Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Beautiful Lie ❯ Broken Inside ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Ravenreux 
Something's up w/Trunks that leds to more than a few people being left broken.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Post-apocalyptic / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.27.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 192 | Status: Completed
Something's up w/Trunks that leds to more than a few people being left broken.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Post-apocalyptic / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.27.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 192 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: DB/Z/GT is owned by Akria Toriyama...not me...k.thx. Also, the title..A Beautiful Lie..is owned by the band, 30 Seconds to Mars..love them.
Outside West City
Trunks could see them as they waited at the end of his driveway, bunched together like a pack of wild dogs. You wouldn't know they were human by the way they attack. Downshifting, he let his Porsche hum down the lane and turn into the drive. Cue crazies. Just as he predicted the men jumped to their feet and swarmed his car, the flashed of their cameras only added to the mother-of-all-headaches he had. He just sat there staring at the gates to his waterfront beach house and closed out the noise. Everyday. Everyday I have to deal with these cretins. Following my every move, lurking behind every corner, waiting to invade your privacy like a cat does a unsuspecting mouse. The longer he allowed that trail of thoughts to be followed, the more the rage billowed up inside until it felt like a twisting knot in his belly.
The worn-out expression swiftly changed into a vicious scowl that his Father was known for. His mouth was a grim, tight line as he opened the gates remotely and used his car to push them out of the way. They're just going to follow onto my property, and not even the local police can get them to vacate. Pressing harder on the accelerator, he grinned evilly as a pair of photographers were slammed hard by the car's front bumper. They fell on their asses, but the warning went without heed. Growling, he revved the engine and the men backed of for a moment. It's bad enough I'm hounded at work, but having this filth pestering my privacy is enough to make me want to kill something. Pulling up behind his SUV, he quickly opened his door and got out. That was all it took.
The paparazzi swarmed like flies on rotting meat with the Capsule Corp. CEO as their filet of choice. Trunks kept his head bowed as he shut the door and beeped the alarm. By now the flashes did little other than fuel the rage rippling beneath the surface. He'd always been one to stop his Father from killing a human for being human, but he could see where the appeal was. Growling softly, he spun on his heel and strode through the sea of cameras to get to his house. Restraint Trunks, control yourself. Easier said than done, his hands were shaking with the effort. People shouted all around him, mostly journalists that had lowered themselves to sulking around for stories like whipped dogs.
"Trunks, is it true you've actually considered buying out your major rival True Tech?"
"Have you really given approval to start researching human cloning?
"Did you really fire over 200 employees due to budget cuts?"
"What's your opinion of the photographs taken of your Mother is last month's In Depth?"
Trunks suddenly stopped walking and just stood there, arms held limply at his sides as his body shuddered with rage. Enough! Turning around, he lashed out faster than he could blink and wrapped his hand around the unfortunate reporter's throat. The man squeaked in fear, sweating bullets at the killer gleam in Trunks' narrowed eyes. "No more." The deadly whisper coupled with the lethal scowl was enough to make the people take a step back as Trunks lifted the man into the air.
The man kicked out with his legs trying to get free. "Please! Please don't kill me!"
Trunks' lip curled up with a feral grin as he squeezed a bit tighter, delighted with seeing the utter panic in his face. "Shut up." He frowned when the man slipped unconscious and went limp in his grip. Pathetic. Throwing him into the ground, he eyed the unknowning fools still surrounding him. This ends now. Pulling his arms tight to his sides, he crouched and pulled his ki inward. Gritting his teeth, he threw his arms out and released his ki outward with a yell. The force out it sent all of them flying backwards, and he succeeded in creating a shallow hole in the front yard of his house. Trunks ended it abruptly, his hair flicking between brilliant gold to pale purple as he flew out of the hole and up onto the roof of his house. He settled down next to the weather vane and watched as the first of local news stations pulled up on the street. Frowning, he twitched his fingers. It starts.
Briefs Residence
Bulma tapped her index finger angrily as the whining voice on the other end of the line continued to make excuses. She couldn't take it anymore. "Shut up and just listen to me! I told how much I needed and if you can't manage, with your apparently feeble mind, to do as I've already paid you to do-!" Bulma took a breath to calm herself. "Then I'll just have to find another caterer."
"Oh no Mrs. Briefs. My apologies, the order will be done as you have asked." The man answered back meekly.
"Good." Bulma hung up before he had the chance to whine anymore. Thoroughly annoyed, she slammed the handset back into it's cradle and wandered into the living room. She couldn't help but smile as she sauntered into the room. Vegeta lay dozing on the couch, remote still drooping in his left hand while the T.V. played on. The boyishly handsome look on his face only appeared when he was deeply asleep and from the look of his clothes, he'd been training all day. Smirking, she moved silently on the plush carpet and easily slipped a leg on either side of his waist until she was straddling his lap.
"Woman." His hands immediately gripped her slender hips tightly. He didn't open his eyes, but his scowl returned as he murmured the threat quietly.
She laughed. "Yes?" She couldn't stop her hands from roaming over his broad shoulders and muscled chest. Leaning forward, she inhaled his earthy, masculine scent as she nibbled lightly on his strong jawline. C'mon, I know you're awake now.
