From bad to worse
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The third, yep... nothing to say. No flames.
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"Nothing's on." Said Trunks flipping through the channels. He finally just left it on Cartoon Network and watched 'Samurai Jack' half hearted. He felt like crap. Vegeta seemed to hate him, his was in excruciating pain, he couldn't eat much with out in coming back out, AND SAMURAI JACK WAS A RE- RUN! The lavender haired boy was in a gut wrenching dilemma. /When mommy coming home? Atleast I know she loves me./ The anger then rose from Trunks. /I shouldn't have to think that way! Me and daddy should be doing something together! But instead I'm all by my self, without a caring father!/ In a flash of uncontrollable rage Trunks hurled the remote through the wall.
/IF HE'S GOING TO HATE ME, WHY SHOULD I CARE! I GUESS I HATE HIM TOO!!!!/ "HEAR THAT I HATE YOU!" The boy said, trembling with fury. Even though Trunks knew he might be overreacting, at the time he didn't care. He blood was boiling! He jumped from the sofa and threw off his blanket. /I'll show him! I'm going to go out for a long time, not runaway exactly, but just until he sees that he's a bad daddy! Then I'll come back and everything will be right, daddy and mommy will love me, and daddy and mommy wont fight anymore!/
Even though Trunks was dizzy, he stumbled to the door. With a slightly altered reality set for himself, he opened the door, but feel flat on his face. He got back to his feet and tried to fly, but he feel to his knees and almost passed out. /If I fall asleep, daddy wont see the truth and nothing will ever be right./ Trunks lurched forward into the dark trees.
8 hours l8er...
The gravity chamber door was yanked open, abruptly ending Vegeta's ongoing training session. "What the hell-?" He was about to launch into a series of curses, when he saw who was at the door. It was Bulma, her face was tear streaked and lined with worry and anger. "WHERE IS HE!?" She screamed as if making a huge effort. Vegeta had seen Bulma cry before, but... not like this. "The brat is in the house." Said Vegeta. All of the sudden Bulma looked insulted on top of all those other emotions. "Excuse me? I THINK I KNOW WHAT MY SON LOOKS LIKE AND THERE'S NOTHING THAT LOOK REMOTLY LIKE HIM IN OUR HOUSE!!! TRUNKS IS GONE!" She said, bursting into more tears. A chill went through Vegeta's body, something was very wrong.
"He's fine, he's a sayin." Said Vegeta not really convincing himself. "Vegeta! You don't get it! Trunks may be a sayin but he's still a child! A very small child, out there somewhere with a fever of 104 and you're sitting here telling me he's fine!? This is the real world! I don't know, or care how you were raised, but here we don't let out children go out and get there selves killed! NOW GET YOU ASS OUT HERE AND HELP ME LOOK FOR OUT SON!" She yelled running into the forest, calling Trunks' name. It took a while for it to sink in, but the woman was right, /I'm not ever telling her that./ he then went in search of the boy too.
At this point, Trunks' fever had skyrocketed! Trunks had no idea how far into the woods he had gone! Plus, he was delirious and seeing things usually crack-heads see. Here's a breif look into what this child was seeing:
Flying monkeys were making a picnic for the Breif family. Bulma was winning the lottery and quitting her job so she can be with Trunks. And Vegeta and him are watching football together. * shrug*
All of the sudden everything was starting to get dark. He was stumbling and running into things.
For the first time in his life, Vegeta was starting to worry, just a little, about someone other than himself. His son was...InowhereI. A small sliver of sweat graced his brow, fear sweat. He could still hear Bulma's frantic cries a little further ahead. Vegeta then tried to find Trunks' ki, but nothing. His breath became ridged and uneven. /He's not dead! He must be...ASLEEP! Or.../ he grew furious at himself for even thinking of that for a mer moment!
That's when he heard Bulma scream. He rush to where she was, only to be shocked himself. Bulma was sobbing over a very badly worn out Trunks. To his slight relief he was not dead, but the level of Trunks' ki, upset him deeply. It was dropping, FAST! "Vegeta! His temperature is too high! And it's to cold out here, we have to get him to the hospital!" Bulma said with tears glistening on her face. "Bulma, I'll get him there." Said Vegeta sternly. Bulma nodded, "I'll get there in the car, I have to get mom and dad." Vegeta helped his wife to her trembling feet. She handed him Trunks as she went towards the house.
"What where you thinking?" Mumbled Vegeta to his barley there son. He was extremely light, even thought Trunks was mostly awake by now, he couldn't really lift his head. Vegeta took off into the forbidding black sky. Trunks didn't make a sound or anything, he didn't even twitch as the icy air slammed against his skin. Vegeta noticed that Trunks was falling asleep,. Something click in Vegeta's mind, telling him that he could not let Trunks lose conciseness. He shook the boy, and made sure that his eyes were open.
"Daddy? Where are we going?" Trunks asked weakly. Vegeta was so happy and surprised that Trunks was able to talk, he let out a relived sigh. "The hospital." He answered. "Is everything right?" Trunks asked hopefully. "Right? What?" questioned Vegeta getting confused. "You don't hate me and mommy any more?" This question surprised Vegeta. "I don't hate you two." HE said to the lavender haired child. There was then a long pause, mostly of Trunks trying to breathe. He was shivering, so Vegeta held him tighter. /he thinks I hate him? Is this why he went out?/
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OK!!! I'm spent, it's 12:11, I can't write no more!!! No flames or I'll find you and toast your heart. R&R!!!
