Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ From The Pages ❯ The Party ( Chapter 4 )

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From The Pages

By: Nova Starlight

Chapter 4: The Party

The night of Goten and Trunks' housewarming party finally arrived and Vegeta was still struggling with the decision of whether or not he should put in an appearance. He sat on the bed and watched as Bulma looked at herself in the mirror and then began putting on makeup. “Are you going?” she asked over her shoulder as if she were reading his thoughts.

“I am not sure if I should,” he replied. She stopped primping herself in the mirror and turned to look at him. He sat there with his shoulders slumped and one the meekest looks on his face. She rarely saw this side of Vegeta before Trunks' death and now it was more and more commonplace, a fact she was not sure if she appreciated as much as she may have once thought she would.

“Look,” she said placing a hand on his shoulder. “I think what Goku told you is right, you should at least make one real attempt at earning Trunks' forgiveness before you just throw in the towel. If you do not try, you will just spend the rest of your life wondering if your apology would have made any difference. I am not entirely sure why he hates you so much but you are not the only one who has done some reflecting. I was not exactly mother of the year and I hate admitting that I neglected him in favor of Bra when she was born but there is nothing I can do to take that back now. I just appreciate every day that I have Trunks back on this Earth with me.” Then she moved her hand away and finished putting on her makeup in silence. When she left the room a few minutes later with Bra at her side he had made his decision.

The party was in full swing when Bulma and Bra arrived and Goten was a little saddened by the fact that Vegeta had not come along but he kept quiet about it and just smiled brightly at Trunks. The party was getting ready to wind down when Goten heard the doorbell and he felt his heart jump in his throat. It had to be Vegeta, everyone else that they had invited was here, and he wondered if Trunks had picked up on that. He slowly moved away from the door and watched as Trunks made his way over to open it. He could feel himself preparing for a very bad reaction.

The door was opened and there stood Vegeta looking right in to Trunks' eyes. He saw the look of utter shock on his face that switched to anger within a few seconds time. “What in the hell are you doing here?” he asked. “Never mind,” he continued without giving Vegeta a chance to respond. “I don't care why you are here I just want you to be gone and then he went to slam the door in his face. Goten put his hand in the way to stop him and looked right into Trunks' eyes.

“What is the big deal with letting him stay?” Goten asked sweetly. All of a sudden the anger that had been directed at Vegeta was directed at him and he had no idea what to do. Trunks let go of the door and grabbed Goten's arm instead, then pulled him away to the kitchen. “Why did you pull me in here?” he asked.

“What is going on between you and my dad?” Trunks asked. “You have been defending him ever since I got back and you keep making attempts to patch us up, as if we ever had a fucking father-son relationship to begin with. I want a goddamned explanation.” Goten was both surprised and a little upset himself/

“Would you quit yelling at me like I am a child! I was just trying to be helpful and keep you from one day regretting that you never patched things up with your dad because he didn't hold you enough as a kid!” The second the words had tumbled past his lips he wanted to take them back but he did not get the chance.

“Fuck You! Goten! You don't have the slightest clue about it or anything else. I just wish you would quit acting like my damn mother and respect my fucking wishes. Then he turned and walked out of the room and back into the party. The fight had not come to blows but the stress of it weighed down on Goten and he felt tears coming to his eyes. He stayed in the kitchen and allowed himself to cry over the fact that he had once again had a fight with Trunks over his parents and he wondered if maybe Trunks was right and he should just stay out of it.

When Trunks returned back to the party he saw that no one had even noticed the spectacle at the front door and the music had been playing so loud that no one had heard the fight. He walked over to the wall and leaned back against it with his arms crossed, not even realizing that the person he got that stance from was watching him carefully from across the room. Minutes later when Goten re-entered the room with eyes that looked slightly puffy he felt his regret about coming here kick in, he had no intention of making Trunks and Goten fight over his presence here, especially not to the point where Goten was in tears.

