Ya, I'm going to update but I heard this song and it gave me ideas so here is this song fic.

I don't own dbz

Hey Dad, Good Charlotte

Trunks sat at the little table. He looked over at his sleeping father as he put his pen to the paper. They had spent a whole year together in the hyperbolic time chamber and were ready to kill each other. They had been at each others throats about every little thing.

Trunks was suppose to be in bed. Vegeta had made it very clear after the first week that he did not want Trunks up during the 'unholy hours of night'. Over the coarse of the year Vegeta found more and more reasons to tell Trunks what to do and what not to do.

Rule 1, you go to bed when I tell you to.

Rule 2, you do not stop training just because you think you need a rest

Rule 3, junk food is not breakfast food!

Rule 4, when I tell you to get out of bed, you get out of bed

Rule 5, you eat what I give you until you learn to cook for yourself

And so on and so forth. Trunks was going crazy. It was like living with his mother when he was a kid. He was young yes but not that young. He was 17 now for Kami's sake!

But that was not what bothered Trunks the most. It was his fathers indifference toward himself and his mother. So he looked down at his paper ready to write this letter. Who care's if Vegeta woke up, they would be living that morning anyway, the two will have a chance to be very far from each other and no matter how mad Vegeta got at him for breaking a rule…..again…..it wouldn't really matter after they left.

Yes, again. Vegeta's rules got more and more demanding along the line and Trunks found it really hard to resist pissing the older saiyan off. He had intentionally broken the rules, he almost felt like a kid again doing so, and oh how Vegeta could get angry. Trunks found himself having more fun fucking with Vegeta's head like that.

So with a small smile he began his letter.

Dear Dad,

hey dad,
writing to you,
not to tell you that I still hate you,
just to ask you how you feel,
how we fell apart, how this fell apart.

Are you happy out there in this great wide world?
do you think about your sons?
do you miss your little girl?

I know that we haven't really gotten along lately. True, there were times that I felt like I hated you. You not caring that my mother and your Trunks were falling to their death is something I will never forgive you for. I don't think I can but I digress. I'm writing to you to tell you that It has been a real experience being stuck with you for so long. An experience I don't think I will ever want to suffer again but an experience all the same.

As I watch you know I think of my own father from my time. I begin to wonder if he misses me or even cares. I begin to wonder if he ever changed after his death or if he is still just the same as you. If so I am sorry to say that means I am much better off without him. Not to say I do not miss him myself or that I would pass up a chance to meat him but I would have to wonder what kind of person I would have become with someone like you raising me.

when you lay your head down,
how do you sleep at night?
do you even wonder if we're all right,
but we're all right, we're all right.

it's been a long hard road without you by my side
why weren't you there the nights that we cried?
you broke my mothers heart, you broke your children for life
it's not okay but we're all right.
I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes.
but those are just a long lost memory of mine.
I spent so many years learning how to survive,
now I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive.

Now I have learned a lot from you by watching and listening. As you may have noticed I am a very quiet person who does not like to talk. The far off look you have reminds me of a tortured victim. From what my mother has told me you are tortured. You show disinterest in me because you think me weak. I have had to grow up with it being just my mom and me. I don't know if you care but she misses you. When you died I think a piece of her heart may have as well.

You were not around for me in my time. I often times wonder how peacefully my own father sleeps in his grave. He left my mother and myself broken. I have spent my entire life trying to survive and I have obviously done well so far. I have been the only thing keeping my mother sane. She talks about you all the time, anytime I had asked her about you she was more then happy to answer. I feel my heart pang anytime I think of that look and probably stronger sense I met you.

I won't lie, when I leave here I will miss you terribly, more then I did before, I can't help that. But I strongly believe that I will just be another memory shoved in the back of your mind never to be looked at again. But that is okay with me.

The days I spent so cold so hungry,
were full of hate and I was so angry.
the scars run deep inside this tattooed body.
theres things I'll take to my grave. but I'm okay, I'm okay.

it's been a long hard road without you by my side
why weren't you there all of the nights that we cried?
you broke my mothers heart, you broke your children for life
it's not okay, but we're all right.
I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes.
but those are just a long lost memory of mine.
now I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive, and I'm still alive.

Everyone at home is barely alive, we are cold and hungry, we have nothing but faith to cling to. People are desperate enough to attack each other for a single bit of food. The scares on my body and heart are not just of androids doing but the very people I am trying to save. There is a scar on my right hip where a woman shoved a knife in my for a piece of bread, not even good bread, just stale.

My feelings of depression are not known to anyone. I often think of suicide. It would make me feel so much better knowing that I will not wake up the next day the same way I do everyday. On a blanket laying on the hard ground thanking god that I had survived the night.

Strangely I trust you enough now after this long hard year to tell you that. My own mother doesn't know but I don't think I have the heart to admit this to her. Maybe this makes me weak?

Weather or not I actually DO kill myself doesn't matter. I will probably take this secret to my grave. I had even attempted it once. The scars on my arms are proof of that. I am shocked that it has never been noticed but I do not what to push that luck.

sometimes, I forgive
yeah and this time I'll admit,
that I miss you, said I miss you

it's been a long hard road without you by my side
why weren't you there the nights that we cried?
you broke my mothers heart, you broke your children for life
it's not okay, but we're all right.
I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes.
but those are just a long lost memory of mine.
now I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive.

and sometimes, I forgive,
and this time I'll admit,
that I miss you, I miss you.
hey dad.

So I guess I will quit boring you with my own pains. But as I write on I keep thinking to myself that you threw it away or blasted it. I can understand if you really don't care, I have had that suspicion for a while now. In case you are wondering we are okay. My mother occupies her mind with work, I am more of a drifter now a days. So I will close this letter now in hopes that you got it and if I'm dead right now let me tell you that as much as I really dislike you, I am really happy I got to meat you. It's almost like a part of me was filled, a blank void that had been haunting me for a long time and only grew after Gohan's death.

Yours truly,

Trunks.

Trunks folded up the envelope and put it in his jacket pocket lying on the floor. He was suddenly reminded that Vegeta didn't want cloths all over the place, oh well, let the old man yell. He crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

…………………………………………..

Vegeta woke up earlier then usual. He got up and walked over to where Trunks slept intending on making him wake up. He tripped over something and almost fell on his face. "What the-" He saw it was a shoe. He looked at the ground and saw cloths strewn about the place. He growled lowly in his throat and noticed something in Trunks's jacket pocket that looked to be a letter.

He picked it up and sat at the table opening it. A letter to him?

As he read the letter he was feeling a pang of guilt in his stomach. He then folded it up and put it back where it was. He stood over his son and stared at him. Did his son really dislike him? True, he may have been a bit hard on him the last few months, but in reality a lot of stuff Trunks did was not good for him at all. Why was he so ungreatful?

Vegeta thought back to when he was a teenager. He hated that someone put rules on him. He felt his own independency being stolen away from him but he did not understand at the time the reason for the rules.

Was it the same way with his son? He tilted his head a bit so he could see his son's face better. He was peaceful when he slept. Vegeta felt a trace of a smile on his face. So this was like being a parent