My Son

This is about Vegeta's slow realisation that Trunks is his son - hopefully this will tide some people over till I'm able to upload the new stuff for my other stories. I've been pretty busy lately with training courses and college so please don't hate me! *is pelted with rotten fruit* On with the story! (though it probably sucks because I've wrote nothing but romance for the last couple months – I would've uploaded but my laptop and phone blocked the site (I'm in college uploading the right now))

I shoved my hands into my pockets as I landed, my eyes narrowing as I closely watched the lavender-haired boy. That's what he was, as far as I was concerned – there was still a bit of childish roundness to his face, and he looked as though he was in the final stages of adolescence.

The boy, despite having just defeated the most powerful tyrants in the universe, seemed to be nervous and looked as though he'd been put through a lot of tragedy or something else traumatizing – from what I'd seen of the kid's eyes, they had been full of sadness and were hard, cold. I'd also only seen him smile once, and hat smile had been almost too small to notice.

I'm not going to lie, there was something about this kid that I found intriguing, like how he'd managed to defeat the two main threats of the Cold family when he appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary Earthling. He'd have to be stronger than that clown Kakarot in order to annihilate them so easily – there was no way that this kid was thatstrong.

Then, I heard something impossible.

"When you defeated Frieza and that big guy, you were a Super Saiyan, weren't you?" Kakarot's brat asked him, awe very clear in his voice.

"Yes. Yes I was." The strange boy nodded, the barely-there-smile on his lips.

"That's a lie!" I barked, unable to stop myself, and all the pathetic Earthlings, the Namekian and the brat turned to look at me... but the lavender-haired kid didn't, he looked down at the ground, appearing almost hurt by the harsh tone I'd used.

What was with this kid?

"Look, my friend." I grimaced as I said the word friend – he was no friend of mine and never would be. " Kakarot – the one you call Goku – and myself are the only Saiyans left." I nodded my head at his son. "Kakarot's kid there is half-Saiyan, so if you count him that makes three of us." I glared at the stranger. "There's no way you could have Saiyan blood!"

He didn't respond, but his fists clenched and he bit his lip as though he was trying to stop himself from saying something. I smirked, just waiting for him to come out with some sarcastic comment, begging for a chance to be able to challenge him myself and see exactly how strong he was.

"But, we just saw him defeat Frieza and that huge guy all by himself!" Kakarot's brat piped up, sticking up for him.

"Well I'm calling him a liar – not a weakling!" I clarified, unable to deny the strength of the boy, but I refused to believe that this guy was a Saiyan – he didn't even look like a Saiyan!

AllSaiyans have coarse black, or at the very least dark brown hair, and have brown or black eyes, not to mention the fact that I'd never seen a Saiyan use any weapon that wasn't Ki based. This guy had lavender-coloured hair that was almost light enough in colour to be classed as white, and sky-blue eyes... the same colour as that stupid Earth woman's eyes actually, and he wielded a sword – the only Saiyans who'd used a sword were the royal guards and he was definitely nota royal guard.

If he was really a Saiyan, then why didn't he show respect to his prince?

Then, he did something that really irked me – he was sat on quite a large boulder and he kept shooting curious stares and glances at me that had a hint of fear in them. Well that was one good thing I suppose, that he seemed to recognise that he should be afraid of me.

"What do you keep looking over here for?" I finally demanded, getting highly irritated by his glances.

"Oh! Uh, nothing!" He quickly looked away, his face colouring red from embarrassment, most likely, at being caught. "I just, uh, really like your shirt..." He trailed off, making a point to not look at me again.

"Youwould." I muttered, having second thoughts about the looks he'd been throwing me, as I glanced down at the horrendous pink shirt I'd been forced to wear.

The wait for Kakarot's arrival was long and boring – why we'd even listened to that kid, I don't know. How was he supposed to know when that buffoon would be back? I let out a low growl as I noticed the kid staring at me again.

I growled before unbuttoning the top button of the shirt. "If you like the shirt that much, you can have it!" I told him.

"No." He looked away. "No, thank you." He sounded as though he was going to start laughing.

"Then knock it off, kid!" I warned him.

I decided that I hated this guy – he was a lying Earthling that just happened to get lucky, and he thinks that he can mock the prince of all Saiyans? Well, he had another thing coming... As I shifted, the kid got up and announced Kakarot's arrival.

Huh. He was lucky that I wanted to see Kakarot's strength for myself, any other day and the kid would be dead.

Short chapter, I know. There will be more chapters and I should be able to upload chapters to my other two fics before Christmas... hopefully *sweatdrops* Anyway, click the review button and tell me what you thought ^_^