Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It Was Supposed To Be Forever ❯ Chapter 3

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It Was Supposed to be Forever: Chapter 3



Trunks heard the door slam as Vegeta left the house. He could feel his
father's ki rising, full of anger and something else that Trunks wasn't
exactly sure how to define. Vegeta took to the air as Trunks felt him fade
away, his ki too distant to be detected. Part of him wanted to jump up and
follow his father. But the small sobs that were floating up the stairs kept
him rooted in place.

His parents fought a lot. It had become a normal part of life to hear Bulma
and Vegeta, hidden behind closed doors so not to upset him, murmuring in
wordless angry tones at one another. But she had never cried before. His
mother never cried, or at least, he had never seen her cry. The sobs that
filtered into his ears told him that this was one fight that wouldn't be
solved after a few days of his father sleeping on the couch, which was where
Trunks found him more and more often as of late. Without knowing what he was
doing, Trunks crept down the stairs.


:: Dende Vegeta, please not you too! Please tell me this isn't true ::
Bulma sobbed, the tears flowing freely down her face and onto her thighs.
She wanted to believe him. She wanted him to walk back into the room and take
her in his strong arms, telling her that there WAS a reasonable explanation.
And she wanted to believe that it was true, what she had seen had been
nothing more but a trick of lighting. But she couldn't. She couldn't bring
herself to believe that, not after looking at the pictures that was proof
positive that he had kissed another woman.

Her teeth were vibrating she was crying so hard. How could he do that to
her? After all their years together, after all the work it had taken them
just to get this far? Their relationship has never been easy. He was cold,
stubborn and too damn proud for his own good. And she was stubborn, proud and
fiery. They clashed all the time, their personalities too alike to allow
anything else. What it had taken to get this far was a lot of time,
understanding and compromise. Lying in his arms at night, she had never once
regretted all the energy it had taken and she knew that neither had he. Then
how could he run off and kiss another woman? Was he really that fickle? Or
was her time up, now that she was getting older and her body wasn't the same
as it had been before she had given birth to his child? Did he finally get
bored with her and not tell her?

"Mom?" came a small voice from the doorway.

::Oh shit! TRUNKS!:: Bulma thought. With everything that had happened,
she had forgotten that it was Saturday, meaning he's be home instead of in
school.

"Mom, are you ok?" he asked as his voice shook. Seeing her this way
scared him because his mother was invincible in his eyes. She was as strong
emotionally as his father was physically. She quickly wiped her tears away.

"I'm fine honey." She said, trying to sound cheerful and calm but only
sounding hollow in her own ears. She got to her feet and gathered the tabloid
Vegeta had left crumpled on the sofa. The last thing her son needed to see
was a picture of his father kissing another woman.

"Where did Dad go?" he asked almost meekly, still standing in the
doorway. The mask of mock calmness faltered on Bulma's face for a second. She
regained her composure quickly before answering.

"He went out." She said, smiling at her son in an attempt to make him
feel at ease again. Ironic how the only excuse she could come up with was the
one that had enraged her so badly the other night. "Hey. How would you like
to go see Goten? I bet he'd love it if you went over to play." Trunks' face
lit up. Seeing Goten meant a sparring session.

"Really Mom? Can I?"

"Sure honey! Let me call ChiChi and then I'll drop you off over there,
how does that sound?"

"Can I spend the night too?"

"I'll have to ask ChiChi, but I'm sure it'll be ok. Go get your stuff
ready." Trunks ran up the stairs. Bulma hoped that ChiChi would forgive her
rudeness of inviting Trunks to stay at her house without consulting her
first, but she had a pretty good idea that once she knew what had happened,
it would be ok. Bulma promised herself that somehow she'd make it up to
ChiChi before picking up the phone.

"ChiChi? It's Bulma."


Half an hour later Trunks saw the small house that the Son family lived
in come into view. He had been quiet in the car, something he doubted his
mother even noticed. He may have been young, but he knew what she was trying
to do. She was trying to keep his mind off the argument he had overheard. He
didn't want to make her cry again so he played along.

His mind was racing. What if his father never came back? Would he have to
go live in another house? Trunks knew a few of the kids in his class had
parents that were divorced, so he had a basic idea of what was going to
happen. Parents had to be married before they could get divorced didn't they?
He didn't know if his parents had ever been married. He didn't want his
parents to split up; he didn't want his dad to leave. He was the richest boy
in the entire world and the only thing he had ever wanted was a house with a
mom and a dad who didn't fight all the time. Was that possible? All the
married couples he had even known fought all the time. Eighteen and Krillin
were at each other's throats, his grandparents had their moments, even the
neighbors were always yelling at each other. Rolling his eyes, he wondered
why grown-ups bothered to fall in love at all if all they did was fight with
each other only to split up eventually anyway.

What would he do without his dad? Would he be like Goten then? But Goten
had Gohan to hang around with. Who would he train with? Certainly not Gohan
or Goten, they didn't really train, not like his father did.

Vegeta was different than other fathers; he didn't play baseball or go to the
park with his son. He trained him constantly, molding him to be a warrior.
Sometimes he'd even tell him stories of Vegetasei, the planet that Trunks
would be the Prince of if it still existed. And his father would have been
King. Trunks didn't care what planet they were on, he saw his father as more
than a mere king, he was a god. Since he could remember Vegeta was hard on
him in the gravity chamber, pushing him harder, making him strive to be the
best. After a workout, lying bruised and exhausted at his father's feet he
would force himself to look up into his face. Every time he hoped to see
pride in how hard he had worked to see a small flash that indicated that
Vegeta was proud of him. It had become his goal to make his father proud. If
he left, how could he ever prove to his father that he was worthy enough to
be called the Prince of all Saiyans, worthy of being his heir?

::Is this my fault?:: Trunks asked himself. Had he done something to make his
father unhappy and therefore, mad at his mother? His mother. Would she leave
him too? Would his father go in one direction and her in the other, leaving
him all alone with his grandparents? Or would she stay like she was now with
her hands clutching the steering wheel and her eyes set forward, doomed to a
stony silence that was so unlike her? It was more than he could handle
thinking about.


The car came to a stop outside the Son house. Trunks grabbed his bag and
opened the door. Before jumping out, he turned to his mother.

"Is dad coming back?" Bulma felt her eyes well up with tears at her son's
question. Hope and fear shone out at her from her son's eyes, the same blue
as her's but set in his father's scowl.

"I don't know." She whispered, holding the tears back. She was grateful
for her sunglasses; at least he would be able to see the water in her eyes.

Trunks turned from his mom, hiding the tears in his own eyes. He knew that no
matter what happened, he couldn't let her see him cry. He had to be strong
for her. He jumped out of the car and slammed the door behind him, rocking
the frame. She waited until he was inside, waved at the very annoyed looking
ChiChi before driving away.