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Chaotic Bystander: Wow, you guys are great! 26 reviews thus far, I'm very glad. Thank you so much for the advice too. It was quite a challenge to write something emotional for someone that rarely shows it but I've managed to make this chapter with Vegeta's POV. YAY! It would have come out sooner but I was so uncomfortable with the first draft, i.e. it sucked..., so I made a better one. Then I realized that sucked too so, I made another draft and it worked out much better. ^^

Just to clear it up in advance, these... ~*~*~ changes scene and pov and this chapter starts of with Trunks. Hope you like it. :)

The low purring of the car came to a stop as I finally pull into the driveway. I wiped my forehead with the back of my sleeve, removing the thin layer of sweat that formed upon it while pulling the key from the ignition with my free hand. Thank Kami, I finally made it home; I was so relieved from the fear of blacking out behind the wheel. I already had guessed that I'm coming down with a fever. I even had to pull over and take off my coat on the way I got so damn hot. I heard somewhere that stress could cause it, that must be true then.

I shrug off the rest off my thoughts and take a few more aspirins before leaving the car. I pause suddenly in the midst of crossing the grass to the house, staring blankly at the gravity room, my mouth slightly parted as I pondered the off-key feeling I was getting. Then I noticed the gravity room was off, I could tell by the lack of red light in the windows. Hm, I wonder where dad is, I've rarely seen him outside of it since mom's funeral a few months ago.

The crisp crinkle of fall leaves blowing reinstated my attention, causing me to refocus on my work ahead. I quickly go inside and head directly to the spiral staircase up to the second floor. Before I could make it to my room, the pungent scent of fingernail polish and sweet smelling perfume hit my nose with a burning force. I winch, the odor making me dizzy again.

I roll my eyes and bit my tongue to keep from cursing as go further down the hall. I see father's door closed and guess he must have gone to sleep. Hm, now since I realize it, I haven't seen him do that much lately either. Well, it can only do some good to catch up on a little rest. Now that I think about it, I wish I could take a short nap but duty calls. This is going to be a long night.

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The darkness crept closer like a hunter stalking its prey in the strange obis. Suddenly, my feet touched down to a hard surface. I had found myself standing in front of the master bedroom's door, a small slither of light that came from under it illuminating the dim hallway, it beckoning me to come forth. With a slight gesture, it opened on its own, I was shocked with sheer confusion to find Bulma occupying it, sitting in a lone chair in the midst darkness with only a spotlight focusing in on her. She was dressed in a fancy attire as beautiful as I remember, yet she seemed to be in a dormant state, long streams of dampness traveling from the crevices of her closed eyes. Her head shot up quickly when she finally noticed my presence.

Just as she called out to me, towering walls of black thorns shot from the ground around her, shrouding her from view. Without a second thought, I dashed over as fast my legs would allow, plunging my hand into the spiny barrier until I reached her hand within. Every one of her muffled cries sent fiery stabs into my chest, begging over and over not to let her go. Then, just as it seemed if the scales tipped in my favor, my glove pulled away from my hand, letting all chance slip away with her.

I jerked wildly from the bed as the icy jump into reality befell me. I tossed the tangled mess of sheets angrily to the floor as I managed to compose myself from my previous terror. I can feel myself frown as walked to the window, the bitter taste of my nightmare reoccurred, the same one I've had for the longest. I choked at my weakness, being unable to pull her through. I was well aware of it only being a dream but still, I deemed true in the real world.

I remember that damn phone call clearer than anything. I already knew something was wrong, I sensed it only a few moments prior, that sinking feeling that started from panic and worked its way in. An invisible hand constricting my heart tighter with each passing beat.

I didn't believe she was actually gone until the day of the funeral. Once I came to that fact, I immediately confirmed it was my fault she died, either that or I had greatly contributed to it. If only I had went with her that fateful night.

If only I had done something different to change this. I remember thinking to myself, as I saw mahogany casket lowered into this earth's flesh. And out of nowhere I thought, No... I've done nothing wrong. I should be asking, how dare she leave me this way?! How can she expect me to "love" then abandon me like this?! It was her idea to "open up" and "use my heart", and like a fool I believed her. Feh, it was her heart that killed her! Arg, who the hell am I kidding?! How could I blame her... and yet how can I not? Damn it all!

It was as if I have two sides conflicting one another on how I should react. The two feelings must have prevented me from grieving somehow though I felt somewhat guilty that I did not. I growl as my eye begins to twitch from the frustration of confusion I'm suddenly conflicted with. Damn it to hell, I don't even know what's right anymore!

