Here's the next chapter. I'm going to start trying to make my chapters longer but that means it may be longer before posting my next chapter.
Thanks to those who are reading and reviewing. You are my inspiration...thank you for keeping me going! I hope you like how this chapter ends. So ends this dilema...and thus next chapter means a new issue to begin ^_^ Thank you again for reading, I truely appreciate it.
Trunks walked into his room and everything had been changed. The room was painted a light blue color and all of his furniture was missing. In the corner where his table with his inventions sat was now a crib with green and blue bedding. He walked up to the crib but it was empty. He turned and looked around the rest of the room. All of his toys and training equipment were gone. He was so confused. Maybe he walked into the wrong room by accident. He did still feel a little out of it.
He rubbed his head and walked out of the room looking down the hallway. He counted the doors down to his. It was this room that was supposed to be his. None of it was here. He looked back in the room, it was full of baby stuff. A changing table and a dresser up where his huge television used to be and there was a playpen in the area of his old bed.
He ran down to his parent's room in a panic. He wanted his stuff back. He wanted his room. There are so many rooms in the house, why would they put the baby stuff in his room. He was only gone for one day, all he could remember was being over at Goku's house and then hearing his father say "You are going to kill yourself if you don't stop! Your mother and I don't want that to happen!"
'What had happened that I was going to die?' Trunks wondered as he stopped in front of the door to his parent's room. Breathing deeply he knocked on their door. At first he thought there wasn't anyone there but then the door opened.
"Oh it's you Trunks. What do you want?" Bulma asked.
Trunks was blown away, his mother never talked to him like that. Not even if she was busy, she always found time for him. "Well I was just wondering where all my stuff is? My room has baby things in it now."
"You father threw it all away. We thought that room would be better for the new baby." Bulma replied and closed the door on Trunks.
He blinked several times not knowing what to say or even do. So he knocked on the door again. This time it was Vegeta who opened the door. "What do you want brat?"
"Father what is going on? Mother said that you threw all my things away. Is that true?" Trunks asked desperately
"Oh course it's true. Why do we need to bother with you and your worthless things now that the new baby is here? He is much stronger than you and he's just a baby. It only made sense to go with the better child. We have no use for you." Vegeta announced and closed the door.
Trunks fell to his knees. He could hear his mother and father talking to the baby in the room. What had he done to make his parents hate him? He started to cry, as the tears fell down his face his body started shaking. "It's not fair….not fair. I love you mom, dad. I love you. It's not fair!" Trunks screamed towards the door and rivers fell down his cheek.
Bulma and Vegeta were sitting on the coffee table staring at their son. It had been two days since the incident and he was still out. Not once had he awoken or even moved. That was until now. He was thrashing back and forth on the couch and he was starting to cry.
"Vegeta shouldn't we wake him? I'm starting to get extremely worried." Bulma asked as she leaned towards her son.
"No, he has to work through this himself." Vegeta answered softly as he looked upon his son. "He put himself into this state and now he has to get himself out."
Trunks cried in his sleep. The tears poured down his cheeks and the pillow his head was resting on slowly became soaked.
"There has to be something we can do." Bulma said as she wiped her own tears away. She moved to the floor just next to Trunks' head. She used one of her tissues and wiped some of his tears off of his face.
"No Bulma. Just leave him be." Vegeta could feel his ki fluctuate greatly as he started to cry more and more.
"Not…fair…didn't do…Love…mom…dad…hate." Trunks started to mumble in his sleep making even Vegeta jump. After another second Trunks flew straight off the couch and through the ceiling. Vegeta flew after him, worried that Trunks might hurt himself. Then about as instantly as he took off he stopped and his body went limp. Vegeta caught his son and descended back down to the living room where Bulma was staring through the holes.
She couldn't take much more of this. If it wasn't one that was hurt, it was the other. Her men were going to kill her one day just from the stress and who knows the new child would probably do the same thing. She had started bawling when Vegeta came back in holding Trunks, who was still out. She ran up to both and gave them a gigantic hug.
"You guys have to stop doing this to me….I love you two so much." She cried as she kissed both of them on the forehead.
"Stop it Bulma." Vegeta ordered. "Pull out the bed on the other couch. I can't lay him on this one now."
Bulma ran over to the other couch and pulled the bed out of it. Vegeta walked over and laid his son down and remained sitting on the side of the bed next to him. Trunks again started to mumble while tears poured from his eyes. "Goodbye parents…hint…unwanted…failure…sorry." Then he went silent and his body went completely limp.
"Vegeta, please, we have to wake him up! I can't let this go on any longer." Bulma cried grabbing hold of Vegeta's hand. "Please Vegeta."
"We can't. He probably wouldn't wake up even if we tried. He has to get through this himself. Why do I have to keep repeating myself to you?"
Bulma could tell that Trunks had fallen back into a deep sleep, she could tell by the way he was breathing. Since they didn't have much else to talk about, Bulma decided to pick up the book she had been reading and Vegeta went back to watching his son in silence.
