The hyperbolic time chamber

Time lapse….the androids were released, Cell appeared and well, you know the rest, Vegeta and Trunks are training in the hyperbolic chamber, and……

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Times flies when you are having fun, Bulma had been working hard in her la preparing stuff for the battle and enjoying every minute of it. She was finishing the copies of the saiyan armours for the people she cared most for in the world. A big, slender one for Goku, a tiny one for Vegeta, no, wait that was Gohan´s, the one next to that was a nice, armour for Vegeta, a perfect fit for his body…she had to concentrate, focus Bulma, focus on anything but his body. And then there was the most interesting armour of all, the one she had made for her son. She had talked to him, made some jokes about her physical appearance in the future but he still seemed so shy around her, so silent, he reminded her of his father. Both were so much alike in certain details. It was okay, she loved his father so it was more than okay. She wanted to know this Trunks a little bit better but he seemed to be more interested in fighting and knowing his dad.

-"You are going to love your armour"- Bulma told Baby Trunks, who was trying to touch his father´s-"of course, you are already obsessed with him, aren´t you? Well, I can understand the feeling. Come on let´s get this ready and we can go to see daddy"

Vegeta was tired, it had been almost a year now, the door will open soon, he was really tired, he was thankful nobody was there to witness his weak state. There was time to have a nap before going out and showing Kakarot who was stronger, in fact, who was the strongest.

Vegeta stood up and realised that there was "nobody" around. Where was that blasted boy? Everyday he had tried to hide from the boy, he wanted to train alone and to make him get used to be by himself. He had been trained by Kakarot´s brat and had gotten the wrong idea, he thought training was something you had to do with others, sharing feeling and whatnot. That was not the way he learned to train. He had always done it all alone, and that way, his victories were only his. Trunks better learn that quickly. But the boy kept following him around, angry and scowling but he was always there, a presence in the background. Vegeta pretended to ignore him. He was not going to teach him but the boy could watch, that way he will learn too.

But today there was no trace of the boy, he wondered what technique he must be hiding. It could be interesting to see, but he preferred to wear that stupid pink shirt again that to let him have a victory there. Trunks would be pleased to see how his father was looking at his training. No that was not happening.

He walked towards the house, he was so tired, he really needed a nap, a couple of hours to relax his muscles and maybe even have a nice little dream like the one he had last night, where he was all alone in the hyperbolic chamber with a certain woman. As he walked he noticed something was lying on the stairs, he saw it was Trunks. He seemed to be injured. He approached him but relieved he saw that he was okay, just too tired to make it to the bed.

-"What a disgrace for saiyans, falling asleep in the floor"-Vegeta said-"If I have done the same at your age I would be dead already, you cannot be so careless boy, I wonder how you managed to survive that future of yours like this, guess it was your mother who kept you alive, she is capable of that, but no son of mine can be so useless."

Trunks noticed how someone was trying to carry him inside and fought it. He punched but was unable to open his eyes, he was exhausted. He had gone to limits to prove himself in front of his father.

-"Damn boy!"- Vegeta avoided being punched in the face by mere millimetres; he growled in frustration-"You could lend me a hand here, you know? Your mother will kill me if anything happens to you"

Vegeta carried his son over his shoulder and went inside, it was dimly lighted and he soon found their beds. Vegeta´s bed was a total mess, he had broken it while he was sleeping, but it was still functional. Trunks bed was neatly made and in perfect conditions. Vegeta shook his head, this son of his had spent too much time with his mother.

-"You have done well"- Vegeta laid Trunks on the bed-"you have done well, son"

After that he went to his own bed and closed the eyes. The year was over and he felt ready to kick some synthetic ass.

The door opened and the Z warriors went to see what was going on. The first one to emerge from it was Trunks, a little taller, with shoulder-length hair and a smile in his face.

-"Trunks, it is good to have you back, things have just gone worse since you have been gone"- Goku welcomed him

-"You have changed"- Gohan said

-"You have no idea"- Vegeta thought while he closed the door behind him.

Trunks blushed, he was proud of his training. Then he started to explain the other warriors why it took them so long, why they didn´t return earlier but his father interrupted it.

-"Our training is not to be discussed, ever!"- Vegeta couldn´t understand the boy, why was he so eager to tell his secrets to the others? Hadn´t he learned anything from him?

-"Well, you will have to wait and see it yourselves"- Trunks said, ashamed of his father bluntness.

Goku could understand Vegeta better than Trunks and smiled. Vegeta wanted to fight Cell on his own, even when the others explained to him that Cell was much stronger now, Trunks couldn´t believe the arrogance of his father when even Piccolo tried to explain him that defeating Cell was not as easy as he might thought. The discussion was pointless, Vegeta had made up his mind and was as stubborn as anyone could be. The sound of an engine stopped their arguments. Someone was coming.

-"It´s Bulma!"- Said Gohan

"Blasted woman, why is she always where she shouldn´t be? I thought she learned the lesson back when her plane exploded…she is crazy, just like her folks, I just hope this time she has not come with the child."- Vegeta was annoyed but he felt a certain happiness, during that hard year of training his mind had remember the good old days training at Capsule Corp and her bickering and her scent. He stayed behind, so he could look at her but not necessarily talk if he decided he didn´t want to.

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I had to move fast forward a bit or I will be here, writing this fic all my life...hope it is not confusing and that you like it...I love the reviews, thanks