*O.k. kindas, here it is, my next installment. The last chapter centered
more around Vegeta, but this chapter is going to center more around Trunks.
It will probably keep flipping back and forth throughout the story.
Please review, especially for this chapter. I really want feed back. Thank
you for all those who have been reviewing, I love reading all of them, and
it makes me feel good.*
Vocab for Chapter 3:
Okasan-mother Oneechan-little sister
Disclaimer-Unfortunately, I have not, do not, or will never own DBZ, ...or maybe by some luck of the draw, Akira Toriyama, will love my fanfic sooooo much that he'll just hand me over the rights. (yeah right!)
Vegeta On His Own
Chapter 3
The Mother's Love Lost
"Trunks, sweetie, wake up."
Trunks slowly opened his eyes to see his grandmother standing over him. "Trunks, why were you sleeping on the couch?" she asked him in her soft voice. Trunks looked around him and realized that he was on the couch, but couldn't see his father anywhere.
"I was with Papa," he mumbled as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Where is Otosan?" he asked wondering why he wasn't there.
Mrs. Briefs just shrugged her shoulders. "Probably training, the bastard," she mumbled as she walked off into the kitchen to make breakfeast.
The rest of the day, Trunks spent at home waiting for whenever his father would come home from wherever he was. His grandparents had started to make funeral arrangements, which just depressed him more. The Sons came over a little after lunch, and after that Krillin and his family came over along with Yamcha, Master Roshi, Oolong, and Puar.
Goten and Marron were with Trunks in his room. Trunks was lying on his back on his bed, and Goten and Marron were sitting on the floor, and trying to get Trunks to do stuff with them.
"I've got an idea," said Marron, "Let's all go to the park!"
" Okasan used to always take me to the park," said Trunks in a monotone voice. The other two exchanged glances trying to think of things that they could do.
"We could play games on your PS2!" exclaimed Goten.
"Okasan gave that to me on my birthday."
"We could run around yelling like chickens with our heads cut off just to annoy the adults." Goten suggested.
"I don't want to do that," whined Marron.
"Either do I. Besides I only did that to annoy Okasan," said Trunks continuing to stare up at the ceiling. Just then, Chi Chi walked in the door.
"Dinner's ready for anyone who wants it," she announced. With that, Goten jumped up, yelling in excitement and went running down the stairs. Marron followed behind Goten. Trunks started to slowly get up from his bed when Chi Chi approached him. She sat down on his bed next to him. "You know, Trunks, that if you ever need someone to talk to, I will always be there. You're Goten's best friend and your mother was my best friend. I know this must be really hard for you, I mean this is even hard for me, because it was so sudden, but we have to depend on eachother to get through these hard times. O.K."
Trunks nodded his head. "Good," she said and hugged him. "Now, do you want to come downstairs and eat some dinner?" Trunks nodded his head again, and they got up and went downstairs to where everyone was sitting around their huge table.
Chi Chi and Mrs. Briefs brought out the food, and Goku, Goten, and Gohan started to chow down. However, they ate much slower this time and in silence. The silence at the dinner table seemed eerie because their meals together had always seemed full of cheeriness and laughter. Trunks had his elbow on the table and was leaning his head on his hand, and swirling the food on his plate around with his fork. Every once in a while he would take a bite of the peas or potatoes.
Just when Trunks was thinking about where his dad had run off to, he heard the front door swing open. Everyone looked up from their meal to see Vegeta walk into the room. When he saw everyone he just nodded in acknowledgement.
"Would you like some food, Vegeta?" Chi Chi asked.
"No thanks," he replied. He walked over towards Trunks and pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. Right after he had sat down. Mrs. Briefs put her hands on her hips and yelled at him.
"How could you run out and train all day right after your wife died like that, you're so uncompassionate and such a jerk sometimes, Vegeta, you should feel ashamed of yourself." Everyone around the table just stared at her in shock of what she had just said to Vegeta and half-expecting him to jump up and start beating her in rage.
But he just gave her his cold glare. "I wasn't training." He replied through gritted teeth.
"Well then where were you?" She asked him.
"I was at the hospital with Bra." Everyone was taken aback. They had been so concerned with Bulma's death that they had completely forgotten that the Briefs also had a new member of the family.
"Shouldn't you have brought her home then?" Mrs. Briefs asked, only this time with less accusation in her voice.
"The doctors said that they want to keep her there until Tuesday."
"Otosan?" Trunks asked. "Are you going to the hospital tomorrow, too?"
"Yes," replied Vegeta, "why?"
"Can I come with you and see oneechan?" Trunks looked up at his father and gave him his pouting face.
"Of course you can, and I'll bet she's anxious to see you."