"Don't play coy with me." Still keeping his eyes shut, his roughened palms began to venture beneath her t-shirt. He slid them up her ribcage to massage the underside of her breasts. Bulma purred with delight and traveled downward with her mouth to lick the saltly sweat from the hollow of his throat. Vegeta sat up quickly, making her gasp, and reversed their positions. Pressing her into the couch with his weight, he launched his own assault on her dewy skin. "You know better."
"I know." She agreed with a breathy whisper as she laid her head back into the cushion to give him better access to her throat. His tongue laved the satiny skin at the base of her neck, right on top of the faded bite mark he'd given her years before. Heat coursed through her body and she dug her nails into his strong shoulders as his mouth traveled further south. The blood was rushing in her ears and she could barely make out the jingle for 'Breaking News' on the television. Fisting her hands in his thick mane of hair, she managed to release his hold on her breasts and drag his mouth to her own. "No fair." She kissed him hard, biting at his lower lip as he responded just as heatedly.He lazily dragged his hand across her tense stomach and smirked into her mouth as she gasped. He took advantage of it and started a duel of their tongues. Bulma barely heard the '...involving CEO of Capsule Corp...', but it was enough to distract her. Breaking away, she glanced at the screen. "Holy shit!"
Vegeta grunted and tried holding her down, but she shoved hard at his chest and glared at him. Rolling his eyes, he let her go and flopped facedown in the warm spot she'd vacated. "Woman.."
Bulma scrambled off the couch and dove for the remote, turning up the volume. "Shut up Vegeta, something happened with Trunks."
He shut his eyes. Even after being gone for ten years, that brat still manages to interrupt. "So?"
"Just minutes ago, we've recieved word that the CEO of Capsule Corp, Trunks Briefs, has incapacitated one man and injured nearly a dozen others. It all happened at his waterfront home outside of West City..."
Bulma zoned out the clown-faced anchor as video feed started to play. She just stared as she watched her adult son stalk through a crowd of papparazzi and then suddenly twist and clamp onto one by the throat. Her mouth gaped open at the stark viciousness she saw. He looks just like... She swallowed and stole a glance at her husband and found him staring back at her. Whirling back, she continued to watch as he tossed the man aside like garbage and threw the others around like rag dolls with his ki. He finally snapped. "Trunks..."
Vegeta just absorbed it without opinion, he'd known this day was coming for a long time now. He'd seen the look on his son's face, knew it all too well. He also knew that Bulma saw it. It was the same ferally evil smirk he'd worn as he'd terrorized Chikyuu and Namek. The boy's ki has been fluctuating for the past six months, his Saiyan blood trying to dominate over his human mind. Glancing at the broken men being loaded into ambulances, he smirked. Guess the Saiyan half finally won. Standing up, he strode over to the door. "I'll be back."
Bulma dropped remote like a hot potato and dashed around the couch to latch onto his arm. "What are you gonna do?"
"You don't want him actually killing any of your precious humans do you?" He crossed his arms over his wide chest.
"No." She glared at him, mirroring his move.
"He won't stop until the rage is gone and there's only one solution." There was only one way to end a rampage, and that was to fight. Besides, I should knock him into next week just for being a pain in the ass.
Bulma knew before he'd even spoken what he intended to do. Sighing, she stared at the floor. "Just bring him home in one piece." She didn't move as he left, just staring at the floor. The eery look on her son's face made her shiver. Please don't hurt your father, Trunks.
West City University Dormitory
Bra forced her eyes to remain open as she stared down into the blurred text of her Physics book. Her chin was propped in her right hand, which was being propped up by her elbow. "Must...stay..awake." Sniffing, she shook her head in an attempt to clear the cobwebs. "Agh." Giving up, she laid her teal head down on the open pages and let the exhaustion take over. Screw Physics. Her eyes slipped closed just as the door to her room crashed open, slamming into the wall. Shocked into awakeness, she jumped and tripped as she tried getting to her feet. Flopping on the floor like a dying fish, she glanced up to see Marron looking at her like she'd just grown three heads. "What the hell are you barging into my room for?! Do you want me to blast you?!"
Marron totally ignored her and spied the television mounted on the wall. "Do you have a remote for that?" She pointed at the tv.
Bra's brow wrinkled. "You came busting in here to ask if I have a remote for my tv?"
The tall blonde rolled her eyes and strode over to turn it on manually. "No, there's something I think you should see before you get ambushed."
Bra grabbed hold of the chair she'd been sitting in and used to get to her feet. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Marron flipped through the channels to stop on the same one Bulma'd seen. "That."
Walking around the end of the bed, Bra joined her friend to stand and stare at the screen. "Oh my Kami, that's Trunks!" She could only blink as she watched the same video clip played over and over. Once the images were burned into her memory, she looked away. I guess there's a little more of Daddy in him that I thought. Chewing her lip, she lunged for her messenger bag and inverted it over her bed. "Where is that little piece of shit?!" She dug through the pile of junk on her bed and then noticed the small phone that Marron was holding out for her. Growling, she snatched out of her hand and flipped it open. "He should answer this 'cause only family has his private number." Dialing quickly, she pressed it to her ear.
Marron lifted a single blond brow. "Should?"
Pinning her friend with a glare, she started to pace as the line continued to ring. "C'mon Trunks, answer the phone!" Her chewing grew more intense, until she could taste the blood from her own lip on her tongue. "Damn you! I swe-" The line picked up. "Trunks! Don't hang up! It's Bra!" There was no response on the other end, just the subtle sound of breathing. Glancing worriedly at Marron, who was now hanging on every word, she swallowed the knot in her throat. "Are you ok? What happened?"
