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guessed, I did get a C in chemistry so I was grounded from the entire
computer! But I just had midterms, and I now have a high B, so I'm back in
the game. Thanks to all you reviewers, you helped me reach my goal of
getting an average of 10 reviews per chapter. You like me, you really like
me! I'll try to update about once every 1-2 weeks now, and I'll try to
make the chapters longer. Please keep reviewing, you always make my day
when you do.*
Disclaimer: I own not DBZ, nor Virtua Fighter 4, nor Kmart, though I did used to be an employee.
Vegeta On His Own
Chapter 6
What We Build Our Lives Around
Trunks awoke in the middle of the night from tossing around through the strange new surroundings. When he finally opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the blankets that his father intended to sleep on, but realized that he wasn't there. He searched around the small, empty apartment when he finally spotted his silhouette against the night sky, out on the balcony.
Vegeta sat on the ledge of the balcony with one leg up and the other hanging down. His arms were crossed in the usual fashion, and he was staring out at the endless array of stars dotting the night sky. His face was expressionless and as Trunks stood against the glass doors in plain sight, it became obvious to him that his usually very observant father seemed to be lost in his thoughts, and it would be best not to disturb him.
When Trunks woke up again, it was the middle of the morning already. He was back in his blankets, but when he looked over his father's hadn't been different from when he saw them the night before.
He was hungry so he got up and went into the little kitchen where a box of cereal sat out on the counter. There was no milk in the place, so he dug his hands into the box and ate the cereal dry while sitting on the counter.
After a few minutes, Vegeta entered into the room, carrying Bra. He was dressed in black pants and a dark blue shirt. He pulled out the baby carrier from the pile of boxes and placed Bra in it. He looked over towards Trunks.
"Get dressed," he said, "we're going to go shopping."
Trunks came out of his room dressed in his shorts and a t-shirt and his hair combed. Vegeta put a blanket over Bra, and then they walked down to their car, parked on the curb. They drove to a Super Kmart (*A/N I used to work there, I don't anymore because mine just closed last week :-( *) which was just a little ways down the street.
Vegeta looked over towards Trunks. "Will this serve our needs?" He asked cocking one eyebrow.
Trunks nodded, "Yeah, me and okasan would always come here to get a bunch of stuff."
They entered the large retail store, and Vegeta pulled out a shopping cart and placed the baby carriage in it. Trunks then led the way around the store. Vegeta followed Trunks to the first place he lead them, which was really Toys.
Vegeta grunted and then yelled, "BRAT, you got enough play things as it is, let's not waste our time and let us do something productive for once."
Trunks hung his head in embarrassment as the other shoppers stared at him and Vegeta. "Kami, otosan, don't have a cow, I was just seeing what action figures they have."
"Either way, we are going to need a lot of stuff, so we need to spend our time wisely. Unless, that is, if you want to eat action figures everyday for lunch instead of food." Vegeta glared at his son, and Trunks just rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long day.
So Trunks lead his father throughout the store, showing him how to shop. Vegeta had never really gone shopping before, so it was really all new to him. Vegeta kept getting easily annoyed by all the women who would come up to him and ooh and aah over Bra, and say how he was "such a wonderful father," and how "they would never get their husbands to take the kids shopping." Finally when one extremely ditzy blond asked if she could hold Bra, he lost his temper.
"BITCHES," he screamed, "GO LEAD YOUR PATHETIC LIVES ELSEWHERE, AND LEAVE ME AND MY BRATS TO SHOP IN PEACE!" Needless to say that they didn't bother him for a while.
They were finishing up their shopping at Kmart in the electronics section, where Vegeta and Trunks were arguing over getting a T.V.
"Please, Otosan, every family has to have a T.V., I don't know anyone who hasn't got one. Even Goten has got a T.V." Trunks put on his puppy dogface and tried to look innocent.
"All the more reason not to get one," Vegeta grunted as he stared at the long wall of T.V.s repeatedly playing some kind of weird action cartoon with blond spikey-haired superheros. "Besides, all you do is just waste your day in front of this thing and put off your training." He continued to eye the contraption wondering how any good could come from it.
"Oh come on, Papa, I won't waste too much time in front of it, I promise, and besides if we don't have a T.V., I can't play my PS2 anymore and we won't be able to fight eachother in Virtua Fighter 4." He smiled up at his father and saw him drop his arms down to his side in defeat.
