as he left.
Bra lazily raised her arm in the air as a wave and sighed boredly. "All right. See ya." She said with a drag to her voice and dropped her arm back onto the bed, closing her eyes.
Trunks walked down the hallway trying to think of what he wanted to eat. His stomach growled loudly and he put a hand on it with a helpless expression. Suddenly a smile formed on his face. "That's it!" he exclaimed, remembering the leftover chicken and rice in the refrigerator.
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Bulma sat stiffly at the kitchen table reading the newspaper.
"Woman, I'm hungry!" Vegeta suddenly shouted from the living room.
Bulma's eyes fluttered briefly in startled annoyance as she ignored him.
"Woman!" he called again.
A minute passed with no response.
Vegeta then appeared in the doorway to the kitchen with his fists clenched loosely at his sides. "Woman, did you hear me?"
She turned her head slightly as she turned the page of the paper, making sure to rustle it loudly as she flipped it up.
"Stop ignoring me, woman!" he shouted and slammed his fist on the table.
Bulma continued scanning over the paper with an expression that showed she was calm but on the verge of an outburst. She spoke with a controlled voice. "There's no need to yell, Vegeta. I can hear you just fine." She turned the next page.
Vegeta ripped the paper out of her hands, wadding it up into a little ball, and threw it out the kitchen doorway.
Trunks walked into the kitchen and stopped abruptly, almost losing his balance, as a black and white blur flew past his face.
Vegeta put his hands on the table directly in front of her, glaring down at her and growling low in his throat with clenched teeth.
Bulma stared up at him with her eyebrows lowered in anger. "Don't even start with me, Vegeta!" She got up from her chair and walked over to the refrigerator, opening the door and leaning in. She straightened up a minute later with a water bottle in her hand and closed the refrigerator door with her foot as she brushed past Vegeta towards the counter, leaning against it. She took a long sip of water and turned her head to the side, loosely crossing her arms.
Vegeta stared at her as she did all this; his impatience was growing by the second. He threw his hands up in the air. "Agh! This is ridiculous! You- --"
"Yes, Vegeta!" Bulma interrupted him with a shout. "This *is* ridiculous! It's ridiculous because you just didn't want to hear why it was so important to me for Bra to stop training!" She slammed her water bottle on the counter behind her, causing water to slosh out and onto the countertop.
Vegeta blinked, surprised from her sudden burst of anger. He quickly regained his composure and narrowed his eyes in his own anger. "Oh, and I suppose YOU cared about MY opinion?" he shot back at her.
Trunks stood in the doorway watching the argument between his parents grow in intensity with every breath they took. He sweat-dropped and debated in his mind whether he should try to go for the refrigerator now or wait.
"Bra shouldn't have to fight!" Bulma finally yelled back at the enraged Saiyan Prince. "She's a little girl and I want her to live long enough to grow into a young lady! Is it so wrong for me to want my daughter to have a future?"
Trunks took a deep, preparing breath and started making his way across the kitchen slowly towards the refrigerator, hoping not to be noticed by the bickering couple.
Bulma looked up as Trunks walked through the room and reached over, grabbing his arm and pulling him over between herself and Vegeta, whose eyes shifted at the sudden presence of his son. "Trunks, what do you think about this? Doesn't it seem right that Bra should be able to decide how she wants her life to be?" Bulma asked forcefully, crossing her arms and staring at him.
Trunks stood between his parents, glancing from one to the other nervously. He already wasn't on his dad's good side and this wasn't helping things. I'm so stupid! I just *had* to come in here now, didn't I?? " Uh, well, umm." he stammered. I think since it's Bra's life, she should be able to decide for herself. I---" he stopped suddenly when he saw Vegeta's eyes flare as he glared daggers at him. "U-Uhh, actually." he trailed off and looked back at his mom with a shrug and a nervous grin. "I really don't know. Heh.. I'm just going to leave now." With that, he quickly moved out of the kitchen, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. "That's ok." He said to himself out loud. "I wasn't hungry anyway. I just *thought* I wanted food." He sighed loudly as his stomach made another loud growl. "Now I see why Bra wanted to stay in her room." He frowned and turned on the TV, leaning back and propping his head on his hand behind him.
