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The baby's birth still has to wait, but...

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Daddy's Girl

Chapter 10

"What are you doing here?!" Goten asked in a plain tone and still didn't stir.

"You know for sure why I'm here. Don't pretend that you don't know!"

"So what are you going to do about it?" Goten spun his body to face the familiar voice owner. Though anger had already grown in Trunks' heart, he still came as a best friend. And so he came to talk, to find out the real reason behind Goten's action. When he heard about the news that Goten had neglected his sister, Bulla and her baby, he couldn't believe that.

"I can't believe you, Goten. I thought I knew you well. But I guess I was wrong. What happened to you? How could you do such a thing to Bulla? Somebody whom you consider a sister too? We both have taken care of her since she was a very child. And what have you done to her now? Don't you know that she's carrying your baby now?!"

"So what?!" Goten snapped.

"SO WHAT?! IS THAT ALL YOU CAN SAY?!! We're talking about BABY, YOU IDIOT! YOUR BABY!" Trunks couldn't refrain from pushing Goten to the cracked wall. One of his hands in Goten's collar and the other one held high in the air, like if he was ready to slap or to punch his best friend.

Goten smirked sinically, "Oh, look who's talking now. Tell me Trunks, are you sure that you don't have kids somewhere out there?!"

PLAAAAKKK!!! A hard slap landed on Goten's cheek. He didn't dodge it. As his face was turned red by Trunks' slap, he wiped out of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"I used to hate my father for hurting you! But now I know that he's right! And what he'd done to you was not even enough!"

"So what are you waiting for, Trunks?! HIT ME!! KILL ME!! IS THAT ALL YOU WANT TO DO??!!!"

Trunks' rage was uncontrollable now. Needless to say that what Goten had said had triggered his anger to be a real action. Whole his body glowed with golden aura as he turned Super Saiyan. With Goten's collar still in his hand, he threw his life time friend high in the air and then he rocketed to attack him.

Goten's body was flown in the air, Trunks tried to send him some punches. It was supposed to be easy because Goten was unguarded and seemed not to be ready to dodge his attack. But somehow Trunks missed his target. And now Goten was able to control his own body again. He stood in mid air, preparing to counteract Trunks' attack, turned himself to a super saiyan too.

Trunks' eyes glowed in fire of hatred and Goten covered his face with an unfathomable expression.

They had been always good match for each other since the first time they ever sparred and the power difference between them was never more than a thin line.

Kicks and punches were thrown, bodies moved in the speed of light, and bloods started to flow from their mouths, noses and bruises and cuts from all their bodies part.

It was difficult to predict when the fight would end or who would win, may be when they both were exhausted and had no more energy remained.

Wiping bloods flew from his brow, Trunks narrowed hie eyes thoughtfully, he would never beat Goten if he kept kicking and punching this way. Goten obviously didn't intend to back down. He dodged and counteracted Trunks' attacks well.

Trunks' mind worked fast, now he knew, ki balls formed on both of his hands. He directed them to his now rival. Goten smirked, "Is that all you can do?! You know it doesn't work on me!!"

"Oh, really?!" Trunks replied Goten's smirk with the same one made him look like Vegeta a lot, "But I don't think you ever tried this one."

There was pause before Trunks sent his ki balls to the younger Demi-Saiyan, a kind of doubt. Trunks tried to predict the risk of his plan; yes, no, yes, no, yes...

With that he moved, very fast that it was almost as fast as Goku's instant transmission. In a split of second he appeared before Goten's face who had his eyes wide opened and his jaw dropped in shock, since when Trunks has been this fast?

Goten had read his ex-best friend's doubt in his glowing eyes and couldn't help but feel touched by it. It made his guard down and so he missed the chance to avoid the blast.

The ki balls hit Goten right on his upper body. He was sent flying again, far, far away before he landed somewhere on mountain area. Trunks followed him with his rage still burned his heart and so his speed brought him to his prey fast.

Two watery eyes watched them from a distance. Since his return from death many years ago, he had seen fighting scenes between Goten and Trunks for many many times. But he usually watched with proud. Goten was his son, and Trunks was his best friend's. The two Saiyan heirs always sparred with sportiveness and also with their best efforts they could muster.

