*Gomen nasai, I know that it's been a long time. I've been busy not to
mention a bunch of writer's blocks, but here it finally is, my next
chapter! So since you've all been waiting so long, I'll spare you my
ramblings and just get on with the story!*
Disclaimer: I own neither Dragonball Z nor it's characters, though I do I have a giant Trunks wall scroll hanging in my room.
Vegeta On His Own
Chapter 12
A Not-So-Good Report
"So your only homework tonight class are those ten math problems and reading the first chapter of "The Phantom Tollbooth". See you tomorrow, class," Ms. Wakumoto yelled to the class as they rushed out the classroom's door. Trunks took his time to put all his stuff back into his backpack and started to trudge out of the room, when his teacher stopped him. "Wait a minute, Trunks, I'd like a word with you."
She sat down behind her desk and took her glasses off and laid them upside down on the stack of graded papers. Trunks hesitated, but then turned towards her desk, and walked to the front of it. She looked up at him, and he just glared at her. She rolled her eyes. "Trunks, your father wasn't at parent's night last night. Did you tell him about it like you were supposed to?"
"By all means, Wakumoto-san, I think you've already gone past your "word"."
"Just answer the question, Trunks, and for once stop acting like a know-it-all."
Trunks bit his lip. "No I didn't." He then added softly "It's not like he would have come anyway."
Ms. Wakumoto took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves, and then her expression changed to a softer one. Even though she was an exceedingly strict teacher, she still cared for her students, and always wanted the best for them. "Look, Trunks, I really need to talk with your father. I guess it's best that he didn't come last night with all the other parents because I would like to talk to him alone."
"Why!" Trunks hastily interjected.
"It's nothing to worry about, Trunks. It's just that you're a new student here and I'd like to make sure my student's parents are following along with their academic career. I just would like to meet with your father and discuss your schooling.er.habits. Understood?" Trunks looked down at his feet and nodded slightly. "I'd like to meet with him tomorrow evening, around seven. Can you tell him that for me?" Trunks nodded again. "Good, and I'd like a written note from him saying he can attend, otherwise I will call him to notify him of the conference."
"Hai, Wakumoto-san," Trunks responded finally looking up at her.
"Good. Then I will see you tomorrow." Trunks started to walk out of the room. "And have a good afternoon," she called after him as he left the building.
Trunks sat in front of the TV jabbing away at the controller while watching his computer graphic character throw punches and kick at its opponent. He was losing, and badly. His mind was on if his father would really go to the meeting, and what they would talk about there. In his imagination it went something like this:
"Frankly, Mr. Briefs your son's an idiot."
"What the hell do you know about idiots, baka!" and then Vegeta
blowing up his teacher.
Of course this would never happen, but it would probably be close to that. As he kept thinking up new exciting ways for his father to send his teacher to the next dimension, he didn't notice that the subject of his thoughts had entered the room and sat down on the couch behind him.
"What are you doing, boy?" asked Vegeta gruffly. Trunks couldn't help but jump at his father's sudden appearance, which just annoyed Vegeta. "You should always be aware of your surroundings, like a true warrior."
Trunks paused the game and turned around to face his father. "Gomen nasai, Otosan. I just kind of dozed off there for a second."
"Understandable, since you're so enthralled in this digital fantasy world you like to play in." Vegeta said as he eyed the TV screen.
Trunks got the hint. "Do you want to fight me?"
"If you're going to whine about it, I might as well." Vegeta lowered himself from the couch, sat down on the floor next to his only son, and picked up the spare controller. They jabbed at the controllers continuously with utmost concentration written on their faces. To Trunks it was the only time that he had a chance to beat his dad in a fight (however imaginary it was), and to Vegeta it was the only time that he had to try to save face by not letting his son beat him in a fight. They continued their fight until.
"Ha! I win!" cried Vegeta in surprise. His son was a genius at these games.
Trunks just glared at him thinking, 'Great now he's going to gloat about for the whole week.'
