A/N: This weeks has been a bit hectic for me, but now I bring you ch 5:D
I do not own DBZ, characters, etc... I do own the universe though, lol!!!
Mirai Trunks watched his father training from a distance. He wanted so much to tell him that he was his son, but he knew he couldn't.
"Father..." he murmured, staring at the G.R. Several hours later, Vegeta emerged from the G.R, sweating profusely, and a towel draped around his shoulder. Trunks snored slightly, and gazed at his father. He was finally out, he thought.
He yawned, and stretched his arms, and rested against the tree again. He jumped up in surprise when he saw his father staring intensely at him.
"Well, if it isn't the super saiyan brat." Vegeta hissed.
"Oh... sorry sir, I was... taking a nap." Trunks said, sitting up straight.
"There is no time for napping if we're going to fight those androids." Vegeta murmured, crossing his arms over his chest in concern.
"Yeah... I'm sorry fath-- err sir." Trunks croaked nervously.
He arched an eyebrow at the purple haired boy. "Where are your parents, brat?"
"My... p-parents? Oh... my mom's at home right now... probably cleaning the house or something."
"What about your father?" Vegeta asserted.
"Oh, my father? He... he died a long time ago." Trunks said, hoping the pain wouldn't be noticeable in his features. Vegeta arched an eyebrow at this. "Is that so?"
"Yeah... I've never really met him. He left when I was only a baby."
"Hmm."
"But I had my mother with me. We were happy together."
Trunks stiffened when Vegeta took a seat next to him. What was he up to, he thought. Why was he acting so strange all of a sudden?
"In your time... did I die?"
Trunks gave his father a quizzical look. "Excuse me?"
"Just answer the question." Vegeta said calmly.
"Well... yeah... you did." Trunks aswered obviously.
"By whom?" Vegeta asked, showing no signs of fear, or surprise.
"One of the androids killed you." Trunks murmured darkly.
"Really? I guess I'll just have to train harder don't I??" Vegeta smirked, standing up. "I'll train harder, and I'll beat those blasted machines into the netherworlds on my own!!!" He growled furiously heading towards the G.R.
"FATHER NO!!!!"
Vegeta froze, stopping just inches from the G.R. Trunks clapped his hand over his mouth, mentally cursing at himself for his stupidity. What happened to his self restraint? Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut!!???
"Brat?" Vegeta grunted, closing in on Trunks. "What did you just say??"
"I said nothing... I think I hear Bulma calling me--" Trunks thought he took the lame excuse, and he was breaking into a sprint, but was held back by a strong hand. Trunks just lowered his head in shame.
"You called me father." Vegeta said dubiously.
Trunks chuckled nervously, prying his arm from his grip. "Sorry about that... slip of the tongue."
"It does make sense... you're a super saiyan... are you really--"
"Sorry, gotta go!! Bulma's calling me!!"
Trunks left before Vegeta said another word.
Trunks watched the younger version of his mother pour tea into his cup. She smiled at him as she sat next to him, staring at him for a long time. All this attention was making him burn with embarrassment.
"So Trunks... do you have a girlfriend??"
He blushed. "No. I uh... haven't had time for that." I'm too busy fighting with the androids... besides, the whole population was destroyed...
"Oh. Are you hungry? I could make you something to eat."
"No thanks, I'm alright." He said, taking a sip from his tea. "Umm... Bulma?" he winced. He felt awkward, calling her by her name.
"What is it?"
"You... you are with Vegeta... are you not?"
Bulma blushed crimson red. "Y-yes. Why? What is it?"
"O-okay... Nothings wrong, I just... I just wanted to know, that's all." He murmured, picking up his tea to take another sip.
"Okay."
There was a long silence after that, and both winced inwardly when they saw Vegeta walk into the kitchen. He was staring at Trunks. "We need to talk."
Trunks blushed faintly, and Bulma stared at the two, wondering what was going on. "Is there... something wrong?"
"Yes. I need to be alone with the brat."
Trunks shook his head. "N-no... I'm busy... talking to Bulma."
"Trunks, what's the matter?" Bulma asked him, placing her hand over his. Trunks gulped, and got up from his seat.
"Thanks for tea... I better head off now... and... train for a while." He glanced at his father, who stared back at him. "We only have three years before the androids arrive, I... better get a move on."
"Just a minute, brat. You're not leaving until you've answered my questions!!" Vegeta snapped.
Trunks frowned, mirroring his father's features. Bulma stared at him, and noticed the resemblance between the two. He was of coarse, a Saiyan... were they related??
"I'm afraid I don't have time... to answer your questions at the moment. Maybe some other time, I guess." He winked, and got out through the back door. Vegeta just stared at him, and returned his gaze to Bulma. He smirked.