There was more silence for a moment before he finally answered her. "Do you remember all those times I stopped Dad from killing people?"
"Y..yeah." She could only blink at the conversational tone of his voice.
Sitting miles away on his rooftop watching the comotion going on on his front lawn, Trunks lifted his free hand and stared at it. "Maybe I should have let him go." His eyes narrowed to examine every line and scar on his hand. "Maybe he had to right idea."
Bra felt herself grow angry. "No, he didn't. You did the right thing by stopping him." She remembered flashes of conversations with her Mother about how haunted her Father had been over his past. "Killing people never solved anything." At least he's still saying maybe, that's hopeful. She glanced at the screen and saw him talking on the phone from the roof. This is live. Softening her tone, she locked eyes with a very nervous Marron. "Why don't you go home? I'll come too, and we can get away from everything and everyone."
If he heard what she'd said, he didn't respond to it. Instead, she watched him stand up and stare into the sky. "I'll give you one guess at who's coming this way."
Bra's eyes fluttered shut and she locked onto her Father's ki as he flew towards her brother. "Daddy."
"Yes, Daddy." The line clicked off.
She slammed the phone shut and threw it across the room, uncaring that it shattered into a million pieces. "Damn him! He can be so stupid!"
Marron jumped out of the way as her friend charged at the door and zipped out it. "Wait! Where are you going?!" She chased after her all the way into the shadows of the student parking lot. "Bra!"
The Saiyan Princess whipped around. "Don't follow me. I have to stop my family from killing each other." Without another word, she shot off into the sky, quickly turning into just another shinying speck in the black blanket of the night sky.
Marron debated whether to follow her, but decided she shouldn't intrude on what was clearly a family affair. Bra's always accused me of being too nosey. Turning, she dashed back into her friend's room to escape the chilly night air and to watch more of the news. She couldn't stop staring at him. Snorting, she sank onto the end of the bed and sighed. Curse me and my stupid crush. She'd only mentioned it to Bra one time and the girl had laughed at it, so she hadn't brought it up again. The first time she could actually remember having a crush on her best friend's brother had been right before they'd started high school together. He'd taken us both out with him to a concert. Which Goten had also attended, she remembered with a smirk. Glancing back at the screen, she couldn't stop the silly fluttering in her stomach as the camera zoomed in on his hard-planed, ruthless expression. It's not that I don't like this bad boy side of you, but I love the shy, quiet side better. Where's the Trunks I know when you need him?
Back on the beach
Ignoring the shocked cries of the spectators, Trunks shot straight up into the sky and waited. Any day now, I have things to do Father. Crossing his arms, he bowed his head and slid his eyes shut. His teeth gritted as he felt a second ki traveling in his direction. I should have never answered that damn phone. Bra never could mind her own business. His swift mind quickly calculated that at the rate of speed his Father was travelling, he'd be here withing five minutes. With Bra not ten minutes behind him. A strong gust of wind ruffled his short-cropped hair and he inhaled deeply. Cracking open a single blue eye, he watched as people swarmed over his newly deserted house as if it had the key to unlock the mystery of his sudden outrage. Just watching them crawl over it like ants on honey made his fingers itch. Flexing his fists, he turned and caught sight of his sire as he stopped not ten feet away. "Father."
Vegeta's expression didn't change as he took in the amused smirk on his offspring's face. It brought a rush of strong memories of his days with Nappa and Raditz. Back when I was known as the Grim Reaper of the Universe. He ignored the familiar rush of excitement that flooded his veins at the thought of all that death and destruction. I am not the same man I once was. Depsite having all that power at his fingertips, his life had been an empty shell with little to look forward to save for more mayhem. His eyes scanned the lethal strength in his son's body and knew that if he allowed him to continue along this path, he would no longer have a son. Causing such horror would devastate the very fibers of his being, and I won't have a Saiyan of royal blood destroying himself. Settling his mind to the task before him, he started to speak. "I didn't think my son was capable of such stupidy."
Trunks turned his eyes back to his home and cocked his head to the side. "Spare me the lecture, I know what you're going to say." He out-stretched his right arm until his open palm was facing the structure on the ground. "I bought that shack down there as way to get away, but it never really did that for me." Ki glowed bright blue in his splayed fingers. "I never really liked it that much anyway."
He didn't move as the size of the ball increased. Listening to the tone of voice, Vegeta knew that he was farther gone than he'd realised. The pull of the most primitive side of Saiyan nature is harder to resist than a lover's caress. He closed his eyes knowing what would happen once the boy's energy left him totally spent, at the moment his moral human mind would return. The only way is to let him suffer the consequences. Shaking his head, he opened his eyes to stare steadily into a pair of vividly swirling blue eyes. "Do really think I care if you rid this planet of a few insignificant beings?" There was a slight tremor in his son's arm. Vegeta snorted. "Ha!" Moving his own hand over the building, he powered a blast bigger than Trunks'. "Then you don't your own Father very well." The corner of his mouth hooked up into a crooked grin, his eyes glittering with delight.
Trunks jaw clenched tighter at what he was implying. Turning fully to face his Father, he lowered his head to glare from under lidded eyes. "I know you better than anyone, you heartless bastard." Dropping his other arm to create a twin ball of energy, he merged them together and pulled them in front of him. "Well," He smirked. " with the exception of Mom that is." Swelling his ki around his body, he sent the blast sailing at his sire.
