Easier to Run: Welcome...Home

Easier to Run

Chapter 2

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"Daddy, why are you and Trunks leaving??" Bura tugged on her father's pant leg as he lifted one of his few boxes. Though a prince, he was not very materialistic, and therefore, had few things other than some clothes and a picture or two.

Vegeta stared down at his second-born and tussled her hair. "Sorry, princess. Trunks and I will be back soon, though."

"Are you going on a trip?? Can I come??"

Vegeta smiled. "Not this time, but we'll be back soon," He gently lifted her head to meet his eyes, "Okay?"

"Okay..." She pursed her lips and silently left the room. Vegeta marveled at how much she looked like her mother. As much as he hated his wife right now, it was so easy to lose himself in comparison. He stacked the last box on top of the other and glanced into his room for the last time then shut the door.

Outside Trunks was already putting the remains of his things into the car. Capsules were growing expensive, and with their attitudes toward each other, Vegeta didn't even consider asking Bulma if they could use some. Not that it mattered, anyway. Vegeta stacked his next to Trunks' and walked back inside to see if he missed something. His eyes passed a slick red car in the driveway, one that didn't belong to the Briefs family.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed, "That fucker, Yamcha came to see us off," he looked at Trunks, "Isn't that kind of him?"

Trunks looked at him reprovingly, "Let's not leave on that kind of note, Dad. I don't think Mom would appreciate having a heaping corpse on her driveway."

"You act like I'd care if she didn't approve of my behavior! HER behavior was just as barbaric, you forget."

"Dad, you're such a baby." Trunks grumbled as he walked behind his father, ignoring his dirty look. Trunks looked down as he walked, 'Time to say goodbye...'

After checking both their rooms, Trunks and Vegeta walked downstairs to leave, both drowning in silence. Bulma, Bura, and Yamcha were all waiting at the door for them. Vegeta smiled at Bura and took her into his arms; her eyes were filled with tears.

"I don't want you to go, Daddy!" she pouted and grabbed his shirt, "Stay with Bura!"

Vegeta smiled at her and rubbed her head, "Sorry, brat. I'll see you around." He put her down and didn't even glance at Bulma as he walked past her. He did, however, stop in front of Yamcha. He smiled at him in the most sickeningly sweet way he knew, "Hey, Yamcha, while I'm gone, you can sleep in MY room. We all know how much you enjoy my things."

Yamcha glared at him. Yamcha had changed quite a bit; he wasn't the lady-killer he used to be. His stomach protruded slightly, and he was covered with the scent of alcohol. "See you around, Vegeta. Don't worry, I'll actually BE here for Bulma and Bura!"

Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks and dropped his coat. Trunks glancing at him, "Dad, don't-"

It was too late, Vegeta was already on Yamcha and had pinned him against the door. "Listen, you pathetic little insect: if you even look at my daughter, I'll remove your reason for looking at porn magazines. Are we coming in clear, you sack of shit?!"

Trunks pried his father off the terrified human and quickly looked at Bura, "Don't repeat his language, Bura!"

Vegeta threw himself out of Trunks' grip and pointed at Yamcha, "You are the lowest piece of prehistoric toad shit I have ever laid eyes on! Don't you even think for one second that I won't know if you go near her! Because if you do: I'll hunt you down in the dead of some dark, rainy night and make you regret life...deeply." He finished with a poisonous glare and stormed to the car.

Trunks gave Bura one last hug and approached the car, he stopped as he felt a small tug on his sleeve. Bulma smiled at him sadly and stuffed some money in his pocket, "Take care of yourself, okay?"

He smiled back and walked to the car. He opened the door, and just barely after he had shut his door, they were off.

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The car ride was murder. Silence deafened them until Vegeta spoke bitterly.

"I've found a small apartment uptown. There's only one bedroom so you'll have to go back to Capsule Corp. and get your bed to sleep on later..." He looked at Trunks, "It's definitely not fit for a prince, like myself, but it'll have to do for now. You'll start school in a week, since Bulma won't be here to tutor you, and I begin work in a few days. Alright?"

Trunks merely nodded. He almost laughed at the idea of his father at a job. The mental image of him standing behind a cash register was too much to bear, and he snickered a little. As if he could read Trunks' mind, Vegeta glared at him, "It's a desk job! I would NEVER demean myself by serving food to those fat bakas!" Trunks only snickered a little harder and after a minute, composed himself.

The ride went on for another ten minutes or so in silence until Vegeta broke it once again.

"We're here..." he muttered and stopped the air car in front of an apartment building. It wasn't exactly trashy, but it wasn't very fancy-looking either. A sign on the front lawn read: "Shady Day Apartment Complex". Vegeta motioned for Trunks to stay in the car and he walked inside and didn't appear for another minute. He reappeared outside the door with a key dangling at his side and motioned for Trunks to come. Trunks opened the car door, shut it, then followed behind his father up a series of steps where eventually he stopped and opened the door. The number on the door was 396, though the six was missing and only it's imprint remain.

Vegeta stepped inside. It was dark, cold, and barren. 'Just as I expected...' he thought gloomily, 'Welcome...home.'

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