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Post by Trunks on Apr 17, 2011 2:53:13 GMT -5
"Man, this sucks." Trunks shoved his hands into his black training pants as he glanced around the Tournament area for his father. He was definitely happy to get out of his match with Otokosuki. That guy was just plain creepy.
The lavender-haired teen had already said goodbye to Goten after refeering a spar between him and Pan, as his best friend had a date to catch. His own date was cancelled as his intended ended up with a family emergency. So, that left the black clad demi-Saiyan looking for his father. Vegeta had threatened to cut off his allowence if he hadn't entered, and now he wanted to make sure that he wouldn't lose his allowence due to the fact he didn't fight at all.
"Ugh, where could he be?" They had all already pigged out at the free all-you-can-eat buffet with their blackhole appetites, and so everyone had sort wandered off. Trunks had gotten caught up in talking to a girl and lost track of everyone. But really, who could blame him? He wasn't about to turn down a conversation with a pretty girl, especially when she actually had a personality.
But he ended up getting punished for doing so, and was now officially ditched by both his father and his mom. And he really wanted to make sure he had an allowence.
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Post by Vegeta on Apr 18, 2011 19:10:43 GMT -5
Prior to his run in with his new prospectable student, Vegeta had first left the tournament ring to hunt down the vending machine. He was still relatively full from the buffet, though it was starting to gradually wear off. However, he had a craving he wanted to deal with and he wanted to deal with it now.
'Success.' Vegeta thought to himself as he located the vending machines.
"What the hell is a Whatchamacallit...?" His onyx eyes perused the contents of each, slowly becoming more irrate with the fact that what he was searching for was not in any of them. The impatient saiyajin tilted his head. Where the hell were the black and white supremes? There was something that looked like it was completely covered in white goo. Who ate that? He growled, not seeing the disc shaped cakes he liked. They were there last time he had come to this tournament. Of course, that had been three years ago...Still, they were at the stores, so why not here?
"That would be my luck. Kakarot bails and now I can't have my fix."
For a moment, he thought to ask Bulma if there was a machine somewhere he had overlooked. But that might mean getting dragged into some social situation if she was hanging around her friends. He wasn't in a social mood. He was disappointed and now peeved as he crossed his arms over his chest, debating further as to whether to ask Bulma. Or Trunks, unless he took off already for something else since it took a threat to get him to come to the event in the first place. 'Sometimes I wonder...'
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Post by Trunks on Apr 18, 2011 23:51:17 GMT -5
He really wasn't getting anywhere just wandering around aimlessly. Granted, he did manage to score a phone number or two along with light-hearted conversation. However Trunks was more into figuring out if he was okay for his allowance rather than getting a date. Allowance cut in half equals no fun for anyone. Besides, it wasn't his fault that he could actually live a somewhat normal resemblance of a teenage life now that the world was at peace. Really, it wasn't like there was an imitate threat anytime soon.
Finally the lavender-haired teen spotted the familiar grumpy form of his father at a group of vending machines. "Hey dad." Trunks called out when he was only a few meters away from said man. He opened his mouth to ask about his allowance and then closed it again when he saw that Vegeta was already in a terrible mood. Some things were best left for when his father wasn't being irritated.
"Fix of what, dad?" He questioned with a slight smile as he looked downwards to his black-haired Saiyan father. They had just eaten all out as much as the possibly could, so it was amazing that Vegeta was still looking for something in particular. "Can I help?" Although he had his disagreements with the other man due to his laziness, Trunks eventually always gave in or listened and still sought approval from his father even if that meant just finding a simple snack.
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Post by Vegeta on Apr 19, 2011 0:10:41 GMT -5
"Hn." Vegeta briefly glanced over and looked away before he fully turned his head to look at his son. He had a good idea about what the kid would probably ask about. That silly allowance. The prince didn't have the heart to point out that cutting his allowance was more along the lines of something Bulma had control on, unless he had a convincing argument for it. But for now, Trunks was oblivious to that and Vegeta liked it that way. It was basically one of his few weapons of advantage against what could be a rebellious teen, that and grounding, which he had more control over.
In any case, he decided to further use his threat of severing the young man's allowance to get him a damned cake. After all, it'd work in his favor if he did anyway, it would certainly improve his mood long enough till the fact he had missed out on some good fighting settled back in.
