A Chance of a Lifetime – Chapter 11

She sneaked a glance at him again. He was continuously shoveling food into his mouth, seeming not even to stop to breath. A brow rose. She studied his features for a moment before looking down at her own plate. There was plenty of food still on it, even though she was full. She slid it over to him, watching his face light up with a smile. He's not interested in me that way. I can tell! He's not giving off any vibes that he's interested, so why is he so eager to spend time with me!? It's as if he wants to be around me, like a son or something! She watched him eat, curious as to where he got that big appetite, and still stay fit. Why not just ask him!?

"What's with the big appetite? How can you eat so much and stay fit?"

She watched his face redden. God, What's with the damn blushing! Is he that sensitive or is it just me! The boy...well, she shouldn't call him a boy really! He was the same age as her! I think! She watched him raise his head and study her.

"I get it from my father," he stated, meeting her eyes. "He's a saiyan."

Trista quirked a brow. Okaaaay! What's that!?

"What's a saiyan?"

She watched with slight amusement as he seemed to struggle with his answer. Her lips quirked. Why do I think of him as a boy! I'm the same age, right!? Why do I feel the need to protect him!? He can obviously protect himself! She waited for a few minutes, rolling her eyes when he didn't say anything.

"Okay, you don't want to answer-"

"A saiyan is a great race of warriors who have phenomenal abilities, and are a great and noble bloodline," Trunks said in a rush.

Trista was quiet, studying him with slightly furrowed brows. Why is he sorta nervous around me? Why is he looking at me like I should know this?

"Who told you that?" she asked curiously. Trista watched the boys' lips move, as if he was going to say the letter "u". Her brows narrowed.

"Y-" Trunks cut himself off, almost slapping his forehead for giving information that could jeopardize everything. He watched his mother's eyes narrow, her eyes watchful.

"What were you fixing to say?" she asked softly.

Trunks felt panic well up. Oh crap! You've really done it this time man! You know your mother is smart! Idiot! He rubbed the back of his neck, shooting a smile at her. Her eyes narrowed even more. Yeah, he forgot about her being a suspicious person as well.

"Nothing!" he said quickly. He shifted, uncomfortable under her scrutiny. He stared at the bed to avoid her eyes.

"I told him."

They both looked towards the door. Vegeta and Goku were standing there, watching them. He saw his mother tense.

"What do you want?" she seemed to ask both of the men.

Trunks watched the two men study his mother, before Vegeta stepped forward.

"I told him," the prince said again. "Thought you wanted to know what a saiyan is?"

Goku joined his fellow warrior, eying the woman on the bed. They looked at her son. He was clearly uncomfortable. The boy was shifting on the bed, making the plates and his mother slightly move. He avoided their gaze. They watched as Trista's eyes narrowed even more, going from the boy to them. She suddenly smirked, her eyes settling on the boys bent head.

"Are all of you saiyans?" she asked, folding her arms. She watched them nod before voicing her next question.

"So that's why you all can fight like that?"

More nodding.

"Is this like a gang or something?"

She could practically feel the glares of the two men standing next to her. She looked at them. The widow peak was certainly glaring, while the other just raised a brow. The shorter one looked like he was going to have a conniption fit. Trista's lips quirked in amusement.

"It's not a gang! We are a fierce bloodline, woman!"

Just to piss the shorter one off, she sighed.

"And here I thought I was gonna get a t-shirt!"

She snorted as widow peak sputtered in outrage, while the taller man was laughing. She looked over at the boy. He was trying his best to glare at her, but wasn't doing a very good job. He looked like he was ready to burst out laughing. She chuckled. Ignoring the still sputtering man, she grabbed her plate and headed for the kitchen. She stopped at the door as another thought hit her.

"Hey," she said, waiting for the boy on the bed to turn to her. "I was wandering," Trista said slowly. "You're my age right!?" She waited for him to slowly nod. "Where are your parents?"

Her question was met with total silence. She quirked an eyebrow, waiting. The boy seemed incapable of speech. She watched as he finally shook off whatever was holding his tongue.

