2: Hi dad, hi mom
"So, the brat has finally decided to grace us with his presence again." The words were spoken with a sneering tone and it served to make Trunks' anger at everything flare up immediately. He merely glanced at his father sitting on his bed with his arms crossed and an angry look on his face and then decided to pointedly ignore him while he started putting away his homework.
"Face me when I speak to you!" He heard the growl in his father's voice and knew the man meant business, but he had no desire to give in to his wishes right now. The prince always expected everybody to jump at his command, which was often the reason for the fights between his parents in the first place. Trunks was feeling more and more rebellious lately but usually did not dare disobey. He knew the consequences.
Tonight was different somehow. He was angry, but also strangely calm. Was that what it was like when you were a adult? Continuing to ignore his father, he calmly started packing the books he would need for school tomorrow in his backpack, keeping his back to Vegeta.
"Are you challenging me, brat?" He could feel his father's agitation fill the room to a density that nearly choked him.
"My name is Trunks." He answered shortly, still not bothering to turn around. He could feel his father's ki fall drastically and he let his own fall along with it, keeping it just under that of his father. He knew the drill, his father was pressing his dominance on him to make sure he still accepted it.
The moment his ki would shoot above that of his father was the moment the situation would escalate. He'd learned that lesson at a young age. His father was the one in charge, so however he kept his ki, when you were in his presence, you kept your ki below his. Normally adjusting his ki became naturally to him, but Trunks had to focus this evening to keep it low.
"I'll name you whatever I want, brat." The last word was spoken with disgusting emphasis. It made Trunks want to vomit. "I demand an explanation for you running off like that right now and it'd better be a satisfying one!"
Trunks turned around to face his father now. "What do you care?" He answered quietly, still holding on to that strange calm that was over him. He was as tall as his father was if you did not count the hair standing up straight and he was not finished growing yet. He was young and full of strength while his father was in his late fourties and slowly getting old. Trunks had noticed his father didn't advance as quickly in his training anymore as he used to. "I know my conception was the biggest mistake you ever made. You never wanted me. You've told me that often enough."
His father hissed dangerously. 'You're only making it worse for yourself, boy. Answer my-"
"You never notice my comings and goings," Trunks continued, anger slowly siphoning through the calm. "You never know when I have something going on, you damn well need no explanation this time. If only you were half the father Goku is-" He knew it was the wrong thing to say even before he said it and he knew the punch would come. He'd been waiting for it. Within an instant his ki had flared up to well above his father's and he stopped the fist before it could hit him in the gut. "Don't you dare." He growled.
He'd never reacted like that before and the second it took his father to figure out what was happening was enough for Trunks to push the fist away. He wanted to hit back, but kept himself from doing so. He would not lower himself to this man's level. Instead he straightened up and spoke.
"You try hitting me once more and I'll call child protection services." He threatened. Vegeta's eyes narrowed dangerously and he opened his mouth to speak, but Trunks continued on in a louder voice, anger dangerously clear now. "They'll take me away, you know! They'll do it and they'll take Bra as well and then we'll never have to listen to your detestable demands again!"
"Is that what you want, brat?" Vegeta replied angrily. "Well, if you want to get away from me so badly, then why in the hell did you bring your ass back here tonight? You should have just stayed out there with the rest of the filth!"
Filth. Another thing his father liked to call him whenever he failed to do something his father told him to do. filth. Or lowlife, though he usually reserved that term for Goku or Goten.
He was about to say something in return when the door opened and his mother interrupted. "Trunks, where have you- You're hurt!"
He'd already forgotten about the scratch from that woman's blade. Such a minor injury barely registered in the first place. "I'm fine." He answered, lowering his ki to a level less dangerous to his mother. It made his father relax a little as well. "Now leave me alone, both of you! This is my room."
"We'll leave you alone in our house when we're done with you, Trunks!" His mother spoke at the same time his father bellowed.
"I'm your father and you'll not tell me what to do!"
Next door, Bra started wailing again.
He had to get out of here!
His window was still open and his father had moved away from it. He'd forgotten his wallet the previous time, but he would not make the same mistake twice! It was in his school bag, which he grabbed before heading for the window.
"Oh no you don't!" His mother caught on to his intentions quickly. "If you leave this house right now, you don't even have to think about coming back here, young man!"
Ignoring his mother's words, he slung the bag over his shoulder and flew off.
"No! You go after him and get him back here, Vegeta!" He heard his mother tell his father.
"No." His father answered annoyed. "The brat can stay away for the rest of his pathetic life for all I care."
His mother was not pleased with that answer, but Trunks was too far away to make out her words. In any case he wasn't listening anymore. He was just focussing on getting the hell away from them.
-princess