Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Show ❯ Part 1: The Confrontation ( Chapter 9 )

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AN: Um, nothing new here.

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"Okay guys, this disc covers the Saiyan Saga, Frieza Saga, Trunks Saga, and Androids Saga," Ana read from the back of the case. "When it's done the disc will atomically eject and all you have to do is put in the next disc. Any questions?" she asked looking at the two boys who wore in the process of shoving popcorn down their throats. Both shook their heads.

Ana smiled. "Good. I'll send Brianna in as soon as her lesson is over."

After she left the room Trunks turned to Goten with a smile. "See I told you. No problems at all."

Goten nodded his head excitedly.

Trunks picked up the remote control that Ana had given him and pushed play. "Okay here we go."

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Bulma looked through the cupboard for the third time. She had no spaghetti noodles for dinner tonight. It was Bra's favorite meal and a requirement once a week.

She turned and looked at her daughter, who was coloring at the kitchen table. "Bra," she said sweetly, "would you mind if we had something else tonight?"

Bra looked up and smiled just as sweetly and said "Yes I think I would mind," then returned her attention to her coloring book.

Bulma rolled her eyes. `Well there goes that idea,' she thought. What was she going to do? She could have gone to the store but she wasn't up to fighting the crowds today. She realized that she had two choices, either fight the crowds or fight her daughter. Picking the lesser of two evils she headed upstairs to get her purse.

As she past the kitchen on her way to the door she called, "Bra honey I'm leaving. If you need anything, daddy's in the gravity room and grandma's in her bedroom."

Just as she put her hand on the doorknob she remembered something. `I can call ChiChi and borrow some noodles then have Trunks bring them home with him,' she thought.

She turned and went back in the kitchen and lifted the receiver off the wall. She dialed ChiChi's number while curling the cord around her finger.

"Hello," ChiChi said.

"Hi Chi!"

"Oh, hey Bulma! Whatcha ya doing!"

"Well I was about to fix dinner, but I don't have any noodles. You won't happen to have some I can borrow do you?"

"Sure I do."

"Okay thanks Chi. You saved me a trip to the store. Just have Trunks bring them with him when he comes home."

"What are you talking about Bulma?" ChiChi asked sounding confused. "Isn't Trunks with you?"

"No. He went over to your house," Bulma said.

"No he didn't."

Bulma looked back at Bra who hadn't even looked up from her book.

"Hold on a sec Chi," she said into the receiver then focused on her daughter. "Why do you say that Bra?"

"Because," she said not looking up, "I heard him trying to talk Goten into going to see the cartoon on the way home last night."

Bulma paled. "Are you sure he was going today?"

"Well, I heard him on the phone this morning telling Goten to meet him at their spot, so probably," she said shrugging her shoulders.

`Oh my God,' Bulma thought as she dropped the phone and ran out the front door. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her to the gravity room. When she reached it she quickly ran up the three short steps leading up to the door and banged as hard as she could on the door.

Vegeta snatched the door open, irritation and the word `what' clearly etched across his face.

"Trunks went to the Mansion," she said in huff, "to watch the episodes."

The irritation quickly melted away and was replaced by fear. Vegeta quickly masked his emotions as he said; "I'm going."

"Wait," Bulma said, "I want to go with you. Just let me tell mom to watch Bra."

Vegeta nodded his head curtly and said, "Hurry up."

With a nod, Bulma ran back into the house.

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Trunks couldn't believe his eyes. His dad was a villain. He watched in disgust as his father repeatedly tried to kill his friends and family on more than one occasion. His father, the man that he had worshipped all his life, had proven repeatedly that he could not be trusted. The father he knew, the one that had given his life for him was non-existent here. This man was ruthlessly, cold-hearted and completely evil. Trunks wanted to stop the disc, but something inside want to see more, wanted to see it all. So he sat there and watched in horrified silence as his best friend sat beside him and cheered his father on. It was the first time in his life that Trunks had ever wished that his father were someone else.

The most devastating blow came when his father watched himself as a baby and his mother fall from the sky in their plane, and instead of saving them he had chosen to look for a stupid android, claiming he `had no time for that woman and her child.' It was the most sickening thing Trunks had ever seen in his young life.

