anymore! You have to go through it now. Life doesn't always go the way you want it to! "" If you think so, Mommy ... "" Ok, Trunks, then go to your father and talk about it. Tschüüühüüüß!"And so Bulma hung up. Trunks had never felt so lonely. Because he didn't know what to do now, he actually went to the gravity room. But fearful he stopped in front of the door. It suddenly opened." What do you want because here? You should have gone to bed long ago. Do you have to do everything yourself? ", his father grumbled at him." Dad, I'm scared of going to bed alone. Can't you bring me "asked his son." You are a great Saiyajin, don't you really have a drop of noble blood in you? But well, if it has to be. "Vegeta was about to leave when he noticed that Trunks had stretched out his arms." What will this be when it's done? "he asked suspiciously." Carry me please papa, I'm too tired. ", Trunks said with small eyes. Vegeta pointedly looked to the side." You have no honor at all? ", he mumbled. But finally he gave himself a jerk, picked up his son and went with him to his nursery.Trunks had snuggled up against his muscular torso and seemed to have fallen asleep peacefully. Vegeta tried to hurry. Hopefully Trunks would never tell anyone about it. He laid his son in his bed and was about to turn around when Trunks tugged at his top. "I want to hear another good night story, otherwise I can't fall asleep.", He explained. "What? How do I know how to tell good night stories?" "Can't you tell me how you lived as a prince back then?" Trunks suggested. This touched Vegeta. Nobody had ever wanted to know anything about it. "Well ... there isn't much to tell." Trunks looked sad, but finally his father told him about his childhood. Also that he was never allowed to play, that he was always trained to fight, that he never had a true boyfriend and how he had met Trunk's mother. After a while he stopped talking because Trunks had long since fallen asleep.Vegeta went into the bathroom to get dressed. Finally he jumped into his bed, which he actually shared with Bulma. Oh right, she's not there today, he muttered angrily. Then it's not possible...


In the middle of the night the door to the bedroom opened. Vegeta startled. "Who's there?" He asked tiredly. Still, his voice sounded aggressive. "Dad? I can't sleep. Can I come to you?" Asked the little voice of Trunks. Vegeta didn't answer at first. "Papa? Are you still sleeping?" "Oh nonsense, come on here. Your mother's bed is free.", His father said sullenly. Trunks snuggled into the covers and it was quiet for a while. But suddenly he asked: "You dad, do you love mom actually?" "What is this question about? Sleep now!" Again Trunks remained silent for a little while, then he said: "What if she no longer loves you?" do you want to go out? ", growled Vegeta. "Well, if she sleeps somewhere else today and you hardly talk to each other anymore." "How did you get it? "" I just ... noticed it. "" Oh come on, that's all nonsense. Now sleep at last. "And Trunks was actually already in the land of dreams. Pah, Bulma and not loving me anymore ... What kind of thoughts does he have?




It was the next morning. Chichi had already set the breakfast table and Goku was the first to sit there. Actually he wanted to grab it immediately, but Chichi glared at him from the side. "Don't you dare, we have a visitor today!" She warned him. Caught her husband hung his shoulders. Then there came Gohan and Goths and immediately after them Bulma. Everyone sat down at the table and began to have a hearty breakfast. Bulma enjoyed not having to do the work for once. In fact, she was feeling much better again. So Chichi was right. "I'll be going back today and I really thank you guys for everything," she announced. "What is it all about?" Asked Son-Goku, who had his mouth full of food.Bulma just smiled. “Family stress.” Son-Goku's eyes widened, but then continued to eat hard.


Trunks woke up very early. It was still dark and his father was still asleep. He crept quietly out of the bedroom. An idea had occurred to him. He quickly ran into the kitchen and prepared a large menu. He rummaged through a few of his mother's recipes and also made something of his own imagination. Then he set the table and stared at the clock. His father would be coming soon. What kind of eyes he would do. Trunks hid behind the kitchen cabinet. He didn't want to miss seeing his father's face at this surprise. And then the door opened. Vegeta rubbed his eyes a little from sleep and was about to go to the refrigerator when he saw the table that was set. "Why?" He asked himself. Suddenly he noticed Trunks. "Was that you?" He asked him. Trunks nodded happily. But his father just nodded and sat down.More was probably not possible. Trunks sat down at the table in a sad mood. His father could have at least given him a little praise. Both ate in silence and when they were done Vegeta went to the door without another word. Trunks looked even more depressed at his plate. But suddenly his father turned around and said sincerely: "You did great, Trunks." But quickly he left the room. Trunks had to smile now. He was even beaming.


Bulma came home in the afternoon. "Well, back again?", Vegeta asked mockingly, who was about to get some water from the kitchen. But Bulma fell around his neck and said: “Of course, my darling.” She kissed him on his shoulder and then waved to her son full of vitality. Vegeta hadn't moved. "What got into that?" He asked himself and suddenly smiled. "Trunks! Your mom is back!", Bulma shouted from afar. She ran up to her son and hugged him."And how was it?" She asked after a while. "Oh, actually not that bad. I ate with dad and was even allowed to sleep in your bed!" Said Trunks with joy. He seemed to have forgotten that his father had worn it, or he regarded it as a secret. "Vegeta can cook?" His mother asked incredulously. "Well ... he helped me," Trunks said carefully. After all, he destroyed the food, so I guess it's true. "Well I knew you could do it.", Bulma said happily. Vegeta entered the room and was about to go further when he suddenly heard Bulma's words. "Then I can go away more often from now on." The jaws of the two Saiyajins fell. Bulma looked first at one, then at the other. "That was just fun, of course," she laughed. "Of course." Vegeta went back to training and Trunks and his mother played. Actually it's the way it always is, Bulma smiled to herself. And yet ... something must have happened between Trunks and his father. "Mummy!Huhu! It's your turn! "Trunks waved madly in front of her eyes." Yes, yes ... all right! ", smiled his mother, took the dice and placed one of her figures.




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