Drunk.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, or anything even remotely like it.

Ok guys, I think your going to have to expect me to update every other week or so. The thing is that my parents are divorced so I have a pretty crappy custody arrangement. I spend one week at my dads house, then go back to my moms for a week. Then back to my dads, then go back-- You get the point... so anyways when I'm at my moms I'm not able to update, because she does not have internet access. Or a computer for that matter. It's totally broken. . So I have to wait till I go back to my dads to write the next chapter and post it up. So sorry you guys have to wait so long for me to update every time... But oh well... .:Sigh:. Anyways, here's the next chapter to 'Drunk'

Oh ya! And sorry for the weird chapter last time... I mean the way it looked. I'm gonna try to fix it this time, but I'm still not quite sure what's wrong. Maybe its the way I'm saving it or something... so I guess we'll find out .

Chapter Twelve: Guilty { It's so... evil O.o; }

In The Last Chapter

Trunks sat up and rubbed his head, mumbling.

"Why do stairs hate me today?"

He then saw his father land in front of him. His eyes widened again as he looked up at him, thinking.

'Oh god... Here it comes...'

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Trunks squeezed his eyes shut, and slapped his hands over his head awaiting the impact.

Vegeta just stared at him. He wanted to kick the little brats ass for disturbing him while he was sleeping. But for some reason... he held back. He just couldn't find it in himself to hurt him.

He suddenly was remembering little tidbits from last night. He kept seeing his son. Taking wet cloths from his head, and replacing them with new ones. Cleaning up towels surrounding him from when he had gotten sick. Passing out and then having to wake right back up just to care for... him.

For once in his life Vegeta felt...

Guilty.

Guilty for what he had made someone go through. And to make it worse. He made his own son go through it.

He stared down at Trunks. The little boy still protecting himself form harm. Vegeta was still not sure of what he should do.

Trunks would of thought by now that his father would have had him in the hospital. But he was still there. Still in his protective position. He knew it would be risky to look, but he did anyways. He opened one eyes slowly, then the other. He lifted his head a bit, his arms still resting on it. But he was not expecting to see what he did.

There, in front of him, was...

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Oh... don't you just hate me?

.:Laughs evilly:.

HA! You thought you were gonna get a full chapter, didn't ya? Well I decided to be evil today and just tease you.

.:Continues to laugh almost scary evil:.

Oh and if you want to know what happens, then you better send in some reviews! Or I may just wait another 2 months to give you the next chapter...