(Mirai
Trunks's P.O.V)http://www.fanfiction.net/
Just My Pride
It hurts. It always has, and it always will unless I do something about it. But what can I do? The answer is a quick flash of reflected sunlight off the blade of my sword. I'm sorry for being a coward but I can't take being alone anymore. The trip to the past gave me a longing for something I've never had before. A longing for closeness, and for someone to love. I will never find that, and so I take what's left of my soul and crush between my mind's fingers. The past memories have cut to deep. As will my sword, if I have the courage. Of course I have the courage. I'm still the Prince of Saiyens. I don't need my soul, just my pride. There. I feel my life leaving me through the deep cuts in my wrists. No. my life left me with the destruction of the genocidal twins. This is just the final blow. I told you that I had the courage. I told you I had the courage. I told you I had my pride. That is all I have left now. Just my pride.
(Vegeta's
P.O.V* takes place during "just my
pride")
Forever With You
I've watched him suffer. From up above, where I could do nothing to comfort him. To help him. I've seen him cry when he was younger, to the point where he ran
out of tears. I've watched his mother
move farther and farther away from him , until she couldn't take seeing him
like he was, and moved in with Chi-Chi. She never went to see him after that day, and he never went to her. I saw him sitting on the ground with his
head in his hands. I saw him ask
himself the silent question. I saw him
glance up at his sword, and I saw his eyes lock onto it. He walked over to it, and picked it up with
shaking hands. Then I saw his hands
steady and his shoulders and back straighten out. I looked in his eyes and saw his pride burning in them like a
fire that refused to go out. He thinks
he has no soul, but he does. A saiyen
soul. A warriors soul. I see the blade pierce his wrists, and I
watch the blood travel over his hands, as does he. I see when the last flicker of life has left him, and I see his soul rise. He finally sees me, and immediately start to fight. Not a fight between enemies, but a fight of
silent questions. A fight to see if we
can feel each other's hits. To see if we
will be father and son. He wants to
know if I will leave him. He's scared,
I can tell. So I tell him, "I was
always with you. You may not believe
me, but I am forever with you."