"Vegeta?"
He went to Bulma's side, and pulled her in for a kiss. Bulma's protest was muffled against his lips, and she pounded her tiny fists on his chest.
"What... what was that for??" Bulma panted, frowning suspiciously when he nuzzled her nose.
"There is work to be done," he said, scooping her up in his arms, and climbed up the stairs to her bedroom.
"What work?"
"You'll see..."
Trunks flew overhead the clouds, glad that he was out there, and not back inside Capsule Corp. Vegeta had figured him out, and it was all his blasted fault for opening his mouth!!
Perhaps he had forgotten already, Trunks thought to himself. It was already nearing midnight... he was positive that he had already forgotten about the incident...
"He knows... he knows I'm his son, but I... I'm not ready to talk to him just yet. It'll be too weird!!!"
"Running away??"
"Gah!!!" He shouted as he nearly crashed into his father. He stopped, only a couple of inches from him, and Vegeta smirked at the surprised look in his face. It was priceless.
"I'm... I'm not running away!!!" Trunks spat, backing away from him.
"Then what exactly are you doing??"
Trunks thought for a moment, the two levitating about three hundred feet into the air. "I said I was training. What, you don't trust me?"
"No."
This was a great put downer for Trunks.
"I don't trust anyone. And besides, how am I going to believe your little hoax??"
Trunks cocked his head. "Hoax?"
"Yes, hoax. I absolutely don't believe a single word of your story. About you coming from the future, and these... blasted androids... I don't believe you."
Trunks cringed at his father's words. He knew this was coming sooner or later. "Believe what you believe, Vegeta. I really don't care."
"And how do I know you are not the enemy?? You could be the one plotting this--"
"I'm not the one plotting this!! I'm not the enemy!!!" Trunks shouted, powering up to Super Saiyan. Why can't you trust me?? I came here to rescue this world from obliteration. I came here... to..." Trunks paused, and turned his back to Vegeta.
"Came here for what, brat??"
I came here... to save your life... and to finally meet you in person. Trunks powered down, his fists trembling at his sides. "You wouldn't care less anyway. I... can't tell you..."
"I know." Vegeta spoke after a long silence. Trunks felt his eyes widen in shock at the two words. What did he mean by them? Did he, or did he not know that he was his son?
"You know?" Trunks croaked.
Vegeta smirked. "You're an idiot, you know that?? Just like your mother."
Trunks felt his whole body tremble. Oh kami... he does know!! What should I do?? What should I say?? ughh... if only mom told me more about him. I remember she said he was always out training. And that ridiculous story about him eating his boogies. Mother... what should I do??
"Right." he said, clearing his throat. "Um... so... how's training?" Trunks asked lamely.
"I don't talk about my training to no one." Vegeta said sternly.
"Oh... okay. I... I heard you ate your boogies." Trunks clamped his hand over his mouth, blushing profusely. He wasn't supposed to say that. Now he was in deep trouble!!!
"I--what??" Vegeta spat.
"No, nothing. So... I also heard you pooped in your pants." Again, he put his hand over his mouth, hoping he could hold in his laughter. Goku had told him that on the day he killed Frieza, when he gave him the heart medicine. He couldn't stop laughing, he had to avoid being around his father for a while because just seeing him made him die in laughter.
"I did... you... who told you that??? I demand an answer!!" Vegeta spat, a vein appearing on his forehead.
Trunks gasped for air. "No one... told me, I just ... I found out."
"Liar!! Kakkarot told you!! He was the only one with me... unless he told his brat, and he passed the information around... I'll get you for this Kakkarot!!!"
Trunks eyes watered as he broke down in laughter. He stopped immediately when he saw the angry look in his face. "Sorry, father." he said timidly. "I... we should be heading back."
Vegeta frowned, and smacked him upside the head. There was a bump, the size of a golf ball, throbbing on his head. A tear leaked out of the corner of his eye. "That wasn't necessary, father!!!"
"It was. That's what you get for laughing!! Now, where is Kakkarot?? I have to teach him a lesson."
"Okay. I'll go back..."
"Don't mention this too anyone..."
Trunks frowned at Vegeta. "Huh?"
"Not even to your mother. But now... I have a score to settle with Kakkarot. This time, I'll make sure he learns to keep his mouth closed." Vegeta hissed, pounding his fist into his opened palm. Trunks just stared at his father like he was some sort of psychopath. "Okay... sure father, I'll... see you later then."
Find out what happens next on The Life Of The Z Warriors Uncut!
A/N: I know this ch wasn't as funny as most of my previous chpts, but next ch will be even more funnier... thnx for reading, and please R&R:D