His gloved hands made the circular shape together with his thumbs and pointer fingers, but the boy most likely had a good understanding of what he was looking for. "You know...Those black and white cake things I eat all the time. These machines had them before but now they just have...Whatever those sickly looking white blobs are." He deduced they were cinnamon buns, but they looked disgusting. And they were far from good enough to rival the black and whites.
He smirked some. Bulma said he treated them like some form of crack apparently, but he shrugged off what he figured had been some vague earthling insult he didn't understand. He wasn't sure he wanted to know anyway. "You've probably wandered around here more than I have. Seen them?"
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Post by Trunks on Apr 19, 2011 0:27:57 GMT -5
Trunks remained oblivious to the amount of power his mother had over what his dad had, but he wasn't about to go against either of them in case of any sort of punishment. Bulma had a way of convincing him to do just about anything, and that was mainly by threatening to tell his dad. He reallly didn't want to see what happened if he mom told his dad that he went against her. That might just turn out bad.
For the mean time, he waited as Vegeta attempted to set the vending machine on fire with his glare. "You mean the ones mom says you have an addiction to?" Trunks was highly cautious about teasing his irritable father, and so he passed it off as a casual comment. He knew the next question was coming next, and it worked out in his favour.
If Trunks could get his dad in a better mood, than maybe he wouldn't remember his threat nor the fact that neither of them got any real fighting done. Now that he thought about it, he actually had been looking forward to perhaps re-matching with Goten. It would've been the first time for them to have a fight in that arena since they were seven and six respectively.
"I saw them a little while back, I can go get them for you. I'll be right back!" Trunks tried not to seem too eager, otherwise he was sure his father would use that to his advantage at a later date. He also had to remind himself not to fly above the crowd, which was still a large size for the Tournament being cancelled. Instead, the teenager moved around people quickly to approach the proper vending machine in order to get the fuel of Vegeta's crack-like addiction. In no time at all, the lavender-haired demi-Saiyan had a bunch of the packaged cakes in hand and had returned.
"These ones, right?"
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Post by Vegeta on Apr 19, 2011 0:48:55 GMT -5
"Bah." He grunted at the comment about his fascination with the cakes.
As he had hoped, his boy knew where to find them it seemed. The prince gave the machines one last dark look before he sat down on the bench close to them. Trunks had returned much faster than he expected. He smirked at the treats that he retrieved from him. It wasn't one his typical evil or smug smirks, but the one he tended to have when he was quite pleased. It was probably as close as he got to a smile.
"These are the ones exactly." Vegeta nodded. Setting aside the others, he opened up one of the packages and bit into the white side. He had a penchant for eating the one color, then the second since he enjoyed saving the chocolate half for last. As his mood improved considerably and he took a moment to simply sit and snack in relaxation, he eyed Trunks. He figured since the kid was good enough to get him his cakes, he'd let him off the hook. Besides, it was more or less out of their control that the tournament was canceled and there was no sense in taking it out on Trunks.
"Well, I guess your allowance won't be suffering any after all...But why didn't you and Goten go ahead and have a match anyway?" He had seen on his way out how they had been dallying about with Gohan's brat, but nothing more. Surely there wouldn't be objection to a fight for fun, at least then the masses that had come to the tournament would have had more of a show.
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Post by Trunks on Apr 19, 2011 1:20:02 GMT -5
"Thought so." Trunks grinned at his father, glad to have been able to find exactly what he wanted. He himself was still quite content from the eating fest that had happened not too long ago, and so was content with relaxing by his dad. It was an amazing thing to watch as Vegeta's mood went from highly irritable to nearly as relaxed as Trunks. This was probably the only time today that the teenager had seen his dad not scowling.
Hearing that his allowance was safe and secure caused his grin to get a little bigger. "Thanks dad!" Trunks rubbed the back of his head slightly at the new question that was directed at him. He was spending way too much time with Goten to be developing that habit, but he wasn't about to not hang out with his best friend.
