The fever
Ok, this is my 2nd chappie, I DO NOT OWN DBZ FOR ALL U DUMBASSES OUT THERE!!!
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"His tempter is 104! I'm not allowing him to work it off!" Screeched Bulma. Vegeta looked equally anger. "HE'S A SAYIN SO HE CAN WORK IT OFF WITH NO PROBLEM!" Bulma sighed and responded, "Vegeta, he's half sayin, and I'm not going to argue anymore. He's not working it off. And that's that, so drop it." At that she turned her heal and left. "WHY DO I HAVE TO LOOK AFTER IT!?" Vegeta yelled. "CUZ I HAVE A JOB TO DO!" Bulma screamed. The door then slammed, and Bulma had abruptly ended the discussion. "Danmit." Vegeta growled, sulking to the gravity chamber for a good work out.
5 hours l8er...
Vegeta was still hard in his training. His sweat was like a mini ocean, but he still wanted to be tested. So he went over and turned up the gravity four times. "104 is a good-OH SHIT!" Vegeta finally remembered Trunks, slapped him self in the face. "Shit, shit, shit!" he then turned the gravity off and hurried into the house. He found Trunks in the living room, watching T.V. Vegeta let out a frustrated sigh, the brat was fine, he'd been wasting his time. Unfortunately his sigh had alerted Trunks. "Daddy?" asked Trunks looking at Vegeta with big watery eyes.
"Yeah, what?" Demanded Vegeta, more bitterly than he ment it. "Why did you leave me alone?" The child asked sniffling. Vegeta scratched that back of his head, was it ok to tell your kid that you had forgotten all about him? "Umm...Because I did get over it!" Said Vegeta turning away. Trunks was hurt, How could your father just leave you all alone!? Trunks wanted to cry, but he knew his father, it would make Vegeta hate him even more. Vegeta was just about to leave, Trunks didn't want to be alone!
"DADDY! Could I *achoo* have something to eat, please?" Asked Trunks, almost to the point of begging, but he knew Vegeta didn't like that either. Vegeta turned around, he didn't know why, but he motioned for Trunks to follow him to the kitchen. Vegeta rummaged through the cabnets, /The woman said to feed his something, what the hell was it? Umm...rice? No, chicken? No.. SOUP!/ At that Vegeta pushed pass the other things and found some Miso Soup.
Trunks hid his face and smiled, he liked it when Vegeta did things for him, however little it was. Things like this made Trunks forget that his father might hate him. Before he knew it he was pulled from his daydreams by the sound of porcelain hitting the wooden table. The green soup was nice and hot right in front of him. He looked up and his father and was about to thank him when Vegeta turned to the door was.
Trunks still didn't want Vegeta to leave! He had to think of something to keep his father with him! Trunks looked around and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Orange!" Vegeta stopped in his tracks, "What?" "Uh...mommy says that I have to drink a lot of orange juice." Said Trunks. Vegeta sighed loudly, and went towards the refrigerator. Trunks had to stay alert, He had to think of SOMETHING! Vegeta slammed to orange juice on to the table. "I don't feel good daddy! I think I'm gonna....Puke." Said Trunks, hoping it would work. It did. "Danm, if you do that here, the woman will have a fit!" He then grabbed Trunks, ran over to the restroom and tossed him in.
After that little 'ride' now Trunks really /did/ have to hurl. After choking it all out Trunks feel back. /I feel so bad. I never thought I could be this weak! It hurts so bad! I wish../ His thought was cut off by more vomit. After that Trunks stumbled out of the restroom, almost praying that Vegeta would be there. He wasn't. "Daddy..." Trunks felt even worse, he was in pain, and all alone. Trying not to cry, Trunks got up on shaky legs and carried himself to the kitchen to eat his soup. /Whats the point? It's gonna come out the way it got in./ The boy laid his head on his arms, feeling more hopeless than ever.
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PLEASE R&R! thanks. L8er...o yea, NO FLAMES DANMIT! Y'all did very well last time.
