"Don't like Father no more..." I sniffled as I wiped my tears. Dirt and dust stuck to my fingers and I crawled. Was going to go back to where he doesn't let me. I don't care if he smacks me some more. Can't help it if I can't focus my energy if he'd won't stop yelling at me. He won't be able to reach little me from in here.

I cried more hateful tears and couldn't help but feel my stinging, ugly cheeks. Hurt bad when he smacks me in the face! I shivered as I remember of what he said he'd do to me if he found me crying in holes and cracks again. Wasn't supposed to hide in little ole holes. Father doesn't want me to escape our home. Probably because he likes smacking me so much. He just says I'd get killed by some stupid, lousy monsters if I run off. Don't get it. He hates me so much, but he doesn't want me to die?

I don't see why Father don't just go and kill them off if he's so scared. It's silly how Father thinks sometimes. Says he's the strongest in the world, but is afraid of stinky, green brutes! Once I'm big and tall like Father, I'll be the one hitting him his snarly ole face! I'll eat lots and lots and soon I'll grow as tall as the ceiling. I'll take my big strong foot and smash Father into the ground with it. I'll laugh as tears stream down his face like mine whenever he hurts me bad. My big fist will tear out the ugly door that I never had walked through before and I'll smirk like Father does as the beasts run and cry to their caves. They wont' know how FAST I am, though, I'll snatch one of them up in my fingers and rip their horns out and shove it back into their skulls.

I stopped myself for a second, 'getting distracted' as Father says. Do those monsters even have horns? Actually, I don't remember ever seeing any monsters. Has Father been lying to me? He must be lying, like I do when I pretend to do push-ups when he's not looking.

"Stupid man!" I shouted, mentally adding another reason to my list of why I hate Father. Quickly, I clapped a hand over my mouth, forgetting that he could hear me. Wet tears made it hard for my hand to stay and my hand made it hard for me to breathe. Nose was always too stuffy to suck air through. Just as I always do when I make too much noise, I waited soundlessly until I made double sure that he wasn't around.

Slowly, I let out a long sigh and my hand from my mouth. A fuzzy tickled the back of my hand when it hit the ground. My eyes fell down to a tiny, baby bug trying to sneak past me. I growled like a wild animal and made my best scary face at it. Smack! Dust flew up as my hand smashed the little nasty critter.

"Dead, dead, dead!" I whispered with a voice that made me sound tough. Didn't like bugs. Reminded me of myself. Tiny, disgusting, and no good. No good for nothin. Always broke things. Couldn't punch one little wall without it breaking into baby pieces. Couldn't eat without food getting everywhere. Wasn't my fault that the food Father gives me is so messy! He just doesn't know how to make clean food. When I run, I always trip over everything. My hands didn't know to punch right and my finger bones broke. Used up so many bandages that Father permanently ties them on my fists. Four times I've made Father have bloody noses. He doesn't like it as much as I do. My nose bleeds sticky and gooey and I like to squishy the red goop between my fingers. Anyways, maybe Father don't want me to go outside because I'll trip and break all my bones! "Clumsy" is what he calls me.

"Lean forward and put your weight into it, Trunks! Put your anger into it and let go! Forget about breaking things!" Father said back when I was trying to transform into a Super Saiyan. Father can turn into a Super Saiyan snap fast.

"I'm not big enough, Father! Too small! I can't go Super Saiyan, not enough energy in my tiny body!" I shouted to him over the roaring sound of energy swirling around me.

"You won't fail if you don't expect to! If you do this Trunks, I will give you that thing you've always wanted to see!" He yelled to me. I thought about it for a moment, then with a loud screech I powered up the highest I could. Don't remember what happened after that. Woke up the next day in my big ole bed with Father looking at me with sad eyes and saying I passed out. Don't know what I passed out to make him so sad. At that moment, I began to cry. Not for him but for myself failing because I knew he still wouldn't let me see the thing I wanted.

Hated myself for breaking it the first time. Picture of someone called 'Mother'. Don't see why he cared about it so much, a lousy picture of some dumb pretty lady. The day I turned seven years old he told me he would show me it. First time he let me hold it, I dropped it to the ground, ground, ground and the glass shattered. Forgot that my hands were sweaty. I remember I looked down at the floor with big eyes, too shocked to realize what I had just done.

