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Title: A Little Look into the Mind of Mirai Trunks
Author: Blue Chalk
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Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, sorry for misleading you…
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Blood gushed from my mouth, as I stood once again, ready for the blows that would still come. Nothing had ever prepared me for this. Not the androids, Gohan, nothing. When it came down to it the only reason I kept on standing for more abuse is because I wanted to impress him: my father.
All of my life since my mother explained to me what a father is was wasted away, spent dreaming about the father I would never, could never meet. But this hard, cold man wasn't the father I had expected when I found out that I could see him…
I had expected, like the fool I am, to be welcomed with open arms from him. Not to be despised and ignored, considered a brat. Like a fool I had followed him that day that seems so long ago to help him train. I had expected him to warm up to me after sparring for the first time. I had expected the impossible and in return received nothing.
And I had followed him again into the Room of Time, thinking that I can change my role in his mind, and yet again it seems that I have deceived myself. I've spent my life fooling myself, thinking that my father was something that he isn't. What's the use of fooling myself even more?
"Is that all you've got, brat?" his voice mocked me. His body stance was cold, mocking of my ability. In his eyes I am an under-trained child who has no chance against him. How wrong he is…
"No," I said, smirking. "I'm just getting warmed up."
"My mistake," my father smirked back. "I didn't know that warming up means that you have to lose half your blood."
Taking my sword out its scabbard, I charged…
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