Ok, I wrote this during lunch last year. It's not bad, not good, just something I was thinking at the time. I told you I'm a sucker for the Vegeta/Trunks relationship, and when a sweet scene or something like it gets into my head, I have to write it otherwise I go insane.
"It's winter again." Trunks said aloud, staring out at the falling snow. His father stood in the middle of the white yard. Vegeta turned and made contact with his son's blue eyes. At first, Trunks stiffened under his father's hardened gaze, but then he relaxed and leaned back against the window. Winter is so like you father. It's cold and hard and covered with ice; it resists the warmth of spring. But if you break beneath the ice there is a layer of soft snow. Eventually, winter loses the battle to spring, and the world is warm again. That is how I see you Father. Trunks stood and without stopping for his jacket he stepped outside.
The sky was dark and gray. Snow fell to create layer after layer. Trunks walked out to where his father stood. He laid a hand upon the Prince's shoulder. It was cold as ice.
"Father, come inside, you're nearly frozen."
"No, I want to stay here a little longer."
"Alright, but come in soon." Trunks began to head back. "It's snow," Vegeta said, barely audible, "I remember snow." Trunks stopped and turned.
"Father...?"
"My mother used to take me outside to the palace courtyard. We would stay there for hours in the snow. She used to tell me how much the snow related to me, and my father. Yes, my father. She talked about him often. She understood him better than anyone else, though she never really loved him." Trunks stood as a statue would. He rarely heard his father talk about his past, much less about his mother.
"I can still remember her face," Vegeta continued, "She had long black hair that was always braided, black eyes, like all Saiyans, and soft pale skin. She was incredibly strong. Perhaps stronger than my father. She died when Frieza destroyed Vegeta-sei." Trunks walked back to his father's side. Trunks looked at his father. His eyes shone with threatening tears.
"Why are you telling me all of this?" Trunks asked. Vegeta closed his eyes.
"I don't know. Maybe I just needed to tell someone." Trunks kept the silence for a moment. Was this his father?
"Does mother know?"
"No, and I would rather it stay that way. Perhaps this is the sort of thing that is best to be buried in the bond between father and son." He took a couple steps towards the house, but stopped and placed an icy hand on his son's shoulder.
"Because you are my son Trunks. I know sometimes you think I hate you. However, it is quite the opposite." Trunks heard the door shut behind his father. Trunks stood in the snow for some time afterwards. He smiled and whispered to the frozen land,
"Perhaps spring is beginning to take root."
So? What do you think? Not the best, but not bad right? I am overdoing it, aren't I? Well, I'll just post a few about Goku and Chichi and that'll even it out, right?