Bulma stood up and looked around.
"Nicely done. But you didn't kill her."
"What? She's still alive. That blast should have finished her off."
"Hahaha. Listen to yourself. Barely off the ground and your already thristing for blood again. You sound like that sayian husband of yours."
Bulma put her hands to her mouth. She WAS starting to sound like Vegeta.
"What am I doing? I need to sit down."
"Oh, and the boy is fine."
"Trunks? Oh no. I hit him. I've never hit him. Not even as a kid."
She looked like she was going to be sick.
"There there. It's alright. You were protecting him."
Chi-chi put her hands on the shaken woman.
"I lost it, when I saw...... HER."
The bracelet glowed with anger.
"I have to admit, once you got the power, you fit into it quite nicely."
"I can't do this anymore. I keep losing."
"Don't talk like that. Sure, you lost the battle but you will win the war. With my help."
"Thank you. I apriciate all you've done to help me, but I still haven't done what you asked."
"Oh pish posh. I don't care about the Dragonballs anymore."
"Really, but thatwas the whole reason you chose me."
"I know, but what's more important now is your goul. I will help you destroy this vermin in your path, then, we can worry about the Dragonballs. Okay?"
"But what are we going to do now? Dende nearly blinded me. I can't see a damn thing now."
"I know. We just need to juice up your power a bit. That should take care of your injurys."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Can you train me a bit before I wake up? I need some more practice with these new powers. Sure they come easy, but I don't know all of what I have."
"All right, I will."
"And one more thing, can you become Goku. I fell better if it was him training me. Even if it's not really him."
"Very well."
The form of Chi-chi melted to become to form of her long-time friend.
"Let's begin."
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Trunks sat crying by his mother's hospital bed. He hadn't stopped crying for hours. He blammed himself for his mother's injuries. He blammed himself for let her catch him off guard. He blammed himself for what she had done. Someone came in the door. He didn't bother to turn around, he was too busy felling sorry for himself. A strong hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.
"Look at me boy. You have to stop right now. I will not have a son of mine blubbering like some idiot. You have to be strong."
Trunks glarred at Vegeta and shot up from his chair and pinned Vegeta against the wall in a choke hold.
"I AM STRONG! You have no idea what im going through. So do what you always do, keep your mouth SHUT!"
Trunks threw him against the corner of the room and was gone out the door. Vegeta was dence about somethings but he knew he crossed the line. Trunks headed out and flew into the air out side. It was starting to get late so the air gave a nice awaking felling to Trunks. He had to talk to someone, ANYONE, that understood what he was going through. But that was just it, no one HAD gone through what he went though. He was alone, utterly alone. He couldn't bare it anymore. He was breaking from the inside and he knew it. He had to get some of this wait off of him. But how? Training did no help. It only made him angry. Talking was useless there was no one to talk to. Everyone was eather recuping from the fight or gone doing there own thing. He relized it almost as he was flying over it that he was subconsiously heading toward Kame House. He needed to talk to #18. To apoligize for what his mother did and maybe to get some answers he desprately needed.
"Trunks! Hey! What are you doing here?!" Krillan said as he flew up to his friend.
"Hey Krillan. I don't know really. I just needed to get out. Something lead me past here and I thought I stop in. How's #18 doing?"
"She's doing better. She woke up a few hours ago but I won't let her leave her bed."
"Mom hasn't woke up. I'm really worried about her. But I'm also worried about #18, don't get me wrong. Mom's acting crazy. It's almost like #18 and my mom switched roles."
"I know what you mean. I never, in a million years, thought Bulma would become what she has."
"I did. Not exactly like this but........ I knew she was reaching a breaking point. When we got here, that felling got worse."
"Hey," Krillan said as he put his hand on Trunks' shoulder, "Don't beat yourself up Trunks. What's done is done. All you can do is be there for your mom when she needs it."
"But that's just it Krillan. How can I be there for her when she pushes me away like this? She nearly killed all of us and I couldn't stop her. Just like I couldn't stop....... Gohan. I'm can't lose my mom, but how can I help her?"
Trunks' eyes were filling with tears.
"I'm powerless. Completly powerless. I hate it. I hate felling this way. I'm so angry but I know my anger creates a power that can't help me. My sayian blood means nothing now. Nothing!"
"If it meant nothing, you wouldn't be here in the first place." A voice said in the hallway.
"#18 you should be out of bed. You know your still injured."
"Oh you! I'm an andriod remember. I can bounce back quite easily from a fight. Though I still have a splitting headache."
She sat down on the couch and beconed Trunks over next to her. He calmly sat down next to her. It felt odd to him, sitting next to her. He looked into her face and saw the bruses still showed there mark. She was more injured then she let on. He sat there looking at her face, a face he had hated for so long. But there was something else in her face. Worry. She was worried about him?
"Trunks, your father means alot to you. That why your here. You wanted to see him again. You wanted to see if you really saved him and your family. The family you have here. That's why you brought her. To show the family you have here, the family you have there."
She put her hand on his.
"Promise me something Trunks. Promise me as not only a warrior but as a member of this family. Promise me, you will protect us. Even if it means killing your mother. Promise me."
Trunks looked into her glossy blue eyes. He knew she didn't expect him to accept it.
