Dis::: they will never belong to me
1 His perfection
He couldn't help but watch the small boy as he trained alone. Each punch each small kick that hit the air, fast and strong, the small almost unnoticeable smirk on this boys face. Each of this small child's moves were so small, weak and unskilled but the potential of a great warrior still stood before him training. One day those moves would be skilled powerful and perfected. This child was perfection in its origins. This child was kind, gentle, and a friend to all who met him. A mind of a natural born leader, the heart of a warrior and a soul of a sajin warrior this child was his. His perfection.. He Smiled. He may never beat karrot. Things might go wrong with Bulma. One-day trunks may refuse to never talk to him again. He may die alone with no one with him. But he will never think of him self as evil again as evil is not perfection nor can perfection come from it. One this child will be stronger and will take his fathers place but for now was still weak and needing of his love and protection. He new he never really showed his love. He didn't know how. But no harm would ever come to his trunk's as long as he was alive he would make sure. This was the only thing he'd got right. His little piece of perfection
1 His perfection
He couldn't help but watch the small boy as he trained alone. Each punch each small kick that hit the air, fast and strong, the small almost unnoticeable smirk on this boys face. Each of this small child's moves were so small, weak and unskilled but the potential of a great warrior still stood before him training. One day those moves would be skilled powerful and perfected. This child was perfection in its origins. This child was kind, gentle, and a friend to all who met him. A mind of a natural born leader, the heart of a warrior and a soul of a sajin warrior this child was his. His perfection.. He Smiled. He may never beat karrot. Things might go wrong with Bulma. One-day trunks may refuse to never talk to him again. He may die alone with no one with him. But he will never think of him self as evil again as evil is not perfection nor can perfection come from it. One this child will be stronger and will take his fathers place but for now was still weak and needing of his love and protection. He new he never really showed his love. He didn't know how. But no harm would ever come to his trunk's as long as he was alive he would make sure. This was the only thing he'd got right. His little piece of perfection