Vegeta quickly diffused his own blast and swiftly deflected the powerful blast to careen out over the ocean. He'd known it was an evil way to gain the boy's attention, but their relationship was the one thing that needled Trunks more than anything. Plus..He shifted into a crouched position while hovering in the air. ..he said it himself..I'm a heartless bastard. On cue, Trunks blasted towards him and they exchanged blows that could easier kill with a single mistake. Vegeta dodged his son's blurred fists and took the brunt of a powerful heel to his midsection. Willing the pain away with his mind, he slipped in quickly to slam his elbow into the boy's nose. He took a deep breath to calm the quivers of his abdomen and watched his son hiss in pain. Relaxing with his arms crossed, he addressed him with a you-know-better tone. "Don't bring your Mother into this."
Audibly growling, Trunks swiped the blood running from his nose on the back of his jacket sleeve. "How stupid do you think I am?" Spitting, he sneered. "I know she's the one that sent you to stop me."
"Judging from the temper tantrum you're throwing, she was right." He lunged forward like a cat, swinging his fist at his jaw. Trunks ducked and shot a blast from below. Vegeta leaped-frogged over it and shot one of his own that Trunks dodged. Charging forward, they cracked out sonic booms as their limbs connected with equal intensity. Vegeta could feel the subtle weakening in his son's body and instantaneously increased his speed as they released from a clash. Driving his fist into the soft tissue of his belly, he rounded it off with a powerful double-fisted hit to the back of his head. He felt the sudden drop in ki as the boy slipped unconscious and careened into the sparkling blue water below. He 'hmphd' as the water splashed up and around him like rain. He's been neglecting his training, gone soft. A bead of sweat slid down his back beneath the muscle shirt he wore. Well, maybe not that soft, but still embarassingly weak. Staring down at the now tranquil water, he suddenly noticed a ki coming towards him. He felt himself growling. Bra.
As if on cue, the lanky girl blasted to a halt beside her Father's shoulder. Her brilliant blue eyes scanned everywhere before landed on the enraged face of her Father. "Daddy, where's Trunks?"
It was the obvious disregard to his boiling temper that almost made him laugh out loud. Exactly like her Mother. Blowing out his rage with a breath, he pointed a single finger downward. "He went for a swim"
"What?!" Her body went rigid as her limbs shot out in all directions. "Are you trying to drown him?!" Ignoring the amused smirk, she powered up and dove for the water's surface. I'm coming Trunks! She only made it a few feet before a vice clamped down on her arm and yanked her back up. "Hey!"
Vegeta's scowl had returned in earnest. "Don't interfere."
Her mouth only gaped at the deadly threat in his tone. "Daddy.." She steeled herself against the tears she could feel welling in her eyes. "He'll drown!"
He glared harder, shutting himself off from the broken sound of her voice. It pained him to have to show a side of himself he tried to never show her, but he couldn't allow her to be caught in the crossfire. "Go home." When she stubbornly lifted her chin and glared defiantly, he snapped out of gritted teeth. "Now."
"No, I won't leave." She pulled herself together defensively at the raging electricity crackling off his body. She knew internally that she should leave, that it really had nothing to do with her, but she couldn't stop the stubborn streak that erupted whenever he gave her orders. But he's never been like this before.. She knew that the glint in his eye was the legended one that had terrified millions as they came to terms with their certain death. A look she'd thought she'd never be on the recieving end of. It made the very core of her shake in fear. He's never raised a hand to me outside sparring... Swallowing, she knew now why her Mother had abruptly dropped arguements for no apparent reason. Despite the calm, brooding nature she knew so well, she didn't doubt for a second that he'd physically reprimand her. "Daddy..."
Moving closer, he grasped her tightly by the chin. "You will go or you will join him down there."
Determined no to look away in fear, she let the tears she'd sworn never to shed in front of him leak out of her eyes. She tentatively licked her lips and twisted out of his grip. "Trunks was right." She squared her shoulders and stiffened her spine. "You are a bastard."
Vegeta watched until he could no longer see the speck of her in the sky. The pain in his heart was a hundred times more agonizing then when Frieza had pierced it all those many years ago. Lifting his hand, he rubbed the wetness of her tears from his skin. That's when it hit him. She's afraid of me.. Clenching his fist, he erupted into a screaming beast of rage. His hair blazed gold as his ki shattered the surrounding cliffs, effectively destroying the coastline. He yelled into his vocal chords died and his body was spent. Hanging limply in the sky, he stared bleakly into the dark waters below where his son had yet to rise. Moving sluggishly, he dropped from the sky and into the chilly depths of the blue black sea. His thoughts were numb as he swam to the strongly pulsing ki of his son. I've managed to achieve the one thing I was truly afraid of doing. Pulling Trunks' limp body from a large piece of coral, he kicked his way to the surface and into the air. Sailing toward home, he felt something he'd never felt before. Dispair.