"Fine," he said sharpely, but if you're putting off your training, then I'm going to final flash that thing into the next dimension." Trunks nodded and then started skipping around the cart as Vegeta grabbed a medium sized T.V. from the shelf and put it into a second cart. They started walking away when on the T.V.s playing on the wall, one of the spikey- haired guys wearing an orange gi yelled out to the other wearing blue spandex. Vegeta spun around, searching the store.
"What is it?" Trunks asked noting his father's weird behavior.
"It's just that I thought I heard someone calling my name."
"Maybe you're just getting old," said Trunks to his father, and then he turned around and started in the direction of the front-end cash registers, as Vegeta was taken aback by the comment.
"I'm not old," he mumbled under his breath, sounding a little hurt.
They had left Kmart and then gone to a furniture store where they found some of their much-needed furniture. Now the sun was beginning to set in the sky, and the two boys and the baby girl (who had been very well behaved throughout the day) found themselves in a family resteraunt filling their void super-saiyan stomachs with a rather large amount of food.
Vegeta was eating his steak in silence, when he glanced across the room and saw a couple sitting very close together in a corner booth. His throat hardened and he felt a slight pain in his heart as he looked on at the loving couple, and even though Trunks and Bra were there, he felt lonely and incomplete.
"Hello, Otosan, Earth to Otosan." Trunks waved his hands in front of Vegeta's face, bringing him back to reality.
"Oh, sorry, what did you want?" He looked over at Trunks, his expression soft and distant.
Trunks just sat a little shocked. Did his father just say sorry? He shook his head and remembered what he was going to say. "I was just wondering if we were ready to go."
"Yes, of course, let's go." And with that, Vegeta paid the bill (which was very large) and the got into the car and drove home in the dying light. When they got to the apartment, he found that both Bra and Trunks had fallen asleep on the drive. He tried to wake up Trunks, but he was sound asleep. So he decided to unload the car in the morning and grabbing the baby carrier in one hand and holding Trunks by his waist with his other arm, he headed up the long flight of stairs and down the hallway to their apartment. He left the lights off and put Bra in her crib and Trunks down where he had slept the night before. Then, collapsing from the exhaustion (shopping can take a lot out of a saiyan) he slumped against the wall, onto the floor, and wearily closed his eyes.
*So, I hoped you liked it. Once again, this was more of a filler chapter, there'll be more drama and fun stuff coming up soon. Please review, and I'll try to update again soon.*
Disclaimer: I own not DBZ, nor Virtua Fighter 4, nor Kmart, though I did used to be an employee.
Vegeta On His Own
Chapter 6
What We Build Our Lives Around
Trunks awoke in the middle of the night from tossing around through the strange new surroundings. When he finally opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the blankets that his father intended to sleep on, but realized that he wasn't there. He searched around the small, empty apartment when he finally spotted his silhouette against the night sky, out on the balcony.
Vegeta sat on the ledge of the balcony with one leg up and the other hanging down. His arms were crossed in the usual fashion, and he was staring out at the endless array of stars dotting the night sky. His face was expressionless and as Trunks stood against the glass doors in plain sight, it became obvious to him that his usually very observant father seemed to be lost in his thoughts, and it would be best not to disturb him.
When Trunks woke up again, it was the middle of the morning already. He was back in his blankets, but when he looked over his father's hadn't been different from when he saw them the night before.
He was hungry so he got up and went into the little kitchen where a box of cereal sat out on the counter. There was no milk in the place, so he dug his hands into the box and ate the cereal dry while sitting on the counter.
After a few minutes, Vegeta entered into the room, carrying Bra. He was dressed in black pants and a dark blue shirt. He pulled out the baby carrier from the pile of boxes and placed Bra in it. He looked over towards Trunks.
"Get dressed," he said, "we're going to go shopping."
Trunks came out of his room dressed in his shorts and a t-shirt and his hair combed. Vegeta put a blanket over Bra, and then they walked down to their car, parked on the curb. They drove to a Super Kmart (*A/N I used to work there, I don't anymore because mine just closed last week :-( *) which was just a little ways down the street.
Vegeta looked over towards Trunks. "Will this serve our needs?" He asked cocking one eyebrow.
Trunks nodded, "Yeah, me and okasan would always come here to get a bunch of stuff."
They entered the large retail store, and Vegeta pulled out a shopping cart and placed the baby carriage in it. Trunks then led the way around the store. Vegeta followed Trunks to the first place he lead them, which was really Toys.