Written by: Mandy and Jennifer
Chapter 2 - Trouble for Trunks
Disclaimer - We do not own any of the DBZ characters. Yet, any new characters that we have made to fit the story are ours, and part of In the Eyes of a Hunter. Thank you!
Trunks opened the front door and stepped outside with Goten next to him. "Thanks for letting me stay here for the night, Goten."
"No problem, bro. You know you can stay here anytime. Besides, we were both so tired last night I don't think you could have made it home without falling asleep in mid-air." He laughed.
Trunks stopped suddenly as the smile faded from his face. "Oh no."
"What is it?"
"Ah!!" Trunks shouted at himself and slapped his forehead. "I completely forgot that I had told Dad I'd come home last night. Man! He's going to kill me!"
Goten glanced down. "Eee.." He looked back up with a grin on his face and put a hand on Trunks shoulder. "Don't worry. The pain won't last that long." He said with a laugh.
"Gee, thanks for the comfort." He replied sarcastically and pushed Goten's arm away. "I better get home now. Maybe I'll get lucky and he won't even notice." He suggested with a half smile.
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Trunks kept his ki low, raising it just enough to get him in the air in an attempt to keep his father from sensing him. It took him three times as long to get back to Capsule Corp. from Goten's house as it usually did because he was going so slowly. As he reached the balcony from his bedroom, he powered down completely, falling from the air. He grabbed a bar from the balcony railing and climbed up, landing quietly on the platform. He opened the sliding glass door to his room, stepped inside through the curtains and turned around, closing the door slowly and quietly. He whispered to himself, "Whew, good." He spun around and crashed right into someone, falling to the floor, stunned.
Vegeta glared down at his son with his arms crossed. "Where have you been, boy?" he demanded.
Trunks blinked and looked up. "Uhh."
He leaned down and grabbed Trunks by his shirt, yanking him up off the ground. "I asked you a question! As I recall, you told me you would be coming home last night."
Trunks held his breath for a moment, then exhaled. "I. I'm sorry. I forgot."
"That's no excuse!" he shouted as he let go of Trunks' shirt roughly with a slight shove.
Trunks looked back up at Vegeta in anger. "What's the big deal? It's not like I couldn't take care of myself if something happened! I'm not even--- "
Vegeta backhanded him harshly on instinct. "Don't talk back to me, boy! That's not the point!"
The young Saiyan staggered backwards and fell against the wall, putting his hand up to his face and shutting his eyes.
"When you tell me you're going to do something, you darn well better do it!" he continued.
Trunks lowered his hand and looked down at the floor, muttering, "Yes, sir."
"That's better." Vegeta finished in a dangerous tone as he turned around and left.
"Well, that could have gone over a little smoother." Trunks sighed and pushed himself off the wall. He left his room and headed down the hallway towards Bra's room. He knocked lightly on her closed door. "Bra, you in there?"
"Yeah, come on in." she answered from inside the room.
He opened the door and stepped in.
Bra looked up at him from the bed. "What's up?" she asked with a smile.
Trunks walked across the room and sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall and folding his hands behind his head casually. "Do you know of anything that might have put Dad in a bad mood today?"
Bra glanced down into her lap. "Well." she trailed off and looked back up at him. "I think it's because I'm not going to train anymore."
Trunks raised his eyebrows in slight surprise. "You're not? When did this come up?"
"Last night.' She answered simply.
"Oh." He looked down. "Why did you want to stop?" Man, now I'm kinda glad I did stay at Goten's.
Bra shrugged a little. "Well, Mom said that she was worried that I'd get hurt. She said I didn't have to keep doing it if I didn't want to. I'm just not sure that I really liked the training like you do."
"Mm. So how many G's did you get to?" he asked casually while staring up at the ceiling.
"I got to 100 last night." She answered while pulling her legs up to her, in an Indian-style position, and holding her ankles.
Trunks laughed quietly and closed his eyes. "Hmm, that's not bad. I was at 150 when I turned Super Saiyan, ya know." He added with a proud smile.
Bra rolled her eyes. "Yes, I know that. You've told me a thousand times." She replied with a annoyed sigh.
Trunks chuckled and opened his eyes to look at her. "Well, I'm going to head downstairs now." He got up from the floor and looked back at her. "You just going to stay in your room all day?"
Bra sighed and glanced around. "Yeah, I think so. For now, anyway." She flopped over on her back and let her legs dangle off the side of the bed.
