11-11-2005, 11:15 PM
"State your identification." The words came out chopped from a metallic looking cat that stood before them. Vegeta wasn?t sure what to think, possibly this was just a defensive precaution that the building had. He looked over his shoulder at the older looking android.
?Well??
?Nothing. Maybe if I just...? The prince watched as Android 20?s hand began searching through a group of buttons. His finger pressed down on one, and instantly, Vegeta?s chest was filled with an intense heat, and his vision went black.
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?Congratulations, it?s a boy!? A female doctor called out to Vegeta as the prince was escorted into the delivery room. Bulma, the human that he had fallen in love with long ago, was still in the chair almost passing out from exhaustion. No doubt the plenty of hours spent pushing his new born son out from her body took it?s toll on the female. Vegeta stopped a few feet away from the doctor and crossed his arms along his chest, gazing down at the purple haired boy. He was crying, and his tail was flaring about wildly.
?What would you like to name him?? Another doctor, male this time, was holding a clip board and a pen waiting for a response.
?I don?t care.? Vegeta murmured, still staring down into the eyes of his crying baby.
?How about?Trunks?? Bulma questioned her lover.
?Fine.? Vegeta?s eyes broke away from the baby and shifted towards the sweat filled woman who he had just created a family with.
?Alright then, here?s your baby; Trunks.? The doctor who held Trunks now turned the wheel over to Vegeta, gracefully exchanging the baby between hands. Grabbing a hold of his sides, the prince took Trunks into his arms, and instantly, the baby stopped crying, and just returned the Saiya-jin stare back up towards his father.
?Aww look honey, he likes you.? Bulma giggled playfully as he saw the first moment of father/son bonding.
?Whatever.? Vegeta just stared down at Trunks with a look of worry. This was his child, a carrier of the royal blood line. It was possible that this new prince would one day grow up to be stronger than his own father. As the son of King Vegeta, he knew it was his duty to train Trunks in a way of a true Saiya-jin, and make him an unbeatable fighter.
Drool began rolling down the baby?s mouth as he cooed in the arms of Vegeta. ?Heh, look Vegeta, he?s already taken up your nasty habit of spitting.? Bulma began to laugh again, and a slight grin appeared on the prince?s face. For this was his first born son, and he vowed to ensure his survival in the universe.
7 Years Later
?Final Flash!? A large blast of energy ripped through the air towards Vegeta, yet the prince failed to move. His hand swung across his chest and deflected the attack with incredible ease.
?No, you must put more into it!? Vegeta hollered across the already smoking battle field. He and Trunks had a specific location in an open field by where they lived in order to train their skills in battle. It was an every day approach that they?d go out, and he would teach Trunks new moves and enhance his fighting style.
?But dad?I?m really tired!? Trunks replied as he fell onto his hands and knees gasping for air, ?That was the two hundredth time I did that move, I can?t do it again!? In an instant, Vegeta appeared over Trunks torn body and he threw a kick into his side, causing the boy to roll amongst the ground before stopping on a jagged rock. His body jolted on contact and fell to a resting state on his stomach. ?Oww!? he groaned, ?that really hurt!?
?Shut up!? Vegeta hollered back, ?if there?s one thing I never want to hear out of your mouth, it?s the word can?t. Do you hear me?? His voice was stern and clear, ?I said do you hear me!?
?Yes!? Trunks replied with a shout in order to prevent another blow to his ribs. The purple haired boy rolled up onto his butt and sat cross legged. His eyes were half closed and he gazed over at his father who appeared to be walking towards him. ?But dad, why do we train so hard? It?s not like the world?s ever in any danger.?
?It?s not that Trunks.? Vegeta took a seat on a boulder next to his halfling son, ?it?s in our blood to fight. Our planet, Vegeta-sei is known for inhabiting the strongest fighters in the universe, that?s us. The Saiya-jin race, what you were born into, will always be at risk of being engaged, and in order to win and not lose your life, you must be strong.?
?Strong?? Trunks shifted his eyes towards the dirt that he sat on, and stuck his index finger into the ground. ?Am I strong?? He then looked up at his father with a look of sincerity.
?Yes. You are my son, and a prince to the throne of Vegeta-sei. Power runs through your veins, and for a child, you are already much stronger than any elite soldier I know.? Vegeta smirked and placed his hand on top of his son?s head.
?But dad, If I?m strong, then you must be really really really strong huh!?? Trunks?s face got lit up like a burning candle.
?I?d like to think so, but I too have lost my share of battles.? Vegeta looked up into the sky. ?There are those who carry an even stronger blood line then our own, and those are the ones we train for. Our power continues to grow with every fight, so we must ensure we fight every day to prepare us for the day that we encounter them.?
?Wow. So do you know any Saiya-jin that?s stronger than you dad?? The boy continued to ask questions, obviously he was a smart one, just like his mother.
