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Fallen – Chapter 2
Vegeta continued to work out his frustration against an unseen enemy. His stomach reminded him sharply that he had skipped breakfast and lunch was fast approaching. He finished up what he needed to and headed to the kitchen. Unfortunately Vegeta didn't make it that far. He was accosted by his eighteen month old running in the nude in the back yard. "For Kami's sake, woman! Put some clothes on that brat!" he bellowed at Bunny. Mrs. Briefs smiled widely, "I would if I could only catch the dear!" Trunks had frozen in a mud puddle from Bunny's gardening when he heard his father yell and now just scowled at his grandmother because she told on him. Vegeta's eyes met Trunks' and Trunks knew he was in trouble. "Da-da" he began, letting his lip quiver, it worked on his mother. Vegeta pointed at him, "None of that either, it won't work on me." Trunks silenced his tantrum before it could start and headed back to his grandmother, she was definitely easier on him.
Vegeta proceeded inside, now feeling absolutely disgusting and decided to shower before lunch. Trunks sensed his father's descent from the upper level and decided to take a different approach to gain his attention. He sat straight in his chair and waited patiently. Well, as patiently as a small child can which included taping his fork to his spoon. Vegeta assumed his regular position and glanced at the boy. Good, brat is finally behaving himself, Vegeta thought as he nodded his head in his son's direction. This earned a huge grin from Trunks who figured his father was pleased. Lunch began quietly but then Trunks got excited and began packing his mouth two fists at a time. "Better mind the size of your mouth doesn't match your stomach," Dr. Briefs cautioned. Vegeta looked up from his plate to see his son, hands in mouth. "You eat like Kakarot, not like a Saiyan Prince!" Bunny rolled her eyes and the good doctor hid once again behind his paper. Vegeta ignored them and dropped Trunks silverware in front of him, "They're called utensils, learn to use them or eat on the floor with the dogs if you're going to act like one." Trunks' temper reached his hands before his brain could tell him this was definitely a bad idea and he threw the silverware and the plate at his father. Big meanie, he thought. Then Trunks noticed exactly where the plate had landed, in his father's lap and and he was now wearing his lunch.
Vegeta let out a warning growl and Trunks stopped laughing. Bunny exclaimed, "Oh my!" and went to fetch a rag so Vegeta could clean up. "That's two meals you have interrupted, boy! There won't be a third!". Vegeta grabbed up Trunks by the back of his shirt and began walking back to the gravity simulator. "Your mother has let you away with too much. It's time I teach you about respect." Bunny looked at her husband, "Don't you think we should . . ." "No." was Dr. Briefs reply. "Do not interfere. He has taken an interest in teaching the child and he knows more than we do on the best ways to discipline his own son. He is not like you or me; and remember, he has two VERY willful parents. He will be fine." "I guess you're right, dear", Bunny replied and she began to clear the dishes.
Vegeta entered the gravity room and dropped Trunks unceremoniously on the floor. "You will learn to control yourself!" Vegeta chided. Trunks got angry and entered a fighting stance. Vegeta raised his eyebrow at his son and crouched into the same position. Trunks lunged at him and Vegeta more than easily dodged. Emotional, like his mother, Vegeta thought. Vegeta laughed at him and Trunks furrowed his brows, "Don't laugh at me," he yelled. "You dare raise your voice at me?", Vegeta asked taunting him. Trunks lunged in anger again. Vegeta dodged again but this time landed a solid SMACK on the toddler's rearend. Trunks stopped and rubbed his bottom.
"Think before you act or someone could get hurt." Mainly me, Trunks thought while glaring at his father. "Again!" his father commanded. Trunks attacked again, giving in to his Father's goading. Again Vegeta dodged and trunks got smacked. Vegeta brought a training bot to life with the push of a button. "Attack it!" he commanded. Trunks was wary, not having trained with bots. He missed the bot but got another smack on his bottom. He looked angrily at his father and his father laughed at him.