He shrugged. "Well ok. I'm getting hungry, so I'm going go find something to eat. See ya." He said with a wave as he left.
Bra lazily raised her arm in the air as a wave and sighed boredly. "All right. See ya." She said with a drag to her voice and dropped her arm back onto the bed, closing her eyes.
Trunks walked down the hallway trying to think of what he wanted to eat. His stomach growled loudly and he put a hand on it with a helpless expression. Suddenly a smile formed on his face. "That's it!" he exclaimed, remembering the leftover chicken and rice in the refrigerator.
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Bulma sat stiffly at the kitchen table reading the newspaper.
"Woman, I'm hungry!" Vegeta suddenly shouted from the living room.
Bulma's eyes fluttered briefly in startled annoyance as she ignored him.
"Woman!" he called again.
A minute passed with no response.
Vegeta then appeared in the doorway to the kitchen with his fists clenched loosely at his sides. "Woman, did you hear me?"
She turned her head slightly as she turned the page of the paper, making sure to rustle it loudly as she flipped it up.
"Stop ignoring me, woman!" he shouted and slammed his fist on the table.
Bulma continued scanning over the paper with an expression that showed she was calm but on the verge of an outburst. She spoke with a controlled voice. "There's no need to yell, Vegeta. I can hear you just fine." She turned the next page.
Vegeta ripped the paper out of her hands, wadding it up into a little ball, and threw it out the kitchen doorway.
Trunks walked into the kitchen and stopped abruptly, almost losing his balance, as a black and white blur flew past his face.
Vegeta put his hands on the table directly in front of her, glaring down at her and growling low in his throat with clenched teeth.
Bulma stared up at him with her eyebrows lowered in anger. "Don't even start with me, Vegeta!" She got up from her chair and walked over to the refrigerator, opening the door and leaning in. She straightened up a minute later with a water bottle in her hand and closed the refrigerator door with her foot as she brushed past Vegeta towards the counter, leaning against it. She took a long sip of water and turned her head to the side, loosely crossing her arms.
Vegeta stared at her as she did all this; his impatience was growing by the second. He threw his hands up in the air. "Agh! This is ridiculous! You- --"
"Yes, Vegeta!" Bulma interrupted him with a shout. "This *is* ridiculous! It's ridiculous because you just didn't want to hear why it was so important to me for Bra to stop training!" She slammed her water bottle on the counter behind her, causing water to slosh out and onto the countertop.
Vegeta blinked, surprised from her sudden burst of anger. He quickly regained his composure and narrowed his eyes in his own anger. "Oh, and I suppose YOU cared about MY opinion?" he shot back at her.
Trunks stood in the doorway watching the argument between his parents grow in intensity with every breath they took. He sweat-dropped and debated in his mind whether he should try to go for the refrigerator now or wait.
"Bra shouldn't have to fight!" Bulma finally yelled back at the enraged Saiyan Prince. "She's a little girl and I want her to live long enough to grow into a young lady! Is it so wrong for me to want my daughter to have a future?"
Trunks took a deep, preparing breath and started making his way across the kitchen slowly towards the refrigerator, hoping not to be noticed by the bickering couple.
Bulma looked up as Trunks walked through the room and reached over, grabbing his arm and pulling him over between herself and Vegeta, whose eyes shifted at the sudden presence of his son. "Trunks, what do you think about this? Doesn't it seem right that Bra should be able to decide how she wants her life to be?" Bulma asked forcefully, crossing her arms and staring at him.
Trunks stood between his parents, glancing from one to the other nervously. He already wasn't on his dad's good side and this wasn't helping things. I'm so stupid! I just *had* to come in here now, didn't I?? " Uh, well, umm." he stammered. I think since it's Bra's life, she should be able to decide for herself. I---" he stopped suddenly when he saw Vegeta's eyes flare as he glared daggers at him. "U-Uhh, actually." he trailed off and looked back at his mom with a shrug and a nervous grin. "I really don't know. Heh.. I'm just going to leave now." With that, he quickly moved out of the kitchen, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. "That's ok." He said to himself out loud. "I wasn't hungry anyway. I just *thought* I wanted food." He sighed loudly as his stomach made another loud growl. "Now I see why Bra wanted to stay in her room." He frowned and turned on the TV, leaning back and propping his head on his hand behind him.