But this time it was different. There was no sportiveness. Through his watery eyes he still could see clearly that it was hatred, it was hatred which had initiated the fight between them. It wasn't a spirit to win which glared through the two Demi Saiyan's eyes, it was passion to kill each other. And it wasn't even a sparring session, it was a real fight.

It wasn't supposed to be difficult for the savior of the universe to get involved in the battle, but this time his heart was wavered. Which one he should defend? He knew very well Trunks reason for doing that and he couldn't blame him. Yes, he couldn't blame Trunks, he realized that whoever in that position probably would do the same as him. It pained him to admit that his younger son deserved all those beats. He would only help his son after Trunks get satisfied with his avenge.

The glimpse of doubt in Trunks' eyes put up a hope in his heart that this fight would not end as bad as what he used to think. They used to be best friend, sure, they won't kill each other. Please, Trunks, please. Don't let your rage control all your body.

Trunks was having his hand high, ready to send his now enemy another blast while Goten was lying under his feet, collapsed, his golden super Saiyan hair had faded to its normal black. He was caught between life and death.

Goku closed his eyes tightly, had no guts to see the scene before him. If there was on thing refrained him from helping his son soon, it was a great shame. He was very ashamed to Trunks for what Goten had done. So, all what he did was wishing; please Trunks, show him mercy. He is your life time best friend, your sworn brother, please, show him mercy.

Trunks was about to launch his blast, what Goten had done to Bulla was unforgivable, but he intended to have a little look on his ex-best friend for the last time before he did, just one more time...

That a little look brought him to recall his past, where the man under his feet filled a very great part of his reminiscence. His hand trembled in emotion. He had to choose between defending a sister and refraining from killing a best friend.

As if he could hear Goku's wish, he put down his hand and turned it to another direction.

"Arrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"

His ki blast destroyed a hill nearby, threw away all his rage. Trunks flied off then, left Goten still lay unconscious somewhere there.

"Thank you, Dende, thank you!" Goku shouted and and wiped out his tears. He ran to get closer to his son. "Aw! How awful..." He spoke to himself. As he bended to help his unconscious son, a hand suddenly touched his shoulder gently from the back.

"Father..."

He turned his head and saw his eldest son smiled at him.

"Oh, Gohan! Let's help your brother! I'm sure he's fine..."

"Father, just leave him..."

An apparent shock was drawn on Goku's face, "What?!"

"Don't help him." Gohan said calmly. "Let him learn from the nature this time. He will be just fine. It won't be useful if we always bring him to home but keep rubbing it on his face about his mistakes. He'll kept denying and we'll never make it right. Let him come back by his own will someday, when his heart is opened and his anger subsided. It's only a matter of time. Trust me. All we have to do is waiting."

Goku looked at his eldest son thoughtfully. Of course, Gohan was much younger than him, but he had spent time with his younger brother much more than Goku had. He had to believe that Gohan knew his brother more than him and he was also much wiser.

Gohan nodded and kept smiling to assure his father, "There's nothing we need to be afraid. He'll survive. He inherited your Saiyan blood. He's strong. Trust me."

His calm voice didn't make Goku to think twice, "Yeah...I think you're right...But, how can I explain it to your mom?"

"I'll help you to talk to mom, don't worry. Let's go home father, let's go home."

-

"Ow, Trunks! What happened?!" His wife ran toward him as he entered at his room through the balcony. It had been something forbidden within the Briefs' household since the birth of their first born. "It will be a bad example for the kids." The female group; Bulma, Bulla and Marron argued against the male; Vegeta and Trunks one day.

"I don't want Cathy to see me in this state." He said pointing at his torn fabrics and his blood flown out from his bruises and cuts.

"Of course I'm not saying about you sneaking through the window! How did you get all this wounds?" She touched his brow to brush some dirts.

"I...I...fought with Goten..."

"What?! Well, tell me about this if don't mind, mister! Now sit! I'll go get some first aid kits for you!"

Trunks couldn't help but smiled at her wife's bossy attitude, well she got along with Bulla and Bulma too much...

