Chapter Five
By: Kureeji
Erratic breaths forced themselves out of Trunk’s chest. He became acutely
aware of the drops of sweat on his forehead, and the numbness of his legs. When
was the last time he had let himself have a mental breakdown? When Gohan died.
So why was this such a big deal? Maybe because the Saiyajin race has been dead
for 50
years…
His head screamed at him. “Shut up!” Trunks spoke roughly to his mind.
Or maybe you are over reacting because there is no possible way that anyone
could have Saiyajin blood in them unless you were doing a little hard pumpin',
or your mother’s been hiding something from you…
“Shut up!” Trunks said again gripping his head.
His muscles felt cramped, and his nerves were jumbled. He had never felt so out of control in his life. “Mom.” He asked, feeling like a scared 3 year old. His mother had an answer. His mom knew everything.
“I, I… I don’t know what to say…to you Trunks…”
Bulma said tiredly, rubbing her eyes. Trunks saw briefly the lines of worry
in her forehead. But in a second, they were gone, overshadowed by a tumble of
aqua hair.
“How? How is this possible.?” Trunks asked sounding rather deranged.
*This is insane!* His sensible sub consciousness yelled for the billionth time.
“I don’t know, Trunks!” Bulma said eyes flashing. “I don’t
know!” She lay her head into her hands. “ I never thought I’d
have to deal with any of this crap…since your father died.”
Trunks sighed, feeling awkward, not knowing what to say. “Where is she?” He asked, his face a masked grimace.
Bulma looked at him, his father’s face on the other side of the color
wheel. “She is wandering around.” Bulma said, fingering a wisp of
hair thoughtfully, although she was stressed. “I didn’t
think she would steal anything.”
Trunks ran his hand through his hair, thinking. “What should I say to her? Do you think she knows?”
“Trunks, her father can only be one of four people: Vegeta, Goku, Gohan…or
you, which is highly unlikely.” She lifted her eyebrows at him
“Mom! She isn’t mine, I will tell you that. I’m too young to
have spawned her.” He stared wide eyed at his mother.
“Hmmm…yes. You are right.” She turned back to the analyzed blood
readouts. “She is about 16 or so…”
Trunks laughed lightly. “She is probably dad’s…” he thought wryly.
“I will go find her mom.” He stated heading towards the door. Bulma
spun to face him, still in her swively chair. “Don’t scare her, Trunks.
You already knocked her out today, and likely she is confused as you are.”
Trunks nodded. He was confused. What was he feeling?
Anger? Sadness?
Excitement….?