Vegeta turned his head away from his child as the two sat in and almost endless silence. "Trunks, I think you should get to bed now….can you sleep?"

Trunks didn't respond to his father's question but only notion of understanding was him rising then heading up stairs into his bedroom hopefully getting any little rest he could.

He stopped half way up the stairs then turned back to his father. "Wake me in the morning; if I don't show up to school Goten will panic." He smiled softly to his father then proceeded.

Vegeta placed himself into the kitchen with and emotionless stare he glanced into a near by family portrait

"Bulma, now I understand what you said before you left this house, stating I was a being who couldn't handle a situation with out anger."

The sayian prince started in a daze with nothing but his thoughts, as a pale sunlight filled the kitchen window illuminating the china on the walls of the empty building were the two sayains stayed.

"I seem to be awfully calm about this dilemma" Vegeta spoke softly now looking at his wife who was staring back out of the photo.

"Maybe for some reason I can understand Trunks….something you never took the time or effort to do."

He now placed himself in a soft satin chair against the glass kitchen table. The prince's tail twitched to the raping beat of the grandfather clock in the main hallway he couldn't sleep let alone think.

Two hours later Vegeta found himself pacing the down stairs wildly. "Blast, it's already five fifty…I really don't want to wake the boy up, he's been through much. Yet again he should have fought back."

A small voice echoed in the back of Vegeta's mind 'could of have fought back? IF you were scared and upset as he was? Could you?'

"No, I don't think I could either." Vegeta sighed as he rested back at the table and laid his head into his folded arms.

"It's better for him, I do not want to baby the child I didn't train him for that. I'm only showing Trunks that I can be here to talk or what ever I need to do I suppose."

Vegeta's tail stiffened as a small beeping sound had came howling into his ears. "Kami!" He jumped then stood up taking another look towards the same clock reading the hands on six fifteen.

The sun had now fully shown through out the down stairs gleaming brightly off the glass table.

Trunks made his way through the hall way and into the shower. Of course after last night he didn't want to feel filthy anymore.

"Kami Goten!" he mumbled loudly to as he turned the comforting water on inside the bath.

Trunks undid his clothing slowly as he pulled off the bandages showing all his cuts had healed. One benefit of being a sayain was the ability to heal quickly with minor wounds.

"Goten, thanks for sending me out on a date with a rapist…I suppose you told him that I was a sayain too right?"

Trunks sat in the bath then closed his eyes, as he drifted off into thought finally being alone to think brought small grace back into the boy's heart.

'I can't act like anything happened. I know one thing father wouldn't want and that's for me to drag anymore pity onto myself.'

About a half hour later Trunks emerged down the stairs in a bright magenta hooded vest much like his yellow one. Vegeta glanced up the stairs and saw his son who was amazingly look less frowsy than normal.

"So, I'm not the only one in the family who can pull of the color pink I see." Vegeta smiled towards his son having relief sweep over him by Trunks' chipper appearance.

Trunks smiled then nodded "I suppose not, I'm going to have to fly to school today I'll be running late if I don't hurry."

He made his way over to the door in mid step when his father's voice stopped him.

"Trunks stop a moment."

Trunks turned cautiously towards his father with a glassy eye expression.

"Yes?"

"Look, about t-that punk you went out with." Vegeta now tried to keep his temper down with his sayain tail resting it's self around his trim waist.

He looked towards his son who was not tense as when he first arrived home, he had to handle this question easily.

"W-what about him?"

"Does Damien attend that school of yours?"

"No, He's in collage…..far away from my school. Is everything alright?"

Vegeta nodded towards his son "Yes. I'm perfectly fine, it's you I should be asking that too. Now are you sure that you want to go through with this school day?"

Trunks nodded slowly as he pulled the soft set of matching gloves onto his hands.

"I'm sure; I need to go on with my life. It's not like I can hide for ever I don't want to live miserable."

"Yes, it's a good way to approach it I'm sure."

Trunks turned then opened the door as he prepared to walk out and head to meet Goten and Marron at school.

"Trunks."

Trunks turned once more "I'm going to be late, I'm sorry I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"Didn't you just tell me you wanted to get on with your life?"

"Yes I did bu-"

"But you're also contradicting yourself, by not talking."

"Alright, what is it?"

"Court. This human thing I've seen your mother do countless of times by that other major company."

"Corporal Capsule."

"Yes that one. Anyway, do you want to take this punk to that court thing? Or may we let Bulma know about what is going on with yo-"

"NO!" Trunks now had a look of panic on his face plastered like the light of day. "I can't have her find out…..I-I'm not ready."

Vegeta had a look of confusion glued to his face. "Why not?"

"Because, if mother knew she'd. Do you know how disgusting she would find it! I don't want her to hate me for it."

"She wouldn't hate you. She'd most likely hate me for letting you date that retched piece of shit."

"You don't understand, I don't want to be hated by her, I know she'll hate me. If we end up taking Damien to court then mother will definitely find out about what happened!"

"Boy, I'm only giving you answers. That's your mother's way of doing things, which Kami only knows it makes no Idea to me."

Vegeta sighed then looked to his son's gentle blue eyes "I took your err- Transition just fine, why wouldn't your mother?"

"I don't know I just have a feeling in my stomach it's best to leave her in the dark."

"Trunks please its best some one knows!"

"Please!" Trunks was now pleading to his father with small salted tears falling diffusely down his soft cheeks.

"From now on, I'm not straight I'm not gay I'm not anything."

The sayain prince heaved a sigh as he tail fell freely once more off his waist. "I'm not going to fight with you any more today. Go or you will be late for school."

Trunks sighed himself then nodded as he walked out the door pulling it slowly shut. "Alright."

"If you want to come home just leave I'll write a note or something later, but I'll be training with Kakorot today. Unless he is mindlessly stuffing his enormous face of his."

Trunks laughed then smiled as he looked back to his father before departing.

"Go, Trunks or I'm not writing that kami damned note."

Trunks closed the door in his wake then headed off to orange star high school hoping for a good claming day of relaxation.