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► Prologue     Chapter 01     Chapter 02     Chapter 03     Chapter 04     Epilogue Trunks slammed the door a little harder than he had intended. He was battling with himself. His room was in tatters and he himself in tears. How bad he hurt, how bad he ached. Was this part of becoming a man, a man of another race? Or, was it part of love, and pain of it. Purple eyes turned golden as he collapsed to his knees. Having no ounce of control, power spiked and dispersed. He was fighting it with what was left of himself to give. How weak he was in this body that was unforgiving. In a helpless heap he lay on the floor, shattered, for what he felt was the death of himself.

Vegeta trudged up the stairs at the noise. Damn kid. Nothing at all like a regular one, not all. He was brilliant like his mother, and stubborn headed like himself, his father. But, he knew better. He knew that Trunks knew not to act up; he’d given the boy enough of the switch to get the point across. He’d heard the dull thump of his son as he wiggled the handle to find it unlocked. Well, at least he knew it wasn’t sex, or some wild party… And, thankfully for the woman down stairs he didn’t need to tear another door off the hinges. What he didn’t understand was the slam of the door, or the drop of the body.

Trunks rolled onto his back with a slurred groan of displeasure at the slightest of noises. He’d finally managed to fall asleep. To him, and his body, it felt like an eternity since there had been a moment of restless sleep. Exhaustion, hunger, and a number of other factors were allowing that promising moment. To bad for him, and this moment that his father hadn’t gotten the memo that he just needed an ounce of sleep.

Vegeta had seen many teens and young men suffer from a momentary lapse of sanity, and end up in a drunken state. He wasn’t going to include himself in that group of idiotic humans, and he certainly didn’t want to add his son to the list. From a second glance it looked like he might not have to. A positive note to add to his son’s case was that he could smell no alcohol. He lifted the limp boy up as if he was a young whippersnapper again. Despite being dead weight he was still heavier than normal. He knew every ounce of his son, strength and all. This was nothing at all like him; he’d let himself go.

“Don’t touch me like that. I’m not in the mood.” Trunks fists clenched as he groaned again, he was a little more conscious that before. His eyes fluttered open at his dads heavily, but somehow sensitive fingers had traipsed over his chest, stomach, and ribs.

“You’re my damn son. Changed your fucking diapers. Ungrateful, spoiled brat.” Vegeta snorted as he continued to interrogate his son’s body. He didn’t know exactly what he was looking for, but he knew that something wasn’t at all right. His son was a blood wreck. You couldn’t exactly see it physically with bruises and such, but he could see it through his actions. “Oh, and for the record… Don’t worry I’ve got that bitch down stairs to satisfy me. And, I’m no child molester. Cannot believe you’d even let that cross your mind.” A few more swear words ran from his mouth before he’d managed to stop.

“I would never assume such things. I just don’t like…” A deep shade of red slipped into, and across Trunks cheeks. He never knew he could be so embarrassed. Then again he never new he could be so sick, especially on his stomach. He rolled onto his side in hopes to ease the pain. “You’d think 3 months of this things would get better, and not worse.” He mumbled near incoherently.

“He’s got just as much in him as you do. It is in your veins. Just instincts. Gets the fucking best of us all.” He motioned toward the door. “How do you think you came about; it certainly wasn’t better judgment.” He crossed his arm after realizing his son’s protruding belly. It was certainly firm, and rounding. “Don’t get me wrong. I love you. Not that I’ll repeat that.”

“Feelings mutual on affections.” Trunks cocked an eyebrow. “And, you make it sound as if I was some bitch in heat, and that I’ve gotten knocked up.” His stomach turned, he went rigid. He could feel it, another spike of energy. “I’m in my late teens and I can assure you I’m all male. And don’t give me the bullshit of species.”

“You act as if our heritage is such a big letdown.” Vegeta growled. “And, I’m sure it fills Gohan’s nostrils twice as much as my own. And, don’t try and tell me that you two haven’t been fooling around…”

“It’s…” Trunks started as he curled into foetal position. He wanted to pull up the covers and drown out the world. He fathers words stung like a knife. His relationship with Gohan was more than fooling around. He wanted to convey that, but suddenly he was to busy battling himself again.

“Don’t fool yourself son.” Vegeta stood up. “I took up for my actions. It’s time you take up for yours. Pack up your things. You’re mother will see to it that you get the finest education. I know she thinks highly of you, and wants you to take of C.C.” He patted Trunks back, and gave half a smile.

“But.” Trunks made to protest. He didn’t want t be packed up like yesterdays trash. He was better than that. Like his dad said, take up for his actions. However, how was he supposed to do that if he was just going to be shipped off?

“He’s already married, and had a kids that is 4. You’ll be doing what is best for the both of you.” Vegeta gave his son another pack on the back. “And, somehow I’m not angry, but actually maybe a smudge proud.” He opened the door. “I know you’ll do what is best, and rise up to the occasion like you always have… After all you are my son.” He left the room with pride.

It had been a week since the moment between father and son, and since that moment they had connected more than ever. So, much that Bulma had near lost the studious Trunks to whatever the two were hiding. She was a mother, and damn smart. She knew that something was up with her son, especially with the sudden abruptness in wanting a change in education. No one was talking. There she sat painting her toes in the latest style of pink, and pondering how today was going to go. Today was the day her baby boy was leaving home.

Trunks was barely managing to button his pants. For his mother’s sake, he knew he had to. He had it all written down. The brief moments of passion, of course he didn’t say whom. He didn’t even say how, all he said in the end was that he was pregnant. That was explanation enough. He knew his mother, and his father would find a way to see him, more than often because he knew them and that there was never a never.

Bulma finished fanning her toes dry. Still a bounce in her step, and a bright smile she had for her baby boy. She didn’t want to cry. She promised herself she wouldn’t. “My little boy. You’ll came back home a man when this is all said and done with…” She gave him a firm hug. “I hope you work out the demons in you… It is the only reason one runs.” She gave Vegeta the briefest of looks, and then back at Trunks.

“Mom… Lets not make this any harder than it has to be.” Trunks voice wavered only just a bit. He wasn’t trying to be dry and cut to the point. He just couldn’t muster any more strength than he already had. Not to mention he was already feeling sick on his stomach from the overly tight pants. “This is for you.” He smiled, and handed his mother the note. “Visit often because I don’t think I could make it out there without my ‘rents’.” He grinned knowing that would melt her heart and put her more at ease. “Love You.”

Bulma took the note, and handed him a map. No sense in her son getting lost when he was due there in just a few hours. “Love You … to … My little Plumb.” She bit her bottom lip. He was already out the door, and down the drive. Just moments and he’d be a spec.

Vegeta put his hand on her shoulder, and gave it a firm squeeze. “For the best that he didn’t hear you calling him that name. He isn’t 3 anymore.” Though he grunted he grinned. “And, that polish is a nice shade on her.” It was sappy, and very unlike him. However, he knew she could use a bit of cheering up. ► Prologue     Chapter 01     Chapter 02     Chapter 03     Chapter 04     Epilogue