?Unfortunately there is, or was. Not sure if he?s still alive, but I?ve heard legends and myths of a Saiya-jin that had attained an unnatural source of power that lives within the Saiya-jin race. Its said to only appear every millennium or so, and it gives the bearer incredible power, possibly even 20 times what they have at these state. That Saiya-jin was known as a Super Saiya-jin. While in the state of power, his hair was said to stand on end with a bright golden color, and his eyes would shift into a state of piercing blue.?
?Wow, 20 times! That?s a lot of power. I bet he could beat any body huh dad?? A smile of pure enjoyment appeared on the boy?s face.
?Yes. But you know what Trunks? If you want to ever obtain the same power as that Super Saiya-jin, you must continue training and never quit.? Vegeta stood up from his boulder and began stretching out his arms. ?Ready for hand to hand now??
?Yes!? Trunks jumped back onto his feet with a new revitalized look on his body. ?I?m going to become the strongest fighter in the universe dad, I promise!?
?Hah, sure you are Trunks, right after me of course!? Vegeta slid into his fighting stance and was ready to make the first move.
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?Fucking bastard?? Vegeta grumbled as his vision began to phase back into consciousness. His head throbbed with incredible pain, almost as if he was punched by 100% of Raditzu?s furious might. ?What?happened.? He didn?t remember much except a robot kitten, and a burning sensation on his chest. As he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, he gazed around, vision still a bit blurry but he could make out the appearance of a disturbed hallway. The walls, floor, and ceiling were completely charred with blackness and smoke was rising off of everything as if it was a scene straight from hell.
He rose to his feet and shook his head a bit, apparently he was the first one awake, but he saw Zarbon?s body quickly coming to as well. ?Trunks.? Vegeta looked around the hallway for his son, not feeling a hint of his power level anywhere. He moved around a bunch of metal plates that had came crashing down from the ceiling, and to his despair, there he was. Trunks was laying lifeless on the ground, blood completely covering his body. It was like he had taken the full blunt of the explosion, it was surprising that his limbs were still intact. ?No?? Was all Vegeta could get out of his mouth. His eyes fixated on his dead son, and words couldn?t describe the pain he was feeling inside. Vegeta?s first born, breathless, and lifeless, nothing left to hold and cherish. The prince couldn?t move, he found himself in a paralyzed state, the words around him just seemed to fade away, and he was in a void all in it?s own. His vision was locked, but his hearing went awry.
?Dad?? The voice came from his daughter, but he couldn?t hear it. He couldn?t hear anything, and his body wouldn?t budge. His eyes didn?t fidget, didn?t move, didn?t falter, and his breath became calm. The anger he felt building up deep inside of him was not one of rage and hate, but one of disbelief, sorrow, and regret. This time the rage was too intense, it was the kind that pyscho?s carried. The silent kind, the kind that any moment, the calmness would break, causing some one to snap uncontrollably into a killing spree.
?Stop it!! Stop it, damn it, stop it!!? The shouts broke Vegeta?s lock and he gazed over at Bra who apparently was losing herself in the same vision that he fell upon.
?Bra!! What the hell?s wrong!?? He tried to snap her out of it, but she continued to lose herself. There was nothing Vegeta could do now, it was the Saiya-jin blood that ran through her veins, she was angry, very angry. She continued to scream and shout words of hate, followed by Brim?s very painful name. Her actions then took a turn, and she blew down the door at the end of the hallway, taking off in a full sprint towards the new opening. Vegeta watched, and couldn?t stop her, he knew what kind of pain she was feeling, and felt that it was the best for her to just let it out.
His vision returned down to his son, and the silent anger reappeared within his heart. Kneeling down next to his son, he grabbed the back of his head and held him to his chest, placing his check on the top of his hair. ?Trunks?? Vegeta?s eyes closed, remembering the thoughts that he held in the back of his mind, the memories that he had from long ago. ?You are strong Trunks. You are strong?? A tear appeared in Vegeta?s eye as he reopened them, laying down his son?s body again and standing up. He looked around the room, and found a spot that he could work with.
His left arm extended towards the ground, and in a flash, a bright explosion of power tore up the tile that he stood on, leaving a gaping hole of dirt big enough for an adult body to fit inside. Vegeta picked up Trunks, and carefully placed him down into the man made grave. His eyes took one last stare at his son, and released another blast of ki that caused the sides of the grave to cave in, completely burying his son away. ?Trunks.? His pupils faded away from his eyes as the rage continued to set in. Perhaps Vegeta was doing this for the wrong reasons. This game was just something for the prince to play with, something to help him get his hands on the dragonballs maybe. But now Brim transformed it into something worse. He killed his son; he took him away from his life. Apparently he didn?t know that he was fucking with the wrong Saiya-jin. And now he was determined to take away Brim?s life in exchange for his son?s.
