Drunk

Chapter fifteen – A tight embrace

I just need to give up with the apologies and get to writing again. So many people have been trying to get me to do it for such a long time now I have just given in. So thank you Steph, all my reviewers and especially my bugging reviews from 'Nobody Important', you really kept got me up to it, who ever you are, thanks! So be proud all of you. For Reno is going to try her best to start to update again!

-Laughter and rolling around heard-

--; I REALLY AM FOR ONCE! –Sighs- But I guess I've said that before. So I'll stop doing this now and try and get back into the swing of things.

In the last chapter

Vegeta looked at his son, now from the other room. He had snuck over while he was on the phone with his back turned. He watched as Trunks laid his head upon the door sighing, and heard him whisper. "Where are you dad…? I need you…"

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Standing there for a short moment, Trunks sighed and lifted his head high and stood up strait. He knew where ever his father was; it would not be appropriate for a saiyan of royal blood to pout and mope about. A slight smirk lifted his lip as he walked into the living room and gathered up the sheets from the couch, carrying them to the laundry room and throwing them into the pile. He went back, grabbing the dishes and now warmed drinks as he cleared out the room.

"I don't see how he could have possibly done all of this in one night, even if he was drunk." He smirked a bit and laughed to himself. "I hope to never grow up like that."

"Well," Came a cool voice from behind the young boy, sending chills up his spine. "You know that most likely will happen… Like father, like son…"

Gasping a bit, Trunks turned his head slowly around to a towering figure. His dark laughing eyes catching his attention, as she looked him up and down, letting it sink in for a moment. "D-dad?" He managed to stammer out, staring up to his captivating eyes.

"What?" He smirked, his eyes sliding down to a happy glare. "You don't even recognize your own father? And I thought I was the one who got drunk and forgot things."

"Dad!" Trunks exclaimed, dropping the contents in his arms and jumping at him, tackling him down to the ground and clinging to him. "Where have you been? I was so worried! I though…"

A slow hand comes up by his eyes, brushing a few lilac locks from his face.

"Thought that you were hurt, or…"

It wraps around his small back.

"Or some thing horrible h-hap-"

It tightens as Vegeta brings his son into a tight embrace, causing the young half-breed to gasps a bit and tense, thinking some thing must be horrible wrong. "W-what are you doing, what's going on? What's wrong? Who died! YOU'RE NOT GONNA DIE, ARE YOU?"

Simply rolling his eyes, Vegeta sighed and pushed the young boys head gently. "Would you shut the fuck up already, I'm just… Glad to see how much you've grown. I've never noticed it before, Trunks. But you really aren't that much of a little brat any more." It took a lot for him to say that, and Trunks could tell he was being serious. He calmed finally and laid onto his fathers' strong chest like a small infant.

He only laid there for a few minutes, and then looked up to his fathers' deep eyes. "What's going on, Dad? Where did you go?"

"I just needed to think about a few things."

"Like what?"

"Nothing, it doesn't matter now, Son." He sat up finally and loosened his grip, setting the small boy onto the ground. "Now get back to cleaning up. We need to finish before your mother gets home."

Trunks nodded and smiled up to his father as he stood up. "Good idea, no telling what she would d-"

"What… The… FUCK HAPPENED TO MY HOUSE!" Came a loud screeching voice, cutting Trunks off as both the males twitched. They turned slowly to a fuming Bulma, her moth dropped as her wide eyes scan the mess. "What did you two do! I can't leave you alone for any thing, can I? Oh my fucking god!"

Vegeta's fists twitched and clenched out of the corner of Trunks' eye as he took a step back, knowing what was about to happen next.

Turning her head, Bulma's bright blue eyes focused in on her mate. "What happened, huh! I'm assuming this is your doing? Isn't it?" She asked, calming a bit as it sinks in.

"Woman… I swear to god… You need to stop now before I make you stop…" Vegeta stated calmly, moving towards the woman, a strange look flashing through his eyes.

Noticing this, Trunks' concern slowly rises to fear. "Dad? What are you doing…?"

"Get out of here, Trunks. This won't be for you to see." An evil smirk presents itself upon Vegeta's lip as he moves in on Bulma, like a cat stalking it prey.

"V-Vegeta…? Why are you looking at me like that? S-stop it… It's not funny!" Bulma screamed as he finally pounces her and pushes her against the partially broken wall.

"Now I have you right where I want you I've wanted to do this for a long time, woman. And now I have my chance…"

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There we are, an update. I'll do my best to keep up with this story at least. But I can't make any promises for my other two unfinished ones. For now dwell upon what Vegeta is about to do to Bulma. Send in those reviews and predictions. Then just sit back and wait for the next installment.

-Reno