Several hours later, Bulma had fallen asleep on the couch next to her son and Vegeta had fallen asleep sitting upright on the edge of the table. The room was dark save for the one lamp next to the couch that was on next to Bulma. Trunks slowly opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. He was severely confused by what he saw. Both of his parents were sitting in the room with him and he was covered with a blanket.
When he had gone to sleep he was staying at Goten's house because his parents didn't want him anymore because the new baby had been born. They didn't need him around because the new child was stronger than he was when born. So why was he laying on the couch? Why was he back at his home? And where was the new baby?
He sat up and looked over at his mother who looked like she had been crying since her eyes were all puffy. Then he looked over at his father, the man who he trusted and honored so much, yet hated at the same time because he would never live up to his standards. Vegeta's face was scrunched in a worried look. Trunks wasn't sure which one he should wake up first so he tried to wake them by coughing but that didn't work. He figured it would be safe to leave and check his room.
He walked slowly to his door while his mind was going crazy. There was no way he should be back in this house. He told himself he would never come back. Apparently his parents didn't need him around and he was fine with that, but why was he back home. Grabbing the doorknob, Trunks took a deep breath and stepped into his room. It was dark and it was extremely hard to see anything so he searched the wall for his light switch, waiting for all the baby furniture to appear. To his surprise, his room was the way it was after the explosion happened.
Trunks approached the table where he had been working on his gift for his mother. He looked down at the pieces that lay there in a mess and picked a few up. 'I am so confused as to what has happened. I was so angry at my father for pushing me so much, then they tell me that the child is better than me and that I'm not needed anymore.' Yet here was all his items.
He ran back down the stairs, he wanted to ask what had been going on. By time he had gotten back to the living room, Vegeta had woken up and was waiting for him to return to the room. Trunks was surprised when Vegeta stood up when he entered. "Dad, hi. Um, I was wondering if I could ask you what happened?"
"Let's go to the kitchen, I'm not waking your mother right now. I don't feel like having her blubber all over the place because you finally woke up." Vegeta said as he approached Trunks and put his hands on his shoulders and led him out of the living room. Vegeta turned around for a moment though and turned the light off so Bulma could sleep. After three days of no sleep and not eating, he wanted her to sleep. She was only going to weep when she saw Trunks and it would be another two days before she'd sleep or eat.
"Father what do you mean by saying that I finally woke up?" Trunks said as he sat down at the kitchen table.
Vegeta turned dim lights on and joined Trunks at the table. "You've been out for two and a half days. Do you recall anything after you went to Kakorot's house?"
Trunks looked down at his hands. "No."
Vegeta rolled his eyes, great all he wanted to do was explain everything that happened to his son. He decided that there would be a better to ask Trunks a few questions before letting him hear about his outburst. "Well what was the last thing that you remember?"
"I went over to Goten's house and they were eating lunch. After that, Goten and I went to our hideout. Then when I came home, you and mom had changed my room for the baby. But I saw my room and it was the same as earlier this morning when I blew up my present. Then you and mom told me that you didn't need me anymore because the baby was stronger and better than me. So I left, I went back over to Goten's house. I went to bed on Goten's floor but I woke up here. Dad, I'm really confused."
"You obviously don't recall three days ago clearly then. Your mother still carries the child, and will for about six more months. Secondly, we wouldn't send you away. If you were weak when you were born, that's when I would have abandoned you." Vegeta said with sarcasm.
Trunks looked up at his father quickly and caught a slight smirk on his face. "Have I really been out for a couple days? Why what happened?"
"To put it simply, you have hormones like your mother."
"Dad…seriously." Trunks said with a laugh.
"Well you acted out like a child. You let your rage get the better of you and it took your friend Gohan and I to calm you down. You nearly killed yourself because of your anger. Do you remember saying anything to Gohan or to me?"
Trunks looked down and thought very carefully about what had happened after he and Goten had gone to their cave. He remember things in little flashes. First he was throwing rocks, then Gohan and Goku were there, then it was just Gohan talking to him. He hit Gohan several times and then his father showed up. After he remembered that his father showed up, his memory disappeared.
He tried desperately to remember things that happened after his father arrived but he couldn't. He started to get bits and pieces of what him and Gohan were saying and when the one phrase crossed his mind, his eyes went huge and he snapped his head up to look at Vegeta.
"Did you remember what you said to me?" Vegeta asked.
Trunks shook his head slowly, "No, but I can guess from what I remember saying to Gohan. I'm sorry Dad."
"Why? If you feel that way, oh well." Vegeta shrugged.
"Do you think I'm weak?" Trunks asked, looking for Vegeta's cruel honest.
"You have great power my son. We saw that years ago when you and Goten went up against Buu. You have gotten soft over the years but not weak." Vegeta stated while looking at the table. He hated any kind of talk, whether with his wife or his son or anyone else at that matter. "We do not, I do not think any less of you for any reason and as I told you years ago, I am proud of you Trunks."
