*Woo-hoo, I updated! Sorry for the wait, but I have been really busy with
school, and my computer's being screwy. But now school is finally out, so
I made this chapter twice as long as the last. I want this to be a pretty
long story so I'm going to make the chapters longer. I hope you enjoy
this, and please review.
Okay, in this chapter Trunks refers to Goku and Chi Chi as Uncle Goku and Aunt Chi Chi. I did this because if you watch the Japanese version (especially GT) Goten and Trunks refer to eachothers parents as Aunt and Uncle, because the families are really close. And also I introduced an OC (don't worry she'll barely have a part in the story, because I really don't like OCs having a really big part) but for those of you who have watched "X", yes I know Kotori is a character in that anime, but I really don't know many female Japanese names, anyway, so I'm going to shut up now and get on to the story.*
Disclaimer-No, I do not own Dragonball Z, a.k.a DBZ, a.k.a "That anime with the guys with the big yellow hair."
Vegeta on His Own
Chapter 7
Worries
Trunks sat on their new couch in the middle of the small family room. He was sitting cross-legged and gently cradling his baby sister in his arms. He looked over to his father who was standing in the kitchen putting the groceries away. He seemed utterly confused on where to put everything. He never even had down where Bulma had kept everything at Capsule Corps.
"Otosan?" Trunks tried to get his attention, but Vegeta was too caught up in trying to remember if the peanut butter or the jelly belonged in the fridge.
"Otosan?" Trunks tried again, this time a little louder. Sighing in defeat Vegeta shrugged his shoulders, shoved both condiments into the refridgerator and turned around to face his son. Trunks noticed that his eyes were a little red, and he didn't look too well. Trunks pushed aside the thought and went on with his original question.
"Can you teach me how to feed Bra? I want to be able to help you take care of her, and Okasan said that she would teach me after she was born, and well.." Vegeta saw his son's sad eyes and went over towards him.
"You want to help?" He asked Trunks as he sat down on the couch next to him. Trunks nodded his head. Vegeta sighed and held out his hands as a request for his only daughter. Trunks carefully transferred the baby into his father's strong hands. "So it's really easy, after you get the hang of it, your mother used to continually pester me to help take care of you, but she didn't realize that I had no idea how to." As he talked he took the baby bottle and showed Trunks how it was done, and then passed Bra back to his son. Trunks cradled Bra in one arm and held up the bottle to her mouth. The little girl started sucking away and moved her hands up to touch Trunks's hand that held the bottle. Her wide eyes stared up into her brothers, and a genuine smile spread across Trunks's face for the first time since his mother's death.
"She's got the saiyan appetite." Giggled Trunks as he noticed that the bottle had already been drained completely. Vegeta took the bottle and went to fill it with some milk. Right when he was putting the cap back on the bottle, he heard a knock on the door. A little confused on who it would be he handed the bottle back to Trunks and went to the door and opened it.
He was surprised to find a red-haired middle-aged women with a huge smile plastered to her thin face and a plate of homemade cookies that she held up right infront of Vegeta's face.
"Hell-o!" she said while bobbing her head in a cheerful way. "My name is Kotori and I live right across the hallway, welcome to the building new neighbor." She squeaked as she finished and went back to smiling wildly and tilting her head back and forth, waiting for some kind of response from Vegeta. There came none. He just stood there staring down the peppy lady with his cold glare.
Kotori started to get worried under his stare and started to cower. She held out the plate of cookies farther. "I made cookies for you and your family."
Vegeta looked at her, looked at the cookies, then looked at her again. "Why?" he asked.
"Wow, and I was just starting to think you couldn't talk at all." She started to relax again and smiled. "Anyways, I made the cookies as a 'Welcome to the Building' sort of thing, ya know."
"They're not poisoned are they?" Vegeta asked, not getting the concept.
"Of course not!" She laughed and jabbed him in the arm.
Vegeta looked down at his arm and then at the crazy women. "Are you challenging me?" Kotori was caught off guard and stared dumbfoundly, not sure what to say.
"What's going on, Otosan?" Trunks asked as he walked over to the doorway.
Kotori leaned down towards Trunks holding out the plate of cookies. "Oh, you're sure a cute little boy, maybe you would like these cookies, your father seems to not trust me."
"I'm not a little boy, I'm ten and a half." He stared at her then looked at Vegeta. "Otosan, can I have a cookie."
"You can make sure they're not poisoned for me."
Trunks took a bite. "Mmmmm, They are really good. Arigoto, Lady."
Vegeta looked down at Trunks, who was scarfing down the cookies. "Hey, boy, save some for me."
