Vegeta's POV
"RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!" I yelled to my son in horror as the wife came into the room.
Trunks did not need that yell 'cause as I turned around I saw him ahead of me trying to open the window and escape.
He opened the window and we both started flying far away as possible.
"Guys! Come back!" we heard Bulma's voice from the distant.
We both flew few moments in silence before we understood something important . . . we did not have a place to go.
I looked at the ground beneath us, "do you think it was Alex?" I asked the boy.
He looked at me confused, "What do you mean?" he asked me.
"Alex who called Bulma and told here we were there," I explained him.
"No, why should she do such a thing?" he asked me more confused then before.
'Man, is he slow or what?' I thought to myself and started glaring at him.
"Oh, now I get your point!" he said after a minuet of thinking.
If I did not know better I was probably thinking: 1) He's not my son. Or 2) His original hair color is blond and not purple . . .{A/N: I don't think blonds are stupid (I'm half blond too! I won't say that I'm stupid, won't I?) . . . Vegeta does! . . . thought that means that all super saiyans are stupid XD}.
"Do you think we were wrong by not letting Alex come with us?" I tried to start a conversation.
"No, she's too young to fight battles . . . beside, she's a girl," he answered shortly.
"Did you ever try to train her?" I kept asking him so there won't be embracing silence.
"Yeah, how do you think she can fly if I didn't train her?" he asked me.
"Well, train her more!" I barked at him.
"I won't let any saiyans member of this family be a weakling," I mumbled under my breath.
"What do you want from us?! We're doing the best we can but it's never good enough for you!" he yelled at me suddenly.
'Us'. . .'We'. . . ? what does he mean? Alex is the only one I ever pushed to perfection in the last week . . . I already know he is strong . . . maybe he even stronger then me! What is eating him? Maybe . . . no . . . his too old for this stupid thing to bug him . . . but in second thought, he never had me in the future . . .
I looked at my future son amused.
"I can't believe you are jealous in your own daughter!" I told him.
"I'm not! What gave that stupid idea?" he asked me.
Suddenly he made a quick move and stopped in front of me; I stopped in place too.
"What's the matter?" I asked him confused.
"Did you say 'your own daughter'?" he asked me.
"Yeah, what your point?" I asked him.
"So you mean you finally accept the fact that I have a daughter and you have a granddaughter?" he asked me.
"I always did," I replayed confused not understanding where all this hading to.
"And you accept me as your son?" he asked me desperately.
'Gee, of course I do!' I thought to myself as I slapped myself in the face to the sound of a stupid question like this.
"No," I simply answered him.
He turned around and started flying again.
I blinked in surprise.
'Is it me or this boy just took the thing I said seriously?' I asked myself as I sighed.
I started flying and caught up with him really quickly, I was not going to tell him that I was joking about what I said now. . . lets see when he'll figure it out by himself!
"SOOOOOOOOOOOO . . . . why are you escaping from Bulma?" I asked him knowing his reason wouldn't be even close to mine.
He looked at me with his deep blue eyes and sighed, it took his forever only to open his mouth.
"Well, the real reason is-
TBC . . .
Do you have an idea to what should the reason be? Write it to me 'cause I'm hopeless!
Now it is your chance to choose this story continue!
Reviews please!
Love ya, bye, bye!
"RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!" I yelled to my son in horror as the wife came into the room.
Trunks did not need that yell 'cause as I turned around I saw him ahead of me trying to open the window and escape.
He opened the window and we both started flying far away as possible.
"Guys! Come back!" we heard Bulma's voice from the distant.
We both flew few moments in silence before we understood something important . . . we did not have a place to go.
I looked at the ground beneath us, "do you think it was Alex?" I asked the boy.
He looked at me confused, "What do you mean?" he asked me.
"Alex who called Bulma and told here we were there," I explained him.
"No, why should she do such a thing?" he asked me more confused then before.
'Man, is he slow or what?' I thought to myself and started glaring at him.
"Oh, now I get your point!" he said after a minuet of thinking.
If I did not know better I was probably thinking: 1) He's not my son. Or 2) His original hair color is blond and not purple . . .{A/N: I don't think blonds are stupid (I'm half blond too! I won't say that I'm stupid, won't I?) . . . Vegeta does! . . . thought that means that all super saiyans are stupid XD}.
"Do you think we were wrong by not letting Alex come with us?" I tried to start a conversation.
"No, she's too young to fight battles . . . beside, she's a girl," he answered shortly.
"Did you ever try to train her?" I kept asking him so there won't be embracing silence.
"Yeah, how do you think she can fly if I didn't train her?" he asked me.
"Well, train her more!" I barked at him.
"I won't let any saiyans member of this family be a weakling," I mumbled under my breath.
"What do you want from us?! We're doing the best we can but it's never good enough for you!" he yelled at me suddenly.
'Us'. . .'We'. . . ? what does he mean? Alex is the only one I ever pushed to perfection in the last week . . . I already know he is strong . . . maybe he even stronger then me! What is eating him? Maybe . . . no . . . his too old for this stupid thing to bug him . . . but in second thought, he never had me in the future . . .
I looked at my future son amused.
"I can't believe you are jealous in your own daughter!" I told him.
"I'm not! What gave that stupid idea?" he asked me.
Suddenly he made a quick move and stopped in front of me; I stopped in place too.
"What's the matter?" I asked him confused.
"Did you say 'your own daughter'?" he asked me.
"Yeah, what your point?" I asked him.
"So you mean you finally accept the fact that I have a daughter and you have a granddaughter?" he asked me.
"I always did," I replayed confused not understanding where all this hading to.
"And you accept me as your son?" he asked me desperately.
'Gee, of course I do!' I thought to myself as I slapped myself in the face to the sound of a stupid question like this.
"No," I simply answered him.
He turned around and started flying again.
I blinked in surprise.
'Is it me or this boy just took the thing I said seriously?' I asked myself as I sighed.
I started flying and caught up with him really quickly, I was not going to tell him that I was joking about what I said now. . . lets see when he'll figure it out by himself!
"SOOOOOOOOOOOO . . . . why are you escaping from Bulma?" I asked him knowing his reason wouldn't be even close to mine.
He looked at me with his deep blue eyes and sighed, it took his forever only to open his mouth.
"Well, the real reason is-
TBC . . .
Do you have an idea to what should the reason be? Write it to me 'cause I'm hopeless!
Now it is your chance to choose this story continue!
Reviews please!
Love ya, bye, bye!