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MD666
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The third, yep... nothing to say. No flames.
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"Nothing's on." Said Trunks flipping through the channels. He finally just left it on Cartoon Network and watched 'Samurai Jack' half hearted. He felt like crap. Vegeta seemed to hate him, his was in excruciating pain, he couldn't eat much with out in coming back out, AND SAMURAI JACK WAS A RE- RUN! The lavender haired boy was in a gut wrenching dilemma. /When mommy coming home? Atleast I know she loves me./ The anger then rose from Trunks. /I shouldn't have to think that way! Me and daddy should be doing something together! But instead I'm all by my self, without a caring father!/ In a flash of uncontrollable rage Trunks hurled the remote through the wall.
/IF HE'S GOING TO HATE ME, WHY SHOULD I CARE! I GUESS I HATE HIM TOO!!!!/ "HEAR THAT I HATE YOU!" The boy said, trembling with fury. Even though Trunks knew he might be overreacting, at the time he didn't care. He blood was boiling! He jumped from the sofa and threw off his blanket. /I'll show him! I'm going to go out for a long time, not runaway exactly, but just until he sees that he's a bad daddy! Then I'll come back and everything will be right, daddy and mommy will love me, and daddy and mommy wont fight anymore!/
Even though Trunks was dizzy, he stumbled to the door. With a slightly altered reality set for himself, he opened the door, but feel flat on his face. He got back to his feet and tried to fly, but he feel to his knees and almost passed out. /If I fall asleep, daddy wont see the truth and nothing will ever be right./ Trunks lurched forward into the dark trees.
8 hours l8er...
The gravity chamber door was yanked open, abruptly ending Vegeta's ongoing training session. "What the hell-?" He was about to launch into a series of curses, when he saw who was at the door. It was Bulma, her face was tear streaked and lined with worry and anger. "WHERE IS HE!?" She screamed as if making a huge effort. Vegeta had seen Bulma cry before, but... not like this. "The brat is in the house." Said Vegeta. All of the sudden Bulma looked insulted on top of all those other emotions. "Excuse me? I THINK I KNOW WHAT MY SON LOOKS LIKE AND THERE'S NOTHING THAT LOOK REMOTLY LIKE HIM IN OUR HOUSE!!! TRUNKS IS GONE!" She said, bursting into more tears. A chill went through Vegeta's body, something was very wrong.
"He's fine, he's a sayin." Said Vegeta not really convincing himself. "Vegeta! You don't get it! Trunks may be a sayin but he's still a child! A very small child, out there somewhere with a fever of 104 and you're sitting here telling me he's fine!? This is the real world! I don't know, or care how you were raised, but here we don't let out children go out and get there selves killed! NOW GET YOU ASS OUT HERE AND HELP ME LOOK FOR OUT SON!" She yelled running into the forest, calling Trunks' name. It took a while for it to sink in, but the woman was right, /I'm not ever telling her that./ he then went in search of the boy too.
At this point, Trunks' fever had skyrocketed! Trunks had no idea how far into the woods he had gone! Plus, he was delirious and seeing things usually crack-heads see. Here's a breif look into what this child was seeing:
Flying monkeys were making a picnic for the Breif family. Bulma was winning the lottery and quitting her job so she can be with Trunks. And Vegeta and him are watching football together. * shrug*
All of the sudden everything was starting to get dark. He was stumbling and running into things.
For the first time in his life, Vegeta was starting to worry, just a little, about someone other than himself. His son was...InowhereI. A small sliver of sweat graced his brow, fear sweat. He could still hear Bulma's frantic cries a little further ahead. Vegeta then tried to find Trunks' ki, but nothing. His breath became ridged and uneven. /He's not dead! He must be...ASLEEP! Or.../ he grew furious at himself for even thinking of that for a mer moment!
That's when he heard Bulma scream. He rush to where she was, only to be shocked himself. Bulma was sobbing over a very badly worn out Trunks. To his slight relief he was not dead, but the level of Trunks' ki, upset him deeply. It was dropping, FAST! "Vegeta! His temperature is too high! And it's to cold out here, we have to get him to the hospital!" Bulma said with tears glistening on her face. "Bulma, I'll get him there." Said Vegeta sternly. Bulma nodded, "I'll get there in the car, I have to get mom and dad." Vegeta helped his wife to her trembling feet. She handed him Trunks as she went towards the house.
"What where you thinking?" Mumbled Vegeta to his barley there son. He was extremely light, even thought Trunks was mostly awake by now, he couldn't really lift his head. Vegeta took off into the forbidding black sky. Trunks didn't make a sound or anything, he didn't even twitch as the icy air slammed against his skin. Vegeta noticed that Trunks was falling asleep,. Something click in Vegeta's mind, telling him that he could not let Trunks lose conciseness. He shook the boy, and made sure that his eyes were open.
"Daddy? Where are we going?" Trunks asked weakly. Vegeta was so happy and surprised that Trunks was able to talk, he let out a relived sigh. "The hospital." He answered. "Is everything right?" Trunks asked hopefully. "Right? What?" questioned Vegeta getting confused. "You don't hate me and mommy any more?" This question surprised Vegeta. "I don't hate you two." HE said to the lavender haired child. There was then a long pause, mostly of Trunks trying to breathe. He was shivering, so Vegeta held him tighter. /he thinks I hate him? Is this why he went out?/
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OK!!! I'm spent, it's 12:11, I can't write no more!!! No flames or I'll find you and toast your heart. R&R!!!
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