Vegeta (who was quite content with his win, and wanted to leave on top) got up and started to walk away, when Trunks stopped him. "Otosan, wait."
Vegeta turned around. "What?" he asked.
Trunks looked down at his feet. "Well, there's this thing. You see, my teacher really wants to talk with you, because she likes to talk to the parents to tell them how their kids are doing in school, and she wants to meet with you tomorrow night?"
Vegeta stared down Trunks as he thought about it. His face remained the same, masking whatever was running through his mind at the time. After a long pause, Vegeta finally answered. "There is no need for me to go."
He turned his back and started walking out of the room. Trunks ran to him and grabbed his arm. "Oh, come on, Otosan, you have to."
Vegeta spun around to face his son. "Why?" he asked. "Why do I have to go, are you going to die, if I don't?"
Trunks' suddenly wished that he had another father. Any other father would have wanted to meet their son's teacher, any other father wouldn't of asked why he had to go, but not his father. His father wanted nothing to do with his life outside of their dinky little apartment. "Please, Otosan, I'll get in trouble if you don't."
Vegeta growled in annoyance as his son held onto his arm, but he did not try to shake him off. "Otosan," came Trunks' small voice, "O-negai shimasu."
Vegeta closed his eyes and shook his head at what he was going to do, and then muttered. "Fine."
A small smile spread across Trunks' face, but he wasn't estatic, he went over to his backpack and came back with a piece of paper and a pen and brought them to his father. "Can you sign a note saying that you'll go." Vegeta roughly grabbed the contents from Trunks' hand, scribbled a note and then gave it back to his son.
"There are you happy now?" he asked roughly. Trunks slightly nodded. "Now get your shoes on, we're going out for supper."
Vegeta grumbled to himself as he flew through the cold night air. He landed in front of Trunks' school and walked towards the entrance. He wore his leatherjacket with the collar flipped up, and he walked briskly towards the dimly lit building. When he walked in, he saw that they were waiting for him. A tall, dark haired lady was standing talking with another, an older white-haired man. She turned when she heard him enter and walked towards him.
"Mr. Briefs, I presume?" she asked and held out a her hand to him to shake hands.
"Hai," he responded and folded his arms over his chest. He looked down at the outstretch hand in front of him, then looked up and glared at her.
"Well.okay," started the very confused teacher, "I'm Aya Wakumoto, Trunks's teacher, and this is Kagami Hashimoto, the principal of this school."
Vegeta just simply nodded at the elder man. Ms. Wakumoto looked rather uneasy around the not-so-friendly parent, but Hashimoto, who had been a teacher for a very long time, was used to this. "Right this way Mr. Briefs, we'll have our discussion in the classroom."
He led them into the very same classroom that Trunks spent 7 hours in every weekday. Vegeta looked around the room in disgust. There were bright, happy colors all over the place, and rather bad hand drawn pictures covering the wall. Vegeta noticed the elementary posters, and thought of just how much below his son's level this was. Perhaps he was wrong to send him to school. He knew his son was intelligent, what with Bulma's genes and all. And it wasn't like he was anything near stupid, either. He wasn't a Kakarot! It probably would have just been best for him to throw his son onto his grandparent's doorstep everyday for education. But they might never give him back.
The two educators sat down behind a desk, and Vegeta took his cue to sit down in the chair that just happened to be sitting directly in front of the desk. Ms. Wakumoto gathered some papers and started shuffling through them. She then looked over towards her boss, ad asked, "Would you like me to start?"
"Please," he replied.
"Well, then, Mr. Briefs, here is your son's grade report," she handed Vegeta a sheet of paper, and he looked over it. "As you see, the first couple of test and projects are exceedingly high, but after that all his homework and in class assignments are rather low. His tests, however remain high. It's easy to see that Trunks's simply stopped putting effort into his work anymore. He's a very bright boy, and his test scores show it, but he refuses to actually do any work."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow in a questioning look. He didn't think he liked where this was going.