?I?ll rip his head off.?
?Well??
?Nothing. Maybe if I just...? The prince watched as Android 20?s hand began searching through a group of buttons. His finger pressed down on one, and instantly, Vegeta?s chest was filled with an intense heat, and his vision went black.
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?Congratulations, it?s a boy!? A female doctor called out to Vegeta as the prince was escorted into the delivery room. Bulma, the human that he had fallen in love with long ago, was still in the chair almost passing out from exhaustion. No doubt the plenty of hours spent pushing his new born son out from her body took it?s toll on the female. Vegeta stopped a few feet away from the doctor and crossed his arms along his chest, gazing down at the purple haired boy. He was crying, and his tail was flaring about wildly.
?What would you like to name him?? Another doctor, male this time, was holding a clip board and a pen waiting for a response.
?I don?t care.? Vegeta murmured, still staring down into the eyes of his crying baby.
?How about?Trunks?? Bulma questioned her lover.
?Fine.? Vegeta?s eyes broke away from the baby and shifted towards the sweat filled woman who he had just created a family with.
?Alright then, here?s your baby; Trunks.? The doctor who held Trunks now turned the wheel over to Vegeta, gracefully exchanging the baby between hands. Grabbing a hold of his sides, the prince took Trunks into his arms, and instantly, the baby stopped crying, and just returned the Saiya-jin stare back up towards his father.
?Aww look honey, he likes you.? Bulma giggled playfully as he saw the first moment of father/son bonding.
?Whatever.? Vegeta just stared down at Trunks with a look of worry. This was his child, a carrier of the royal blood line. It was possible that this new prince would one day grow up to be stronger than his own father. As the son of King Vegeta, he knew it was his duty to train Trunks in a way of a true Saiya-jin, and make him an unbeatable fighter.
Drool began rolling down the baby?s mouth as he cooed in the arms of Vegeta. ?Heh, look Vegeta, he?s already taken up your nasty habit of spitting.? Bulma began to laugh again, and a slight grin appeared on the prince?s face. For this was his first born son, and he vowed to ensure his survival in the universe.
7 Years Later
?Final Flash!? A large blast of energy ripped through the air towards Vegeta, yet the prince failed to move. His hand swung across his chest and deflected the attack with incredible ease.
?No, you must put more into it!? Vegeta hollered across the already smoking battle field. He and Trunks had a specific location in an open field by where they lived in order to train their skills in battle. It was an every day approach that they?d go out, and he would teach Trunks new moves and enhance his fighting style.
?But dad?I?m really tired!? Trunks replied as he fell onto his hands and knees gasping for air, ?That was the two hundredth time I did that move, I can?t do it again!? In an instant, Vegeta appeared over Trunks torn body and he threw a kick into his side, causing the boy to roll amongst the ground before stopping on a jagged rock. His body jolted on contact and fell to a resting state on his stomach. ?Oww!? he groaned, ?that really hurt!?
?Shut up!? Vegeta hollered back, ?if there?s one thing I never want to hear out of your mouth, it?s the word can?t. Do you hear me?? His voice was stern and clear, ?I said do you hear me!?
?Yes!? Trunks replied with a shout in order to prevent another blow to his ribs. The purple haired boy rolled up onto his butt and sat cross legged. His eyes were half closed and he gazed over at his father who appeared to be walking towards him. ?But dad, why do we train so hard? It?s not like the world?s ever in any danger.?
?It?s not that Trunks.? Vegeta took a seat on a boulder next to his halfling son, ?it?s in our blood to fight. Our planet, Vegeta-sei is known for inhabiting the strongest fighters in the universe, that?s us. The Saiya-jin race, what you were born into, will always be at risk of being engaged, and in order to win and not lose your life, you must be strong.?
?Strong?? Trunks shifted his eyes towards the dirt that he sat on, and stuck his index finger into the ground. ?Am I strong?? He then looked up at his father with a look of sincerity.
?Yes. You are my son, and a prince to the throne of Vegeta-sei. Power runs through your veins, and for a child, you are already much stronger than any elite soldier I know.? Vegeta smirked and placed his hand on top of his son?s head.
?But dad, If I?m strong, then you must be really really really strong huh!?? Trunks?s face got lit up like a burning candle.
?I?d like to think so, but I too have lost my share of battles.? Vegeta looked up into the sky. ?There are those who carry an even stronger blood line then our own, and those are the ones we train for. Our power continues to grow with every fight, so we must ensure we fight every day to prepare us for the day that we encounter them.?
?Wow. So do you know any Saiya-jin that?s stronger than you dad?? The boy continued to ask questions, obviously he was a smart one, just like his mother.
