Off to the Park

By Hannio

I don't own the characters as you all know so moving on….

Dedicated to Jenny from school here you are immortal forever :0)

Let's go!!!!!!

I can't believe it. How the hell did it happen? The night before I had a call from Goten telling me in his hyper happy way that Gohan was allowing him to be in the competition. I couldn't believe it why would he be allowed in it. We all know what his mother was like. All I knew was that I had to be in it. I had to face Goten again, if I didn't then it would be boring. I was going to be in it. Even if the effort killed me.

I woke up early the next day. Well 7-o clock but that's early for me. I got changed into a pair of green shorts and a yellow tank top. I didn't know where my training gi was but looking round the pit I called my room it was no surprise. I set out of my room and went through the endless corridors in my house intent on finding the gravity room, however my journey brought me to the kitchen. The gravity room was just down the hallway. I stopped as a delicious aroma hit my nose. I stood there in indecision. I wanted to train I really did. I love training especially with my Dad. He sets aside 2 hours in which he teaches me not just to fight but control. It's real cool everyone thinks he just trains in there but he spends a great deal of time trying to make me just as good. It's real cool cause he's a great fighter. Though on the other hand it would just be real stupid to train on an empty stomach. That would affect my performance. My mind settled I opened the kitchen door and stuck my head round before my body followed. The sooner I ate the sooner I could train. I just really hoped that I wouldn't run into Mum she's great don't get me wrong but she has a way that keeps you there for hours. I know my Dad doesn't say so but I know he likes me training with him and if I'm not in there by 9 he get pissed off for the rest of the day. Luckily my place was set and the food was there right in front of me. 5 minutes it was gone. I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my full stomach. My mum show knew how to cook unless it was Grandma. I glance to my Mum's place where the food was still steaming. There was one sausage that was poking up and seemed to be calling to me. I fought against it I really did but I'm only 8. I snuck a look around but since no one was there I picked up the sausage a grin coming to my face

"Trunks Briefs what are you doing?" I dropped it in shock at the sound of my mother's voice and looked up schooling my features into an innocent expression to see my Mum staring at me, hands on hips, a glare on her face. I knew my face wouldn't work so I dropped it frantically trying to rethink my strategy

"Hi Mum" I said in my brightest voice "How are you today?" she carried on looking at me "Er where's Dad?" I immediately gave myself a mental kick as her eyes narrowed to little slits. After 8 years living with the two of them you would think that I would have learned some common sense of some basic survival instincts. Like when Mum is pissed off about something mentioning Dad is a big No No unless you want to be extra crispy.

"Where he always is Trunks. In that damn gravity room. Oh I swear Trunks I wish me and Dad never built that thing. It just your..." I zoned out at that point. My thoughts instead going to the fight and I began to imagine that I won and my Dad was proud of me and actually showed it "are you listening to me?" I came awake with a start to see her staring at me "Well? Have you been listening to me Trunks?" I stared straight back and let out on nervous giggle normally I had no problem facing someone but my Mum was slightly different. She even controlled Dad to some degree.

"You said that Dad was a wanker" her eyes widened at that and I knew it was the wrong answer

"Don't speak about your father like that Trunks," she yelled, I stared at her I really couldn't win. I doubt I'll ever understand Adults.

"Bye Mum" I said and quickly escaped. No wonder Dad spent all his time training I wish I could. I went to the door the light above it indicated that my father was already in there. I wondered for a split second what his reaction would be. I knew there was no danger of being sent away, Dad never did that. I think he's pleased when I join him. The fact he never sent me away shocked a lot of people. Not mum but she knew him probably better then anyone else. If I go in then there's a chance he'll talk to me but if he's real busy training then he'll probably not even acknowledge me. I lifted my head up and narrowed my eyes. There was only one way to know. I took a deep breath and opened the door. The change in gravity was massive. I could barely walk hell it was a struggle just to stand. I began to walk but it was so painful. It felt as if all my muscles were being torn apart but I refused to give up after all I'm a Saiyan and Vegeta's son at that I'm not a quitter and I wasn't afraid of a challenge. My father was training and I knew it was serious because he had Super Saiyan even from where I was I could feel his pure strength. He was kicking and punching as if there was no end. I wish I could be more like him. As I struggled he spoke to me.