"At first I thought he was just cheating off the others, but after I made him take a test on his own, I quickly rejected that thought. Also, I think that Trunks is having some difficulty.err.making friends. He doesn't get along well with his classmates, which I believe is also a factor in his failing grades considering that their dislike for him started not too long after he transferred here."
Vegeta glared at her. "So," he spat. "He's above all this, why don't you put him in a better class, so he doesn't have to be surrounded by all your idiots."
The teacher was shocked and just sat there with her mouth hanging open, not sure what to say. Luckily for her Hashimoto cut in. "Now, Mr. Briefs, we only put our students in our more challenging classes after and only after they are able to prove that they are hard workers and do all their assignments with great effort, and as you can see by that report, Trunks does not show that. Also, there have been some problems with Trunks and discipline."
Vegeta just rolled his eyes. 'Dammit,' he thought to himself, 'I knew this was coming.'
"Now, Trunks's only case of actually physically hurting someone was his first day of school in gym class, but that was dismissed because it was thought to have been an accident. Had he informed you of that incidence?"
"Yes, he did," replied Vegeta. "But if you thought it was an accident, then why did you ban him from the class for the whole week."
"Only for the safety of our students, Mr. Briefs, I assure you," said Hashimoto. "Lately, however, there have been instances, of Trunks bullying kids during school. He often picks up the kids and threatens them. Many of the students are afraid of him, and there have been some occurrences of certain objects being incinerated somehow."
Vegeta was starting to regret coming to this meeting. Apparently his son was more like him, then he originally thought. And how dare these weaklings insult his son, a prince of a warrior race!
Just then, the door opened and in walked a tall lady with long, curly brown hair. Hashimoto looked over to see the woman, and a smile spread across his face. "Ah, Naru, just in time, my dear." She smiled at him and then looked over at Vegeta. "This is Mr. Briefs, Naru. Mr. Briefs, this is Naru, Trunks's counselor."
Vegeta's eyes widened considerably. "Excuse me, did you say counselor?"
Hashimoto smiled. "Yes, I did, because not too long ago, Trunks ended up in my office for probably the third time since he got here, and I told him that I thought it would be good for him to see the school's counselor, and, from what Naru tells me, they have been helpful."
"I don't think me son needs to see a counselor," Vegeta hissed out through clenched teeth .
Naru turned to Vegeta and gave him a warm smile (which just made him want to kill her more). "Most parents think that at first, Mr. Briefs, but it really is good for the kids. From our talks, I have come to learn about your recent loss, and it can be very tough on a child his age. I find our talks helpful and I've asked Kagami, here, if we could perhaps meet more often. He seems to be having such a terrible time in coping."
"Excuse me, woman, but my son does not need to see a shrink!" Vegeta stood up so fast, he knocked his chair over, and he stood in front of the three educators with his eyes blazing and his fists clenched.
"Mr. Briefs," Hashimoto cut in, "there is nothing wrong with this help, and if it weren't for Miss Naru's sessions with your son, I wouldn't of learned of these extenuating circumstances, and I would have asked you to remove your son from the school, but now I see that there's more to this, but if Trunks crosses the line in his bullying, he will be expelled. Good evening, Mr. Briefs, that is all I have to say to you." He stood up and walked briskly out the door, leaving an infuriated Vegeta and two stunned women.
Miss Naru turned back on her cheesy smile. "Mr. Briefs, I can understand your anger, but our sessions are good for Trunks because right now, after such a loss he is really fragile."
"Look here," started Vegeta pointing his finger at her, "You do not tell me what's best for MY son. I don't want you telling me that he needs you, and I do not want him seeing you ever again." Vegeta glared at the woman, then turned his head and stormed out of the classroom and school into the dark night and blasted off towards home.
Vegeta walked into his apartment to find Kotori sitting on his couch, watching the TV. She stood up when she saw him enter and gathered her things. "I put the kids to bed, they were no problem." She walked past him and he started to open his mouth. "No need to thank me," she cut him off, "besides I finished off your ice cream in the freezer." She turned to smile at him in the doorway.