?Unfortunately there is, or was. Not sure if he?s still alive, but I?ve heard legends and myths of a Saiya-jin that had attained an unnatural source of power that lives within the Saiya-jin race. Its said to only appear every millennium or so, and it gives the bearer incredible power, possibly even 20 times what they have at these state. That Saiya-jin was known as a Super Saiya-jin. While in the state of power, his hair was said to stand on end with a bright golden color, and his eyes would shift into a state of piercing blue.?
?Wow, 20 times! That?s a lot of power. I bet he could beat any body huh dad?? A smile of pure enjoyment appeared on the boy?s face.
?Yes. But you know what Trunks? If you want to ever obtain the same power as that Super Saiya-jin, you must continue training and never quit.? Vegeta stood up from his boulder and began stretching out his arms. ?Ready for hand to hand now??
?Yes!? Trunks jumped back onto his feet with a new revitalized look on his body. ?I?m going to become the strongest fighter in the universe dad, I promise!?
?Hah, sure you are Trunks, right after me of course!? Vegeta slid into his fighting stance and was ready to make the first move.
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?Fucking bastard?? Vegeta grumbled as his vision began to phase back into consciousness. His head throbbed with incredible pain, almost as if he was punched by 100% of Raditzu?s furious might. ?What?happened.? He didn?t remember much except a robot kitten, and a burning sensation on his chest. As he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, he gazed around, vision still a bit blurry but he could make out the appearance of a disturbed hallway. The walls, floor, and ceiling were completely charred with blackness and smoke was rising off of everything as if it was a scene straight from hell.
He rose to his feet and shook his head a bit, apparently he was the first one awake, but he saw Zarbon?s body quickly coming to as well. ?Trunks.? Vegeta looked around the hallway for his son, not feeling a hint of his power level anywhere. He moved around a bunch of metal plates that had came crashing down from the ceiling, and to his despair, there he was. Trunks was laying lifeless on the ground, blood completely covering his body. It was like he had taken the full blunt of the explosion, it was surprising that his limbs were still intact. ?No?? Was all Vegeta could get out of his mouth. His eyes fixated on his dead son, and words couldn?t describe the pain he was feeling inside. Vegeta?s first born, breathless, and lifeless, nothing left to hold and cherish. The prince couldn?t move, he found himself in a paralyzed state, the words around him just seemed to fade away, and he was in a void all in it?s own. His vision was locked, but his hearing went awry.
?Dad?? The voice came from his daughter, but he couldn?t hear it. He couldn?t hear anything, and his body wouldn?t budge. His eyes didn?t fidget, didn?t move, didn?t falter, and his breath became calm. The anger he felt building up deep inside of him was not one of rage and hate, but one of disbelief, sorrow, and regret. This time the rage was too intense, it was the kind that pyscho?s carried. The silent kind, the kind that any moment, the calmness would break, causing some one to snap uncontrollably into a killing spree.
?Stop it!! Stop it, damn it, stop it!!? The shouts broke Vegeta?s lock and he gazed over at Bra who apparently was losing herself in the same vision that he fell upon.
?Bra!! What the hell?s wrong!?? He tried to snap her out of it, but she continued to lose herself. There was nothing Vegeta could do now, it was the Saiya-jin blood that ran through her veins, she was angry, very angry. She continued to scream and shout words of hate, followed by Brim?s very painful name. Her actions then took a turn, and she blew down the door at the end of the hallway, taking off in a full sprint towards the new opening. Vegeta watched, and couldn?t stop her, he knew what kind of pain she was feeling, and felt that it was the best for her to just let it out.
His vision returned down to his son, and the silent anger reappeared within his heart. Kneeling down next to his son, he grabbed the back of his head and held him to his chest, placing his check on the top of his hair. ?Trunks?? Vegeta?s eyes closed, remembering the thoughts that he held in the back of his mind, the memories that he had from long ago. ?You are strong Trunks. You are strong?? A tear appeared in Vegeta?s eye as he reopened them, laying down his son?s body again and standing up. He looked around the room, and found a spot that he could work with.
His left arm extended towards the ground, and in a flash, a bright explosion of power tore up the tile that he stood on, leaving a gaping hole of dirt big enough for an adult body to fit inside. Vegeta picked up Trunks, and carefully placed him down into the man made grave. His eyes took one last stare at his son, and released another blast of ki that caused the sides of the grave to cave in, completely burying his son away. ?Trunks.? His pupils faded away from his eyes as the rage continued to set in. Perhaps Vegeta was doing this for the wrong reasons. This game was just something for the prince to play with, something to help him get his hands on the dragonballs maybe. But now Brim transformed it into something worse. He killed his son; he took him away from his life. Apparently he didn?t know that he was fucking with the wrong Saiya-jin. And now he was determined to take away Brim?s life in exchange for his son?s.
?I?ll rip his head off.?
~Semper Fidelis~