ATTACKKKKKKKKK of the killer HOMEWORK LOAD! Yep. That's me right about now. But I have added a new chapter to this fic! It's been... since June since I last updated it... oo... (Hides from many tomatoes being thrown at her.) SORRY!

Chapter 4

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Yes, it had been a true fiasco for the hybrid saiyan from the future these past few days, but he somehow made it thru all the chaos. He had to dodge all of these weird questions asked by the Z gang and by his mother... but the weirdest thing that he had heard all day was when his father came up to him.

Vegeta walked up to Trunks and shoved the teen, "Brat." Trunks looked away from his father's eyes. "Look at me." He obeyed. "Kid. Tell me you are not my heir." Trunks blinked, he wasn't quite sure WHY Vegeta was asking him... that was unless he has a suspicion...

"I'm not your heir?" he replied back, sounding more like a question than a statement. Vegeta gave a brief nod glad with what he heard and he walked away. Trunks gave a sigh as he shook his head. 'Well... father DID tell me to say that...'

He was off the hook... that was till now when he was attending a bar-b-q at his mother's home. He couldn't help but have that nervous feeling in his stomach.

Goku gave a hardy laugh as he walked from a group of his friends. The saiyan noticed Trunks standing by the closest door.

"Er... Hey Trunks!" exclaimed Goku as he walked over to his future friend. Trunks looked up as his face turned a slight shade of red.

"Hello..."

Goku gave a small nervous laugh as he placed a hand behind his head. "So, do you like your 'dubbed' name, 'Trunks'?"

Trunks' face brightened even more. "Shut up."

Goku laughed loudly as he patted the hybrid saiyan before him on the shoulder. "I find it interesting how Bulma gave you the name!"

Trunks sighed, "Yeah... she said 'I look like a person named Trunks' and thus, this is my dubbed name-"

"Trunks!"

The two of saiyan blood turned their heads noticing Bulma walk up with a huge plate of grilled chicken. A large grin was plastered on her face.

"And how are you two doing this lovely night?" she asked then both. Bulma inwardly smirked as she noticed the two men eye the food. Goku was drooling as the aroma of sweet food entered his nostrils, and Trunks was about there yet he had more self-control.

"Food," stated Goku as his stomach began to rubble.

Bulma laughed, "Well, let's go and sit at a table before this chicken gets cold."

And the two followed.

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"This food is wonderful!" exclaimed Goku as he patted his full tummy. He gave a contented sigh as he leaned back with a wide grin. "Absolutely delicious!"

Bulma gave a smile as she stood up and began to help take the plates to the sink. "I'll be back in a moment!" she exclaimed as she walked into the kitchen.

As Bulma placed the dirty dishes beside the sink, she gave a smirk. She gave a Vegeta smirk. She placed a few fingers in her pocket and pulled out a thin, sealed tube half full with white powder. She gave a small giggle.

"I sure hope Goku and 'Trunks' mind that I fed them one of my newest inventions."

On the small tube, a label was clearly stuck on it. 'Detail Dust'. It was tested recently, and the new invention proved to make a person tell only the truth when asked a question.

Bulma's smirk widened. Best of all, it was tasteless and odorless to any human! She wasn't exactly sure how it would affect a saiyan. So, for precaution, she added some chicken flavoring to it; the powder soon looked like a spice instead of some sort of drug.

Placing a genuine smile on her face, Bulma placed the tube back in her pocket and quickly ran back into the dining room.

She noticed many of the men were joking around and having a merry time but paused when they looked to Bulma.

"Welcome back Bulma!" exclaimed a few random men sitting the table.

Trunks gave a grin. "Hey Mom!"

Silence.

All looked to Trunks and his face became bright red. 'Did I just say that aloud?!'

He stated every word of profanity that he could think up of in his mind.

Bulma blinked as she looked to the lavender haired teen. 'Did... he just say mom?!' Taking a quick glance to her pocket she gave a small smirk. The powder was already working!

Trunks slapped his hands on his face, and his cheeks looked as if they were about to explode from the rushing of blood. With out knowing what to do, he stood up from his chair and ran out of the room.

Goku sat there completely shocked as he watched the teen leave. He raised an eyebrow. 'Why would Trunks slip up?' asked the youngest full-blooded saiyan silently. 'He's been very careful about it for the past two days!'

Goku rubbed his temples. Things had just gotten so much more complicated. The saiyan looked up to Bulma and noticed the shock on her face, but a small smile soon graced it.

The scientist clapped her hands together and gave a delighted squeal. "I'm going to have a son!" Yep... Bulma had always hoped that she would become a mother, and now her dream came true.

Goku looked over to Vegeta. The younger saiyan noticed the inner conflict that was going in with in the saiyan. His eyes seemed to display many emotions; one second they would be bright, then slightly worried, then dark once more.

Goku took one last glance at Bulma. She was just beaming. The saiyan could just see a room filled with baby toys, a crib, a room totally decorated for a baby... Goku visibly quivered. Scary.

A split second later, Goku noticed the door swing close. Someone just left. He looked back to the table to see who was missing. He gave a small frown. Vegeta was gone.

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Trunks lazily sat in a tree as he looked into the distance. The hybrid saiyan wasn't embarrassed any more. He was completely angry with himself. He also seemed to sink into a depression. Things weren't going as he hoped. He sighed.

"Brat."

Trunks closed his eyes and inwardly groaned. This beautiful cloudless day seemed to become darker just that moment.

"What?" questioned Trunks as he remained in his spot. He didn't even want to look at his soon-to-be father.

Vegeta gave a small growl as he looked up to the teen, which lazily sprawled out on the branch. The prince crossed his arms as he levitated up to where the lavender locked teen remained. He didn't like this boy's disrespect. He had all right to punish the kid, but he might not survive. Vegeta knew quite well that this kid had the power to become the Legendary. He hated Trunks because of that.

"So. The woman is your mother." It was more of a statement than a question. Trunks knew he would never hear the end of it.

"Yes," he answered truthfully.

He noticed the saiyan prince nod as he levitated over to a tree branch. Vegeta sat down on it and remained silent for a moment.

"Tell me, 'Trunks'; who is your father?"

Trunks remained silent as he closed his eyes breathing in the air of the cool summer day. "It's so beautiful out here." Trunks opened his eyes as he noticed a few birds flying off in the distance. "It's a shame that I can't share this wonderful day with anyone in the Z-Warriors at home."

Vegeta sent a glare to the teen. He didn't like it when someone didn't answer his questions. But there was something... something about Trunks that made the saiyan prince FEEL for him.

Trunks gave a small frown. "All in the group of earth warriors... including my father... is dead." Trunks eyes seemed to darken. "Only my mother, I, and a few others in my world remain." Trunks clenched his fists. "And no one is out there to protect my home from the androids."

Vegeta's eyes slightly softened as he looked into the sky. It was indeed a lovely day. It was one in a million.

Trunks remained silent as he waited. He was told that Vegeta remained to himself most of the time. He was always quiet and mysterious. No one ever learned much about him. It surprised Trunks when Vegeta began to speak.

"I know that exact feeling."

Trunks looked to Vegeta, and vise versa. Trunks couldn't help but grin slightly as he looked to the prince. The saiyan prince also grinned back but it was very small. It seemed, at that moment, the two gained some sort of trust and appreciation for each other. Vegeta knew deep down in his heart that this boy was his child. He was in denial, but the saiyan prince couldn't help but let the pride shine thru him.

The respect for each other had been created, and their father-son bond would never fade away.

Goku watched the display with a smile. Maybe all hope wasn't lost for the existence of the hybrid saiyan prince.

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