put clothes down for you. Should have a few things from earlier, they should actually fit!"She took a quick look at Kira, but then followed her to lead her into the bathroom.


Trunks just watched them go, then sat down at the table with his empty water bottle. It wasn't long before his mother came back.


"Nice little one" She grinned mischievously.


"Yes, it has changed a lot!"


His mother laughed at it. "Well, you're talking about her as if you've known her forever." Trunks said nothing to that. He just turned his head to hide from his mother the slight blush that appeared on his face.


They both said nothing. Trunks actually wanted to drive her stupid idea out that he didn't want her to go with him. But he preferred not to do that. At the moment his mother was probably pulling the better lever, as always. For the next few seconds the living room was filled with a soft chant. Trunks listened, recognized Kira's voice. It was a sad song that sounded melancholy across the room.Again he felt a slight blush on his face. He liked the singing, there was something melancholy about it, something graceful, as if it had come from a helpless creature that sent a cry for help into the world. But it was by no means, was it? After all, she needed his help to finish off Storg.


Bulma had heard the singing too, drowning out the loud sizzling meat in the pan. She smiled slightly, gave her son an inconspicuous look. She could clearly see his feelings, which for her were legibly reflected on his appearance. She glanced at the ceiling, where people thought heaven was there. "Well Vegeta, your son is growing up," she muttered and sighed heavily. "And he will save your people, you can be proud of him ..."




> To be continued <