A/N: I decided to up the ante..so to speak..and add in some more action and angst. After I reread the first chapter, it seemed a bit dull. This chapter was actually a bit hard to keep Vegeta in character for...and I not a big fan of OOCness, so hopefully I did alright. By all means, let me know if I didn't. I know Trunks seems a bit insane, but you'll find out more about that soon. I know this a new fic, but come on people, some reviews would be nice. I like to individually thank my reviewers, so leave me one and I'll leave ya a note at the end of the next update....K.Thx.Bye. ^_^
Ravenreux
Outside West City
Trunks could see them as they waited at the end of his driveway, bunched together like a pack of wild dogs. You wouldn't know they were human by the way they attack. Downshifting, he let his Porsche hum down the lane and turn into the drive. Cue crazies. Just as he predicted the men jumped to their feet and swarmed his car, the flashed of their cameras only added to the mother-of-all-headaches he had. He just sat there staring at the gates to his waterfront beach house and closed out the noise. Everyday. Everyday I have to deal with these cretins. Following my every move, lurking behind every corner, waiting to invade your privacy like a cat does a unsuspecting mouse. The longer he allowed that trail of thoughts to be followed, the more the rage billowed up inside until it felt like a twisting knot in his belly.
The worn-out expression swiftly changed into a vicious scowl that his Father was known for. His mouth was a grim, tight line as he opened the gates remotely and used his car to push them out of the way. They're just going to follow onto my property, and not even the local police can get them to vacate. Pressing harder on the accelerator, he grinned evilly as a pair of photographers were slammed hard by the car's front bumper. They fell on their asses, but the warning went without heed. Growling, he revved the engine and the men backed of for a moment. It's bad enough I'm hounded at work, but having this filth pestering my privacy is enough to make me want to kill something. Pulling up behind his SUV, he quickly opened his door and got out. That was all it took.
The paparazzi swarmed like flies on rotting meat with the Capsule Corp. CEO as their filet of choice. Trunks kept his head bowed as he shut the door and beeped the alarm. By now the flashes did little other than fuel the rage rippling beneath the surface. He'd always been one to stop his Father from killing a human for being human, but he could see where the appeal was. Growling softly, he spun on his heel and strode through the sea of cameras to get to his house. Restraint Trunks, control yourself. Easier said than done, his hands were shaking with the effort. People shouted all around him, mostly journalists that had lowered themselves to sulking around for stories like whipped dogs.
"Trunks, is it true you've actually considered buying out your major rival True Tech?"
"Have you really given approval to start researching human cloning?
"Did you really fire over 200 employees due to budget cuts?"
"What's your opinion of the photographs taken of your Mother is last month's In Depth?"
Trunks suddenly stopped walking and just stood there, arms held limply at his sides as his body shuddered with rage. Enough! Turning around, he lashed out faster than he could blink and wrapped his hand around the unfortunate reporter's throat. The man squeaked in fear, sweating bullets at the killer gleam in Trunks' narrowed eyes. "No more." The deadly whisper coupled with the lethal scowl was enough to make the people take a step back as Trunks lifted the man into the air.
The man kicked out with his legs trying to get free. "Please! Please don't kill me!"
Trunks' lip curled up with a feral grin as he squeezed a bit tighter, delighted with seeing the utter panic in his face. "Shut up." He frowned when the man slipped unconscious and went limp in his grip. Pathetic. Throwing him into the ground, he eyed the unknowning fools still surrounding him. This ends now. Pulling his arms tight to his sides, he crouched and pulled his ki inward. Gritting his teeth, he threw his arms out and released his ki outward with a yell. The force out it sent all of them flying backwards, and he succeeded in creating a shallow hole in the front yard of his house. Trunks ended it abruptly, his hair flicking between brilliant gold to pale purple as he flew out of the hole and up onto the roof of his house. He settled down next to the weather vane and watched as the first of local news stations pulled up on the street. Frowning, he twitched his fingers. It starts.
Briefs Residence
Bulma tapped her index finger angrily as the whining voice on the other end of the line continued to make excuses. She couldn't take it anymore. "Shut up and just listen to me! I told how much I needed and if you can't manage, with your apparently feeble mind, to do as I've already paid you to do-!" Bulma took a breath to calm herself. "Then I'll just have to find another caterer."
"Oh no Mrs. Briefs. My apologies, the order will be done as you have asked." The man answered back meekly.
"Good." Bulma hung up before he had the chance to whine anymore. Thoroughly annoyed, she slammed the handset back into it's cradle and wandered into the living room. She couldn't help but smile as she sauntered into the room. Vegeta lay dozing on the couch, remote still drooping in his left hand while the T.V. played on. The boyishly handsome look on his face only appeared when he was deeply asleep and from the look of his clothes, he'd been training all day. Smirking, she moved silently on the plush carpet and easily slipped a leg on either side of his waist until she was straddling his lap.
"Woman." His hands immediately gripped her slender hips tightly. He didn't open his eyes, but his scowl returned as he murmured the threat quietly.
She laughed. "Yes?" She couldn't stop her hands from roaming over his broad shoulders and muscled chest. Leaning forward, she inhaled his earthy, masculine scent as she nibbled lightly on his strong jawline. C'mon, I know you're awake now.
"Don't play coy with me." Still keeping his eyes shut, his roughened palms began to venture beneath her t-shirt. He slid them up her ribcage to massage the underside of her breasts. Bulma purred with delight and traveled downward with her mouth to lick the saltly sweat from the hollow of his throat. Vegeta sat up quickly, making her gasp, and reversed their positions. Pressing her into the couch with his weight, he launched his own assault on her dewy skin. "You know better."
