Vegeta, stareing out the window in terror. Knew that if he didn't act quickly something horrible was bound to happen, He had to go and find Trunks, there was no time for Bulma right now. His only son's life was at stake, his only child's. He never really showed any kind of love or appresiation toward Trunks, but that didn't mean that he didn't care about and love Trunks, just as he did Bulma. Maybe even a little more than Bulma, but Trunks was never able to notice or tell that he cared at all. And he probably never would, but he still looked up to and idlized his father.
An angered expression made it's way across Vegeta's face, as his hand began to form a fist. Prepared and more than willing to take the lives of anyone who dared stand between him and his family.

Vegeta flew out the window, looked around until he noticed the sun-rise coming across where the Earth and the sky seemed to meet from where Vegeta, or anyone for that matter, was standing.
Suddenly it felt as if a jolt of lightening peirced it's way down Vegeta's back as began began to sense a power level so great. It felt as if it was increasing 100 times that of the power of any of the saiyans and/or warriors on this planet. With every second it grew stronger, and more frightening. But the most frightening and fearful part about it, was the thought that this might be the force that either chooses, or had already chosen his only child's fate of either life or death.
"I might just need a little help on this one..." thought Vegetato himself, as he felt the cold chills of the wind blowing against his pail, silky face.

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