"I wasn't going to thank you, wench, I was just going to tell you to get back on your side of the hall!" Vegeta yelled at here.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you need to learn some manners, Vegeta?" she asked.
Vegeta pretended to act shocked. "Huh! No!," he said sarcastically; then slammed the door in her face.
Vegeta took off his leather jacket and threw it onto the couch. He collapsed onto it, put his hands over his face and sighed in frustration. How had he gotten himself into this? He wasn't cut out to be a single father, and frankly, it was driving him nuts. He got up and walked over to the doorway to Trunks's room. He stood by it looking through the half- opened door, to see the silhouette of his son on his bed. The silhouette stirred, and Trunks sat up and stared at his father.
"You're not asleep?" Vegeta asked, stepping into the room.
"What did they say?" he asked, ignoring his father's question.
Vegeta sat down on the bed next to his son, and sighed. "Why didn't you tell me you were seeing a counselor?" He asked not making eye contact.
"I was hoping they wouldn't tell you that," said Trunks softly and bowed his head in shame. Now his father would really think he was weak.
"They told me a lot, Trunks, and I didn't like to hear it." The words were harsh.
"Gomen nasai, Otosan, it's just that everyone hates me there, and so they made fun of me, and I'd get sick of it and yell at them to stop. It's not like I beat them up or anything," Trunks sniffed.
Vegeta turned to face his son. "Well it's not like I want my son to take criticism like a pansy." Trunks looked up and a small smile graced his lips. "We can talk about this later, go to sleep for now, it's late."
"Otosan, can I stay home from school tomorrow?" asked Trunks innocently.
"Yes," he simply replied. Then he got up and walked towards the hallway, so he could also retire for the evening.
"And what about the day after that?" Trunks called out.
"We'll see," he replied and walked out of the room.
*Well that's all for now. Please review, and I'll try to post another chapter soon, but I can't make any promises. Tell me what you think, and who knows maybe I'll be inspired to sit down a whole day to just write a chapter!*
Disclaimer: I own neither Dragonball Z nor it's characters, though I do I have a giant Trunks wall scroll hanging in my room.
Vegeta On His Own
Chapter 12
A Not-So-Good Report
"So your only homework tonight class are those ten math problems and reading the first chapter of "The Phantom Tollbooth". See you tomorrow, class," Ms. Wakumoto yelled to the class as they rushed out the classroom's door. Trunks took his time to put all his stuff back into his backpack and started to trudge out of the room, when his teacher stopped him. "Wait a minute, Trunks, I'd like a word with you."
She sat down behind her desk and took her glasses off and laid them upside down on the stack of graded papers. Trunks hesitated, but then turned towards her desk, and walked to the front of it. She looked up at him, and he just glared at her. She rolled her eyes. "Trunks, your father wasn't at parent's night last night. Did you tell him about it like you were supposed to?"
"By all means, Wakumoto-san, I think you've already gone past your "word"."
"Just answer the question, Trunks, and for once stop acting like a know-it-all."
Trunks bit his lip. "No I didn't." He then added softly "It's not like he would have come anyway."
Ms. Wakumoto took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves, and then her expression changed to a softer one. Even though she was an exceedingly strict teacher, she still cared for her students, and always wanted the best for them. "Look, Trunks, I really need to talk with your father. I guess it's best that he didn't come last night with all the other parents because I would like to talk to him alone."
"Why!" Trunks hastily interjected.
"It's nothing to worry about, Trunks. It's just that you're a new student here and I'd like to make sure my student's parents are following along with their academic career. I just would like to meet with your father and discuss your schooling.er.habits. Understood?" Trunks looked down at his feet and nodded slightly. "I'd like to meet with him tomorrow evening, around seven. Can you tell him that for me?" Trunks nodded again. "Good, and I'd like a written note from him saying he can attend, otherwise I will call him to notify him of the conference."