"I know." She agreed with a breathy whisper as she laid her head back into the cushion to give him better access to her throat. His tongue laved the satiny skin at the base of her neck, right on top of the faded bite mark he'd given her years before. Heat coursed through her body and she dug her nails into his strong shoulders as his mouth traveled further south. The blood was rushing in her ears and she could barely make out the jingle for 'Breaking News' on the television. Fisting her hands in his thick mane of hair, she managed to release his hold on her breasts and drag his mouth to her own. "No fair." She kissed him hard, biting at his lower lip as he responded just as heatedly.He lazily dragged his hand across her tense stomach and smirked into her mouth as she gasped. He took advantage of it and started a duel of their tongues. Bulma barely heard the '...involving CEO of Capsule Corp...', but it was enough to distract her. Breaking away, she glanced at the screen. "Holy shit!"
Vegeta grunted and tried holding her down, but she shoved hard at his chest and glared at him. Rolling his eyes, he let her go and flopped facedown in the warm spot she'd vacated. "Woman.."
Bulma scrambled off the couch and dove for the remote, turning up the volume. "Shut up Vegeta, something happened with Trunks."
He shut his eyes. Even after being gone for ten years, that brat still manages to interrupt. "So?"
"Just minutes ago, we've recieved word that the CEO of Capsule Corp, Trunks Briefs, has incapacitated one man and injured nearly a dozen others. It all happened at his waterfront home outside of West City..."
Bulma zoned out the clown-faced anchor as video feed started to play. She just stared as she watched her adult son stalk through a crowd of papparazzi and then suddenly twist and clamp onto one by the throat. Her mouth gaped open at the stark viciousness she saw. He looks just like... She swallowed and stole a glance at her husband and found him staring back at her. Whirling back, she continued to watch as he tossed the man aside like garbage and threw the others around like rag dolls with his ki. He finally snapped. "Trunks..."
Vegeta just absorbed it without opinion, he'd known this day was coming for a long time now. He'd seen the look on his son's face, knew it all too well. He also knew that Bulma saw it. It was the same ferally evil smirk he'd worn as he'd terrorized Chikyuu and Namek. The boy's ki has been fluctuating for the past six months, his Saiyan blood trying to dominate over his human mind. Glancing at the broken men being loaded into ambulances, he smirked. Guess the Saiyan half finally won. Standing up, he strode over to the door. "I'll be back."
Bulma dropped remote like a hot potato and dashed around the couch to latch onto his arm. "What are you gonna do?"
"You don't want him actually killing any of your precious humans do you?" He crossed his arms over his wide chest.
"No." She glared at him, mirroring his move.
"He won't stop until the rage is gone and there's only one solution." There was only one way to end a rampage, and that was to fight. Besides, I should knock him into next week just for being a pain in the ass.
Bulma knew before he'd even spoken what he intended to do. Sighing, she stared at the floor. "Just bring him home in one piece." She didn't move as he left, just staring at the floor. The eery look on her son's face made her shiver. Please don't hurt your father, Trunks.
West City University Dormitory
Bra forced her eyes to remain open as she stared down into the blurred text of her Physics book. Her chin was propped in her right hand, which was being propped up by her elbow. "Must...stay..awake." Sniffing, she shook her head in an attempt to clear the cobwebs. "Agh." Giving up, she laid her teal head down on the open pages and let the exhaustion take over. Screw Physics. Her eyes slipped closed just as the door to her room crashed open, slamming into the wall. Shocked into awakeness, she jumped and tripped as she tried getting to her feet. Flopping on the floor like a dying fish, she glanced up to see Marron looking at her like she'd just grown three heads. "What the hell are you barging into my room for?! Do you want me to blast you?!"
Marron totally ignored her and spied the television mounted on the wall. "Do you have a remote for that?" She pointed at the tv.
Bra's brow wrinkled. "You came busting in here to ask if I have a remote for my tv?"
The tall blonde rolled her eyes and strode over to turn it on manually. "No, there's something I think you should see before you get ambushed."
Bra grabbed hold of the chair she'd been sitting in and used to get to her feet. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Marron flipped through the channels to stop on the same one Bulma'd seen. "That."
Walking around the end of the bed, Bra joined her friend to stand and stare at the screen. "Oh my Kami, that's Trunks!" She could only blink as she watched the same video clip played over and over. Once the images were burned into her memory, she looked away. I guess there's a little more of Daddy in him that I thought. Chewing her lip, she lunged for her messenger bag and inverted it over her bed. "Where is that little piece of shit?!" She dug through the pile of junk on her bed and then noticed the small phone that Marron was holding out for her. Growling, she snatched out of her hand and flipped it open. "He should answer this 'cause only family has his private number." Dialing quickly, she pressed it to her ear.
Marron lifted a single blond brow. "Should?"
Pinning her friend with a glare, she started to pace as the line continued to ring. "C'mon Trunks, answer the phone!" Her chewing grew more intense, until she could taste the blood from her own lip on her tongue. "Damn you! I swe-" The line picked up. "Trunks! Don't hang up! It's Bra!" There was no response on the other end, just the subtle sound of breathing. Glancing worriedly at Marron, who was now hanging on every word, she swallowed the knot in her throat. "Are you ok? What happened?"
There was more silence for a moment before he finally answered her. "Do you remember all those times I stopped Dad from killing people?"
