Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Heart of Stone ❯ Shattered ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: "Shattered"

Then it was dinnertime....

Then it was dinnertime, probably the most difficult time of the day. All the family would sit down and eat together, and unfortunately...that included Vegeta. Feeling rather uncomfortable to be at the same table as him, I decided not to draw attention to myself, but to continue eating as if he weren't there. I looked up to see baby Trunks sitting directly across from me. I couldn't help but smile.*~ However, the lil' guy didn't reat the same way, instead he burst out crying!

"Oh, that's ok Trunks! Mommy's here!" comforted my mother. "There, there!"

I felt that I should help too, so I found myself making faces at myself! If you know what I mean! (lol). Heh, the kid bought it fine! I was starting to enjoy myself as well until I Vegeta said...

"Hmph, a baby playing with a baby!"

"Grr!" my good mood was over!

"You see what happens when you mother your children too much Bulma...they grow up soft!"

Then I answered back saying...

"There's a difference between babying, and actually showing that you care about someone, but I guess YOU wouldn't now anything about that now, would you?"

"Well, it looks like the little dog has some bark to go with his bite after all!" smartmouthed Vegeta.

"Would you two stop it!" yelled my mother. "If you want to argue then take it elsewhere!"

"We're already done, aren't we boy!"

"No Vegeta....I don't think we are." I said under my breath.

"What did you call me brat!" Vegeta yelled as he knocked his fist against the table knocking over his dinner glass.

"Vegeta!" I answered. "Isn't it a whole lot better to refer to someone by their name, instead of calling them something like, Boy, or BRAT!?" I answered sarcastically. I knew it was wrong and very rude, but I felt that it needed to be said.

"TRUNKS!??" my mother was getting very nervous, and the baby was beginning to get all worked up and excited as well.

"If you're looking for a fight, then you've just found it!" Vegeta threatened. He stood up with his fists clenched. Just then the baby started to cry.

"Vegeta! Sit down! You're scaring the baby!" yelled Bulma.

"Quiet! he responded. "That brat brought this on himself!" he said while pointing directly at me. "I've been more than patient, and it's time I taught him some respect!"

"Don't you worry about your son at all?! He's afraid of you! Don't you even care!!" I yelled.

"All I care about now is teaching you a lesson that you'll never forget!" he said with a small grin. I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't really looking to hurt me...but scare me. He wanted me to apologize again to show that he was large and in charge, and that I was just the little whimp who couldn't defend myself! Well, this time was going to be different. This time.... I WIN!

Just then, out of no where I threw my fist toward Vegeta's face and gave him the biggest punch in punch history!

"THWAP!" Vegeta tumbled backward and towards the wall, almost falling to the ground!

"What have I done!??!" I thought to myself. I found myself feeling very guilty.

The baby was now crying uncontrollably. "GASP! TRUNKS! What are you doing!!" my mother screamed.

"I, I didn't m...mean...err.." I was stumped for words!

"BIG MISTAKE KID!!" Vegeta wiped the blood from the corner of his lip. "FINISH WHAT YOU START!!!" Vegeta then came charging at me and gave me an enormously painful blow to the stomach!! The pain was so strong, that I fell to my knees and nearly collapsed!

"GASP!!! VEGETA!!!!" my mother screamed.

"grr...,...er...ahrr,,...." I couldn't say a word!

"Get Up Boy!" Vegeta opened the door and kicked me out of it!

"VEGETA!! LEAVE HIM ALONE! YOU'RE HURTING HIM!!" my mother was nearly in tears.

"What?! You mean the way he hurt me?! I'm just giving the boy a lesson in discipline! And exactly what he wanted the whole time..... a good fight!" commented Vegeta.

I looked at him as he left the front door and slowly approached me.

"What's the matter boy? are you in pain? I thought you were tougher than that!?"

"grr....er.r...." I continued to groan. Vegeta then picked me up by the collar and made a fist. I closed my eyes awaiting the tremendous blow that I was about to receive....but, it never came? Just then, I opened my eyes and saw Vegeta looking at the side of my face where I seemed to be bleeding. I knew he felt that he went too far. Instead, all he ended up saying was...

"No...you're not worth my time. You're too weak to have good sport with!" He then threw me back to the ground, and went back in to the house and upstairs. I was to busy paying mind to Vegeta that I did not even see my mother standing at the front door holding baby Trunks. She was crying. She ran over to see if I was alright, and helped me back inside.

"I'm sorry mother," I managed to say.

"It's not your fault," she replied.

"I did not plan on spending my last couple of days in this timeline like this!" I thought. "But I don't understand Vegeta!" I thought back to when we fought Cell and Yamcha had said that he went ballistic over me. I thought it was because he cared, but now I realize he was probably just upset that he had no one to boss around anymore.... or maybe he was just waiting for a good enough excuse to attack Cell without looking like a complete idiot!

I looked at my mother as she began to pick up the shattered pieces of Vegeta's glass. I looked at it and thought of myself, and how just like the glass, my pride had been shattered as well.*~