Someday
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or my 3rd favorite band Nickelback or their song 'Someday' (1st favorite Evanescence, 2nd 3 Doors Down). I'm really sorry that it has taken 4 months for me to get another chapter out but I'm one of those people who does 1 parters and one parters only.The Torture of the Professor (so far my only multiple chapter fanfic) has turned out to be a dud with readers so I'm going to try my hand at my serious side once again. Enjoy!
P.S: I didn't specify in the last chapter how old Trunks and Bra were. SO lets make Trunks umm 18 and Bra 6!!! Trunks is working in Capsule Corp. as a job away from school which for him is in the summer and Bra is in 2nd grade.
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How the hell did we wind up like this
Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
I wish you'd unclench your fists
And unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
Don't think its too late
It was a quite day in the living residence in Capsule Corp. and on the outside absolutely nothing was wrong, but on the inside little Bra sat on the coach watching TV, Trunks was in his fathers gravity chamber and walking by the master bedroom on the second level someone's pitiful voice can be heard.sobbing. It's been a month since Vegeta left the Briefs household and it was getting harder and harder to live in the house without hearing someone crying. The whole family was taking the change of pace and atmosphere for the worse and it was getting harder for everyone to hide the distress.
Bulma curled up on her king sized bed, the same as most weekends, crying. She knew that she should be over it by now, but the fact that he was gone was just too much to handle. The fact that he could leave her so easily, leave her on a whim, tore her apart. She kept trying to force herself to deny it, but she will always love him with all her heart and soul. She felt connected to that man, of coarse it was probably just that bond between them. Vegeta could be so stubborn sometimes. If it was any other man they would be back begging for forgiveness by now, but Vegeta isn't any ordinary man. He's the handsome Prince of all Saiyans and she loves him.
Nothin's wrong
just as long as
you know that someday I will
She heard from Chi chi that Goku had been going out a few times a week to without telling her and coming back later that night with bumps and bruises. She assumed it was to spar with Vegeta. He could be pretty rough when he was having some kind of trouble. He was probably somewhere in the desert destroying rocks during the days, after all he wouldn't let anyone or anything halt his training regiment. Bulma had thought about going out there and dragging him back by his hair but it wouldn't work, he wouldn't budge without getting some kind of an apology out of her. So she'd just stayed here and had been trying to go on with her life like nothing had happened. She was completely oblivious to everything right not as she stopped sobbing her worries away and thought back to her troubled children who weren't having much of a better time with the unofficial divorce than she was.
Someday, somehow
gonna make it allright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
gonna make it allright but not right
now
I know you're wondering when
The ground shook beneath the house whenever Trunks powered up to avoid a blast or flew threw the air in the gravity room. He was training almost as intensely as his father had when he was here, breaking new barriers of strength in that same gravity defying room. This room held most of the memories he had of his father. Memories of training, none stop training, and in the past few years more memories of training with him. Vegeta would always beat him shamelessly but it was worth it to get to spend some more time with him. He was never good with the concept of father son bonding but Trunks found that in a spar Vegeta would really open up to him.
He had been doing a lot better at school lately. He had to. Even though he had been worried about his dad and the occasional tremor of the earth, which he knew very well was caused by Vegeta's vigorous training, he and his sister had gotten more sleep and had to be strong for their mother. Trunks had to make his usual good grades as not to worry her.
Trunks thought about tracking him down a few times, asking him to come back home so they could be a family like they always were. If he did this he might even need to bring Bra along. He always seemed to be more susceptible to persuasion whenever Bra was around. It was probably because Bra was special; he was there for her birth, unlike Trunk's birth when he went to train in space.
Well I hoped that since we're here anyway
We could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up stringing
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Lets rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a hollywood horror
Inside the Briefs house Bra watched the gravity chamber through the window in the kitchen. Every time that her older brother went to train, which was becoming increasingly more often, she would get up from the TV and watch the window. Maybe her dad would feel Trunks training and come home, maybe for good. She had always adored her parents; her mom because she was always giving her compliments about how much they look alike, how she would become even more beautiful than her one day and taking care of her every need. Her father because of how nice he was to her when he wasn't nice to a lot of other people. He had always protected her; beating up people who made her cry and making her feel safe by his very presence.
But the father that she looked up to had abandoned her months ago. He left after a fight with mommy one day and had never come back. Bra missed him dearly and wished everyday that he would stroll through the front door like nothing was wrong. It hadn't been the case so far but she knew that she would never give up hope.