"Y..yeah." She could only blink at the conversational tone of his voice.
Sitting miles away on his rooftop watching the comotion going on on his front lawn, Trunks lifted his free hand and stared at it. "Maybe I should have let him go." His eyes narrowed to examine every line and scar on his hand. "Maybe he had to right idea."
Bra felt herself grow angry. "No, he didn't. You did the right thing by stopping him." She remembered flashes of conversations with her Mother about how haunted her Father had been over his past. "Killing people never solved anything." At least he's still saying maybe, that's hopeful. She glanced at the screen and saw him talking on the phone from the roof. This is live. Softening her tone, she locked eyes with a very nervous Marron. "Why don't you go home? I'll come too, and we can get away from everything and everyone."
If he heard what she'd said, he didn't respond to it. Instead, she watched him stand up and stare into the sky. "I'll give you one guess at who's coming this way."
Bra's eyes fluttered shut and she locked onto her Father's ki as he flew towards her brother. "Daddy."
"Yes, Daddy." The line clicked off.
She slammed the phone shut and threw it across the room, uncaring that it shattered into a million pieces. "Damn him! He can be so stupid!"
Marron jumped out of the way as her friend charged at the door and zipped out it. "Wait! Where are you going?!" She chased after her all the way into the shadows of the student parking lot. "Bra!"
The Saiyan Princess whipped around. "Don't follow me. I have to stop my family from killing each other." Without another word, she shot off into the sky, quickly turning into just another shinying speck in the black blanket of the night sky.
Marron debated whether to follow her, but decided she shouldn't intrude on what was clearly a family affair. Bra's always accused me of being too nosey. Turning, she dashed back into her friend's room to escape the chilly night air and to watch more of the news. She couldn't stop staring at him. Snorting, she sank onto the end of the bed and sighed. Curse me and my stupid crush. She'd only mentioned it to Bra one time and the girl had laughed at it, so she hadn't brought it up again. The first time she could actually remember having a crush on her best friend's brother had been right before they'd started high school together. He'd taken us both out with him to a concert. Which Goten had also attended, she remembered with a smirk. Glancing back at the screen, she couldn't stop the silly fluttering in her stomach as the camera zoomed in on his hard-planed, ruthless expression. It's not that I don't like this bad boy side of you, but I love the shy, quiet side better. Where's the Trunks I know when you need him?
Back on the beach
Ignoring the shocked cries of the spectators, Trunks shot straight up into the sky and waited. Any day now, I have things to do Father. Crossing his arms, he bowed his head and slid his eyes shut. His teeth gritted as he felt a second ki traveling in his direction. I should have never answered that damn phone. Bra never could mind her own business. His swift mind quickly calculated that at the rate of speed his Father was travelling, he'd be here withing five minutes. With Bra not ten minutes behind him. A strong gust of wind ruffled his short-cropped hair and he inhaled deeply. Cracking open a single blue eye, he watched as people swarmed over his newly deserted house as if it had the key to unlock the mystery of his sudden outrage. Just watching them crawl over it like ants on honey made his fingers itch. Flexing his fists, he turned and caught sight of his sire as he stopped not ten feet away. "Father."
Vegeta's expression didn't change as he took in the amused smirk on his offspring's face. It brought a rush of strong memories of his days with Nappa and Raditz. Back when I was known as the Grim Reaper of the Universe. He ignored the familiar rush of excitement that flooded his veins at the thought of all that death and destruction. I am not the same man I once was. Depsite having all that power at his fingertips, his life had been an empty shell with little to look forward to save for more mayhem. His eyes scanned the lethal strength in his son's body and knew that if he allowed him to continue along this path, he would no longer have a son. Causing such horror would devastate the very fibers of his being, and I won't have a Saiyan of royal blood destroying himself. Settling his mind to the task before him, he started to speak. "I didn't think my son was capable of such stupidy."
Trunks turned his eyes back to his home and cocked his head to the side. "Spare me the lecture, I know what you're going to say." He out-stretched his right arm until his open palm was facing the structure on the ground. "I bought that shack down there as way to get away, but it never really did that for me." Ki glowed bright blue in his splayed fingers. "I never really liked it that much anyway."
He didn't move as the size of the ball increased. Listening to the tone of voice, Vegeta knew that he was farther gone than he'd realised. The pull of the most primitive side of Saiyan nature is harder to resist than a lover's caress. He closed his eyes knowing what would happen once the boy's energy left him totally spent, at the moment his moral human mind would return. The only way is to let him suffer the consequences. Shaking his head, he opened his eyes to stare steadily into a pair of vividly swirling blue eyes. "Do really think I care if you rid this planet of a few insignificant beings?" There was a slight tremor in his son's arm. Vegeta snorted. "Ha!" Moving his own hand over the building, he powered a blast bigger than Trunks'. "Then you don't your own Father very well." The corner of his mouth hooked up into a crooked grin, his eyes glittering with delight.
Trunks jaw clenched tighter at what he was implying. Turning fully to face his Father, he lowered his head to glare from under lidded eyes. "I know you better than anyone, you heartless bastard." Dropping his other arm to create a twin ball of energy, he merged them together and pulled them in front of him. "Well," He smirked. " with the exception of Mom that is." Swelling his ki around his body, he sent the blast sailing at his sire.
