Abyss
By Lilith-Shii
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ!
A/N: Well, readers, I decided to write another story while I'm writing up 'Emotions'. This one is pretty good in my mind, I hope you'll like it.
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Prologue
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Trunks never realized how proud his father was of everything he did. He was curious about why he was paranoid, and claiming his prize as Saiya-jin no Ouji when his planet has been extinct for decades now. His father was in denial, he thought to himself when he watched his father stalk off into the GR after he had finished up breakfast.
He asked his mother many times about why his father was acting the way he was. She didn't answer him the first time, until finally, she decided to speak about it.
"It's his past, Trunks…"
"Past?"
He blinked, and wondered what was so bad about his past that actually made his father so…pissed at nearly everyone. He noticed his hatred for Goku after trying to avoid it since he was young. Now fifteen, he was going to find out about his father's past. Even if he had to ask around. He watched his little sister play among her toys while his mother explained to him about how complex his father was.
He avoided the fact he wasn't listening.
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The young lavender-hair boy didn't noticed it at all. From when he remembered the first time he had trained with him till now. He stood near the window where the GR room was, and watched his father train heavily. Everyone said he was a bloodthirsty killer years before, and out of curiosity, he wanted to know what made his father tick.
What was so bad about his life? What was that bad to actually drive him daft deep down?
When Trunks closed his eyes, all of a sudden a scene played in his head.
A young boy backed up against the wall. Blood dripping from his arms and lips. He opened his mouth to say something before he could; something hit him, knocking him to his back.
Trunks gasped out in pain and grabbed his arm when he felt a whipping pain at him suddenly covered his body. He fell to his knees, and grasped his head when the images slammed full force into him.
The boy had tall, spiky hair that seemed to resemble his father. The boy sat up, and held his arm.
'Milord…' He hissed through his teeth, and glared at a lizard like creature that stood in front of him.
'Good boy. I knew after beating some sense into you that you would be able to call me your, 'lord'. Now, Prince Vegeta. You'll know the difference between death and pain soon enough. Now boy, get up.'
The boy spat at him and growled. 'I listen to no one!'
'Heh.'
The lizard wrapped his tail around the young boy's neck and raised him up.
'Now that you are up, go, prepare for purging.'
He threw the boy across the room, letting his body hit the ground. He managed to stand and limp down the hall.
'Bastard…Freiza…'
Trunks suddenly woke up, staring up at his father who hovered over him.
"Boy, what's gotten into you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Passing out in front of the door, stupid. Go sleep or something. Your damn going out on dates maybe the reason why you passed out."
"Hardly." Trunks murmured, and sat up on the ground. He stared at the wall for the moment, and looked back at his father who walked down the hall.
"Was that you…?"
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A/N: Erm, was better in my head, I guess. Review if you want to me to continue.