Nothin's wrong
just as long as
you know that someday I will
Bra was having a difficult time adjusting to a life where Vegeta didn't take her to school in the morning and pick her up in the afternoon. Her mom had started going to work later to take her in the morning and Trunks took off early to pick her up. They told her when she asked that they didn't know how long that this rough schedule would last. They didn't even try to comfort her and say whenever dad gets back. They just continued to drive her to and from school everyday. Her life had become a schedule of school television and sleep. She didn't like it but she knew that the whole family had some kind of schedule to keep them going.
Someday, somehow
gonna make it allright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
gonna make it allright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
200 miles from the West City capital the wind was blowing harder than usual. There were ferocious sandstorms hissing in the wind as another explosion could be heard from a distance. Vegeta, mighty prince of the Saiyans, stood alone in the middle of a crater. The crater was located in the desert south of his residence and close to the little camp that he was currently making his home. It was the same thing for 3 months; he would start his day stretching, then hunt for his food for the day which of coarse was raw animals, train for the rest of the day and have dinner even if he didn't catch anything for that day.
Vegeta was living the same day by day with Goku visiting to train every once in awhile. Regardless of what Vegeta told him he was homesick lonely and just plain tired of fighting with Bulma and with himself. He would fly home at top speed right then if his pride would allow it. If he went home he would be surrendering his last ounce of pride to his women and he wouldn't allow it. He was the one to leave and she would be the on to come crawling, begging for him to come back home to her and the children. The children. Oh how he missed them. They had made his day for the so many years that it was quite an adjustment not to get up in the morning and yell for Trunks to get up. But he managed and will continue to.
What he really missed though was Bulma. He missed her not being there for him. She was the only one who ever really understood him, her and Goku. So he wasn't worried that she would eventually come to him. She knew that he wouldn't come back on his own so she would have to bring him back. He loved her and she knew it even if he never spoke the words. Before the dreaded fights between them began they had always led a healthy relationship of arguments and make up sessions. But then they stopped making up and he had left.just like that one day during another heated fight.
He would go back. He had to. Just not today.
How the hell did we wind up like this
Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Lets rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a hollywood horror
Nothin's wrong
just as long as
you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
gonna make it allright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
make it allright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
I know you're wondering when
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or my 3rd favorite band Nickelback or their song 'Someday' (1st favorite Evanescence, 2nd 3 Doors Down). I'm really sorry that it has taken 4 months for me to get another chapter out but I'm one of those people who does 1 parters and one parters only.The Torture of the Professor (so far my only multiple chapter fanfic) has turned out to be a dud with readers so I'm going to try my hand at my serious side once again. Enjoy!
P.S: I didn't specify in the last chapter how old Trunks and Bra were. SO lets make Trunks umm 18 and Bra 6!!! Trunks is working in Capsule Corp. as a job away from school which for him is in the summer and Bra is in 2nd grade.
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How the hell did we wind up like this
Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
I wish you'd unclench your fists
And unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
Don't think its too late
It was a quite day in the living residence in Capsule Corp. and on the outside absolutely nothing was wrong, but on the inside little Bra sat on the coach watching TV, Trunks was in his fathers gravity chamber and walking by the master bedroom on the second level someone's pitiful voice can be heard.sobbing. It's been a month since Vegeta left the Briefs household and it was getting harder and harder to live in the house without hearing someone crying. The whole family was taking the change of pace and atmosphere for the worse and it was getting harder for everyone to hide the distress.
Bulma curled up on her king sized bed, the same as most weekends, crying. She knew that she should be over it by now, but the fact that he was gone was just too much to handle. The fact that he could leave her so easily, leave her on a whim, tore her apart. She kept trying to force herself to deny it, but she will always love him with all her heart and soul. She felt connected to that man, of coarse it was probably just that bond between them. Vegeta could be so stubborn sometimes. If it was any other man they would be back begging for forgiveness by now, but Vegeta isn't any ordinary man. He's the handsome Prince of all Saiyans and she loves him.
Nothin's wrong
just as long as
you know that someday I will
She heard from Chi chi that Goku had been going out a few times a week to without telling her and coming back later that night with bumps and bruises. She assumed it was to spar with Vegeta. He could be pretty rough when he was having some kind of trouble. He was probably somewhere in the desert destroying rocks during the days, after all he wouldn't let anyone or anything halt his training regiment. Bulma had thought about going out there and dragging him back by his hair but it wouldn't work, he wouldn't budge without getting some kind of an apology out of her. So she'd just stayed here and had been trying to go on with her life like nothing had happened. She was completely oblivious to everything right not as she stopped sobbing her worries away and thought back to her troubled children who weren't having much of a better time with the unofficial divorce than she was.