"I will."
"Nicely done. But you didn't kill her."
"What? She's still alive. That blast should have finished her off."
"Hahaha. Listen to yourself. Barely off the ground and your already thristing for blood again. You sound like that sayian husband of yours."
Bulma put her hands to her mouth. She WAS starting to sound like Vegeta.
"What am I doing? I need to sit down."
"Oh, and the boy is fine."
"Trunks? Oh no. I hit him. I've never hit him. Not even as a kid."
She looked like she was going to be sick.
"There there. It's alright. You were protecting him."
Chi-chi put her hands on the shaken woman.
"I lost it, when I saw...... HER."
The bracelet glowed with anger.
"I have to admit, once you got the power, you fit into it quite nicely."
"I can't do this anymore. I keep losing."
"Don't talk like that. Sure, you lost the battle but you will win the war. With my help."
"Thank you. I apriciate all you've done to help me, but I still haven't done what you asked."
"Oh pish posh. I don't care about the Dragonballs anymore."
"Really, but thatwas the whole reason you chose me."
"I know, but what's more important now is your goul. I will help you destroy this vermin in your path, then, we can worry about the Dragonballs. Okay?"
"But what are we going to do now? Dende nearly blinded me. I can't see a damn thing now."
"I know. We just need to juice up your power a bit. That should take care of your injurys."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Can you train me a bit before I wake up? I need some more practice with these new powers. Sure they come easy, but I don't know all of what I have."
"All right, I will."
"And one more thing, can you become Goku. I fell better if it was him training me. Even if it's not really him."
"Very well."
The form of Chi-chi melted to become to form of her long-time friend.
"Let's begin."
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Trunks sat crying by his mother's hospital bed. He hadn't stopped crying for hours. He blammed himself for his mother's injuries. He blammed himself for let her catch him off guard. He blammed himself for what she had done. Someone came in the door. He didn't bother to turn around, he was too busy felling sorry for himself. A strong hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.
"Look at me boy. You have to stop right now. I will not have a son of mine blubbering like some idiot. You have to be strong."
Trunks glarred at Vegeta and shot up from his chair and pinned Vegeta against the wall in a choke hold.
"I AM STRONG! You have no idea what im going through. So do what you always do, keep your mouth SHUT!"
Trunks threw him against the corner of the room and was gone out the door. Vegeta was dence about somethings but he knew he crossed the line. Trunks headed out and flew into the air out side. It was starting to get late so the air gave a nice awaking felling to Trunks. He had to talk to someone, ANYONE, that understood what he was going through. But that was just it, no one HAD gone through what he went though. He was alone, utterly alone. He couldn't bare it anymore. He was breaking from the inside and he knew it. He had to get some of this wait off of him. But how? Training did no help. It only made him angry. Talking was useless there was no one to talk to. Everyone was eather recuping from the fight or gone doing there own thing. He relized it almost as he was flying over it that he was subconsiously heading toward Kame House. He needed to talk to #18. To apoligize for what his mother did and maybe to get some answers he desprately needed.
"Trunks! Hey! What are you doing here?!" Krillan said as he flew up to his friend.
"Hey Krillan. I don't know really. I just needed to get out. Something lead me past here and I thought I stop in. How's #18 doing?"
"She's doing better. She woke up a few hours ago but I won't let her leave her bed."
"Mom hasn't woke up. I'm really worried about her. But I'm also worried about #18, don't get me wrong. Mom's acting crazy. It's almost like #18 and my mom switched roles."
"I know what you mean. I never, in a million years, thought Bulma would become what she has."
"I did. Not exactly like this but........ I knew she was reaching a breaking point. When we got here, that felling got worse."
"Hey," Krillan said as he put his hand on Trunks' shoulder, "Don't beat yourself up Trunks. What's done is done. All you can do is be there for your mom when she needs it."
"But that's just it Krillan. How can I be there for her when she pushes me away like this? She nearly killed all of us and I couldn't stop her. Just like I couldn't stop....... Gohan. I'm can't lose my mom, but how can I help her?"
Trunks' eyes were filling with tears.
"I'm powerless. Completly powerless. I hate it. I hate felling this way. I'm so angry but I know my anger creates a power that can't help me. My sayian blood means nothing now. Nothing!"
"If it meant nothing, you wouldn't be here in the first place." A voice said in the hallway.
"#18 you should be out of bed. You know your still injured."
"Oh you! I'm an andriod remember. I can bounce back quite easily from a fight. Though I still have a splitting headache."
She sat down on the couch and beconed Trunks over next to her. He calmly sat down next to her. It felt odd to him, sitting next to her. He looked into her face and saw the bruses still showed there mark. She was more injured then she let on. He sat there looking at her face, a face he had hated for so long. But there was something else in her face. Worry. She was worried about him?
"Trunks, your father means alot to you. That why your here. You wanted to see him again. You wanted to see if you really saved him and your family. The family you have here. That's why you brought her. To show the family you have here, the family you have there."
She put her hand on his.
"Promise me something Trunks. Promise me as not only a warrior but as a member of this family. Promise me, you will protect us. Even if it means killing your mother. Promise me."
Trunks looked into her glossy blue eyes. He knew she didn't expect him to accept it.
"I will."