A Chance of a Lifetime – Chapter 13
She grabbed Trunks' hand and dragged him up the stairs. He didn't say anything, noticing the determined look on her face. She pushed him into her room, quickly shutting the door. He watched her lean against it, studying him with a frown on her face. He sat on the bed. He knew that look. It always meant something was wrong, or she wanted information. Trunks was betting on the latter.
"I need to know some things," Trista said quietly, crossing her arms.
He was right. She wanted information. He winced a little, knowing that he was going to have to deny her. For both their sakes. He waited for her to voice them, a "no" ready on his lips. Trunks watched her straighten, coming to sit with him on the bed. She studied the floor for a few minutes, before lifting her head and looking at him. She studied his features, the look in her eyes assessing.
"Are you happy with your life?"
His eyes widened at the question. He wasn't expecting that. Why is she asking me that? What is she up to? He slowly nodded his head. Trunks watched her brows furrow, her gaze never leaving his face.
"Even with all the torture and pain that has happened in your time frame?"
He took longer to answer. Trunks swallowed, feeling like she was leading up to something, but he had no clue as to what that was. I guess I'll have to keep answering until she gets to the real reason she's asking me these questions.
"Yes," he said softly, watching her cross her arms again.
He watched his mother sigh, looking away. She got up and walked to the window, studying something outside for a few minutes before turning her head, meeting his eyes.
"Why?"
That simple word gave him pause, although he already knew the answer. He studied her, watching her stand there patiently waiting for his response. He thought about his father, the man he never got to meet, until now. The reason his mother sent him to this time line. She had sent him for four reasons. To give Goku and Vegeta the antidote for the heart virus, to let them know about the androids, and to meet his father. She also sent him here to live, even though she didn't say it. He knew. He knew his mother better than anyone. And this woman in front of him was the closest thing he was going to get in the way of his own mother back. She had sent him back to her.
"Because you're my mother," he said simply, his voice soft.
Trunks watched in surprise as her face crumbled. He stood, quickly pulling her into a hug as she bit back a sob. Why is she crying? My mom never cries! He turned his head, looking out the window as she leaned against him, shivering slightly before she moved away. He didn't look at her, giving her privacy to get herself back together. He watched as Vegeta and Goku came into view, lowering to the ground from an apparent sparring match. He looked over at his mother. Was she watching them? What is going through her head right now? Trunks watched her sit down, her arms wrapped around herself. She spoke after a moment, her voice soft.
"I was thinking of going home."
He sucked in a breath. What? Is she thinking of not...having me!? Not getting with my father? He looked out the window, noticing the two men were studying him through the glass, a brow raising on Vegeta's face. They must have seen the panic in his eyes. He swallowed, looking back to the woman on the bed. She stayed sitting, her back to him, not saying anything. He glanced back outside. The two saiyans had disappeared. Trunks walked back to the bed, sitting beside Trista and taking a deep breath. He had to take another before he could speak.
"Why," he cleared his throat. "Why would you do that?" he asked, trying to keep his pitch calm.
It must have not worked, because she furrowed her brows, studying him for a moment. She reached over and laied a hand on his before speaking.
"Trunks," she waited for him to look at her. She felt bad as fear entered his eyes. "Trunks," she said again. "Think about it. I'm only nineteen years old," she stated softly, "How could I consciously be in any sort of relationship with a grown man?"
He didn't say anything, just turned and studied the floor. He knew his mother was speaking soundly, but...he didn't want her to leave.
"Can't you just...wait, maybe? Spend some time here and get to know...my father some more?"
Trista studied him for a few minutes, sighing after awhile and giving him a hug. She pulled back, slightly glaring at him. Trunks blinked.
"What?" he asked softly, watching her frown.
"Who is he Trunks?" she whispered. "Tell me." She shook his arm a little, her eyes intent on his face. He sighed, closing his eyes. He felt a muscle start jumping in his jaw, pinching the bridge of his nose. He finally opened his eyes, looking over at the woman who would...should give him life.
"I can't," he said gently, his voice a whisper. He listened to her let out an exasperated breath, crossing her arms. She pressed her lips together, sending him a look before getting up.
"Fine," she stated, her back to him.
Trunks tensed, not liking the tone of her voice. He watched her warily, noticing the rigid set of her shoulders. He swallowed, knowing his mom was mad. She suddenly turned towards him, a frown on her face, regret in her eyes.
"Then I'm going home," she said softly, turning and walking out of the room.
"No! Wait!"
But she didn't listen, just slammed the door behind her. Trunks felt a tightening in his chest, a small sob escaping. He jumped up as the door opened, a sigh escaping, his shoulders drooping as Goku and Vegeta walked in.
"What's going on?" Goku asked softly, noticing the boy was slightly white.
They both waited for him to swallow, staring at the floor for a moment before looking at them. He had a beseeching look in his eyes.
"My mom's leaving."
The men looked at one another, before focusing back on the young man on the bed.
"Why?" Vegeta asked, his voice low.
They watched Trunks take another breath, swallowing before answering.
"Because I wouldn't tell her who my father is. And no," he said as Vegeta opened his mouth. "I'm not telling you."
"Why is it such a secret boy!?" Vegeta snapped, his eyes narrowing.
Trunks slightly rolled his eyes. "I told you. It could possibly ruin the chance of me being born."
He jumped up, heading towards the door. Goku fell into step beside him, Vegeta bringing up the rear.
"Where are you going?" Goku asked, glancing at the boy beside him. He watched Trunks clench his teeth.
"I'm stopping my mom from leaving," the young man stated, balling his hands into fists.
The two men followed.
"Trunks let go!"
They all watched her try to take a step, dragging the boy behind her. He had a hold of her waist, holding on for dear life. Everyone watched him set his jaw.