Vegeta brought out a toy truck that Trunks was playing with earlier that day and attached it to the training bot. "Your mother took your toy, told you it is time for bed. What do you do?" This was easy, mommy is not as strong as me! Trunks thought and he rushed in after the toy. He retrieved the toy and smashed the bot at the same time. Trunks looked at the smashed bot and was proud. "You got what you wanted?" Vegeta questioned his face revealing nothing. Trunks turned to him and shook his head in affirmation, still proud of his handy work. "What if that truly was your mother? You could have seriously hurt her. You must think before you act and control your temper." Vegeta plainly stated, watching his son's eyes for understanding that this lesson stuck. Trunks thought for a moment and he realized his father was right. He could have hurt his mommy and he didn't want to hurt his mommy. Trunks began to cry.
"Princes do not cry, boy!" Vegeta commanded. Trunks did his best but the tear kept falling. "If we are not careful and rush in either you could get hurt or your could unintentionally hurt others," Vegeta patted the boy on his head. "Come, we will learn how to control ourselves." Trunks looked hopefully at his father and his father smirked back at him. The boy understood, good.
Meanwhile, several hours away Bulma sat in the back of her limo reviewing blueprints for upgrading the space capsules. She hoped to be done with this seminar and make a deal to get access to new building material coming out of Youki Textiles. Myoki adjusted his rearview mirror. There was no mistake, they were being followed but now the SUV that followed them was gaining speed. Myoki turned the intercom on. "Mam, you need to secure your computer and fasten your seatbelt. The roads are icing over and I would rather be safe than sorry". Bulma nodded and put away her laptop and looked at the scenery she had been missing. The road was rather narrow and the cliff dropped off on either side to forested mountainside. Nearly there, she sighed in relief. Myoki didn't want to startle her for nothing. He was after all a trained security guard and he was driving a capsule corp limo, which meant that it was an armored vehicle with roll bars and a virtual impregnable fortress for Capsule Corp's most valued treasure, Bulma Briefs.
The next thing Bulma knew the car behind them had rammed them and her driver was fighting control of the limo and the icy roads. The Limo twisted this way and that for a moment but her driver was more than capable and increased speed. He wanted to get his cargo as far away from this drop off as possible. This ambush had to have been planned. Whoever was behind them knew their route and timeline. Precious few in the staff knew this. Someone was paid off. Myoki hit the switch to begin recording behind him, he would review the footage later to see if he could recognize somebody. He also signaled back to Capsule Corp that there is a possible situation and where they were should further help be required. Bulma was getting scared but she trusted her driver, her eyes flew open wide as the car behind her pulled a large gun from the passenger's side window. Bulma grabbed her cell phone to call for help but found no signal. The SUV rammed them again and shot out a tire. Myoki fought hard but in the end lost complete control of the limo. The limo veers off the road and as it plummets over the cliff Bulma screams "Kami, Vegeta!" before she hits her head and loses consciousness. The car rolls several times and comes to rest upside down in the snow. The roll bars held up and the cabin of the limo remained intact. Myoki, dazed and confused heard footsteps approach as he lost consciousness.
Back as Capsule Corp Dr. Briefs looked down on his control panel to see a distress call come in from his daughter's limo but before he could react he got a signal indicated the limo had crashed. He stood abruptly and trotted up the stairs determined to find Vegeta. Vegeta was still in the Gravity Room sparring with his son when her distinctly heard the woman scream his name. He became distracted, looking around in confusion when his son landed a punch on his jaw and knocked him to the ground.
Vegeta became even more confused as the gravity disengaged. "What in the hell. . ." Dr. Brief entered and Vegeta saw the look of panic in his eyes. "Where's your daughter, something's wrong". "There. . . there's been a crash," he stuttered in reply. Vegeta stood and centered himself, reaching out to sense the woman's ki. He felt nothing. He concentrated harder, still nothing. Where was she?
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