T2

Trunks landed back on his home planet within 20 minuets, which was way too soon. He didn't even have time to make up a good alibi to tell his father. Not that it would matter, he was dead either way.

"Ok Trunks times up... come on out of there..." Radiz said stepping in front of the space pod so that Trunks could see his legs through the tiny red window. Trunks sat as still as he could, he was in no rush to leave the safety of his pod. So maybe if he acted like he was sleeping they'd leave him be... Ya right... "You get your ass out of there right now!! Or I'll pull you out myself!" Radiz yelled becoming impatient.

Trunks had no choice, it was either came out nicely or be forced out and probably beaten. Trunks chose to cooperate, at least for now... "I'm coming." Trunks snapped back, struggling to get to his feet without having his hands free to help him. Radiz and Goku however offered no assents, instead just watched him stumble to a standing position. "There I'm out..." Trunks said in the best cocky voice he could conger up at the moment.

"About fucking time! Now come there's a car waiting to take you back to you father. Right this way." Goku glared at Trunks before turning and walking in the direction of the waiting vehicle.

The drive to the princes house was much too quick, and Trunks felt sick the whole time. "We're there..." Goku said getting out of the car. "Now don't try and pull anything that might wind you up in more trouble, just follow me."

Trunks slowly stepped out of the car and followed Goku until they were almost to the entrance. Then another bolt of panic shoot through the prince's gut. Trunks waited until Goku was just turned around, then he spun on his heels and made a mad dash to... well he really had no idea were to, but he didn't want to face his father yet. However he never got very far before a foot reached out and tripped him, making Trunks fall hard to the floor, hitting his face as he had no hands to protect it.

"You know you really are dumb." Gohan laughed approaching his father. "How far did he get this time?" he asked sarcastically.

"What do you think? That fool hardly made it to the next planet before we caught up with him. Now would you please go find your brother. After I return him to Vegeta I want to start our training."

Gohan nodded then walked back the way he came. Making sure to give Trunks a good kick to the ribs when he walked by.

"Now as for you... on you feet!!!" Goku yelled grabbing a handful of the prince's hair and dragging him to a standing position. "Radiz, why don't you go help Gohan and Goten get ready for our work out, I'll take him from hear."

"Ya sure, but don't stay too long I don't what to be training for the rest of the day." Radiz sighed then started walking in the direction that Gohan had went.

"Ok inside!" Goku ordered pulling Trunks now by the ear, ignoring his soft whimpers.

They both walked quickly down the hall and into his fathers chamber. Trunk hated this room most of all. Even though it was so nicely decorated, all the bad memories of being yelled at and beaten flooded back into his head. "No!! Please no I hate this room!!" Trunks begged feeling hot tears run down his face again.

"Your back! How fare did he get this time?" Trunks father said slowly as he stood up from his throne.

"My king..." Goku bowed his head before continuing. "He managed to just reach planet Halo sire, we caught him there."

"Very well, you may leave now... I need to teach my son a lesson..." Goku bowed again then released Trunks ear and left the room.

Trunks made sure to keep his eyes fixed firmly to the floor, as his dad moved closer to him. He was shaking so bad he thought for sure he was going to pass out at any given moment, but he never.

"What am I going to do with you?" Vegeta said stepping right up to his son. "Obviously punishing you doesn't seem to help, or maybe I just need to be more harsh... ummm?..."

Trunks knew he'd better answer before his dad got too angry. "I'm... sorry..." He said trying his best to keep the lump in his throat from turning into a cry. But his voice was unmistakably weak and shaky.

"Sorry..... ya umm... I seem to recall you telling me that the last seven times. So what makes this time any different?" Trunks was amazed at how calm his father was being, maybe he would get off the hook easy this time.

"I don't know..." Trunks almost whispered, still looking at his feet.

"Well do you think beating you again will help? Or should I think of something different?" Trunks didn't answer. How was he supposed to know what the 'different' thing was. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Vegeta said suddenly, raising his voice so that Trunks jumped.

That was the hardest thing Trunks had to do. He slowly looked into his fathers eyes, trying with no prevail to stop the tears from falling from his crystal blue eyes. "I don't know... F...f...father...."

"Well if you don't then who does?" Trunks hadn't the slightest idea what to say. "Now I'm going to tell you for the very last time boy... IF YOU EVER RUN AWAY AGAIN I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!" Vegeta yell as loud as he could. Then with his mighty hand he hit Trunks hard in the jaw, knocking him to the floor. "Now you get the fuck to your room and stay there until I say... Understand! Because if you even think of running away again when I find you, you'll wish you'd never been born." Vegeta reached a hand down and quickly pulled the rope off his sons wrist, then gave him a nasty kick to get Trunks to hurry out the door.

Trunks ran as fast as he could to his room on the second floor. Once there he locked the door then sat on his bed and began to sob. He hated everything about his life, why couldn't he just die and go live with his mother... Wait! Death... Trunks had never actually considered such an option before, but maybe that was the only way...What ever it was he needed to do something to improve his situation and fast. Trunks looked around his room thinking hard about some way to ease his pain. Then he remembered his razor that was in the bathroom.... He could use that couldn't he?

Trunks made his way quickly to his shaving kit, where he found a brand new super sharp razor. He made his way back to his bed and sat on the floor, then looked down at his wrist.... Would it hurt? How long would it take? And would he really find his mother on the other side? "Why does my life have to be so fucked up?" he cried quietly to himself. Trunks slowly raised the razor to his wrist and with one quick swipe he made a small cut along his arm. He hissed as pain wrenched up his arm. But after the first bit of irritation was done it somehow felt good. As though all of his problems were draining out of him. Trunks again took the razor and slid it across his wrist, not deep enough to hit any big vines, but enough to cause a soothing pain. One that allowed all his emotions to leave his body with his blood. Trunks repeated this almost five more time, until his Saiyan armor's sleeve was drenched in his blood, and he felt rather dizzy.

His breathing was extremely heavy as he climbed up into his bed and covered himself with his blankets. Maybe tomorrow would be better, though Trunks highly bet on that....

Hay all what do you think of chapter two? Don't worry I wont let Trunks die or anything... But he'll probably get into some trouble when he wakes up with all his blood on himself...

RR please Oh and the reason I use Goku instead of Kakorott is because it's easer to type...