Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Becoming Trunks ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ Akira Toriyama does and this will hold true for the whole story.

 

Chapter 1

 

"You are such a heartless bastard!" shouted Trunks. He would never be able to live up to what his father thought he should be. He would never be the man his father expected him to be. He would never be like the boy from the future. "Don't you think that maybe the reason the boy from the future is so different from me was because he didn't have to grow up with you as a father?" There he had said it. All the years of torment he had endured from this man, and he swore he would never say those words out loud. But it was true. Vegeta was the reason he had become the person he was. Vegeta's constant berating of him had finally taken its toll on Trunks' battered self-esteem.

 

Vegeta looked at his son. Although the harsh words had cut through him like a knife, he would not show his pain. Deep down the Saiyan prince knew this to be the truth, but he would never admit it to anyone. A fire rose in his black, stony eyes. If looks alone could kill, Trunks would be dead. Vegeta didn't say a word to his son. Hate was all his face could show. He walked away. This hurtful declaration had forever changed their relationship. From this point forward, things would never be the same between the two men.

 

Trunks stood his ground. He wanted to chase after his father and beat the hell out of him, but he knew such and effort was useless. His father was much stronger and would most definitely not go easy on him. Suddenly his legs began to feel weak, as if they might give out right there and he would tumble to the ground. His stomach was in knots. He felt like he would vomit and pass out all at the same time. Trunks realized that he had hurt his father deeply. In the moment he shouted his heated accusations, he had wanted to hurt Vegeta. Now he wasn't so sure. He could never take those words back.

 

Mom! I have to talk to mom, he thought. Mom was the only one who would understand. Mom was the only other person on the planet who had to endure the merciless disapproval of the prince of all Saiyans. He managed to get his head together enough to make the trip to his mother's office. At first he walked, then ran, and then flew into the air. Flying always helped to ease the nausea that his father's disapproving words caused him to feel. Trunks took the long way to his mother's office so that he could stay in the air just a little longer. The cool air against his flushed face felt good, making him want to linger and savor the breeze before he touched down.

 

He reached Bulma's office and went in. Her office door was open and there was a woman sitting at his mother's desk rummaging through some of her papers and talking to someone on the speakerphone. “I can't find it, Bulma,” the woman said with desperation in her voice.

 

“It has to be there! It just has to!” came the unmistakable voice of Bulma over the speakerphone. “Look in the middle drawer of the file cabinet on the wall closest to my desk,” she said. Trunks stood back while he watched the woman anxiously continue her search for whatever they were looking for. She was young. He had never seen her before. He wondered who she was.

 

The woman went to the file cabinet that Bulma had suggested and opened it. She quickly rifled through some folders and after a few seconds, found what they had been looking for. “Here it is!” she said out loud.

 

“Thank goodness,” said Bulma's voice. “That's a relief.”

 

The woman turned to face the phone. “I will be right over to the lab with the reports,” she said.

 

“Take your time. I'm just relieved you found them,” said Bulma.

 

“Thanks. See you in a minute.” The woman pushed a button on the phone and gathered up the documents. She was so immersed in what she was doing that she did not see Trunks enter the room. She came around the desk and caught sight of him standing there and screamed, nearly dropping her papers. “You scared the crap out of me! Who are you and what are you doing here?”

 

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I was looking for my mother,” said Trunks apologetically.

 

The woman raised an eyebrow at him. She looked over to Bulma's desk and picked up a picture. She held it up to Trunks' face comparing the two. She then breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay, I guess you are allowed in here. Just don't sneak up on my like that!”

 

“Again, I apologize,” said Trunks with a small grin.

 

“Apology accepted. My name is Miyuki. You must be Trunks. I have heard a lot about you.” She held out her hand.

 

Trunks did the same and they shook hands. “You've heard about me, huh? That can't be good,” he said.

 

“Why do you say that?” asked Miyuki, a puzzled look on her face.

 

Trunks felt tears welling up in his eyes. Watching Miyuki had made him forget his troubles, but when the question had been asked, it all came back like a tidal wave engulfing him. He turned away from her. “I need to find my mother. Can you tell me where she is?”

 

“She's in the lab. Do you want me to take you to her?” Her voice was soft and calm, as if she could see the anguish on his face.

 

Trunks saw a chair. He walked over to it and collapsed into it. He dropped his face into his hands and began to sob. He couldn't control it anymore. The tears just kept coming. Once he started, he couldn't stop.