He was not the only one who felt guilty when he caught sight of those eyes. Trunks had never intended to upset Goten that much and he probably should not have even yelled at him to begin with. A slow song came on at the most opportune moment and he moved away from the wall to approach him. “I am sorry Goten,” he whispered in a voice thick with emotion. “I should not have yelled at you, you were just trying to help me and I should have seen it as proof that you love me and my stubborn ego.”

Goten smiled and wrapped his arms around his neck. “I should not have yelled at you either and if I can love you in all your stupidity then you can put up with mine”

They kissed lightly and Trunks whispered. “I will make it up to you later.” Then they just held onto each other; both glad they could be so easily forgiven. When Vegeta witnessed the exchange between them he concluded that he had done enough damage for the evening. He said a quick goodbye to Bulma and Goku, and then he left the party and returned to Capsule Corp. to wait for his family to return to him.

Goku had mixed feelings as he watched Vegeta leave in an obvious sulk. In some ways it was refreshing to not observe every emotion Vegeta had being suppressed by outward anger. On the other hand he could no understand the depth of Trunks' grudge against him. He would not spoil this party anymore than it had been already but tomorrow he intended to talk about this whole situation with Trunks. Then he forced himself to put it out of his mind and he watched as Gohan danced with Pan in his arms and Goten was held in Trunks' embrace; His family was alive, happy, and healthy, which was more than enough for him in this turbulent world.

The next day everyone slept in, so it was almost noon when everyone began to work on cleaning up after the party. Goku grabbed a few sacs of garbage and asked Trunks to grab the rest of them to take them out. Trunks picked them up without question and followed him out of the house where everyone was doing the last of the cleaning. He dumped the sacs by the back door and turned to return to the house but Goku stopped him. “What is going on?” he asked.

“I wanted to talk to you about what is going on between you and Vegeta,” he replied.

“Come on Goku, what goes on between my father and I, is none of your business.” Then he moved as if he was going to try walking around him but Goku blocked him again. “Why is this so important to you?” Trunks asked him in frustration.

“Because I have no idea how I would react if Goten despised me as much as you seem to despise your father. Besides I know a little more about the situation than you do, and I think I could share it with you if you are willing to listen.”

“Man, everyone thinks they have some insight into my head and what happened between my father and me for years; does everyone read minds?” He ran his fingers through his hair and sat down on the grass. “Well impart your wisdom on me, oh great and wonderful Goku,” he said in a voice dripping with sarcasm.

Goku did not let Trunks' attitude faze him and he sat down on the grass in front of him. “I went by Capsule Corp. the other day and I had a talk with Vegeta but did you know that there is no longer a gravity room structure on the premises?”

“About my time my mother refused to repair them when he would tear them up with his tantrums,” he replied.

Goku sighed and realized that he was not going to get through to Trunks this way. “Well fine then if that is what you think happened; let me ask you this, do you know how you were brought back from otherworld?”

“I must have been wished back with the dragonballs,” he replied. When he saw Goku shake his head, thought again. “Namek's dragonballs then,” he asserted. Goku shook his head once again and finally Trunks said, “Okay, how was I brought back then?”

“Your father made a deal with someone in otherworld that if they brought you back he would allow his soul to be sent to hell when he died, instead of Heaven where the Supreme Kai had ordered he be sent after the Buu incident.” Trunks face was showing his surprise at Goku's answer.

“Why would he do that?” Trunks asked in a small voice that sounded almost like the voice of a stunned child. “He barely gave a damn for me as a child and I was as good as wallpaper once Bra was born, why would he make such a sacrifice for me?”

“Because he loves you,” Goku answered. “He never once suggested to me that he was not at fault for your bad blood but is that any reason to let it continue like this?”

Trunks nodded and as he watched Goku stand up he asked, “Who in otherworld did he make a deal with?”

“I am not sure,” Goku replied. “He would not tell me when I asked.” Then he turned and walked into the house. Trunks mind was racing but within a matter of seconds he had come up with a plan and raced off to find a dragon radar.

To Be Continued. . .