Trunks blushed and smiled before he hid his emotions and asked, "Really? Lately you've been pushing me so much and making it sound like you aren't impressed with who I am anymore. I thought maybe you were upset that I'm showing interest in the same things as mom."
"There's your problem Trunks," Vegeta started and looked up at Trunks, "you thought something. Never assume or think for me. It took your mother long enough to figure that out and you might want to figure that out too."
Trunks laughed at this, "You are too funny."
"I didn't say anything meant to be humorous. I just want to make sure you are not going to do that again."
"I don't really know what I did, all I know is I was mad, and upset about the…" Trunks stopped talking immediately.
"Baby?" Vegeta finished.
"How do you know?"
"You forget that anything that happens around Kakorot's family gets reported back to me. Gohan stopped by Wednesday and yesterday to make sure you were okay. He blabbed everything said and done to your mother and her mouth rambled it to me." Vegeta said as he raised an eyebrow to Trunks.
"I didn't mean to cause any problems, I…"
Vegeta held up his hand. "Stop. Why don't you go wake your mother up so she can squeal about how worried she was and how happy she is that you are okay. Honestly if she was more worried about the new child and didn't care about you, she would not give off the performance she is about to give."
Trunks pushed himself away from the table and stopped as he stood up, "Thanks Dad, you really are the coolest. I love you." And with that he turned to walk out of the room.
Vegeta sighed, stood up quickly from the table and grabbed Trunks' arm. Taking another deep breath he murmured, "I love you too Trunks."
Trunks smiled from ear to ear hearing that from his father. Vegeta let go of his arm and he walked into the room and attempted to wake his mother with gentle rocking. All she did was start to mumble in her sleep words Trunks hadn't heard before. Vegeta appeared in the room instantly and clapped his hands loudly and startled Bulma awake. She blushed for a split second when she woke and saw Vegeta glaring at her from behind Trunks' head. Then she realized that Trunks was standing there with a quizzical look.
Bulma leapt out of the bed and onto Trunks, who caught her with ease. He was bracing himself from the moment she opened her eyes. She instantly started crying and saying she was so happy that he was okay. While Trunks tried to calm his mother down, Vegeta walked outside to try to escape the horrible high pitch words his wife was squealing at Trunks. 'Thanks dad,' was the only thing Trunks could think of as he felt his father's ki leave the house.
Outside, Vegeta walked out to the bench he and Bulma had been sitting on the other day, out by the pond. He thought back to when Bulma had informed him that she was pregnant with Trunks. It really wasn't what he expected to happen, yet he was fooling around with Bulma. He was attracted to her but he never planned for anything to go any further. No one really knew about their relationship save for her parents. Well Yamcha also found out because he came over one time to try and win her back and found Vegeta and Bulma doing a little more than making out. To Vegeta's relief this made Yamcha stop coming around once and for all unless invited.
When Trunks was born, he was more worried about training for the androids appearance so he wasn't around as often as he knew he should have been. If he hadn't trained, he wouldn't get to spend any time with his son anyways. He felt justified in his decisions. It took a while for him to get used to having a child though and he wasn't the most nurturing parent but he had his mom for that. She was relentless with that. While an infant, she hardly even put him down so why did he have to cuddle him.
Life after that passed on and he was finally able to train Trunks for short amounts of time a day. Then his son started wanting to train with his father, it meant that for prolonged periods of the day, Vegeta had to train in a lower level gravity than usual but he didn't mind because it helped his son. The pride surged inside of Vegeta to see his son wanted to train and was getting stronger. The day that Trunks had gone super saiyan in the gravity room was one of the biggest shocks of his life. With how hard, Goku, Gohan and himself struggled to achieve Super Saiyan he figured his son would be well into his teens before going super since the Earth was peaceful, yet somehow Trunks and Goten had managed it long before even Gohan and excelled.
After Buu, he grew to love his family more than he had before. He would do anything to keep them safe and he wouldn't change his life now. He missed his past but going back wasn't an option anymore. He let go of that when he joined the Z-fighters, even if he hadn't meant to be for that long at all.
He looked back at the house he now called home, and saw his bedroom light turn on. Bulma's silhouette showed through the curtains as she walked through the room. As she lifted his clothing, that she had been wearing for two days straight, he could tell that her "baby bump" was starting to show. He was captivated by every move she was making. She stopped at one moment, and he could tell she was looking at the curtains leading to their balcony, he watched her move closer to the window and she showed her face. Opening the sliding door she walked out onto the balcony, wearing her silk, knee-length, purple nighty, she leaned over the edge and yelled. "Hey Vegeta, come in! Trunks went to bed and I'm ready to lay in my bed with my handsome prince!"
Vegeta smirked and rose up in the air towards his balcony. "You know I'm not coming in because you said so, I'm only coming in because I need to claim my side of the bed before you fall asleep."
"Whatever you say" Bulma retorted while waving her hand and she walked back in to bed, sprawling herself in the middle of the bed causing a bit of a wrestle when Vegeta got in the room.