 

Miyuki walked over to where he was sitting and pulled up a chair so that she could sit in front of him. She wasn't sure what to do. Should I go get Bulma, she asked herself, or should I stay with him? She decided the latter was a better idea. When he got hold of himself she would go get Bulma.

 

“Dammit, I'm sorry! I'm so embarrassed!” declared Trunks.

 

“It's okay, really,” she said to him. She reached over and grabbed some tissues from the desk and handed them to him.

 

He looked up at her and seized the tissues, softly brushing the tips of his fingers against her hand. He sat back in the chair and tried to compose himself. “You have no idea what it's like to be me,” he disclosed to Miyuki.

 

“No, I don't,” she agreed. “I do know what it is like to work for your mother, though. I have only met your father once and he scared me to death,” she replied.

 

Trunks managed a small laugh when he heard that statement. He imagined his father tried his best to intimidate everyone he met. “Why haven't I ever seen you before?” he asked, attempting to change the subject.

 

“I'm always in the lab. Your mom sent me here to find some papers. She would have done it herself, but she was immersed in a very technical experiment,” replied Miyuki. “Which reminds me, I need to get these over to her quickly.” She grabbed a piece of paper off Bulma's desk and scribbled on it. “Here is my cell phone number if you need to talk.” She handed Trunks the paper. “I will tell your mom that you are here and need to talk to her.” Again he felt the softness of her skin as their fingers brushed against each other as he grasped the scrap of paper. She smiled as their hands touched and winked before turning abruptly and exiting the office.

 

She is very pretty, thought Trunks. She has dark brown hair and blue eyes like his mother. Her hair is curly and long. She had it pulled away from her face with selected curls dangling against her cheek. Her ponytail almost reached her waist. She wore a lab coat over her standard Capsule Corp. polo shirt and khaki's. She has olive skin, which was unlike the fair skin that seemed to run in the Brief's family. Trunks looked down at the number scribbled on the piece of paper. Perhaps I could call her, he thought.

 

While sitting in the chair, his mind wandered from thoughts of the lovely woman he'd just met to his father, then to his mother, and finally to his sister, Bra. How he hated her. Since the day his sister was born, she was all his father wanted to talk about. His little Saiyan princess. The way his father fawned over her disgusted Trunks. She got away with all the things he was never able to get away with. She had Vegeta wrapped around her little finger. Trunks shook his head in an attempt to remove the thoughts from his mind.

 

After about ten minutes' time, a frantic Bulma showed up. “What's wrong honey?” she said as she ran into her office. She ran over to her son and wrapped her arms around him. She ran her hands over his hair. That soothing gesture always helped to calm him when he and his father had been fighting. “What did Vegeta say to you now?” she asked.

 

“More of the same,” he said. “He called me a `pussy' and a `momma's boy', et cetera. He really doesn't want me to go to college, Mom. He wants me to stay here and be his personal punching bag.”

 

Bulma held him closer and kissed his forehead. “I know,” she whispered to her son. “Don't listen to him. He is proud of you no matter what he says.”

 

Trunks pulled away from her. “No, Mom. He has never been proud of me.” Trunks stood up and walked to the other side of the office. “I want to go to college. I don't want to spend the rest of my life training. I'm sick of training!”

 

Bulma looked at her son. No matter how proud she was of him, it just wasn't enough. He deeply needed to be accepted by his father, but Vegeta could be a heartless bastard at times. Bulma had seen the good side of her mate on many occasions, but when it came to Trunks, he was ruthless. “He'll come around,” she managed to say; though she knew when she said it, it wasn't enough.

 

Trunks looked at his mother with disbelief. “Why do you always take his side?” he shouted at her.

 

“Trunks, I am not taking sides. He is my husband and you are my son. You know I want you to go to college and eventually take over Capsule Corp. Honestly, I think he just doesn't want you to leave,” she managed to say.

 

“He doesn't want me to leave because then he can't control my every action,” said Trunks.

 

“That isn't true,” his mother protested.

 

“It is true Mom!” Trunks could feel the tears coming again. How he hated to cry. Crying made him the weak boy his father told him he was. “This is pointless. You just don't understand.” Trunks walked out of the office.

 

Bulma ran after him. “Trunks wait!” she shouted. “Don't leave like this. You can't keep running away!”

 

Trunks kept on walking, forcing himself not to look back. He got outside and leapt up into the air. Bulma was still chasing him when he rose into the sky.

 

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