Category: Anime >> Dragonball Z
Rating: PG
Warnings: OOC, whole story is from Vegeta's point of view
I wasn't there when he was born. But I was there when he died. I was too busy trying to surpass Kakkarot to be around for his birth. Even after that I was still too busy training to even spend time with him. I figured I would get around to it later. That there'd be plenty of other times. All the mattered was that I became stronger than Kakkarot.
Once I became more powerful than him people would finally begin to recognize me for what I am. The Prince of all Saiyans. The strongest being in the entire universe. If I could surpass Kakkarot then everyone would acknowledge that I am also strong. And that he doesn't have to be their only hero.
But the whole time I was trying to make myself as good as Kakkarot, I never took the time to notice all the small things that already made me his equal. The one I should have noticed before it even came, was my own son. I could have been training for the strength to fight for him and his future. I could have become stronger to protect his mother, and insure that their lives were not taken once the androids came. But instead I trained for my own selfish reason - to be better than Kakkarot.
Once my son from the future came back for the second time, I believed his efforts to be pointless. I had already taken care of one of the androids, and the second was soon to be dealt with. There was no reason for him to be there. Not until he told us we had been fighting the wrong androids.
I never could understand his endless efforts. He followed me everywhere, and at times it seemed like I would never get a moment to myself. But I would soon enough understand everything he did, when that moment came.
Kakkarot was dead. I no longer had to prove my superior strength to him. But Cell was not dead, and soon enough, Trunks was. It was at that moment I realized why he continued to try and win my approval. He wanted to prove his strength to me, just as I had wanted to prove myself to Kakkarot.
And now he was gone. He didn't die knowing that I accepted him. He didn't die knowing that I was proud of him. He left believing that he had failed me. I never told him how I felt. I never gave him any sign to show how I felt. I had thought I could do it later. Just like so many times I had put off spending time with my young son. But time was no longer on my side. Now Trunks was gone. And all it took to take everything away from me, was that one moment in time.
~Owari~