"W wwell," he stuttered, his cheeks reddening. She mentally rolled her eyes at his blushing. "Um...my parents are here. Don't worry."

"I wasn't worried. Just wandering. Haven't seen any other adults beside these two," she gestured to Goku and Vegeta. "And Blue and-"

"Who's Blue?" Goku asked.

"Bulma," Trista said, not missing a beat. She continued, ignoring the chuckles. "And her parents."

Her gaze stayed steady on Trunks. "I haven't seen any other adults," she stated, quirking an eyebrow. She watched as he smiled.

"Like I said, don't worry. My parents are here."

Trista studied him for another moment before grunting, disappearing around the corner and making her way to the kitchen.

Trunks sighed with relief. "That was a close one," he stated. He looked up at the silence. Both men were studying him. "So..." Goku said slowly, rubbing the back of his head.

"Which one of us is your father?"

The boy glared at them, before grunting just like his mom, and heading downstairs himself, his own plate in hand.

Both men watched him walk out. "Do you think it's weird?" Vegeta asked, watching the boy follow after his nineteen year old mother. Goku grunted beside him. He sent him a glare, which Goku missed, staring at the same spot Vegeta was. He continued to glare at the man until Goku turned.

"What?" Goku asked, a little surprised.

"Do. You. Think. It's. Weird?" Vegeta snapped the last word, watching Kakkarots' face flush slightly.

"I don't know," Goku admitted, shrugging a little. Vegeta punched him in the arm.

"Ow! What was that for!?"

"You're an idiot! You don't find this just a little bit weird, going about our daily lives with a nineteen year old girl around who we know ONE OF US is going to have a child with!? And soon!

"Well," Goku grumbled. "When you put it like that! Of course!"

Vegeta grunted, folding his arms. He surveyed the room, his gaze coming around to Kakkarot when he began to speak.

"But don't you also want to know who the boys' father is!? I mean, yeah it's a little creepy, but...didn't you feel his power the first day!?"

A grin spread on Goku's face. "It was enormous!"

Vegeta smirked, his gaze going to the empty doorway again. Trista walked through just then. She stopped and blinked.

"Oh," she said, "Didn't know you were still hanging out in my room!"

She came and sat on the bed, ignoring the curious stares from the men. Men are just weird!

"What! Was my room the popular hangout before it got converted or something?"

Vegeta snorted, shaking his head. Goku grinned at her. She just quirked a brow.

"What are your name's anyway?" she asked, fiddling with her shirt. She missed the looks of surprise they shot her. She finally looked up, waiting as they seemed to stare at her.

"Well?" Trista asked, a brow raising.

The shorter one seemed to straighten. "I'm Vegeta. The Prince of All Saiyans."

Trista blinked. A snort escaped. "Is that, like, supposed to mean anything to me!?"

She ignored his clenched jaw and glare. The taller man finally spoke, once he got done laughing.

"I'm Goku," he said simply, sending her a little wave.

She sat there for a minute. "What? No title?"

"Nah, that's reserved for Vegeta. You know, royalty and everything."

Trista quirked a brow. "What, is there some kind of fan club or something?"

"Why," Vegeta said, a smirk forming. "Want to join?"

She snorted, looking away from him. "Hardly!"

Goku laughed when Vegeta's face reddened.

"Shut up, Kakkarot!"

Trista watched in amusement. "Why do you call him Kakkarot?"

"That's his saiyan name, woman! His rightful name. Not the idiotic one some human gave him!"

Trista narrowed her eyes at him for a moment.

"What?" Vegeta snapped.

"You don't seem to like humans," she stated softly. "Yet you live on a planet with nothing but, you live in a huge house with nothing but, and you wear human clothing!" She paused for a moment. "Odd."

Goku laughed, nudging the prince. "She's got you there Vegeta," he chuckled, rubbing a hand through his hair.

Throwing them both a look, the angry saiyan stomped out of the room.

All three men were walking down the hall of CC to go train, to better their fighting techniques in the darkening sky, when Trunks heard something that made him pause, a scared feeling entering his mind.