"Hai, Wakumoto-san," Trunks responded finally looking up at her.
"Good. Then I will see you tomorrow." Trunks started to walk out of the room. "And have a good afternoon," she called after him as he left the building.
Trunks sat in front of the TV jabbing away at the controller while watching his computer graphic character throw punches and kick at its opponent. He was losing, and badly. His mind was on if his father would really go to the meeting, and what they would talk about there. In his imagination it went something like this:
"Frankly, Mr. Briefs your son's an idiot."
"What the hell do you know about idiots, baka!" and then Vegeta
blowing up his teacher.
Of course this would never happen, but it would probably be close to that. As he kept thinking up new exciting ways for his father to send his teacher to the next dimension, he didn't notice that the subject of his thoughts had entered the room and sat down on the couch behind him.
"What are you doing, boy?" asked Vegeta gruffly. Trunks couldn't help but jump at his father's sudden appearance, which just annoyed Vegeta. "You should always be aware of your surroundings, like a true warrior."
Trunks paused the game and turned around to face his father. "Gomen nasai, Otosan. I just kind of dozed off there for a second."
"Understandable, since you're so enthralled in this digital fantasy world you like to play in." Vegeta said as he eyed the TV screen.
Trunks got the hint. "Do you want to fight me?"
"If you're going to whine about it, I might as well." Vegeta lowered himself from the couch, sat down on the floor next to his only son, and picked up the spare controller. They jabbed at the controllers continuously with utmost concentration written on their faces. To Trunks it was the only time that he had a chance to beat his dad in a fight (however imaginary it was), and to Vegeta it was the only time that he had to try to save face by not letting his son beat him in a fight. They continued their fight until.
"Ha! I win!" cried Vegeta in surprise. His son was a genius at these games.
Trunks just glared at him thinking, 'Great now he's going to gloat about for the whole week.'
Vegeta (who was quite content with his win, and wanted to leave on top) got up and started to walk away, when Trunks stopped him. "Otosan, wait."
Vegeta turned around. "What?" he asked.
Trunks looked down at his feet. "Well, there's this thing. You see, my teacher really wants to talk with you, because she likes to talk to the parents to tell them how their kids are doing in school, and she wants to meet with you tomorrow night?"
Vegeta stared down Trunks as he thought about it. His face remained the same, masking whatever was running through his mind at the time. After a long pause, Vegeta finally answered. "There is no need for me to go."
He turned his back and started walking out of the room. Trunks ran to him and grabbed his arm. "Oh, come on, Otosan, you have to."
Vegeta spun around to face his son. "Why?" he asked. "Why do I have to go, are you going to die, if I don't?"
Trunks' suddenly wished that he had another father. Any other father would have wanted to meet their son's teacher, any other father wouldn't of asked why he had to go, but not his father. His father wanted nothing to do with his life outside of their dinky little apartment. "Please, Otosan, I'll get in trouble if you don't."
Vegeta growled in annoyance as his son held onto his arm, but he did not try to shake him off. "Otosan," came Trunks' small voice, "O-negai shimasu."
Vegeta closed his eyes and shook his head at what he was going to do, and then muttered. "Fine."
A small smile spread across Trunks' face, but he wasn't estatic, he went over to his backpack and came back with a piece of paper and a pen and brought them to his father. "Can you sign a note saying that you'll go." Vegeta roughly grabbed the contents from Trunks' hand, scribbled a note and then gave it back to his son.
"There are you happy now?" he asked roughly. Trunks slightly nodded. "Now get your shoes on, we're going out for supper."
Vegeta grumbled to himself as he flew through the cold night air. He landed in front of Trunks' school and walked towards the entrance. He wore his leatherjacket with the collar flipped up, and he walked briskly towards the dimly lit building. When he walked in, he saw that they were waiting for him. A tall, dark haired lady was standing talking with another, an older white-haired man. She turned when she heard him enter and walked towards him.