"Nuh-uh. You already turned them down, they're all mine now."
Trunks skipped back off to the family room. Vegeta looked at Kotori and grabbed the door. "Thanks for the non-threatening sweets, the boy will now be wired the rest of the day." He started to close the door.
"Wait," she cried out.
Vegeta stopped and stuck his head out the door. "Nani?"
"You never told me your name."
"Vegeta. Prince Vegeta." And with that, Vegeta slammed the door in her face leaving her confused in the hallway.
"Prince?" she whispered to herself.
Each day the new apartment became more and more like a home to the Briefs. It had been a little more than two weeks, and the place was starting to fill. Trunks had his bedroom with a bed, a desk, and a dresser, and he had started to paste posters on the walls. Bra's wasn't much because she was a baby, but Vegeta pretty much had nothing. He had a simple queen sized bed with simple blue covers on it, and Trunks was pretty sure that his dad was yet to use it.
Vegeta had yet to try to actually cook, probably afraid of burning the house down. They went out for dinner or just had sandwiches. Trunks mainly took care of Bra, because Vegeta really didn't like to. He would feed her and change her diapers, except at night when Vegeta would, because he was already awake anyway.
Trunks was really starting to worry about his father once again. He knew he hadn't slept since his mother's death, and it was really wearing him down. Not only that, but he noticed how his father was being well.nicer and stuff. He welcomed the change, but couldn't help but think that his father, who usually expressed his anger and hatred for the world, wasn't expressing it so as to comfort his two children. It was starting to bother Trunks and being cooped up in the apartment wasn't helping either.
Trunks had been watching T.V. when the phone rang. At first Vegeta and Trunks just stopped what they were doing and stared at it. The phone had never rang before, and Vegeta couldn't remember giving their number out to anyone. Trunks got up and answered it.
"Moshi Moshi?" He half asked, half answered. After awhile, a smile spread across his face. "Hello Goten, how are you.I'm good.Can I play?.umm let me ask my Otosan."
He put the phone down. "Otosan, can I go over to Goten's house?"
Vegeta looked a little caught off guard. "Ummmmm, I guess so."
"Hey Goten, you still there.Yeah I can play.What's that.Just a minute. Hey Otosan, Uncle Goku wants to know if you want to spar." Vegeta shook his head. "No he doesn't.O.K.well I'll just fly over there.see ya in a minute."
Trunks hung up the phone. "So, I'm going over to Goten's house. Do I have to be back by any time?"
Vegeta thought about. "No, you can stay for as long as you want. But, practice fighting with him, we haven't been training in awhile, we need to start doing that again."
Trunks nodded his head. "O.K. well I'm going to go now, ja ne." And with that, he went out to the balcony and flew off towards the Son's house.
Vegeta just stared off at the little ki trail of his son and shook his head. "I suck at being a father," he said to himself, and went to go wake Bra up from her nap.
Trunks was enjoying his sparring matches with Goten outside the Son's house in the mountains. After a couple hours they had called it a draw and then they went to the pond where they stripped down and went diving off the cliff into the cool, refreshing pool of water below. Goku and Gohan joined them, and they started a game of who could make the largest cannonball. Goku won when he jumped off the cliff and went super saiyan when he hit the water, causing it to go flying out of the pond. The boys were then sorely disappointed because there was barely a pond to swim in anymore.
It was getting to be dusk, so they gathered their clothes and walked back to the house. When they got there Chi Chi ran outside and pulled Trunks and Goten inside and started drying them off going on about how they were going to get a cold. She then let Trunks borrow a dry pair of Goten's clothes and they gathered around the table to eat diner.
Chi Chi looked over at Trunks. "So, Trunks, how are you doing?"
"I'm okay." He started shoveling down the homecooked meal. "Mmmmm, Aunt Chi Chi, this is great."
"Has Vegeta tried to cook yet, Trunks?" asked Gohan.
"Nope, he's afraid he'll burn down the place."
"I could seriously see Vegeta doing that," laughed Goku.
"Oh, I'm sure he would do just fine. He would be a whole lot better than you for sure, Goku, I wouldn't leave you alone in a kitchen for more than two minutes."
"Yeah, because Dad would eat it all."
The whole family laughed including Goku, who just gave them his famous grin. Trunks, however, just smiled and went back to eating his diner.
Goten turned towards Trunks. "Hey, Trunks, do you think your dad would let you stay here overnight?"
"Goten, I gave you the whole day off to play today. You need to study." Chi Chi glared at him and Goten got sight of the frying pan hanging by the stove, within arm's length of where his mother was sitting.