"Uh, well, Goten was excited about his date after playing with Pan. And we have been slacking off in training...so it really wouldn't be a real match..." At least he could admit that much. Trunks nearly sighed, realizing that his father was right about asking for a match. He really did want to fight Goten for real, as spars didn't completely show who was better. Besides, he had his own ego and pride when it came to being better than Goku's youngest.
Trunks was, afterall, his father's son.
"Besides, don't you think that Goten and I would need more space for a match now that we're older? Even just for fun."
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Post by Vegeta on Apr 19, 2011 1:43:16 GMT -5
Vegeta kept munching on his new snack. Once the cakes were gone, his mood would do yet another epic shift, but for now he was content.
The corner of his right eye twitched, watching as Trunks rubbed the back of his head like one of the Son boys. It was a habit he found incredibly irritating, especially when they got nervous and had that shakey laugh. So when Trunks did it, he reached up and pulled his hand down to make it stop. "Don't do that...I see Kakarot do that more than I like and it's annoying."
He made a muffled guffaw into the cake instead of chuckling out loud at the idea of Goten heading off on a date. The saiyajin was curious as to what that dorky boy could score as far as a date but then again, he did have the charming look. Yeah, he was never going to admit that outloud. Nor would he openly call Goten a dork. Not only because he had spent more time with Goten then he had aimed to which made it feel like he had a second son but because of the Son's closeness to Trunks. He was sure if he set about mocking his son's friend in even the slightest manner, there would be a great deal of complaint.
"Mm, don't need to tell me about your slacking." Vegeta grunted, moving on to cake number two. It was Trunks's slacking that had him trying to figure out what he was going to do now that his routine sparring partner had just made off with some new student. The prince had actually considered that, it would ease the boredom at least but the list of potential candidates was painfully limited. He brushed off the idea.
He pondered nudging Trunks into more training, but it seemed he was more likely to take on responsibilities with Bulma and the family business. "Since when the did size of the ring stop you?" The saiyajin arched a brow at him.
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Post by Trunks on Apr 19, 2011 2:29:30 GMT -5
"Got it." Trunks nodded in response to his father's comment about the habit, and carefully noted to get rid of it. He did his best not to chuckle at the annoyance that it caused, but it was kind of funny to have him correct a bad habit. Wow, if only the teen could feed his dad those cakes 24/7 if this was the kind of relaxed personality he got out of it. This was nice, being able to just talk to Vegeta without having him run off to train or start on his case about his training, or randomly attacking him.
For a moment, Trunks was worried that Vegeta was choking on the cake and then quickly realized that he was trying not to laugh at Goten. Dear God, they really did need to force feed him those cakes more often. First thing Trunks was going to do when he got home was tell his mother exactly how agreeable his dad was with his addiction being fed.
His blue eyes shifted away from the coal black that were watching him intently. When he was younger, and the world was in danger nearly everyday of his existence, it was a lot easier to focus on training and less on tinkering-slash-fooling around. Now that Trunks was older, it was a nice change to be able to relax and do what ever he wanted without having to rush off somewhere and get the crap beat out of him. Granted, he could probably hold more than his fair share of a fight now that he was stronger. But still.
"Like I said, I want it to be a real fight with no holding back. With that small ring, we'd be really restricted and a lot of stuff would get destroyed." Trunks reasoned, knowing that he was completely bullshitting, but there was some truth to his statement. He did eventually want to see who was the better fighter between himself and his best friend. In reality, he was slacking off a lot to ever do that.
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Post by Vegeta on Apr 19, 2011 2:54:05 GMT -5
Yes, Vegeta was surprisingly well-behaved when he had something to make him content. As they spoke, he was moving on to the third cake and he'd soon be done with the last one. If he could, they'd be the only thing he ate which Trunks would probably be more than happy with, but it was likely that despite his constant work out and high metabolism...Yes, well, Vegeta had no intention of being a chubby monkey. Once a saiyajin got fat, it was ungodly trying to get it back off.
Unaware of his son's plotting to try and make them an even bigger part of his diet, he snorted softly at the excuse his son was giving him. If he weren't enjoying a tasty snack, he'd have half a mind to drag him to the ring and make him fight. But of course, with the boy not being entirely up to snuff, there was little point to do it. That didn't mean he couldn't give him grief for it.
