Chapter 1

Bulma was in her office, finishing up paper work.  Her son Trunks, who is now five years old, is
running around her office, chasing his grandpa’s black cat.

“Trunks, can you please stop running?” Bulma asked.

“No, I’m going to get kitty,” Trunks giggled, still chasing the cat.  The cat ran out of the office
and Trunks followed.

“Sheesh, finally some peace and quiet,” Bulma sighed.

Trunks chased the cat all the way out to the backyard.  Trunks tripped while chasing it.  He
landed on his knee and sat up.  He poked the scratch and began to cry.

“Waaaahhhhh!  It hurts!” Trunks wailed.

Vegeta came out from the gravity machine to take a break from training.  He raised his left eye
brow when he heard Trunks crying.

“Ugghh.  The brat is crying again,” Vegeta said coldly.  He was disgusted that his own son was
crying at the top of his lungs.  Vegeta walked over to Trunks and glared at him.  “What is wrong
with you?” he asked coldly.

“I... I got... got a scratch because I tripped and it hurts,” he stammered and whimpered.  Trunks
tried to stop, knowing that how much Vegeta hates to see him cry.

“You’re half Saiyan, you can’t cry over a puny scratch!  Have some pride,” he growled.

“But it...” Trunks whined.

“No buts!” Vegeta growled again.

“Okay...” Trunks whimpered and got up.  He ran back inside to Bulma.  Trunks stormed in
Bulma’s office and ran to her and jumped on her lap.  Trunks began to cry again.

“What happened?” Bulma asked, hugging Trunks.

“I tripped and I got this scratch,” Trunks whimpered, showing Bulma the scratch.

“My poor baby,” Bulma said sympathetically.

“Papa saw me cry and told me not to cry.  He said I was half Saiyan.  How come Papa is always
like that to me?” Trunks asked with a whimper.

“I don’t know.  Your Papa sometimes confuses me too.  But don’t worry, I’ll talk to him about
that,” Bulma replied and putted Trunks down.  “Wait here.  I’ll get some band aid for your
scratch,” Bulma said and left the room.  After a few seconds, Bulma came back and putted a band
aid on Trunks’ scratch.  “There, it’s going to be better now.  Why won’t you go to your room and
play with the PlayStation we got you?”  Bulma then shooed Trunks out of her office.

When Trunks was out of sight, Bulma went outside to find Vegeta, making sure that he won’t
hear them argue.  Bulma found Vegeta training in the gravity room.  She knocked on the door but
Vegeta wasn’t answering.  She turned to the control panel beside the door and shutted it off.  The
door opened and Vegeta came out.

“What do you want?” he asked in his casual cold voice.

“I just want to talk,” Bulma replied coldly.  Vegeta knew what was coming when he saw Bulma’s
eyes shine in anger.

“Is this about Trunks and his puny scratch?” Vegeta said sarcastically.

“Yes!  Vegeta, why can’t you be a father to your son?!!!  You never speak to him or play with
him,” Bulma spat.

“Your point?”

“And guess what?  Chi Chi phoned me yesterday that when Trunks go to Goten’s, he wants to
play catch with Gokou sometimes instead of playing with Goten.  Vegeta, your son hungers for a
father’s love.  I don’t want my baby to grow without a father!” Bulma shouted, her eyes started to
form tears.

“Why should I care?”

“He’s YOUR son Vegeta!  Just because your father never cared about you doesn’t mean you
have to do the same thing to him!” Bulma yelled, tears were now rolling down her cheeks.

Vegeta let out a “humph” and walked away.

“Come back here!” Bulma yelled but Vegeta ignored her.

Little did they know that Trunks was watching them from his room.  “My Papa and Mama are
fighting again because of me.  Why are they doing this?” Trunks thought and tears began to form
in his eyes.

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