"O.K., Okasan." He replied looking down at the table. "I'll guess we'll have to do it another time, Trunks."
"No problem, I really don't do very much at home, anyways."
"Hey, Trunks, are you training with Vegeta any?" asked Gohan.
"Nah, I guess because we have to watch Bra, and we don't have the gravity room anymore. I think that's why he didn't want to spar with you, Uncle Goku, he thinks he has gotten soft."
Goku grinned, "Aw, knowing Vegeta he'll pick up his old habits soon."
They finished their supper, and after rough housing for a while, it was time for Trunks to go home. It was dark outside so Goku instant transmissioned Trunks to his balcony and then left. Trunks walked inside and found his father in his bedroom, lying on top of the sheets and staring up at the ceiling. Trunks ran in the room and jumped onto his father's chest, startling him quite a bit.
"Hey, Otosan." He said smiling at his father.
Vegeta sat up, still a little startled, and gently pushed Trunks off his lap and onto the space next to him. "It was the same, nothing more. Why are you so happy?" he asked eyeing Trunks suspiciously as if he was guilty of some crime.
"Aw, no reason."
"Well, I hope you used up all your energy over at Kakkarot's because it's late, and it's time for you to go to bed."
"O.K., Otosan," he said and then he quickly hugged Vegeta. Vegeta was caught off guard, and tensed up from the contact. Trunks then ran out of the room, stopping at the door, he turned around. "Night, Papa," he said then ran out to his room, leaving behind a very befuddled Vegeta.
Back over at the Son's, Chi Chi had put Goten to bed and came back into the living room, where Goku and Gohan were watching T.V. "Well, it was nice to see how Trunks is doing, he's seems to be getting along okay." She sat down on the armrest next to Goku and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Yeah, and it sounds like Vegeta is being really nice," said Goku.
Gohan stirred uncomfortably, not sure if he should say what was on his mind. "I don't know.it just seems that for someone like Vegeta, who usually vents his feeling so often.I mean it just seems like he's keeping his emotions inside, and that's really not healthy."
Goku looked confused. "What do you mean, Gohan?"
"Gohan's right," said Chi Chi, "I'm really worried for him, because if he keeps this up he might let it all go at once, and he could seriously end up hurting himself or others."
Gohan sighed, "I just hope that Trunks and Bra will be okay."
*Wow, it has been taking me forever to finish this, I hoped you all liked it, well anyways; I will try and get a new chapter up in a relatively decent amount of time. Ta ta for now*
Okay, in this chapter Trunks refers to Goku and Chi Chi as Uncle Goku and Aunt Chi Chi. I did this because if you watch the Japanese version (especially GT) Goten and Trunks refer to eachothers parents as Aunt and Uncle, because the families are really close. And also I introduced an OC (don't worry she'll barely have a part in the story, because I really don't like OCs having a really big part) but for those of you who have watched "X", yes I know Kotori is a character in that anime, but I really don't know many female Japanese names, anyway, so I'm going to shut up now and get on to the story.*
Disclaimer-No, I do not own Dragonball Z, a.k.a DBZ, a.k.a "That anime with the guys with the big yellow hair."
Vegeta on His Own
Chapter 7
Worries
Trunks sat on their new couch in the middle of the small family room. He was sitting cross-legged and gently cradling his baby sister in his arms. He looked over to his father who was standing in the kitchen putting the groceries away. He seemed utterly confused on where to put everything. He never even had down where Bulma had kept everything at Capsule Corps.
"Otosan?" Trunks tried to get his attention, but Vegeta was too caught up in trying to remember if the peanut butter or the jelly belonged in the fridge.
"Otosan?" Trunks tried again, this time a little louder. Sighing in defeat Vegeta shrugged his shoulders, shoved both condiments into the refridgerator and turned around to face his son. Trunks noticed that his eyes were a little red, and he didn't look too well. Trunks pushed aside the thought and went on with his original question.
"Can you teach me how to feed Bra? I want to be able to help you take care of her, and Okasan said that she would teach me after she was born, and well.." Vegeta saw his son's sad eyes and went over towards him.
"You want to help?" He asked Trunks as he sat down on the couch next to him. Trunks nodded his head. Vegeta sighed and held out his hands as a request for his only daughter. Trunks carefully transferred the baby into his father's strong hands. "So it's really easy, after you get the hang of it, your mother used to continually pester me to help take care of you, but she didn't realize that I had no idea how to." As he talked he took the baby bottle and showed Trunks how it was done, and then passed Bra back to his son. Trunks cradled Bra in one arm and held up the bottle to her mouth. The little girl started sucking away and moved her hands up to touch Trunks's hand that held the bottle. Her wide eyes stared up into her brothers, and a genuine smile spread across Trunks's face for the first time since his mother's death.