The rest of the night everyone told Vegeta about the funeral arrangements. They had all decided that it would be on Sunday, and that they were going to try and keep it as small as possible. Eventually, they all left and Mrs. Briefs made Trunks go upstairs to bed. Once again, Trunks had a hard time sleeping, and his mind kept wandering to his mother. It wasn't fair. Why did she have to go, he didn't want to have to grow up without her. He remembered back to his 10th birthday, and what she had said to him.
~ "You have already lived one decade of your life, Trunks, and I've loved watching you grow. And in the next ten years you will grow up into a handsome, young man. And you will go to school and get strait A's, just like your mother, and you will be super strong, just like your father. And then in the next ten years after that, maybe you'll find a job, or you will travel all around the world, and when you go to some exotic island with some unpronounceable name, you will meet this beautiful young woman, and fall madly in love with her. And then you will start your own family, and you will have beautiful, smart, strong, wonderful children, just like I did. And you'll love to watch them grow up with so much love, and only then, when you have children of your own, Trunks, will you understand just how much I love you, and enjoy watching you grow up."~
His eyes filled with tears as he remembered his mother's smiling face. He got up out of bed and went to get a drink of water. On his way back to his room, he realized that his father was on the couch again, with the T.V. on to nothing in particular. He shuffled his feet back to his room, and tried to find sleep, once again.
Vegeta took Trunks to the hospital, the next day, just like he had said he would. Trunks was a little shocked to see that his baby sister was hooked up to an I.V. and a respirator, and had some kind of plastic shell covering her. Trunks asked his father about why she was like that, and he said that it was because she was still really weak, and so she had to have it to help her stay alive.
Vegeta told Trunks about what some of the doctors had said to him yesterday. He said that she was doing really well for her condition, and she was making great progress and would be able to go home with them soon. He also explained, though, that she had a weak immune system, so she could get sick easily, and that she would also probably always be a little small for her age.
"Like you?" Trunks asked. Vegeta just glared at him.
"That's not funny," he said seriously, but then he just smirked at his son's remark.
Trunks turned back to Bra and put his hand and the plastic shell. "Hi, Bra." He said in a soft voice. "I'm your big brother, and I will always take care of you, and I will help protect you, and when you ever need anyone to talk to, I will listen."
Vegeta's felt full of pride, but also a slight twinge at his heartstring and his expression saddened when he heard his son talk to his daughter. "She can't hear you." He told Trunks. Trunks turned around and looked at his father quizzically. Vegeta looked into Trunks' eyes and took a deep breath. "She's deaf."
*Dun, Dun, Dunnnnn! And the plot thickens. Please tell me what you think of this development. O-negai shimasu. I love it when you review.*
Vocab for Chapter 3:
Okasan-mother Oneechan-little sister
Disclaimer-Unfortunately, I have not, do not, or will never own DBZ, ...or maybe by some luck of the draw, Akira Toriyama, will love my fanfic sooooo much that he'll just hand me over the rights. (yeah right!)
Vegeta On His Own
Chapter 3
The Mother's Love Lost
"Trunks, sweetie, wake up."
Trunks slowly opened his eyes to see his grandmother standing over him. "Trunks, why were you sleeping on the couch?" she asked him in her soft voice. Trunks looked around him and realized that he was on the couch, but couldn't see his father anywhere.
"I was with Papa," he mumbled as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Where is Otosan?" he asked wondering why he wasn't there.
Mrs. Briefs just shrugged her shoulders. "Probably training, the bastard," she mumbled as she walked off into the kitchen to make breakfeast.
The rest of the day, Trunks spent at home waiting for whenever his father would come home from wherever he was. His grandparents had started to make funeral arrangements, which just depressed him more. The Sons came over a little after lunch, and after that Krillin and his family came over along with Yamcha, Master Roshi, Oolong, and Puar.
Goten and Marron were with Trunks in his room. Trunks was lying on his back on his bed, and Goten and Marron were sitting on the floor, and trying to get Trunks to do stuff with them.
"I've got an idea," said Marron, "Let's all go to the park!"
" Okasan used to always take me to the park," said Trunks in a monotone voice. The other two exchanged glances trying to think of things that they could do.
"We could play games on your PS2!" exclaimed Goten.
"Okasan gave that to me on my birthday."
"We could run around yelling like chickens with our heads cut off just to annoy the adults." Goten suggested.
"I don't want to do that," whined Marron.
"Either do I. Besides I only did that to annoy Okasan," said Trunks continuing to stare up at the ceiling. Just then, Chi Chi walked in the door.
"Dinner's ready for anyone who wants it," she announced. With that, Goten jumped up, yelling in excitement and went running down the stairs. Marron followed behind Goten. Trunks started to slowly get up from his bed when Chi Chi approached him. She sat down on his bed next to him. "You know, Trunks, that if you ever need someone to talk to, I will always be there. You're Goten's best friend and your mother was my best friend. I know this must be really hard for you, I mean this is even hard for me, because it was so sudden, but we have to depend on eachother to get through these hard times. O.K."