When the disc finally ejected itself from the player, Goten glanced at his friend, who sat stiffly and quietly next to him. He felt sorry for Trunks.

"It wasn't that bad Trunks," he said softly.

Trunks looked at his friend, his eyes glistening with tears he refused to shed, "What would you know about it? Your dad was the hero. Mine was just another bad guy."

"That not true Trunks. Your dad saved my dad when the heart disease attacked him and that android was going to kill him, " Goten said trying to make his friend feel better.

Trunks rolled his eyes and climbed off the couch. "Oh come Goten. You don't believe that any more than I do. The only reason my father killed that android was to show off his `great new power'."

"Trunks don't be like that," Goten said also getting down. "We haven't even watched all the discs yet. Your dad probably does a lot of great things after this."

"Forget that! I've seen enough to make me lose my lunch for the rest of my life," Trunks said heading for the door.

"But Trunks wait," Goten called after him.

Trunks ignored him and ran out the door. He had only taken three steps out the room when he ran into something solid. He grabbed on to it to stead himself. When he eyes refocused all he could see was blue. He looked up slowly and met with his father dark eyes. He gasped and immediately let go as if he had been burned and quickly back against the wall.

Vegeta could tell by the pale look on his son's face that they were too late. "Trunks," he said reaching out to grab the boy.

"You stay away from me!" Trunks cried pointing his finger at him. "You're a monster! You killed all those people for no reason. You even tried to kill Goku and everyone. Even Mom," he yelled.

Vegeta just stood there. All that the boy was excusing him of was true. There was nothing he could say.

Bulma stepped in front of her stoic husband and tried to calm the practically hysterical child. "Trunks, stop this," she said.

Trunks looked at his mother, realizing for first time that she was there. He quickly placed himself between her and Vegeta.

"I want you to stay away from my mother, do you hear me? I won't let you hurt her like you've done so many others," he said settling into a fighting stance, taught to him by the very man that he was preparing to use it on.

Vegeta looked at his son with wide eyes. The boy had struck a cord with his last statement. Hurting the woman or his children was his greatest fear and it looked like at least one of those fears was coming to light.

Bulma squatted down and turned Trunks around so he was facing her. She gripped his shoulders and gave him a gentle shake.

"I want you to stop this right now Trunks," she demanded.

Trunks couldn't believe she was taking his side on this. "But Mom he would have let us die!"

"Trunks I don't know what you're talking about," she said trying to understand the boy that was quickly becoming more and more upset.

Trunks could fight them no more and his tears broke free, his breathless sobs making him even harder to understand. "The day he fought androids 19 and 20 and our plane was crashing, he didn't even try to save us! You have to remember that!"

She did remember and she had forgiven it long ago. She lovingly began stroking her son's damp face and tried to explain. "Yes I remember. But I've forgiven that because we all deserve a second chance."

Trunks wasn't buying it. "Please make him leave mom. You can tell him to go. If you don't he'll hurt you. And Bra too. You wouldn't let him hurt Bra would you?"

Bulma lightly stroked his hair. "No Trunks. I won't ask him to go because you don't mean what you're saying."

"Fine!" Trunks said snatching away from her, "If you won't help me I'll fine another way to protect my sister!" On that note he took off down the hall.

"Trunks!" Bulma called and was preparing to go after him when a hand grabbed her shoulder.

She turned and looked at Vegeta. He shook is head and said, "Don't."

"But Vegeta he needs me," she said.

"Just don't," he repeated then turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Bulma felt torn. She knew Vegeta need time to himself and Vegeta seem to think Trunks also needed time. And yet she wanted nothing more than to go and comfort them both. Instead she turned to the small figure that had stood in the doorway for most of the confrontation.

"I'm sorry Bulma," Goten said softly.

"It's okay Goten," Bulma said reassuringly, knowing that it may never be okay again.

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Whew! All that drama has tired me out. I think its time for beddy-bye. Anyway, hope you'll liked this chapter. Don't forget to review. Thanks for reading.