Last Time:
' Maybe, since he's in a good mood, I can get him to come live with me.'
Glass doors opened ajar. Black spikes revealed themselves slowly as the clear glass opened in slow motion. Blue crystal orbs widened, the owners mouth gaping with a horrified look.
" Ve-Vegeta."
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" Ve-Vegeta." Trunks gasped aloud. Black boots took small retreating steps backwards.
"Hello Son, long time no see. I see your up and...Well." The man smirked slightly, his face turned back into the stony image again setting into a glaring frown.
"Vegeta-san." Goten bowed slightly. "What brings you here?"
"The Brat."
Trunks couldn't do anything. He was frozen in place, feet were like ice, hands shaked slightly, eyes were widened in fear.
This just wasn't happening. He had just wanted to sneak on by without anyone noticing. He just wanted to rent an apartment room, dispose of the book and then kill his misery off. And then... Vegeta had to come and interfere.
"BullShit." Trunks' mind snapped back to the attention of the two men that were arguing against each other. Vegeta was snapping off at Goten while Goten tried to keep calm and civil.
"Like hell he's going to go back with you." The older man barked with a growl.
"Vegeta listen to me. Trunks isn't going to go home, he needs his rest."
"Come brat."
Trunks took a hesitant step backwards. Making Vegeta glare harder at him. The lavender mans head spun in confusion, fear, pain, and grief. He was petrified. An annoyed and pissed off Vegeta wasn't good. The whole Saiyan took two steps forward before he got a punch in the face.
"G-Goten!"
"I said leave Trunks alone Vegeta."
The Prince of all Saiyans kept his head tilted to the side from the impact of the punch the demi had brought upon him. Dark lips curled into an evil smirk.
"So you want a fight huh?"
"No, Vegeta-san. I want you to go home."
"Like hell."
Neither man noticed the absence of the young demi that was being fought over. Trunks had bolted after Goten punched him smack dab across the face. That had brought him out of his little haze of fear.
Both black haired men shifted into a fighting position. Eyes wandered, falling upon the men that disrupted their meals. Yet, none said, or dared, to utter a word.
Legs kicked from the ground, arms raised in the air as two blurs of black charged at one another.
A haze of Orange, blue and black appeared in the middle of the fight that had begun.
"Kakkarot!" Vegeta muttered out, stopping in dead track as he regained his normal posture. Arms folded across his face with a smirk. "What brings you here yamero?"
"What's going on?!"
"Nothing."
"Don't lie to me Vegeta."
"Don't take charge in my business!" A gloved hand was caught by a tanned fist. Vegeta tried to twist his hand free but Goku wasn't loosening his hold. Vegeta gave a loud grunt followed by a smirk. He pulled his arm back, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"Trunks?" Goten called as he turned his attention to the spot where the demi had been minutes ago. "Where'd he go!?!??!"
"Go ahead Goten. Vegeta you're either coming with me or going home."
Goten had left after his fathers announcement, he ran to the back of the restaurant out of the spare doors trying to find his friend.
"Is that a threat Kakkaroto?"
"It's a promise."
"Oh really?"
"Going back to your old ways? I've felt your ki fluctuating over the months. What's going on? Tell me now!" Vegeta only crazily smirked at him, chuckling in a rich evil laughter. Goku charged in gripping Vegeta's arm in a tight grip. His free hand was brought to his forehead; Vegeta snarled loudly trying to take another punch at Goku, both disappeared from sight.
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He ran, panted hard, never stopped, tried with all his might to go faster and get out of where he was. He was on the edge. He could feel the danger pouring from his recent placement.
The lilac haired man continued running at a fast pace. Ki was held down so no one would be able to sense him, but doubt anyone could sense him with how low his ki already was.
"God... I... I-cant... run." Medium grey rock smacked into the tennis shoes of the demi-Saiyan. A small scream erupted from his throat as dived face first into the dirt and rocks. Groans and moans came forth as he rolled onto his back, panting his hardest in his whole entire life. He ran 4 miles straight, not stopping or slowing his pace once.
"I'll never... never be able. To escape... this..." Whimpers and gasps resounded from his voice. Tears welled in his eyes from failure, regret, depression, and self pity. He pitied himself. Pitied that he had to suffer through a family that wanted him dead. That didn't notice him. Didn't care. Didn't want to care.
"Trunks..." Came a familiar voice.
Blue orbs widened to the words. The exhausted arm came as quickly as possible, forcing all the energy he had left to cover his face, and wipe the small tears from his eyes.
"What...What do you want?" He croaked out. His voice was strained, still trying to catch breathe from his air deprived lungs, it was hoarse and sounded as if it were hurting him a great deal.
Goten stood next to him. He kneeled on his knees, stroking the lavender locks of the demi-saiyan. " I want you to come with me." The angelic voice spoke, gentle and soft, it made Trunks want to believe someone cared for him. Made him want to believe that he had someone for comfort. Made him want to believe that he was... safe...
He didn't refuse. He didn't utter a word. He lay there, panting his heart out with his arm strewn over his eyes, covering his face.
They sat there for minutes; what almost seemed to be hours in silence. Eventually the lilac haired man had exhausted himself into a strong slumber.
The black haired demi ran his fingertips over the heated cheeks, then down under his head. The other arm slipped under the bottoms of his knees, lifting him slowly and carefully with a gentle touch.
"I'll protect you from whatever has you scarred my friend... That someone seems to be Vegeta... and I think I know what's going on now. Don't you worry... I'll protect you..."
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Wow.. OO -stares-.............. UM.... Pats Vegetagurlz head. UM. UM. About discontinuing. ER... APRIL FOOLS!!!!!!!! -Runs away from angry reviewers.-
Trunks: She had it coming to her.
Goten: I say we KILL HER.
Trunks: She wanted to kill us off folks.
Goten: AND BURN HER!
Trunks: Goten, your supposed to be the calm innocent 'lets talk this out' kinda guy.
Goten: GET OUT YOUR TORCHES!whispers I'm just following the crowd of the angry fans. Plus, think of it as 'pay back!'
Trunks: It's getting to angsty. IM NOT A DEPRESSED PERSON!
Goten: their there. We will have our little 'roll around' if you know what I mean. Wink wink
OO ok. YA! Remember to Review and not hurt the author to badly. REMEMBER!- VIOLENCE ISNT THE ANSWER. -Wink- Thanks to LadyKat for all her wonderful ideas! She's so cool lol!
Prepare for - a lil lemon in the next chapter.
