AN: ookies, but, you might wanna know I don't know the name of 'the great heero', or tappion whatzisface.... I have no clue if I'm even close, so I'll just say tappion. IS that is name? I'm so confused.... -_-; And I dunno if Saiya-jins or whatever heal really fast, (probably not) but if you watch the show, they're always spontaniosly gaining and loosing cuts, soooo.... ^_^ Yeah.
Lying in the grass is so easy. You aren't thinking about anything but the cool, sharp blades of green pressed up into your bare shoulders, the slight itch on your left thigh, and you just exist. Existing with Trunks is more than easy. Maybe he's a little dominating, but once you accept that you are the child and he the true warrior, it's not so bad, really. Pride runs in his blood behind the guise of Vegita's face.
Fighting is more fun than you understand. You decide whether the game is a loss, a win, or a draw with a twisting fist and painful ball of saffaron energy.
Trunks received his sword yesterday from... The Great Hero. At last, he has seen how I feel, always looking up at an unreachable idol. Tappion? Or maybe he knew the feeling when Mirai Trunks came to act as a savior and a goal to surpass years before he was born. Somewhere in the limbo before existance, maybe he resented this other self with every corner of his forming soul. Because who can help but compare you to yourself? It's fair, because you have to be capable of your own deeds. So you have to stretch yourself beyond expectations, unwilling to accept any ridicule, perfecting every cell and glossing it over with faultlessness.
Soft lavender strands of his bangs flit across his face, and his flawless chest rises and falls quickly from our last sparring mach. Bruises fade in the span of minutes from his half-bred Saiyan body. If you watch, you can see blood crust, harden into flesh, and dissapear, enfolded by new skin.
What do you think of me? Trunks? Do you ever wonder who I idolize, who I resent? Did it ever occur to you?
No. Because your half of the friendship is perfect. You know everything and everyone, and love and hate everything as you should. Why should you ponder the shortcomings of others?
I remember fighting Buu vividly. We fused - always becoming Gotenks, never... Trunten? You never surface, and leave me to make the mistakes. After all, embodied with such power, how could you err? To ensure that this remains true and your ego large, you leave me to fight.
You don't understand my resentment... Unknowingly daring, you smile, beaming the softness of your understanding of our friendship back at me.
All is forgiven.
Lying in the grass is so easy. You aren't thinking about anything but the cool, sharp blades of green pressed up into your bare shoulders, the slight itch on your left thigh, and you just exist. Existing with Trunks is more than easy. Maybe he's a little dominating, but once you accept that you are the child and he the true warrior, it's not so bad, really. Pride runs in his blood behind the guise of Vegita's face.
Fighting is more fun than you understand. You decide whether the game is a loss, a win, or a draw with a twisting fist and painful ball of saffaron energy.
Trunks received his sword yesterday from... The Great Hero. At last, he has seen how I feel, always looking up at an unreachable idol. Tappion? Or maybe he knew the feeling when Mirai Trunks came to act as a savior and a goal to surpass years before he was born. Somewhere in the limbo before existance, maybe he resented this other self with every corner of his forming soul. Because who can help but compare you to yourself? It's fair, because you have to be capable of your own deeds. So you have to stretch yourself beyond expectations, unwilling to accept any ridicule, perfecting every cell and glossing it over with faultlessness.
Soft lavender strands of his bangs flit across his face, and his flawless chest rises and falls quickly from our last sparring mach. Bruises fade in the span of minutes from his half-bred Saiyan body. If you watch, you can see blood crust, harden into flesh, and dissapear, enfolded by new skin.
What do you think of me? Trunks? Do you ever wonder who I idolize, who I resent? Did it ever occur to you?
No. Because your half of the friendship is perfect. You know everything and everyone, and love and hate everything as you should. Why should you ponder the shortcomings of others?
I remember fighting Buu vividly. We fused - always becoming Gotenks, never... Trunten? You never surface, and leave me to make the mistakes. After all, embodied with such power, how could you err? To ensure that this remains true and your ego large, you leave me to fight.
You don't understand my resentment... Unknowingly daring, you smile, beaming the softness of your understanding of our friendship back at me.
All is forgiven.