"Bye!" Trunks called as he flew off. It was almost dinnertime, so he
decided that it would be a good time to go home and see if Tien had been
able to do anything. He absentmindedly wove through trees as he tried to
figure out how his mother had reacted. Hopefully she hadn't yelled at Tien
too much. But even if Bulma never came around. Trunks felt tears well up in
his eyes at the thought and shook his head. But if she didn't, Goten's
family was always there for him. Chi-Chi was still getting used to the
idea, but she didn't oppose, Gohan didn't have an opinion one way or
another, and Goku was still as oblivious as ever.
As he landed in front of his house, all of his newfound comfort faded away. He made his way to the door and swallowed hard before tiptoeing inside, closing the door silently behind himself.
"Hey, Trunks!"
BAM!
Trunks knelt on the floor, holding the back of his head. At the sound of the voice, had jumped back, lost his balance, and fell backwards, hitting his head on the doorknob on the way down.
"Oh, man, are you ok!?"
Trunks looked up and saw Tien leaning over him. "Oh, hey, Tien," Trunks said through clenched teeth as he gingerly touched the back of his head.
Tien stood up and offered a hand as he said, "Sorry about that."
Trunks took the offered hand and said, "Guess Mom didn't kick you out," as he got up.
"It was a tough fight," Tien replied with a smirk. "She was very set on what she thought, but I think I got through to her. I just wanted to let you know to give her a little time."
Trunks smiled. "Thanks, I owe you one."
Tien patted him on the shoulder. "I better get going. Your dad, well, if looks could kill."
Trunks nodded.
"Good luck, kid!" Tien said before going out the door and flying off.
Trunks shut the door slowly, then walked off towards the kitchen. But when he peeked in, he didn't see his mother busily cooking, instead he saw his father digging through a cabinet. Trunks scratched the back of his head as he said uncertainly, "Uh, Dad.."
"Shut up, boy," came the immediate reply. "There is no way in Hell that I'm cooking."
Trunks nodded. He had expected just as much. "What about Mom? Why isn't she cooking?" Even though he basically knew the answer, Trunks thought that it would be a good idea to ask anyway.
Vegeta answered, while throwing anything that looked edible onto the table behind him, "Either the woman's having a breakdown or it's that time of month."
Trunks sighed. Probably both with the luck I've been having lately, Trunks thought to himself as he opened the refrigerator door. But nothing inside looked very appealing. He slammed the door shut and walked upstairs to his room, where a shadowed figure sat on the windowsill. Trunks forced a smile after glancing over, then looked back down while saying, "Hey, Goten."
"I'm not Goten."
Trunks looked back up, but instead of seeing the muscular, teenage boy that he had assumed was there, he saw the womanly figure of his mother, Bulma.
"I want to talk with you," she said. *
Author's Note: I have found my prewritten up work that I've been retyping. It goes all the way to the tenth chapter, exactly where we are now. *sigh* Man, this hurts. Now, on to the already typed Chapter Ten! ARGH! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! *slams head against table*
As he landed in front of his house, all of his newfound comfort faded away. He made his way to the door and swallowed hard before tiptoeing inside, closing the door silently behind himself.
"Hey, Trunks!"
BAM!
Trunks knelt on the floor, holding the back of his head. At the sound of the voice, had jumped back, lost his balance, and fell backwards, hitting his head on the doorknob on the way down.
"Oh, man, are you ok!?"
Trunks looked up and saw Tien leaning over him. "Oh, hey, Tien," Trunks said through clenched teeth as he gingerly touched the back of his head.
Tien stood up and offered a hand as he said, "Sorry about that."
Trunks took the offered hand and said, "Guess Mom didn't kick you out," as he got up.
"It was a tough fight," Tien replied with a smirk. "She was very set on what she thought, but I think I got through to her. I just wanted to let you know to give her a little time."
Trunks smiled. "Thanks, I owe you one."
Tien patted him on the shoulder. "I better get going. Your dad, well, if looks could kill."
Trunks nodded.
"Good luck, kid!" Tien said before going out the door and flying off.
Trunks shut the door slowly, then walked off towards the kitchen. But when he peeked in, he didn't see his mother busily cooking, instead he saw his father digging through a cabinet. Trunks scratched the back of his head as he said uncertainly, "Uh, Dad.."
"Shut up, boy," came the immediate reply. "There is no way in Hell that I'm cooking."
Trunks nodded. He had expected just as much. "What about Mom? Why isn't she cooking?" Even though he basically knew the answer, Trunks thought that it would be a good idea to ask anyway.
Vegeta answered, while throwing anything that looked edible onto the table behind him, "Either the woman's having a breakdown or it's that time of month."
Trunks sighed. Probably both with the luck I've been having lately, Trunks thought to himself as he opened the refrigerator door. But nothing inside looked very appealing. He slammed the door shut and walked upstairs to his room, where a shadowed figure sat on the windowsill. Trunks forced a smile after glancing over, then looked back down while saying, "Hey, Goten."
"I'm not Goten."
Trunks looked back up, but instead of seeing the muscular, teenage boy that he had assumed was there, he saw the womanly figure of his mother, Bulma.
"I want to talk with you," she said. *
Author's Note: I have found my prewritten up work that I've been retyping. It goes all the way to the tenth chapter, exactly where we are now. *sigh* Man, this hurts. Now, on to the already typed Chapter Ten! ARGH! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! *slams head against table*