"Perhaps you should rest son. 150 times gravity is a man's training level. You are clearly still a child" I ignored him at least he had spoken to me. I began explaining the situation the best I could

"Goten called me last night... He said that he was entering the tournament and now... I want to" my Dad stopped training for a second as I came to a standstill, this wasn't getting me anywhere. Drastic measures needed to be taken. I looked up as my Dad spoke amusement in his voice

"So what are you going to do about it?" I answered still trying to breathe properly

"Guess I'll go super" I heard my Dad's sound of shock but ignored it as I felt that rush of power every time it was slightly different I could understand why my Dad had craved it so. I never felt anything quite like it and I severely doubted I would again. I began jumping up and down on the spot amazed how easy it was in this form. I began running around doing backflips every now and again. This was fun. I could hear my Dad muttering something about childplay but that's Dad for you. I had just ran passed him when he spoke

"Come here my son" I knew there was no disobeying when he used that voice. I stepped back so I was facing him and watched him "Can the youngest son of Kakkorrott also become a supersaiyan?" I stared at him and I had a feeling my face must have been blank because I had no idea what he was talking about

"Yeah" I replied finally. He turned his eyes down slightly

"Yes it's a supersaiyan 2 for 1 sale" I smiled at that something about the way he said it was funny, his face however was completely serious "Come train with me" he demanded. I stared, unable to hide the nervous grin that came to my face. My Dad taught me everyday but he never told me to train against him, he said that could wait till I was older what was real important was the control factor. I knew I wasn't ready for it not yet so I tried to plead my case

"How can I do that Dad you know I'm not strong enough" he smiled at me

"You want to play like that" he leaned forward the smile becoming more pronounced "Fine lets deal. If you train with me then I'll take you to the park for a whole hour" he knew he had me and I knew he had me. Any reservation I had about it disappeared as I thought about it. Dad taking me to the park. We rarely spent any time together due to him always training and when he wasn't I was at school or out. Just the two of us for an hour with no training or anything when it could truly feel like we were a normal father and son. The opportunity was too good to miss all I had to do was train against him and perhaps hit him and I knew that I could do that.

"Wow" I said finally. It was the only I could think of at that one second "You mean it?" I added but seeing the look I knew he wasn't plus my Dad wasn't the sort to say something if he didn't mean it he just wasn't that type. "Ok" I shouted and leapt back powering up further I would have to give it my all to beat Dad and I knew it. He smirked at me

"Now show me what you can do boy"

"Here comes" I had to make it good, I launched myself at him and began punching as hard and as fast as I could. He dodged and blocked most of them but I let my frustration out in one punch that hit. I saw his eyes widen and burn with uncontrolled anger and out of no where his fist hit me right in the nose and I went crashing to the floor. I saw the shocked expression on his face as I forced myself in a sitting position. My head was spinning and my face was throbbing with pain. I could barely stand it. "Gee this training isn't very fun Dad" I commented thinking of all the other training session with Goten. They were fun this pain wasn't. My Dad stood watching me then he spoke

"Sorry son I just wanted to prove that you aren't quite ready to compete in the tournament yet" I felt tears come to my eyes. I had gone through all of that and endured this pain just to have my Dad tell me I wasn't good enough. I was able to hit him does that mean nothing. My Dad saw all of this and spoke again in a rather harsh voice "Come on let's get going to the park son" I brightened up at that and started laughing the pain forgotten. Maybe something good had come out of it afterall he stopped me "But before we go you must tell me who is stronger you or Kakkorotts boy?" I stopped and thought going to one knee then replied

"Well I'm a little bit stronger than him because Goten's a year younger and he hasn't learnt to fly yet" my Dad became thoughtful at that and I let him before I spoke again "Dad are we going" he snapped out of it

"Go on get ready" he said walking over to the machine and turning it off I grinned life couldn't get any better I thought as I bounded out the room just me and my Dad what more could I ask for.