Vegeta quickly diffused his own blast and swiftly deflected the powerful blast to careen out over the ocean. He'd known it was an evil way to gain the boy's attention, but their relationship was the one thing that needled Trunks more than anything. Plus..He shifted into a crouched position while hovering in the air. ..he said it himself..I'm a heartless bastard. On cue, Trunks blasted towards him and they exchanged blows that could easier kill with a single mistake. Vegeta dodged his son's blurred fists and took the brunt of a powerful heel to his midsection. Willing the pain away with his mind, he slipped in quickly to slam his elbow into the boy's nose. He took a deep breath to calm the quivers of his abdomen and watched his son hiss in pain. Relaxing with his arms crossed, he addressed him with a you-know-better tone. "Don't bring your Mother into this."
Audibly growling, Trunks swiped the blood running from his nose on the back of his jacket sleeve. "How stupid do you think I am?" Spitting, he sneered. "I know she's the one that sent you to stop me."
"Judging from the temper tantrum you're throwing, she was right." He lunged forward like a cat, swinging his fist at his jaw. Trunks ducked and shot a blast from below. Vegeta leaped-frogged over it and shot one of his own that Trunks dodged. Charging forward, they cracked out sonic booms as their limbs connected with equal intensity. Vegeta could feel the subtle weakening in his son's body and instantaneously increased his speed as they released from a clash. Driving his fist into the soft tissue of his belly, he rounded it off with a powerful double-fisted hit to the back of his head. He felt the sudden drop in ki as the boy slipped unconscious and careened into the sparkling blue water below. He 'hmphd' as the water splashed up and around him like rain. He's been neglecting his training, gone soft. A bead of sweat slid down his back beneath the muscle shirt he wore. Well, maybe not that soft, but still embarassingly weak. Staring down at the now tranquil water, he suddenly noticed a ki coming towards him. He felt himself growling. Bra.
As if on cue, the lanky girl blasted to a halt beside her Father's shoulder. Her brilliant blue eyes scanned everywhere before landed on the enraged face of her Father. "Daddy, where's Trunks?"
It was the obvious disregard to his boiling temper that almost made him laugh out loud. Exactly like her Mother. Blowing out his rage with a breath, he pointed a single finger downward. "He went for a swim"
"What?!" Her body went rigid as her limbs shot out in all directions. "Are you trying to drown him?!" Ignoring the amused smirk, she powered up and dove for the water's surface. I'm coming Trunks! She only made it a few feet before a vice clamped down on her arm and yanked her back up. "Hey!"
Vegeta's scowl had returned in earnest. "Don't interfere."
Her mouth only gaped at the deadly threat in his tone. "Daddy.." She steeled herself against the tears she could feel welling in her eyes. "He'll drown!"
He glared harder, shutting himself off from the broken sound of her voice. It pained him to have to show a side of himself he tried to never show her, but he couldn't allow her to be caught in the crossfire. "Go home." When she stubbornly lifted her chin and glared defiantly, he snapped out of gritted teeth. "Now."
"No, I won't leave." She pulled herself together defensively at the raging electricity crackling off his body. She knew internally that she should leave, that it really had nothing to do with her, but she couldn't stop the stubborn streak that erupted whenever he gave her orders. But he's never been like this before.. She knew that the glint in his eye was the legended one that had terrified millions as they came to terms with their certain death. A look she'd thought she'd never be on the recieving end of. It made the very core of her shake in fear. He's never raised a hand to me outside sparring... Swallowing, she knew now why her Mother had abruptly dropped arguements for no apparent reason. Despite the calm, brooding nature she knew so well, she didn't doubt for a second that he'd physically reprimand her. "Daddy..."
Moving closer, he grasped her tightly by the chin. "You will go or you will join him down there."
Determined no to look away in fear, she let the tears she'd sworn never to shed in front of him leak out of her eyes. She tentatively licked her lips and twisted out of his grip. "Trunks was right." She squared her shoulders and stiffened her spine. "You are a bastard."
Vegeta watched until he could no longer see the speck of her in the sky. The pain in his heart was a hundred times more agonizing then when Frieza had pierced it all those many years ago. Lifting his hand, he rubbed the wetness of her tears from his skin. That's when it hit him. She's afraid of me.. Clenching his fist, he erupted into a screaming beast of rage. His hair blazed gold as his ki shattered the surrounding cliffs, effectively destroying the coastline. He yelled into his vocal chords died and his body was spent. Hanging limply in the sky, he stared bleakly into the dark waters below where his son had yet to rise. Moving sluggishly, he dropped from the sky and into the chilly depths of the blue black sea. His thoughts were numb as he swam to the strongly pulsing ki of his son. I've managed to achieve the one thing I was truly afraid of doing. Pulling Trunks' limp body from a large piece of coral, he kicked his way to the surface and into the air. Sailing toward home, he felt something he'd never felt before. Dispair.
A/N: I decided to up the ante..so to speak..and add in some more action and angst. After I reread the first chapter, it seemed a bit dull. This chapter was actually a bit hard to keep Vegeta in character for...and I not a big fan of OOCness, so hopefully I did alright. By all means, let me know if I didn't. I know Trunks seems a bit insane, but you'll find out more about that soon. I know this a new fic, but come on people, some reviews would be nice. I like to individually thank my reviewers, so leave me one and I'll leave ya a note at the end of the next update....K.Thx.Bye. ^_^
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