The door opened and in strolled Trunks. He had just got back from a meeting.
"Hey mother," he sat his suitcase down on the table, and took a seat across from Vegeta.
"What's got you so angry dad?"
Vegeta gave a low growl.
"Whoa," Trunks sat back in his seat, "What's wrong?"
Vegeta crossed his arms and Bulma began to rub his shoulders, hoping to calm him down…he was starting to get tense again.
"None of your concern boy," he said in a flat tone.
"Whatever," Trunks said wistfully. He was used to his dad acting like this, "Say, have you guys seen Scatter? I ne…"
Vegeta jumped up from the table at the mere mention of Scatter's name, stopping Trunks in mid sentence.
"Vegeta," Bulma said firmly, "Calm down!"
"Listen to me boy," he said in a dangerous voice, "I don't want you to EVER speak to him again, or even mention his name in the presence of this family!"
Trunks' looked shocked and furrowed his brow, "What! Why?"
Bulma took in a deep breath.
Here we go again.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT SACK OF LOW CLASS SCUM DID?"
Trunks' eyes grew wide.
"Dad…what…" he had no idea what to say.
Gods…it's been a while since I've saw him like this…
"THAT SCUM…"
Bulma slapped him in the back of the head
"Calm down!"
"FINE!"
He turned back to Trunks, "That scum that you call your friendslept with your little sister." He said in a deadly tone.
Now it was Trunks' turn to look angry, "WHAT?"
Bulma's breathing had gotten very unsteady.
Happy place…happy place…happy place…
"Dad how dare you accuse Scatter of this! He thinks of her as a sister!" Trunks was yelling in a very authoritive voice.
"DO NOT RAISE YOUR VOICE TO ME BOY!"
"Vegeta please," Bulma said in between deep calming breaths.
He ignored her.
"FURTHERMORE, HOW DARE YOU TAKE HIS SIDE?"
Trunks was fuming with anger.
How could dad accuse Scatter of something like this.
"If you haven't got solid proof, then ju…"
Vegeta raised his ki and Trunks ended his argument. Trunks scowled at his father.
"I'm sorry mom, but I'm not staying for dinner," he picked up his suitcase and walked to the door.
"Why don't you go talk to your sister…see if it's not true," Vegeta said in an icy tone, "or go look in her room. I think you'll find his clothing and not to mention a huge hole in her wall."
Trunks turned back to his father, "I refuse to believe this."
Bulma took in a deep breath. As much as it pained her she spoke.
"It's true Trunks…your father isn't lying to you…" her voice trailed off.
Trunks' face fell. He knew his mother wouldn't lie. He looked at his father.
How could Scatter do this? What was he thinking?
He saw how angry his father was…it only made him just as angry.
I'll kill him…
He threw down his suitcase and walked outside. At first Bulma didn't realize what he was doing, until he levitated in the air.
"Trunks? What are you doing?" She asked nervously.
An evil smirk suddenly came across Vegeta's face.
"Trunks?" She saw that her son's fists were shaking and his hair was golden.
"If I'm not back before dinner…leave mine in the microwave."
"Trunks sweetie…don't do this..." She choked out.
"Trunks," Vegeta said firmly.
For a moment Bulma thought he was going to stop him…she was sadly mistaken.
"Make him suffer," the evil smirk made its way back to the prince's lips.
Trunks flew toward Scatter's house, full of brotherly rage.
I'll rip him into so many pieces…they will need tweezers to pick him up!
His face was full of rage. He had murder in his eyes.
She's like his sister for Kami's sake! How could he do this? HOW DAREHE DO THIS! SHE'S MY BABY SISTER! I'LL KILL HIM!
He dropped down in front of the house. He could hear Chichi yelling something…
Coward…I bet he told his Chichi a sack of lies about this whole thing!
He walked toward the door and rang the door bell. A wicked grin came to his handsome face.