The sound of his mom's video being played.

He took off running towards the living room, Goku and Vegeta behind him asking what was wrong. He didn't say anything. He skidded to a stop in the living room. His eyes immediately went to his young mother, silhouetted in front of the television, her eyes glued to the screen. He rushed over and ejected the disk, silently cursing himself. He sighed, straightening. Trunks looked up, and his mom was right there. He gulped, ignoring the two men watching and put the disk behind his back.

"You shouldn't watch this," he stated softly, watching her eyes narrow.

She reached over and grabbed the disk from him, faster than he thought she could. Did Dr. Gero do something to her!? Were Goku and Vegeta right, and he changed her somehow? Oh God! He sent a beseeching look to the men, but they didn't move, just watched as Trista stuck the disk back into the player, stepping back and crossing her arms. The screen started playing where he had stopped it, when she was talking about the bracelets.

"Mo—Trista, you shouldn't watch this!"

She sent him a glare that had him stepping back, returning her attention to the video. He walked back over to the men and watched his mother watch her future self. He took a shuddering breath.

"This isn't good, you guys!" he whispered, sending the men a scared glance. "She shouldn't be watching this!"

The screen thankfully went black, and Trunks walked up to take it out. He was stopped by his mom. She put an arm out, stopping him from going further.

"It's over. I can take it out now!" he said almost desperately.

"There's more," she stated softly, watching the screen.

"How do you know that?" Goku asked, all of them watching her glare at him over her shoulder, but didn't say anything. They watched her turn back to the television.

The part where she was normal popped up, Trunks feeling Goku and Vegeta moving closer, stopping behind him and his mom. He glanced at them. They were both studying the video and his mom's profile. She kept her eyes glued to the screen, a smirk appearing when the Yamcha on screen got punched. When it was finally over, his mom didn't say anything. He watched her narrow her eyes even more, before turning and walking out of the room. They all watched her leave.

"This isn't good!" he said softly. "She wasn't supposed to know."

"How do you know that?" Vegeta asked, looking over at him. The man crossed his arms.

"Because..." Trunks paused, looking over where his mother disappeared to. "She could decide to go back home, and I would never be born."

No one said anything, Goku just turned and walked out. Trunks went in search of the younger version of his mother.

He couldn't find her.

Trunks went in search of Goku next, the friendlier of the men. He found him sparring outside with Vegeta. He waited until they were done before going up to them.

"Goku, have you seen my mother?"

"Try the roof," Vegeta said, not looking at them as he bent to get his towel.

He looked up when no one spoke. They were eying him. Trunks finally spoke.

"How do you know that's where she'll be?"

Vegeta studied the boy for a moment. "That's where she was last time," he stated, throwing the towel over his shoulders. They all looked at each other, before simultaneously lifting and gazing down at the compound.

Vegeta was right. There she was, hugging her knees to her chest, staring out at the sky. She seemed to be deep in thought. They all landed at the same time. His mother didn't look up when they appeared, seeming not at all scared that they were flying. He furrowed his brows, remembering when she used to tell him how scared she was when she saw the men behind him fly for the first time. Something happened to her! But what!? He stepped forward, looking down at her for a moment before sitting beside her. No one said anything for awhile. He studied his mother out of the corner of his eye. He could tell the wheels were turning in her mind, thinking of everything she had just seen. She had that hardened glint in her eye he always saw when she was inventing something. She suddenly stood up, bending down to grab his arm, and to everyone's amazement, jumped off the roof.

But she didn't fall. She was floating next to him. Trunks widened his eyes, watching the satisfied smirk appear on her face. He looked back at the men. They had equally surprised looks on their faces. Before he could say anything she took off, and because she had a hold of his wrist, he went with her. He looked behind them, his eyes widening when they seemed to lose Goku and Vegeta, who had blasted off after them. Soon he didn't see them at all. He looked back at his mother. She didn't look at him, just had a grim frown on her face, her eyes glinting. He sighed, wandering exactly where they were going.

A/N: I'm really enjoying this story now! It just came to me and I hope you all have enjoyed reading it so far!

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