"Mr. Briefs, I presume?" she asked and held out a her hand to him to shake hands.
"Hai," he responded and folded his arms over his chest. He looked down at the outstretch hand in front of him, then looked up and glared at her.
"Well.okay," started the very confused teacher, "I'm Aya Wakumoto, Trunks's teacher, and this is Kagami Hashimoto, the principal of this school."
Vegeta just simply nodded at the elder man. Ms. Wakumoto looked rather uneasy around the not-so-friendly parent, but Hashimoto, who had been a teacher for a very long time, was used to this. "Right this way Mr. Briefs, we'll have our discussion in the classroom."
He led them into the very same classroom that Trunks spent 7 hours in every weekday. Vegeta looked around the room in disgust. There were bright, happy colors all over the place, and rather bad hand drawn pictures covering the wall. Vegeta noticed the elementary posters, and thought of just how much below his son's level this was. Perhaps he was wrong to send him to school. He knew his son was intelligent, what with Bulma's genes and all. And it wasn't like he was anything near stupid, either. He wasn't a Kakarot! It probably would have just been best for him to throw his son onto his grandparent's doorstep everyday for education. But they might never give him back.
The two educators sat down behind a desk, and Vegeta took his cue to sit down in the chair that just happened to be sitting directly in front of the desk. Ms. Wakumoto gathered some papers and started shuffling through them. She then looked over towards her boss, ad asked, "Would you like me to start?"
"Please," he replied.
"Well, then, Mr. Briefs, here is your son's grade report," she handed Vegeta a sheet of paper, and he looked over it. "As you see, the first couple of test and projects are exceedingly high, but after that all his homework and in class assignments are rather low. His tests, however remain high. It's easy to see that Trunks's simply stopped putting effort into his work anymore. He's a very bright boy, and his test scores show it, but he refuses to actually do any work."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow in a questioning look. He didn't think he liked where this was going.
"At first I thought he was just cheating off the others, but after I made him take a test on his own, I quickly rejected that thought. Also, I think that Trunks is having some difficulty.err.making friends. He doesn't get along well with his classmates, which I believe is also a factor in his failing grades considering that their dislike for him started not too long after he transferred here."
Vegeta glared at her. "So," he spat. "He's above all this, why don't you put him in a better class, so he doesn't have to be surrounded by all your idiots."
The teacher was shocked and just sat there with her mouth hanging open, not sure what to say. Luckily for her Hashimoto cut in. "Now, Mr. Briefs, we only put our students in our more challenging classes after and only after they are able to prove that they are hard workers and do all their assignments with great effort, and as you can see by that report, Trunks does not show that. Also, there have been some problems with Trunks and discipline."
Vegeta just rolled his eyes. 'Dammit,' he thought to himself, 'I knew this was coming.'
"Now, Trunks's only case of actually physically hurting someone was his first day of school in gym class, but that was dismissed because it was thought to have been an accident. Had he informed you of that incidence?"
"Yes, he did," replied Vegeta. "But if you thought it was an accident, then why did you ban him from the class for the whole week."
"Only for the safety of our students, Mr. Briefs, I assure you," said Hashimoto. "Lately, however, there have been instances, of Trunks bullying kids during school. He often picks up the kids and threatens them. Many of the students are afraid of him, and there have been some occurrences of certain objects being incinerated somehow."
Vegeta was starting to regret coming to this meeting. Apparently his son was more like him, then he originally thought. And how dare these weaklings insult his son, a prince of a warrior race!
Just then, the door opened and in walked a tall lady with long, curly brown hair. Hashimoto looked over to see the woman, and a smile spread across his face. "Ah, Naru, just in time, my dear." She smiled at him and then looked over at Vegeta. "This is Mr. Briefs, Naru. Mr. Briefs, this is Naru, Trunks's counselor."
Vegeta's eyes widened considerably. "Excuse me, did you say counselor?"
