Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Never Give Up ❯ Chapter 34 ( Chapter 34 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

 
I NEVER GIVE UP
By: AMCM74
 
 
Chapter 34
 
Trunks stormed through the house. Bra close behind him, confusion etched on her delicate features. “FATHER!! Where are you! Father!”

“Calm down it can not be that bad, Trunks.” Bra grabbed his arm “All you are going to accomplish is getting your ass kicked.”

Trunks let out a low growl “Good. I need the fight. I am aching to get my hands on him.”

“Brat.” Vegeta sudden appeared in the darken hallway behind Trunks.

Bra gasped as her brother snapped around to face their father. “What is going on here?” She lost her hold on Trunks' arm

Vegeta crossed his arms “I take it you have seen Aiko.” He let his ark eye bore into his son's light blue ones

“Yes, I have. I am not pleased at all, Dad. What in Dende's name were you thinking?”

“She needed the training to protect herself.” Vegeta answer quite bluntly. “The time chamber was the best decision. I am not going to let your only child run around this planet defenseless.” Pinning Trunks with his dark eyes Vegeta muttered “It took you long enough to produce that one. Who knows if there will ever be another?”

Bra bit her lip. This was going to be a one hell of a fight if she did not try to stop it. Glancing around she wondered what she could do to stop it.

Mark came up behind her. “I put Mr. Sanders and Melody in the living room.” He dropped a hand on his mates shoulder “What is going on here?”

Bra failed her arms helplessly and pointed to her father and brother. “Dad took Aiko to the time chamber and Trunks is upset over it and... To make a long story short they are both upset.”

Mark walked around Bra. “Time chamber....” Shaking his head he sighed heavily. “I will never get it all straight.” He listens thoughtfully as the two other men in Bra's life argued amongst themselves.

“When and IF Pan and I ever have any more children it is of no concern of your. That is our business.” Trunks clinched his fists and stepped toward the Prince of Saiyans.

Vegeta remained relaxed waiting for Trunks to make his move. “You forget who you are talking to...boy.” He smirked. Bulma's temper tantrums were one thing. Pan's rage was another. But this, this was different. Trunks was his son and a Saiyan. Vegeta could take his frustrations out on him, as long as he held back.

Suddenly Mark was between the two pushing Trunks back. “Listen, Trunks what's done is done. There is nothing good in fighting you own father.”

“Wanna bet?” Trunks tried to pull himself away from the other man.

Vegeta stood baffled. Looking at Bra he asked “Girl, Did you use the Dragon balls after we were specifically told not to?”

Bra shook her head and stared in silence as Mark negotiated with Trunks. “Trunks, Is Aiko alright? Did he hurt her?”

Trunks shook his head. “She is fine, three years old now, but fine.”

Mark blinked and looked over at Vegeta “Three?” he blinked “Really?” Vegeta nodded. Mark turned his attention back to Trunks. “Well then, she is old enough to understand when you come home all bruised and beaten that her old Grandpa there whooped the tar out of you.” Mark watched trunks eyes narrow. “Sorry Trunks, but you have both hit me, and Vegeta packs a more solid hit.”

Vegeta chuckled and Bra glared over at him. “Dad!”

Vegeta looked at her. “I do not know what to make of the man. He is denying me one of the best sparing challenges I have had in along time, and I still like his style.” With a snort he turned “I am going to bed. Some one had better explain this to me in the morning.”

Trunks growled and made one last attempted to push around Mark. With a sigh Mark Flared with power and Trunk's eyes snapped open as his aggrieve ki sank into Mark and was negated. “That was uncalled for.” Trunks rose his blazing blue eyes to Mark's dancing green ones.

“Sorry.” Mark let got and rubbed his wrists. “But you saved me from my mother so I returned the favor with your dad.”

Bra walked over and took Mark's hands in hers looking them over “Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?”

Trunks groaned, “Stop coddling him, Bra. It is sickening.”

Mark set a frown on his face and looked at Trunks “Shut up, she can coddle me as much as she wants to.”



Gina Devero looked over the contracts as she sat behind the president's desk at Global INC. “So with my son declared incompetent the company reverts to me.” She tapped her pencil on the documents.

A voice over the speakerphone answered “yes Mrs. Devero. Unless Mr. Devero shows up and proves his metal health he is unable to run Global correctly. So now that you are in charge what would you like us to do?”

Gina smiled and pulled off her glasses “Sell it.” The voice was cool and calm.

“SELL IT?!?!” the response was quick.

Gina tossed her gold-rimmed glasses to the table. “I am sorry to admit this, but I am growing to old for the riggers of a company with the magnitude that Global has. It would be in the best interest to sell to a profitable buyer.”

“I will drawl up some papers and get you the spread sheet.” The voice sounded dejected as he hung up.

Gina smiled and twirled around in her son's car. “That should get you out of hiding Mark.” She looked at the picture of Thomas Devero that hung on the wall. “Everything would have been so different to day if you had lived Tom.” She frowned “I wonder if the detective was right. Could you have been killed?” she shook her head. “I have more important things to think about. I have to get rid of Mark once and for all. With him out of the way Melody will have a secure future.”



Melody Sanders sat next to her father in the expansive living room of Capsule Corp. “I have never seen any thing this large since I was small.” She leaned over and whispered in her father's ear.

Jonathan smiled and hugged his daughter in a comforting embrace “Get use to it. This is the world your Mother and brother are from. Now that she has told you about Mark you will be seeing more of it.”

Melody rested her head against her father chest and asked, “You know I don't really like this life style. I just want a nice little house with a tiny yard. There is less to mow that way.”

Jonathan laughed, “Ask Mr. Brief is he even knows what a tractor looks like. I bet you he doesn't. They have people to do it all for them.”

Melody shrugged “I guess.”

“Would you have preferred to live this way?” Her father asked a touch of sadness in his voice.

“Mom gave me everything I wanted growing up.” Melody sat up and looked at him “The only thing I wanted more was you.”

“Awww Mel. You are too good to me.” He looked over with the sad eyes that had haunted Melody her entire life time “I do not deserve such a wonderful daughter.”

“Of course you do.” Melody tilted her head and wondered what it was that ate at her father so. All her life, he has acted as if there was some deep pain in his heart. Some day she would know what it was, and then she would make that sadness go away, forever.