"She's got the saiyan appetite." Giggled Trunks as he noticed that the bottle had already been drained completely. Vegeta took the bottle and went to fill it with some milk. Right when he was putting the cap back on the bottle, he heard a knock on the door. A little confused on who it would be he handed the bottle back to Trunks and went to the door and opened it.
He was surprised to find a red-haired middle-aged women with a huge smile plastered to her thin face and a plate of homemade cookies that she held up right infront of Vegeta's face.
"Hell-o!" she said while bobbing her head in a cheerful way. "My name is Kotori and I live right across the hallway, welcome to the building new neighbor." She squeaked as she finished and went back to smiling wildly and tilting her head back and forth, waiting for some kind of response from Vegeta. There came none. He just stood there staring down the peppy lady with his cold glare.
Kotori started to get worried under his stare and started to cower. She held out the plate of cookies farther. "I made cookies for you and your family."
Vegeta looked at her, looked at the cookies, then looked at her again. "Why?" he asked.
"Wow, and I was just starting to think you couldn't talk at all." She started to relax again and smiled. "Anyways, I made the cookies as a 'Welcome to the Building' sort of thing, ya know."
"They're not poisoned are they?" Vegeta asked, not getting the concept.
"Of course not!" She laughed and jabbed him in the arm.
Vegeta looked down at his arm and then at the crazy women. "Are you challenging me?" Kotori was caught off guard and stared dumbfoundly, not sure what to say.
"What's going on, Otosan?" Trunks asked as he walked over to the doorway.
Kotori leaned down towards Trunks holding out the plate of cookies. "Oh, you're sure a cute little boy, maybe you would like these cookies, your father seems to not trust me."
"I'm not a little boy, I'm ten and a half." He stared at her then looked at Vegeta. "Otosan, can I have a cookie."
"You can make sure they're not poisoned for me."
Trunks took a bite. "Mmmmm, They are really good. Arigoto, Lady."
Vegeta looked down at Trunks, who was scarfing down the cookies. "Hey, boy, save some for me."
"Nuh-uh. You already turned them down, they're all mine now."
Trunks skipped back off to the family room. Vegeta looked at Kotori and grabbed the door. "Thanks for the non-threatening sweets, the boy will now be wired the rest of the day." He started to close the door.
"Wait," she cried out.
Vegeta stopped and stuck his head out the door. "Nani?"
"You never told me your name."
"Vegeta. Prince Vegeta." And with that, Vegeta slammed the door in her face leaving her confused in the hallway.
"Prince?" she whispered to herself.
Each day the new apartment became more and more like a home to the Briefs. It had been a little more than two weeks, and the place was starting to fill. Trunks had his bedroom with a bed, a desk, and a dresser, and he had started to paste posters on the walls. Bra's wasn't much because she was a baby, but Vegeta pretty much had nothing. He had a simple queen sized bed with simple blue covers on it, and Trunks was pretty sure that his dad was yet to use it.
Vegeta had yet to try to actually cook, probably afraid of burning the house down. They went out for dinner or just had sandwiches. Trunks mainly took care of Bra, because Vegeta really didn't like to. He would feed her and change her diapers, except at night when Vegeta would, because he was already awake anyway.
Trunks was really starting to worry about his father once again. He knew he hadn't slept since his mother's death, and it was really wearing him down. Not only that, but he noticed how his father was being well.nicer and stuff. He welcomed the change, but couldn't help but think that his father, who usually expressed his anger and hatred for the world, wasn't expressing it so as to comfort his two children. It was starting to bother Trunks and being cooped up in the apartment wasn't helping either.
Trunks had been watching T.V. when the phone rang. At first Vegeta and Trunks just stopped what they were doing and stared at it. The phone had never rang before, and Vegeta couldn't remember giving their number out to anyone. Trunks got up and answered it.
"Moshi Moshi?" He half asked, half answered. After awhile, a smile spread across his face. "Hello Goten, how are you.I'm good.Can I play?.umm let me ask my Otosan."
He put the phone down. "Otosan, can I go over to Goten's house?"
Vegeta looked a little caught off guard. "Ummmmm, I guess so."
"Hey Goten, you still there.Yeah I can play.What's that.Just a minute. Hey Otosan, Uncle Goku wants to know if you want to spar." Vegeta shook his head. "No he doesn't.O.K.well I'll just fly over there.see ya in a minute."
Trunks hung up the phone. "So, I'm going over to Goten's house. Do I have to be back by any time?"
