The Past Returns
Vegeta felt the blood drip down his back. He wanted to yell out in pain, but he didn't. He remained stonic. He refused to show Iceia and her goons, that he was in pain. He closed his eyes and focused on the most calming thing in his life- the mother of his son, his mate, Bulma Briefs. He didn't hear the insults Iceia and her man spat at him. He focused on seeing his mate and his son once more. Seeing Bulma get all excited about an invention, or seeing the fire in her blue eyes when they got into one of their arguments-that is what he focused on.
Bulma sat down on her balcony ledge. She looked out into the night sky. Somewhere out there, Mirai Trunks was searching for Vegeta. She wanted so badly to Vegeta to be here, holding her in his arms. Bulma felt her eyes fill with tears. NO! She refused to cry. Her son will bring back his father. She needed to have faith in the Z warriors and Vegeta.
"Don't worry Trunks is on his way," Bulma saud out loud.
Mirai Trunks cracked his nuckles. Gohan was asleep on the opposite corner. Krillin was asleep beside him as well. Yamcha and Tien collpased in the middle of the floor. They sure did snore loudly. Piccolo was meditating beside him. Mirai Trunks looked at the ship's navigational system. He was impressed with his mother's handy-work. She really is the smartest woman. M. Trunks estimated that they should arrive at Iceia's main ship in the next couple of hours. 'Just a few more hours,' M. Trunks thought.
Vegeta knew all his fingers were broken. Along with a few ribs as well. He figured his left shoulder was dislocated. His right leg was broken in several places. He was in a great amount of pain, but he still remained silent. It infuriated Iceia. By this time she would have her prisoner begging at her feet. But not him. The Saiyan Prince was seemiling more trouble than she expected. But no matter, no one can handle being tortured for long. Eventually he will break, and she will be there to witness it.
Mirai Trunks finallly allowed his eyes to closed. He was exhausted, but he knew he couldn't sleep. He decided finally to allow his eyes some rest. A few moments later, an alarm sounded off. He jerked his eyes awake, and moved his body closer to the screen.
"What is it Trunks?" Krillin groggily asked.
"The ship. It is two hundred meters in front of us," M. Trunks answered.
Everyone was now wide awake. Yamcha stretched to eliminate the stiffness in his joints. Tien rotted his shoulder blades. Krillin stretched for the oncoming battle. Gohan remained silent, focusing everything on what will happen next. He wanted to be like Piccolo, anticipate what will happen next rather than be taken by surprise.
"Ready kid?" Piccolo asked Gohan.
Gohan looked at Piccolo with a serious expression. He did not want to fail again. He refused to fail again.
"I'm ready," Gohan answered.
M. Trunks put his sword around his shoulders. Whatever was about to happen, he was ready. He was trained by the best- Gohan and his father.
"Let's do this," M. Trunks sated.
Everyone nodded their heads in agreement.
A/N: Well what did you think?
Only two more chapters left. Sorry this chapter was so short, it was an interlude chapter.
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