Hope you enjoy, and if you like it or any other one-shot of mine please tell me so maybe I'll try some more, otherwise I'm just doing this while I'm bored. Also I tried using the conscience stream of thought writing method we were recently taught in class, is it any good or should it be avoided for future reference?
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ
Gohan and my mother from the past were the only ones to trust me. Is it just pure coincidence that they were also the only ones I knew in the future? Sure Krillin took a drink too and they all are waiting for Goku with me, but I know they are just curious about me.
I wish I could tell them who I am. I wish I could have claimed myself as Vegeta's son as I killed Frieza, so he knew a Saiyan prince killed him. I wish I could have one real conversation with my father… But that would only prevent my birth in this timeline and I kind of like living so I'm not saying anything.
For years I have wondered what it would be like to talk to my father. I had always imagined that he'd extrude that infamous Saiyan pride and tell me our race's history and have some smug satisfaction that his son turned super Saiyan at age 14. But now as I sit here watching him, maybe he would be smug, after he transformed first, and I doubt I'd get a history lesson. He's so closed off it is hard to imagine him storytelling, impossible even. Perhaps he wants to preserve his history and our planets perfectly, not let anyone mess it up. It's a shame though that our culture will die with my father.
I'm not paying attention to my mother right now but I can tell she's as lively and friendly as Gohan told me she was. How on earth did they get together? Mom vaguely told me it was a 'passion thing' brought about by loneliness, but how? She's surrounded by friends that dumping her playboy boyfriend shouldn't have made too big a dent in her social circle; and he seems accustomed, comfortable in loneliness. Passion obviously thrives in both of them but how was it directed towards one another? And which of these stubborn, prideful people would have dared make the first move. I know my mother all too well and Vegeta is her only rival in those categories.
It must have been her, it had to be. Her stubbornness in getting who she wanted won out over her obduracy in being sought out. That seems the most plausible answer as my father seems like he could do without companionship, he has for who knows how long already.
Sure am glad I didn't live with the two of them for very long, I would have gone deaf. There is no doubt in my mind with those explosive tempers that quiet was an all too rare thing in the Capsule Corp. hallways. Those with sensitive ears should be warned, avoid the complex for the next three years.
I take a glance at my father and he just glared back. Yeah, definitely not the friendly, story telling type.