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A/N: This update was for the prompt: Attraction Park. I'll be honest, in Texas, we don't use that term, so it took me a LONG time to figure out what the fuck it was talking about. Ha ha! Oh well. Alright, time for an update. Thank you, as always, for the reviews. Keep it up, guys, we're getting closer to the moment of truth! Enjoy.

Attraction Park

He shouldn't have been surprised to see Trunks hadn't gone to school, nor should he have been surprised to see the boy was awake, sitting at the kitchen table with two laptops open and whirring in front of him. Neither father nor son spoke as Vegeta approached the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. Trunks seemed enraptured with what he was working on, and the Saiyan recognized that look enough to know he'll hear about it soon enough; Bulma wore the expression in her labs.

"Dad," Trunks called, not looking up as he darted from one computer to the next. "I really think it's time we called Goku."

Vegeta's eye twitched. "No."

"Dad, he could find the Namekians from King Kai's planet; I'm sure he could-"

"That clown will be kept out of this!" the prince shouted; Trunks stared up at him, wide-eyed, computers forgotten. "As will the rest of those weak imbeciles!"

"But we need help!"

"No!" The porcelain mug was shattered in Vegeta's hand, and he slammed a fist on the kitchen table; splintering echoed out. "I will not have a bunch of fools lining up outside of our door like some damned circus attraction! I will not be made a mockery of! I will not be seen as weak!"

Vegeta was shaking as Trunks gaped at him. "You're refusing help because of your pride? Mom is missing, and you obviously haven't been able to find her-"

"Don't you think I know that?" he bellowed back. "It is my duty to protect you and your mother, and I will be damned if I let that third-rate trash interfere!"

For some time, the boy just stared at his father, unsure of what to say or how to respond without enticing another proverbial explosion. Finally, Trunks sighed in surrender and nodded. "I won't tell anyone, not even Goten."

Vegeta gave a quick nod and jogged back up the stairs to his room. His son went back to tracing his mother's cell phone.