Chapter Three: Jealous Videl
Until dusk the six of them continued to spar and the little boys completely tired themselves out. Gabe ended up carrying little Trunks all the way home, and he slept comfortably in her arms. "So your mom taught you how to fight pretty well." Future Trunks commented.
"No not really. I was sent to a finishing school for young male warriors. The only reason I was accepted into the school is because Vegeta is my father, and he attended school there as well. Racey taught me the basics of how to use over a thousand bladed weapons, and she taught me more advanced things with what I excelled at, that's mostly swords, a couple bladed spears." Gabe told him. "For being almost nine you don't weigh all that much in the present." She teased.
"Well, it's definitely not from lack of eating or muscle degeneration." He laughed.
"Trunks, what am I like in the future; am I happy, nice, or am I even still alive?" She wondered.
Well, you're alive, and very nice. I can't say I've ever seen you happier…" he sighed, "But you do go through some hard times. Everything will turn out better than ever in the end though. Just never give up hope that things won't get better." He explained.
"Well, I will always keep that in mind then. I don't want to ruin a good future." She smiled. "Well, we're home at last."
"We can see and hear that. Did Gohan and Goten take Videl home?" Vegeta asked as he took little Trunks from Gabe; so she could go to her room to change out of her filthy training clothes.
"I guess. I'm not sure; she was pretty upset about today's session." Trunks said.
"Why? Did the little one finally tell her she was slowing you down?" Vegeta questioned.
"No. Gabe beat the shit out of her with one punch." Trunks snickered, opening the door to the refrigerator.
"Well that's only to be expected. She comes from half of the strongest bloodline in the universe." Vegeta bellowed waking up his sleeping son. "Just like you do. What progress have you made?"
"I'm getting stronger every day. I'm confident I can become a level three with another day of gravity training. And you never let me forget where I come from Dad." Trunks mumbled going to his room to change.
"Daddy, I need to get new clothes on, I'm a dust ball." Little Trunks told his father and Vegeta put him down.
Gabe came down stairs in clean clothes as Trunks was going upstairs. "Bulma's still upstairs getting ready, come have a seat and we can catch up a little." Vegeta motioned for his daughter to take the seat next to his at the table. "I know I wasn't always there for you Gabe. In fact, I was hardly ever there for you at all; but I want you to understand that it wasn't because I didn't love you…" He tried to explain.
"Daddy, I know. Racey told me what happened. That's what drove me to come looking for you in the first place. The other thing was Takuya. She's gone completely insane; honestly after living with her for seventeen years, UI don't know why I'm not exactly like her. She's looking for you too Daddy; and the man who helped you become Vegetto. She's teaming up with the enemy… well, I think she's the enemy anyway, and at home Tribeks are everywhere running everything. It's been that way ever since you left and didn't go back." Gabe interrupted.
"I knew I should have taken you with me. How could I have missed that, why didn't Raditz or Nappa tell me about this, could they have been behind it as well?" Vegeta almost didn't realize her was asking these questions out loud.
"I don't know, but I got really scared and finally came looking for you when Racey said I wasn't going to be safe with her anymore." Gabe answered.
"Well, we'll have more time to discuss this later. Tell me about your schooling, and your fighting competitions."
"There really isn't all that much to tell, Takuya sent me to the same school that you attended. Things haven't changed much there, still the same old crusty instructors, who believe the same old crusty myths about the Super Saiyan." She giggled. "Fighting is good. I beat Videl today, which means I still haven't lost a fight, but they wouldn't let me compete in the boys' division, so I haven't really gotten any better. I still train hard though, and I make new challenges for myself. Racey's sure I almost became a Super Saiyan, but Takuya messed that up." Gabe told her father. "She said 'It's no good being a Super Saiyan. If you become one you'll never be able to raise your power level any higher.' I know she was wrong though."
"I know I'm sorry that she was the one chosen to be your mother. But just because she gave birth to you doesn't mean that she has the right to be your mother. I think you'll agree with me when I say that Bulma is a much better person, and I know you already see the difference in her as a real mother as compared to Takuya." Vegeta remarked slightly clearing his throat.
"Well don't you just look adorable." Bulma complimented as she came downstairs in a little pink sun dress.
"Thank you, it was practically the only thing I brought besides what I came in. I was rushed to pack." Gabe said half light heartedly joking.
"Well, we will most certainly have to change that!" Bulma gasped. "There will be no training or sparring until that's fixed, so I'm taking you shopping tomorrow".
"Here I come!" Little Trunks announced from the top of the stairs.
"Not before me!" future Trunks laughed as he leapt over his present self.
"Off to dinner we go then!" Vegeta replied and the family was off.