"Then you use the open air." Vegeta wanted to go on, point out that arena or not, there were plenty of other open areas they could fight. But that would more than likely fall on deaf ears, or he'd be heard then contradicted.
He had half a mind for another mood swing, and really let his son know how much he loathed his slacking. But what could he argue for? There were no threats, everything was peaceful, the boy didn't really need to worry about fighting. Hell, Bulma sometimes gave him a regular lecture since he still worked his ass off in the gravity room and was wanting her to upgrade it to go beyond the 500x limit. But unlike everyone else, human life was not something he could 100% mesh into and fighting was in his blood. Peace never truly lasted, so he figured someone had to be in peak condition to fight anyway.
Still, it was disappointing for him that his son was spending more time with robots than work outs. The prince was the only one really discontent but he dealt with it and let them do as they wanted. For the most part anyway and it never hurt to inquire. "And when are you planning on training some more? Or do you even plan on any more training?"
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Post by Trunks on Apr 19, 2011 3:28:26 GMT -5
Well his life was really going to suck in a few minutes. Trunks watched as Vegeta worked on his third cake and had one left. Hopefully he wouldn't be too bi-polar once they were gone. As if.
"I...I guess that's true." Trunks started to argue but then gave up and settled for an agreement with a shrug. No point in fighting with him if he was currently in a very rare and agreeable mood. He would just have to catch Goten later and talk to him about an actual fight sometime. Mentally the boy added it to his list of things to do, right under talking to his mom.
The teen was used to the routine arguement about his training. But he could see it from his father's point of view, he was getting pretty slack with just staying in the lab most of the time and helping out his mother and grandfather. Trunks didn't want to disappoint his dad anymore than he already had, but at the same time he did want to do his own thing. In the end, a compromise did have to be reached. And for now, he would do the compromising.
"I still want to train, of course I do." Trunks was determined to figure something out eventually as he wanted to do both. Hearing his father question him while he was in this mood reminded the teen of how happy he used to be fighting along side his father. At least he didn't have a mother like Chi-Chi who got angry with fighting and preferred her children studying. Bulma was happy with what ever Trunks chose to do, but Vegeta was a completely different story.
"Dad, I know it's disappointing and I know that I disappoint you, but I am also human and have human interests as well as Saiyan. I don't want to give up either parts of me."
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Post by Vegeta on Apr 19, 2011 3:47:22 GMT -5
If Bulma caught wind of their conversation, he would not hear the end of it. There was only one thing he resented about that woman and it was her nagging him about certain things. This thing here, which was quite touchy, was one of them. It was one of the main reasons he disliked having offspring of mixed blood sometimes. There was that damned middle ground they had to struggle with.
While he didn't say it out loud, another thing Bulma nagged him about, he cared for Trunks and Bulla. He wanted what was best for them, even if he didn't like it himself. Because that was how a father should be. If they wanted to dress fancy, tinker with gadgets or wear goofy glasses...Well then they would and he wouldn't stop them. That was why he nudged, instead of flat out pushed, like he would have so long ago. However, there were some disappointing moments, and he had gotten somewhat better at keeping said disappointment inside, off his face and out of his tone of voice. It was one of those things he bottled up because he knew that it would not only hurt them but it would earn Bulma's ire.
He sat still where he sat, in the middle of a bite as he stared ahead. The freeze lasted for a good second, almost two before he finished the motion. Did the boy have to act so human on him while he was eating?
"I never said you disappointed me. Only those...human interests of yours which I know can't be helped anymore than I can help being the way I am. I'm well aware that you're on a fence, so I don't need you to point it out." The proud man snorted softly again, then finished the third treat. His snacking for now was over as he opted to save the fourth cake for later on.
The warrior got to his feet with a huff, turning with his arms crossed after he pocketed the snack for later and disposed of the wrappers properly. "With that said, I'll be making my way back to Capsule Corp. in a few moments. There's no further reason to stay around here as it is for me, though I'm sure you'll be scanning through the girls shortly. If you didn't already."
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Post by Trunks on Apr 19, 2011 12:39:42 GMT -5
Ever since he was just a kid, Trunks had always known that his father was there for him even if he showed it in the weirdest ways. He understood that that was just how Vegeta was, and he had come to live with it. With that in mind, Trunks was always aware of exactly how things were worded when it came to Vegeta. He never knew if there was a hidden compliment somewhere or a scolding. How his train of thought had changed from asking about his allowance to the ways Vegeta showed he cared, he had no clue.