Hashimoto smiled. "Yes, I did, because not too long ago, Trunks ended up in my office for probably the third time since he got here, and I told him that I thought it would be good for him to see the school's counselor, and, from what Naru tells me, they have been helpful."
"I don't think me son needs to see a counselor," Vegeta hissed out through clenched teeth .
Naru turned to Vegeta and gave him a warm smile (which just made him want to kill her more). "Most parents think that at first, Mr. Briefs, but it really is good for the kids. From our talks, I have come to learn about your recent loss, and it can be very tough on a child his age. I find our talks helpful and I've asked Kagami, here, if we could perhaps meet more often. He seems to be having such a terrible time in coping."
"Excuse me, woman, but my son does not need to see a shrink!" Vegeta stood up so fast, he knocked his chair over, and he stood in front of the three educators with his eyes blazing and his fists clenched.
"Mr. Briefs," Hashimoto cut in, "there is nothing wrong with this help, and if it weren't for Miss Naru's sessions with your son, I wouldn't of learned of these extenuating circumstances, and I would have asked you to remove your son from the school, but now I see that there's more to this, but if Trunks crosses the line in his bullying, he will be expelled. Good evening, Mr. Briefs, that is all I have to say to you." He stood up and walked briskly out the door, leaving an infuriated Vegeta and two stunned women.
Miss Naru turned back on her cheesy smile. "Mr. Briefs, I can understand your anger, but our sessions are good for Trunks because right now, after such a loss he is really fragile."
"Look here," started Vegeta pointing his finger at her, "You do not tell me what's best for MY son. I don't want you telling me that he needs you, and I do not want him seeing you ever again." Vegeta glared at the woman, then turned his head and stormed out of the classroom and school into the dark night and blasted off towards home.
Vegeta walked into his apartment to find Kotori sitting on his couch, watching the TV. She stood up when she saw him enter and gathered her things. "I put the kids to bed, they were no problem." She walked past him and he started to open his mouth. "No need to thank me," she cut him off, "besides I finished off your ice cream in the freezer." She turned to smile at him in the doorway.
"I wasn't going to thank you, wench, I was just going to tell you to get back on your side of the hall!" Vegeta yelled at here.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you need to learn some manners, Vegeta?" she asked.
Vegeta pretended to act shocked. "Huh! No!," he said sarcastically; then slammed the door in her face.
Vegeta took off his leather jacket and threw it onto the couch. He collapsed onto it, put his hands over his face and sighed in frustration. How had he gotten himself into this? He wasn't cut out to be a single father, and frankly, it was driving him nuts. He got up and walked over to the doorway to Trunks's room. He stood by it looking through the half- opened door, to see the silhouette of his son on his bed. The silhouette stirred, and Trunks sat up and stared at his father.
"You're not asleep?" Vegeta asked, stepping into the room.
"What did they say?" he asked, ignoring his father's question.
Vegeta sat down on the bed next to his son, and sighed. "Why didn't you tell me you were seeing a counselor?" He asked not making eye contact.
"I was hoping they wouldn't tell you that," said Trunks softly and bowed his head in shame. Now his father would really think he was weak.
"They told me a lot, Trunks, and I didn't like to hear it." The words were harsh.
"Gomen nasai, Otosan, it's just that everyone hates me there, and so they made fun of me, and I'd get sick of it and yell at them to stop. It's not like I beat them up or anything," Trunks sniffed.
Vegeta turned to face his son. "Well it's not like I want my son to take criticism like a pansy." Trunks looked up and a small smile graced his lips. "We can talk about this later, go to sleep for now, it's late."
"Otosan, can I stay home from school tomorrow?" asked Trunks innocently.
"Yes," he simply replied. Then he got up and walked towards the hallway, so he could also retire for the evening.
"And what about the day after that?" Trunks called out.
"We'll see," he replied and walked out of the room.
*Well that's all for now. Please review, and I'll try to post another chapter soon, but I can't make any promises. Tell me what you think, and who knows maybe I'll be inspired to sit down a whole day to just write a chapter!*