"Chapter Two;
Anxiety"

Vegeta sat on the roof of Capsule Corp; his signature scowl on his face, and his eyes glaring out onto the city. It had been a week and a half since he had found the boy. The Saiyan Prince had only expected him to be unconscious for a few hours, but by his wife's calculations, he'd need at least a couple days. Of course, he wanted the boy in the healing pod, but she said that it was under maintenance, so it left him waiting, which very quickly got on his nerves.

Of course he stayed where he was, and he did try to occupy himself. His wife tried with a few books that he attempted to sink into to pass the boring hours, but he didn't stick with one for more than three pages. He tried doing one-armed push-ups to pass the time; trying to break the current record he had. Despite his love of training, he couldn't pass more than a few hours doing so. The only time he left the room was to use the bathroom and to eat; those were the exciting points of his days.

Now, today he got what he wanted; the kid woke up; but quite frankly he had ran into yet another problem, and it was the kid himself. From what he learned from Bulma, the child had severe head trauma, which caused a concussion, however, as a result of this-apparently-the kid obtained a case of long-term amnesia.

His wife was now making good use of her free time trying to find people who knew the boy, but without there being a good money reward, or hearing from a few free criminals who saw the kid's picture and liked how he looked, they got nowhere, and the bad part was was that it had only just started.

He lied down on his back, closing his eyes and thinking about the turquoise-eyed child he rescued. Yes, he understood that the kid was alone in the forest, but he could have been there for any possible reason; including ones Vegeta couldn't even ponder; but you'd expect that with all the searching he had done that day from families that were camping there, and meeting with people in log cabins, he had nothing. He even checked the ranger station to see if someone reported him missing and got the same result. Another thing to add to the list of what was getting on his nerves.

His eyes snapped open when he heard his phone going off. Bulma had insisted that he held onto it whenever he was at home and not training in the training arena, and he reluctantly agreed so that his wife both wouldn't argue with nor worry over him. He didn't see the use of it, but shortly after receiving it, he shrugged it off and dealt with it.

Speaking of said wife, it was her, and judging by the time, she was more than likely telling him that his dinner was ready. "What?" He questioned, answering it. And, just as he suspected, he was right; dinner was ready and she was waiting for him so they could start eating. Well, he may as well get some food with how the day went for him...

He averted into the dining room; noticing his son up on a booster seat, his wife setting out plates with food on them (his taking up about half the table), and then of course, there was the kid he found; still in his old clothes, which looked a little baggy on him, and still looking about the room having not been used to it nor to they.

The boy spotted Vegeta and immediately, he turned his head away from him. He had tried extremely hard to try and remember like the man wanted him to, but the minute he saw his glare, the boy instantly knew; not only was he dangerous, but that he was pretty damn scary; looks alone. He was thankful for his wife and whilst having gotten to spend the entire day with her, the child had wondered how the man got so lucky to have a family like this. Especially considering his kid...

Now, Vegeta was rather expectant of the boy to obtain what he loss (albeit unsuccessful with every attempt), however the boy called Trunks was peering over him in curiosity throughout most of the day. He found the child's behavior to be amusing, and he couldn't help but invite him over to play. This made both of them pretty happy, despite an awkward feeling the elder boy felt playing with the four-year-old. He figured it was because of the age difference. However, when said boy asked for his name, he wished that he had an answer for him.

Said half-saiyan child looked at his father, rather happily. "Hi Tou-san!" He greeted happily, raising a small hand to wave to him. The man smirked in response, ruffling his son's hair. The child looked up at him with a smile. "Tou-san, he says he doesn't remember his name; can we give him one?" The child asked, not liking the fact he couldn't call the elder boy anything other than 'he' and 'you.'

Vegeta's eyebrow arched. It had only just occurred to him that they couldn't call the boy by his name, seeing as how his long term memory loss prevented him from even remembering that detail. Naturally, the kid would remember at some point, but the question really was how long would it take for his past to be put back together. Bulma had pestered him that there was no way the unknown child could force his memories to the surface, no matter how hard he tried, so they'd never know when the albino would remember even that.

He closed his eyes. "We'll have to see!" He stated, taking the seat next to his son and allowing the elder child to relax a bit. There was no telling when the kids memories came back, but he figured that they weren't going to come any sooner so long as the kid was stressed out. For that reason, Vegeta saw it in both of their interests to not be near one another.

They ate their dinner, however the boy couldn't help but stare at the Saiyan Prince whom of which was horking down plate after plate of food. Bulma noticed this, and stated that her husband normally had a big appetite and stated that it was only natural for him to eat that much at each meal-on average. Surprised still nonetheless, he simply continued eating.

After dinner clean up was finished, Trunks had dragged the boy away in order to play before his mother could head him off to bed. Still, the awkward feeling reined over the albino as he spent time with the other; not truly comfortable playing such kid's games, but he pushed it aside so as to make the younger one happy. He was too innocent for that...

Vegeta watched them; leaning against the entrance to the living room and eying the albino with a mix of what could only be suspicion as well as confusion. Over a week ago, the boy was attacked by three strange...things, and for reasons he couldn't remember. He had a strange energy around him that-for some odd reason-seems to have diminished. Then this amnesia.

It didn't take a scientist to tell him that recovering that this was more than a physically conduced case of amnesia. He had enough sense in his to know the disappearance of this energy may have contributed to the boy's condition, and it wouldn't have surprised the Saiyan Prince if the head trauma had only aided in the process of said energy's disappearance rather than the boy's memory.

As he stood there; watching the children play hide and seek (which the child was allowing Trunks to win), Vegeta couldn't help but wonder what exactly he had picked up in the forest almost two weeks prior, and just what kind of trouble was it gonna bring with him.

It was well into the evening at the first division. Here, Captain Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto was awaiting the reports from the search of the now-missing Captain Hitsugaya of the Tenth. The search had lasted for over a week, with the last trace of him being within the forest as well as three arrancar and what was thought to be another human.

Now the investigation showed that the young prodigy indeed fought back against his opponents, however, by blood spatter it was also rather clear he couldn't have gotten far being severely injured. The conclusion was that he was in his gigai somewhere, and that the fifth presence was more than likely a good Samaritan who found him and carried him off somewhere.

That was the theory, however, throughout the passed week and a half, the young taicho's reiatsu had been so weak, they couldn't pinpoint his location. They tried checking nearby clinics, hospitals, as well as the infirmary at the campsite with not eye or ear of the captain.

Today, Mayuri Kurotsuchi of the twelfth came forward with an announcement, which was not good news to anyone's ears. He confirmed Captain Hitsugaya's reiatsu had completely vanished, and that there was nothing left to search. It was, as of this day, Captain Toshiro Hitsugaya was reported dead.

Hooray for cliffhangers! dont bother asking how this makes sense for i refuse to spoil! if u wanna kno, you will just have to continue reading.

Untill then, Ja ne!
~ K. Fang-sama