Trunks was startled to see that his words actually registered in his dad's mind, noticing the freeze and the distant look. He didn't want to make the Saiyan Prince any more uncomfortable, and so he backed off of the pleased approach to what he had said. It was a weird feeling, hearing his dad say that he wasn't disappointed. Trunks had always just assumed so because, well, he was a just a teenager. However, a small smile did come to his face at hearing the other man's opinion, almost shy (but pleased) at being given some insight into the mind of the Saiyan.
Trunks had sat down at some point, he didn't remember when, and looked up to see his dad. His small smile of happiness changed into a slightly embarrassed grin. "I kinda did...but I think I'll stick around just a little longer." He made no excuses as to why he was going to stick around, as Vegeta already knew exactly why. "I'll be home before supper, so I'll see you later then." The teen stood up from the bench to look down at his father, the smile still in place. He knew that his mom would ask his dad when was coming home, and rather than cause a fight he gave his answer.
Really, he didn't seem himself sticking around for too much longer anyway as there was really no reason. Plus there was an idea for the lab that was begging to be let out.
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Post by Son Gohan on Apr 19, 2011 17:43:35 GMT -5
It was at that point, after the father and son duo had already finished with their bickering, that a young man not yet in his thirties, had emerged, walking around a corner, only to find himself running into his father's eternal rival, and that man's son. If Gohan had been born later, or Trunks earlier, it probably would have been the two of them that had become rivals, instead of his younger brother Goten. However, at this point in the scientist's life, it didn't really matter as much.
With his lovely little girl, who somehow managed to worry him to no end, in his arms, Gohan walked over to Vegeta and Trunks, planning on greeting the two, despite already having done so when they all met up for the tournament.
"Hey guys, it's a shame what happened to the tournament, huh?"
Gohan managed, knowing full well that it was probably canceled due to his father just up and leaving the tournament arena after his fight with Uub. Gohan thought about possibly apologizing for his father's actions, and ruining it for everyone else, but when he thought about it, Vegeta would probably just get annoyed that he was apologizing for his own father. So instead, he decided to strike up a different conversation instead.
"So, what are you guys gonna do now that it's canceled? I guess just head back home to capsule corps?"
Gohan asked, unsure of what else to talk about. Despite all they had been through, Gohan still felt awkward when trying to talk to Vegeta at times, simply because of his demeanor and attitude. It was funny though, because when he looked back on their very first encounter with the Saiyajin prince, he never would have expected something like this to occur during their life. Especially with Bulma. Granted, by now, Gohan had gotten used to everything that had happened, but when he looked back on it all, it just seemed like it was more of a mind-blowing event... |
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Post by PAN! on Apr 19, 2011 18:05:35 GMT -5
The tot-sized terror held so securely in Gohan's arms certainly didn't look like she could punch a full-grown man twice and send him out of the ring in near death. No, she looked like a little girl in a cute fighting G with her arms around her daddy's neck. As the duo had moved the corner, Pan had been energetically telling her father how she had won against 'Uncle Goten'. Of course he had been watching, but that was besides the point. She was five, and she was proud.
Just when she was about to ask, again, where her beloved Grandpa had gone, her dark eyes caught sight of the Saiyajin prince and his son. Her eyes brightened and she grinned, letting go of Gohan to wave with both of her little arms.
"Hi 'Geta! HI TRUNKS!" Pan squealed at them, before she flailed her arms and grabbed onto her father again, squealing in laughter after she nearly fell out of his arms. Well, not really. Gohan would never let her fall.
As her dad spoke, she looked up at him, a pout touching her lips at the word 'cancelled'. Sure, her vocabulary was a bit lacking, but she knew what 'cancelled' meant when it came to the tournaments. She had won her first match! She was going to go on! And it got cancelled... That meant no fighting...
Still, she was a kid. And full of spastic ADD-joy.
"Trunks! I beat Uncle Goten!" Nevermind he had been 'referring' it. "You should fight me too! Then I could beat both of you! And I'll be the best! 'cept for daddy and gwampa!"
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