Explain It To My Heart Part 8b

As Trunks looked and Pan and Tomarotto, he wondered what could have made his father so angry at Gohan. The two had never been on really good terms, but to fight like this? He shrugged it off and took to the sky hurrying to get home to his wife and son. "Marron's gonna be pissed at me for taking off so quickly, but I had to know what was going on," he said as he flew through the air. Trunks knew he was going to have to change his ways now that he was a family man. He had a wife AND a son to look after now.
"Trunks! There you are!!" Marron shouted as she saw him setting down in their yard.
"Gomen, Marron-chan. I had to leave in a hurry."
"What was going on?"
"Well, seems my father and Gohan-sama got into a big fight."
"What about?" She asked as Cabot pulled on her blond hair.
"They wouldn't tell anyone. It was the damned-est thing I ever saw!"
"Well, you can ask your father when we go over there," she said as she turned to walk back into the house.
"Yeah, but I doubt he'll tell me."
Later. . .
Trunks, Marron, and little Cabot sped to Capsule Corp in Trunks's new "family" aircar. "Marron, don't worry. My folks will love him."
"I don't know. Your father is Vegeta, after all."
"Well, if he doesn't like him, I know Kassan will," he said taking her hand and kissing it.
"Yeah, Bulma-sama will love him. How could she not?" She asked as she looked back into the back seat watching her son play with a rattle. 'He looks like so much like Trunks-- with pink hair,' she laughed to herself. The family finally arrived at Capsule Corp after fighting traffic for a half-hour. Trunks hopped out, removed Cabot from his carseat, and took off running toward Vegeta and Bulma's home.
"Kassan? Tousan? Are you home?" He hollered.
"Yes, Trunks, we're home," Bulma called back.
"I have someone who wants to meet you," he said proudly as Bulma rounded the corner. Vegeta was not far behind her as she was dragging him by the arm.
"Oh, Trunks! He's beautiful!!" Bulma exclaimed as she took her grandson from him. "Look Vegeta! Your grandson!"
"Yeah, a quarter-Saiyan!" He humphed.
"Pan's a quarter-Saiyan, and she's tough as nails!" Trunks growled at his father.
"Yeah, Kakarrot's grand-brat is tough, but I'm sure your mother will make him a little sissy-- just like she tried to make you!"
"Vegeta, if you have nothing but ugly things to say around my sweet little Cabot-- THEN GET OUT!!!!" Bulma screamed.
"Fine!" He spat back at her. Trunks glared at his father with daggers in his eyes. 'First, he tries to kill Gohan and know he says cruel things about my son. What the Hell is his problem?!' He thought.
"I'm sorry, Trunks. I'm not going to let your father talk bad about Cabot."
"It's okay, Kassan. I'm used to hearing him bad mouth me," he sighed.
"Trunks-kun," Marron called to him as she walked through the door carrying a diaper bag. "Did you forget about me?"
"Gomen, Marron. Let me help you," he said as he rushed over to his wife who was loaded down with a very heavy bag.
"I heard Prince Vegetable head saying mean things about my son," she growled.
"Yeah, but you know my father."
"Still, Cabot is a quarter-Saiyan. That should account for something!"
"Marron-chan, don't you worry about Vegeta. He'll come around," Bulma said before cooing at Cabot who was now laughing up a storm. Bulma looked into the little boy's blue eyes which reminded her so much of his mother's. His soft pink hair curled down the front of his forehead much like Trunks's purple hair had when he was a baby.
"Besides, your parents loved him!" Trunks kissed her cheek trying to comfort his wife.

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