The Fate of a Saja-Jin


Evil_N




After a few days the three were forgotten again and Paw hadn't shown up either. Although the question of where they came from had never been clarified, there were other things that had priority right now.




"Are you really sure that your father doesn't want to use the GR this morning?" Goten asked a little uncertainly as he ran up the stairs to said room next to his best friend Trunks. "Yeah of course!" Trunks confirmed and pushed the heavy door inwards. "I also told my mother to just get rid of him if he decides otherwise."


"Well then we have nothing to fear" Goten sighed softly and quietly sent a few prayers upstairs.




Because of his bad conscience, Trunks had decided to invite Goten to spar. The day before he had blurted himself unhappily at school about the unexcused absence of the two and then both had been sentenced to two weeks detention.Because Trunks had to make up for something and he didn't necessarily want to expose Goten to the whims of his father, he just hired his mother.




"How did you get Bulma to invent a diversion?" asked Goten. Maybe he could still learn something from here. In case he ever had to ask Chi Chi a favor ... The very thought was unrealistic, but Son Goten had inherited the optimism from his father.


Trunks casually ran through his hair ~ à la James Dean ~ and answered * truthfully *




"Come on, come on!" The older of the two poked the other in the ribs and as if on command they sprinted the last steps to the GR.




Shortly afterwards they faced each other in their Super Saja Jin form under increased gravity.


"Ready?" asked Goten.


"Ready!" replied an extremely enthusiastic Trunks.


"Let's go!" and both rushed towards each other.The first few minutes there were wild exchanges and the two did not give each other anything.




...




"GYAH!" Goten yelled in surprise and pushed back to avoid Trunk's punch.


Trunks was faster though, like an oiled lightning bolt his other hand shot down and he grabbed his opponent's ankle. With a powerful "Hiah!" he pulled Goten back.


Since this hovered just above the ground, but Trunks pulled him up by the foot, his upper body was pulled down and the poor guy first hit his pear hard. DONG!




Trunks, who had not yet finished his attack, bent his elbow to sink it into the opponent's stomach at the right moment.




With wise foresight, Goten did not let himself fall roughly to the ground until the other half-Saja-Jin was pulled over him by his own swing.




Now he saw his chance, he pushed himself off the floor and dashed off at Trunks.



This turned around while still in flight and skilfully blocked a new, well-aimed blow, which was followed by a wild battle of kicks, missed headbuttons and other attacks. Nobody met.




After a few minutes there was silence again. The two young fighters hovered over the ground with their backs turned to each other and yet hopelessly wedged. Neither would be able to launch another attack like this, but both were too stubborn to loosen their grip first.




It was no secret that Goten had become a little indulgent with his training, but Trunks was still impressed with his speed today.




"Nice trick" he grinned "Where did you learn that?"


"I haven't" replied Goten, clearly amused, "Must be my masculine charm that captivates you so much!"


"Ouch! That hurt" Trunks grabbed his chest and dropped to the floor in an Oscar-worthy death scene.





Meanwhile, a few floors higher ...




"Woman! What's all this crap here anyway?" Vegeta asked, grimacing again when Bulma indicated that he should turn around. For her birthday she had made him put on a suit. Since his no longer fit him properly, she changed him from what she of course needed needles.


"Oh, shut up, you old grouch" laughed Bulma "I don't celebrate my birthday every day!"


"But the same several times for that," he muttered, trying to hide his grin ... he had noticed very well that earth women were quite sensitive when it came to their increasing age.


"What was that?" Bulma asked, raising an eyebrow grimly.


"Oh nothing," he grinned mischievously.


"Hmp" she deliberately stabbed a little deeper with the last needle.


"Pah!" he threw his head back. "Do you really think that you can hurt me with such a stupid needle, woman?"

"Well, maybe not with the needle," she replied, dangerously calm, "But maybe with that!" with which she conjured up a gigantic frying pan from behind her back. Immediately she started chasing poor Vegeta all over the house.


...


"Woman! Stop it now! Where did you get that damn monster from?"


"* Pant * That was a * pant * premature gift from * pant * Chi Chi ...!" Bulma finished her sentence before finally giving up chasing after the prince. She was just too flat.




