Someone told me love will all save us.
But how can that be, look what love gave us.
A world full of killing, and blood-spilling
That world never came.
-Nickelback
The next thing Trunks knew he was gasping for air on solid ground. He rolled over to see Parag balanced precariously on edge of a well-type structure leading into space. Vegeta administered one final blow to him, and Parag was thrown into the vastness of space. Vegeta shut the well with a push of a button.
"Father?" said Trunks in disbelief. Vegeta held out a hand to him. Trunks took it and was pulled to his feet.
"I thought you said that room was impossible to get out of." said Trunks accusingly.
"I improvised." Vegeta smirked. "As you can see I've finished your work. There is not a Saiyan left alive on this station." His voice was airy.
"So, we're in space then? We need to find a way off this thing."
"There's a shuttle bay two levels–" There was a twitch in Vegeta's jaw, "d-dow...down" his voice became more breathless and the blood drained from his face.
"Are you alright?" asked Trunks, his brow furrowed with worry. Vegeta swayed on his spot for a moment before he lost his balance. Trunks scrambled over to him and kneeled beside him.
"Dad, DAD! What's wrong? You're sick, aren't you?"
"Saiyan children are fitted with an artificial gene. It can enhance the ability of the Saiyan to fight if he is desperate. Usually it is dormant. The gas they released activated it. It's not supposed to be on for this amount of time."
"Well, it's not lethal, right? It just makes you tired." Trunks said, growing frantic.
"Never in the history of my people has the particle been activated for more than a few hours. That is without the effects of the gas. In my situation, it is logical to assume—"
"NO! Yo-you're not going to die here!" Once again, tears slipped down Trunks's face, "You're going to make it out of here, out of this atmosphere and that stupid gene will shut down. You have grandsons to train. I certainly don't have the knowledge to do that! Now you even have granddaughter to see! Not one of your battles was able to keep you down and this won't be any different!"
"What have I told you brat? Tears are for the weak." Vegeta whispered, wiping a gloved hand against his son's face. The action only made Trunks cry harder. This could not be happening! After all the battles, a stupid gene could not be his downfall!
"Two decks down from here is a shuttle bay. Get in a ship, and go home. It will take about a day from here. That's an order." Vegeta said.
"I can't obey that! There's no way I'm leaving here without you. If you can't walk, then I'll carry you!" Trunks pulled Vegeta out of the rubble and onto his back. "Either we both go back or neither does."
His breathing is slowing; we'd better find the entrance to the next level soon…Not to mention that Trunks' already numb legs were beginning to stiffen from the cold and extra weight. He had been wandering the deck for about an hour now. His foot caught on something and he fell forward, sending his father off his back and sliding for about fifty meters. He looked back to see what had caught his foot. There was a pipe jutting out of the wall. Trunks kicked it angrily. It snapped in two. He was satisfied before a cold computer voice said,
"Warning: Gas leak on level five."
"Oh great!" Trunks yelled. He crossed the hall and lifted Vegeta back on him.
"C'mon Dad, that gas is leaking into this deck, we've gotta get out." A few more meters was all that was needed. The cover to a large vent had been tossed aside. Trunks looked down but could not make out anything definite.
"Warning: Gas leak on level five."
"As long as it leads down!" With that, Trunks jumped into the vent.
The two came out from the ceiling into a different room. Trunks landed in a bin while Vegeta hit the floor.
"Dad!" Trunks climbed out of the bin and bolted over to his father. He placed a hand on Vegeta's chest. He was breathing but the breaths were shallow and quick. Trunks heaved him onto his back again.He stood and straightened. Got to find that docking bay. He looked around for an exit, but discovered several pods. He was exactly where he needed to be. He unlocked the nearest one and fastened Vegeta in first and then clambered in himself.
"I really wish you were awake now Dad, then you could fly this. Ignition, here?" Trunks guessed correctly. The pod rose several feet in the air. He positioned his hands on two pads. The launch door is ahead so if I move my right hand forward…The pod slowly advanced towards the door. So this is direction, and the other must be speed and height. He pressed a few buttons that looked like they did the pre-flight preparation.
"All pre-flight protocols are complete. Course set in. Destination: Earth." The pod's computer voice was even colder than the station's. The pod lurched forward.
"Warning: Launch door is locked. Abort flight."
"Damn! I forgot about the launch doors!" An alarm sounded inside the cabin.
"This is a Saiyan ship! There's got to be weapons somewhere!" Trunks hectically pounded buttons.
"Come on! Where are the weapons?"
"Warning: Launch door is locked. Abort flight."
"I know that already!"
"Warning: Collision in ten, nine, eight…"
"Damn it!"
"…five, four…" Then, amazingly, miraculously, a stream of red emanated from the pod and the doors were blasted apart.
"Cleared of Station 0712409. Course for Earth is resumed." Trunks let out a deep breath. He had not realized how much he had been shaking. He looked back at his father. Vegeta's eyes were half open.
"We're going home Dad! You'll be fine!"
"I am…grateful." Vegeta said quietly.
"I'm just glad those weapons fired at the right time." said Trunks happily.
"Yes, that's very lucky." Vegeta said with a knowing expression.
"Or," Trunks said, "You did, didn't you Dad?"
"And here I was ready to let you think you'd done it." Vegeta smirked.
"Thanks Dad." Trunks pulled him into a one-armed hug.
"Hey, HEY!" Vegeta coughed. Trunks released him quickly.
"I'm sorry, I forgot. But you'll be alright now, right? You're away from that atmosphere…"
"Most likely. Anyway, don't bother me, I'm going to sleep. Someone's got to land this thing and I don't really want to trust you."
"Good choice." Vegeta went about organizing himself.
"You couldn't have chosen a two person pod, could you?" grumbled the Prince.
Vegeta was a skilled pilot. The pod landed smoothly. Although it did attract public attention, since they landed behind Capsule Corp., everyone simply assumed it was a new model the scientists were testing. During the ride Vegeta regained most of his strength.
"I guess I'm off to home." Trunks said as he exited the pod, "But before I go, can I check the exact date and time?" Vegeta inclined his head. Trunks ran inside and flipped the 'on' switch for the computer. He gazed at the date.
"Oh Kami…its Goku's birthday…it's been exactly one year since this all began."
"Go." said Vegeta. Trunks nodded, and took off into the night air.
Trunks tried to settle his stomach from churning around uncomfortably and his head from spinning as he approached his front door. He dreaded what was coming. He had no clue what he was going to say or do. Trunks positioned his hand on the door knob and then…
…heads turned. Trunks twitch his lips up a bit.
"Happy birthday Goku."
Oooh, what's going to happen next, I wonder? It's just so cliffhangery...by the way, I didn't have a threesome last night. That was a mock secret. Really people, don't have threesomes. That would just be confusing. You'd get their names mixed up. Not good. On your next date you could go,
"Oh, you're so funny Rob!"
"...who's Rob?"
"Stan?"
"...Dave?"
"...you whore."
"Tim...?"
"No."
"Bridget?"
"What!"
"Um...Jerry?"
"There you go."
And that's why you shouldn't have threesomes. See ya!