Trunks returns to the future
Vegeta was staring at the horizon, that terrible day was looming towards its end. It was all over, he felt useless. He had no reason to continue fighting. What for? A kid was the strongest warrior on the universe, he felt so old. It was going to be a long night. He gritted his teeth and shouted his anger. The noise of an engine made him turned around to see who was interrupting his moment of silence and pity.
Bulma had looked everywhere, she was beginning to lose all hope of finding him when he saw his flaming hair. She waved her hand and landed the ship nearby. She jumped out of the ship as soon as she could and she ran to his side.
-"What are you doing out here?"- She asked
-"What is it to you where I am?"- he snapped angrily-"leave me alone, I have no time for you now, nor any patience"
-"We were worried, you moron"- Bulma replied, she could see he was devastated, and obviously injured, he had dried blood all over his destroyed armour. She was there to help him but tenderness was not going to be the key to this hard man. At least not now, maybe later.
-"Leave me alone"- He repeated in a louder tone, when he saw that she was still there, behind him, standing with her arms on her hips, defiant and not scared, he almost smiled. That woman was infuriating, she was as stubborn as….he had never met anyone so stubborn, except, maybe, himself and their son-"Who is WE?"
-"What?"- Bulma wasn´t expecting that question
-"You said WE were worried. Who is WE?"- Vegeta gave in, he knew she was going to win this one.
-"Me and Trunks, of course, your family, have the concept of you having a family has finally entered into that hard cranium of yours?"- Bulma was getting impatient-"Your son apparently died today and all he was worried about was where was his father"
-"He is a weakling"- Vegeta replied-"sentiments are meaningless, he will never become a true warrior until he finds this out. That is why he was killed today"
-"Really?"- Bulma looked at him-"I heard Gohan killed Cell and as far I am aware he is a lovely kid, just like yours; so sentiments might not be a problem in battle."
Vegeta gritted his teeth again remembering his defeat in front of Gohan and how the kid had even saved his life. That was too much to tolerate.
-"Vegeta"- Bulma tried with a soothing voice-"you are bleeding; you need to rest, come home"
-"I am a warrior"- Vegeta shouted.
-"I know, we all know that, you keep repeating it"- She touched his arm-"but you need to rest now, come home with me"
-"I have no home, my planet was destroyed, my ship was destroyed, my objective in life has been destroyed, everything is dead and over for me"- Vegeta felt powerless, he had never felt like this.
-"You have a home here with me, you have fulfilled your destiny, you are a super saiyan and now you have some time to find a new objective, I am sure you will find it soon"- She continued-"Come on, it is getting cold"
Vegeta didn´t neither move nor spoke any other word. Bulma was tired of trying; besides it was getting cold and late and she was tired and she wanted to be near her sons.
-"Look, prince of all saiyans, I have learned one thing from you and that is that you never give up, so this is not the time to start giving up. Move that monkey ass of yours into the ship and stop this self-pity ritual, it is getting embarrassing. Besides, your son is leaving tomorrow and he wants to see you, and I promised him that he will see you, so move it, Vegeta, before I get angry"- Bulma said
Vegeta looked at her with a mixture of anger and admiration, and a deep desire to blast her. But he simply smirked and stood there watching her.
-"We have roasted chicken for dinner"- Bulma tried her last option, if this wasn´t working then she could just fly away and say goodbye to Vegeta.
-"You should have started with that piece of information"- He walked towards the ship-"it would have saved us the annoying part where you were trying to scare me, woman"
-"You can have extra sauce if you call me Bulma"- She winked at him while she prepared the ship
Vegeta growled and looked the other way. Bulma was so happy to have him sitting next to her in the ship that she leaned near him and gave him a little kiss on his cheek.
-"What was that for?"- Vegeta could understand passion but these sudden outbursts were utterly annoying.
They flew over West City where a huge parade was taking place on the streets, thousands of people were shouting and singing.
-"What is going on? Have all the earthlings gone crazy?"- Vegeta wondered
-"They are celebrating that they are still alive and of course they are thanking their hero"- Bulma explained.
-"Kakarot´s house is not in that direction"- Vegeta scowled envious and looked at the crowd with murderous hate.
-"You won´t believe this, all those persons think that an earthling did all the hard work, someone called Mr. Satan, they love him"- Bulma explained to him, she watched from the corner of her eye to see what was going to be his reaction and she almost lost the control of the ship when she saw him smiling.
-"Woman!"- He yelled all pale-"I think I prefer flying on my own"
-"I am sorry, I am a bit tired, that is all"- She lied-"it´s been a long day, all the time worrying about you two and all that"
-"Let´s do this the old-fashioned way"- Vegeta climbed on his seat an opened up the glass door of the ship he extended a hand to Bulma and grabbed her while he was floating.
-"You have to press this button"- Bulma explained. Vegeta pressed the button and the ship became a tiny capsule that Bulma put on his jeans.
-"This is safer than the way you fly"- Vegeta flew them home, to Capsule Corp.