"I... I didn't..." Before I could say sorry for what I did, he pushed me into the wall so hard that 'Pop!' my shoulder popped outta my arm socket. It hurt so bad that I crumbled to the floor. Father grabbed the picture off the ground and stared at me with mean, black eyes. He didn't even help me up like he usually did when he hurt me bad.

"What's the matter with you? Worthless piece of trash! I should have known better than to let a freak kid hold it!" I closed my eyes shut and tight. I only heard his boots hit the ground as he stomped away. Felt bad that I broke it. Made me feel bad when he said that. Didn't like being called names. Didn't know why he hated me so much and hurt me over a picture. Don't even know why Father does anything. Wish he would look at me as much as he does to that pretty lady in the picture.

Probably because I'm too small. Weak. Why did I have to be the one that had to train to be some crummy 'Elite Warrior' like he constantly tells me I'm going to be? Wasn't Father strong enough? I realized that I was a freak kid. Always wished my hair was as black as Father's eyes and my eyes as dark as his hair. Why did mine have to be some ugly, clown purple? Why were my eyes silly and blue like the girl in the picture? Wasn't no girl!

Father had strong arms and legs that made him handsome, while mine looked like knobby sticks that wanted to bleed. Or maybe it's because I can't turn gold and pretty like he can turn Super Saiyan. Always wore yellow clothes 'cuz I though I could trick him into think I was Super Saiyan. Needed time to think about to to turn my eyes emerald green like him, too.

Chilly breeze caught my back and broke me out of my thoughts. Turned around and looked out of the cracks. This hole was special and that's why I hid in it the most because of them baby cracks. Could look outside and feel what it feels like. Had to keep this more secret than the others or Father will scold me and make me do ki training (which I hated the most of all our training practice) all day and all night. Nothing ever makes him sleep, but not for me. I'll go to sleep the second I laid down.

Outside, it was turning pretty. Orange and pink. Friendly colors. That also meant it was time for night to blanket our home in the darkness. Father says those are the safest times since the monsters are sleeping so he makes trips outside of our home to 'check on things'. Didn't care what he had to check on as long as he came back before the monsters woke up and stared at me with big red eyes through our windows. Anyways, time to go.

My joints cracked and popped as I shifted my body to escape from my hole. Must have been spending hours in there because every bone in my body squeaked when I moved. Was more happy than when I hopped into the hole. Always was after I thought about stuff when Father wasn't around to make me do work and recite battle tactics over and over until my lips were numb.

I wiped the dust off of my clothes and made sure I didn't look as if I was where I was forbidden to go. Around this time was when Father went out to do 'who knows what' outside and I couldn't help but watch him go every time he left. Always wondered why he went out with his usual neutral looking face and came back with shadows and sadness on his face.

I walked out of the 'Cap Room' which had the best hiding places and down the hall. The incident from earlier slipped back into my mind as I shuffled down the hall. Started to get mad at Father again. My cheeks grew more sore as I thought. Had to get revenge this time. Had to stop crying and being a baby. When I reached the end, I carefully peeked past the threshold and into the gravity room. There was Father, slipping on his last white boot with the nice gold tips. Can't wait until I grew big and strong enough for them, I thought. I didn't move as I stared at him from the hall.

"Trunks, stop spying on your father. I always know when you're looking at me, boy." I jumped when I heard him speak. Didn't say nothing back. Wanted him to know I was mad.

He groaned. "You know the drill, son. Don't break anything while I'm away. Don't press any buttons when you get bored. When I get back I expect to see you drenched in sweat from all the workouts I showed you." His foot fell on the last word and he was ready to go. He got up and began to come towards me. Slowly, his eyes grazed down to mine. His stare made me think twice about the whole revenge thing. Always had trouble keeping promises to myself. Stared right back at him and prayed for him not to bring up why I was gone for so long. After a long time glaring at each other, his eyes seemed to soften. "... yes, sir..." I replied with a sigh.

Another moment passed and he turned his back to me and began to walk out. His gloves tapped a few things into the register computer next to the big bulky door."Ssss" It hissed out as it slid open. Out he went and with a clank the door shut tight.

*a/n: Wrote this out of my happiness for Friday. Hope you enjoyed this first chapter!