"NO," he said forcefully. "I already lost one mother. I'm not losing another one!"
Trista's face softened. "Trunks," she sighed. "I'm not your mother, at least in this time I'm not."
"Not yet," he said stubbornly.
They watched her roll her eyes, crossing her arms. It was pretty funny looking. The nineteen year old woman with her son, that was the same age, bent down and clinging to her waist. And she was shorter than him to boot! It was funny and sad at the same time. Bulma let a chuckle escape at the look Trista sent the boy.
"You're so damn stubborn!"
"Blame yourself," Trunks shot back, not loosening his hold.
They watched her eyes narrow for a moment before she smirked. They could tell she was thinking of something. She suddenly stopped trying to move, putting her hands on her waist, above his arms.
"Are you a damn baby! Or a young man!?"
Everyone watched his eyes narrow, glaring up at Trista. She glared right back. "I'm a man!" They listened to her snort. "Act like it!"
Trunks stubbornly stayed silent, his arms still wrapped around her. Trista narrowed her eyes.
"Don't make me hurt you," she said softly, frowning. They watched, chuckling a little as he winced. But he didn't let go.
Trista suddenly raised her head, glaring at everyone who had gathered to watch the spectacle. "A little help!?"
"Why don't you just stay Trista?" Krillin asked, rubbing his head. He moved behind Bulma when she narrowed her eyes at him. Trista's gaze rested on Goku and Vegeta.
"Why don't one of you get him off me?"
Vegeta crossed his arms, smirking. Goku chuckled, leaning against the door frame. Neither moved. They listened to Trista sigh.
"I'm surrounded by asses," she muttered.
"Hey!" Trunks shouted, jumping to a stand and crossing his arms.
They all watched her smirk, before whirling and shooting out the door. Everyone started chuckling at the expression on Trunks face.
"She.." he stared at the door. "My own mother tricked me!"
He glared behind him at Vegeta and Goku. "You could have stopped her!"
Not waiting for a retort, he flung the door open and flew after his young mother.
The laughter died down after a moment, everyone studying the open door. They all looked over as Bulma sighed.
"Poor boy," she said softly, looking at everyone. "To lose his mother in a gruesome way in his time, then to possibly lose another." She shook her head, her eyes sorrowful as she turned and left the room.
Everyone else filed out. Piccolo stopped in front of the two saiyans. He studied the men for a moment, before smirking.
"What?" Vegeta snapped, glaring.
Piccolo let a small chuckle escape. "Aren't you just a little bit curious as to who sleeps with that girl?" He smirked as both men flushed. "The boy hasn't even given you a hint as to who his father is?"
The namekian watched them shake their head, still slightly glaring at him. He let another smirk appear. "Have fun with the rivalry," he said softly, before turning and leaving.
He stopped at the kitchen door, looking back at both men. Goku sent him a curious look, while Vegeta just glared. Piccolo suddenly grinned.
"Who knew both of you would be fighting over the same woman!?"
He chuckled again, going through the door, ignoring their protests.
Trunks caught up with her a few miles from Bulma's home. He grabbed her arm, stopping her. Trista let out a sigh of frustration. She let him hold her arm, turning her. She grunted as he suddenly hugged her, taking the breath away from her.
She squeaked.
Trunks lifted his head. "Air!" she whispered, sucking in a breath as he let go. She coughed, rubbing her arms.
"Sorry," the boy said, rubbing the back of his head. He chuckled a little. He grabbed her arm when she moved. She scowled at him, yanking away.
"Please don't leave, mom!"
Trista sighed. "I'm not, I'm just lowering to the ground," she stated, doing just that. He followed right behind her, afraid she'll take off again.
"Why were you going to leave!?" he asked softly, his arms at his sides. Trista looked at him, turning at the look in his eyes. She sat, patting the spot beside her. Trunks quickly lowered, his eyes on his mother. He watched her study the ground for a while, before finally looking up at him. He saw her hesitate.
"I'm scared," she admitted, her voice weak. "You don't..." she stopped, swallowing. She took a breath, her voice a little stronger as she continued. "You don't know what it's like, being nineteen, having someone come and tell you that you're going to have a relationship with a grown man! And soon! How am I supposed to process that!? Trunks, it's doesn't have anything to do with you, with me having you in a couple years. It's just..." Trista paused, her face flushing. "I don't even know who your father is. And it's...weird to have both Vegeta and Goku hanging around, and not knowing which one I end up with. I mean, yeah, they're pretty hot but, to have them waiting around as if I'll just suddenly make up my mind between them, it's..." she pressed her lips together for a moment. "It's a lot of pressure, you know. And it makes me uncomfortable. I didn't even think of them that way until you came, stating one of them is your father, and I'm your mother."
Trunks studied the ground, listening to his mothers' confession. He flushed slightly, a little embarrassed to being the one to put her in this predicament. He shifted, clearing his throat.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. He felt her clasp his hand. He looked over.
She had a soft smile on her face. "It's okay. It's not your fault the way two grown men act. You haven't given the big secret away after all, and it's making them...I guess more curious."
She leaned over, her smile getting wider. "And to tell you the truth," Trista said, a twinkle in her eye. "I wouldn't mind being with either of them." She laughed as Trunks blushed. "They're both handsome, and have great bodies!"
Trunks looked at the ground. "MOOOOM!"
Trista laughed again at his mortification, before finally standing and holding her hand out. Trunks grabbed it, squeezing it a little, studying her. He hesitated before speaking.
"Soooo...does that mean you'll stay?"
His mother smirked, amusement in her eyes. She raised a brow, nodding. She snorted with laughter as he shouted, pumping a fist in the air. She tapped him on the shoulder when he finally landed back on the earth.
"Let's spar. I want to find out what I can actually do."
Trunks grinned, powering up.
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