Ok, this is my 2nd chappie, I DO NOT OWN DBZ FOR ALL U DUMBASSES OUT THERE!!!
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"His tempter is 104! I'm not allowing him to work it off!" Screeched Bulma. Vegeta looked equally anger. "HE'S A SAYIN SO HE CAN WORK IT OFF WITH NO PROBLEM!" Bulma sighed and responded, "Vegeta, he's half sayin, and I'm not going to argue anymore. He's not working it off. And that's that, so drop it." At that she turned her heal and left. "WHY DO I HAVE TO LOOK AFTER IT!?" Vegeta yelled. "CUZ I HAVE A JOB TO DO!" Bulma screamed. The door then slammed, and Bulma had abruptly ended the discussion. "Danmit." Vegeta growled, sulking to the gravity chamber for a good work out.
5 hours l8er...
Vegeta was still hard in his training. His sweat was like a mini ocean, but he still wanted to be tested. So he went over and turned up the gravity four times. "104 is a good-OH SHIT!" Vegeta finally remembered Trunks, slapped him self in the face. "Shit, shit, shit!" he then turned the gravity off and hurried into the house. He found Trunks in the living room, watching T.V. Vegeta let out a frustrated sigh, the brat was fine, he'd been wasting his time. Unfortunately his sigh had alerted Trunks. "Daddy?" asked Trunks looking at Vegeta with big watery eyes.
"Yeah, what?" Demanded Vegeta, more bitterly than he ment it. "Why did you leave me alone?" The child asked sniffling. Vegeta scratched that back of his head, was it ok to tell your kid that you had forgotten all about him? "Umm...Because I did get over it!" Said Vegeta turning away. Trunks was hurt, How could your father just leave you all alone!? Trunks wanted to cry, but he knew his father, it would make Vegeta hate him even more. Vegeta was just about to leave, Trunks didn't want to be alone!
"DADDY! Could I *achoo* have something to eat, please?" Asked Trunks, almost to the point of begging, but he knew Vegeta didn't like that either. Vegeta turned around, he didn't know why, but he motioned for Trunks to follow him to the kitchen. Vegeta rummaged through the cabnets, /The woman said to feed his something, what the hell was it? Umm...rice? No, chicken? No.. SOUP!/ At that Vegeta pushed pass the other things and found some Miso Soup.
Trunks hid his face and smiled, he liked it when Vegeta did things for him, however little it was. Things like this made Trunks forget that his father might hate him. Before he knew it he was pulled from his daydreams by the sound of porcelain hitting the wooden table. The green soup was nice and hot right in front of him. He looked up and his father and was about to thank him when Vegeta turned to the door was.
Trunks still didn't want Vegeta to leave! He had to think of something to keep his father with him! Trunks looked around and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Orange!" Vegeta stopped in his tracks, "What?" "Uh...mommy says that I have to drink a lot of orange juice." Said Trunks. Vegeta sighed loudly, and went towards the refrigerator. Trunks had to stay alert, He had to think of SOMETHING! Vegeta slammed to orange juice on to the table. "I don't feel good daddy! I think I'm gonna....Puke." Said Trunks, hoping it would work. It did. "Danm, if you do that here, the woman will have a fit!" He then grabbed Trunks, ran over to the restroom and tossed him in.
After that little 'ride' now Trunks really /did/ have to hurl. After choking it all out Trunks feel back. /I feel so bad. I never thought I could be this weak! It hurts so bad! I wish../ His thought was cut off by more vomit. After that Trunks stumbled out of the restroom, almost praying that Vegeta would be there. He wasn't. "Daddy..." Trunks felt even worse, he was in pain, and all alone. Trying not to cry, Trunks got up on shaky legs and carried himself to the kitchen to eat his soup. /Whats the point? It's gonna come out the way it got in./ The boy laid his head on his arms, feeling more hopeless than ever.
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PLEASE R&R! thanks. L8er...o yea, NO FLAMES DANMIT! Y'all did very well last time.