Provocatively Vegeta took a few steps towards it and leaned his upper body forward. "Well, if you would train a little more, like me, then you wouldn't whistle out of the last hole after two minutes, Onna!"


"Grrr" she growled "Just wait! I'll show you!" Spurred on by this comment, she stormed off again.


Vegeta leaned casually against a chair and polished his fingernails on his jacket. "Woman ... you're way too-" DONG!



The gigantic pan stuck to his face and when Bulma took the heavy gun away, Vegeta's front was as flat as a pancake. With mock curiosity, Bulma leaned forward. "What were you about to say?"




"Oh nothing," Vegeta gritted as his face slowly took shape again.


"Fine!" Bulma sighed "Well, we're done with your suit. That was faster than I thought. What could we do now?"


"Do you want to soften me up here or what? I don't have time to stand around stupid. I'm going to train"


Oh dear, now she had to think of something quickly "Uh ... Vegeta ...?"


"Yes?" he asked in frustration and turned back to the Onna.


"Why don't we watch ... uh ... TV together?" she asked and looked at him hopefully.


"Remote?" he returned skeptical


"Yes" Bulma nodded and gave him a fake smile, "Or could we look through old photo albums?"

Within a nanosecond, Vegeta had grabbed Bulma and was sitting with her on the couch in front of the television. Looking through photo albums was pure torture for Vegeta.




For some unfathomable cause, Bulma periodically started doing things like "Ohhhhhhhhh!" and sighing "Look how cute" and then she would look at him with her devilish eyes and ask, "Isn't it Vegeta? You think that's totally cute, too, OR?"


Vegeta shuddered at the thought. No, he would have preferred this stupid cigarette box if the woman would only finally give up.




Unsuspecting, Bulma switched through the channels until she came across a soap opera. Before she knew it, she was totally lost in the swamp of emotions. She shouted loudly at the television because Daniel was not allowed to relax his friend Bernie's girlfriend. Tamara really loved him. What only Tamara knew, however: she loved Daniel, who however (which, however, really nobody could know yet) was in reality her brother.



Vegeta took the chance and crept out of the room on tiptoe ...


"Vegeta ..." Bulma muttered annoyed "You can't go to the GR anyway"




"Oh and why not?" Vegeta roared, Bulma didn’t notice because the plot was too gripping, absently she explained to him that Trunks and Goten were there.




"WAAAAASSSS ???" The whole house was shaken by his voice.




Bulma slowly turned her gaze from the TV back to Vegeta "Oops!" she comments meekly.




"What does that mean? Just because Kakarott's brood is here, shouldn't I be able to go to the GR? Pah! We want to see that first!"




"No wait!" Bulma shouted, trying by all means to keep the prince in the house.






Back in the GR ...




Trunks kicked Goten, but Goten blocked the attack by bending his own knee. Now Goten struck and immediately afterwards the two were completely immobile again.



At that moment the door was opened a little rudely and they were greeted by a rather grumpy voice.


"What is that supposed to be? Are you taking a nap here or what?" Vegeta grumbled when he saw that the two were still more or less wedged together and staring at him. "Let me get involved, otherwise it will never work!"




"Uh ..." Trunks said and pointed with his index finger at Vegeta's leg. "How uh?" he ruled his son. Son Goten suppressed his grin until the older Saja-Jin finally looked down himself.




It was so loud that Vegeta had flown here so fast that he hadn't even noticed that Bulma had clung to his leg.




"Oh, that's it" Vegeta smirked and shook his leg a little. "Tell me, could it be that you have put on some weight?" Satisfied, Vegeta crossed his arms and felt terribly great because he knew that Bulma was up to something like that always terribly excited even if it was completely unfounded.



On the other hand, she wasn't so relaxed about it. She just growled and pulled the pan out of nowhere. Immediately the wild chase started again "Well wait, when I get you!" threatened Bulma and almost knocked Trunke overboard. After the prince himself snaked past him through the whole to come back outside into the garden. The two half-Saja-Jins went to the door and watched the two * ahem * adults run. Son Goten laughed himself almost to death at the sight and Trunks