Trunks nodded his head. "Good," she said and hugged him. "Now, do you want to come downstairs and eat some dinner?" Trunks nodded his head again, and they got up and went downstairs to where everyone was sitting around their huge table.
Chi Chi and Mrs. Briefs brought out the food, and Goku, Goten, and Gohan started to chow down. However, they ate much slower this time and in silence. The silence at the dinner table seemed eerie because their meals together had always seemed full of cheeriness and laughter. Trunks had his elbow on the table and was leaning his head on his hand, and swirling the food on his plate around with his fork. Every once in a while he would take a bite of the peas or potatoes.
Just when Trunks was thinking about where his dad had run off to, he heard the front door swing open. Everyone looked up from their meal to see Vegeta walk into the room. When he saw everyone he just nodded in acknowledgement.
"Would you like some food, Vegeta?" Chi Chi asked.
"No thanks," he replied. He walked over towards Trunks and pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. Right after he had sat down. Mrs. Briefs put her hands on her hips and yelled at him.
"How could you run out and train all day right after your wife died like that, you're so uncompassionate and such a jerk sometimes, Vegeta, you should feel ashamed of yourself." Everyone around the table just stared at her in shock of what she had just said to Vegeta and half-expecting him to jump up and start beating her in rage.
But he just gave her his cold glare. "I wasn't training." He replied through gritted teeth.
"Well then where were you?" She asked him.
"I was at the hospital with Bra." Everyone was taken aback. They had been so concerned with Bulma's death that they had completely forgotten that the Briefs also had a new member of the family.
"Shouldn't you have brought her home then?" Mrs. Briefs asked, only this time with less accusation in her voice.
"The doctors said that they want to keep her there until Tuesday."
"Otosan?" Trunks asked. "Are you going to the hospital tomorrow, too?"
"Yes," replied Vegeta, "why?"
"Can I come with you and see oneechan?" Trunks looked up at his father and gave him his pouting face.
"Of course you can, and I'll bet she's anxious to see you."
The rest of the night everyone told Vegeta about the funeral arrangements. They had all decided that it would be on Sunday, and that they were going to try and keep it as small as possible. Eventually, they all left and Mrs. Briefs made Trunks go upstairs to bed. Once again, Trunks had a hard time sleeping, and his mind kept wandering to his mother. It wasn't fair. Why did she have to go, he didn't want to have to grow up without her. He remembered back to his 10th birthday, and what she had said to him.
~ "You have already lived one decade of your life, Trunks, and I've loved watching you grow. And in the next ten years you will grow up into a handsome, young man. And you will go to school and get strait A's, just like your mother, and you will be super strong, just like your father. And then in the next ten years after that, maybe you'll find a job, or you will travel all around the world, and when you go to some exotic island with some unpronounceable name, you will meet this beautiful young woman, and fall madly in love with her. And then you will start your own family, and you will have beautiful, smart, strong, wonderful children, just like I did. And you'll love to watch them grow up with so much love, and only then, when you have children of your own, Trunks, will you understand just how much I love you, and enjoy watching you grow up."~
His eyes filled with tears as he remembered his mother's smiling face. He got up out of bed and went to get a drink of water. On his way back to his room, he realized that his father was on the couch again, with the T.V. on to nothing in particular. He shuffled his feet back to his room, and tried to find sleep, once again.
Vegeta took Trunks to the hospital, the next day, just like he had said he would. Trunks was a little shocked to see that his baby sister was hooked up to an I.V. and a respirator, and had some kind of plastic shell covering her. Trunks asked his father about why she was like that, and he said that it was because she was still really weak, and so she had to have it to help her stay alive.
Vegeta told Trunks about what some of the doctors had said to him yesterday. He said that she was doing really well for her condition, and she was making great progress and would be able to go home with them soon. He also explained, though, that she had a weak immune system, so she could get sick easily, and that she would also probably always be a little small for her age.
"Like you?" Trunks asked. Vegeta just glared at him.
"That's not funny," he said seriously, but then he just smirked at his son's remark.
Trunks turned back to Bra and put his hand and the plastic shell. "Hi, Bra." He said in a soft voice. "I'm your big brother, and I will always take care of you, and I will help protect you, and when you ever need anyone to talk to, I will listen."
Vegeta's felt full of pride, but also a slight twinge at his heartstring and his expression saddened when he heard his son talk to his daughter. "She can't hear you." He told Trunks. Trunks turned around and looked at his father quizzically. Vegeta looked into Trunks' eyes and took a deep breath. "She's deaf."
*Dun, Dun, Dunnnnn! And the plot thickens. Please tell me what you think of this development. O-negai shimasu. I love it when you review.*