Someday, somehow
gonna make it allright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
gonna make it allright but not right
now
I know you're wondering when
The ground shook beneath the house whenever Trunks powered up to avoid a blast or flew threw the air in the gravity room. He was training almost as intensely as his father had when he was here, breaking new barriers of strength in that same gravity defying room. This room held most of the memories he had of his father. Memories of training, none stop training, and in the past few years more memories of training with him. Vegeta would always beat him shamelessly but it was worth it to get to spend some more time with him. He was never good with the concept of father son bonding but Trunks found that in a spar Vegeta would really open up to him.
He had been doing a lot better at school lately. He had to. Even though he had been worried about his dad and the occasional tremor of the earth, which he knew very well was caused by Vegeta's vigorous training, he and his sister had gotten more sleep and had to be strong for their mother. Trunks had to make his usual good grades as not to worry her.
Trunks thought about tracking him down a few times, asking him to come back home so they could be a family like they always were. If he did this he might even need to bring Bra along. He always seemed to be more susceptible to persuasion whenever Bra was around. It was probably because Bra was special; he was there for her birth, unlike Trunk's birth when he went to train in space.
Well I hoped that since we're here anyway
We could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up stringing
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Lets rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a hollywood horror
Inside the Briefs house Bra watched the gravity chamber through the window in the kitchen. Every time that her older brother went to train, which was becoming increasingly more often, she would get up from the TV and watch the window. Maybe her dad would feel Trunks training and come home, maybe for good. She had always adored her parents; her mom because she was always giving her compliments about how much they look alike, how she would become even more beautiful than her one day and taking care of her every need. Her father because of how nice he was to her when he wasn't nice to a lot of other people. He had always protected her; beating up people who made her cry and making her feel safe by his very presence.
But the father that she looked up to had abandoned her months ago. He left after a fight with mommy one day and had never come back. Bra missed him dearly and wished everyday that he would stroll through the front door like nothing was wrong. It hadn't been the case so far but she knew that she would never give up hope.
Nothin's wrong
just as long as
you know that someday I will
Bra was having a difficult time adjusting to a life where Vegeta didn't take her to school in the morning and pick her up in the afternoon. Her mom had started going to work later to take her in the morning and Trunks took off early to pick her up. They told her when she asked that they didn't know how long that this rough schedule would last. They didn't even try to comfort her and say whenever dad gets back. They just continued to drive her to and from school everyday. Her life had become a schedule of school television and sleep. She didn't like it but she knew that the whole family had some kind of schedule to keep them going.
Someday, somehow
gonna make it allright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
gonna make it allright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
200 miles from the West City capital the wind was blowing harder than usual. There were ferocious sandstorms hissing in the wind as another explosion could be heard from a distance. Vegeta, mighty prince of the Saiyans, stood alone in the middle of a crater. The crater was located in the desert south of his residence and close to the little camp that he was currently making his home. It was the same thing for 3 months; he would start his day stretching, then hunt for his food for the day which of coarse was raw animals, train for the rest of the day and have dinner even if he didn't catch anything for that day.
Vegeta was living the same day by day with Goku visiting to train every once in awhile. Regardless of what Vegeta told him he was homesick lonely and just plain tired of fighting with Bulma and with himself. He would fly home at top speed right then if his pride would allow it. If he went home he would be surrendering his last ounce of pride to his women and he wouldn't allow it. He was the one to leave and she would be the on to come crawling, begging for him to come back home to her and the children. The children. Oh how he missed them. They had made his day for the so many years that it was quite an adjustment not to get up in the morning and yell for Trunks to get up. But he managed and will continue to.
What he really missed though was Bulma. He missed her not being there for him. She was the only one who ever really understood him, her and Goku. So he wasn't worried that she would eventually come to him. She knew that he wouldn't come back on his own so she would have to bring him back. He loved her and she knew it even if he never spoke the words. Before the dreaded fights between them began they had always led a healthy relationship of arguments and make up sessions. But then they stopped making up and he had left.just like that one day during another heated fight.
He would go back. He had to. Just not today.
How the hell did we wind up like this
Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Lets rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a hollywood horror
Nothin's wrong
just as long as
you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
gonna make it allright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
make it allright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
I know you're wondering when