Dreams

**Authors Note**

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**Vegeta** Nice threat.
**BlueKi**Sex scene with Goku it is.
**Vegeta** ::eye twitches::

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“I want you out!” Chi-chi screamed at the top of her lungs. Goku took a step back trying to think of what to say.

“Chi-chi please…”

“NO! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!!” she raged on. “Every day it’s the same old shit and I am sick of it! You lack the common sense of a child and couldn’t see our problems if they bit you in the ass! Well I am telling you now that I won’t put up with this shit anymore.” She finished waving a finger in his face.

Goku opened his mouth to speak but the words wouldn’t form. He had made his wife angry before but those times paled in comparison to now.

“I’m sorry.” He managed to squeak out.

“You’re sorry?” she looked at him in disbelief. “You’re fucking sorry?!?! Is that all you can say to me?!” The audacity was overwhelming. She took a long breath trying to calm herself down before she spoke again. “Leave.”

“Chi…”

“JUST leave Goku.” She finally got out with tears in her eyes.

Goku stood in the kitchen staring at his wife of so many years and felt helpless. He bowed politely to her and went to their room to retrieve his few possessions. Ever since the androids were destroyed and everyone was wished back did the tension start to rise. He thought if he stayed out f his wife’s hair their marriage would get better, but it didn’t.

Stuffing his clothes into a duffle bag he made his way back down the hall and to the door of the empty kitchen. Deciding it best, Goku left his house and took off towards Capsule Corp having no where else to go really.

Vegeta was relatively nice to him considering. There were no insults or badgering just a few comments like,” You bother me and I’ll send you back to that Hell Beast” and “at least you won’t be late for training anymore.”

Bulma was more then happy to have Goku stay with her. She hadn’t seen much of him since everyone was brought back and was delighted to have someone else around to kick her son in the ass. Trunks had been having trouble adjusting to the new life of peace and wouldn’t leave his room unless forced. But that all ended the day Goku came to stay over.

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“Where is that boy?” Bulma asked setting the table for breakfast. “I swear he does this to give me grey hairs.”

Goku perked up over his plate,” Want me to get him?”

Bulma smiled before replying,” That’s very sweet of you Goku, but you need a crowbar and a bucket of cold water to get him out of bed.”

Goku just smiled and stood from the table making his way to Trunks’ room grinning. He opened the door to reveal a sleeping demi sprawled out over the bed in nothing but a pair of black boxers. Tip toeing across the room and over the blanket that had been kicked onto the floor, Goku made his way to the bathroom.

Down stairs Bulma had just sat down when a shriek was heard across the house followed by the pounding of footsteps. Goku came bursting into the kitchen and quickly took his seat at the table when a very tired and very wet Trunks came into sight.

Bulma suppressed a giggle and Vegeta gave a full out laugh.

“You look like a drown rat brat.” He chirped out going back to the food in front of him.

“Har Har Dad.” Trunks said with as little amusement as possible. “You could’ve just given me a shake or something. You didn’t need to dump water on me.”

Vegeta glanced over to his son,” It wasn’t me.”

Trunks looked to Bulma who was shaking her head. Then to Goku who looked as if he would die if he held in his laughter anymore. Trunks shook his head and took his seat at the table to start eating.

It wasn’t long before jokes like that turned into something a little more personal, and from there to an intimate relationship. (See chapter 1).

But one day Goku got a call from his Ex-wife that changed that whole scene. Sitting down with Trunks he told him about how Chi-Chi wanted to get back together and how she was being silly the whole time. Needless to say this didn’t go over to well with the already emotionally screwed up twenty-year old. Once Goku had left, the void he had felt when Gohan died came back with a vengeance.

Nothing seemed to matter much anymore. Locking himself in the bathroom he slammed his fist into his mocking reflection. Grabbing one of the shards that had fallen into the sink he slid it across the shaking flesh of his wrist before hitting the floor in shock. Everything seemed to blur as his breathing slowed. Vision going black he heard a sound over the haze.

“Boy…”

Sounds that were once muffled became more distinct as his vision began to clear up. Clear up?! Wait a minute wasn’t he…

“Get the fuck up boy!!” Vegeta screamed grabbing the sleeping figure by the foot and tossing him off of the bed and into the adjacent wall of the hyperbolic chamber.

Trunks shook his head and looked around. He was in the room of spirit and time with his…dad? ‘Wasn’t I just’ He thought looking to his wrist. It was fine. No cut, no scar, no nothing.

“I must have been dreaming,” Trunks said aloud.

“Good for you, now get up so we can train. You have slept enough you lazy shit.” Vegeta admonished him with a scowl on his face. “Now move it!”

‘Yup, defiantly my father from the other time’ He thought collecting his clothes. Sighing, Trunks dragged himself out to the empty abyss to train with his father trying to forget the disturbing and rather real dream.

Dismissing it, he followed the bitching prince into another long ass day of training.