Vegeta thought about. "No, you can stay for as long as you want. But, practice fighting with him, we haven't been training in awhile, we need to start doing that again."
Trunks nodded his head. "O.K. well I'm going to go now, ja ne." And with that, he went out to the balcony and flew off towards the Son's house.
Vegeta just stared off at the little ki trail of his son and shook his head. "I suck at being a father," he said to himself, and went to go wake Bra up from her nap.
Trunks was enjoying his sparring matches with Goten outside the Son's house in the mountains. After a couple hours they had called it a draw and then they went to the pond where they stripped down and went diving off the cliff into the cool, refreshing pool of water below. Goku and Gohan joined them, and they started a game of who could make the largest cannonball. Goku won when he jumped off the cliff and went super saiyan when he hit the water, causing it to go flying out of the pond. The boys were then sorely disappointed because there was barely a pond to swim in anymore.
It was getting to be dusk, so they gathered their clothes and walked back to the house. When they got there Chi Chi ran outside and pulled Trunks and Goten inside and started drying them off going on about how they were going to get a cold. She then let Trunks borrow a dry pair of Goten's clothes and they gathered around the table to eat diner.
Chi Chi looked over at Trunks. "So, Trunks, how are you doing?"
"I'm okay." He started shoveling down the homecooked meal. "Mmmmm, Aunt Chi Chi, this is great."
"Has Vegeta tried to cook yet, Trunks?" asked Gohan.
"Nope, he's afraid he'll burn down the place."
"I could seriously see Vegeta doing that," laughed Goku.
"Oh, I'm sure he would do just fine. He would be a whole lot better than you for sure, Goku, I wouldn't leave you alone in a kitchen for more than two minutes."
"Yeah, because Dad would eat it all."
The whole family laughed including Goku, who just gave them his famous grin. Trunks, however, just smiled and went back to eating his diner.
Goten turned towards Trunks. "Hey, Trunks, do you think your dad would let you stay here overnight?"
"Goten, I gave you the whole day off to play today. You need to study." Chi Chi glared at him and Goten got sight of the frying pan hanging by the stove, within arm's length of where his mother was sitting.
"O.K., Okasan." He replied looking down at the table. "I'll guess we'll have to do it another time, Trunks."
"No problem, I really don't do very much at home, anyways."
"Hey, Trunks, are you training with Vegeta any?" asked Gohan.
"Nah, I guess because we have to watch Bra, and we don't have the gravity room anymore. I think that's why he didn't want to spar with you, Uncle Goku, he thinks he has gotten soft."
Goku grinned, "Aw, knowing Vegeta he'll pick up his old habits soon."
They finished their supper, and after rough housing for a while, it was time for Trunks to go home. It was dark outside so Goku instant transmissioned Trunks to his balcony and then left. Trunks walked inside and found his father in his bedroom, lying on top of the sheets and staring up at the ceiling. Trunks ran in the room and jumped onto his father's chest, startling him quite a bit.
"Hey, Otosan." He said smiling at his father.
Vegeta sat up, still a little startled, and gently pushed Trunks off his lap and onto the space next to him. "It was the same, nothing more. Why are you so happy?" he asked eyeing Trunks suspiciously as if he was guilty of some crime.
"Aw, no reason."
"Well, I hope you used up all your energy over at Kakkarot's because it's late, and it's time for you to go to bed."
"O.K., Otosan," he said and then he quickly hugged Vegeta. Vegeta was caught off guard, and tensed up from the contact. Trunks then ran out of the room, stopping at the door, he turned around. "Night, Papa," he said then ran out to his room, leaving behind a very befuddled Vegeta.
Back over at the Son's, Chi Chi had put Goten to bed and came back into the living room, where Goku and Gohan were watching T.V. "Well, it was nice to see how Trunks is doing, he's seems to be getting along okay." She sat down on the armrest next to Goku and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Yeah, and it sounds like Vegeta is being really nice," said Goku.
Gohan stirred uncomfortably, not sure if he should say what was on his mind. "I don't know.it just seems that for someone like Vegeta, who usually vents his feeling so often.I mean it just seems like he's keeping his emotions inside, and that's really not healthy."
Goku looked confused. "What do you mean, Gohan?"
"Gohan's right," said Chi Chi, "I'm really worried for him, because if he keeps this up he might let it all go at once, and he could seriously end up hurting himself or others."
Gohan sighed, "I just hope that Trunks and Bra will be okay."
*Wow, it has been taking me forever to finish this, I hoped you all liked it, well anyways; I will try and get a new chapter up in a relatively decent amount of time. Ta ta for now*