I glanced at the clock as I made my way over to the closet, I had only slept an hour or two tops but I didn't care, I wasn't tired anymore. I needed to train, that was only thing in mind. I leave the large capsule mansion to my gravity room, a sanctuary to forget. I begin my training regiment abruptly, powering up into super saiyan, the gravity up into its higher levels. I just ignoring my warm up, I needed an immediate distraction. So I trained until my entire body screamed to stop and even then, I forced more sets before I collapsed on the side of the GR.

I sat there mindlessly for an unknown amount of time, letting myself focus on the heavy throb of exhaustion in each muscle. By this time, it was well into the night, I must have trained for at least eight or nine hours straight. I've trained longer than before, only a few times though, but it's quickly becoming my usual. Maybe because I prefer something that is actually physical to something emotional. With it, you could actually crush you obstacle and be done with it and with emotion, there is so many plot holes and loose ends that can leave you exposed.

My stomach suddenly growls aloud, cutting the thick silence, signaling it was time for a much needed break. I get from the pool of sweat that accumulated under me and head for the house.

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The bright red numbers of the clock reading "10:22" seemed to mock me as I look over to it. This is ridiculous, I've been working all this time and I'm not even halfway done! And the worst part about it is, it's only a thirty minute presentation! I sigh heavily and rest my face in my hands. I figured it was past due time for a break, maybe a little snack. I'm not really that hungry but I know I have to eat something before the day was officially over. I bend over backwards in my chair and kicked out my leg's to stretch before getting up.

I walked groggily down the hall and downstairs to the kitchen, making a slight shuffling sound since I wasn't picking up my feet all the way. I pull open the fridge and began taking out a few choice things, holding more than one thing in each hand, even holding a few things under my arm.

I close the refrigerator door with the back of my heel and just happened to look over in the dimmer part of the kitchen. I suddenly freaked as I saw a figure over there; I distinctly remember yelling "Dear God!" before I had to catch the items that flew out of my hands in shock.

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I blinked as I paused from eating and watched the boy's quite amusing display.

"Damn father, why didn't you say something? You scared me half to death." He shook his head slightly, while visible calming himself and placed the food on the counter.

"A better question is why hadn't you sensed me already?" I look him in the eyes from across the room. "If I was anyone else, you would be dead now."

"...You're right... I guess... I wasn't paying any attention..." He put his head down slightly then went back to what he was originally doing before. I frown at him. Was that all?

"Why haven't you been training?" I asked, causing him to pause in his tracks.

"...I guess... I don't have time anymore..."

"Either you guess or you don't. Which one?" I asked firmly.

"I don't, okay? Its late and I really don't want to talk about that right now."

"I suggest you watch your tone, boy." I snort heavily and narrow my eyes slightly.

"Yes sir..." I heard him mumble and sat at the table; I noticed he chose to sit further down from me that usual but I don't mention it. I also noticed that he's not eating much, rather just fooling around with it but I don't mention that either. I get up from the table and tossed the dishes into the dish washer, leaving out the house without another word to him.

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Thank Kami he finally left. I sighed out and let the tense feeling in my shoulders relax. I now realize I'm not even hungry anymore, not that I'm sure I even was to being with, so I decided to get back to work to. Man, I just want to get this over with already.

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I had continued training until the early hours of the morning before I was exhausted enough to sleep again. I entered the silent house and went upstairs to get ready for bed. On the way, I checked Bra's room from the doorway to make sure everything was in order before I exited, leaving with a few seconds due to the exposure of "pop icon" posters and more "feminine products" then I wanted to see.

I stopped when I saw a stream of light coming for under Trunks' door. I knock upon it but there was no answer. I entered anyway and saw him asleep at his desk, his arm hanging over the edge. I walked over to him, glancing over to his computer that read "Save complete", coming to the conclusion that this was what he was up for.

I thought of awaking him but thought better of it. I shut his computer down myself then carried him over to his bed, pulling the sheet up to him before I turn out the light. I gave a tired sigh as I closed his door back and went down to my room to get some rest but not before a much needed shower.

Chaotic Bystander: Well?! *looks around eagerly* How does this chapter make you feel? I hope I got my point across about how the two of them, Trunks and Vegeta, view everything. If not, Vegeta basically doesn't know what to feel and smothers it with constant training while Trunks thinks he doesn't care and feels "distant" from everything. Not to mention this little pill popping thing going on. And what about Vegeta's dreams? Yeah, if you're thinking something deeper is going on, it is. Bai Bai! ^^