-"Whatever, but my hair gets all fuzzy after flying"- She warned him.-
-"You can get a shower when I am finished"- He replied trying to ignore her body squirming under his; it was hard to concentrate on flying when she was doing that.-"can´t you keep still?"
-"Or what? Would you drop me?"- Bulma joked
-"Do not give me ideas"- Vegeta hold her closer to his chest just in case he felt really tempted
-"No mores ideas? okay, deal; but I was going to suggest we took that shower together, but if you do not want any of my ideas…"-she smiled
-"Woman!"- Vegeta growled, maybe flying home on the ship had been a good idea after all. Concentration was impossible with that woman.
Trunks wake up not knowing where he was, he glanced around and saw a room in what looked like Capsule Corp. Then he remembered he was in his father´s room. Someone, possibly his mother had left him some clothes in a chair near the bed. He blushed, he was not pleased with the idea of his mother sneaking in his room while he was sleeping, but for her he was still a small baby. The clothes were exact copies of his old garments, the ones he had brought from the future. His mother truly had thought it all. He looked at himself in the mirror, he looked like a real fighter, he felt ready for the challenge. But his stomach felt ready for breakfast.
-"Great, grandmother´s breakfast"- Trunks thought pleased, he was going to miss all this delicious food.
He ran downstairs just like he used to do when he was a careless child and found someone, who was already eating pancakes and syrup in the kitchen. It was his father, dressed in his training pants and an old shirt.
-"Father?"-Trunks asked surprised and happy to see him
-"Why are you looking at me as if I was a ghost?"- Vegeta growled and ate some more pancakes.
-"Sorry"- Trunks chose a chair in front of his father-"I wasn´t expecting you here"
-"I live here"- Vegeta said grabbing some grapes-"and your mother dragged me home last night to make sure you could say goodbye."
-"Really?"- Trunks wanted to hug his mother, but then an idea crossed his mind-"But I was sleeping in your bed, How come you didn´t wake me up?"
-"I slept somewhere else"- Vegeta smirked.
-"Where?"- Trunks asked then he realised where and blushed.
-"Do I really have to explain to you that kind of things?"- Vegeta laughed-"stop being childish and eat some more, you will need energy if you are planning to destroy the androids"
-"Sure, father"- Trunks tried to erase the idea of his parents sharing a bed while he loaded his plate with pancakes-"Can I have syrup?"
-"This is mine, get your own"- Vegeta grabbed the bottle.-"By the way, your mother is looking for you"
-"What for?"- Trunks asked
-"She had a pair of scissors in her hand"- Vegeta answered and loaded his plate with more food. He was still unable to accept the fact that his son had that un-saiyan like hair, it was purple and it grew at an alarming rate. He thanked Kami that Nappa had never met the boy, but, of course, if Nappa had dared to laugh at the boy he would have killed him for it. Not because he was proud of the brat, no, it couldn´t be that, it was because he had royal blood in his veins and nobody could laugh at that.
-"I will come back, father"- Trunks told him-"After I beat the androids, I will come back to tell you, it is been great to know you and…."
-"Do not keep your mother waiting, you do need a haircut, you look like a ballerina not a saiyan with that hair"- Vegeta stood up before his son could say another word. Huma feelings were dangerous and kind of contagious.
Later one the rest of the team came to bid farewell to the future boy, Bulma had cried in her room, while she got dressed, it was hard to admit Goku was dead, and to see her son gone in the same day. She wore a black bracelet and her mother was all dressed up in black, even baby Trunks was wearing something black in the memory of the dear lost friend.
-"Goku, wherever you are, I hope you are okay, I am sure you are"- She smiled and went outside.
Trunks was talking with Yamcha, Krillin and Goha, the people he now considered his best friends. Yamcha was offering some good advice about women to Krillin, while Gohan and Trunks were blushing all the time.
-"You are one to talk about women"- Bulma said behind Yamcha´s back-"sure you have been with lots but it is the quality not the quantity what matters"
Trunks heard a low chuckle coming from the trees, where he knew his father was standing.
-"I am really proud of you, son"- Bulma hold his hand for a minute before going back with her parents.-"Be careful"
-"Thanks, mom"-Trunks smiled at her. He looked at the others and then he glanced towards his father. Vegeta looked at him and moved his right hand to make a small gesture to say goodbye and good luck to his only son. Trunks face was beaming.
-"Dad"-he said before getting in the time machine.
One by one the others left Capsule Corp. and Bulma stayed a little longer in the garden with her baby in her arms.
-"You are going to be a brave fighter and a time traveller"- she told the baby who was falling asleep on her shoulder.
-"The brat needs to sleep"- Vegeta said, he was leaning against the same tree, as if he had not moved from there all afternoon.
-"He is going to make it? You think he will defeat them?"- Bulma asked
-"Sure"- Vegeta was asking himself the same question-"after all he is my son"
-"So he is cocky and arrogant"- Bulma teased him
-"And strong and fearless"- vegeta added while they watched the sunset.