Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ THE TRUNKS AND ALANNA SAGA ❯ Vegeta...How Could You? ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter Eleven

"Vegeta...How Could You?"

Weeks passed, and Vegeta seemed to get grumpier. He often felt the surge in Trunks' power, and each time he retreated to the gravity room to train. It made him angry when he though of how strong he would be by the end of the month because this certainly wasn't the way he wanted to go about it! Sometimes Shauna would visit him. Eventually she coaxed him into sharing what was on his mind and he was grateful for the company. She turned out to be an excellent listener, letting him go on as long as he liked, sometimes almost an hour, without saying a word. When he finally calmed and slowed to a stop, she offered simple, levelheaded advice. Over time though, he withdrew. He still felt he had to keep Alanna and Trunks apart, it got in the way of Trunks' studies and training, which Vegeta would not allow. Shauna tried to convince him to leave them alone.

"There's no reason why you cant just let them be, Trunks doesn't need to train anyway!" She said one day. Vegeta was surprised at first because lately she'd only been coming to sit by him, not speaking if he didn't seem talkative.

Then he rounded on her. "What would you know about it? You don't know what's best for him!"

For the first time, she cowered back. "Neither do you." She pointed out meekly. Vegeta glared icily at her until she cast her eyes down.

"Sorry..." She turned and slunk from the room.

"Hey!" Vegeta called after her. He hadn't meant to frighten or offend. "Come back!"

She didn't.

Shauna didn't visit again all through the following week. Vegeta spent his days and nights in the gravity room, coming out only to eat. He even slept there under a medium intensity of pressure, therefore training at least 23/7. He was fuming every minute of consciousness for many reasons. He was annoyed with himself for having to admit that he missed Shauna. He was angry at her for being hurt, furious with himself for hurting her! He was sad that she didn't come anymore, which also made him short temper react. But what really fed the fire was Alanna. If all his other problems were small branches, Alanna was the huge tree. It was all her fault, directly or indirectly, it didn't matter to him. He had to get rid of her. He finally shut off the overheated gravity machine and wandered outside. Vegeta sat on the grass, trying to think of some effective but subtle way to extricate her from his son's mentality.

Alanna knew there was only one way she and Trunks could he happy. Though she admired his rebellious attitude, she knew her way would be final and effective, no matter how daunting the task. She had to make peace with Vegeta.

She left Trunks reading in his room and went in search of Vegeta. It'd be easy, she knew, to find him. There were only two places Vegeta would be, eating or training. Yet she searched both the kitchen and the gravity room, and Vegeta was nowhere to be seen. When she glanced out the window, she saw him outside. He was getting up from the grass and starting to train. Alanna rolled her eyes. Of course. She should have known. She went out the front door and approached him cautiously. Alanna had thought out what she was going to say, but the sight of Vegeta, with his endless mass of muscle, the dangerous glint in his dark eyes, the cat-like, stalking way he moved and the deadly enthusiasm with which he struck his invisible foe made her shudder to think the air might be replaced with her. But how else were she and Trunks supposed to live in peace?

Trunks was getting slightly worried. He hadn't really thought to ask where Alanna was going. She hadn't been gone long, but he couldn't put her from his mind. He just had a bad feeling...he couldn't say why. Trunks decided to put his mind at ease and just go see what Alanna was up to. He rolled off the bed and started down the hall. He expected to feel better, as he was going to see that she was perfectly fine, but as he walked, his feeling of dread intensified. Trunks quickened his pace. He'd see what this was all about.

Alanna started forward. She'd hoped that Vegeta would stop training, but she realized it was a groundless hope. He wouldn't stop for anything, let alone for her. She knew he hated her. Alanna stopped a safe distance away and cleared her throat, trying to get his attention. She got it all right, but hardly in the way she wanted. Vegeta rounded on her like he had Shauna, growling and glaring. She stumbled backwards as he advanced.

"V-Vegeta!" She stammered. "Calm down! I-I'm not here to fight! I just wanted to talk to you...please, Trunks and I aren't doing anything wrong! Don't you want him to be happy? I know you couldn't care less about me, but think of Trunks!"

Vegeta snarled. He wasn't listening to her, she realized. He was just angry...

"Vegeta!" She pleaded. "Stop!"

He still prowled forward, hands clenched into fists. Alanna tried to keep her distance, but his strides were bigger than hers and he refused to let the space between them lessen. She could feel his hatred in the air; it was seething and so strong it was almost palpable. She watched in horror as he raised a hand and his ki started to form an electric blue ball.

Trunks was drawn to the front hall. He was driven by some unseen force, compelled to open the door. He had such a terrible sinking feeling he thought he was going to be sick. Something was wrong, he knew it. Something was very wrong. Alanna needed him...Trunks opened the door.

"W-what are you going to do?" Alanna stammered.

The prince smirked slowly, evilly. "Destroy you." He rumbled.

Alanna tried to scuttle backwards, but her foot caught on a rock and she fell. "Don't!" She tried to stop him. "Please, wait! Vegeta!"

He smirked down at her and fired.

Alanna felt nothing.