-

"I'm glad you drop by. I'm so bored in here." Bulla said to her best friend. She was sitting on her bed, her back was leaned against an extra big pillow. She threw the fashion magazine she just read to her feet, "Where's your baby?"

"I give him chances to play with his Dad, so I can visit you alone." Pan searched the extra big room with her big eyes. It was obvious that Bulma had redone her daughter room in her best effort to make her more comfortable in her room. Since the doctor said that Bulla had to take bed rest during her pregnancy, Bulma had redecorated Bulla's room, had put a much bigger TV, and had provided the most advanced serving bots to help her whenever her family wasn't around.

And Pan couldn't stop admiring Bulma's genius and The Briefs' welfare..

"Well, I see your room get redone very well. What a very nice decoration, Bulla." She took a seat on the edge of the bed, and took the magazine Bulla just threw.

"Oh! You can't imagine my days! Getting stuck in this room! I can't even go shopping, you know. On line shopping is not enough for me..."

Pan smiled at her best friend, she was glad that Bulla had come back to her cheerful self. Pan really hoped that her best friend had forgotten Goten's bad action and she herself was also mad to him like the rest of the family, except her grandmother, of course.

Luckily, this unpleasantness didn't affect Pan's and Bulla's friendship.

"Hey, look at these maternity gowns! So adorable!" Pan commented on images of models in maternity gowns, most were strapless with pleats on the front sections which would hide swollen bellies very nicely.

"Why would I wear those? I never go anywhere." Bulla answered with a grim on her face.

"The doctor really don't allow you go anywhere?"

"I can walk around the house, but I can't be too tired."

"Come on, don't be sad. Hey, what the doctor said about your pregnancy? Have you known what your baby's sex is?"

Bulma entered at her daughter's room holding a capsule case in her hand, "Hey girls. See what I brought you." She emerged a capsule from her case, flipped it to a table near Bulla's bed and a laptop popped up there.

"Hey, no smoke..." Pan shouted.

"Yeah, this is the result of our years experiment, the reduction of smoke effects on our inventions." Bulma answered, "But that is not why I'm here. I have a better thing I want you to see."

"That's the new USG tools I designed? You finished them mom?" Bulla asked eagerly.

"Yes, dear. Now we are going to see how your baby looks like."

"O yeah..." The two girls cheered in unison.

Bulma started to prepare the tools and explain everything related to it. Then in few minutes the three had been admiring a fetus image on the laptop screen.

"Hey, it looks so real! You designed the tools, Bulla?" Pan asked.

"Sure! I studied medical engineering, remember?"

"Your baby looks so handsome, dear. It's a...boy!" Bulma shouted happily, pointed to the baby's genital.

"You have to start thinking about its name."

"It is HIS name now..."

"Hey, look! He has a tail!"

"Wow! He will be a new warrior!" Pan exclaimed.

"Really?"

"Yeas, dear. Trunks was born with tail and he likes fighting. But you don't." Bulma explained to her daughter.

"I was born with tail too, and so my father." Pan added.

"Your Dad will be very proud of his grandchild. Wait till I tell him the news. He always wants a boy."

"Really mom? But I think he is still mad at me. We haven't spoken to each other again since I went home from the hospital. It's been nearly five months." Her big blue eyes looked at her mother's and Bulma couldn't help but be touched by the glimpse of sadness on her daughter's eyes.

She put her hand on Bulla's shoulder to calm her, "He isn't mad at you, he's mad to himself. Even if he doesn't talk to you, he keeps watching you every time, he really cares if you're doing fine or not. Give him some times, would you?" She smiled at her, "And your baby needs lots of smiles from his mother, so keeps smiling..."

"Yes Bulla, your mom is right..." Pan hugged her best friend from the other side.

The aquamarine haired girl smiled; at the people around her, at herself, at her baby. The thing she'd been doing for months. She threw away all sadness refrained her from being happy. If we have an opened door for us, why should we keep looking at another closed door? She told herself. She had so many people around her who loved her, who cared about her more than she needed and so she would never let herself become sad because of the other people who DIDN'T love her.

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