Vegeta grunted and then yelled, "BRAT, you got enough play things as it is, let's not waste our time and let us do something productive for once."
Trunks hung his head in embarrassment as the other shoppers stared at him and Vegeta. "Kami, otosan, don't have a cow, I was just seeing what action figures they have."
"Either way, we are going to need a lot of stuff, so we need to spend our time wisely. Unless, that is, if you want to eat action figures everyday for lunch instead of food." Vegeta glared at his son, and Trunks just rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long day.
So Trunks lead his father throughout the store, showing him how to shop. Vegeta had never really gone shopping before, so it was really all new to him. Vegeta kept getting easily annoyed by all the women who would come up to him and ooh and aah over Bra, and say how he was "such a wonderful father," and how "they would never get their husbands to take the kids shopping." Finally when one extremely ditzy blond asked if she could hold Bra, he lost his temper.
"BITCHES," he screamed, "GO LEAD YOUR PATHETIC LIVES ELSEWHERE, AND LEAVE ME AND MY BRATS TO SHOP IN PEACE!" Needless to say that they didn't bother him for a while.
They were finishing up their shopping at Kmart in the electronics section, where Vegeta and Trunks were arguing over getting a T.V.
"Please, Otosan, every family has to have a T.V., I don't know anyone who hasn't got one. Even Goten has got a T.V." Trunks put on his puppy dogface and tried to look innocent.
"All the more reason not to get one," Vegeta grunted as he stared at the long wall of T.V.s repeatedly playing some kind of weird action cartoon with blond spikey-haired superheros. "Besides, all you do is just waste your day in front of this thing and put off your training." He continued to eye the contraption wondering how any good could come from it.
"Oh come on, Papa, I won't waste too much time in front of it, I promise, and besides if we don't have a T.V., I can't play my PS2 anymore and we won't be able to fight eachother in Virtua Fighter 4." He smiled up at his father and saw him drop his arms down to his side in defeat.
"Fine," he said sharpely, but if you're putting off your training, then I'm going to final flash that thing into the next dimension." Trunks nodded and then started skipping around the cart as Vegeta grabbed a medium sized T.V. from the shelf and put it into a second cart. They started walking away when on the T.V.s playing on the wall, one of the spikey- haired guys wearing an orange gi yelled out to the other wearing blue spandex. Vegeta spun around, searching the store.
"What is it?" Trunks asked noting his father's weird behavior.
"It's just that I thought I heard someone calling my name."
"Maybe you're just getting old," said Trunks to his father, and then he turned around and started in the direction of the front-end cash registers, as Vegeta was taken aback by the comment.
"I'm not old," he mumbled under his breath, sounding a little hurt.
They had left Kmart and then gone to a furniture store where they found some of their much-needed furniture. Now the sun was beginning to set in the sky, and the two boys and the baby girl (who had been very well behaved throughout the day) found themselves in a family resteraunt filling their void super-saiyan stomachs with a rather large amount of food.
Vegeta was eating his steak in silence, when he glanced across the room and saw a couple sitting very close together in a corner booth. His throat hardened and he felt a slight pain in his heart as he looked on at the loving couple, and even though Trunks and Bra were there, he felt lonely and incomplete.
"Hello, Otosan, Earth to Otosan." Trunks waved his hands in front of Vegeta's face, bringing him back to reality.
"Oh, sorry, what did you want?" He looked over at Trunks, his expression soft and distant.
Trunks just sat a little shocked. Did his father just say sorry? He shook his head and remembered what he was going to say. "I was just wondering if we were ready to go."
"Yes, of course, let's go." And with that, Vegeta paid the bill (which was very large) and the got into the car and drove home in the dying light. When they got to the apartment, he found that both Bra and Trunks had fallen asleep on the drive. He tried to wake up Trunks, but he was sound asleep. So he decided to unload the car in the morning and grabbing the baby carrier in one hand and holding Trunks by his waist with his other arm, he headed up the long flight of stairs and down the hallway to their apartment. He left the lights off and put Bra in her crib and Trunks down where he had slept the night before. Then, collapsing from the exhaustion (shopping can take a lot out of a saiyan) he slumped against the wall, onto the floor, and wearily closed his eyes.
*So, I hoped you liked it. Once again, this was more of a filler chapter, there'll be more drama and fun stuff coming up soon. Please review, and I'll try to update again soon.*